Broen Bridget Learns Mom's Lust

Throbbing greets her as sentience returns. She's confused by the soreness of her body and the pounding in her head.

Then she remembers.

Oh God.

Roy.

Roy's cock.

Roy's glorious, undeniably amazing and incredibly satisfying, cock.

Bridget glances around her bedroom, unable to explain how she got there. She has no memory beyond multiple orgasms crashing into her and obliterating her mind. But she remembers his cock and she remembers fucking both her date and her brother.

Her date fled when she confronted him. Her brother did not. He just kept fucking her until her memory failed her. She supposes that she passed out at some point.

Roy must have carried me to bed, she thinks. Love blooms in her heart as she's grateful for the small concession. Bridget didn't want their Mom to find them together. It was almost unimaginable.

As though she'd been gifted with precognition, Bridget hears the back door slam as her mother leaves for work. She hears the sound of feet hitting the floor and the subsequent patter in the hallway. Her door slips open and Roy peeks inside. Their eyes meet and he nods awkwardly. He enters the room and closes the door behind him. He's naked, his massive dick swinging flaccidly between his powerful legs. After last night he isn't shy in the least. He slides into bed with Bridget, dissolving her body against him as he cushions her in a big spoon. His breath is hot against the back of her neck. She is very aware of the slab of sleeping meat sandwiched against her ass. She feels her pussy twitch in response. It knows this dick. It likes this dick.

"Hey," he whispers.

"Hey," she returns.

And it's done. That's all the acknowledgment they need.

"I'm glad you're not pissed," Roy says.

"I was for a moment, but then you kind of distracted me with some really good stuff."

"You liked it, didn't you."

A long pause, then, "Yes."

"I know. Your body doesn't lie. I've never fu... er, been with someone like you. The things you did..."

"Yeah," she yawns, stretching languidly, "I had a lot to work with." She slides a hand down to caress his junk. Roy melts into her.

"Keep doing that and we'll have another round."

"Hmm, maybe that's what I want?" She squeezes his balls and elicits a sharp gasp. "You weren't afraid of getting caught. Not one bit. What made you think you could be so bold with me Roy? I mean, you took a hell of a chance."

"Yeah, I wasn't really afraid. I had a pretty good sense that you'd be on board. Mom told me about catching you fucking that giant black dildo in her bedroom."

"She told you?!"

"Yeah. And that made me realize you're an even bigger slut than I thought."

She pretends to try to punch him, blushing with the recognition that he hit too close to the target.

"Wait, why would she tell you that?"

"Because I told her I wanted to fuck you."

Bridget is stunned. She doesn't know how to respond. Roy lets her twist on the hook and keeps silent. Finally she says, "You, what? Why in the world would you tell her that?"

"Because she asked me if I wanted to," he grins.

"Jesus Christ. Ok, now you're playing with me. Why Roy, why oh why would she ask you that?"

"Because she knows I've got a great dick and she wants me to share it with you."

"You didn't fuck Mom, did you?" she whispers, epiphany intersecting with reality.

Roy just smiles.

"Ohhh MOTHERFUCKER, you have a story to tell. Spill it!"

He nods. "I sure do. Let me tell you how it started. I'm dying to tell someone. No one in the entire world knows, well except Mom. So we have to go back a few months when you were away with Amanda. Remember that?" She nods. "Good, well I had the house to myself and I wanted to explore a little bit. And by explore, I mean my own body, not the house. I don't have to tell you that I'm not gay, but I discovered that my prostate fuckin' slays and if I combine ass play with jerking off I lose my mind every single time. Please don't judge because right now we're dealing with some heavy duty shit and I'm trying to be as frickin' honest as I possibly can." It's a lot for Bridget to swallow, especially considering that she's already drowning in confusion. But she nods knowingly and tries to make him realize he's in a safe place.

"I've done some crazy shit lately, present company included! I'm not gonna judge ya, Roy. And besides, I love anal. You don't have to sell me on how good it feels."

"I figured. Hey Bridge, I kind of like this. There's no barriers between us. Just total honesty. I don't think I've ever been totally open with a girl before. Ever. There's a lot of stuff I wouldn't admit to and this will top it all," he motions to the two of them, "But that doesn't mean I don't also have some kinky skeletons in the closet."

"Free those skeletons. They're safe with me."

"Fuck. That was really hot, actually. I gotta be careful with you. I mean, I love you like a sister and all, but I can't start catching feelings for you."

