“Okay, Ty and I have talked and we agreed on this,” I said. “You can be in the room and watch us, you can even undress and pleasure yourself while you watch us. But we are not ready for you to start joining in. Maybe down the road, but as of right now, we’re not at that level of comfortable yet.”
Mom nodded. “That’s more than I could have asked for.”
I was into the idea of fucking Mom. But once that line was crossed there was no going back, no way to undo it. So Ty and I had to be 100% ready, comfortable and sure before so much as touching our mother.
I pulled off my top while Ty unbuttoned his pants, and Mom just ripped off her clothes. She was not wasting time.
“Hot body, Mom,” Ty commented.
I smacked him upside the head
“Ow, what was that for?”
“I’m the only girl you get to compliment.”
“Oh, you’re in trouble,” Mom said. Followed by “Teach him a lesson, Sky.”
I thought my entire body was going to explode because of how hot that one comment made me. Ty and I quickly finished taking off our clothes.
“How do you want us, Mom?” I asked.
“Exactly like the video.”
“Okay, get on the bed for the best view,” Ty said.
“Really?” Mom asked a little too eager.
“Yeah, unless you want fuck yourself on the floor,” I said.
“Can we film this?” Mom asked.
“Fine, but hurry up or we’re starting without you,” I said. My body was on fire and I desperately needed my brother’s cock inside me.
Mom raced out of the room and returned within seconds with the same camera Ty and I had used to film our first sex tape for Mom last year. She set it up as Ty climbed onto the bed and spread his legs so I could mount him. I got on the bed too and hovered my body over his, struggling to deny my pussy’s desperation as it was only an inch away from the dick that always gave it so much pleasure.
“You’re killing us Mom,” Ty shouted.
“Yeah, hurry up, I can’t wait any longer,” I said.
“Sorry,” Mom squeaked as she quickly climbed onto the foot of the bed. She spread her legs and reached down looking our way. “Okay go,” she said.
At once, Ty’s pleasure stick slid into me with ease, causing me to let out a soft, long moan. My mom started rubbing her fun zone as I went straight to roughly riding my brother. We never took things slow anymore, not since our fourth or fifth time fucking.
Ty started grunting as my moans got louder and my body gave everything it had. And we could hear Mom’s moans mixing in with ours. We couldn’t see her, but I was very excited to watch the video afterwards and see everything Mom was doing.
Not even a few minutes later, Mom’s moans turned into shrieks and gasps for air, and then my body began to shake as my insides screamed for release. Ty had already finished inside me a few times, and now it was my turn. I moved faster, gripping the sheets tightly, and my breathing became so heavy that I barely got any air. I started to squeal as my body felt ready to burst. And then I finished with a satisfying scream. We finished with a hot kiss.
“That was amazing,” mom said. For a second I had forgotten she was there.
“Yeah, it was,” Ty agreed.
“I can’t wait till next Mother’s Day,” Mom added.
“Actually Mom, I think I speak for both of us when I saw you can watch us anytime you want,” I said.
“Definitely,” Ty agreed.
“And maybe for your next Mother’s Day, you can fuck us too,” I said. “If that’s okay with you, Ty?”
“That is 100 percent okay with me.”
I couldn’t stop watching the video.
I was addicted to watching my mother masturbate to me and Ty going at it like wild animals.
It was like a drug. Watching it was never enough. I craved more and more every time the video ended. One week after Mother’s Day I was watching it several times a day. Sometimes with Ty, other times with Mom, and once in a while with both, but mostly on my own.
I couldn’t focus at work. I was in a constant state of arousal. And I couldn’t be in the same room as my mother without being instantly turned on for no reason. That woman could be wearing a snowsuit and I would still be undressing her in my mind.
What I felt for my brother was love, and what I felt for my mother was lust. That was the difference. I wanted to marry my brother, and I just wanted to fuck my mother. At first, I didn’t allow myself to have these thoughts about my mother, but I couldn’t keep them away.
I had only resisted my brother for seven years because I moved very far away. But now I was living with him and only three blocks from my mother. I had to give in and accept the reality that I was born to crave incest. Otherwise, I would go insane.
But I had a few questions. If I was an incest baby, in love with my twin brother and turned on by my mother, why wasn’t I interested in my other siblings? Why did I never feel anything sexual toward my father when he was alive? Before Mom came into the picture, I would have assumed it was just a twin thing in our family, since Mom and Dad were also twins. But then Ty and I made that video for Mom. That’s when the thoughts for her really started.
