Sophomore Year Pt. 13

Literotic asexstories – Sophomore Year Pt. 13 by LoveScribe62,LoveScribe62 Part 13: Incest

Chapter 30: Incest – Christmas with the Morgans. Karen comes home.

When I woke up, Mom was awake next to me. I asked, “How long did we sleep?”

“Not too long. It’s a little after four.”

Then I noticed what had awakened me. Mom was face down with her ass in the air and her body was rocking slowly. Sitting up, I saw that she was slowly fucking her own ass with the dildo I’d used earlier. She smiled up at me and said, “Are you up for round two?”

That time we made love face to face, taking our time. We fucked for nearly a half hour, pausing often to kiss and hug, enjoying the joining of our bodies. When I finally came in Mom’s ass, she was looking lovingly into my eyes.

I spent another fifteen minutes licking Mom’s pussy, bringing her to multiple orgasms before she pushed me away saying, “We’ve got to get cleaned up. Karen will be here soon, and I promised we’d have dinner on the table when she arrives.”

We took a quick shower together, dressed and went to finish making dinner. We had pork chops, steamed vegetables, roasted potato wedges and a salad on the table just before we heard Karen pulling into the driveway.

Mom and I greeted Karen at the door with hugs and kisses. While she went to cleanup, Mom put the finishing touches on dinner, and I retrieved her luggage from her car.

As we ate, Karen told us her live-in boyfriend, Darryl, would be coming in on the train the day after Christmas. We compared arrival times and figured out he was getting in within twenty minutes of Clarice, so we figured we could go together and make just one trip to the station.

As we finished eating, Mom stood and said, “Time for me to head back to the shelter. Don’t wait up for me. I probably won’t be back ’til after midnight.”

After we kissed her and she left, I started clearing the table. I took a pile of dishes to the sink, and as I turned back, I saw Karen standing by the table in a lacy bra and panties. She jumped on me with her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist saying, “The dishes can wait.”

It had been quite a while since she’d been that eager to have sex with me, so I suspected something wasn’t right with her. As she tried to kiss me, I dislodged her and set her on the floor. She stood there pouting as I asked, “Problems with Darryl?”

She put her head on my chest and said, “No. I love Darryl, and everything is perfect, except the sex.”

“Why don’t you get dressed before you catch a chill. Then you can explain this to me while we clean up.”

Karen grudgingly put the warmup suit she’d been wearing back on and started helping me clean up. As we worked, she explained again that Darryl was an inexperienced lover, and he wasn’t very adventurous. “His family is so uptight about sex. He doesn’t want to try new things that they might think are ‘dirty.’ I try to tell him that what we do in bed is none of their business, but I can tell that in the back of his mind he’s still wondering, ‘What would they think?'”

“When I do convince him to try something new, he feels guilty, so it usually isn’t very good. But I could live without a lot of variety if Darryl didn’t treat having sex like it was a race to the finish line.”

“What is it about his family?”

“They belong to a very conservative religion. They believe sex is for procreation and should only be done by a man and a woman who’ve been joined by God. Darryl is willing to depart with them on the issues of premarital sex and birth control, but that seems to be as much as he wants to rebel.”

“What kind of freaky stuff have you tried to get him to do?”

“Really wild stuff like mutual masturbation, sex outside the bedroom, oral sex. You know, all the freaky, deviant stuff I love.”

“I know you love him, but I also know how much you love sex. Is this a deal breaker?”

“I keep asking myself that. He wants me to be happy, but he’s having a hard time overcoming all the crap he learned as an adolescent and his fear of being judged by his family.”

“We talked about it, and he said he knows there are things I want that he can’t, or more accurately won’t, give me. He knows my history of having casual sex partners, and he’s okay with me getting what I need from someone else. He doesn’t want me to have to resort to sneaking around behind his back, but he also doesn’t want to know any details.”

“Bree has come to visit a couple of times. Each time, he made a point of leaving the house for extended periods, letting us know he wouldn’t be back for hours. He was giving us his tacit permission to mess around. We did, and it was great, but I felt guilty afterwards.”

“So he knows about you and Bree?”

“And my other girlfriends. That’s why his family hates me. I jokingly made a slightly risqué comment about a girlfriend at a family get together. Darryl’s mom picked up on it and started grilling me. I got mad and told her that I’d slept with several women and loved it. She called me a sodomite and told me I need to repent. Then she threw me out of her house.”

“She made a point of calling me the next day to tell me I’m not welcome in her house until I make a proper penance in accordance with her beliefs.”

“What was really upsetting was Darryl pretending he didn’t know about that part of my past. I was seeing a girl when we met, and I’d told him about her.”

