A Mothers Lust Pt 04

Jackie's birthday celebrations with her sister

This part runs parallel to Part 3, but follows the afternoon of Jackie's birthday from her point of view before merging back into a single timeline. I should warn you, this story contains lesbian action between sisters, including some anal play. As ever; All sex acts, be they described herein, or otherwise alluded to, took place when the participants were over the age of eighteen.

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Leaving Steve, her son, with a throbbing erection and a pile of her sex encrusted panties to launder, Jackie climbed into her car. Despite all the fucking she'd indulged in with her son, the thought of an afternoon of sapphic pleasure with her sister, Christine, sent her pussy twitching with excitement.

During the twenty-minute drive, Jackie compared her two incestuous relationships. Living with her son left them free to indulge in sex as often as they wanted, whereas time with her sister was confined to those moments they could steal from their busy lives.

Last year they'd expected Christine's youngest, Kim, to leave for university, giving them more opportunities. Instead, Kim had opted for the nearby Drama College and continued to live at home. Then, six months ago, Steve's marriage had failed, forcing him to move back in with Jackie. As a result, the sisters sexual activities had been severely curtailed.

Jackie parked behind Mancini's Restaurant and pondered what, if anything, she should tell Christine about fucking her son. She looked down at the sapphire ring, a birthday gift from Steve. It looked good against her wedding band but people may assume it to be from her dead husband. The precious gift had been placed there when she and Steve were playing husband and wife. Now they were back to being mother and son she wanted the gift to be seen and commented on. Before heading in, the ring got swapped to the third finger of her right hand.

Waiting inside was Christine, wearing a wraparound dress which emphasised her hourglass figure and showcased her impressive cleavage. Getting up, she pulled Jackie into a breast crushing hug.

"Happy Birthday, Sis," said Christine, planting a kiss on Jackie's lips which, despite its brevity, sent a tingle to both their pussies.

Jackie pulled her sister closer, mashing their pubic mounds. "Thank you, Chris. Have you been waiting long?"

Christine flashed her eyes. "Here, just five minutes, but much longer for a chance to go 'shopping'." ('Shopping' being their codeword for a sexual encounter.)

"I'm more sorry for the latter," Jackie apologised.

"Yes, well, let's not dwell on that. Today's your birthday, and I plan on making it a memorable one."

They broke the hug, each brushing a hand across the other's ass before sitting at their favourite table.

Jackie smiled and flashed her sister the new ring.

"Wow. Is that real?"

"Sapphire and diamonds on a platinum band."

Christine grabbed the hand for a closer look. "Been spoiling yourself?"

Jackie looked hurt. "It was a birthday gift from Steve."

"Your Steve? I thought he was broke?"

"It's one ring, Chris, and it's not as if he's unemployed."

"Did it come in a box?"

Jackie was beginning to feel peeved. "No, it fell out of a cracker. Of course it came in a box."

Christine squeezed her sister's hand. "Sorry Kie, I wasn't casting aspersions, I just wondered where he got it."

Unable to stay mad at her sister, Jackie relaxed. "The box said, Richard Aber... something-or-other?"

"Richard Abernathy?" Christine asked, her eyes growing wide in surprise.

"Yes, that's it."

"What did Steve do?"

"Do?" Jackie asked, trying not to think of any of the many things her son had done to her body.

Christine drew a breath. "Abernathy is an artisan jeweller, and his work does not come cheap. It's where wives send husbands when they've messed up big time and need to do some serious apologising."

"By buying them a ring?"

"Ring, earrings, bracelet, necklace, or a combination of all four. Depends on the depth of hole the husband is trying to get out of."

"Except Steve isn't my husband, he's my son." Jackie added a laugh to cover the lack of distinction their fucking made.

"Well, he's hardly your boyfriend, and they make up the rest of Abernathy's clients," retorted Christine.

Jackie frowned. "What do boyfriends have to apologise for?"

"Apart from the fact most are useless, nothing."

"Then why would they need to buy a ring?"

Christine's eyes rolled at her clueless sister. "To propose with, silly!"

The image of Steve on his knees, with the ring in his hands, flooded Jackie's mind. She struggled not to blush and failed.

Christine, aware she'd embarrassed her older sister, and on her birthday, changed tack. "The ring is beautiful, Kie, and Steve told me how much he appreciates what you've done for him. Taking you to the Yew Tree Restaurant for your birthday was a sign of that. You are lucky to have a son like Steve."

