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 Title: Sibling Revival-ry Ch.  03


Summary: Mom turns out to be more than anyone bargained for.


Keywords: inc,fic





   "Okay," Mom said, slinging her purse over her shoulder as she grabbed
her keys.  I was sitting at the kitchen table, and she bent to give me a
kiss on the cheek....  and a peek right down the front of her blouse.  I
couldn't help it ; ever since Natalie and I had discovered 'the hidden
Mom', her big tits had been on my mind constantly.

   "I'll be home in a few hours.  I'm not sure when we'll see your sister,
but if you could unload the dishwasher, I'd appreciate it." She smiled and
turned away, wiggling her rear end on the way out the door.  I watched her
car leave.

   Less than six months ago, I would have used my solitude to take care of
my typical urges, either via the Internet, or one of my DVD movies.  Now,
while the urges hadn't changed, the outlets had, with videos of my sister
being near the top of the list, and fantasies about my Mother just behind.
But while videos are great, the real thing is better.  I picked up my
phone, and texted Natalie.  Mom didn't know where she was, but I did... 
just down the street at her friends house.

   "Hey Nats," I typed, "mother hen has flown the coop.  Position available
for fox." A bit James Bond maybe, but merely asking if she wanted to fuck
since Mom was out seemed presumptive, and a bit dangerous.

   Seconds later, she responded.  A single character.  "?" I guess my code
was unbroken.  Before I could start to explain, another message arrived.

   "!  On my way!" She had obviously figured it out.

   Five minutes later, I heard the door slam.  I had moved downstairs to
the family room.

   "Down here, Nats!" I yelled.  Rapid footsteps came down the stairs, and
my sister burst into the room.

   "How long do we have?" she asked, pulling her t-shirt off over her head.
Maybe asking if she wanted to fuck wouldn't have been presumptive, after
all, as she was obviously ready, willing and able.

   "Relax Sis," I said, still flicking channels on the TV.  "Mom's going to
be a while.  We don't need to rush."

   "Cool!" she giggled, plunking down beside me on the leather couch.  Her
tits bounced, almost flying out of her bra.  She turned my chin toward her
and planted a nice wet one on me.  "It's been way too long!"

   Indeed, the better part of a month, since Dad's business trip.  We'd had
a few steamy kisses since then, several surreptitious groping sessions, and
even managed a desperate muted masturbation in each others company, in the
bathroom one morning, all of which only seemed to stoke the fires further.

   Whether we needed to rush or not, patience was in short supply, far
outweighed by unrequited desire.  Natalie remained by my side for perhaps a
minute, before throwing her leg over my lap and straddling me.  Seconds
later, her bra was flying across the room, hastily removed by my sexy
sister, so she could press her big jugs in my face.  I nuzzled her globes
softly, kissing and nibbling on her stiffening buds until they were threats
to take out an eye.  She moaned, stroking my hair and holding my head close
to her breasts.

   My hands were free to roam, caressing her ass and firm thighs, running
up her sides to tickle her ribs.  She giggled again, trying to slap my
hands away, but reluctant to move out of range of my lips, eventually just
gritting her teeth and enjoying both the tickle torture and the fire in her
nipples.  She was grinding her pussy against my bulge, the warmth radiating
out palpably.  With a final groan, she pulled my face away from her nipple,
grasping my head with both hands, and attacking my lips with her own.  A
kiss of fierce passion, it lasted minutes, not seconds, and only ended when
she needed more.  She slid off my lap, knelt between my legs, and set to
freeing my tool.

   Her mouth had been missed, the sensation of her lips sliding smoothly
around my shaft as I penetrated the sucking wetness driving me wild.  She
moaned softly, enjoying the taste and texture.  It was only a few minutes
until she felt that there was a better place for my cock.

   Natalie stood, unsnapping her shorts and sliding them down.  Her shoes
flew wildly as she kicked them off, socks tugged free next, leaving only
her tiny panties to remove.  She saved those for me, turning her back and
presenting her ass.  I skinned the stringy sides over her hips and down her
thighs.  She briefly stood and stepped one foot out, dropping into my lap
again.  Her hand gripped my shaft, guiding it into her cunt as she wiggled
her ass down, finally seating it fully inside her.  She flicked her foot,
flipping the flimsy panties high in the air, to land on the mantle, hanging
from Dad's bowling trophy.

   Her rump bounced in my lap, fucking me deep into her hot pussy.  I
cupped her bouncy boobs from behind, pinching her nipples firmly.

   "Ngahhn!  Yes!," she grunted, "HARDER!" I took care of my
responsibility, tightening my grip on her nipples, while she pounded her
cunt down on my dick with more force.  "Oh fuck, that's good!  I'm gonna
cum!" She laid back against my chest, leaned her head on my shoulder, and
ground her pussy harder, panting and grunting.  Her body shuddered, and she
frantically rubbed her clit.  I tugged and twisted her nipples...  Bingo!

