Sam was still sleeping when I woke up later that evening, snoring slightly in contented slumber. She must have rolled around, because she was lying on her back, and from my bed I could see her mounds of flesh rising and falling with each sleepy breath. I stood up, and saw that she was still crusty in parts of her I'd covered with my seed. She looked completely owned by me.
It was all really a lot to process. Watching her masturbate, hearing her groan for me, and call me by name. I know she told me not to take anything she said seriously, but I couldn't help but wonder if she really wanted me to fuck her. So much had changed over the last few days that I was stuck questioning every thought I had about Sam. Maybe she was just as horny and perverted as I was. Maybe she wanted me as badly as I had grown to want her. I kept hearing her moan my name, and I was growing hard again at the recollection of how sexy she'd sounded, how hot she looked getting sprayed with a big load of my come. I thought about jacking off on her while she slept, since she was already covered in me, but didn't want to risk waking her up.
I realized I hadn't eaten since breakfast when my stomach growled loudly enough to remind me that more than just sexual appetites need to be fulfilled, and strode out into the kitchen nursing a half-chub.
I rounded the corner and stopped dead in my tracks. I was confronted with the sight of my mother, back to me, bent over at the waist and looking for a bottle on the bottom shelf of the wine rack. Her pose was at once intimately sexual and perfectly natural; she had the relaxed posture of someone totally at ease, and at the same time her deep bend presented her ass perfectly for my viewing pleasure, with just the faintest exposure of her swollen-looking lips peeking from between her legs. My half-chub immediately started growing as my mind filled with impure thoughts too quickly for me to even be able to process them.
My Mom instantly popped up, fresh bottle in hand, and turned around. She wasn't expecting to see me, and certainly not standing so close to her. She started, made a shocked noise, and nearly dropped the bottle.
"Jesus Christ," she said, breathing shallowly, "You scared me, Chris. I didn't think anyone else was up."
"Me neither," I said, "I just came out to get something to eat."
"Do you want me to make you something?"
"No thanks," I said, "I'll get it."
"Well I could use a glass of wine," Mom said, "Will you have one with me? I hate drinking alone."
"Sure." She got two glasses form the cupboard.
"I have a killer headache," she said, "I think I'm a little too old for day drinking anymore."
"Cutting the headache with wine?"
"What was it Sam said?" Mom asked, "'Hair of the dog'? If it works for Sam, it's got to work for me."
"I don't think you're too old anyways," I said, rummaging in the pantry, "Maybe just a little out of practice. If you get back in the habit, I'm sure you'll be just as great as anyone my age."
I grabbed a can of pasta to warm on the stove, but when I turned around I ran face to face with my Mom. I bumped into her (erection-first) as she was standing waiting to offer me my glass. I felt the wine spilling over my chest and splashing on my feet.
"Oops," Mom said, turning away instantly and scurrying towards the paper towels. She ripped off a few sheets and turned back to me, dabbing at wet spots on her chest and tummy. Then her arms suddenly darted to cover her, one across her chest and the other down between her legs.
"Jeez," she said, "It felt so natural that I almost forgot I wasn't wearing any clothes."
"I think it's probably okay, Mom," I said. I stood before her, just as naked as she was, and I spread my arms out at my sides. She looked at me in earnest, and as her eyes did a total tour of my body my erection throbbed and bounced as her glance passed over it.
"Well," she said, "If you're not shy, then I guess there's no reason I should be either." Her arms dropped from cover, and she resumed dabbing at the wine stains on her body. Then she tossed the paper towel in the trash, grabbed a few more sheets, and said, "Here, let me get you."
Without a second of hesitation she stepped forward and started dabbing the paper towel on the wine stains on my body, occasionally rubbing parts of my chest or my stomach as she cleaned me up. Gradually, her napkin was approaching my still-stiff cock, also a little covered in wine.
"Jesus," she said, dabbing just around the base of my member, "Do you always wake up with a hard-on, or what?"
"No," I said, "Not always."
"Just this time?"
"Nope," I said, "This one's from excitement."
"What excitement?"
"Surprise, you know. Wake up and it's quiet, go to get some food, and then BAM! Sexy-ass naked woman bent over right in front of me."
"This is from me?" Mom asked, lightly stroking my erection through the damp paper towel.
"Yeah, sorry," I said, "Like I told you, it's kind of got a mind of its own."
"Don't be sorry," Mom said, "It's okay. I don't mind. To be honest, it's kind of flattering. There's not too many times I get called a 'sexy-ass naked woman' these days. I'm glad it likes what it sees." Then without warning, she dropped to her knees, and sat straight in front of my pulsing cock. She reached up with her free hand and grabbed it by the top, barehanded, and lifted it straight up. She leaned into it so close I could feel her breath on it. Then I felt her gently dabbing its underside and balls with her little wet napkin.
