Which is exactly the sort of inquiry one makes when not wanting to do anything of the sort.
I shook my head ‘no’. “Stay and watch, mom. If you wa—aaaaah-nt!”, a bit distracted by something incredible my brother was doing with his tongue and lips and, by now, fingers.
” ‘K,” she murmured. She gave me an unnecessarily apologetic look as she reached into her shorts and started pleasuring herself.
My impending orgasm boiled up in my well-licked cunt, and broke — loudly. Like, screaming and scaring the neighbor’s pets loudly. Wave after wave of orgasms, that slutty insatiable side I’d tried so hard to hide all these years. Needlessly. Not caring at this point that my mother was watching me cum like crazy, giving myself up to my slutty selfish pleasure. Shooting sidelong glances at Aleja furiously rubbing herself, trying so hard to get off, but her orgasm apparently inhibited by the loud and extremely close proximity of her children enjoying cunnilingus.
And then, in what seemed at the time like one of the most noble acts in my life, I gave up mindblowing pleasure to grab Lucus’ hair and yank him towards Aleja. “Lick. Her. Pussy. NOW!”
He gave me a What The Fuck look, but I’m stronger than it might appear — my curvy figure hides strong muscles under all that feminine padding — and so, faced with the choice between having his hair possibly ripped out by the roots, or sliding sideways on the couch and doing to his mother what he had just done to his sister…
For once, he chose wisely.
And received a lavish reward, as I laid down on the floor below Lucus and levered his hips over my face, so he could facefuck me while giving his mother head.
Which, given her rubbing of her pussy and cunt prior to my startling act of altruism, set off her orgasm.
This was the moment I discovered that I’d inherited my insatiable mindblowing multi-orgasmic ability from my mother…
And then an incestuous, seemingly utterly depraved threesome began, as my mother drowned her grief over her wrecked marriage by embracing her lovely slutty voraciousness with her children…
***
I realized it was almost dawn, and I hadn’t slept yet, and my fingers were sore from pounding out a summary of the events of one of the most surreal days of my life (and rubbing my well-fucked pussy) on a laptop that by now had a keyboard sticky with… stuff… from me. And my brother. And my mom.
Eh. I’ll get to writing about the rest of the night later. For now, I’ll hit the “Preview and Publish” button, do a quick polishing draft of the story so far.
Fuuuck. So sleepy.
***
A few minutes later, I blearily reached out to hit the grey “Make Changes” button.
The one next to the blue “Submit For Publication” button.
I thought, lemme close my eyes just for a sec, then I’ll make that last change… did I hit the right button… or was that the button ON the right?… whatever, it takes DAYS for those slow bastards to get around to publishing a submission, I got time to —
I fell asleep next to my naked, sweaty, sticky mom and brother.
Leave a Reply