   "Fuck!  YES!" she gasped, "Ooooooo my GOD!" Her ass quivered in my lap
as her thighs trembled with her orgasm.  "Oh yes, oh yes, oh...  Yes!" Her
blonde hair laid across my face as she shook in my arms, finally winding
down.  "Ooooooo boy....  Big one!  Thanks kiddo!"

   Natalie rested, still impaled, on my lap, until her breathing returned
to a more normal level, then lifted off, turned around, and saddled up
again.  Her nipples were red from my tight grip, and I sucked them gently
to soothe them.  After a few minutes of consoling, I twisted us around and
laid her on her back, starting to stroke into her pussy gently.  Nats
hooked her right leg over the back of the couch, and pulled her left out
wide, giving me maximum access.

   "Fuck me hard, little brother....  Fuck me real hard!"

   I went to town, pounding her with fierce, full length strokes, our
bodies slapping loudly together.  Natalie gave a shrill moan each time I
drove my cock home.  Maybe that's what gave us away.

   "Richard Milton Anderson!  What do you think you're doing?!" a voice
screamed from behind me.

   Oh shit!  We're dead!

   "I go out for a while, and you sneak a girl in here, and....  and... 
and have sex with her!?"

   I hadn't moved, still with my cock buried balls deep in Natalie's pussy,
my bare ass in Mom's direction.  Natalie tried desperately to disappear
into the couch cushions, blocked from view by my body.

   "I don't know who you are, young lady, but I'm sure your Mother would be
appalled by this behaviour!"

   Oh God, Mom, unless you want to get the shock of your life, and see just
how right your are about that, please just turn around, and wait for me
upstairs.  Then chew me out.

   "Get off her!" Mom screeched.

   "Mom, I'm begging you, please, just wait for me upstairs, please?  This
is my fault....  I'll take the heat, but please don't make it worse!" I
said, silently praying she'd say yes, and minimize the damage.

   "WORSE?!  YOU THINK ANYTHING COULD MAKE THIS WORSE?!" she screamed. 
"OFF!  NOW!

   I looked into Natalie's eyes, seeing the fear there, not knowing what to
do.  Tears flowed, but she nodded.

   I pushed off the couch, and rolled away.  The sudden change in mood had
made my dick wilt, and it pulled out of my sister's pussy with a pop.  As I
stood up and turned to face my Mother, I stayed between her and Natalie,
hoping I could sacrifice myself and placate my Mother's rage.

   Mom's eyes dropped involuntarily to my crotch, soaked with Natalie's
juices, and limp, but not fully deflated.  She started to say something,
but froze, her gaze locked on my cock.  She finally pulled her eyes away,
and barked at me.  "Cover yourself, young man!  You're in enough trouble!"

   She stepped forward and pushed me aside, intent on identifying my
partner.  When she saw Natalie, trying to cover herself with a throw
pillow, her eyes flew open even wider than her anger had made them.

   "NATALIE!?" She looked at me, then at her, blinking wildly, hoping she
wasn't seeing what she thought she was seeing.  "Oh my!" she gasped, her
voice trailing off as her hand came to her mouth.

   She zombie-walked away, and up the stairs, without a word.

   "Oh, we are so fucked!" Natalie hissed, finding her underwear on the
mantle.  She dressed hastily, then sat on the bottom stair, her head in her
hands.

   I dressed too, then took my sister's hand.  We went upstairs to face the
music.

   ***

   Mom was sitting in the kitchen, staring blankly out the window, as we
walked in.

   "Sit....  Both of you....  Now please," she said quietly, without
looking at us.  Her eyes remained unfocused, and gazing out at the horizon.


   "I wondered what had changed between you two." she stated, her voice
flat and emotionless.  "You were getting along too well.  This has been
going on how long?"

   I guess that depends on what you want to include under the umbrella of
'this'?  I thought.  Sex certainly.  Oral?  Touching?  Masturbation?  Nude
pictures and videos?

   "Not long," Natalie spoke up, rescuing my thoughts.  "We just got a
little carried away," she added, in a candidate for understatement of the
year.

   "Yeah," Mom snorted, finally looking at us, "I guess you did.  More than
a little.  I suppose you're both sorry, huh?  As if that makes it better."

   Natalie and I looked at each other sheepishly.

   "Okay.  It goes without saying you're both grounded for the next
decade," Mom said, a hint of a smile on the corners of her mouth.  "Please
go to your rooms....  ALONE...  and think about what you've done." She
realized that thought might not be punishment.  "I mean, think about how
wrong you were.  I have to decide whether or not to tell your Father."

   Natalie led the way up the stairs, with me right behind her.  She
stopped suddenly at the top step and turned to me.

   "One more, for the road?" she giggled, draping her arms around my neck
and kissing me gently.  Her tongue was not to be denied, pushing into my
mouth for a few final laps.  She pulled back.  "I guess this is mostly my
fault," she whispered, "I was the one that kept pushing for a bit more. 
I'm sorry."

