A quick list of characters: Me, Josh, 19; my two sisters Hannah, 18, and Emily, 20. Emily and I are students at a nearby college; Hannah is a senior in high school. And finally Mom, Karen, a 37-year old OR Nurse.
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After breakfast, we got to work. I was trudging back and forth between the 'communications closet' and each outlet in each of the rooms that were not yet connected. Three hours of tedious wiring work, and 40 plugs later, I was done, and it was time for lunch.
Mom and Em had finished two coats of primer in the guest room before I was done with my wiring chores, so the food was on the table when I walked into the kitchen. We chatted and laughed about this and that as we ate.
I was still worried about what Hannah would think about her incestuous family. Mom was understanding, but also said that Hannah had to understand us, too. "It's a two-way street, Josh. We're not doing anything wrong, and if she has any hangups about the three of us having sex, that's on her. Who knows, she may want to join in."
I let the subject drop. We'd find out how she would take it soon enough.
I was curious about something else, though. I was pretty confused about what had happened the night before. How Mom wasn't mad about me and Emily being together, and even more insanely, how she had joined in, and made it an incestuous triangle.
On the one hand, I did not want to look a gift horse in the mouth; I loved Mom, and being with her and Em was amazing; not only the sex (which obviously was out-of-this-world), but also feeling closer than ever before with both of them.
On the other hand, I wasn't sure if bringing it up with her would cause her to rethink, and put the kibosh on the whole thing: the three of us, and maybe even mine and Emily's relationship.
But I didn't think she would change her mind. Once Mom had decided on something, it would take a lot of convincing arguments to change her mind.
I only wanted to understand why. Why did she not seem shocked, when she saw Em and me, my cock buried in my sister's asshole? Why was she so enthusiastically participating?
I had to ask. "Mom..." I started, not sure how to begin what I thought would be a difficult conversation.
As usual, I needn't have worried. Mom was the ultimate straight shooter. "I know what you're both wondering," Mom started. "You do?" I asked, more out of conversational habit than actually being unsure if she knew.
"Yeah, you're wondering why I didn't yell at you last night, for the two of you fucking. You're wondering what I was doing with those toys. You're wondering why I joined in so easily. Am I close?"
"You're right, except for the toy thing," I said, smiling. "It was pretty obvious what you had been doing with the toys."
Mom laughed. "Fair enough. Anyway, I guess there are a couple of reasons why I didn't get mad. Number one, it is not a big deal, as long as you're not having babies with each other. And I know you're not doing that. More importantly, I know how close you two have gotten since the Brad-thing. It's not too surprising that it would become something sexual. And again, you're not hurting anyone here. Quite the contrary," she said with a glint in her eye.
Em and I smiled at each other.
After a couple of beats, Mom continued. "Also, and this may seem a little weird, but as I walked by, and saw you two, I was shocked by how much it seemed like a deja vu. Josh, you look a lot like your dad, and Em, you know you look like a younger, prettier version of me." She paused again, and looked at the both of us.
The situation had all of a sudden gotten very intense and intimate, and the three of us spontaneously grabbed each other's hands, as Mom kept talking.
"I stood there for a long time, like in a time-bubble, looking at what looked like your dad and me making love. I was mesmerized by your intimacy, the obvious love between you, and the raw desire. Even though I've had a few relationships after your dad died, they've been mostly for the sex. I had closed myself off from loving anyone but my kids. Seeing the love between the two of you really hit me hard. I wanted that love."
We listened, quietly. Mom paused. After 15 seconds or so, she started back up. She started out in the same thoughtful and slightly wistful tone: "Also, I... When...". She paused again, clearly considering what to say next; after three or four seconds, she decided, shook her head like she was clearing out her thoughts, and in a matter-of-fact voice said "I had just fucked myself to a nice orgasm, and was on my way to clean my toys, still a bit cum-drunk when I saw you two. I watched you for several minutes. I couldn't help it; I had to join in. And I'm glad I did. I am happier than I've been in a while."
We sat for a long time, holding hands. The feeling of love in the kitchen was palpable.