"Oh god disgusting! That's NOT gonna happen. Just be happy with what you already had." She wiggles her ass against his dick, feeling it stir. The message is clear: there might be more where that came from. They are, after all, lying naked in bed together.

"I started with a finger. It just made jerking off so much better. I started to use things from around the house." She shoots him an alarmed look, "Not your shit! Just stuff that I could use that no one would notice missing. Still, nothing worked better than my fingers for pinpoint accuracy to hit some amazing spots inside. But I also really liked getting stretched out.

"So yeah, as boys tend to do, I turned my mind to sports. Baseball, to be precise. I started to wonder how it would feel to have the business end of a baseball bat up my butt. Bridge, it was fucking awesome."

"I might have done that myself, or actually, had it done to me."

He pretends that he doesn't hear her random confession and pushes on with his story. "It took awhile to get it worked in. I can appreciate how crazy I was to try. But once I started feeling full-body prostate orgasms hit me I lost track of time. I didn't plan for Mom to come home early."

"Oh."

"Yeah. 'Oh'. You see where I'm going with this, right? Well there I am on my bed, folded back onto myself with my ass in the air and my heels against my wall. I'm lowering the baseball bat into my ass like I'm dropping anchor or drilling for oil. I'm about eight inches deep when my door bursts open. Mom's holding, if you can believe it, an exam I totally botched. I just froze. I fucking froze, Bridge. What else could I do? I was terrified that I'd hurt myself if I tried to whip it out.

"You know what she did then? She smiled, left the room, and closed the door behind her. She didn't say a word. It was actually the worst thing she could have done. I expected her to rage or yell. Nothing.

"I didn't know what to do. I panicked. I pulled out the bat and just collapsed onto myself. I know it sounds stupid, but in that moment the only thing that kept running through my mind is that Mom will think I'm gay. I imagined her telling her friends and asking for advice on how to raise a gay son. My imagination spiked and I needed to address the issue immediately. It wasn't shame or anything. I guess that's the weirdest part. I wasn't embarrassed, but I wanted to make sure the record was straight before Mom went shooting her mouth off around town."

"She totally would have, no doubt."

"Right? So I threw on a bath robe and marched down to her bedroom. In my frazzled state of mind I didn't even think to knock. In the two minutes it took for me to get there, Mom was already mostly naked, face down and ass up fingering her pussy furiously. She didn't even take off her bra and her huge boobs were slapping her face as she fucked her hand. I think the cool air from the hall must have hit her because she opened her eyes and let out a scream. Bridge, I didn't know what to do."

"Sounds like she got a taste of her own medicine."

"You'd think so, but Mom's full of surprises. She bounces back almost immediately, and says to me, 'In or out'. She flips back onto the bed and extends her crossed legs in front of her. She crosses her arms across her breasts too, like she's hiding them. I just stood there, you know. But it wasn't out of indecision. I knew the right answer. I knew that I needed to get the hell out of there. But something inside of me didn't want to. Maybe I was pissed that she caught me doing some perverted shit. Maybe I wanted to get back at her by making her feel just as uncomfortable as she made me. I dunno, to be honest Bridge, but I decided to close the door behind me.

"I don't think she expected that. Mom just looked at me for a long time... and then she smiled. She motioned for me to come sit next to her on the bed. I swear it was like slow motion as I settled in next to her. I could smell her so strongly. Not just her perfume, but the smell of her pussy. It was strong and pungent. My eyes kept returning to the thick patch of black hair at her crotch. It was the first untrimmed pussy I've ever seen in real life. It turned me on. I was completely out of my league. She asked me if I liked how she looked and of course I simped hard for her. She's got a killer body and I wasn't going to lie about that.

"She apologized for barging in without knocking. She admitted that it was fair that I'd done the same with her. Then she asked if I wanted to see more. I reached out to touch her boob and she slapped my hand away. She told me that I needed to learn obedience. Mom had me get up on my hands and knees and push my face down into the bed, exactly the same position I found her in when I busted into the room. With my open asshole kissing the sky, I felt completely exposed. It was hot as she started to move around the bed. I heard her take her bra off, the fabric scraping at her shoulders. Then I felt her come up behind me. She gave off heat like an oven but it felt so good when her tummy pushed against my ass and she folded onto my back. Her tits slid all over my back as she moaned in pleasure. I think she was playing with herself, but I had my eyes shut and was lost in sensory overload myself. She peeled back and sank her tongue in my ass. I nearly shot my load right then. Her lips French kissing my asshole made my cock as hard as steel. It became really obvious.