Jackie's expression morphed to one of a proud mother.

Before the conversation could resume, Giovanni, the owner, interjected. "Miss Jackie, Miss Christine. It is so nice to see you both."

"Thanks, Gio. Today's Jackie's birthday," replied Christine.

"But of course, but of course. Miss Jackie's is the end of the Summer, and yours, the start of Spring. Congratulations, Miss Jackie."

"Thank you, Gio."

Gio gave a bow, then straightened. "Dare I suggest one of our new dishes, or are you keeping to the usual."

"The usual, please," they replied in unison.

"My pleasure, ladies, and thank you," Giovanni replied before turning on his heels.

'The usual', when it came, consisted of one plate of clams, cooked in a white wine sauce and served on a bed of squid ink spaghetti. The other, a bowl of linguine, topped with a salsa cruda. All washed down with a glass of prosecco. By habit, the sisters would feed each other from their plate. Any who noticed, Giovanni was one, would think nothing beyond the cuteness of two sisters sharing their food.

As the meal progressed, Jackie noticed her sister had downed the prosecco and was well ahead on eating her share. "What's the rush, Chris?"

"Sorry, Kie. Kim's gone to see some friends but couldn't confirm when she'd be back, so we're on the clock."

"Oh, Chris. What if she comes back too early?"

"She's in the habit of phoning, so we'll get advance notice."

"Are you sure she won't forget to call?"

Christine chuckled. "Not my Kim, she's good like that. Now if it were Charlotte, that girl can be a scatterbrain. Remember the time she came home unexpected and caught you in the shower."

"And you were naked in bed, still recovering."

Christine cringed at the memory. "To explain, you told her I'd been ill after drinking too much wine. She still tells the story of how I got drunk during the day and was sick over you. She never realised there was no vomit on your clothing."

"How is Charlotte doing?"

"She's doing well in her job and dating the boss's son, but no sign of them getting serious and I worry he thinks of her as just a piece of office fluff."

Jackie reached across and squeezed her sister's hand. "I wouldn't worry too much, Chris. My Steve was married at her age, and that turned to crap. Let her take all the time she needs."

"Talking of Steve. Has he started to date?"

"Not yet, but only today I made it clear he can't stay with me for the rest of his natural."

"Not that I'm wishing you gone, Kie, but won't it be you that expires first?"

"I guess, but Steve needs to move on with his life, find someone new."

"You want to become a grandmother."

Jackie almost squealed at the thought. "So much, but I'm worried that cow of an ex-wife has made him wary of commitment."

They finished their meal in relative silence, brushing knees and feet under the table in anticipation of what was to come. Christine did wonder if now would be the time for Charlotte's adolescent crush on Steve to bear fruit, and Jackie was torn between having her son as a lover, and the grandchild she longed for.

Christine settled the bill and they left the restaurant to calls of Happy Birthday from Giovanni and his staff.

"Where's your car, Chris?" asked Jackie as they got to hers.

"It's more Kim's car these days. She dropped me off, so I'm coming with you."

"No problem, but as it's my birthday, shouldn't I be the one who's cumming?"

Christine laughed. "Open the damn car and let's go. I promise you'll do plenty of cumming."

Jackie was halfway across the car park before her sister had fastened the seat belt. At the road, she paused and glanced across. Christine had pulled the belt tight between her breasts and placed both hands in her lap. Having gained Jackie's attention, she unwrapped the dress to reveal dark stockings and suspenders.

"Panties?" asked Jackie.

"Of course," laughed Christine, flipping the gap wide to reveal a crotch covered in black lace. "I wasn't going to risk leaving a damp spot on Giovanni's seat, like the one you did when it was my birthday. Is that why you wore jeans today?"

Jackie joined the laughter rather than confess the jeans had been her son's choice.

Christine pulled the dress back into place to allow her sister to focus on driving. On arriving at the house they maintained an air of decorum until inside the front door.

Desperate to get started, Christine dropped her bag to the floor, spilling its contents. Ignoring the mess she pinned her sister to the wall, pushed her tongue into her mouth, and set about undoing the snug fitting jeans.

Jackie had an easier time and just slipped loose the tie keeping Christine's wraparound dress closed. She grabbed at her ass with one hand and pushed the other down the front of the black panties, driving two fingers between the hot moist folds of a cunt in heat.