“That all happened before we were living together. I didn’t hear from him for several days, but then he called. We talked and he apologized for letting his family treat me like that. He told me he’d come to terms with that part of my sexuality. Now he’s walking a tightrope between me and his family.”

By then we’d finished the dishes and were settling onto the sofa. Karen had opened a bottle of wine and poured us each a glass. We sat cuddled together on the end of the sofa, talking and sipping our wine.

We talked for a while longer about her and Darryl and what else was going on in her life. Then she asked me about Clarice and Patty and what was going on in my life. We talk a lot, so she knew most of what I’d been doing that semester. The only thing I hadn’t told her about was the Fellowship, for obvious reasons.

Karen finished her wine and set her glass down. I set mine down too and pulled her into my lap. She put her arms around me, and then we kissed. Karen is very much a romantic when it comes to sex. If she’s really horny, she’ll get down and dirty fast, but she usually prefers a long, slow build up.

This time, we were going to take it slow. We spent a long time kissing and running our hands over each other’s bodies. Karen likes to be held tightly and I like skin contact, so I unzipped her top and slid it off her before I hugged her body to mine with one arm. I trailed my fingertips over her arm, feeling goose bumps break out under my touch.

Karen stopped me long enough to pull my shirt off over my head. As we resumed kissing, she was combing her fingers through the hair on my chest and tickling my stomach. She stopped again to say, “Your workouts are paying off. You should go around shirtless so Mom and I can have some eye candy.”

I could feel myself blush, but I was proud that she’d noticed. Instead of kissing me, Karen leaned down and kissed my nipples. I leaned back and focused on the sensation of her warm, wet tongue circling my areola. As she sucked gently on my tiny bud, I felt a definite twitch in my cock.

Karen had turned so that she was facing me. Now she shifted so she was straddling my lap. She ran her fingers over my stomach, causing me to involuntarily tighten my abs and suck in a breath.

As she ran her hands over my body, I undid the clasp on her lacy, purple bra and helped her out of it. After taking a moment to admire the beautiful shape of her breasts and her flawless skin, I cupped them in my hands, gently lifting and squeezing them.

While I played with her tits, Karen reached down into the waistband of my sweatpants, pushing down my briefs to find my cock. I was only half hard at that point, but as soon as I felt her fingers wrap themselves around me, my cock turned to stone.

Karen gave my shaft a few awkward strokes before she stood up and grabbed my pants. I lifted my butt, and just that quickly my briefs and sweatpants were on the floor.

While she was standing, Karen slid out of her own pants and panties, leaving her in just a pair of purple knee socks. She started to take the socks off, but I stopped her saying, “They make your legs look really hot.

Looking at each other’s naked bodies there in our mom’s living room, Karen said, “I still remember the first time we made love in here. I’m sure that’s when Mom found out about us.”

It had been one afternoon while Mom was at work, and we’d thought she wouldn’t be home for a couple of hours. We still felt like little kids trying to put one over on our mother, so even though we thought we had time that day, our love making was fast and furious. We thought we’d finished long before Mom was due back, but she walked in just a couple of minutes after we were done. We told ourselves we’d gotten away with it, but you can see through to the living room from the back door, so we had a nagging suspicion Mom had seen us.

I stood and helped Karen lay down on the sofa and then I cuddled in next to her. We resumed our kissing as we both began teasing and caressing each other’s most private places.

Karen had her leg over the back of the sofa, leaving her pussy wide open. I brushed my fingers over her outer lips and the crease of her thighs before I reached between her legs and tickled her ass. Karen gasped, but then she wiggled her ass back against my exploring fingers. I continued to trace all the places I knew would get her on edge and begging me to fuck her.

Meanwhile, Karen was lightly stroking my cock and balls. Her hands were keeping me hard, but I was in no danger of cumming any time soon.

I slid down so I could suck on her tits. Her nipples grow to almost an inch long when she’s excited, and I love how they feel in my mouth and how they taste. Karen complains that bras make her tits sweat, but I enjoyed the salty flavor as I licked her pale, white skin.

While I sucked on her tits, I was running my fingers between her inner and outer lips. When Karen is aroused, her inner lips extend and fold out like one of those jack-in-the-pulpit flowers. While her pussy lips are small and delicate, her clit stands up nearly as big as her nipples. I was picturing just what she looked like in my mind as I kissed her and used my fingers to relearn her body.

Karen also has a strong, clean scent when she’s aroused that never fails to make my cock throb. When her scent reached my nose, I had to taste her. I slid further down her body until I was kneeling on the floor.

She blushed and smiled when I looked up and said, “I still think you have the most beautiful pussy in the world.”