   "Well, you didn't exactly twist my arm.  It's not your fault," I
replied, "I could have said no.  To be honest, the only thing I'm really
sorry about is that I won't get to have you anymore.  You'll be tough to
follow."

   "Yeah," she smiled, "and you never even got to do my ass!"

   "Now that's just cruel," I said, feigning an injury.  "You'd better lock
your door, or I might come remedy that situation."

   "I'm sorry...  did you say cum?" she snickered, stepping in and closing
her door.

   I went into my room, and flopped on the bed.  Shit!  Why did this have
to happen now?

   The house was dead silent.  I stewed for some time, then fell asleep.

   ***

   Mom decided not to tell Dad.  She kept everything, including our
punishment, between the three of us.  We were assigned extra chores around
the house, plus new duties to be added later at her discretion, and we got
a couple of weeks of 'cold shoulder' from her, but all in all, it was worth
it.  I meant what I said ; my sister was one dynamite fuck, and would be
the benchmark for those that followed.

   About a week after things 'normalized' between Mom and I, she was
walking past my room while I was changing.  I had my underwear on, and Mom
stopped in my doorway.  She stared at me for several long seconds, until it
actually made me a bit uncomfortable.  Finally, she said what was on her
mind.

   "I can see why you and Natalie did what you did.  You're a handsome
young man," she said, her eyes sweeping across my body, "and she's a
beautiful young woman.  It's only natural that you are curious...  but you
understand it was wrong, right?"

   "Yes Mom.  I really am sorry," I answered.

   "Good," she whispered, giving me one more look before she left.

   I felt the guilt come flooding back, but guilt wasn't the only thing I
felt.  There was something about that last look she gave me.  My little
voice asked me if I had a death wish.

   Natalie and I kept our grubby hands off each other, not wanting to incur
more jail time.  Mom watched us like a hawk, and made sure our chores
didn't result in time alone.

   It was about a month after we got busted that Mom finally relaxed her
iron grip, easing our house arrest slightly as a reward for good behaviour.
She made it clear that our parole was conditional, and revocable, at her
whim.

   TV privileges restored, I was in my room watching something mindless
when Mom came into my room.  She took the remote out of my hand, killed the
power, and closed my door.  Then she sat on my desk chair, crossed her
legs, and gazed at me.

   "Would you like to earn back some trust?" she asked, bouncing her foot.

   "Of course," I replied nervously.

   "I have something to add to your chores.  Is that alright?" she asked
again.

   "Whatever you want, Mom," I nodded.

   "Good," she smiled, "but there are some rules we must agree on. 
Non-negotiable.  Right?"

   "Alright.  What do I have to do?" I asked, wondering what she was
thinking.

   A smile crossed her lips.  "It's not so much a what.  More of a who....
Me."

   Huh?  I thought.  I don't understand.  She saw the huge question mark
hovering over my head.

   She leaned closer, and clarified.  "I want you...  to do...  me."

   The explosion I heard this time was my little voice, who just blew his
brains out.  He knew what I was going to do, and couldn't go through that
again.

   Um, okay," I croaked.

   "Not yet.  These are the rules.  First, it goes without saying that this
is between us only, but I'm going to say it anyway," she said evenly, "No
one else knows...  Not your friends, your sister...  and especially not
your father.  No one....  Understood?"

   "Yes Ma'am," I breathed.

   "Second, no matter what we do together, I'm still your Mother.  What I
say goes, and I expect to be treated with the same respect you've always
shown me, when we're not in the bedroom," she directed.  "Is that clear?"

   "Absolutely."

   Third...  Inside the bedroom," she whispered, rolling the chair closer,
softening her eyes, and her voice, "you are the boss, and I expect you to
dictate to me.  You're going to tell me what to do, and when to do it.  And
you're going to treat me like the bad girl I am.  Like a slut...  A tramp.
Short of peeing on you," she shuddered, "there's nothing I won't do." Her
voice had a throaty, smoky sound of desire to it.

   Oh.  My.  God.  I wanted to pinch myself.  The thought that she could be
testing my moral decisions never occurred to me, or at least, it never
occurred to the part of my body that was now in charge.  Yes, my dick had
taken command of the bridge, and he wanted to confirm his mission.

   "Oral?" he asked, sounding surprisingly like my voice.

   "Just try to stop me!" she laughed.

   "Anal?"

   "Oh god!  Yes PLEASE!" she moaned.

   "What if I don't want to treat you like a slut?" I asked, just to see
what she would do.

   "Oh, please?  Please...  I need it.  Please treat me like a sex object,
a piece of meat, yours to command!  Please!" She moved beside me, sitting
on the bed.  I hadn't noticed that she had undone a few buttons on her
blouse until she pressed next to me.  Her bra peeked out, along with a line
of cleavage to die for.  36F...  Lingerie...  Porn...  Dildo...  Satin
sheets...and submitting to my sexual whims.  Wow!

   "Um, does dad know you're like this?" I asked as she squirmed beside me,
undoing another button, and pulling her blouse aside to show me her tits.