"Urgh," exclaimed Christine at the long overdue intrusion.

Taking advantage of the distraction, Jackie slid to her knees, yanked the black panties to Christine's ankles, and then planted a kiss on her mons. Her sister's knees buckled and Jackie followed her to the floor. She pulled the heels from her stockinged feet and removed the panties.

Now, with unfettered access, Jackie spread Christine's pussy, buried her face deep into the folds and lapped at the sweet nectar, nuzzling her clit when she started to buck.

Locking tight to the only pussy she'd ever tasted, Jackie sucked on Christine's throbbing button like a tiny cock, pushing her orgasm ever higher.

"Unuff," cried Christine through gritted teeth.

"Nuh-uh," refused Jackie in a muffled voice.

Christine continued to buck, her huge tits jiggling in unison. When a fresh wave of orgasms surged through her body, she clamped her thighs tight to her sister's head. Only the need to breathe got Jackie to break off the assault, leaving Christine's cunt a pulsating mess.

"Fuck, Kie," panted Christine. "I thought it was your birthday, not mine. I can't remember when I last came so hard."

Jackie, her face wet with sisterly cunt juice, gave Christine a wide grin. "You know how much I love to eat you out, so I'm counting that as your present to me."

Getting to her feet, Jackie helped her sister to stand and, knowing the thrill Christine got from tasting her own cum, kissed her deeply. Together they mounted the stairs. Once inside, Jackie closed the bedroom door and pushed her sister's wide open dress from her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. She then removed the bra and buried her face in Christine's pillowy tits.

Despite the thrill of having her funbags played with, Christine pulled away and began to lift Jackie's sweater over her head. Leaving her sister's face smothered, she stopped to run a hand over the sheer grey fabric covering Jackie's breasts.

"New bra, I see? Was this also a present from Steve?"

"And why would Steve think buying me a bra was appropriate?" deflected Jackie as she finished removing the sweater.

"Just teasing, Kie," laughed Christine.

Jackie undid her jeans and rolled them down to reveal the matching grey panties and it was Christine's turn to drop to her knees.

"I see you got the full set. They look so sexy."

"They feel sexy," added Jackie.

Christine kissed her sister just above the panties. "What's that fragrance on your body?"

Jackie took a sniff of her upper arm and was transported back to this morning, and the hotel bathroom following her night of passion with Steve. "It's, er, a different shower gel to my usual one. Like it?"

"Hmm? Smells a bit manly. I thought maybe you'd used Steve's by accident."

"Oh, maybe that's it," agreed Jackie, hoping to dodge any further questions.

She needn't have worried as Christine planted a kiss on the panties and nuzzled her pussy.

The image of Steve doing the same flooded Jackie's mind and she recalled her promise to let him know when the sisters were about to get busy.

"Just need to pee," she cried, pulling the jeans back up and making a swift exit.

Inside the bathroom, Jackie took out her phone and, in case her sister heard, turned down the volume before calling the house. She ended the call after the fourth ring and felt her cunt throb at the thought of Steve jacking off to the image of her and her sister's naked bodies as they fucked.

Being in the bathroom triggered the urge to pee. Jackie pushed her jeans and panties to the floor, sat on the toilet and let loose a hot stream. A shudder ran through her as the flow came to a halt. She dabbed away the dribble, stepped out of the jeans and panties, then flushed the toilet and washed her hands before exiting the bathroom naked, except for her bra.

Returning to the bedroom, Jackie found Christine laying on the bed, stocking covered legs spread wide. With her sister watching, Christine ran a hand over her mound, pushed a finger deep into her waiting cunt and arched in self pleasure.

On seeing Jackie's uncovered crotch, Christine moved onto her knees and crawled to the end of the bed for a closer look. "Fuck, Kie, you've shaved yourself bald, not even a landing strip."

Jackie spread her legs to give a better view. "It was a bit of a jungle down there and I got carried away."

Christine ran a hand over the smooth flesh before fingering Jackie's pussy lips. "I'm betting it tastes as good as it looks. Get yourself down here and let me find out."

Jackie pulled the grey panties from behind her back. "I just wondered if you might like to feel these against your skin."

Throwing herself flat, Christine raised her feet in reply. Jackie slipped the panties onto her sister's stocking covered legs and eased them up. Christine lifted her ass and felt the now shared panties get pulled tight against her pussy.

"How's that?" asked Jackie, pushing the soft fabric into the folds of her sister's cunt and rubbing at her clit.