I looked at it for a moment longer, breathing her scent deep into my lungs, before I reached out my tongue and ran it around her soft petals. As I did, a drop of clear fluid collected at the bottom of her slit. I lapped that up with my tongue, then went back to tracing her folds.

Karen and Bree had showed me how to make a girl “ride the wave” as they called it. They taught me how to tell when a girl was starting to orgasm, and they taught me how to ease up a little so she has a good cum but doesn’t cum so hard that she’s hypersensitive afterwards. That way, they explained, you can keep eating her to multiple orgasms.

I was able to eat Karen for a long time, bringing her to more orgasms than I could count. Bree once complained that Karen had an insatiable appetite for having her pussy licked. Each time she approached her orgasm I could hear her breathing accelerate faster and faster, and she made little squealing noises as she exhaled.

As she went over the top, she would pull her legs up and her toes would curl and press against my shoulders while the rest of her body arched off the sofa and went rigid. Then she would relax and let herself down until the next one hit. I always thought Karen had the cutest orgasms. She punched me in the shoulder when I told her that once.

My tongue was getting tired, so the next time Karen started to cum, I sucked and licked her clit furiously while I shoved two fingers into her cunt and rubbed her g-spot. That time, her whole body arched off the sofa, supported only by her head and shoulders and her feet.

I grabbed her hips and held her cunt tight against my face while I mercilessly licked and sucked her most sensitive spots. She fought to get free, but I wouldn’t let her go. Finally, when she sounded near tears, I dropped her ass onto the sofa.

Karen started to take a breath like she was settling down to relax, but before she could I plunged my cock into her dripping cunt. I pounded into her until she was gasping before I held my cock deep inside her and laid on top of her so I could give her a kiss.

I could feel Karen’s cunt muscles convulsing around my cock, trying to adjust to the invasion by my manhood while aftershocks from her powerful orgasm were still rippling through her body. Karen’s eyes were glazed, and she looked like she was drunk.

I whispered in her ear, “If I pound your cunt hard, will you cum for me?”

Karen whimpered, “Not sure I can take it.”

“Well, you’re going to find out.”

I went back to fucking her, slamming my hips forward to drive my cock into her. We were both sweating and breathing hard, and I could smell Karen’s aroused pussy. Karen was chanting softly, “Yes, fuck, hard,” over and over again, punctuated by the squishing of her sopping cunt and the slap as we came together.

I didn’t last too long. As I felt the first tingle in my balls, I started telling Karen, “I’m going to shoot my cum in your cunt. I’m going to fill your tight fuck hole. I’m going to flood you with my jizz.”

I was the first guy Karen had made love to without a condom, so ever since then it’s been a big turn on for both of us when I cum inside her.

As I lost the ability to speak and started making primal grunts, Karen picked up the chant, “Cum in me. Fill me with your jizz. Dump your load in my cunt.”

I felt her squeezing me with her cunt muscles as my balls clenched and unloaded. I continued to thrust, but it was just involuntary jerking of my hips. Karen wrapped her feet around me to keep me from pulling completely out as I felt the sticky warmth of my cum coating my cock and her cunt.

Karen pulled me to her as I caught my breath. While we were laying there, I whispered in her ear, “I fucked Mom’s ass today.”

Karen pushed me up and looked into my eyes as she asked, “Really? How’d you get her to do that?”

“She asked. I told her that I like having my ass fucked, and Clarice enjoys it when I do it to her. She thought about it and decided to try it.”

“Did she like it?”

“We did it twice.”

I told Karen about how I found Mom when I woke from my nap.

Karen said, “Well, I still need more convincing before I’ll try it.”

I smiled and said, “I can be very convincing.”

Then I pulled my cock out of Karen’s cunt and dangle it over her face saying, “How about a little cleanup?”

Karen took her time sucking our combined juices off my cock. I think she was trying to see if my little friend wanted to play again right away. When he failed to respond, she let him out of her mouth with a plop and started to stand up.

I pushed her back down and said, “I think you need some cleanup too.”

As I licked up the first gob of cum dripping down towards her ass, Karen gasped, “Oh my!”

I spent a few minutes cleaning her up and eating her to a mini orgasm before I stood and helped her to her feet.

She looked like she was heading for bed when I reminded her, “We have a few things to do to get ready for Santa’s visit.”

I went to my room and dug out the presents I’d brought. Clarice and Patty had helped me wrap them, so I just had to put them under the tree.

Karen had wrapped all but one of the presents she’d bought. Since Mom was trying to get back in shape, she wanted a bike or a treadmill. Karen and I had looked at treadmills and other indoor exercise equipment, but everything that was decent quality was priced beyond what a grad student and a college student could afford. We’d settled for a decent bike that she could ride when the weather turned nicer, but now I had to assemble it.

