Summer was winding down and though the pool parties continued, they were almost getting stale. Some of them were all of us just playing around in the pool and tanning without any overt sex. Fall was setting in and there were the usual ads for seasonal events including proms and homecomings at area schools. We were all sitting around one day talking about what we could do to spice things up again. Somebody half jokingly suggested a date night Mom Prom sort of thing where we dated each other's mom for an evening. Though it got laughed off at first, somehow it set an idea in our heads that took hold and began to be taken more seriously over the next week or so as plans began to take shape.
It would be a formal affair, black tie, dinner, drinks, music, dancing, the whole bit. We'd all chip in have have it catered so we didn't have to mess around with the shopping and food preparation. The event took on a life of its own and everybody got into it. The ladies all went clothes shopping but they told us not to worry, they'd handle it all and get our outfits also.
By that Friday, everything was in place. The caterers had come and set up the dining room and bar before they left. The ladies arrived and went into Mom's room to get ready and sent us to one of the guest rooms to get dressed in what they had laid out for us. They came out in glamorous evening wear, cocktail dresses and gowns designed to show their legs and cleavage. All of them were in stockings and insanely high heels. We were in tuxedos, almost. White shirt collars with black bow ties, white shirt cuffs and cufflinks, black tailcoats, socks and shoes and nothing else. We all met in the living room and welcomed each other with hugs, then mingled in small talk as if nothing was unusual. It seemed like any black tie dinner or party we'd even been to.
Sitting around the formal dinner table, the meal was mostly uneventful, but of course there was that sexually charged atmosphere knowing what was coming and some of the comments and remarks had turned lewd and a bit crude. It wasn't odd to see a hand disappear under the table and create a sly smile for both parties. A mother might ask her son which one his friends she should take to bed later. On guy might complement another on how beautiful his mother was and how good it felt to be inside her.
When finished eating, we moved back to the living room. Some sat close to each other and chatted, others danced, some just more or less made out. Hands roamed freely, dresses were lifted and bodies ground together. As we sort of paired off for the evening my sister Carly entered the room. I didn't even know she was home, but here she was in character for the evening wearing an outfit that was somewhere between a French Maid and a Las Vegas dinner club cocktail waitress. Very low cut, very short and full of petticoats to show off her magnificent legs. Her jet black hair flowed gracefully over her bare shoulders while she carried a tray and acted as our waitress serving after dinner drinks. When she'd bend over to serve someone, her outfit would rise and her ass was on full display to all lucky enough to notice. I had no idea what was going in, but I wasn't objecting and neither was anyone else. She moved among us with ease as hands explored legs under gowns amid moans of pleasure and satisfaction. We watched our mother give an excellent hand job to one guy as if she was worshiping it and completely enthralled by it. We watched another mother sucking a guy's cock with her her dress pulled up around her waist while another guy fingered her. Another mother was on her knees in front of me and another guy alternating licking and sucking us. One couple was dancing close and by the way the front of her dress seemed to be pulled up, they may have been fucking.
The music changed tempo a bit to something you might hear in a burlesque club and a bright light came on like a spotlight shining on the center of the floor. Every one sat down not sure what was coming next. My sister Carly stepped into the light and began to dance in an extremely erotic way, beyond what a stripper might do. Her hands were all over herself, under and over her outfit, in and out of her mouth. She reached to her side and unzipped the side zipper allowing the outfit to fall free and leave her almost naked. All that was left was what appeared to be a jewel encrusted G-string. My sister kept dancing for us, putting on a show of pawing at her own breasts and body then down her side as she unclipped the chains, letting the last bit of covering fall away revealing her neatly trimmed pubic hair. She was in heat and essentially masturbating in front of all of us, wetting her fingers in her cunt and rubbing her tits with it.
I couldn't believe what I was watching and was even more taken aback by her next moved. She walked straight towards me and placed her hands on my cock as she knelt in front of me. She held it, stroked it and caressed it as if it was the most valuable thing in the world to her. She kissed the head and licked the shaft and my balls, never letting go for a second. She looked up and our eyes met as she opened her mouth and took me in. The room was dead silent other than the ending notes of the song. Her head moved up and down my shaft, her tongue working on me in her mouth. After a few more strokes, she pulled back and licked her lips sensually. She laid back on the floor and opened her leg as wide she could, stroking her inner thighs.
As the song ended the room was filled with a raspy whisper, "For you brother, come to me."
I looked over at my mother for a signal, thinking this can't be real. She was gone, her eyes glazed over, her dress up as high as she could get it and her hands busy pleasuring herself. I looked around and everyone was doing the same thing, stroking or handling themselves, eyes locked on my sister beckoning me.
"Carl" she moaned again as I laid down in front of her and put my lips to her to taste her juices.
She tasted wonderful and I lapped at my sister's open slit like there was no tomorrow. For all I knew there wasn't. I may never have this chance again and I wasn't going to let it pass. I was some how able to get my tongue past her opening and inside her just a bit. She was on fire in there and I loved her heat on my face.
I felt her tugging at my hair, pulling me up her throbbing body. As I got to her we kissed a bit then I slid into her, a feeling I knew I'd never forget. Her cunt was warm, inviting and comforting all at the same time as I thrust into her over and over. It was also hungry and I could feel her inner muscles working me, making be harder and I swear bigger. I was so hard it almost hurt as I slowly moved in my sister's cunt reveling in her warmth. Her arms and legs were wrapped around me and holding me so close it seemed we were one body fucking itself as we moved in unison. She began to shake and shudder almost violently for a few seconds as she let out a gutteral groan before falling limp. We lay there together for a few moments before I could move. Without a word to anyone, I picked my sister's naked body up off the floor, carried her to her room and closed the door behind us. We didn't know or care what the others did or where they went.
I suppose we got some sleep, but it wasn't a lot. The bed was drenched by morning and we found ourselves in the shower trying to come to our senses. As we stepped out, Mom was standing there in a robe with a towels to dry us off, which she did herself, carefully and slowly She held robes for us to step into and then held us both close to her. I swore I could see a tear in her eye and I asked if she was OK.
"I've never been happier in my life."
We hugged a bit longer.
"Now come on you two, breakfast has been ready and waiting for a while."
