“look at me Hollis” she demanded looking back over her shoulder into my eyes as she started moving her ass back further and seconds later I felt the tight lips of her flower beginning to stretch around the tip of my penis. I lustfully watched as the pleasure influenced the expression on her face. Her hair was a mess, her
eyes closed and her lips pursed with the feeling of pain and pleasure of her son’s fat prick spreading her pussy open.

“ahhhhh” she moaned taking more of my cock up her cunt before removing her hand and facing the stove again. I took this as a sign and lifted my hands to grab hold of her waist. Without warning I forcefully thrusted the remainder of my dick inside of her so that the front of my hips came to rest against her ass.

“Fuck, sweetie!” she screamed obviously not prepared for what I had done, despite knowing what to expect from our bathtub adventure.

Ughhh, that’s gonna take some getting used to” she grunted, leaning forward but careful to avoid the hot plates on the stove.

I decided to go easy for the first few minutes to let her pain subside as I slowly pulled out all the way to the tip and pushed back in slowly.

After getting into a rhythm my thrust became quicker and harder and soon the kitchen was filled with sounds of grunting, moaning, slapping, and a lot of clanking from the stove and pots.

Keep in mind that I was fairly new to sex so for me this was the best ever. Mom made me feel like I owned her as she called my name nearly nonstop.

To stop the harm we were causing to the stove I pulled her back, almost slinging her against the counter directly behind us.

I pushed her head down and kept a firm grip on the back of her neck as I continued to pound relentlessly into her sopping pussy.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god……Hollis!!……keep pounding your mother’s pussy with that fat prick” she screamed louder than I knew she could and I surmised that must’ve been her orgasming and it served to make me feel even more dominant and alpha male.

I could feel my own climax nearing and slowed to fend it off, not wanting this to end. However, I was overstimulated and just before I felt the heat race up my shaft I quickly buried myself as deep as I could go into Carol. I then felt what could only be described as a medium pressure fire hose type stream pouring out the slit in my penis. I guess momentarily pausing reduced the pressure of my cum shot. Either way it wouldn’t stop, it was just a steady flow of sperm infested semen oozing heavily into Carol.

“ Oooohhh that’s right baby, use me like a fucking sperm dumpster sweetie. Pour that hot seed into momma” she moaned as she reached back to grab my hands and pulled them around her so that I was embracing her.

I rested my cheek against her back, breathing heavily. I had worked all day but after that I was feeling more tired than ever.

“I think I’m seeing double Hollis” she laughed huskily, referring to the quip I made to her earlier.

“Me too. Looks I exceeded my own expectations” I chuckled. “Should we eat now?”

“Well honey, because of you I couldn’t finish dinner so it likely got ruined somewhere between you dry humping me and now” she said but not angrily, then again who could be angry after that.

“Sorry mom, but I couldn’t resist”

She only lifted my hand, kissing it in response.

In our euphoria, we stayed hunched over the counter until we both heard the front door open.

All my strength came back to me and I stood at attention in an instant, however, uncertain of what to do.

“Hellooo” a female voice that I didn’t recognize right away came from the foyer before footsteps began coming our way.

“Shit” I said realizing I was completely naked. I don’t know how but somehow my pants got kicked off and were no longer around my ankles.

“Oh my god” Carol gasped reaching for her shorts as hers had gotten kicked off too. “Get down” she said sharply pushing down so that I would remain hidden below the counter.

Carol lifted back up seeing that it was too late to put her shorts back on as the footsteps finally stopped just before the kitchen.

“Hey mom!”

“Anna, oh my god, hey”

“Anna? What the hell was she doing here so soon” I said to myself. Anna was my oldest sister, she was a whole day early and now she has foiled my plans to fuck one of our mothers for the next 24 hours.

It was a good thing she stopped and did not enter the kitchen so her and Carol talked from either side of the counter that was hiding me.

Mom sounded very distressed as she tried to keep her cool. I slowly and quietly grabbed her shorts and moved them to her feet. Cueing her to help me work to get her feet in the shorts without Anna noticing. The effort came with me having to push the tight waist band of the denim over her thick bum.

“Where is Hollis?” I heard Anna ask

“Oh, he’s probably at the boat house, you know your brother, he’s been at it all day and won’t give up until he gets it done”

“Ok, well what’s for dinner” Anna said starting to come closer.

“Wait” Carol almost shouted and I nudged her to keep cool. “It’s just that I spilled something earlier and it’s still slippery. You’ve got heels on and I don’t want you to fall”.

