This story begins in my room. Like almost every other night, I sat in front of my laptop, shorts snugged up against my balls. Right hand on the mouse and my left on my dick. This is what guys are left to do. My earphones on, I got off to a couple of lovely ladies going down on one another. It's up there with the grade A material, I think; lesbian porn.
This particular video of choice was one of my all-time favorites. Two blondes doing just about anything and everything bar the torture or scat. Scissoring, dildoing, even making good use of the strap-on and taking it to the point of anal. They were arguably the most beautiful blondes you would see that weren't involved with the business on some professional level.
But they're not who this story is about. No, it's about two women a lot closer to home. Like, literally inside this home. My mother and sister. And I watched the porno before me imagining it to be them. Most guys would know mental turn-ons belittle physical ones. I don't get off to what I'm looking at, but rather to what I'm thinking. Mental images always win. And boy did I have some images of my sister to help me. Actually, more like genuine memories.
We've hooked up twice, and as wrong as incest is, it never went beyond a blowjob. And to make it an easier to swallow (pun not intended), Serena was heavily influenced by her good friend vodka on both occasions. Nevertheless, I was sober in those times, and apparently her hangovers were so heavy a burden that she has no memory of them whatsoever.
So there I was, an average-looking guy on a not-so-average night. Tonight was special. Why? Because oh, my fucking God, my mother seriously ate my cum. No joke. But we didn't have sex or anything. We were rooms apart, and I'll explain all soon, but first a little introduction.
Many could have guessed by now that we're a family down in the Southern parts of America. Taboo such as incest is made a joke of around here, and it's a stereotype, but that doesn't mean we're all up for it. It doesn't mean we're all hillbillies, or touchy feely and open-minded around one another. In fact, ever since my dad left three years ago, this household's been like a volcano on the verge on eruption. At least to me it has. I've held in so much sexual tension and awkwardness around both my mom and sister that I need to jerk it out on a daily basis.
I was 18 when my father left and that's when I noticed my mother. She became a lot looser around the house with him gone. It was refreshing for the first few months, but then her countless boyfriends and one-night stands came. No son should have to lay restless in his bed at night as his mom screamed and shouted her way to orgasm. But given that was the reality and that I'd be forced to become accustomed to her slutty, obscene ways, I figured I'd make the best of it. Her cries of joy were soon what I whacked off to. Yes, it was fucked up, but I'd much rather masturbate to a reality than some fake-ass moaning on a low-budget porno movie.
My mom is a MILF, there's no way around it. Talking celebrities, I'd match her up as a Kate Beckinsale look-alike. And I'm not exaggerating her resemblance, or boasting about it, but dead-set, I have a hot mom. And she didn't just give herself up to the average Joe. Her two or three one-nighters a week were more often than not with businessmen. Jerks that owned the latest cars, or jerks that were so egocentric that they were borderline homosexuals... those kinds of guys.
