The trouble with Tess 2

Things really opened up between mom and I after that first encounter. I think one of my most memorable experiences after that first day came pretty much the next time. We were both out in the open now about wanting to fuck each other and at the same time trying like hell to get my drunk sister to either sober up, shut the hell up, or move out. On my next weekend day mom came home from work and I had slept in, mom didn’t say anything she just started reprising our first time. She woke me up by being totally naked and sliding the covers off of me. Then she mounted me and again sandwiched my cock between my belly and her pussy lips. Then as she started her hips in that fucking motion while sliding her slit up and down on my cock she began whispering to me. “Do you like what mommy is doing to you right now?” I whispered back “yes” then it was on with “does this make you want to slide your cock back up inside mommy?” so I whispered back “no” mom looked up at me since she had also been watching the motion of my cock slipping back and forth between her swollen pussy lips. Then I whispered to her “it makes me want to suck on those swollen pussy lips”

Mom looked at me with a look of pure lust. She began slowly walking on her knees up towards my face keeping her hairy brown slit open, she even reached down to pull back on her lips to open up and expose her clit hanging down. She continued with her whispering asking if this was what I wanted, did I want mommy to open up her slit for me? Did I want mommies slit in my face so that I could suckle on mommies slit? Do you want mommy to cunt fuck your mouth?
She finally got her musky slit up by my face and without hesitation mounted my face, I immediately started probing her hole with my tongue and sucking on her clit. Mom hunched forward and started thrusting into my mouth. She was so turned on by this that she barely lasted a minute and was twitching and gasping into my mouth.

The next big event happened about a month later, we had been trying all sorts of things to force my sister to face up to her problems. Including coming right out and telling her that we were doing things just to irrate her since she was turning into a worthless alcoholic. My sisters only response was to start demanding that I provide her with money. In proving her point to me she said that she knew mom wasn’t charging me rent and I had a job, so that meant that I could afford to pay her. When I told her that mom wasn’t charging her rent either so why shouldn’t she be paying me that only merited a snort. I finally had to tell her that she was nothing but a deadbeat bitch and that if she kept it up then the day that she lost her free digs would be coming sooner rather than later. That she obviously believed, not that it stopped her from being a bitter miserable fool.

Well mom told us in the middle of the week that she got a chance to work a double shift and that she’d be going in to work for the afternoon shift as well as nights. I knew from the way my sisters eyes beamed that this was bad news. She was planning some sort of pre-emptive strike against me. So on the appointed day I really didn’t want to go home. I headed for H.R. to talk to the lady in charge. Lady, well actually my age if not a little younger, but none the less she was the one that I had to talk to. I gave her a brief rundown of what I was able to talk about.