My Mom, Billy Jo, followed me as I stepped into my bedroom to give me words about talking that way to my Mother.
Then, kicking my shoes off, Mom asked me. “Why was I getting TLC from Bobbie ice packs, back rubs, and dressing my cuts. Then, Mom asked me if we were a thing? Did we cross a line? Are we going to cross a line, had we?”
How do you answer your Mom to this? I was honest and told my Mom. “I was trying to protect my Sister from her bully telling her about my trash can fight, and Bobbie was in danger. I was learning to fight, as I could not fight back before. I was too scared to fight back for fear of getting hurt. That was Dad’s fault. I learned how to take a hit to move and flow with punches. Our next fight was going to have a much different ending.”
Mom says. “You said he got kicked out; they let him back in school?”
I nodded my head yes. “Two months, his dad, the lawyer, got him back in school in five weeks.”
I then answered my Mom with the rest of my truth. “I would indeed cross any line for my Mom or my Sister. How could I not? You two are my whole fucking world. I feel your love, not our dads; he never even remembered our birthdays.”
Mom says. “Watch your mouth, son. You’re not too big to pull your pants down and give you a whipping.”
I got rock hard, my sweatpants tented out, and Mom just looked down at it, and her smile grew.
I stood and took my shirt off to a moan from my Mom, and she says. “Damn, son, your all bruises. You’re doing this for her?” My Mom asked me.
I say. “Mom, I can take a hit and hurt back now that first week, not too much. I kept seeing Bobbies face when she told me about being cornered by Johnny. He wants her like Dad wants fried food. I held her Mom as she cried. I won’t kiss first, but I can’t say no to you or her Mom. I won’t turn down love, Mom. I love you two too much. Sick, huh, I guess?”
I say softly as if I burst into flames having said it.
My Mom wrapped me in her arms. Your breath on my neck made every hair on my body stood on end as goosebumps spread over my arms. The smell of your hot sweat was making me dizzy.
As Mom moaned into my neck as I turned red, Mom says. “You did this for her, and you’re telling me you would do this for me too?
I felt Mom moan in my hardening cock like it was connected to your voice. It grew harder against moms leg. I know you feel it.
I hear from Mom. “You did not get that from your Dad, you lucky boy. Have you used it yet, Hon?”
I shook my head, no, it’s not like any words would come out of my mouth, but I managed to say. “Damn, Mom, you’re killing me.”
Mom pulled my face to her and says. “I can’t do this to your dad, baby, but damn, you’re sexy.”
As she trembled against me, your nipples popped into my naked chest. I felt them through Mom’s top and sports bra. God, they were so hot. I felt a hand on my cock as you squeezed me through my sweats. You pull them down, exposing my hard cock, and you drop to your knees.
Mom says groaning. “We’re burning in hell, baby. I can’t do this, but I have to have your cock. I can’t stop is it a sickness? Is this what Bobbie feels, baby?”
I did not answer because I thought I knew my Sister’s mind, but I never thought I would be here now or what my Sister felt about our love.
My hot Mom has me half down her throat as Mom gags with drool coming out of her mouth. I am almost there, so close to coming. It was so hot, and I was so close. We heard a car door close in the driveway. It’s Bobbie coming home from school practice. Damn, what timing. We broke apart; my hand reached out and held your hand for another second.
Bobbie yelled out. “She’s home.”
As the door slammed downstairs as we did when Dad was not here to hear, it was an act of rebellion. Even our Mom does it if Dad’s car is not in the driveway. Any act of rebellion makes us closer.
I kissed your hand and say. “Thanks, Mom, you always make me feel loved. I hope I do the same for you?”
As you kiss me, I taste myself in your hot mouth. It’s a first for me, kink on kink, sin for sin. Hell will freeze before I stop. Your kiss was not so much as a mom would have given, but as you left the room, it was more like lovers do, getting close to breaking that damn line into shards. I pulled off my workout sweats walking into our bathroom.
I go to shower. I spent the day dirty, not showering, and walking into the Jack and Jill bathroom I share with my Sister. My cock was still hard as I went in naked I stepped into the shower turning the water on. I hear a grasp from behind me. My sexy Sister is half out of her top, her wet sports jersey stuck on your head. As she sees me naked, I reach out and unstuck your head from her wet top.
It’s my turn to grasp your flat tummy. It made your blue-colored 38 C bra-covered breast look larger. It made drool come out of my throbbing cock head. Bobbie sees me and says. “You’re bruised all over; why did you not tell me, brother?”
