Unspoken Desires Pt. 04 by Midnight87

Literotic asexstories – Unspoken Desires Pt. 04 by Midnight87

(Sorry this one took so long. It was taking forever to pend, and then I decided it was too short so I canceled it and added the next part to it.)

I didn’t know Mom’s reaction to the video and didn’t want to know.

On Mother’s Day, my twin brother and I filmed ourselves having sex and sent it to our mother as a gift. Neither of us dared to give the video to Mom in person, so we mailed it to her. In return, we got a text with two words. Thank you.

And for an entire year, I didn’t think about it. I didn’t let myself think about it.

Our secret love was doing just fine. Mom didn’t treat us differently, and our other siblings were none the wiser. With a steady job, I had my footing in the small town I grew up in. I also occasionally made sure to mention a cute co-worker when my siblings were around. And even though this co-worker, who I called Michael, didn’t really exist, Ty still got jealous whenever I brought him up. I loved that. It made it even more funny that everything I said about Michael was based on Ty. I’m pretty sure Mom caught on, but Ty never seemed to.

Mother’s Day was coming up again, and I didn’t think there was anything I could do to top the gift Ty and I had given her the year before. Short of letting her join in or catch a live show, both of which came to mind when the stores made it known Mother’s Day was just around the corner. But it wasn’t something Ty and I had talked about.

About a week before Mother’s Day, Mom called me in the morning, asking if I could stop by the house while Lily (my kid-sister) was at school. She wanted me to help her clean out the garage for a yard sale. It was cluttered with old bicycles, school projects, baby books, and clothes. You name it, the garage had it. I mean, Mom and Dad did have seven kids together, and all but one was grown now. In fact, my oldest brother, Ross, was married and had a daughter who was now five and a son who would be two later that summer.

7 kids. I couldn’t even imagine having that many. Ross came when they were still fairly young, college-age. Six years later came Ty and me. We were 28 now, having been 26 when we first hooked up at our family’s cabin. Andy came two years after us. Then Billy, now almost 21, and Millie came 11 months after him. Lily was the youngest, having just turned 13 and she was definitely acting like a typical teenager.

But I’m surprised there are only 7 of us, knowing now how much Mom loves Twincest. It was still hard to believe Mom and Dad were twins because they didn’t look anything alike. Then again, Ty and I weren’t identical twins, either. While we have more similarities than Mom and Dad, if we lived in a town where no one knew us, it would be easy to think we weren’t even siblings, let alone twins. Ty was a foot taller than me, and he looked more like our mother, while I looked more like our father. Ironic, considering it was our father who was tall and our mother who was short, like me. But we had the same dirty-blond hair and hazel-brown eyes.

She wasn’t expecting me until noon, but it was my day off, so I figured we’d get an early start, and then I’d take her out for a late lunch. Mom always said her favourite thing in the world was spending time with her kids. So we all made sure to take her to lunch and dinner or just stop by the house.

We all had a key to her house because she wanted to ensure we always felt like it was still our home. I knocked on the door first and waited for a solid few minutes, but there was no answer. Shrugging it off, thinking she was out, I figured I would let myself in and start without her.

The only way into the garage was through the house because the garage door only opened with a switch located inside the house. Dumb design, I know. Like, how are you supposed to close the door when you leave? You’d have to back the car out, get out, go back into the house. This whole thing. Which was why Mom only used the garage for storage and kept her car parked in the driveway.

I had also brought a box of art supplies for Lily, who had a school project due, and I decided to just leave the box in her room for her. As I made my way down the hallway where an old office had been converted into a bedroom for Lily, I heard a faint noise coming from Mom’s bedroom. It was right next to Lily’s.

Realizing mom was home, I figured she must have just not heard me come in. So I dropped the box in Lily’s room and let myself into my mother’s room without knocking. It wasn’t like me to just walk into someone’s room.

Mom was on her bed, naked, with her legs spread open, giving me a view of every inch of her. She was rubbing her puss; her moaning mixing with the sex sounds coming from the video she was watching on her laptop. There wasn’t anything coming from the video that proved it was my sex tape, but after everything I had learned about my mother the previous year, it was safe to assume it was.

She didn’t see me. I froze and just watched as my mother’s hand roughly moved up, and down, and circular motions over her sex. And then I bolted.

