Mom and Sis

Literotic asexstories – Mom and Sis by Gorwin,Gorwin All characters engaging in sex are over 18.

All constructive criticism will be happily accepted, all grammatical errors will be giddily ignored.

Enjoy and as always, five stars are appreciated, even if you don’t read it all the way through… especially if you don’t read it all the way through… nudge, nudge, wink, wink… but seriously five stars.

Also, feel free to laugh, cry, jerk, diddle, rub, all of the above, or whatever it is you do while reading this story. Personally, I hope someone is going down on you right now and your laptop or tablet is resting on their head as you read them these words.

Remember, sharing is caring but swallowing is love.

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As soon as I walked into the kitchen, the mouth-watering sight of my Mom bent over digging into the fridge greeted me. “Damn, Mom, that looks good enough to eat,” I teased as the sight of her round, firm ass awoke the beast in my pants.

Mom wiggled her panty-covered ass in response. I laughed then slapped her bottom.

She cried out as she swatted behind her, “Dammit, I told you, not so hard.”

“Want me to kiss it and make it better?”

“Yeah, and use tongue.”

With a bit of the devil in me, I bent down and bit her right where her leg touched the bottom swell of her ass. She mmm’d and pushed back into me.

“Do it again,” she said when I stood.

I snorted as I grabbed a bowl from the cabinet and then leaned over Mom to grab the cereal from the top of the fridge. If I had been six feet or so, that wouldn’t have been an issue, but in ninth grade, my growth spurt came and went with a quickness, leaving me at the awkward height of five feet five inches, which I always found a little embarrassing.

However, my height was my advantage at that moment because it allowed me to press my body against Mom’s. The heat of her ass felt amazing against my crotch. Without thinking, I pushed into her a little too much throwing her off balance.

“Dammit, Alex, I’m stuck,” she said with a laugh and another swing of her hand.

“Uh-oh, step-sister, looks I better help, let me just pull your panties down,” I said, teasing her with that silly porn meme that seemed to be everywhere.

“You wish,” she said, shoving me back.

I laughed and grabbed the milk before turning toward the kitchen table. As I did, I noticed my little sister standing in the doorway. She rubbed her eyes as she let out a sleepy yawn. “One day, I’m going to come home and find a little three-toothed flipper baby brother running around.”

“We’re just goofing around, Beth,” Mom called out.

“Yeah, and even if we did do something, whose going to get Mom pregnant? ‘Cause it won’t be me. I’m sterile, remember. I could fill Mom with an ocean of cum, and it wouldn’t do a thing.”

“Ew, gross.”

As she rummaged through the cluttered refrigerator, Mom’s frustration grew. After what seemed like an eternity, she finally found the jar she had been searching for, and with a sigh of relief, she stood up and faced her daughter. “You saying I’m gross?”

“No, an ocean of cum is.”

Mom thought about it for a second, then agreed. I laughed. As Mom and Beth moved around the kitchen, Mom fixed her coffee, and Beth searched for her own breakfast. I couldn’t help but notice how the morning light illuminated their faces, casting soft shadows across the room and highlighting their features. Their animated gestures, the warmth in their voices, and how their night clothes clung to them made me glad they were mine and no one else’s.

The age gap between Mom and me was almost two decades. She was in her forties and I was twenty-five. Meanwhile, my sister Beth had recently celebrated her twenty-first birthday, marking a significant milestone in her life. At least we tried, but I only remember a little from that night, so who knows. The two people I couldn’t help but stare at were a bit shorter than me. They loved staying active and enjoyed doing outside things like Mom’s dancing and Beth’s hiking. All of their efforts paid off because each of them rocked tight little tan bodies with thick curves.

Either of them would make any guy stand up and beg, especially when they ran around in tight little tank tops and painted-on panties that left little to the imagination. Still, for me, it was a daily occurrence. The beast, with one eye, still stood up and begged, but it was useless. They were my forbidden fruit.

Granted, if it weren’t for Mom’s unusual views on parenting, we might have grown up to be highly uncomfortable with our own bodies, causing all sorts of insecurities. However, she was a stripper, which, depending on your perspective, may or may not have been seen as a good thing.