And how, out of seven children, were only two of us incestuous? What about the other four adult children? Ross was married to someone outside our family, and as far as I knew, the other three weren’t in relationships. Were they having these sexual feelings for us or each other, but were still in the family closet? And how would being the children of an incest baby affect my niece and nephew in the future?
Sitting in bed, my soaked panties on the floor, I closed the media player on my laptop and opened the folder containing a bunch of family pictures. I scrolled through them slowly, pulling up various ones and examining them closely.
I was searching for any sign, no matter how small, that Ty and I weren’t the only second-generation incest freaks. But I quickly noted that even in pictures of Ty and me there weren’t signs.
We had been so careful. Except for one picture. We were on the couch at our family’s cabin right after graduation, and we were sitting too close. But it was slight, and you wouldn’t notice if you weren’t directly looking for it.
I sighed in defeat and was about to close the folder when a picture of Mom and Dad caught my eye. It was a photo of them sharing a passionate kiss. Any normal person would see this as nothing more than their parents expressing their love for each other, look at it for only a moment, and then move on.
But I was not a normal person.
Nope. Not me.
I stared at the photo for far too long, developing my latest obsession. How good a kisser was my mother? Thinking back, my father always enjoyed kissing my mother and did so every chance he got. There must have been a reason for that. And the fact that they had so many children…
Lily was only 3 when Dad died in an accident just weeks after our final trip to the cabin, and they had been talking about having another child. If Dad was still alive, now ten years later, I could only imagine how many more siblings I’d have running around.
I looked down and sighed at my aching sex, set off by just the mere thought of kissing my mother and how good of a kisser she must be. I glanced at the alarm clock next to me and groaned. Ty wouldn’t be home from work and able to take care of this for me for another hour. And we had agreed nothing would happen with our mother without getting the okay from each other first. And this wasn’t something I could just call my brother at work about.
Although… the thought of giving my brother a boner right there at work by asking him if our mother could go down on me was hot.
But no.
I turned on the video, and stuck three fingers into my pleasure hole, jabbing them in and out. My moans mixed with mine and Mom’s from the video, with Ty’s grunting joining in soon after. A few minutes into the video, my body shook with force, I let out a loud moan, and I was finished.
But once again, not satisfied.
I needed more.
This hour needed to go by so my brother could get home and fuck me.
But when Ty did come home, he wasn’t alone. Mom was with him. But unfortunately so was Lily.
As Lily rambled on and about some stupid drama you’d see in a cheesy teen movie, I stared at my mother’s lips. I sat between her and Ty. Ty noticed but said nothing, Mom grinned at me when she noticed, and thankfully, 13-year-old girls are so self-absorbed, that they don’t notice anything that isn’t about them.
Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore.
That kid had to go.
I jumped up from the couch and grabbed my wallet from my purse.
“Go makeup with your friends,” I said, tossing the wallet at her. “Go shopping, buy an ice cream, whatever you want.”
Lily looked at Mom who nodded.
Without a second thought, she raced out of my apartment.
“Oh honey,” Mom said in a teasing tone. “Feeling a little sexually frustrated?”
“Ty takes care of me just fine,” I replied, putting a proud grin on my brother’s face.
“That’s not what I said, and you did just give a 13-year-old girl unlimited access to your credit card.”
“Are you a good kisser?” I asked.
Ty burst into laughter. “Wow, there’s no subtly with you is there?” He said.
“Well, your father seemed to think so,” Mom answered. She licked her lips and asked, “Do you want to find out for yourself?”
My eyes lit up and I looked to Ty for permission.
His response was, “As long as I get a turn.”
Mom shifted closer to me and as she leaned in, my heart started pounding, and I almost chickened out and pulled away. But then my lips parted on their own. My mother’s tongue slid into my mouth and mine slipped into hers as her lips connected with mine. She tasted like cherry toothpaste.
There are no words good enough to describe how that woman kissed.
But I can tell you what it was like.
It was like giving in to your deepest craving after resisting it with every ounce of strength you have. It’s everything but never enough at the same. And my entire body felt like it was shocked with a sudden jolt of electricity.
She pulled away after a few minutes, leaving wanting more.
My head felt like it was spinning, with everything out of focus. My thoughts were scattered, and I couldn’t make sense of them. My cheeks were hot as I watched my brother have his turn, and spent those minutes wanting to be back inside her warm, cherry-tinted mouth, with that amazing tongue in mine.
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