After a couple of minutes, Mom came out of her reverie, and she grinned at me slyly. "Josh, do you remember last year sometime... Must have been late summer; we were swimming in the lake; the girls had left; it was just you and me. You were sitting on the pier, soaking wet, your back to me. I remember it, because I remember looking at you. I felt... I don't know... Lust, I guess is the right word. You have grown up to be such a handsome, sweet, and... sexy young man."
"Oh my God, Mom. I remember it too," I chimed in. "You jumped over me into the water. I remember your body sailing over me, all stretched out; and that crazy tiny bikini you were wearing. And when you came out of the water, your boobs were out. I don't think you noticed at first, and I was hypnotized by them for the few seconds before you turned around."
Mom snickered. "Oh I knew my boobs were out. I pulled my top to the side before I stood up. I was feeling... mischievous."
I was shocked. "Oh, wow. You meant to show them off... That's even hotter." I thought for a few more seconds. "So, when you bent over to wring out your hair, was that on purpose as well? Those bikini bottoms have been haunting my dreams."
Mom grinned at me. "I wasn't sure you had noticed until you wouldn't get out of the water with me. I was kind of proud that I gave you a boner."
"Oh, you gave me a boner alright. I don't how many times I masturbated to that memory... I can still perfectly picture you coming out of the water... So hot, knowing that it wasn't an accident."
Em, maybe feeling a bit like a third wheel in this mother-son love-fest, brought us back to the real world. "We do have a few things we need to do today, people! Let's try to mix it up a little, so we're not only fucking each others' brains out. Let's get going!"
We all wanted to shower before the last few errands of the day, and dinner. Of course we forgot Em's remonstrations about getting stuff done, so the shower turned into a lovely, long, nasty lovemaking session, where I discovered the joys of the double blowjob. Having two gorgeous, wet, horny women kiss, suck, lick, swallow and otherwise worship your cock, balls, etc. is out of this world.
I also loved the sight of my sister's gorgeous face resting on my Mom's fantastic ass, as I hammered my cock in and out of Mom's slippery cunt; pulling out, and sliding my Mom-juice-coated cock into Em's willing, wanton mouth, and then having her slowly swallow all 9 inches, was something I could do over and over again. And I did!! After many other positions and penetrations, and countless orgasms between the three of us, (two for me, filling both my sister's and my Mom's pussies with what felt like a quart each of thick cum), the hot water ran out, and we all ran out of the shower, screaming!
A bit later, Mom took off for town, so she could get the floor sander, and pick up Hannah.
Em and I plopped down on the couch, and dozed off in each other's arms.
As soon as they came home, it was obvious that Hannah was upset. She ran into the cabin with her duffel bag on her shoulder, right past both Emily and me. She didn't stop until she was in her room, the door slammed shut.
Mom came in a few seconds later. "Give her time," she said. "I think she'll be OK with this in a little while. It might be a bit awkward here for a few days, but she'll come around."
I went out to the car, and got the floor sander out, sad that my little sister was upset about something that I had done. I knew it wasn't as simple as that, but it's easy to lay that guilt trip on yourself.
Dinner was a glum affair. Hannah came out, and grabbed a plateful of food, and stalked back to her room. I had hoped she might have calmed down a little by dinner time, but she was still really upset. The three of us slowly ate our dinner, not talking a lot.
We went to bed early. We did still all three get into bed together, but none of us were in the mood for having sex. Still, sleeping in-between my Mom and sister was really nice. About an hour after we went to bed, I woke up, needing to take a piss. After I had done my business, I realized that I hadn't stoked the fires for the night, so I put on some sweats, and tiptoed to the living room. I stoked the two fires, so there would be some heat left in the house in the morning.
On my way back, I passed by Hannah's room. As I did, I heard what sounded like a cry. I stopped, went over to the door, leaned close, and listened again. She wasn't crying. She was moaning!
"Fuck! Yes! Mmmmmmm! Give it to me! Ohhh! Ohhh! Please fuck me!"
I knew there wasn't anyone in there with her, so she was rubbing one out, fantasizing about something. Maybe Mom was right; maybe Hannah just needed some time. I didn't want to eavesdrop on her, so after stoking the fire in the bedroom I slipped back into bed, between my two sleeping goddesses, feeling a little better about my little sister.
