Kevin and Cora enjoy a quiet night in. Their mother returns from a night out and pushes things with Kevin further. All characters are 18+
Mom was staring at me when I woke up. I sort of expected she’d slip out at some point in the night, but this time I guess not. Her head was still resting on the pillow as she gazed at me, a small, satisfied smile on her lips. A perfect beam of sunlight passed through my shades illuminating Mom’s face. It brought out the luster in her red hair, splayed out wildly on the pillow. It caught her eyes just right so they glittered like emeralds. It took my breath away. Before I knew what I was saying the words popped out.
“Wow, Mom, you’re beautiful!”
I blushed slightly at letting something so earnest escape me. Mom giggled happily, the sparkle in her eyes only intensifying. Then she scooted up slightly and stretched. I stared openly at the way her breasts pressed against the fabric of her nightgown. Her dark nipples were clearly visible through the fabric. Mom’s back cracked satisfactorily. She leaned down to give me a kiss on the cheek. As she began to pull away, I cupped her face and brought her mouth back to mine. I gave her a deep kiss, a real kiss. We were both panting when it broke, but Mom turned and climbed out of bed. She was beaming at me the whole time.
“I’m going to go make breakfast. Any requests?” She asked.
I smiled back. “Just coffee to start.”
Mom nodded at me. She half turned to walk away, then came scurrying back to plant another wet sloppy kiss on my mouth. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders, trying to pull her back into bed with me. We made out for a good thirty seconds, but Mom resisted my attempts to escalate things. Finally, she broke the kiss again.
“Right, coffee.” She said. She tousled my hair and walked out. With the sway she put in her hips (on purpose, I was sure) I hated seeing her go but I loved watching her walk away.
By the time I pulled myself together enough to head to the kitchen Cora was already sitting at the table. She was resting her head on one knee and nibbling determinedly at a pop-tart. As soon as I walked in she shot me a meaningful glance, then looked over at Mom who was humming happily while scrambling eggs. Cora’s raised eyebrow told me she had seen Mom leave my room in the morning and wanted to know what was up. If I hadn’t known better, I would have said she looked downright jealous. Astute readers will be a step ahead of me on that one.
I looked at my sister and shrugged. This did not appease her. With a pouty look on her face she mouthed the word “really?” at me. I shrugged again and whispered, “She was feeling lonely. You going to pretend you don’t understand that?”
Cora shook her head but backed off. Mom turned around suddenly and we both looked in opposite directions, pretending we hadn’t been talking about Mom behind her back. Mom’s smile broadened as we all sat down for breakfast.
***
It’s surprising how fast something becomes normal. Before that night, I would have said that having Mom jack me off would have been going too far with our little nightly adventures. After that night, it was just another thing that we did together sometimes. Sometimes. It’s not like that was the final hurdle for Mom and I confessing to each other, becoming a couple, and moving into the same bed. But we definitely got a lot closer. She came to my room more than in the past, and when she did I knew I was virtually guaranteed a maternal handjob.
My mood totally turned around. I went from being in perhaps the deepest depression of my entire life, no Dad, no girlfriend, just sadness, to feeling like things might actually turn out ok. Mom seemed similar. I don’t know why, it’s not like jacking me off was something we did for her, but she started smiling and laughing again the way she had before Dad died. It was really nice.
So nice I almost missed the fact that Cora was deeply troubled by the new connection between Mom and me. Sometimes, if Mom and I were bantering (flirting, is really more like it), I’d catch her staring at us with a cloudy look on her face. She started getting needy, too. After breakfast that day she seldom did anything without inviting me to join her. I did as often as I was able. Any time I couldn’t, she got upset and sullen, giving me the silent treatment for a couple days. Usually, that ended with her asking if she could spend the night in my room.
It made things a little awkward. Mom was also trying to spend more nights with me. She waited to see if Cora wanted to spend the night in mine before showing up, but we had some near misses. There were a few times Mom came in to find both of us there and she had to pretend she was just checking on us. Only once did Cora try and slip in after Mom had already come in for the night. I’m still not sure how we got away with that one. After that, I started locking my door if I wasn’t alone.