As I worked, Karen asked me more about having anal sex with Mom. I ended up pulling out my phone and played the video I’d shown Mom. I also showed her the video I’d taken of Clarice and me on our weekend away.

“None of you look uncomfortable with a cock up your ass. By the way, Clarice is totally hot. What’s she doing with you?”

I threw a washer at her and said, “Not every girl can land a nerdy accountant.”

Karen’s boyfriend, Darryl, was in fact a really smart guy with degrees in finance and computer science. He worked as a financial applications developer for a big bank. I’d asked him once if he was like an accountant and he got offended.

Karen smiled and said, “She’s lucky to have you. After all, I trained you to be a prize catch.”

“Yes, you did. Thanks to you, I can sleep with any girl I want, any time I want.”

Karen threw the washer back saying, “Pig.”

I caught the washer and said, “No, just a guy.”

“By the way, I told Clarice about sleeping with you and Mom. She’s cool with it. She even asked if I planned to sleep with you this week.”

“Most people freak out over incest. Why is she okay with it?”

As I worked and Karen watched, I told her about what happened with the O’Briens over Thanksgiving break, “Clarice though it was really beautiful.”

About then, I put the last nut and washer on the last bolt. As I finished tightening them, I said, “Done.”

While I put the tools away, Karen tied a big bow around the bike and rolled it into a corner where Mom wouldn’t see it unless she turned on all the lights.

Karen turned off all the lights except the Christmas tree. We stood together with our arms wrapped around each other, looking at the tree. I was thinking of past Christmases when Dad was alive. When I turned to Karen, she had tears in her eyes. I guessed that she was thinking the same thoughts I was when she said, “I miss him.”

I hugged her tight to my chest and she had a little cry. Then she pushed away from me, and as she dried her eyes she asked, “Where are we sleeping tonight?”

Before I could think of an answer, Karen said, “Let’s sleep in Mom’s bed!”

I started to ask why, but she cut me off again saying, “I don’t want to sleep alone, I don’t think you do either, and it’s time Mom found out you know about her and me.”

I couldn’t argue, especially since Karen was dragging me up the stairs by the hand.

We went through the coordinated dance of brushing our teeth and the other things we needed to take care of in the bathroom like we’d never left home. We both finished at the same time and walked arm-in-arm to Mom’s room.

When we climbed into bed, Karen pulled me into a kiss that quickly became passionate. She told me to relax as she did everything she could think of to make my cock feel like it had died and gone to heaven. When she finally straddled me and took me inside, I was completely relaxed and hypersensitive at the same time.

Karen rode me slowly, kissing me and whispering words of love. I ran my hands through her hair and over her body as I whispered my own love back to her.

I saw Karen bite her lip and squeeze her eyes shut, and at the same time the feeling of her cunt around my cock changed. She became tighter, hotter and wetter. Within seconds, I had a long, lingering orgasm. As I whispered, “Oh god, I’m cumming,” Karen’s body twitched, and she fell on my chest, gasping.

I continued to kiss and caress her until she rolled off me and nudged me to the middle of the bed with her hip. Then she pulled me around her like I was a blanket, and we went to sleep.

Chapter 31: Incest – Ian, Karen and Mom in bed together

I’m not sure how long we slept before Mom woke us up by turning on the overhead light. I don’t think she realized we were in her bed. When she saw us peeking bleary eyed from under the covers, she said, “What’s this? Have I been kicked out of my own bed?”

Karen gave her a sleepy smile and said, “No way. We were waiting here so we could start showing you some Christmas cheer right away.”

Mom raised an eyebrow and asked, “Does that mean you’ve told Ian about us?”

Karen laughed and said, “Mom, you know Ian and I talk about everything. I told him about us as soon as it happened.”

Mom looked at me and said, “So why didn’t you say anything to me?”

“What’s there to say? I think it’s cool, and I figured you’d bring it up if you thought we needed to discuss it.”

Mom shook her head and said, “Well, if I’m going to sleep with you two, I need a shower. I got sweaty running up and down the stairs hauling presents and decorations.”

As Mom started to undress, Karen jumped out of bed and went to her. Karen gave her a kiss and said, “You don’t smell funky. You smell sexy. Just come to bed.”

I climbed out of bed and joined them, voicing my agreement with Karen’s assessment. Mom looked a little embarrassed as Karen and I helped her out of her clothes, pausing to sniff and lick her armpits and her crotch as they became exposed.