If you asked her, she’d say she was an exotic dancer, but she still spent her life taking her clothes off for money, so… pots and kettles. Although Mom has always sworn she never fucked for money, and I believe her, in my book, that made her a tease instead of a slut. And she was the same at home. Drove me insane, especially when Beth turned eighteen and joined her, but, unlike the guys at the club, at least I got to grope their bodies whenever I wanted, so… I had that going for me.

During my younger years, I had friends who loved spending time at my house. We did what kids did, but, as we got into our teen years, my friends were suddenly no longer allowed over. Don’t get me wrong, before I hit legal adulthood, Mom dressed like the other moms… well, not just like the other moms because Mom was, and still is, hot and a hot woman is a hot woman no matter what she wears.

Turned out the other mothers were uncomfortable letting their children hang out at a house belonging to an attractive stripper. Of course, my friends’ fathers on the other hand, had no issue with it. Didn’t matter, though, Mom shut any of that bullshit down quick. She used to say that if people destroyed their lives going to the club, that was their problem, but, if they did it in our backyard, that was on her conscience.

I didn’t care; Mom was fantastic, and the dicks at school brave enough to say something couldn’t take a punch anyway, especially when they moved on to Beth, Mom’s mini-me. Guys, even guys who were five years older than my sister, saw an opportunity.

The extent of my battles cannot be expressed in mere words. The sheer amount of aggression I kept inside of me throughout mine and my sister’s high school years, made me fiercely protective and possessive of both the women I loved. They were the ones I cherished the most, and I was willing to go to any lengths to safeguard them from potential harm. Deep down, I knew I could never truly possess them as they were my sister and mother. So, I turned all of that frustration and anger toward those who pissed me off. My love for them was intense, and it consumed me entirely, even if I could not do anything about it. Of course, it worked out for whichever piece of fluff I was dating.

I took all of the feelings Mom and Beth produced in me made and would shower my girlfriends in affection until I got them naked, then I’d fuck them with an intense, burning passion, but ultimately our relationships fell apart. I would fuck like a barbarian, but eventually, the knowledge that the one I was with wasn’t the one I wanted to be with and I’d become disheartened. As a result, that old frustrated feeling would return and I’d let them go and return to the women waiting for me at home.

I found that daily exercise helped not only with my ever-increasing sexual frustrations but also with my physical health. Often, I’d run around our picturesque countryside with my sister or find myself helping Mom with a new dance routine. Between their activities and working outside, I had a toned physique and a natural tan I proudly displayed.

As a result, women were drawn to me like a magnet to metal, especially Mom and Beth. They, like me, and unbeknownst to me then, were similarly frustrated with our inability to act on our mutual desires. Despite my best efforts to conceal it, the long glances and subtle touches from the women in my life made it clear that my arousal was at least partially reciprocated. Eventually, I stopped hide my arousal altogether.

As I lounged at the kitchen table, clad only in my snug-fitting boxer briefs, my gaze fixated on the objects in front of me. Two of the tastiest-looking asses that ever walked God’s good green Earth pranced around for my enjoyment. And as Beth took her seat next to me, I couldn’t help but give her a warm smile. She gave me a weird look and then looked down.

“Mom, Alex is hard again.”

“Lucky boy,” Mom mumbled.

“Aren’t you going to say anything?”

Mom looked around and gave me a look. I tried to hold back my smile as I waited for her to speak. After a moment of silence, Mom gave her own little smirk and said, “Depends. Is that hard cock because of me or your sister?”

Beth exploded, outraged, as I laughed.

“How’s that even remotely relevant?”

“Well, if it’s for you, he’s grounded,” Mom said letting her smirk turn into a smile. We loved teasing my sister, especially since her reactions were always demonstrative.

My sister rolled her eyes at Mom’s response and turned her annoyance to me. “You know, you should really do something about that because one of these days, it’s going to fall off because you let it get hard all the time,” she teased, her words laced with sarcasm and humor.

I hugged her close and said, “You could help.” She pushed me away with an over-exaggerated “Ew,” causing Mom to laugh. I shrugged. “See, you won’t help me, and Mom won’t help me, so I guess I’m fucked, and not in a good way.” She slapped my arm, and I laughed as my phone buzzed. “Shit, I’m going to be late for work,” I exclaimed. “Traffic is always terrible this time of the day.”