"Once she saw the size of my dick, well, I guess you can guess the rest. Her mouth worked my balls for awhile, which I love, by the way. Next thing I knew she had worked her way under me and was making a really good effort to swallow my dick. I honestly thought she was going to fuck me right there and then.

"It wasn't quite that simple. You know Bridget, it seems like you made quite an impression on Mom."

"Me? What do I have to do with any of that?"

"When she grabbed a big bottle of lube and a giant black dildo from her dresser drawer, she said something like 'this baby fucked one of my kids, might as well fuck the other one too'." Bridget's mind races back to the previous month when she stumbled into her mom's room. She was horny as hell after catching Roy masturbating and fingering his asshole. She needed immediate relief. She knew her mother had a foot-long dildo in her nightstand and she put it to immediate work. After a few crashing orgasms, she looked up to find her mom standing there. They pushed past it without every bringing it up again. Mom actually went out and bought her an even bigger dildo.

"Yeah, I fucked that big black dildo. I was horny and Mom caught me. But she didn't make me do anything."

"Well, she didn't make me do anything I didn't want to. Eventually. But when she brought out that dildo, I turned fifty shades of white. I hadn't moved from my face-down-ass-up position. She slid that fat fucking pole into my ass."

He doesn't say another word. Bridget turns to see if he's fallen asleep. He's lost in revelry as though he's experiencing the moment all over again. She feels his dick harden at her back.

"This is going to turn into a fuck fest unless you finish your story." She nudged him with her elbow, eliciting a gasp.

"Ok! I was just pausing for dramatic effect. I fucking loved it Bridge. It made me orgasm as soon as it was in me. It didn't even need to move. She made me stay like that for awhile before lying me down into a more relaxing position. And then she rode me. I didn't even try to stop her as she swung a leg across and straddled me. She held my eyes as her pussy just swallowed my dick. And I don't know if you noticed, but I'm pretty big. I've never had anyone do that. It slid in with one stroke. And she can fuck."

"I don't know if I want to hear about how good she fucks."

"Why not? Worried she's better than you?"

She steals his gaze. "Is she?"

"She's... different."

"That's not an answer."

"It's the only answer you're going to get. I value my balls too highly. You're both amazing. And you're actually more similar than different."

"So you been fucking her steadily?"

"No. Just that one time. After that, I needed to get my space and think about things. That's why I haven't been around much lately. But the other night when you crawled into my bed and started sucking my dick, I didn't stop you. I don't know if I could have stopped you. I honestly thought Mom had set it all up. That is, until I fucked you the second time and your date interrupted us. Then I knew you were just as much of a slut as Mom."

"And here we are," she whispers.

"And here we are," he agrees.

Bridget notices that his erection hasn't subsided. In fact, it feels like its throbbing against her ass. They're both naked and feeling horny from the story. Roy's hands start to roam, squeezing Bridget's breasts and caressing her thighs. She returns as best she can and draws his mouth to her own. They devour each other and descend into a slow morning fuck. She buries her moans in the pillow as he plunges into her with sustained rhythm. She greedily takes his seed as he spews into her quivering gash. She can't get enough of his cock and soon she echoes her mother by riding him noisily. Her tits bounce wildly and her blond hair whips the air. Roy loses himself to abandon and gives his sister the best fuck of her life.

Their mother stops outside the bedroom door. She listens for awhile. Her hand goes to the knob and she freezes. A moment later and she's certain.

Belinda walks away and leaves them to their pleasure. Her wet pussy demands attention. It demands emergency relief. She can't remember the last time she's been this turned on.

Belinda gets in her car and heads over to see one of the young men she's currently fucking. Sometimes, "relief" is spelled "B-B-C".

For the rest of the day, the house belongs to Roy and Bridget. They gorge upon the new possibilities of free-use sex. They spend the day frolicking naked and exploring sincere and open sexuality without bothersome barriers.

"Hey," she says. "Do you think Mom would like to fuck the Priest I'm banging?"

"You're banging a Priest?" His eyes bulge with surprise. "Isn't that like a sin or something?"

She laughs. "Oh dear brother, I'm just getting started."

Roy doesn't know what that means, but it makes his dick hard. So they fuck. Again.

That night they all sleep in their own beds. Their well-fucked bodies drink in the silence as exhaustion blankets the house.