Karen pulled Mom’s sweater over her head as I worked on removing her jeans. Karen started to unhook Mom’s bra when I noticed that she had on a lacy red bra and matching panties. As I pushed her jeans down, I saw that she was also wearing red, Christmas themed knee socks. I told Karen not to take off the bra.

Karen and Mom looked at me funny, but I said, “You look like a lingerie model. I want to get a picture.”

Karen stepped back to look. Mom was standing in her knee socks, bra and panties and she did look hot. Karen said, “Wow,” as I grabbed my phone and took a picture.

I told Karen to pose with Mom, but she said, “Wait,” and ran out of the room.

She came back a few seconds later with the bra she’d been wearing and her panties, which I hadn’t noticed when she took them off. They were a matching purple set, like what Mom was wearing. Karen was still wearing her knee socks, and when she put on the bra and panties, she looked like Mom’s sister. Then she and Mom had to fuss with each other’s hair. When they were satisfied, Karen posed for a couple of pictures with Mom, then I took some of each of them by themselves.

As I turned to put my phone down, Karen tackled Mom onto the bed and landed on top of her. I could only stand and watch as they embraced each other tightly and kissed like lovers who’d been apart for months.

Karen rolled off Mom so she could run her hands over Mom’s body. I watched her lay her hand on Mom’s waist and slowly trail it across her stomach, causing Mom to suck in her stomach sharply.

As Karen’s hand continued down to the junction of Mom’s thighs, Mom arched her back and parted her legs. Karen tickled the inside of her thighs before roughly cupping her mound, grinding the heel of her hand into Mom’s clit.

Mom gasped and tried to hump Karen’s hand. Karen kept pressing and grinding her hand into Mom’s cunt until Mom shuddered with a small orgasm.

Karen took her hand off Mom’s mound so she could reach behind her to unhook her bra. As Mom’s tits slipped free of the lacy cups, Karen captured a nipple between her teeth and bit down.

Mom moaned again and held Karen’s head to her tit saying, “Yes baby, make Mommy’s tits feel good.”

Karen slid her hand into Mom’s panties, and I could see her running one finger up and down her slit. Very quickly Mom began thrusting her hips at Karen’s finger, trying to impale herself on the probing digit. Karen teased her pussy opening but refused to give her the finger fucking she obviously wanted.

Karen finally decided to let me in on the action. She pulled her hand out of Mom’s panties and motioned for me to get between Mom’s legs. As I settled in with my face inches from Mom’s pussy, Karen pulled Mom’s panties aside and said, “Tongue fuck your mommy. Make her cum.”

I didn’t need any more encouragement. I dove in and was happy to find Mom’s cunt completely coated in her sticky juices. I sucked and licked every drop that I could find before I settled in to run my tongue through her slit and to suck on her pussy lips.

Karen had gone back to kissing Mom while she pinched and twisted her nipples mercilessly. I heard Mom moan into Karen’s mouth as she spread her legs at an impossible angle and humped her clit against my face.

I teased Mom by licking everywhere except directly on her clit, spending a lot of time circling my tongue between her inner and outer lips. I knew she’d feel her lips tugging against her clit enough to make it tingle but not enough for fireworks. Every time I licked the top of her hood, she bucked her hips and groaned.

Karen and I heard the change in her at the same time. Mom started taking short, panting breaths. Every time she exhaled, she let out a whining, “Oh, oh, oh,” which soon changed to “Please, please, please.”

Karen had been kissing Mom’s neck and ears. She latched onto one of Mom’s nipples and began sucking furiously. When I saw that, I made a long swipe up Mom’s slit with my tongue and sucked her clit deep into my mouth.

It was only a few moments before Karen’s and my coordinated attack had Mom howling. Her ass was bouncing all over the bed as I fought to keep my mouth locked onto her pussy. Mom shrieked out her orgasm while we kept licking and sucking her, until she finally begged us to stop.

Mom lay panting in the middle of the bed, so Karen and I laid down on either side of her and held her in our arms between us. As Mom’s breathing returned to normal, we could see her eyes close, and she went right to sleep. I got up to shut off the light, then I threw the covers back onto the bed and climbed back in to cuddle with them as we drifted off to sleep.

Chapter 32: Incest – Karen’s first time anal

In the morning, I woke up first because I had to use the bathroom. When I was done, I decided I wasn’t sleepy anymore, and I figured this morning might be the only time Mom and Karen might be able to have some time alone together. Instead of climbing back into bed, I went downstairs.

I decided to get breakfast started, figuring Mom and Karen were going to work up an appetite when they finally woke up. After starting a pot of coffee, I mixed up a batch of blueberry muffins and put them in to bake, then I fried up a pound of bacon.