“Why are y’all starting so late,” Beth asked.

“Fuck if I know, but Wally said he didn’t need us until later, so…”

Mom chuckled. “Got caught up in all the eye candy, huh?” I smirked, and then said, “You had better hurry then.”

I walked over to the window and peered outside. The sky was partly cloudy, but I could see dark clouds looming. “It looks like it’s going to rain soon. Bet I’ll be back before lunch.”

Mom nodded as she sipped her coffee. “The weather guy said it’s supposed to rain all weekend.”

Beth let out a sigh. “It better not,” she complained. “I’ve got plans to go hiking this weekend.”

As I headed upstairs, I couldn’t help but chuckle as my sister’s complaining followed me. At least for a bit, because as I ran into my room for clean clothes, her voice disappeared completely. I missed the rest, but I was sure it was the same thing she always said. Damnation and hell would fall upon some poor soul if she didn’t get her way.

After a quick shower and getting dressed, I was about to head out when Mom appeared at the door with my lunch box. Despite my protests, she insisted on packing my lunch, saying she enjoyed doing it and would do the same for Beth, if she ever took her lunch.

Beth was the more academically inclined of us. I had left high school and taken up a job while my sister graduated with honors and went to the local college. And as a college student, she refused to be seen carrying a lunch box. Hence, she usually met me at the door for a different reason altogether.

With a stretched-out hand and a slight arch of her back, she said, “Money, please.”

I let out a small snort. “And what exactly will my adorable genie be able to do for me?”

She looked at me curiously and asked, “Seriously, you want me to grant you a ‘wish’?” I nodded. “Ugh, fine. What’d you want?” she asked, her tone curious and oddly eager to please. I gave her a smirk and she laughed and slapped my arm. “Oh my God, you perv.”

“I’ll settle for a hug then.”

“Alright, I guess a hug couldn’t hurt,” she said, standing up on her toes and encircling her arms around my neck.

My own arms snaked around her taut waist drawing her closer. With a sigh, I buried my face in her neck. My hand slid down her back, causing her to laugh softly. My lips traced a small pattern over her delicate skin, causing her to squirm. Of course, those little moans changed to a sudden, sharp gasp of mock surprise when my hand dropped lower. Her soft moans returned when my hand slipped under her waistband. Her ass was impeccably smooth and pleasingly firm. I relished every minute of my meticulous exploration, taking in every detail with a sense of wonder and admiration. From the sounds of her low and growling whimpers, she did, too.

I gazed into her eyes, holding her tightly and feeling her warmth. After a few moments, she whispered, “Enough.” It sounded almost desperate as if she didn’t really want me to stop and my heart skipped a beat. She smiled as my hand didn’t move and said, “Go to work, perv, we’ll watch a movie tonight and you can continue to violate me then.” I laughed and slipped a twenty between her cheeks as I pulled my hand from her lace panties.

Her eyes widened before she playfully hit my arm and laugh. “Oh my God,” she exclaimed, “you’re so immature!”

I smiled and kissed her cheek, “Best ass I’ve ever paid for.”

After another playful slap on my arm, I turned to look at Mom. Her eyes twinkled with amusement as she watched our playful banter. “How about you, Mom? You need some cash?”

“I had a large party last night, so I’m good, but I’ll take a hug.”

“Want the ass grab too?”

“Of course, but fair warning: If you go in, you might come out with a handful of glitter.”

I chuckled as I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close. Like my sister, I nestled my face into Mom’s neck, enjoying the warmth of her embrace. She gave me a ‘you’re forgetting something’ look and I smiled as promised, I slid my hand under her waistband and groped her ass. As much as she wanted it to be different, Mom’s ass was just a bit softer than Beth’s, but I loved it all the same. With a quick, nibble at her neck, I turned to leave only to be caught by Mom’s hand.

I looked back, and in a rare moment of vulnerability, she said, “I know I’m not the youngest cow in the barn, but thanks for never making me feel that way.” Before I could reply, she kissed my cheek and shoved me out the door.

