I woke up with a slightly foggy head. I could feel my semi hard cock resting between my twin sister Traci's firm ass cheeks. We had spent the night fucking (as usual) but had fallen asleep. This is something we dare not do since we lived with our mother. It would be a disaster if she walked in and found us.
"Traci," I whispered, shaking her shoulder. "Wake, up, we fell asleep and mom will be up soon."
"Wha. . . what time is it?" Traci said, sleep still making her groggy.
"Get up, it's almost seven and. . ." my bedroom door swung open at that point. "MOM!" I shouted.
"WHAT HAVE YOU TWO DONE?" Mom cried, her eyes as wide as saucers and her face a mask of shock.
"M m mom," I stammered, "I can explain," I lied in desperation.
"Incest can never be explained away," she spat. "You two have finally crossed the line." She turned on her heel and walked down the hall to her room. I heard her bedroom door slam.
"Well, Todd," Traci said quietly, snuggling up to me. "We have been talking about getting our own place."
From the time my sister and I began our sexual relationship we had planned to move out of our mother's house and get a place of our own. We both worked after school jobs and had saved enough money to cover the deposits on an apartment. We weren't sure we could handle the monthly bills though, not with minimum wage jobs. And, just starting college, that's about all we could expect.
"We can't afford to," I said. "We need to convince Mom to ignore this and let us stay."
Traci though for a moment. "Okay, big brother (I'm 2 minutes older) do you have a plan to do that?"
I smiled as I got out of bed, "as a matter of fact, I do. Let's talk about it in the shower."
With hot water spraying down on us and Traci sucking my cock, I briefed her on my plan. While I was fucking her in the ass, she asked questions. By the time we were rinsing off she had agreed that it stood a good chance of working.
Slowly, we dried each other off, then spruced up. Traci slipped on her robe, while I wrapped a large towel around my waist. Hand in hand, we walked down the hall to Mom's bedroom.
Outside her door I had expected to hear the sound of sobbing, instead I heard the soft moans of sexual gratification. "Mom's jerking off," I whispered to Traci.
Without knocking, I entered our mother's room. "Mom, I need. . . MOM!" I cried in a in what I thought was a fair semblance of shock and surprise.
Mom gasped and pulled the covers over her naked body, but not before I got a good look at her. Let me describe Mom. She's about 5'6" tall, long dark hair, blue eyes and a pair off 40DD tits. Her waist is about 28 and her hips about 38, maybe 40. Her flaring hips taper into strong, smooth thighs that I figure could break your neck if she wrapped them around you. To say she's built like a brick shit house would be a gross understatement. She has a body that would make a statue cum. I have wanted to fuck her since I was a high school freshman.
"GET OUT OF MY ROOM!" she shouted, holding the covers over her heaving tits.
"Bullshit!" I retorted. "You're in here fucking yourself with a plastic cock, but you curse Traci and I for falling asleep in the same bed." I caught my breath, "you're nothing but a fucking hypocrite." I could see tears welling up in Mom's eyes, but I had to press my advantage. "How long have you been jerking off like that? Since Pop died? Or was it before that?"
"Todd, son, you don't understand," she tried to respond.
"I understand all too well," I hurled the words at her as cruelly as I could, "you're nothing but a slut! A slut who will do anything to cum." "Tell me, mommy," I pressed on, "have we been eating cucumbers that have been up your ass, carrots that have been in your twat?"
Mom's body began shaking as her sobbing became more and more intense. For an instant I want to go to her and comfort her. I wanted to apologize to her, but I needed to be firm. This was a matter of survival, as well as seduction.
"Get up and get dressed. We'll be waiting for you in Traci's room," I said, firmly. "We need to talk."
Traci and I left the room and went down the hall. I could hear Mom weeping in her bedroom.
"Well," I said to my sister, "step one went better than I expected."
"Mom fucking herself with that vibe didn't hurt any," Traci answered, her hand inside her robe, caressing her luscious tits. "God, she looked hot."
"Did that turn you on?" I asked.
Traci nodded and continued playing with her breasts.
"Then the next hour or so should make you hotter than you've ever been."
Traci and I looked up at Mom standing in the doorway. Even though she'd been crying her eyes out, she still looked beautiful. She was dressed in a man style shirt and a knee length skirt. Nothing fancy, nothing that could be remotely though of as sexy.
I stood up, dropped the towel from my body and pulled Mom into the room.
"Get down on your knees," I ordered in my sternest voice.
Mom's eyes flashed, her nostrils flared, she was angry. "Just who the FUCK do you think you are young man?" Her eyes went to my growing cock.
Her face changed to a mask of shock and fear as my open palm struck her cheek. "I'm your new lord and fucking MASTER, that's who the fuck I am. Now get on your knees."
"No, I won't let you do this," Mom protested, what was happening now dawning on her. She backed away from me, toward the bedroom wall.
"Okay," I said, "we'll do it the hard way." I pressed her to the wall. "Take off your clothes," I put as much menace in my voice as I could.
"No! I'm not going to let you do this, it's wrong! It's as wrong as what you and your sister have been doing!"
Without a word, I reached up and grabbed Mom's shirt in both hands. "What Traci and I have been doing turned you on though." I hissed. "Now are you going to undress, or do I do it for you?"
"I'm not. . ." she began, but didn't finish. I ripped her shirt open and pulled it from her body.
I admired her magnificent tits, only partly concealed in a black satin demi bra. "Mighty sexy bra you have there Mom." I smiled, "take it off."
She understood that I was not joking and would not hesitate to rip all of her clothes off. She reached up and unfastened the front clasp, letting the bra fall away. As the small garment fell to the floor, Mom brought her hands up to conceal her quivering tits.
"How long have you and Traci been. . .?" she began.
"Fucking? Long enough," I answered.
I smiled, "now the skirt, and be quick about it."
"Todd, please," she begged, "don't do this to me. I'm your mother, this is wrong, it's evil."
"The skirt," I said calmly.
As Mom reached down to unzip her skirt, I saw that her nipples had become slightly erect. This was beginning to turn her on.
She pushed her skirt down her sleek thighs and let it fall to the floor. Mom was standing there wearing only a pair of black silk bikini panties.
"How long have you felt this way about me?" Mom asked, tears streaming down her cheeks.