Mom and Karen love omelets, so I mixed up the eggs and chopped up their favorite fillings. Ham, cheese and green peppers for Karen; peppers, fried onions and mushrooms for Mom. I chopped up extras of everything since I like what Mom calls a “garbage omelet.”

When I had everything ready and the bacon and muffins were in the oven keeping warm, I reset the thermostat from Mom’s normal sixty-eight degrees to seventy-four, figuring that we might not be wearing a lot of clothes that day. Then I checked my phone, feeling guilty because I hadn’t looked at it since I got home.

I looked at Instagram and found a non-traditional Christmas photo of the O’Brien family that Patty had posted. Patty and Teri were wearing sexy elf outfits. They had on a red satin bra and panty sets trimmed in white fur, with matching red elf hats and red stocking and garter belt sets. The bras were half cup style, and the panties were crotchless.

Mark and Drew had on white bikini briefs that had a sleeve on the front for their cocks. They were both rock hard, and I could see a wet spot at the tip of Mark’s cock. The sleeves looked like huge red and white candy canes.

I found another Instagram from Suzanne that showed her wearing a red bustier trimmed in white fur with red stockings and come-fuck-me black heels. She was holding her nipple to her mouth and her tongue was touching a puddle of cum that was coating it. The caption said, “Tim thought you’d like this.”

Checking my texts, I found Christmas greetings from a lot of friends from school. I sent quick replies to them before I opened the one from Clarice.

Clarice’s had texted me a picture that showed her standing in what I assumed was her bedroom at home. She was wearing an outfit almost identical to the ones Patty and Teri had on in their picture, but hers was green. I suspected they’d paid a visit to Angels and Devils for some holiday shopping. One other thing that was different was where her nipples were showing over the top, I could see she had tiny Christmas ornaments dangling off silver clips.

Clarice had her hair brushed out in gorgeous waves the way I like it. She was wearing her black stiletto heels and striking a pose that would have made a lingerie model proud.

The text said, “Merry Christmas. Cheri took the picture. Thought you’d like a preview of one of your presents.”

Then there was another text from her that said, “The small gift bag I sent with you is a gift for your mom and Karen. If you open it, you’ll know what to do with it. See you on Sunday. Love, Clarice.”

I went and got the bag she had mentioned. When I opened it, I found what looked like another pair of bikini briefs for me. I decided to put them on right after I showered.

Teri texted me a picture of her lying on her back on a fur rug wearing a black corset and thigh high stockings. She was laying with her arms up by her head, and one knee crossed over the other. Her hair was laid out like a golden halo around her head, and she was looking straight into a camera that must have been directly above her. The text said, “There’s a surprise in this picture that I think you’re going to like.”

From the way the picture was staged, and the way Teri was dressed and made up it looked like she’d had it taken at one of those glamour shot studios. The only thing visible in the picture other than her was the rug she was laying on. I didn’t recognize it, and it looked like a prop one of those studios might use. I looked at it for a few minutes, trying to figure out what the surprise could be before I put down my phone and went to take a shower.

When I finished my showers, I pulled on the briefs Clarice had sent. That’s when I discovered they were like the ones Mark and Drew had on in their picture, except this one was a red, white and green candy cane. I had to stroke my cock to get it semi-hard so I could slide it into the sleeve. I was surprised to find that the feeling of the sleeve squeezing my cock was enough to keep me in my semi-erect state.

As I left the bathroom, I could hear muted noises coming from Mom’s room, so I glanced in on my way by. Mom was kneeling with her ass towards me, and Karen was lying on her back with her legs in the air. I could see Mom squeezing Karen’s ass cheeks as she ate her pussy.

I went downstairs and waited until I heard them heading to the bathroom. Then I hollered up the stairs, “Breakfast in ten minutes,” and started the omelets.

Mom and Karen came down as I was pouring the eggs for my omelet into the pan. As they helped themselves to cups of coffee, I saw that they were still wearing their knee socks. Mom looked at my briefs and said, “Can we have a candy cane for dessert?”

They each stopped to give me a quick kiss and to say thank you for fixing breakfast before they sat down to eat. Karen also gave my candy cane a kiss and a nibble, and Mom followed suit.

After breakfast, we opened our presents. Mom gave me some clothes and an antique drafting set. I thought it was a really cool gift. We’d seen some antique drafting tools at a flea market she dragged me to once, and I’d bought a set of brass dividers because that’s all I could afford. Karen got clothes and a book about how to find a job after grad school from Mom.

Karen gave me more clothes and a book about the construction of the original World Trade Towers. She gave Mom clothes and a book by a female comedian about being a middle-aged single woman.

