Stop It! – Part 2

As my mom’s right hand continually took handfuls of my sister’s heavenly ass, the burgundy coated fingernail of her left index finger made a single, leisured loop around her breast. That slow, tantalizing loop came to a halt as that very same fingernail drifted up her chest before dipping into her collar bone and then dropping behind her shoulder. Her left hand rose once more behind Alexis, allowing my eyes to follow those lithe, womanly fingers as they caught the length of my sister’s ponytail.

“Do you know what your trigger word was?” my mom nearly whispered, her lips gently planting themselves on her own daughter’s young skin. “Your grandfather made that mistake once when he was pounding my ass like a piece of meat right next to your dad. You know how hard it was to convince him that it was just some kinky fantasy he imagined of him being cucked?”

“Probably not as hard as you were being fucked,” I muttered under my breath, raising my eyes just quickly enough to find a small smile leaving her face. “I don’t know. Honestly, I don’t even remember anything before finding Alexis and Sarah like this.”

That small smile that had left my mom’s face just as quickly returned as she ripped Alexis’s head back by her ponytail. “That’s fine, for now. I don’t think your sisters will be caring very much by the end of their break,” she began to pull Alexis away, leaving me to witness the surprisingly erotic sight of my mom dragging Alexis’s toned frame to the couch. “Especially Alexis. I lost count of how many times I walked in on this girl going to town on herself to Incest porn with her headphones in. . .Christ, it took all of me to not jump on her and take that tight little pussy to cloud nine every time.”

My eyes weren’t the only thing that grew with every lust-driven word that left my mom’s mouth. My cock violently throbbed in my suddenly too-tight jeans, forcing me to keep every single drop of my attention on my mom and Alexis. The attention poured into the sight before me almost immediately paid dividends as my mom slowly lowered Alexis’s back onto the stormy gray couch they stood in front of. In what felt like just a fluid moment, Alexis was being pulled to the edge of couch until her moist pussy visible to the world, leaving just a perfectly round ass as the only shelter to what was likely an even tighter asshole.

A savage cracked echoed through the silent mansion, accompanied by only the smile on my mom’s face and the equally violent wave of skin that was passing through my sister’s quickly reddening breast. “You wanna try breaking in her ass, or do you just wanna pump her full of your cum first?”

As amazing as it was to have my mom offer both of Alexis’s holes to me, I could only stare on in something between disbelief and wonder at who my mom had suddenly become. I mean, she was never a prude by any definition of the word. She was open about the topic of sex and had always been there for me every time those, admittedly awkward as hell, conversations needed to happen. That wasn’t to say she was a super open nudist or something like that, either. She had always been a parent to me and nothing more, regardless of how attractive she was.

The woman who had just spanked Alexis’s breast into oblivion could hardly be called my mother. It was like hero and villain, they felt like complete opposites, and yet this version of her had felt so much more natural. Those narrowed eyes, carrying the faintest of glints over those piercing, all-knowing aquamarine irises, that long grin hiding behind those soft pink lips, all the way down to those ragged breaths crammed with lust for her own flesh and blood. It felt so real. This was the real version of my mom, the version of herself she had buried for over twenty years.

That sadistic lust-filled beast had rested within complete darkness for twenty-odd years, waiting to be unleashed for this very moment. “Get over here and make your sister yours, Darren,” my mom glanced at my sister once more before she guided those strong blue eyes to her bared, unblemished shoulder, where she guided her thumb to the crepe string of her black dress. Her gentle, fluid movements mirrored themselves with the one last string holding her dress from being brushed off and allowing the dress to drop to her ankles, leaving her nude frame exposed to me in all of its glory. That was where her eyes met my own. “Do I look good enough for you? Time hasn’t exactly been nice to these ladies.”

Good enough? She was fucking perfect. Beneath the shoulder-length black hair that fell down her collarbones lied a pair of round breasts that gave Sarah’s a run for their money, the only difference between them was the faintest sag that just as faintly revealed her age. Underneath what I could have only assumed were all-natural handfuls of breasts was a stomach that was almost entirely flat until it reached the bottom, where the beginnings of a small pocket of body fat could be made out, but all that nitpicking became an afterthought as my eyes traced the hairless mound right underneath that lithe waist.

While she wasn’t quite as skinny as Sarah or athletic as Alexis, how many women any age could say they looked like her after five children? Not very many. That small touch of extra weight, those round breasts that were ever so slowly becoming victims to the cruelty of gravity, they only added to the attraction I had towards her. If Urban Dictionary allowed the use of pictures, I had no doubt I would’ve found my mom’s picture under ‘MILF’. She was the picture definition of the acronym, and I hadn’t even seen that juicy backside. Not that she would’ve let me.

Raising the backside of her index finger towards my chest, she dragged it towards herself, summoning me forward with each slow movement of her finger. “Get that cock over here.”

Like some kind of brainless cyborg that lacked any will of its own, my feet dragged me toward my nude mother and sister, all while my hands made themselves useful by ripping off my shirt as quickly as they could. It was probably a bit longer, but it felt as if only a blink had passed before I found myself in front of my mom, and honestly? I didn’t quite doubt that anymore. Not because the throbbing erection in my jeans was making it hard to think about anything else, which it very much was, but because I was literally standing frozen in time with our own mother ordering me to fuck my sister. The same sister I never thought I’d even get to see the pussy of.

Just as I reached my mom, my eyes were forced downwards as I watched her impatiently tug my jeans open and rip the zipper down. My erection wasted no time flying out of my jeans and locking it sights right at the bridge of her nose as she rested herself down onto her knees in right front of me. Her left hand wasted about as much time as my hard-on had popping out of my jeans while her right hand leisurely pulled my jeans down.

She gave the base of my cock a pair of strokes, eliciting a thick bead of precum from its head just as she let her tongue fall just underneath the very tip, gliding up my glans before allowing her tongue to absorb the clear fluid she had drawn out of me. “You taste great. I’m gonna have to give you a run later myself,” her tongue gave my head a second stroke, letting her lips float only inches from allowing my cock to meet the insides of her mouth. “Are you a virgin?”

I could only stumble over my words at the sudden question as the heat of every word on my cock sent pleasure everywhere. “I. . .uh, no.”

I said no to being a virgin, and that was true, but she was sure as hell doing her best at making me feel like one. I’d slept with several other girls, but five of those girls were just drunk one night stands where I was lucky they hadn’t ended up Pregnant and knocking on my door.