I smiled as I drove to work thinking about her. One of the many reasons I loved her so much was how I felt I knew her inside and out. For example, I knew she craved love and affection the most. Same as me. She hated not taking care of us, hence staying up to hand me my lunch. A habit I told her many times she should skip so she could sleep, but she refused. And the mere thought of growing old was something she despised. I never understood why that thought bothered her so much, but it was in almost everything she did. That’s why whatever I did or said to Beth, I did and said to her. It would’ve driven her insane to think her daughter might get more attention than her.

Of course, every other man on the planet and I would be happy to come home to either of them at night, but she didn’t see that; all she saw was age. It wasn’t pleasant, but it worked for me. Because I got all the inappropriate touching my horny little heart desired.

I pushed Mom and Beth to the back of my mind as I got to work just as the rain started. It wasn’t bad at first, but a few hours in, it was coming down in buckets, and as predicted, we were done for the day right around lunchtime. To their credit, the guys kept trying to do stuff, but as soon as the lightning got close enough, Wally, our on-site supervisor, made the call and shut us down.

We gathered in the small mobile office, and after he announced we were done for the day, I let everyone know it was expected to go to morning… maybe even until Sunday afternoon. That got a cheer. Even though we knew it would come at a cost, we all wanted that extra day off. Six hours unworked on Friday meant a week of overtime when we returned. Just the nature of the business.

Wally told everyone to enjoy their weekend but asked me to stay. The others ooo’d as they left, and I chuckled, unfazed by their teasing. I’d known Wally for years; he was a reasonable man who valued hard work and punctuality above all else. I was one of his leads because I learned how to keep the job moving. Besides, if I were in trouble, that would’ve been taken care of the moment I arrived. Wally took care of the bad stuff in the morning and the good stuff as we were leaving. It was his way of ensuring a good night.

“So, what’s up,” I asked as I sat.

He didn’t mince words. “You get along with the guys and have good instincts. Not to mention, you know how to keep everyone on track.”

I smiled, “Thanks, I think.”

“No, that’s good, especially in a leadership role.”

“My own job site?”

“Better. Tony wants to add another SWAT crew to the ranks.”

I groaned. A SWAT crew was a small group of specialists who went to a job site to determine the holdup and help get the project back on schedule. Everyone hated the SWAT crews.

“I thought you liked me, man, and here you are, sacrificing me to those SWAT assholes.”

He rolled his eyes, “They’re not that bad.”

“They roll in and start barking orders like they own the place. I’d rather stay here than to be on one of those crews.”

“One, I was on a SWAT crew, and two, you wouldn’t be one of the crew; you’d run it.” I hesitated, and he said, “The position comes with a significant pay bump, a supervisor title, and the use of a company truck. Save a lot of wear and tear on Old Blue out there.”

“So, how would it work?”

“Simple. Every Sunday night, I’d send you a site that needs help for the week, then you and your team go where I tell you and fix any issues you find.”

“I don’t know,” I said still hesitating.

“Plus,” he said adding the icing on the cake, “your team gets a bonus for every project you help bring in on schedule.”

He handed me a sheet of paper. “What’s this,” I asked.

“Well, you want to know why guys take the job that so many hate? That’s the reason.”

“I’ll make this,” I asked looking at the number on the page.

“That’s what the lowest-paid member of your team is expected to make. You should make at least twenty-five percent more.”

I whistled slowly. “Jesus.”

“Tony doesn’t play around. He knows you’re going to have to deal with a world of shit, and he makes sure it’s worth it. It’s a stepping stone, Alex, and a sign of trust.”

After seeing the expected pay, I didn’t have to think about it; I said yes immediately.

“Turn your phone off and enjoy your weekend. Be here on Monday morning to meet your team and be ready to go balls to the walls.”

I hadn’t thought of that. The kind of stuff the SWAT crews did was always last minute and urgent. Mainly because we were limited by the seasons. Unfortunately, we couldn’t work in inclement weather, which meant as soon as Winter truly set in, we were down until the following Spring. Most guys I worked with had Winter jobs. I did, too, but with the money Wally was showing me, there was a real possibility I could chill for the Winter. I wouldn’t but it was a pleasant daydream.

I was riding high when I got home and went searching for Mom. I knew she was asleep, but my news was too exciting not to share. I ran up and quietly entered her room. She never locked her door or even shut it all the way. Well, she did, but then she played her music loud letting Beth and I know she needed a half hour of private time. I loved going into her room after her sessions for obvious reasons.

