SUMMARY:
Mom's tits leads to me being a cocksucker and bottom.
NOTE 1:
Thanks to Andy for telling me his story of his incestuous cocksucking past.
NOTE 2:
Thanks to Robert, Wayne and goamz86 for editing this story.
NOTE 3:
This is an April Fool's Day Contest Story because of the irony of how the main character became an eager cocksucker.
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MY BROTHER'S FUCK TOY...ME
This is the true story of how I ended up a submissive cocksucker and eventually bottom to my older brother...and it's all my Mom's fault.
Every night, for as long as I could remember, Mom would come and give my brother Johnny and I a goodnight kiss and hug. Although we were way too old for nightly hugs and kisses in theory, as Johnny was nineteen and in college and I was eighteen and in my senior year in high school, she continued to do it.
Even though it was all innocent in theory, just Mom being Mom, her impact on her two children was anything but. She always came in wearing a robe that barely held her milky 34C breasts (we both searched her room many times, so we knew exactly her breast size) in. Although the kiss was on the forehead, she seemed to linger there for just a few seconds, her ample white breasts just inches from our mouths, as tempting then as they had been when we were babies.
As soon as she left, both of us would secretly jerk off while fantasizing about more than just a goodnight kiss.
"God, I want to suck on those titties," Johnny groaned one night, a few seconds after Mom left.
"Who wouldn't?" I agreed, slyly stroking myself.
"I'm going to fuck her," Johnny declared.
I laughed, "Sure you are."
He flipped his sheets off, and continued stroking his cock, which was longer and thicker than mine, as he said, "Let's whack off together."
"What?" I asked, stopping stroking myself.
"Stop pretending you don't beat your meat every night thinking about Mom like I do," he accused.
"I thought I was being so sneaky," I joked, returning to stroking myself.
"Pull it out," he ordered.
"Really?" I asked, surprised by his more aggressive than usual behaviour.
"We are just two brothers with the same equipment," he rationalized.
That may be true but he had a lot more equipment than I did, which made me feel inadequate. Reluctantly, I sat up, flipped off my sheets and resumed pumping my cock.
After another minute, he got up, walked over to me and said, looking at my five plus inch cock, "At least you got the brains."
"Get that thing out of my face," I protested, pushing him away, his cock inches from my face.
Ignoring me, his dick directly in front of me, he continued, "Wouldn't it be great to suck on Mom's tits again? I bet if we got our mouths on those melons of hers, she would be begging to fuck us."
I laughed, even as I stared at his cock, and joked, "Yes, I bet Mom would beg you to fuck her."
"I'd shove my cock in her mouth and either come down her throat or all over her face or tits," he continued, furiously pumping his cock.
I pumped mine too, both because the vision of mom fucking us was hot as hell and undeniably because I was in awe of my brother's cock staring straight at me.
"Should I come all over her face?" Johnny grunted.
I couldn't stop staring at his large cock and I answered, barely processing the question, "Yes, you should coat her face with your cum."
"You want it all over your face, don't you?" He asked.
I'm not sure I realized he had changed the pronoun, but I answered, "God, yes."
Seconds later, I felt the surprisingly hot cum splatter my face. "Take it all," he grunted, as he literally coated my face with his cum.
Shamefully, the submissive nasty act turned me on immensely and I sprayed my own cum straight up in the air.
Once he was done coming, Johnny, didn't say a word, but instead returned to his bed, got under his covers and went to sleep.
I, meanwhile, sat frozen, my face sticky and dripping with my brother's cum, plus my own cum was everywhere.
Why had I let him do that?
Why did it turn me on?
Why didn't I freak out?
These and many other questions bounced around my head as I snuck out of our bedroom and to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, I couldn't believe how much cum was on my face. Shaking my head, I grabbed some Kleenex and, using at least eight, got all the cum off my face. After a thorough washing, I returned to bed and to the snores of my brother.
Next morning, I wanted to talk to him about it, but couldn't find the words to say and he acted as he always did...like I didn't exist. That night, as soon as Mom gave us our nightly hugs and kisses, he again flipped off his sheets, again walked over to me, and again started talking about Mom.
I protested, "Johnny, please don't do this."
Like he usually did regardless of the topic, he ignored me, instead talking about banging Mom, as he stroked his cock in front of me. "I'd love to tit fuck her. I bet Dad tit fucks her."
"Please, stop," I pleaded, even as I again stared at his big cock.
"Jerk off, too," he ordered, "I know you want to."
Of course, he was right. So figuring if you can't beat them, join them, I sat up, again my face was right in front of his cock, and began furiously whacking off.
"I mean, I bet Mom gives a mean blow job too," he continued, his big juicy cock seeming to draw me in.
"Yeah, I bet she does," I weakly agreed, as suddenly I wondered what it would be like to have his cock in my mouth.