Spending a holiday at my brother's home with him and his wife Marjorie, has turned out to be one of the best decisions I've made in a long time. I'm having the time of my life. My break has given me the opportunity to switch-off from the stresses of business, and in my escape, I have found time to relax and reminisce.
The vivid recollection of being caught by mum on that wonderful morning back in the 1980's, when my brother and I were enjoying a hot, steamy fuck on her and Dad's bed, surrounded by their personal belongings and private photographs. She appeared both angry and shocked at our antics. I remember, then as now, I was super hot and horny. As I continue with my memories of that magical day, my clit is tingling. The day that mother gifted me her pink vibrator.
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I remember Robert rolling off of me onto his back to face mum, his hard wet cock sprung into view leaving my flower and wet petals exposed. Robert lifted one of dad's porno magazines to cover his throbber, which, not being quite large enough, allowed his slimy helmet to remain in view. I pulled one of the bed pillows to cover my pink, wet love.
Mum lifted her hand and covered her open mouth. Her expression changed to one of scolding curiosity as she asked, 'What have I brought you kids up to think? What on earth are you doing?' Robert and I looked at each other then back to mum. Robert being afraid to speak, I replied, 'We found your pics mum, they were so beautiful Robert and I got turned on and carried away.'
'Carried away? My goodness, brothers and sisters shouldn't be getting carried away, so much so, that they have sex with each other.' mum replied.
'But mum, you looked like you were enjoying it so much in the photographs, we thought it wouldn't do any harm to find out how wonderful it was.' I replied, somehow trying to justify the event.
Mum unbuttoned her suit jacket, removed it and stepped forward, placing it over the dressing table chair. Her dark blue bra, visible through her tight white blouse, her breast were heaving as she regained her breath from her initial shock of the scene she had stumbled upon. The high waistband of her skirt wrapped her midriff snuggly, accentuating the shape of her breasts above and the curves of her hips below. Even though angry, our mother had an air of grace and beauty about her. The dark blue pencil skirt, nylons and stiletto heeled, leather shoes created a business like, controlling confidence to her appearance.
She spoke again, 'Lucy darling, you and your brother shouldn't be experimenting with sex like this, it's crazy, and both of you kids should not be searching through the belongings of your father and I. This is so embarrassing. Your father had better not find out about all of this. As for finding out about sex... '
My mother looked around the bed at the scattered mess of photographs, clothing, magazines and toys that Robert and I lay across, before she approached and lifted the pink vibrator. She held it up to view, before running it under her nose with a sniff.
Staring directly toward me, she asked, 'Have you been using my vibrator?...' She switched her view to Robert, '... or was it you, using it on your little sister you filthy boy'. There was a strange quiet settled over the room as mum's eyes slowly wandered to the magazine covering Robert's crotch. I turned to follow her gaze, her eyes fixed on the visible shinning plum of his dickie. Robert's cock was alive and twitching beneath the magazine. Little pulses caused the pages to rise and fall as his pleasure tool throbbed beneath.
The atmosphere now having changed to one of relaxed calm, mum spoke, this time softly, 'I would suggest you remove your father's magazine from that sticky thing of yours young man, we don't want the pages sticking together, or your dad will know something has been going on'. My brother removed the magazine and covered himself with both hands.
Without shifting her view from his lower region, mum asked a question direct of Robert, 'Do you think you'll be able to clean some of this mess up for me?' Robert nodded. Mum knelt onto the bed and shuffled closer then offered him the vibrator. As he reached to receive the toy with one hand, mom said the craziest thing, 'I want you to start by licking this clean for me. And I want you to use both hands when you do it.' I was enthralled, not sure whether this was intended as a punishment or for her pleasure.
Robert submissively obeyed and gripped the 'vibe' with both hands and slowly placed it to his mouth. His tongue snaked out and tickled the plastic tip before inviting the the shaft inward. He commenced with a mouth sucking, blow job giving, action. It was weirdly exciting to watch. He gazed at mum as she fixed her stare to his bobbing, throbbing hard-on. Mum reached forward with fingers flat and began to gently stroke Robert's hairy balls, caressing them in a manner you would a friendly family pet. He reacted, lifting his pelvis forward, willing mum to take the cock in her hand.
I was also willing mum to take his cock. This was the most arousing thing I'd ever seen. Mum touching my brother, her own son's manhood. As if by power of our thought, mum clasped Robert's shaft and slowly wanked his foreskin up and down with her slender fingers. Raising her view toward his face, mum smiled and whispered, 'Robert, be a good boy and let your sister help you clean mummy's vibrator.' She turned toward me and nodded gently, knowing instinctively that I would open my mouth to her suggestion.
Robert withdrew the vibro from his own mouth and placed it to the 'O' of my waiting lips. I sucked hard, the act pleasing both mum and brother. Mum carefully removed the pillow from the grip between my legs. I allowed my legs to part wide at the knees as her free hand began petting my muff, just as she had Robert's balls. Like Robert, I rotated my pelvis, longing for mum's fingers. She responded, one handedly holding the panty gusset to the side, then slipping two fingers inside of me whilst working my joy button with her thumb. Mum was now fingering me and wanking my brother in unison. We looked to each other with sexy desire.