She wasn’t where I expected, but her running shower told me where she’d gone. Curiously, I stepped in and stared at her until she turned around and screamed.

“Oh my God, you asshole, you scared the life out of me,” she said not even bothering to admonish me for watching her shower.

One of the things about having a stripper mom is that you eventually see her naked, so while unusual, my being her personal voyeur wasn’t a big deal. At least to her, Beth, on the other hand, didn’t have an issue with the touching but couldn’t bring herself to cross that last line of full-on nudity.

“What’re you doing up,” I asked.

“Got a few errands, wanna go with me?”

“Of course.”

I quietly watched her, and I could swear she slowed down and begun putting on a show. She turned away giving me a nice view of her ass and asked, “Are you just going to stand there and watch? If so, you better start throwing some dollar bills.”

I chuckled, “And how much to join?”

“Oh, definitely more than one. Like a night out at a good restaurant.”

“Deal,” I said, stripping.

She laughed as I stepped in and wrapped my arms around her. I knew I was taking our relationship to a new level, but she didn’t seem to mind. Then I went to nuzzle her neck but she shifted and our lips were suddenly touching. I’m not sure what I was thinking or what Mom was thinking, but the moment’s excitement drove our actions. My attempted nuzzle had changed to a full-on, tongue-in-mouth kiss. Until then, I had complete control of my body, but having my naked mother kiss me broke through all my barriers, and my body reacted.

“I got a promotion,” I said as I moved to kiss her neck as I originally intended. “It’s a promotion, a raise, and a company truck.”

Mom was momentarily confused, and I sensed she didn’t understand why I was talking while we were making out. Then, she realized what I was saying. “Uh… that’s great, baby, but couldn’t it have waited until… I got out of the shower?”

“It could’ve but…” I trailed off as I pushed my erection into her stomach, “… I was excited.”

She laughed, “I can tell. Alex, we joke around, but this might be crossing the line.”

I agreed but ignored her as I told her my new expected yearly salary. She forgot all about my hard cock as she leaned back and said, “Are you fucking kidding me? That’s amazing!”

“Yeah, I want to go out and celebrate.”

“Hell yeah, we are, but not until Beth gets home.”

“Of course,” I said, starting to step out. I mean, I was having fun, but Mom was right. It was a dangerous line I was walking… one I would’ve gladly crossed but not one I would force on Mom.

“Since you’re already in here,” she said stopping me, “can you wash my back?”

I looked at her and asked, “Are you sure?”

She nodded and I held out my hand for the soap. As her hand grazed mine, I could sense the difference in her touch. I mean, it shouldn’t been since I’d seen Mom naked on numerous occasions, but somehow her touch was more electric. I mean, I had touched her body more times than I could count, and while she had seen me in various states of undress and arousal, we’d never been naked together. She’d never seen my cock without my underwear covering it. All that flashed through my mind as she waited for me to wash her. I hesitated.

“What’s the holdup?”

I had a feeling she knew, but since I didn’t want to be the one to say it, I ran the bar over her warm, smooth back. Mom was in her fourth decade of life, but I don’t think anyone could have looked at the woman before me and proved it. Mom gave out a low mmm sounds and I caressed her.

“Alright?”

“Yeah,” she said, bending forward a bit. “It’s been so long since I’ve had a man do this.” She chuckled softly. “I know I shouldn’t say, but this is one of things I miss about having someone. Just letting you do what you want turns me on like nothing else. I think it’s the closeness and the feeling of strong hands all over my body.” She leaned back into me, forcing me to wrap my arms around her lest she fall. My erection was crushed between us. She looked back at me and smiled. “You don’t know how much I love feeling you erect.”

“You like making your son hard?”

She laughed, and it felt amazing. “Not my son… or not necessarily you, but the man who takes care of me. That’s what you do; you care for me in almost every way. You’ve become the man of the house and I guess that’s why I feel so safe around you.”

“You could have any guy you wanted. At the club, the guys line up to see you.”

She smiled; it was a sad look. “Not as many as there used to be. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve still got my fans, but I can tell my days are numbered. Besides, those guys see me at my best all the time; you see me at my worst and still…” her ass cheeks tightened, “… I’ve got a hard cock knocking on my back door.”