“Sis, I wanted to learn to fight. But I was too scared I get hurt; it made me incapable of fighting back. Thank you for caring for cuts and bruises on my hands and face. I have no fear and can hold my own now, Bobbie.” I answered proudly.
My Sister asked with a naughty smile say. “Where’s mom?”
I answered. “She left moaning after seeing me without my shirt on. She kissed me for my bruises and asked if I was doing this for you. I told her it was, and I do it for Mom too. She left here. I sure to go take care of things; you see how she left me?”
I say. “Pointing down to the purple elephant in the room, not sharing the start of Mom’s blowjob by telling you.
Bobbie reached out and wrapped her hand around my hard cock. Her fingers just touched. I am almost the size of an 8.5-ounce red bull can or just a bit longer, about seven inches. My Sister kissed me, and not as a sister should, as she stroked my hot hard cock for the first time. I thought I had been hard before, but this would cut glass. Your lips were so hot as your lips pulled mine into your sexy mouth. I pushed your gym shorts off you and then your panties.
You trim your pussy hair as I find that spot with my wet fingers you see in all the porn films. Then, you moan against my lips as our tongues fight for who leads this dance.
You dropped to your knees; you were winning and groaned loudly when you say. “I’ve dreamed of this. I rubbed my pussy out to seeing you take your swimsuit off last month at the beach house.”
You took me in your hot mouth as you moaned on my hot cock. Then, you pull my balls as you suck one in and stroke me slowly. I arch my feet as you speed up.
I scream at you. “I coming!”
I blow off my cum coming fast; my Mom put me on edge bad, and you’re putting me in your mouth to drain me dry was brain-draining. I fall to my knees, and I push you against the wall as my lips suck your wet pussy lips into my cold mouth. Your taste has made me hard as a rock again. I find the pearl of your clit with my lips as I suck you inside my hot mouth to your moans.
I sucked my first pussy, but damn sure it’s not going to be my last. As you arch your back, you hold on to me, and my two fingers slide inside you as I hit your hymen and backed off. I found your G-spot as your moans turned into screams, as you fell on me, as you too came shaking, telling me sweet things you want to do with us. I washed us off on the shower floor. I kissed you as a lover would it feels right; it felt perfect.
You started to put me inside you as you climbed on top of me; I stopped you and say. “We have nothing keeping you from having our baby, babe; we can’t risk it. We can’t; we need birth control. I’ll pick up some condoms. You need to get on the pill. No shame or guilt, Sis, that was hot as fuck. But Dad and the law would end us if you had my baby.”
We went downstairs to our Mom drinking early, her neck and face flushed with what looked like a powerful orgasm. Bobbie and I did too, but we first did a half-hour workout in the home gym, so we had red faces. We ate dinner and watched net flicks till Mom passed out from drinking. I carried Mom to her bed; she kissed me again as I laid her down. I heard a moan from Bobbie in the hall. She saw Mom kiss me as I pulled the covers over our Mom.
I went to the hall to a second kiss from Bobbie, as you say, next to my ear. “Damn, that was a sexy kiss. So you make her scream too?”
You asked me as we walked to my bedroom.
I walked us into my room; I told you. “No, not yet, but I want to. We slipped over the line; we have not crossed it like we have.”
I stroke your hair, keeping it untangled as I close and lock your bedroom door as I did my door. We kissed like new lovers, incest or not. It felt too real to be just lust. I wanted you as much as you wanted me. I got hard, and you ate me. You took your time as you turned around, and we consumed each other. We came and slept in each other’s arms for a few hours before we heard Mom tossing her cookies in the master bathroom.
We got up, showered together, dressed, and made Mom the hair of the dog a double shot Bloody Mary. I took Mom a shot glass of vitamins B and others and a fizzy aspirin drink, and Bobbie brought the Bloody Mary. Tabasco kicked Mom up, sent her to the toilet, and tossed the rest of her cookies as Bobbie and I held your hair out of the stream. Mom was taking a shower as, like most Saturdays, we were drinking coffee out on the back porch catching the sun in our matching Tees and gym shorts.
I took my phone off the charger and turned my phone back on. Dad sent a dozen or more texts on my phone from Dad sent fourteen hours ago.
I tell Bobbie. “He has been texting since six am Beijing, China time.”
I text back it reads. “Sorry, Sir, we just got up. Mom was tossing her cookies up; I’ll give her the phone. What’s up, Dad?”
I find Mom. “Dad’s having some kind of a melt down he spent all night texting us; he does know about time zones? His texts started at two am our time.”
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