Having sex with a family member is widely considered a sin, something twisted and wrong, against nature, but in my experience it has led to the deepest connections and most intimate, vulnerable, and open sexual encounters. I had begun a romantic relationship with my mother and now couldn't imagine a life without that aspect of our love. The sexual experiences we shared only served to deepen out mutual love for each other. It did not twist or pervert the natural mother/son relationship, only enhanced it. It opened up new vistas, gave us new ways to express our love and please each other. I loved her and didn't want this to end. That's why my heart sank as I lay there and saw her standing at the foot of the bed.
I lay naked on the bed next to my older sister, Jenn. We had just finished having sex moments ago. My cock was still hard, standing up from my body, slowly coming down from the orgasm and still glistening with our juices. She lay next to me with her legs still spread and a thick line of sticky cum dripping out of her pussy and soaking into the sheets. Together we looked up and I realized that the door had not been locked. My mom must have heard us and come to investigate. Now she stood silently, eyes wide, at the foot of the bed, just watching.
The sex with my sister had been incredible. Mind blowing. It was probably the most satisfying sexual experience I had ever had. She was an incredible, athletic, and passionate woman. She was energetic and enthusiastic about love making. She had also been in something of a dry spell and so threw herself into bed with me like she was making up for all the sex she had missed. On top of that was the added psychological turn on of being with a close family member, the taboo of it all. Having grown up together, gone through puberty in the same house, there was a lifetime of sexual tension that was released as we fucked each other. It was animalistic and yet also brought us closer together in the same way that sex with my mom had done for us. I felt closer to my sister now than ever before.
But I feared that I had just ruined both relationships. As my mom looked at her two adult children, laying together, naked, the last drops of our cum stick slick on the bed, I was sure she would storm out. I thought she would be hurt that I had engaged in sex with someone else, let alone my sister, her daughter. Or that she would be angry. Or just too weirded out to accept the brother/sister sex on top of the mother/son relationship. It was a mess of emotions and thoughts that screamed through my head, but the longer it went on, the longer I realized that she hadn't done anything. She hadn't stormed out. She hadn't screamed. In fact, now that I was thinking a little clearer, I realized that she was smiling. It was a strange, mischievous smile that I had never before seen on her face. Then another thought occurred to me. Jenn wasn't freaking out either. I quickly looked over at her and was shocked to see that she had that same, sly smile that my mom had.
They were both staring at me. Smiling. It was like there was a joke that I wasn't in on. My heart was still racing, but my mind was now trying to process this new information. For the first time I realized what my mom was wearing. She had on a white bathrobe, tied in front of her. Her hair was damp and combed straight back. She looked like she had just stepped out of the shower. In fact, I could smell the fresh, slight scent of her shampoo. Then to my astonishment, I watched as she slowly reached down and untied the belt of the robe. Her eyes were on my the whole time as she deliberately drew the robe open, exposing a line of skin down her center. She was naked under the robe. My mind was reeling. She continued to draw the robe open until we could both see her fully naked form. Her large breasts hanging down from their own weight. Her soft, slightly pillowy belly, her thick bush of dark pubic hair all of concealing those long, protruding pussy lips.
She let the robe fall behind her and stepped forward towards the bed. I noticed that my cock had begun to harden again. What was happening? In two more strides, she was at the bed and began to climb up on her hands and knees, with catlike movements. It was playful and seductive. As much sex as we had been having, this was an all together new vibe that I was getting from her right now. I braced myself for her touch, but then I noticed that she had climbed onto the bed in front of Jenn, not me. She crawled closer to Jenn, reaching out and slowly spreading her legs further. She lowered her head and inhaled the scent of my sister's pussy and then before I had time to wrap my mind around it, she dipped her head and pressed her mouth against Jenn's pussy.
I saw my sister's head crane back and her back arch as our mother began to eat her out. I was overcome with lust, listening to the wet slurping sounds and realizing that my mom was now sucking my cum out of my sister. She must have known what she was doing, because before long Jenn was moaning in ecstasy and whole body was gently quivering. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Never in my wildest dreams had I thought I would be witnessing my mother with another woman, let alone my sister. It was all too much. And then, while still sucking and licking, and doing whatever she was doing to make Jenn writhe around like she was, my mom reached out her hand and grasped my cock. Without looking up, she began to gently squeeze and massage. She lightly ran her fingers up and down my shaft, playfully teased my balls, and stroked me until I was raging hard again.