   "NO!" she giggled, "And it stays that way.  If anything, I'm the
dominant one with him."

   "Dominant?  Like in BDSM?" I asked.

   "Yes dear, except that I only like a little bit of bondage, no sadism,
and a side of masochism.  I like it a little rough, but not nasty rough,"
she moaned.

   "And I'm in control in here," I confirmed.

   "Yes.  Complete control, although we might be more comfortable in my
bedroom," she whispered, pressing closer.

   "Alright Mom.  It's a deal.  Now get out.  You are to wait until we are
together to please yourself." I was testing her, now.

   "Yes, dear," she said, standing and buttoning her blouse.  She stopped
at the door.  "You learn fast.  I'll let you know when we can start." She
opened the door and left.

   My cock was as hard as steel.  First my sister, now Mom?T Somebody up
there must like me.

   ***

   I did as instructed.  EXACTLY as instructed.  There is no way I was
going to screw this up.  I kept my mouth shut, did all chores I was asked
to do without hesitation, and treated my Mother the same as always...  as
though she hadn't just revealed herself to be a wanton, submissive slut who
was mine to use.

   It took a while, but Mom finally gave me the word, stopping by my room
one afternoon.

   "Tomorrow, 1pm," was all she said, "Understand?"

   "Understood," I replied with a smile.

   I came to realize that my Mother was one hell of an actress.  Not only
had she hidden her submissive self from Dad for over twenty years, she gave
no indication that she was less than 24 hours away from getting fucked by
her son.  Excitement, fear, indecision...  there had to be a jumble of
emotions going on in there, as was the case for me...  but nothing showed
through the placid surface.  Dinner went smooth, as usual, but my head felt
about ready to explode.

   Sleep was a relative term that night.  Understandably, my brain was
racing, making sleep difficult.  When I was able to nod off, my dreams were
scorching hot.

   At breakfast, I watched Mom's eyes for any indication that she was
feeling what I was, but saw nothing.  Dad went to work...  Mom kissed him
goodbye, as usual.  Natalie had a 1pm class which meant she would leave
about 12:30.  Even when we were alone in the house, she went about her
usual routine, as though our rendezvous was a set appointment, not to be
rushed.  I went up to my room to kill some time.

   12:55....I saw mom breeze past my room, headed for hers.  She didn't
even turn her head to look at me.  I heard no extra activity, no calling
voices, just silence, which made the passage of those last five minutes
interminable.  I gave myself a full minute to make it down the hall, a
journey of perhaps twenty feet, just in case there was traffic.
I stopped in the bedroom doorway.  Mom was sitting quietly on the bed,
still dressed as usual, which today meant a starched white blouse and grey
skirt.  Now she looked nervous, and when she saw me standing there, she
stood and smiled.  I closed the door behind me, and locked it.  I walked

over to her.

   "Mom, you're sure about this?" I asked, praying she wouldn't back out.

   "Yes dear," she whispered, licking her lips and averting her eyes
slightly.

   "Okay, so how do you want to start?" I asked.  Her eyes snapped up,
locking onto mine, and she replied in her Mom voice.

   "I'll say this one more time ; in here, when it's just us, you are the
boss.  You tell me what to do."

   "Yes Mom," I gulped, watching her eyes soften as she submitted again.

   She stood with her hands at her sides.  Her big breasts pushed out at
the white fabric of her blouse, rising and falling with her breathing.  Her
blonde hair was neatly done, framing her pretty face perfectly.  The deep
blue of her eyes shone brightly, and her lips were looking very kissable,
painted a blood red colour.  I decided to start there.

   I moved closer.  "Kiss me," I directed.

   She immediately pressed her lips to mine.  I kissed her back, my tongue
pushing it's way into her mouth.  She moaned softly.  I stopped kissing,
and she immediately stopped as well.

   I stepped back a bit, taking in her body again.  With one hand, I traced
my fingers up her side, past her breasts, to caress her cheek, neck, and
hair.  Her eyes fluttered, but didn't look at me.  She breathed slightly
harder.

   Treat me like a piece of meat, she had said.  Okay.  Like a slut.  Not
like my Mother.

   I palmed her big tits roughly, mauling them with both hands.  She
gasped, but made no move to stop me.  They felt wonderful.  I grabbed her
blouse with both hands and ripped it open, sending buttons flying in every
direction.  Her breasts heaved with her excited breathing, bulging out of
the cups of her pretty, lacy white bra.  Hooking my fingers under the
middle, I reefed the bra up, yanking it over her tits, which bounced
deliciously as they fell free.  I groped them excitedly, squeezing and
stroking their smooth curves.  She moaned, and I looked at her face.

   She was biting her lower lip, trying to control herself.  Her body was
shaking with lust.

   I bent my head and suckled her nipples, gently at first, but growing
more aggressive, eventually biting the thick erect points.  She yelped a
few times, but her breathing told me she was definitely enjoying it.  Still
standing exactly where and how she had when I walked in, with her arms at
her sides, she moaned and squirmed slightly, rubbing her thighs together
and generally conveying the impression of tortured delight.  I released her
nipples, and stood up.