"Oh, fuck yes," cried Christine.

Leaving her fingers in place, Jackie climbed onto the bed where Christine sank two fingers into her sister's hairless slit as they mashed together their open mouths. Not to be outdone, Jackie slipped a hand under the shared panties and slid three fingers between the soaking wet flaps of her sister's cunt. Christine covered the panties with her free hand and pushed her sibling's fingers deeper still.

With mouths clamped, they tongue wrestled and finger fucked, rekindling their lust for each other. Jackie added the image of her naked son, cock in hand, watching as his mother and aunt pleasured themselves. Unaware of this, Christine was taken by surprise when Jackie started to cum, and cum hard, after only a minute or so.

The thrill of feeling her sister explode on her hand renewed Christine's orgasm, and together they soared over cresting waves of multiple climaxes. Despite not enough air getting through to their lungs, neither would concede defeat as fingers fought pussy for supremacy.

With buckets of fluid gushing from overworked cunts, each sister pushed the other's orgasm ever higher, sending intense sensations to the pleasure centres of their brains. Breathing hard, and with bodies covered in beads of sweat, they finally disengaged and called it a draw. Twin pussies continued to pulsate in the aftermath, Jackie's even lulling her to sleep.

Christine eased herself up to admire her sister's dozing body and noticed the blissed-out expression.

"We should be doing this more often," she whispered, tracing a finger around one of Jackie's still bra covered nipples.

Jackie mumbled a response before dropping back off. Christine, still smiling, rolled from the bed and padded into the bathroom.

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The impact of a damp bath towel hitting her full in the face brought Jackie back to the here and now.

"What the fuck? Chris," she cried, pulling the towel from her face and blinking against the afternoon sunlight which streamed through the window.

Christine stood in the doorway, naked, a glass of white wine in her hand. "Don't you get enough sleep at home, Kie?"

Jackie bit her lip to stop from confessing her son's cock was responsible. "Um. How long have I been out?"

"Long enough for me to shower, and alone I might add. Plus this is my second glass of wine."

"Sorry, Chris, maybe I am showing my age."

"I hope you're not saying we're done for the day. Because we've yet to sixty-nine, and you haven't had your birthday ass fucking yet."

Jackie's ass twitched in memory of the very fine ass fuck Steve had given her only last night. "I'm far from done," she assured her sister. "But could we maybe give the ass fucking a miss?"

Christine took a gulp of wine to hide her surprise. "Okay, it is your birthday after all, so what would you like to do?"

"Seeing as you've showered, mind if I take one?"

"No way, big Sis. I want to taste those juices we set free."

"But you're all squeaky clean."

"That's as maybe, but you've eaten my pussy, it's my turn to eat yours," replied Christine. She stepped forward, handed the glass of wine to her sister, and climbed onto the bed.

Jackie sat up, took a sip of the wine and spread her legs. Christine grabbed a spare pillow, pushed it under her sister's lower back, then planted her face in front of Jackie's bald cunt.

"Heck of a job you've done," she observed.

"Did it in the bath yesterday, took longer than I thought."

"What does it feel like to be completely hairless?"

"Suck it and see" giggled Jackie, humping her pussy closer to her sister's lips.

Christine planted kisses onto the naked flesh before letting her tongue roam over the smooth expanse, avoiding the slit and clit she so wanted to lick and suck.

Millimetre by millimetre she edged closer to the prize, lips making the lightest of contact with Jackie's eager pussy, and coming within a hair's breadth of sucking on her clit, which was screaming for attention.

Jackie fought the urge to pull her sister's face hard into her cunt and have it sucked and tongued to heaven. Something she knew Steve, her son, would be doing by now. But that was the difference between being licked by a woman. A man might know where all the triggers were, but only a woman knew what every little touch felt like.

As she teased her sister's cunt, Christine fingered her own pussy and contemplated switching to a sixty-nine. Instead, she continued to give Jackie a slow build to the series of birthday orgasms she knew her sister loved.

By the time Christine's lips and tongue were fully engaged with Jackie's pussy, the sisters had relaxed enough to enjoy themselves without bucking their bodies like wild animals. Jackie tried to banish the memories of fucking her son, but that shifted her attention to the sensations flowing through her pussy. She drained the wine glass and placed it on the bedside table.

"Climb up here where I can suck on your clit," she demanded, tugging on Christine's upper arm.