I handed two small gifts that I had brought to Mom and Karen and told them to open them at the same time. Clarice had helped me pick out nipple shields for them. I got Mom a set that looked like Celtic knots, because she likes that design, and I got Karen a set of butterflies because that was her theme growing up.

Mom didn’t know what they were, but Karen explained them to her and helped her put them on. Then she put her own on. Mom said, “It might be a little awkward to explain why my son would give me a gift like that.”

I said, “Then I’ve accomplished my purpose.”

I also gave each of them sweaters that Clarice and Patty helped me pick out.

When we finished, Mom said “Karen wants you to fuck her in the ass.”

Karen blushed and said, “Mom!”

“Well, that’s what you said, isn’t it?”

“You didn’t have to put it so bluntly. You make it sound dirty.”

“The fact that it sounds dirty is half the thrill for me.”

I cut off the debate saying, “It’s almost 10:00 now We need to leave by noon to get to Aunt Jessie’s. Do you want to do this now, or tonight.”

Mom said, “We probably won’t be home until late. Are you ready to try, Karen?”

Karen looked back and forth at us with a nervous expression on her face before she took a deep breath and said, “I suppose now is as good a time as any.”

I stood up and held out my hand to Karen. When she took it, I pulled her into an embrace and said, “I’ll do everything I can to make this a wonderful experience for you.”

I held her tight and kissed her for a few minutes before turning to lead her up the stairs.

Mom followed us, and as I turned to go into her room she said, “Let me take Karen to the bathroom first.”

I smiled at her realizing that what she was suggesting made sense. As Mom led Karen into the bathroom, I retrieved my cleaning bulb and gave it to her. Mom took it and closed the door saying, “We’ll be out soon.”

As the bathroom door opened a few minutes later, I heard Karen say, “It felt a little strange, but I kind of liked it.”

When they came into the bedroom, I directed Karen to lay down on the bed. Mom picked up the massage oil I’d set out and said, “Let me do this part.”

Mom had brought a big towel that she laid on the bed, then she had Karen lie on it on her back. She knelt next to her and started massaging her hands and arms, working from her fingers to her shoulders, massaging all the muscles as she went. Karen had a peaceful smile the whole time.

As Mom switched to the other arm, I pulled the drapes, dimmed the lights, lit some aromatherapy candles and turned on some relaxing music.

By then, Mom was working on her legs. Mom massaged right up to the point where her fingers were within a hair of her pussy lips, but she never touched them.

When she had done both legs, Mom moved to her chest. She worked her shoulders and the top of her chest, but again she avoided touching any part of her breasts that might have aroused her. Bypassing her breasts, Mom massaged her stomach, working down to within a fraction of an inch of the top of her slit.

Mom stopped then and oiled up her hands again, making sure the oil was warm. Then she started massaging her tits. She started by rubbing the top slopes of her breasts, gradually sliding her hands around to the more sensitive underside. As she became flushed and her breathing deepened, Mom moved closer and closer to her nipples. When she finally pinched her nipples between her oily fingers, Karen let out a contented sigh.

Mom massaged her tits until we could both see visible signs of moisture in her pussy. Then, while she continued to massage her tits with one hand, Mom reached down and began rubbing her mound with her other hand.

Karen was completely relaxed at this point, so the only part of her that reacted was her pussy. She began slowly rotating her hips in time to Mom’s strokes. Her breathing was deep and steady until suddenly her hips froze, and her breath caught. A small shiver went through her body and then she settled back down to the small hip rotations.

Mom took her hands off Karen, causing her to open her eyes and look up with a disappointed expression. Mom told her to turn over. When she’d settled comfortably on her stomach, Mom started over with her arms again.

By the time Mom had massaged her whole body, Karen was very relaxed and looked like she was on the verge of sleep. I could tell she was awake when Mom, who’d been massaging her ass cheeks, slid her hand between her legs and dug a finger into her pussy.

Mom used her index and middle finger to rub her clit and finger her slit. At the same time, she was rubbing the thumb of her other hand between her ass cheeks, lightly brushing her asshole as she did. Mom continued this until she had a series of orgasms, each one more powerful than the last.

When Karen let out a yelp and her whole body shivered, Mom stopped and had her lay on some pillows to raise her hips off the bed. Then she went back to massaging her ass with both hands.

This time, she gradually spread her ass until she was holding her cheeks apart with her pucker completely exposed. It was a little surprising when, without any prompting, Karen spread her legs to help expose her asshole.

Mom held her ass cheeks apart with one hand and went back to stroking her pussy and ass again. This time, she grazed her pussy and spent a lot of time playing with her hole. As Karen began meeting her strokes with her ass, Mom motioned for me to get the lube.