“Nice save” I thought.

I finally succeeded in pushing her shorts most of the way up and reached up just as quietly to button them whilst I continued sitting with my naked butt on the floor, along with my sweating cock and balls.

“C’mon, I’ll help you get your suitcase” Carol said walking out from behind the counter.

“Alright. You ok mom, you look flustered”

“I’m fine dear, just hot is all, cooking and cleaning will do that to you”

As their voices started to fade in distance toward the front door I sighed in relief and after they went outside I gathered my clothes and went upstairs to the bathroom. I came back down after showering and putting on a pair of sweat pants. I heard them back in the kitchen.

“Hollis!!” Anna screamed when she saw me and charged full force crushing me into an embrace. “damn little brother, you’re a stud now” she said complementing my half naked form.

I smirked striking the Adonis pose erupting a laugh from the ladies.

“You’re not bad yourself sis” I said taking in Anna’s figure. She was always the exact likeness of my real mother, tall and stacked. She lived on the sunny west coast and it showed. She was tan with short blonde hair and piercing big blue eyes.

She was taller than me when I saw her last but in a year of growing I stood over her by almost two inches. She was wearing black jeans that were skin tight and conformed to her long shapely legs. I couldn’t keep my eyes from briefly stopping on the deep cleavage she displayed in a loose fitting tan top that looked like she used it to work out in.

“I thought you were working on the boats?” she asked.

“Oh yea, I finished, I came in through the back, went upstairs and took a quick shower. I reeked of motor oil” I lied chucking and I could feel Carol’s uneasy expressing directed at me.

“So how’s city life?” I said putting on a mock accent

“Better than you country dwellers” she responded with a country accent of her own.

Anna was 25, she worked as an addictions counselor. It was her passion having struggled with her own experiences a few years earlier. It was another thing my family didn’t talk about. Anna and I were the only ones who talked about it.

The rest of the family wanted to pretend like it didn’t happen, especially my father. I was sure it killed him that Anna went through that, but he didn’t show it; he never talked about Anna ever and I suspected he may have been ashamed of her, even though she was doing excellent now. I was proud of my big sister and let her know that as often as I could.

“When’s the rest of the family getting here?”

“Day after tomorrow, I didn’t know you were going to be here this early. We wanted to get the place ready for everyone…..you know, presentable and such” I said trying to hide my frustration about losing alone time with Carol.

“Well, I talked to Mom and she said that you left early to get it ready and thought I could help out. No one told me you went too Carol” Carol turned from her cleaning to acknowledge.

“Well I came last minute. I couldn’t let Hollis come alone. There was quite a bit of work to be done”

“True, I’ll still do what I can tomorrow to help out” Anna said resting her tight firm looking back side against the counter behind her, the same one Carol and I were just fucking on. My eyes fell further and I noticed she took off her heels.

Then suddenly I felt all the blood leave my face when I saw sizable cum splatters on the floor by her foot. In my hastiness to get dressed I missed it. It was probably what leaked out of my Mom while she talked to Anna.

I snapped my head back up trying to look as normal as possible and hoped that she wouldn’t move her foot.

“Sis, you know what, we could use some groceries, a lot actually. Why don’t you go to the store and get some” I said trying to think of something to get her out of the house.

“Isn’t it closed, its almost 9”

“I actually don’t think they close until 10” I said as if I actually knew.

“Well, I don’t want to go in there with only an hour til close. I’ll just go tomorrow, or we can both go and you can tell how many women you’re fucking” she snickered. “A lot I bet with that body”.

“Anna, watch your language young lady” Carol said.

“Sorry mom. I’ve gotta readjust for family appropriate conversation”

“You certainly do, you’re going to be around small children again and I already have to get onto Hollis about it” she said and she was literally getting onto me.

“Ulgh” Anna uttered as she not surprisingly stepped right into my cum that was on the floor.

“what’s wrong dear?” Carol asked.

“I stepped into some goo or something”

I saw Carol’s face stiff like she saw a ghost and she knew what the “goo” was.

“Oh that’s some grease that I spilled earlier. I guess I didn’t get it all up” she said getting a towel to clean up my semen.

I don’t why but Anna wiped the cum off her foot with her fingers and brought it to her nose. She furrowed her brow before walking to the sink to wash off her fingers. She then turned to look at me quizzically but didn’t say anything immediately. I couldn’t tell what she was thinking. She couldn’t have known. Other than the cum which Carol said was grease there was no other evidence to suggest what actually happened.