"Just making sure it's clean," she said, looking up at me and smilingly mischievously. "Wouldn't want to leave any stains on it."
"It's clean, I think," I said, "Just still a little sticky."
"Hmmm," Mom said.
Then without any warning or hesitation, she put me in her mouth. She sucked me greedily. First she swabbed my head round with her tongue before sealing her lips round the shaft and running its length once, twice, three times, before suddenly she withdrew.
"I'm sorry," she said, "I'm really sorry."
"No, Mom, it's okay."
"It's been a really long time for me and I just let things get way way out of hand. I shouldn't have done that. I'm really sorry." Even while she was talking, her hand was still gently gripping my penis.
"It's okay, Mom." I said, "I don't mind. This isn't bad." She sighed and sounded on the verge of tears.
"It's been so long for me," she said, "I can't remember the last time I've even seen an erection, let alone one so thick and hard. I couldn't believe it when I saw you earlier today. I felt like a giddy schoolgirl, desperate for that first taste. I couldn't get it out of my mind all day. I haven't been this horny in years."
"It's okay Mom," I said, "It's natural."
"And then it felt so good to hear I turned you on," she went on, "I felt so sexy, knowing I could do this to a man. I couldn't help myself. I'm a monster, horny for my own son's cock."
"You're not a monster."
"I need to get out of my head," she said, "I just need to get this out of my head."
"You've tried masturbating?"
"Almost constantly! But then my hands feel so lonely, and dildos are so lifeless. And of course your father's no help either."
"I heard." Mom looked up at me, the storm of internal conflict briefly fleeing from her eyes.
"Your sister's got such a big mouth on her," she said.
"She does," I agreed knowingly.
"But you don't, do you?" Mom continued, "You can keep a secret?"
"Um, I think so," I said, "Why?" Mom commenced absently stroking me again, napkin fallen and long forgotten, and I could still feel the wet spit she left on my cock lubricating her strokes.
"I just need to get this out of my head," she said, "No one can ever know. But if it's alright with you, I really need to feel this inside me."
"You want me to fuck you?"
"I want to feel this!" she said loudly, stroking more aggressively now. "I need it. I need to feel anything, and this is just the biggest and thickest I've ever seen and it's you so I'm comfortable with you and knowing no one would ever know." She kissed my cock, just on the head and very gently. "I just need this. I need it so badly. Worse than anything in my life right now."
"Mom," I said, and I meant to object but my Mom had raised my cock again and was now gently sucking on my balls, one at a time. "Okay. I can help you."
She released my ball from her mouth and dragged her tongue all the way up the bottom of my shaft to the head again, popped it inside for another quick run of her lips up and down the shaft before letting it fall free.
"Yeah," she said greedily. I could almost feel how hungry for my cock she was, but my thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the shower turning on.
"It'll have to be quick though," I said, "It sounds like Sam's up."
"Hmmm," she pondered, her hand gently bouncing my erection on her face. It was especially erotic. "No," she said.
"No?"
"No," she said again, "If I'm going to get to test drive this, it's not going to be quick."
"Okay," I said.
"We'll just handle this for now," she said, still playing with my cock, "And you can save me for later."
Without another word she dove deep on my dick, lips tightening, tongue swirling, her chest heaving, head bobbing, whole world slipping away. I could barely form a thought but I remember somehow thinking that my Mom sucked dick like a pro. Each time she bobbed, my cock got just a little deeper in her throat til I could feel I was hitting the back of it, and still my Mom never gagged even once. My eyeballs were doing donuts in their sockets. Every so often she let my head slip out, always with a popping noise from how tight her lips gripped me. She'd stroke me up and down while gently sucking my balls, first one and then the other. She'd let them dangle in her mouth, and bounce them lightly on her tongue, before immediately licking and kissing her way back up the shaft to start sucking all over again.
I don't know how long I lasted, but it couldn't have been very long because before I knew it I was shooting my load deep into her throat, and all the while she's sucking me in still deeper and moaning with pleasure in between her swallows. Not a drop of come was wasted, and my Mom continued sucking me gentler and gentler while I grew soft in her mouth. She was just draining the last drops when we heard the shower turn off.
It's a good thing my Mom kept her head about her, because I was still too paralyzed with bliss to move, and even if I wasn't, my legs were tingling and wobbly and I couldn't have done anything anyways. But quick as a whistle, Mom disappeared from between my legs and was back at the kitchen counter in an instant. My head rolled over and I saw Sam emerge from the bathroom, drying her hair with a towel but otherwise completely naked. Her breasts swayed as she walked, and my eyes latched on to them directly. My mouth was already hanging open from my blissful blowjob, and I must have looked quite the fool staring at my sister's rack with my jaw hanging down to my shoulder. Sam laughed. Her breasts jiggled even more.