   "Remove your clothes, please," I said quietly, stepping back to watch.
Mom did as asked, reaching behind to unzip her skirt, which she dropped and
stepped out of.  She was wearing white stay-up stockings.  "Leave your
nylons on, but lose everything else." Seconds later, my Mother stood
essentially naked before me.  A small tuft of blonde pubes peeked out from
between her thighs.  I walked a circle around her, checking her out from
all sides.  She was gorgeous.

   "Sit, please," I told her, and she sat on the edge of the bed, folding
her hands in her lap.

   I paced back and forth in front of her, trying to decide which way to go
next.  Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Mom's eyes, hungrily
following my bulging crotch with every step, even though her head was bowed
down slightly.  She gave me an idea.

   Playing the interrogator, I stopped in front of her.  I reached down and
stroked her hair softly, enjoying the luxurious feel of her golden locks, a
trait she shares with her daughter.  She moaned, and leaned her head
slightly into my hand.

   "I'm going to ask you some questions now, Mother, and you're going to
answer them truthfully," I began, suddenly gripping her hair and tilting
her head back.  On a rough scale of 1 to 10, it was a 3.  "Do you
understand?" I stared into her wide eyes as she gasped in surprise.

   "Yes!  Yes, I understand," she groaned.  I released her hair.

   "Good.  Let's start with some easy ones, shall we?  Who are you?"

   "My name is Larissa Anne Anderson," she said quietly, eyes down again,
but locked on my crotch.

   "And who am I?" I asked.

   "You are Richard Anderson," she said.  I was gesturing for more, so she
continued, "My son.  I am your Mother."

   "That's good, you're doing great.  So Larissa, I can't help noticing
that you're naked.  You have a very nice, sexy body, Larissa...  especially
your big beautiful breasts.  You're proud of your body, aren't you?" I
probed.

   "Yes," she whispered.

   "And you like teasing men with your body, don't you?"

   "Yes," she croaked.

   "And how does it make you feel to be naked in front of your own son?  Be
honest, Larissa," I reminded.

   "I...  I feel dirty....  and excited," she said, barely breathing the
words.

   "Now, how long have you had this urge to be naked in front of your son?
When did it start, and what made you become such a filthy, dirty slut?" I
laid it on pretty thick, but she was a seething mass of desire, so I gave
her a chance to vent some of the pressure.

   "I, um....  I...  since the day I caught you....  caught my son having
sex with his sister.  He, um, was naked, and I saw his...  his big cock. 
It was covered with my daughter's juices.  I had to...  have it," she
finished.  She was squirming again.

   "You want to have it?" I asked.  She nodded.  "To suck it?" She nodded
again, licking her plump red lips.  "You want him to fuck you with it?" I
continued, following her in the third person reference.

   "Oh yes.  Please," she growled, her voice dripping with sultry desire.

   "What kind of Mother wants to fuck her own son?" I added, knowing she
was bubbling hot.

   "A very, very bad Mother," she whispered, unable to suppress a moan. 
The corners of her mouth flickered slightly, fighting back a smile.

   "How long do we have to play today, Larissa?  " I asked, truly
wondering.

   "Um, Natalie will be home about 4, and your Father is done at 6," she
answered.

   "Then we'd better get started....  We certainly don't want to get
caught, do we?" I laughed.

   "Oh no," she groaned, "that would be baaaaad." The last word was drawn
out, her voice quivering.

   My cock was about ready to rip my shorts open by itself, it was so hard.
I couldn't wait any longer, stripping rapidly.  I watched her eyes when I
dropped my underwear, giving her a first look at my fully erect penis.  The
last time she'd seen it, the situation had made me limp, but now, I was
rock hard.  Her eyes widened.

   I took my hard cock in hand, and stepped closer, waving it at her.

   "Is this what you want?"

   "Oh god yes!" she hissed, but held still, hands in her lap.  Her nipples
were so swollen, they were the size of my fingertip, and nearly an inch
long.

   I rubbed my dick around her face...  across her cheeks, where the
abundant precum oozing out left a shiny trail, and her lips, which were
quivering.  She so desperately wanted to suck it, so I left it there for
several, torturous seconds.

   "You want to suck my cock, don't you?" She nodded, but kept her lips
closed, snorting with need.  "You seem excited.  Do you need to cum,
Mother?" I emphasized the word 'mother'.  She nodded again, rapidly.  Her
eyes were on fire, pleading up at mine.

   "Very well," I relented.  "On your knees, slut.  You will suck my cock
until I cum in your mouth, and swallow every drop.  You may touch yourself
while you suck me, and you may cum, if you wish."

   Mom dropped to her knees eagerly, but waited for permission.  "May I
begin?" she asked.

   "Yes, you may," I replied, looking down at her.