I ran out onto the sidewalk and wheezed as I tried to catch my breath. I didn’t know how to feel or what to think. My stomach wanted to hurl, my hormones wanted to join in, and my brain couldn’t keep up. So I ended up squeezing my right boob and throwing up a few drops of vomit onto the pavement.

But I had no reason to be surprised or disgusted. I had willingly, after some convincing from Ty, made that sex tape for our mother with the intention of her watching it.

I calmed down and came to my senses. I fucked my brother almost every night, sometimes several times a night, and I knew my mother had full access to the video. There was nothing wrong here. I couldn’t have sex with my brother, videotape it, give it to my mother, and then be angry or disgusted or shocked when I caught her watching it.

And it was hot.

I didn’t want to admit it, but it was true.

I marched back into the house with confidence, opened my mother’s bedroom door and gave it a firm knock. Mom screamed, and her hand flew away from her fun spot. But when she saw it was me, she laughed at her reaction.

“Thank God! I thought you were Ross. He’s supposed to be helping us,” she said.

“I’m glad to see you’re enjoying the video. I’ll let you finish and keep a lookout for Ross or anyone else for that matter.”

“Right, is Ty coming?” She asked.

“Sorry, Mom, he’s working today.”

“Okay. I just need a minute to finish.”

“A whole minute? Damn, I thought the video was better than that,” I teased.

“It is, but I’m not 18 anymore, honey. It takes me a little longer now. But, maybe with your help, I could finish quicker.”

“I should talk to Ty about that first. He’s not just my brother that I screw, he’s my boyfriend, so it would be cheating.”

“Right, of course. Forget I mentioned it.”

“I’ll talk to him about it, and since the sex tape was his idea, I don’t think he’d object to much.”

“And I’m done,” Mom said.

“Wait, just me saying that made you finish.”

“Oh yeah. Let me get cleaned up and I’ll meet you in the garage.”

“Alright.”

So we cleaned out the garage, found a bunch of memories, and went to lunch. But I doubt anyone cares about those details, so let’s just move on.

I went home and had a few hours to think before Ty got home from work. I realized a few things. I didn’t know what including Mom would look like. Would she just watch us? Would we stand naked while she masturbated? Would one of us touch her and/or do it with her? Would it be a threesome? The second thing I realized was that I wasn’t opposed to any of these possibilities. And then I realized that I was turned on by the thought of fucking my own mother.

Now, don’t get me wrong. Ty was my boyfriend and the only one I was interested in dating. And I would never cheat. But, if Ty was open to letting Mom join in on our sexual fun, I was all for it. Of course, it wouldn’t be every time. Ty and I would have our private couple sex, too. Whatever Mom’s role in it was, it would just be fun family time, or maybe just a special occasion.

Some families played board games, others went on hikes. Perhaps yours rented movies, went on walks, or just talked. So, maybe our family’s thing was to fuck.

Ty came home, kicked off his shoes, kissed my lips and sank into the couch. He pulled me into his arms and wrapped them around me.

“How was your day?” He asked.

“Uh… It was interesting.”

“How interesting could cleaning out the garage be?” He asked with a laugh.

“I was thinking about what to do for Mom this year,” I said.

He raised an eyebrow.

“What about a live show?”

“What on earth could have possibly happened in that garage,” he asked. Not in an angry way, but in a surprised tone.

“Mom really likes our video, so I just thought it would make her day to watch us live.”

Ty laughed. “You caught Mom watching it.”

“Yeah, I did.”

“I’ve caught her a few times myself. Kind of freaked me out at first, but then I thought it was a little hot. I was wondering if you’d eventually walk in on her.”

“Did she ask you to help her finish too?”

“Yeah, but I told her I had to talk to you about it first. I never did because… well… I didn’t think there was a chance in the world you’d ever agree.”

“I said the same thing. Mom didn’t tell me she had asked you.”

“I told her not to. I know you’re a little grossed out by Mom being into us having sex. I didn’t want to ruin your relationship with her.”

“Well, that’s not a problem anymore. I’m kind of into the idea now.”

Ty smiled and kissed me again.

We had to plan this perfectly. We had to wait until after the entire family went to breakfast to celebrate Mother’s Day, so there wouldn’t be any accidental encounters or interrupting phone calls. And we also had to do something about Lily. Thankfully, being 13, she was not interested in spending the day with Mom anyway and was more than happy being given the okay to go shopping with her friends. And then we decided it would be best to do it at Ty’s and my place, that way the risk of someone coming over unannounced would be even lower.