If I were smart I would have known this portended things coming to a head. But I wasn’t. And so events kept hurtling headlong toward their inevitable conclusion.
***
Remember how all of this started because Mom’s friends thought she needed to get out there and start dating again? Yeah. It’s not like she could tell them what the two of us were up to, and they weren’t going to give up after just one or two bad nights. They’d been trying to get Mom to go out again ever since the first time, and eventually she couldn’t keep saying “no” without it impacting her friendships.
So once again it was Saturday night and Cora and I were home alone. Mom, I was now prepared to fully admit, was a total smokeshow in a tight red dress and alluring face of makeup. She caught me staring at her ample cleavage as she was walking out the door, for which I was rewarded with her patented million-dollar smile. But then she was gone and it was just my sister and me.
Cora took the opportunity to go all-in on a lazy night at home with her brother. The door had barely closed before she was ordering us Chinese food and asking what kind of movie I wanted to watch with her. Flouncing around the house in just grey sweatpants and a midriff-exposing white camisole I had to admit the apple hadn’t fallen far from the tree in terms of sex appeal. A weird thing to think about your own sister, but I guess being sexual with Mom had rewired something in my brain.
My sister chattered away about anything and everything over her lo mein, and it felt like we were connecting in a really meaningful way. The conversation was easy and engaging. We cracked jokes at each other and laughed together like we used to forever ago. Before the accident. Before our wolds fell apart.
When it finally came time to sit down for that movie I was surprised that Cora didn’t push too hard for one of her usual shitty romcoms. Instead we watched an equally shitty action-thriller. We sat together on the couch and within minutes Cora had her head resting on my shoulder. She smelled like citrus and youth. It was intoxicating. We treated ourselves to a bottle of wine (I’m a bad influence, I know!) and had a great time mocking the terrible acting and even worse special effects. Things just flowed between us in a way I had become unaccustomed to.
With some of the old verve back in her eyes, I found myself staring at my sister’s profile. She was an incredibly pretty girl, with delicate features and perfect skin. An incredibly pretty woman, I had to remind myself as something on the screen caused her to inhale sharply and sent her breasts quivering. In that moment I was reminded I wasn’t alone, that despite all the bad things that had happened I still had people I loved and who loved me.
Cora looked up at me, her gaze questioning. I let myself get lost in it for a heartbeat. She had caught me staring at her, but somehow I wasn’t embarrassed. “I love you Cora.” The words slipped out unbidden. My sister’s face turned a bright crimson and her eyes bulged.
“Stop it!” she said, smacking my arm playfully. She glanced away from me, but I could see the smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.
“No, seriously, I mean it!” I replied, “I love you. I know things have been hard for us since Dad passed. I know I’ve struggled a ton, and I haven’t always been the best company. But I wouldn’t have made it through all that without you. Without nights like this. So thank you. I know I don’t say it enough, but you mean the world to me.”
Cora leaned her head into my chest. The wetness in her eyes told me she was unprepared for this genuine outpouring of feeling. Hell, I was unprepared for it too, but there it was.
“I love you too, Kevin” she said quietly, nuzzling my chest and wrapping an arm around my shoulder. There was nothing more to say. We sat in silence for the final half hour of the movie just enjoying the quiet comfort of the moment.
Once it was done we stayed like that on the couch until the bottle of wine was finished. I could have sat with my sister forever, and the satisfied sighs she periodically let out told me she felt the same. Few words were exchanged. That was also fine with me. Cora’s body felt so small in my arms, but it’s warmth told me she was there, and safe, and that made me happy. Midnight rolled around and as if by agreement we slowly moved to clean everything up. Mom still wasn’t home; the flash of jealousy I felt at that was the only thing to mar an otherwise perfect night. Once leftovers were put away and the wine-bottle thrown in the recycling we headed together to my room. Cora collapsed into the armchair without a word. Curling up on her side she watched me as I stripped down to my boxers and climbed into bed.