Mum halted her playing and sat back onto her haunches to view her aroused son and daughter. I continued to suck on the pink toy.
'Do you like that toy darling?' She asked. I nodded. Mum stepped back off the bed turning toward her side and taking hold of the zip on her pencil skirt. She looked toward me and invited, 'Come and help me out of this skirt dear.' I jumped from the bed and sidled up to her, still holding 'Pinky' the vibrator as I moved to assist. I fumbled awkwardly with the catch on the skirt before freeing it and unzipping downward. Mum shook her hips and her skirt fell to the floor. She was unfastening her blouse as the skirt dropped, removing it and casting it aside. I shifted to mum's side, allowing Robert a clear view of our beautiful mother. She was stunning in her royal blue nylons, bra & panties and suspender set, standing tall in her heels. Her legs were trim and luscious, enhanced by her fully fashioned nylons. She was even more tantalising than in her photographs. I was filled with adoration.
She took hold of my hand and pointed innocently toward Robert's erection. 'I think your brother is still a little excited Lucy honey.' This softly spoken, suggestive comment from mum, indicated that more sexy wild fun lay ahead. I was trembling in horny anticipation of mum's next suggestion.
In preparation to her next move, mum released my hand again and turned to her dressing table and studied herself in the mirror. Lifting her red lipstick, she puckered and applied some of the bright red gloss to her lips. She teased her hair a little and rotated her head from side to side checking her profile and make up. Leaving her copper toned eyeliner as is, she applied a little of her dark mascara to her eyelashes, accentuating her beautiful, glowing, green eyes.
I squinted toward my brother to gauge his reaction to our mum preening herself. I came to notice that he had returned to wanking his engorged cock in a contemplative rhythm. He was staring at mum's rounded buttocks and the brief, blue, silky knickers that divided them. Mum was stealing glances toward the reflection of Robert's cock-play as she attended to her appearance. A dark wet spot had appeared on the gusset of her panties signalling her approval of Robert's activity.
Turning her attention back toward me, she reached out and taking hold, raised my hands in hers. 'Let me look at my beautiful girl.' she whispered before adding, 'Does my little Lucy really think mum looks beautiful in these photographs?' Her aura of sexual prowess was overwhelming. At this very moment, I shared this same feeling, like mother like daughter. As I nodded, I knew my mother had gifted me her love of sex.
She turned to view Robert, 'Are you excited by your mummy and sister darling?' She asked. She snaked her hand around my waist, and we posed, our legs elegant on our heels, myself in mum's pink nylons, panties and Basque and mum in her designer dark blue lingerie. She turned to face me and kissed my lips lightly. Then she suggested with a whisper to my ear, 'Why don't you show Robert and I how a beautiful girl can entertain and capture a boys heart using that little pink vibrator sweetie?'
I was suddenly put on the spot, but loving to dance and perform for an audience, I began swaying rhythmically and caressing the length of my plastic plaything with my fingers. As I moved, I kissed and caressed the sweet phallus, rubbing it over my bare arms and tickling my tits with it. Mum slowly walked around the bed and seated herself beside Robert, he turned to her and they kissed lovingly. My mother then manoeuvred Robert's head back to face toward me as I continued my sexy dance routine. I lowered and raised and twisted my body, shaking my hips and occasionally kicking out my high heeled foot, dancing to an imaginary tune. I continued caressing my thighs and body with the dildo.
Mum had taken hold of Robert's standing soldier, he straightened and stretched his legs, allowing his arms to fall by his side. Mum was carefully and skilfully wanking him, using her experienced touch. She was gently 'ooh-ing' and 'ahh-ing' and shifting her gaze from his fixed stare to my erotic dance and back.
I couldn't believe all that was happening, it was like some crazy, perverse, fantasy dream come true. I was loving performing for them both. My wetness increased. I lowered my hips toward my plastic prick, which I now held between my legs, my cunny meeting the tip, then sliding on to it easily. I began fucking myself in an open legged stance for the arousal of my audience. My legs trembled and I whimpered, 'Oh, mom, I'm a dirty brother fucker and I love his hot cock.' I could feel tears of pleasure as I fucked myself, "Oh, Oh, I've been such a naughty girl but I love cock and I need more.'
Robert was bucking to the vision before him. Mum must have sensed that he was going to cum. She held his head, planted her lips to his, performing a wet and hard French kiss on his lips, their tongues wrestled. She increased the pace of her tugging on Robert's love rocket, igniting an explosion of delight. Ropes of spunk flew forth and splashes of slippery goo landed on his rippling tummy. His second orgasm of the morning, and only in the space of half an hour or so. I could feel a hot wave of excitement rush through my body, I spasmed and almost simultaneously, came again. 'Oh fuck! I've CUUMMMM' I squealed,
It was incredible, the room was filled with a heady aroma from our mixed, secreted sexual fluids, the sweet scent of mother's perfume and my brother's sexy man musk.
Mum, freeing herself from the kiss, purred in elation. She quickly wriggled her way down Robert's hunky chest to his abdomen. Like a cat, she licked at the spilled pool of cum. An insatiable sexy feline, drinking her offering of love milk. Withdrawing the pink toy prick from my pussy, I sank to the bed to join mum and began licking with her from my brother's salty puddle.