   Mom pounced, opening wide and plunging her mouth over the head.  Her
lips reached as far down my shaft as she could, almost reaching the base on
her first attempt.  Her left hand gripped the bottom of my cock, and her
right wasted no time in diving between her own thighs.  Wet squishy noises
came from her soaked pussy, but were soon drowned out by the gurgling,
slurping, sucking sounds her lips were making on my cock as she blew me
enthusiastically.  She was moaning loudly, too, and her lips clamped
tighter as she grunted through her own climax within a minute of starting
to masturbate.

   In my limited experience, I had felt that Natalie was a pretty good
cocksucker, but she couldn't hold a candle to my Mother.  True, I was very
wound up from anticipation, and the long tease I'd put Mom through, so
maybe I was a poor judge at this point, but my Mother's mouth had me on the
verge of a massive, tonsil basting orgasm in no time.  She was
deepthroating me smoothly, a string of drool hanging from her chin, her
boobs swinging in time with her actions.

   Mom shuddered, cumming on her own fingers for the second time.  I looked
down at her, into her big blue eyes.

   "That's my good Mommy slut.  Suck my cock.  Do you want me to cum in
your mouth, Mommy?  Do you want to swallow your son's hot sperm?" I
taunted.

   Mom was moaning and nodding her desire, but never stopped sucking me.

   I felt the familiar tingle building in my balls, and she must have seen
it in my eyes, because her moans and desperate sucking stepped up a level.
Her lips were firmly pressed against my pubes when I came, blasting rope
after rope down her throat, while she gulped and swallowed with lascivious
greed.  She vacuumed every drop from my cock, and was still trying to
extract more when I stopped her.

   "That's enough, Mom.  Thank you," I said, pulling away from her mouth.
Spit dripped from her lips, across her chin, and landed on her breasts. 
She remained on her knees, awaiting my directive.  "Please clean yourself
up," I said, climbing into bed, "and join me in bed when you return."

   She was back quite quickly, and virtually leapt into bed beside me,
laying close but not touching.

   "May I cuddle with you, dear?" she asked softly.  I nodded.  "What may I
do next to please you?" she whispered, pressing her soft, sexy body against
me.

   Ooooooo, the list is quite extensive, I thought.  I was mulling over
other questions I could ask her, as long as she was answering honestly.  I
finally decided I didn't really want to know the answer to most of them,
most specifically how often she'd been unfaithful to Dad.  At 38, she was
easily the hottest Mom in our neighbourhood, attracted a lot of attention,
and apparently had quite the kinky side, that must have been getting
satisfied somehow.

   Thinking about things like that was eating into my limited Mommy
ravaging time, so I put it on hold....  the thinking, that is, not the
ravaging.

   "Mother dear, do you enjoy having your pussy licked?" I asked, while
caressing her side.

   "Oh yes," she bubbled, "very much!  Do you wish to lick my pussy?"

   It suddenly dawned on me what she sounded like.  Submissive, yes, but
more like something from TV.  We had the entire series on DVD...  'I Dream
of Jeannie'.  She sounded like Jeannie...  The only thing missing was the
'Master', after every sentence.  The attitude fit, as well.

   "Yes, Larissa, I do.  I would like to give you pleasure, and I'd like to
hear you describe what you're feeling.  I'd like you to talk like the
dirty, filthy slut you are.  Do you understand?" I commanded.

   "Yes, I understand.  You want me to beg you to eat my dirty, wet cunt,"
she cooed, "and make me cum." She rolled onto her back and spread her legs
wide.  There was a sheen of chick slick on her inner thighs, reaching about
halfway to her knees.

   "Please, my darling son...  Please lick my hot, dripping pussy.  Make me
moan and squirm like a wanton whore," she groaned.

   That I can do, I thought, taking a place between her legs.  Gladly.

   Natalie had a very pretty pussy, but Mom's was epic, with a huge
clitoris and thick, meaty lips that dangled open around her oozing depths.
It looked like the cunt of a slut, quite appropriately, but it tasted like
ambrosia from a Greek goddess.

   My tongue did a few laps of the perimeter, enjoying her delicious
flavour, playing with her hanging lips, and teasing her.  She kept moaning
and trying to move her pussy into a collision with my mouth, while her
dialogue was enough to make a sailor blush.

   "Eat me!  Oh god, eat my fucking cunt!  Suck my fuck hole and make me
cum!  I'm such a horny fucking slut!"

   I was circling counterclockwise, and when I got to the 6, I made a sharp
left, going straight up, through her dripping wetness, and across her large
clit, which was straining out of its hood.

   "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck yesssssssss!" she hissed, her hips bucking
against my face.  "Lick my clit!  Suck it!  Fucking bite it!"

   I moved on, now intent on avoiding her clit for a while, instead sucking
first one, then the other of her thick lips into my mouth, tugging them out
and stretching them until they hung more than an inch long.  Her lips were
engorged an angry red, and she was so aroused that her lubricant was
visibly oozing from her opening.  That was fine with me, since it was such
a delicacy.  I was happy to consume all she could produce, but that meant I
was merely lapping at her like a pet dog, and not stimulating the part she
so desperately wanted me to focus on.