“I’m so glad you’re my older brother.” She said into the darkness.
“So am I.” I said. I don’t know how long she lay there watching, but as soon as I heard her breathing enter the telltale rhythm of sleep I too closed my eyes and felt my entire body relax.
***
I did not know this when I was going to bed, but Mom’s night out was not a huge success, despite my jealous worry. She met up with her friends, they had some drinks, at their insistence she flirted with a few guys, more drinks, they went out dancing, a few dudes ended up grinding on Mom and getting her slightly worked up, the night ended with shots of tequila and Mom coming home alone. It’s almost like she’d rather mess around with her own son than hook up with a stranger like a normal person.
So she got home more than a little buzzed and horny, and headed directly to my room. She did not check to see if Cora was in her own bed. She did not notice my sister in a deep slumber three feet from me. As far as Mom knew, she and I were totally alone. That served her purposes just fine.
By the time I woke up she was already in bed with me, grinding on my leg and making out quite intensely with the side of my face. Groggy and confused, it took me several long moments to realized what was going on.
“Mom, is that you?” I asked. I was not firing on all cylinders.
“Yeah, baby, it is.” Mom said. Lust oozed from her voice. She nuzzled the side of my face as she continued grinding her pussy into me. I could tell she was soaking wet. As she spoke she reached into my boxers and pulled out my dick. “I need you. Now.”
I was getting quite hard as she began stroking my dick with a passion. The fact that she was panting with arousal into my ear didn’t help either. I was overwhelmed with the heady mixture of sweat, perfume, and liquor wafting off my mother. I shot a glance at the chair. It seemed like Cora was still asleep, but that could change at any moment. I did not want her catching us.
“Listen, Mom,” I started, reaching out to try and grab her wrist. She could tell I was trying to slow us down, and she wasn’t having it. Mom deftly maneuvered out of my grip, and leaning forward she silenced me with the wettest, sloppiest, horniest kiss imaginable. I tried to break away, but her lips kept following me, her tongue licking the inside of my mouth. She felt so good against me, it was getting harder and harder to keep my wits.
Mom broke our kiss and looked at me with a gaze that could only be described as voracious. “Quiet, baby.” She said, “Just let mommy do this. I need it. I need it so fucking bad. I promise I’ll make you feel good.”
I opened my mouth to protest, but Mom put her finger to my lips and shushed me. As she did, she slithered down my body, her face never breaking contact with my torso. A lump formed in my throat and my balls clenched as her head drew nearer and nearer to my erect penis. The look on her face in the darkness of my bedroom as my manhood rested against her cheek will haunt me for the rest of my life. It was one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen. Any thought of my sister or pumping the brakes on what was happening came to a screeching halt as my mother’s tongue darted out of her mouth and in one slow, sensual motion licked the entire length of my shaft. I could only lay there and moan, my mind utterly erased.
Mom could see the effect she was having on me. She giggled, sounding youthful in a way that was almost jarring coming from her.
“You like that baby?” I nodded vigorously, “Good, then you’re going to love what happens next.”
Mom reached out and grasped both my hands. She entwined her fingers with mine as she placed her lips on the tip of my penis. I groaned slightly as she did so, then shot a glance to Cora worried I’d made too much noise. My sister was still fast asleep. Mom squeezed my hands once then opened her lips to allow my cockhead in. I nearly nutted as she pushed her face down on my dick. Inch by inch I slid into her mouth, until finally I felt myself hit the back of her throat. Mom gagged a little and pulled back, but did not let me fall out of her mouth. My vision went blurry from the pleasure as she bobbed her head up and down several times, getting me wet with her spit and teasing me with her tongue.
She came off my cock with a wet pop, and looked up at me with a huge grin on her face. Saliva leaked from the corners of her mouth and a strand of precum hung heavily in the air between her lips and my rock hard member.
“That feel good, baby? You like feeling your dick in mommy’s mouth?” However much alcohol she had consumed tonight, it was making her much freer with her dirty talk. There was no way I would be able to pretend that I was just a body-double for Dad after this.