I suppressed a moan. “Guess I should apologize. I won’t, but I know I should.” I laughed. “Okay, my turn to confess. You’re why I troll the Friday night bars looking for older women.” Her brows furrowed, and I kissed her nose. “I never find anyone… well, I find a lot, but the one I want is at home.”

As my hands soaped her stomach, I began making little circles and got wider until I was brushing her well-manicured pubic hair and the bottom swell of her softball-sized breasts. Of all the spots on Mom I had touched, there were only three spots on her body I hadn’t.

Mom didn’t say, and I didn’t ask. Neither of us would’ve been able to tell who initiated it. Still, she turned, and I pulled simultaneously, so it didn’t matter. Her arms slid around my neck as mine pulled her tight, and our lips came together. A tidal wave of beastial lust rolled from us as we kissed. Her against the wall, then me against the wall, we tried everything, but the floor was too slick from the shampoo we’d knocked over and stepped on to do more than make out like teenagers.

Frustrated, I pulled Mom from the tub and bent her over the sink, the floor mat providing the traction I needed to finally enter a place I had left over two decades prior. I’d love to say Mom was crushingly tight, but after two kids, she was snug, and I swear, at least in my head, when I pushed into her, I heard a click as if her entrance had been made just for me.

I was buried in her and couldn’t help but hold that position as I luxuriated in the feeling of Mom’s cunt flexing around me. She wiggled her ass and whined a little trying to spur me on, but I had other plans. Grabbing her, I pulled her up enough so she could see us in the mirror.

“That look on your face. That look of deep satisfaction and need… that’s being created by your son’s cock buried deep into your motherly cunt.” I pulled out a little and slid back in. The joy on her face was unmistakable. I slowly began sliding in and out of my mother’s velvety fuck box, and we watched as the sensations rolled across our faces. “This is mine now,” I declared. “You are mine now.”

“Yes, baby, I’m yours,” she moaned, “Anytime, anywhere…”

“Always and forever.”

“Yes, baby, I’m yours forever; please don’t stop.”

I smiled as my hands took her hips. I held her tight and used my mother’s body to relieve the sexual stress she caused. I’d love to say our first cums were explosive, magical, and cosmic in scope, but honestly, it was one of the fastest fucks of my life. No sooner was I in her than I was painting her insides with my fluids. My hot spurts triggered her orgasm, and soon, the bathroom walls were reverberating with our cries of ecstasy.

Our second orgasm was a little different. After my nut and I could think a little again, I spun Mom around and used the sink counter to help prop her up as I re-entered her from the front. It was as erotic as when she was bent over and looking in the mirror, but it was so much more intimate as we stared into each other’s eyes.

“I love you so much, Mom.”

She smiled, “God, I hope so. I’d hate to get ghosted by my own son.”

It was so random and so like Mom to joke during a time like this. I laughed, and that threw off my rhythm. “What the fuck, Mom?”

She bit my lip. “I like to be playful, and you were getting too serious. And I know you love me. I love you too.” Her pussy squeezed my cock, “Fuck me whenever you want, but don’t change on me… or disappear.”

I smirked and thrusted hard into her. “You don’t disappear from a pussy this good; I just hope your mouth is as good.”

“Shit, I hope your mouth is as good as my pussy, because Mommy loves her pussy being eaten.”

“Really, you’d love to have your son’s mouth slurping and tonguing your tasty honey pot?”

“Mmm-hmmm,” she said as our bodies renewed their race toward the finish line.

“Is Mommy going to suck her big boy’s big cock?”

“Whenever you want, baby.”

“And what if I come to see you at the strip club? You going to take me into the back and ride your son’s cock?”

She whimpered. “You’d make me do that?” I nodded. “But I’ve never been in the back with anyone else. What if someone else wants to take Mommy in the back.”

I fucked her harder at the thought, and her eyes widened. “You can dance for them, they can want you, even fantasize about you, but this body is mine now and,” I punctuated each of my following words with a hard thrust into her dripping twat, “absolutely,” thrust, “no one,” thrust, “else,” thrust, “get’s,” thrust, “this,” thrust, “pussy,” jam and hold as I came inside of her a second time.

