Quarantined with Mom and My Sisters Chapter 1: My Loving Mother’s Naughty Relief

Quarantined with Mom and My Sisters

Chapter One: My Loving Mother’s Naughty Relief

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2020

Note: Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this!

Quarantined with my mom and sis in a three-bedroom apartment…

Kill me now.

When I could go out and hang with my friends, even when I had to go to college five days a week, I could get out of the estrogen zone. So could my two sisters. Mom had to work. We all could leave. Now I was stuck in the house with them twenty-four hours. The four of us stuck in this tiny space.

No privacy. Nowhere to really go to escape. People were always around. It was nerve-wracking trying to rub one out with people moving about the apartments. I was nineteen. A ball of hormones. I mean, everything made me hard, and when my sisters—especially Auburn, my older sister—pranced around in shorts and a t-shirt…

Fuck, I had no other girls to stare at.

Auburn was twenty going on twenty-five. She looked so mature. So hot as she darted around in booty shorts that hugged her rump or yoga pants that hugged her rump or even just panties that hugged her rump. And those tits. She didn’t have tits as big as Mom, but she came close. Perky boobs that jiggled beneath her crop tops and belly shirts and tank tops and just her bra. She could be the cover model on Playboy.

Jamie was cute, but at eighteen she didn’t have the curves of our older sister. Still, she could be wearing a pair of panties and bending over, and there was a cute butt before me and… POP! Erection. A hardon. I had to go rub one out.

But how?

How could I get comfortable doing that? Mom was home all the time. Her bedroom had become her office, too. And guess who shared a wall with her? If I started jerking off, I just knew she could hear the springs of my bed creaking and groaning as I rubbed my cock. The whole apartment could probably hear.

They would know what I was doing. It was so fucking embarrassing.

“Don’t hog the shower!” screeched Jamie as I lay in my room, fighting off the latest urge to masturbate thanks to Auburn and those panties she had been wearing. They didn’t even cover all of her ass. Not a thong precisely. I didn’t know what to call them, but they left the bottom swells of her peachy rump on display.

I just wanted to grab my cock and—

“I know you’re jilling off with the shower massager in there!” Jamie hissed.

My cock twitched at that. Masturbating with the showerhead? Mom had gotten that a few years ago when we moved in. I didn’t know girls could do that. Suddenly, the images of Auburn, her dyed-blonde hair plastered wet about her shoulders and water dripping off her large, lush breasts filled my mind. She held the showerhead between her thighs, spraying her twat and rubbing it around.

“No, I’m not!” Auburn yelled back.

I shuddered at the comment, my dick throbbing as my two sisters argued. We had two bathrooms, but there was only so much hot water. My mind, however, drifted. I bit my lip, wanting to just shove my hand into my shorts and stroke one off.

Just beat off to the image of my older sister rubbing that shower head up and down her pussy. I groaned, hearing Mom having a Zoom meeting through the walls of my bedroom. She was just beyond my head.

I rolled over onto my side, buried my face in my pillow, and groaned out my frustration.

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The image of my sister masturbating in the shower lingered for days. I had to wait until the middle of the night, when I was certain everyone was asleep, to spank it. I would plug my earbuds into my phone and go to PornHub. I’d find some step-brother/step-sister porn and jerk off.

I was so horny most of the time, I’d cum in a minute.

Relief. Blessed relief.

This night, I was waiting for that to happen. I was chilling, watching YouTube. It was nearly midnight. The apartment felt so quiet. This was it. My time to rub one out. I shuddered. I eased my hand into my shorts to grab—

My sisters’ bedroom door opened. Auburn and Jamie had to share a room since the divorce. We went from living in a big home to this apartment. I knew Auburn couldn’t wait to move out. The pair must be strangling each other in there.

Footsteps padded down the hallway and then into the bathroom. I had a feeling it was Auburn. It sounded like hers. Jamie usually had more pep to her steps. I pictured my little sister’s petite body darting down the hallway, her braid of brown hair flying behind her.

I pushed up my glasses, my hand gripping my cock. I had to wait for my sister to finish peeing and go back to bed. I sighed, my dick throbbing in my hand. The ache at the tip was intense. I had to stroke one out. Mom had been wearing a pair of panties, too. She didn’t do that often, but she had come out to get something and she had a nice ass, too.

Plump and so spankable.

God, I needed to get out of the apartment. Get around women that weren’t related to me by blood. This was getting so fucked up. I bit my lip, waiting to hear the bathroom door open, the footsteps padding down the hall, and the bedroom door close.

Instead, the shower turned on.