   "Mmmm, your tongue feels nice in my cunt, but I'm begging you, please
lick Mommy's clit....  Suck your slut Mother's clit, please!  " Her voice
betrayed her level of excitement, quavering as she spoke.  Her whole body
was shaking.  Yes, she was a slut, but she was my Mother, and had suffered
enough.

   The tip of my squiggling, squirming tongue headed North, continuing its
dance until it settled directly on her ignition switch.  It did tight
little circles around her clit, flicking it from side to side as well.

   The situation was bizarre.  This was my Mother, the woman who prior to a
couple of months ago, I'd never thought of as a sexual being, and who I'd
never heard curse.  Now she was naked, writhing in bliss under my tongue,
spreading her legs as wide as possible, and using language I didn't even
know she'd ever heard.

   "Oh fuck yes, you motherfucking darling!  That's my boy!  Lick my
fucking clit!  You're going to make me fucking cum!  Ahhhn!  Yes!  Yes! 
YESSSSS!  " Her thighs slammed shut around my head, and she shuddered,
twisting her body as a huge orgasm hit her hard.  I tried to hold her down,
but in the throes as she was, she was stronger than I would have thought,
and she had my head trapped, so I followed her, rolling onto my side.  I
know she was screaming something, but hr muscular thighs acted as earmuffs.
Finally, her whole body relaxed, and she flopped on her back.

   I extracted myself from between her legs, and sat up, watching her big
tits shake like jello as her ragged breathing made them rise and fall
sharply.  Mom's eyes were closed, and she was moaning softly.

   My dick had recovered, and as the saying goes....  'there's no time like
the present'....  to fuck Mom's juicy cunt!  I guided the head between her
lips, and pushed slightly.

   Mom's moans began to form words....  and the word was 'no'...  but I was
in charge here.  I leaned over her ear and whispered.

   "Larissa, you are my slut to use as I see fit, when I see fit.  Your
cunt exists for my pleasure, and I want pleasure now!" I pushed in fully,
sliding smoothly to the bottom of her swampy pussy in one stroke.

   Mom's eyes opened wide, and she groaned loudly.  "Yes, I am....  your
slut...  fuck...  me!" she panted.

   Don't mind if I do!  I thought, starting to plough her cunt firmly.  I
stayed up on my arms so I could watch her big tits dance.  Natalie's boobs
were a bit smaller, and understandably firmer, given their age difference,
so Mom's breasts moved a bit more, enthralling me with their liquid grace.

   "That's so good, Ricky," she grunted, "fuck Mommy's cunt like that!  I'm
your fuck-slut, baby!  Your big cock fills my pussy just right!" Her legs
came up around my waist, wrapping tightly and pulling me into her harder.
"I'm such a bad girl," she groaned, "I should be punished for behaving like
such a whore, fucking my son like this."

   I was sure there was a suggestion in there somewhere.  Punishment was a
relative term ; I was being punished for fucking my sister, forced to fuck
my Mother and satisfy her slightly kinky desires.  Suddenly, the phrase
'glutton for punishment' took on new meaning, and I hoped that I wouldn't
be released early.  But enough about me....  Mom wanted to be punished,
which left one logical thing to do.

   I pulled out of her.  "On all fours," I told her, catching her in a lewd
little grin as she complied.  She knew what was coming, in more ways than
one.

   I grabbed her hips and slammed back into her, making her gasp in
surprise, but I could feel her shivering in anticipation.

   "So, you're a bad girl, are you Larissa?" I asked while fucking her
eagerly.

   "Yes....Uhn!...  Very...  Bad!" she panted between strokes.

   "What happens to bad girls like you?  Do you get.....  Spanked?" I
asked, delivering the first blow in time with the last word.  The smack
echoed through the room, and she jolted in my hands.

   "Ouch!" she hissed, "yes, I deserve to be spanked!"

   SMACK!  I swatted her ass again, and her head flew back, hair flying. 
She let out a whimper, but pushed back harder against me as I kept drilling
into her pussy.

   SMACK!  "Oh god," she moaned, "more...." SMACK!  "I deserve more.  I'm
so bad, fucking my own son...  " SMACK!  "Nahhhhn!  I'm sorry!" she cried,
tears in her eyes.  A red, hand-shaped welt was starting to rise on her
right cheek.  I went for alternative methods of punishment, grabbing her
hair.

   She raised up on her knees, and I pulled her hair harder, making her
raise her arms to stop me.  My free hand went for one of her breasts,
pinching her hard nipple and giving it a twist.

   That did it.....  Mom came, screaming and bucking against me as I fucked
her harder.  She twitched and jerked in my grasp, finally falling forward
onto her face on the bed, yanking her pussy off my dick as she did.