I squirted some lube on Mom’s fingers, and she used it to paint Karen’s ass ring. At the same time she said, “Suck your brother’s cock baby.”

After removing my briefs, I positioned myself in front of Karen and she began lazily sucking and licking my cock. I was already hard, but her mouth felt great wrapped around my cock head.

Mom began pressing her finger into Karen’s asshole. She let out a pained groan and Mom let up the pressure but continued to gently rub and probe until her finger slipped inside without any sign of discomfort. I was surprised, because when her finger slipped in, it went in to the second knuckle without stopping.

Mom slowly fucked her finger in and out of Karen’s ass, and at first, I don’t think she even knew what was happening. Then she stopped sucking my cock and said, “Oh, oh my, I like that.”

Mom continued that until she had one finger buried completely in her ass. Then she worked in a second finger, and when those two fingers went in up to the second knuckle, she added a third. Karen was breathing deeply through her nose, but otherwise she appeared completely relaxed.

Mom slowly forced her fingers completely into her ass. When she was in as far as she could go, she asked her how it felt. Karen answered, “It’s not like anything I’ve ever felt before, but I think I like it.”

“Are you ready for a real cock now?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be.”

Karen had been holding my cock and stroking it. She let go and looked up at me with a look of nervous expectation. I leaned down and kissed her as I repeated, “I’ll do everything I can to make this a wonderful experience for you.”

Mom said, “We talked about positions. Karen wants to be on her stomach, the same way you fucked my ass the first time.”

I lubed my cock as Mom continued to gently finger Karen’s ass. When Mom pulled her fingers out, I leaned down and kissed Karen’s ass cheeks. I spent some time licking and nibbling her skin until I was running my tongue through her crack and swirling it around in her hole. I wasn’t too fond of the taste of the lube, but I knew Karen would like the feel of a tongue in her ass.

When I finally placed the head of my cock at her opening, Karen said, “I can’t wait to feel this. Please put your cock in me.”

I obliged by applying firm pressure. My cock slipped into slowly, gliding ever so slowly past the resistance of her tight hole. I could feel my cock head squeezing through her ring, but the movement was barely perceptible. Karen was breathing in short, panting breaths, but her body felt relaxed, and she didn’t ask me to stop. Then my head popped past her outer ring and was almost instantly through her inner ring.

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I could tell that Karen felt that a lot, so I held myself still so she could adjust. After a couple of seconds she said, “Is that all? Where’s the rest?”

Mom and I both laughed as I started pushing the rest of my cock into her. When I felt her firm ass cheeks against my hips, I said, “That’s all there is. Is that enough?”

Karen wiggled her hips and said in a smart assed tone of voice, “I guess it’ll have to do.” Then she added, “I feel full, but I like it. Fuck me now, please.”

I leaned down to kiss the back of her neck before I started to slowly withdraw my cock. I pulled almost completely out, and Karen said, “God, I feel so empty now.”

As I slid back in, Karen lifted her hips and pushed back to meet me. By the third stroke, we were working together to fuck each other. By the tenth stroke, Karen was slamming her ass onto my cock.

As Karen rose up off the pillows, Mom pulled them out of the way and tried to slide under Karen. I stood and straddled her ass and she spread her legs wide to give Mom enough room to get her head between her legs and lock her mouth onto her pussy. When her tongue touched Karen’s clit, Karen let out a stream of every word she could think of begging Mom and me to make her cum.

I don’t know how Mom was able to get her mouth on Karen’s cunt. I finally had to hold her hips steady so I could pound my cock into her ass. She was begging me to slam into her while Mom lapped away at her cunt. She came once, squeezing my cock in a vise-like grip. I started to slow down after that, but she slammed her ass against me again. She had three orgasms before I finally felt my balls let go into her bowels.

Karen was a sweaty, limp mess on the bed when Mom and I flopped down next to her. She gave us both big kisses and said, “Let’s do that again soon!”

By then we just had time to shower and dress before we had to leave for my aunt’s house. All three of Mom’s sisters and her parents were going to be there, along with my ten cousins. It was a family tradition. Dad had been an only child, and his parents were both dead, so we didn’t have any close relatives on that side of the family.

We got back home around midnight and went right to bed. We were tired, so we all just climbed into Mom’s bed and went to sleep.

In the morning, Mom woke Karen and me by going down on each of us. Then she let Karen eat her pussy while I licked her ass. After that she said, we had work to do if we were having guests, so she made us get up and shower. She did agree to let us stay naked until we had to leave for the train station to pick up Clarice and Darryl.