She cried out each time my tip drove deep into her, and when I came, she cried out and bared down. A second flood exploded from my mother’s sweet snatch. The combination of our fluids was too much for her hot little canal, and her spasms forced it past the plug of my cock to drip on the floor.

“Fuck, I needed that,” she murmured.

“Oh my God,” Beth’s stunned voice came from the door. Looking around, I saw my sister’s wide-eyed shock staring at us. “Alex, you’re fucking Mom.”

Disbelief saturated her words, but I was still erect and not thinking. I often wondered how the rest of that day went if I had been able to think beyond my most primal needs, but I wasn’t, so I did what seemed right at the time; I reached out, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her to us. Without asking, I kissed her as I had with Mom. And as Mom did, she melted into me for a long moment, then pulled away, looking at our mother. Mom leaned forward and replaced my tongue in her daughter’s mouth with her own while I nibbled at Beth’s neck and caressed her ass.

As I teased my sister, Mom said, “Alex and I are together now. You can join us or not; it’s your choice, but please, don’t say anything to anyone, okay?”

She looked at me again and again, I kissed her. Mom, feeling my erection get slightly more prominent, began squeezing my cock with her cunt muscles. “Oh God, Alex, keep kissing your sister, I think it’s making you bigger.”

I have no idea what Beth was thinking, but I held her as Mom used my fuck stick to pleasure herself as her children made out. I think that’s the thing I loved about my sister. She wasn’t indecisive. Good or bad, she made a decision and rolled with it until something better came along.

Her hands were clutching at the sides of my face as my own digits teased her. Finally, she pushed me back until I fell out of Mom, and she said, “My turn.”

Mom gave a happy little yip and said, “Alex, take your sister’s pants off.”

I smiled as Mom took Beth’s shirt bottom pulling it up, and as I took the waistband of my sister’s stretch pants and pulled them down. Within seconds, we had her clothes off like we had unwrapped a present—one of the best presents I’d ever gotten.

As I knelt, I compared my younger sister to my older mother. Besides the obvious signs of their age and cosmetic differences, such as makeup and hairstyle, they could’ve been twins. Especially their tasty little twats. Well, at the moment, they looked different because Mom’s cunt was free-flowing with the two nuts I pumped into her, and Beth’s just flowed with her own excitement.

I took her legs with a smile and pushed until she was perched on the counter. “Mom, take her knee.”

“You’re an asshole,” Mom said as she complied.

“Are you telling me if this little pussy was in your face, you wouldn’t eat it?”

“No, but you didn’t eat me,” she pouted.

I leaned toward her and, with my free hand, pulled her ass toward me and gave her pubic mound a little nip. “I promise I’ll eat that cunt, but at the moment, I need my mother to help me eat my sister’s pussy.”

Beth said, “Yeah, Mom, don’t be selfish help your son get your daughter off.”

“Ugh,” Mom said, rolling her eyes, “Fine, but I’m going to bite these little eraser-size nipples.”

“Mom,” Beth yelled as Mom dipped her head to her daughter’s breasts. Her cries of pain Mom was sending through her changed to an “Oh, sweet Jesus” when I plunged my tongue into her opening.

She was our rag doll as we, her brother and mother, did as we pleased with her body. Mom switched from tit to tit as I ran my tongue up her little slit. With an evil grin, at the top of the peak of my up lick, I would give her swollen clit a little squeeze with my teeth. If it hadn’t been for our grip, Beth would’ve hurt herself as she thrashed around and enjoyed the sensations racing through her body.

Mom leaned away a little and smiled. “God, I remember when things felt that good.”

“Maybe I’m just that good with my tongue,” I bragged.

“I wouldn’t know, would I?” Mom shot back and then laughed. “And no matter how good you are, a pussy as young as your sister’s is like a raw nerve. She’s experiencing things right now that she’ll only remember later.”

I leaned toward Mom and kissed her thigh… then Beth slapped my head. “Are you fucking kidding me with this shit? Stop talking and get back to licking me to heaven!”

I laughed as Mom said, “Yes, dear.”

