How could he manage to concentrate on the damn photo album after what had happened upstairs? He couldn't. Every time he looked passed his mother, Tera's blue eyes were on him with a knowing twinkle. Shit! Memories of the feel of her tight, wet pussy had him struggling to hide his cock which stayed at a constant half mast.
Mom, of course, wasn't oblivious to his tension. Several times she stopped turning her the pages of the picture book to ask him what was wrong. All he could do was shake his head nervously and try to turn on his charming smile.
"I'm fine, Mom. Really." He reassured her yet again
The older woman looked at him suspiciously, then placed the book on the table. With a sigh, she sat back in the couch with her arms crossed. Tera's mischievous look over Mom's shoulder only made things worse for him. He crossed his legs, hopefully hiding the near erection.
"I really don't think you are." Mom said, pursing her lips, "But I see how it is. Always keeping poor old Mom in the dark." Her voice teased
Ian swallowed hard when Tera made a choking sound, bordering a laugh. Mom raised a brow and turned to her only daughter. The girl just shrugged.
"I don't know, Mom. He looks kind of off to me, too." Tera sighed whimsically, then put her head on Mom's shoulder, "Maybe we should have some of that tea you make!"
Mom nodded in agreement, "I'll go make some. You two sit tight." She patted Tera's cheek, then stood up.
Ian watched their mother go with apprehension. Sensory memories suddenly hit him now that only he and Tera sat in the living room. He didn't want to look at her because if he did, he would want to taste her lips, fill her snatch with his large cock, and cum deep inside her eager hole.
He tried to shake off the thoughts, but Tera decided to make that impossible. She slid across the couch until her body pushed against his. His shoulders stiffened as her head moved to his shoulder. His legs twitched as she threw one of hers over his lap. That long smooth leg was a temptation he could barely resist. His hand, despite himself, moved to the leg. Tera let out a small groan thanks to that.
"Poor brother," she whispered as she tilted her head, "You're being so fucking obvious, it's silly." Her lips pressed on the line of his chin, "I'm thinking about you, too, Ian. I'm still hot and wet and wanting you. Once wasn't enough. Come on, let's blow mom off and go to my apartment to fuck for the rest of the day." Her lips trailed to his earlobe, "Nothing's stopping us now."
Damn, she had a point. The line had been crossed already. No point in denying that, then taking a step back, now was there? No! He had to have a better resolve than this! Why did Tera have to make him so fucking weak?
"Stop it, Tera. It's bad enough we did it once, no need to make our sins worse." He said in a low voice
Tera scoffed, "Sins? Whatever, Ian. Fucking is fucking. I really doubt God cares as long as we don't pop out any three headed babies."
Her lips captured his earlobe. Ian's eyes fluttered closed as he suppressed the moan crawling up the length of his throat. One of her hands reached behind him to the back of his thick, black hair. Fingers ran through it, giving him shivers. Lost in her touch, he didn't care so much of being discrete. His hand traveled along that well-toned thigh until it stopped just under that perfect ass, squeezing the meat.
"Shit!" he grunted, "Tera, we can't." He murmured, finally coming to his senses, "We're here to see Mom."
Tera pulled her mouth away from his ear, but stayed dangerously close. Her fingers continued to play in his hair, while her leg hugged his lap.
"Yeah, yeah, poor, lonely Mom. Dad's out of town again and she has nobody else. Yada yada, same old boring story."
Ian sighed at that. It was true. Mom had friends, but they were all so busy with family life, they rarely saw each other. Without Dad or children in the nest, Mom stayed a lonely woman.
"She needs to find herself a young thing to play with when that old fool goes out on business. Mom may be almost fifty, but she's fucking hot!" Tera cackled
It was bad enough Ian thought of his sister in that manner, but he had to admit, Mom was an attractive older woman. Maybe that was because she looked like Tera? She was the only woman in her group of friends that still had perfect breasts without a hint of sagging. He knew for a fact, shamefully. He had accidentally walked in on the woman as she dressed. Perfect tits, wonderfully round ass, endlessly long legs. Smooth and shaved everywhere. Still toned like her body had barely aged as she did. It was enough to drive any man crazy. Why did Dad keep leaving on business like a fool? Shit, if he had been the one, Ian wouldn't let her out of his site!
As if on cue, Mom came into the room with a tray of cups and tea along with sugar, milk, and crackers. It was the really good stuff, Ian noted, when he smelled the scent of it on the air moments before she walked in.
"What are you cackling about, Tera?" Mom said sweetly, as she put the tray on the table.
Ian hadn't realized the low-cut shirt the woman wore until now. His eyes couldn't turn away from the smooth crevice the dark mounds made. Damnit, he was in some sort of sexual overdrive or something! His tool jumped in the confines of his pants. He crossed his leg further to hide that fact.
"Oh, nothing." Tera replied nonchalantly, "I was just telling Ian here that you're hot."
Mom laughed as she stood, pushing her glasses back to her face. She smiled at her children, shaking her head.
"Thanks, I guess."
"Mom," Tera said, completely pulling from Ian as she talked, "You are. Trust me. I mean, you look just like me!" she smiled, "If I was Dad, I wouldn't be going out on business. I'd stay in the bed with you all day."
Mom laughed more, then plopped down on the black leather lazy boy.
"Thank you, hon. It's nice to know."
"I do! Ian thinks so, too." Tera put her hand on Ian's leg, "Don't you?" she started pulling his crossed leg, "See, look."
Ian jumped as the straining member between his legs was suddenly exposed. He tried to bring his hand to his groin to try and suppress it, but Tera fended him off. Embarrassment swarmed his body with a vengeance. He couldn't bring himself to look at his mother.
"Oh . . . " his mother said, "Is that because of me, Ian?"
Ian frowned as though worried about being scolded.
"Sorta." He admitted as quietly as he could
Tera's hand touched his erection through his pants. Ian's head threw back as he groaned. Shivering, he looked to Tera with anger. She just smiled and shrugged, but her hand didn't move. Hesitantly, his attention turned to his mother. She sat in that lazy boy with her legs crossed. There was a gleam in her chocolate brown eyes, reminiscent of Tera. And that teasing smile . . . seductive smile . . . How many times had he seen it on his sister?
"Your dad is just like that–springing up the moment he sees a little cleavage." The woman said in low, sultry tones, "You two complain that he goes away too often and I'm lonely. Truth of the matter is, if he stayed home, neither of us would ever stop fucking."
Tera laughed, "Mom, you never say stuff like that!"
Mom smiled. It grew darker as Tera traced Ian's erection.