I nodded. “It feels amazing, Mom.”
Her smile broadened. Even in the dark her white teeth glinted like those of a feral predator.
“Good, then how about returning the favor?”
Mom didn’t wait for me to respond. Letting go of my hands she pushed my torso down so I was lying flat. In a practiced move she rotated her body on top of me. Her face remained inches from my member, she even gave it a few kisses as she moved, but she brought herself around so she was squatting over my head. Her intention became clear as she hiked up her dress and lowered herself onto my face. I only had a moment to realize she wasn’t wearing panties and get a close-up view of her puffy, wet cunt before she planted it firmly on my face. The sharp scent of her arousal filled my nostrils as she ground her gaping pussy into my mouth, plunging her face down onto my meat at the same time.
“I’m sixty-nining with my mother.” The thought ran stupidly through my mind. Fortunately, my body was several steps ahead. By the time the thought had fully percolated, my tongue was already out, running through her delicate folds, lapping at her swollen clit, penetrating her pulsing insides.
I was in heaven.
Mom and I devoured each other with gusto. I’d gotten head before, but this was next level. She licked the tip, jerked the shaft, plunged her face down onto my meat as deep as it could go and periodically disimpaled her throat to lick, suck, and kiss my balls. Part of me would have liked to just lay back and focus on the world class dome my mother was giving me, but I knew I couldn’t do that. I took my job feasting on her cunny extremely seriously. With her slim yet muscular thighs gripping my head, I was working by feel alone. That didn’t pose a problem. After my first few exploratory licks I basically had a mental map of her perfect pussy. Her smooth and wet outer labia, the slightly textured inner lips, her stiff and engorged little clit, the grasping fluid-drenched hole at the center of it all. I did my best to keep up the variety, using my lips as much as my tongue to make out with her genitals.
We were in a feedback loop. As I teased her with my tongue Mom’s blowjob got sloppier, with each swipe at her love button she groaned on me, the vibrations running through her mouth bringing even more pleasure to my cock. My own moans provided vibration to my tongue that she seemed to appreciate. Reaching up to her supple ass cheeks I spread my mother apart so I could get in deeper.
Mom plunged down on my cock as I licked the length of her sex, starting from her sensitive clit and swiping all the way up to her perineum. I could feel her push me past her vibrating tonsils as I did. But my tongue didn’t stop it’s journey. She trembled with pleasure as I gave her taint several exploratory licks. She pressed her nose between my balls as the tip of my tongue gently probed her puckered rosebud. As I rimmed her asshole she continued pressing down on me, my cock fully inserted into her gulping throat. The vibrations from her voicebox shot through my dick, waves of agonizing ecstasy, as I began gently probing her backdoor. Her tight hole parted for my invasion, and her earthy flavor exploded on my tongue as I began licking her bowels. A shudder ran through her and juices sloshed out onto my chin. I could feel my own orgasm building when suddenly she pulled herself off my member. Still slowly jerking my wet knob she took a few deep breaths.
“That feels so good baby, but mommy needs your tongue in her pussyhole. Now.”
I nodded into her cheeks and withdrew my tongue from her ass. Once more licking her taint I brought my mouth back to the warm wet hole buried in the depths of my mother’s sex. She, in turn, was stroking my cocks and showering it with sloppy wet kisses. I think she knew if she provided much more stimulation I would cum, and wanted to wait until I got her off to do so.
Pressing into her I swirled my tongue around her ridged insides. They were so wet, and churned with an unbelievable strength on my tongue. I could only image how they would feel gripping my dick.
“Those are the same muscles that pushed you out of this very hole over 21 years ago.” The thought rose in my mind unbidden. Social conditioning told me I should be disgusted. Instead, my cock leapt at the thought causing Mom to pull back with a giggle.
