The morning after was more awkward than I thought it would be when Jen and I went to sleep. Jen was sleeping with no covers on her, while I glared at her body. I was nervous, we both used the excuse that we were "buzzed", and I wasn't sure how Jen was going to feel this morning. Looking at her, vulnerable, peaceful, I couldn't control the thought of wanting her again. I slowly started to caress her chest, softly dragging my fingers down to Jen's slit. When I did this, Jen flinched, then smiled, saying nothing. Realizing this is what Jen wanted, I started to rub her clit. Jen opened her legs, inviting me in. I got between Jen's legs rubbing the tip of my throbbing cock up and down her pussy slit, feeling the heat and wetness of her pussy. I plunged my cock into her with force. Jen screamed, "OHHHH MY FUCKING GOD DAVE! YOU ARE FUCKING YOUR SISTER! DOES YOUR SISTER'S PUSSY FEEL GOOD!"
I whispered in her ear, "Is it my pussy?"
I felt Jen's pussy explode, "YES, DAVE! I'M CUMMING! AHHHH...FUCK ME! FUCK YOUR SISTER'S PUSSY!"
I could not hold on any longer. I decided to explode in Jen's pussy while she screamed, "NO, DAVE! TAKE IT OUT! DON'T CUM IN ME!" I ignored this plea and filled her pussy with an earth-shattering load.
Jen and I were both breathing heavy, exhausted from round two of our inappropriate night that turned into morning.
I found the courage to speak. "I'm sorry I didn't pull out. You felt so good I lost my mind for a minute."
"You're a jerk. What if I wasn't on birth control?"
"You are, though... right?"
"Yes, I am, loser. I just thought it was gross having my brother cum in me. It's bad enough we're doing this. No big deal; it's just a lot to process. I feel like a cheap whore. I just let my brother fuck me and cum in me, you know?"
"I'm sorry, Jen. I didn't mean to make you feel this way."
"You didn't just use me, right? I feel weird saying this, but I really want more of this with you. You and this thing we are doing is exciting and a turn-on for me. I'm just nervous you will avoid me more than you already do."
Jen was vulnerable, and I wanted to convince her that I felt the same way. "Jen, I can't wait for us to do this again. It is weird, but I didn't use you just this one time. I plan on using you a lot more." Then I started laughing as I pulled her into me for a hug.
Jen laughed with me as she lightly slapped me. "You better plan on using me more! I've taken it easy on you so far."
We passed out together and didn't wake until both of our phones were going off. We jumped up, not realizing it was one o'clock in the afternoon. My aunt Karen was calling me while our mother was calling Jen. We were both panicking. I told Karen I would call her back as I heard Jen tell our mother that she was heading home.
"Mom said she's been trying to reach the both of us all day. She's worried and is gonna ask a million questions. I don't know what I'm going to tell her."
I looked at my phone, and there was two missed calls and ten text messages from my mother. There were three texts from my aunt telling me to call her. I told Jen, "Give me a minute. Aunt Karen wanted me to call her."
Aunt Karen answered her phone, "Well, look who's alive! I was trying to give you a heads up that your mother is coming over tonight to cook you dinner. She said she was the only one who never gets to spend time with you. If she brings wine, then she is going to want a massage. No wine means she just wanted to spend time with you. Trust me on this one. By the way, I hope you didn't fuck Jen. She wouldn't be able to handle you, and you'd never get her outta your house. Anyway, your mother is bringing wine, and I talked her into letting you give her a massage. She's nervous because I told her I almost came when you gave me one. Get Jen out of your house, and don't tell me she's not there. I know she is." Then she hung up on me.
"Jen, mom is going to be coming here to cook dinner for me."
"What the fuck am I supposed to tell her about why we weren't answering our phones? I'm so scared of getting caught or being suspicious about why we spent the night together."
"Jen, relax. Just tell her we were up late drinking; and we were sleeping off the hangover. No one is going to suspect we were fucking."
"Right, right. No one is gonna think we slept together. Why would anyone think that, right? Can I come back over after mom leaves, PLEASE?"
"Yes, you can. Just don't leave as soon as mom gets home. OK?"
Jen jumped up and down while squealing, "YES!YES! THANK YOU!" Then she got dressed and left.
I called my mother, and she told me that she wanted to bring me dinner and spend time with me. She told me she'd be at my house around seven. I jumped in the shower and tried to clean up a little bit before she arrived. I did not think my mother was coming for any other reason except to spend time with me. We have always been close, and this was one of the longest periods of time we had not seen each other. I also thought there was no way she would contemplate having sex with her son.
I saw headlights in the driveway, so I went to the door and asked, "Do you need help?"
"Don't just stand there, David. Come grab the food." As usual, I did what she told me to do. I grabbed the Chinese food she brought while she carried a paper bag into the house. As we got into the house, we placed everything down on the coffee table. She gave me a huge hug. "I missed you so much." She said as she squeezed. I smelt what I thought was alcohol on her breath. This makes sense because she only eats Chinese food when she's drinking.
I asked, "Mom, have you been drinking?"
"I may have had a couple of drinks before I came over. I needed to unwind. This pandemic and isolation have driven me nuts. I also brought some wine; I hope you don't mind?"
'No, mom, I don't mind. Do whatever you want. But I'm not going to let you drive until I know you're sober." I've never known mom to be careless. Her driving while having drank alcohol was not her. At this moment, I was concerned with her behavior.
Mom took a half bottle of wine out of the paper bag and poured herself a big glass of wine after we were done eating. As I was cleaning the coffee table of food, I grabbed the paper bag and noticed a second bottle of wine. "Jeez, mom. How much were you planning on drinking?"
"I don't know, a lot. Why? Is it a problem?"
"No, it's not. You're my mom. Can't I worry about you?"
"How about we stop worrying for tonight? Enough is going on in this world to worry about. Let's forget the bullshit for one night. Here take my coat. You're not much of a host. You let me eat dinner with my coat on." As she took her coat off, I realized she was wearing a dress.
Dresses are typical for her to wear, but I was confused about a lot of what was going on with her tonight. I asked, "What do you wanna do now, mom?"
"Well, I was hoping to get a massage. I'm tired of Karen bragging about what a great massage you give. If you don't want to, that's OK. I don't want to pressure you if you're not up for it." My mother's forwardness made sense of why she was drinking heavily. She was nervous.
"I don't mind, mom. The problem is you're a little drunk, and I don't want you falling off the massage table. Also, you do realize that for a massage, you actually have to be topless." I was giving her every 'out' she needed.
"I'm not an idiot. Of course, I know I'd have to be topless. Do you have to do a massage on a table only? Can't I just lay on the couch?"