   I grabbed one leg, rolled her over, and speared her again, fucking her
furiously now.  I wanted to cum, and she was going to feel it.  I pounded
her, using her body solely for my own pleasure, with or without her
consent. Ramming into her cunt with a vengeance got her boobs swinging
again, and that sight was enough to push me past the point of no return. 
She was laying in an orgasmic coma, barely conscious as I fucked her hard,
but when she felt my cock flex inside her, spewing hot semen into her
pussy, she came to life, wrapping her arms and legs tight around my body.

   "Ooooooo, yes baby...  cum in Mommy's cunt!" she whispered.  My Mother
held me close as I spilled my load into her warm, wet depths, cooing in my
ear and stroking my hair.  "Such a good boy....  So big and strong."

   We laid together like this for a few minutes.  Mom finally broke the
silence.

   "I think we should get moving, honey.  Natalie will be home soon." I
rolled off her, and she quickly sucked my wilted cock for a few seconds,
strictly for cleanup purposes, of course.  "Mmmm mmmm, yummy!" She scooted
off toward the bathroom, my cum oozing slowly down her leg.  "I'd better
have a quick shower, and rinse your spunk out of me," she explained over
her shoulder, "care to join me?"

   Well, who could turn down an offer like that?  I heard the water start.
By the time I made it in there, she was already rubbing her soapy hands all
over her body.  I stepped in, and her hands moved to me.  She smiled.

   "The last time I bathed you was...  oh, a long, long time ago," she
laughed, "when you were little." She cupped my balls and soaped my cock
lovingly.  "Certainly not little anymore!  I'd love to give you a nice wet
blowjob, but, well, we don't have time, and I'd like to keep my hair dry,
if possible.  Would you settle for a nice wet kiss?"

   Treating Mom like a slut was her thing, to get her off, and I'd keep
doing it, if it meant getting access to her eminently fuckable body...  but
to be honest, I'd rather treat her like a lady, and make love to her,
gently and passionately.  Maybe I'd get a chance sometime, but for now, a
kiss would have to do.  She was up on tiptoes, craning her head back to
reach me.  I grabbed her ass, lifting her a bit, and she wrapped her arms
around my neck, pulling her soft, slippery body up mine, until our lips
met. She hooked her legs around my hips, and I turned us into the corner of
the shower stall, leaning into her.  The dual sensations of her big, soapy
tits on my chest and her plump lips on mine had my dick showing interest
again.

   "Mmmm, we might have to do this again," she giggled when her lips left
mine, "Never had sex standing in the shower, but I'd like to!"

   I reluctantly put her down, and we rinsed off.  We towelled each other
off...  I especially enjoyed drying her tits...  and I stepped out into the
bedroom to get dressed.

   Mom came out of her closet, nicely dressed again for the benefit of
Natalie and Dad.  I knew what was under there, so wasn't fooled by the
conservative suburban housewife routine.  I stood at the door, and when Mom
drew near, I unlocked and opened it, following her out.

   Less than ten feet down the hall, she spun on her high heels, grabbed
me, and slammed me against the wall.  She pressed her body hard to my chest
and smiled at me, her eyes alight with life.

   "That was exactly what I needed!" she hissed, kissing me frantically. 
"You will continue to please me in that way, every Tuesday at 1, as part of
your punishment.  She smiled again.  "When you ripped my blouse off, I
almost came right there.  I would appreciate it, however, if you wouldn't
do it again.  That was one of my favourite blouses," she whispered, kissing
me softly this time, "but it was worth it!"

   ***

   Life in our house gradually returned to normal.  Well, our version of
normal, anyway.  I continued to pay dearly for fucking my sister, by being
forced to fuck my Mother.  I know, I know...  it hardly seems like
punishment, and I wasn't viewing it as such.  I found myself sometimes
wanting to tell Dad what he'd been missing all these years, that Mom was a
very complex and sexually diverse personality, but....  well, getting
myself killed would be counterproductive.

   Instead, I kept Mom happy, giving her what she needed every Tuesday at
1, and honestly fulfilling my own fantasies as well.  She was lots of fun
in bed, and really liked it when I surprised her, being rough when she
didn't expect it.

   ***

   I walked in the front door earlier than I'd expected to be home when I
left today, thanks to a personal emergency in the teacher's life, cutting
class short.  I noticed how quiet the house was...  but not silent.  There
was a vaguely familiar sound, barely audible, coming from upstairs.

   I crept up, following the sound, carefully avoiding the squeaky step
three from the top, and moving silently down the hall.  Mom's bedroom door
was closed.  I stood just outside the door, listening.

   "Oh, shit....  That's so good!  Lick my pussy....  OH YES!"

   What the fuck?  Who's licking Mom's pussy now?  Jeez, she really is a
slut!  I listened closer.

   "Ngahhn!  Yes!  Suck my clit....  Oh god, I'm gonna cum, Mom!"

   I stepped back, stunned.  Natalie and my Mother did sound similar under
the right circumstances, like through a closed door and in the throes of
passion.  I had assumed that the pussy in question belonged to my Mother,
since the licking was happening in her bedroom.  Wrong!  It would appear
that my sister was doing special punishment with Mom, too.

   Life just got a whole lot more interesting!

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