Then I found her g-spot. Mom’s giggle turned to a lusty moan as my tongue probed the spongy patch of rough innards. Her response told me what I needed to do. Pressing my soaking wet chin into her clit to provide pressure, I focused on that sensitive spot deep inside her. Making out with her swollen pussylips, I wriggled my tongue inside her, using the moans and spasms of pleasure shooting through her as a guide. Her juices streamed freely onto my face and her flavor was hot and strong on my tongue.
Without warning, Mom plunged her entire face down on my cock. A shock jolted through my body as in an instant I want from receiving a gentle handjob punctuated by sloppy kisses, to being buried to the hilt in a warm, gulping throat. I felt Mom’s orgasmic moans along the entire length of my manhood, but part of me wondered why she’d changed things up so rapidly. The answer came a moment later.
No sooner was I all the way down her gullet than Mom’s entire body seized up. She went still for a brief moment, then slowly began to shake. I had to hold onto her hips tightly to prevent her from flailing off my face as her body moved from trembling to spasming. It was almost concerning. However wild the movements of her limbs were, the movements inside of Mom were even more intense. Her cunt clamped down on my tongue like it was trying to rip it off. Her insides massaged it, mistaking it for a cock and milking it like crazy. Mom’s head was shaking too, and between that and the moans she was providing my cock with stimulation like you wouldn’t believe. Grasping her firm asscheeks so hard I knew it would leave marks, I spread Mom wide and pressed myself face even deeper inside her.
I hit paydirt. Suddenly, Mom went still again. Every one of her muscles was rigid as iron. Not letting my tongue stop its relentless work on her g-spot, the rest of my body moved automatically. I was on the edge of something incredible, and I needed stimulation now more than ever. Wrapping my legs around Mom’s head my hips moved on their own in fucking her face. Her pussy clamped down on my tongue hard enough to make it go numb.
From depths of both of our throats came a primal rumbling. Mom’s pussy gripped me with a strength I didn’t know possible. I held her head firmly between my thighs and plunged as deep into her as I could. My balls tensed. Mom’s asshole flexed. Then, sweet beautiful release.
My nuts practically retracted up into my body as I unleashed a monumental load into my mother’s throat. At the same time, her vagina finally released my tongue and what felt like a whole cup of fluid splashed onto my face. I stayed inserted as I pumped several more strong blasts of cum directly into Mom’s stomach. My head fell back onto my pillow and in the darkness I could see her cunt contracting wildly, spraying squirt like a fountain. Mom was shaking again. Her hips bucked wildly. My head, chest, pillow, and sheets were soaked in her girlcum. The empty feeling in my balls became painful, and my legs went slack releasing my mother’s head. She slumped off of me, disgorging my cock with a wet, ragged gagging until the limp member flopped out of her mouth and onto her cheek. Mom coughed up a glob of spit and cum onto my thigh. She was still half lying on top of me, and in the afterglow the warmth and weight of her body felt amazing next to mine.
We were both breathing heavily in the darkness, neither of us was getting enough oxygen by the end of our mutual oral ministrations. I could tell Mom was already basically asleep. I was close to passing out myself, but somewhere in the back of my mind something was registering as unusual. As the edges of my buzzing vision expanded I suddenly identified what was wrong.
There was a third set of labored breathing in the room with us.
I froze, the implications of that shooting through me like lightening. Doing my best not to move, I glanced out of the corner of my eyes to the large, leather chair in the corner where my sister was meant to have been sleeping the whole time. She was still there, but asleep she was not. She was sitting fully upright, and from the glinting of her eyes in the dark I could tell she was staring at us. What her exact expression was I did not know. What I did know with certainty was that her camisole was hiked up above her breasts, her sweatpants lay in a heap on the floor, her panties were dangling from one ankle, and her legs were spread wide. One hand was squeezing her left breast, while the other was down between her legs. It was moving slowly and jerkily, like she was coming down from an amazing orgasm of her own. The wetness glistening on her thighs confirmed my suspicions.
Not only had my sister sat and watched while my mother and I sixty-nined like the horniest teenagers on the planet, she had gotten off to it.
My sister had masturbated to climax watching her mother and brother fuck each other’s faces.