Mom grabbed my head and pushed my face back into my sister’s cunt. I pushed her legs up and kissed her tiny opening with as much of my tongue as I could get into her. Her moans returned as Mom and I did as she commanded and tried to lick her to heaven.

I’m not sure if she made it to the Pearly Gates, but I was sure that when I started concentrating on her thick little nub and began using my fingers inside of her, she saw the front drive. At least she did until she stiffened and exploded in my face.

As I tried not to drown, Mom chuckled, “Aww, our little Beth is a squirter.”

“That’s great, but she’s about to be a screamer, too,” I said as I stood and placed the tip of my cock at her entrance.

When I entered Mom, I thought she felt like I was coming home, but as I sheathed my hard cock into my little sister… well, it still felt like home, but one I had to use a battering ram to get into. Thank God she wasn’t a virgin, or the scream that would’ve exploded from her would’ve had the cops breaking down our door.

She cried out until Mom pulled her to her breasts. “There you go, baby, suck Mommy’s nipple.” Mom grunted, “Yes, bite me, baby, bite me.”

I left them alone as I concentrated on enjoying my sister’s body. As she reacted to my invasion, I closed my eyes and lavished in the sensation of her crushing love tunnel. I loved my sister in a very unsibling way, but I would’ve been hard-pressed to say whose pussy I liked better. Unfortunately, or very fortunately for me, they were both so different it would be like trying to compare… I hate to use a cliche, but apples and oranges. They were both fantastic but in their own way. Mom was soft, snug, and smooth, while Beth was firm, gripping, and had these small ridges that sent little spikes of pleasure throughout my body. Not to say Mom’s vagina didn’t also give me pleasure but the friction of her tunnel was all-encompassing, while Beth’s was specialized.

Suddenly, as my eyes were closed, Beth’s canal began spasming around my cock. “Holy shit,” I said as her cumming triggered my own orgasm.

I bent over her, pushed hard, and filled my baby sister full of my defunct baby batter. I used to be pissed off I could never have children, but, after cumming in both my mother and my sister without any protection, I found the silver lining. The thought that as long as I stayed with Mom and Beth, I’d never have to worry about pregnancy or disease again.

I held myself inside my sister and pulled Mom to me for a deep kiss. I could’ve stayed there forever, but three loads was my limit. It was like one of my favorite Futurama quotes. Captain Zapp Brannigan said, “The spirit is willing, but the flesh is spongy and bruised.” Thankfully, I was just spongy and willing but not bruised.

I stepped back and gently caught my sister as she slid toward the floor. I shifted until her lithe body was cradled in my arms. “Nap, and then we celebrate,” I told my women.

I started for Beth’s room, but she stopped me. “No, I’m yours now, I sleep where you sleep.”

I chuckled and looked at Mom. “Aren’t you going to get her for being sappy?”

“She just got double-teamed by her brother and mother and had the best orgasm of her life; she’s allowed to be sappy.”

“Uh! I had a threesome with my Mom and sister; why don’t I deserve to be sappy?”

“Because you had a threesome with your sister and your Mom, that’s your reward. You get to have us whenever you want. That’s called being a man; that’s what we want, not a simpering pussy; we have those; we don’t need another one.”

I stopped in the hall and looked past my almost unconscious sister. “So, you’re saying my reward for fucking you two is I get to fuck you more?”

Mom reached under her daughter and rubbed my cock. “Anytime you want.”

I thought about it for a moment and noticed that while it wasn’t growing fully, my cock was slowly thickening in Mom’s hand. “I can live with that.” I gestured toward my room. “So, wanna join us?”

“No, but we’ll join you.” Her hand tightened and pulled me toward her bedroom. “As the Man of the House, you belong here; as you’re women, we belong with you. Good thing I got that king-sized bed a few years ago.”

I chuckled as Mom pulled the comforter back, allowing me to place Beth’s naked body on the bed. She pulled me into the middle and climbed in next to me once I got settled. And as she dragged the comforter up and over us, she and Beth used me as their personal body pillow.

“This is going to be extremely uncomfortable,” I said.

Beth slapped my chest. “Shh, pillows don’t talk.”

Mom laughed, kissed my chest, and then softly snored within moments. On the other side of me, so was my sister. I gave them each a gentle kiss on their foreheads and then let myself fall into a deep sleep.