I frowned. Why was Auburn taking a shower in the middle of the night? Unless…

Jamie’s words had my dick throbbing even harder. Was my sister in the shower jilling off with the showerhead. Did she rub it between her thighs, jets of water squirting into her pussy. Her big boobs jiggled in my mind as she groaned.

Curiosity blazed in me. I bit my lip, staring at the door. The sound of the shower was so loud. Maybe she just needed to cool off or something. We were a month into the lockdown, April almost over. I had to find out.

I slipped out of my bed, my hand holding my cock. I padded to the door and opened it slowly. I winced at the creak then stepped out into the hallway. It was dark in the house. Light spilled from beneath the bathroom door. I crept to it and pressed my ear against it.

I listened for the moaning. I heard the water spraying. Lots of dripping. There was something about it that sounded… wrong. Different then it should. It was strangely muffled. Was she rubbing it against her pussy. My hand squeezed my cock in my shorts.

I closed my eyes, focusing all my will upon hearing if she was masturbating. I wanted to hear those moans. I had to know. My sisters got horny, right? Did Jamie masturbate? When I was eighteen, I was jerking off all the time. And Auburn was older. She had a few boyfriends by now. I knew she wasn’t a virgin.

Was that a moan?

A whimper?

I swallowed, my heart thundering. The sound of the water spraying was muffled. It had to be pressed against her pussy right now. My dick twitched and throbbed as I listened to her masturbating. I could see her clearly now, her head thrown back, bleached-blonde hair swaying.

That was definitely a moan. She was building towards her orgasm. She was—

“Shhh,” a voice whispered behind me. “Don’t yell, Rick.”

I froze. Mom was behind me. She had caught me listening to my sister in the shower with my hand… my hand down in my shorts. I swallowed, slowly pulling my hand out of my shorts. My entire body was stiff as fear swept through me. My cock…

Stayed hard.

I straightened, my heart pounding a mile a minute. I trembled, my mouth so dry. I could feel Mom right behind me. I turned slowly to find her wearing a t-shirt and those panties from earlier, her black hair falling about her round, pale face.

“I…” Words struggled to form. I had to come up with a lie. Something to explain what I was doing. “This… It’s not…”

She put a finger to her lips and then she grabbed my hand. I swallowed as she led me down the hallway, past my bedroom, to her open door at the end of the hallway. I shuddered. I was so dead. She was about to yell at me. She just didn’t want my sister to know I was perving on her.

My shoulders sagged as Mom pulled me into her room and then closed the door. I squirmed there. She had the biggest room in the apartment, but it was cramped with her new desk shoved against the wall our rooms shared, her bed pushed over, her dresser and end tables. Her own bathroom door lay open, a small nightlight glowing from in there that shed an amber light that fell across half her face.

“Mom,” I groaned.

“I know,” she said, her voice gentle. “Poor thing. You’re horny. I can tell. And Auburn doesn’t make it easy for you, does she?”

I stared in shock at her.

“It’s okay,” she purred and then slid her hand into my shorts. I gasped as she grabbed my cock, her fingers so soft. I was still mostly hard but had started to finally soften. Now…

Now I sprang to full erection. I shuddered at the feel of her hand about me. I hadn’t had a girlfriend yet. I was a nerd. Shy. I groaned at the feel of another person’s hand touching me. Soft. Feminine. My heart pounded in my chest as she drew me out.

She stroked her hand up and down my shaft. I groaned, my toes curling as she worked her hand. She caressed up to the tip and then slid back down to the root. It was incredible. Her hand felt like silk about my dick. Her strokes were so much more intense than doing it myself.

“Mom,” I groaned.

“Shh,” she whispered. “Let’s not let your sisters know. Mmm, just let your mommy take care of you. Poor boy. Stuck in the house with three women. I know. I had brothers. Just relax and cum.”

Hearing my mother say the C word had me groaning. It was hard to think that Mom knew anything about sex other than the missionary position. Giving handjobs and saying cum were just not things I associated with her.

Now…

My balls tightened. Her hand pumped up and down, her grip perfect. She massaged over the tip, my precum soaking her hand. I squeezed my eyes shut. I was building towards my orgasm so fast. I hurtled towards it.

“Oh, god, Mom,” I panted.

“Are you about to cum?” she asked.

I nodded.

“Oh, no,” she groaned. “I need something to contain the mess.” She shot her other hand out to her dresser, still pumping up and down my cock. She snagged out a pair of satin, red panties. She pressed the cool fabric into the tip.

I gasped at the feel of Mom’s panties on the spongy crown of my cock. My balls burst with pleasure. I groaned and unloaded my cum. My body bucked and dick pulsed in her hand. Each blast of cum slammed ecstasy into my mind as my jizz splashed onto her panties.

Intense, insane rapture pummeled my thoughts.