I stand there in stunned silence outside our mom's house. I should just go home, but a part of me wants to stay in my old bedroom. That part of me is the part gawking at my sister Emma's ass as she walks confidently inside. Complete with a hair flip into a wink at the door. Shit. She's become an incredible woman. How long ago was it she was just my twerp of a sister? Probably the day before yesterday, honestly.
I'm a weak man so I do end up following her sweet ass inside.
"There you are! I'm glad you kids are home safe. Jesus, you smell like a brothel though. Go take a shower sweetheart." Our mom's greeting us at the door. I can't say I've ever really looked at her sexually before, but today's got me all worked up so I take her in. My mom Lyss. She's a single mom who made everything work, including her body. She's got a more petite form than my sister so her thighs and ass aren't as nice, but her rack is incredible. A real hourglass figure where her chest is as curvy as her hips. She hugs me and whispers, "Thanks for being so responsible, David. It's late though so take a shower and crash here." She takes my face in her hands, forcing eye contact. "Okay?"
"Sure mom. It was no trouble." I fucked Emma. I was horrible. Please don't thank me.
Guilt washes over me, and I hang my head as I go to the guest room to wait for the guest bathroom to become available.
The girls are all taking showers so it'll be a minute before it opens up so I head back downstairs to make myself some tea. There in the kitchen is my mom again. "Hey mom."
"Oh hi dear. I'm just making some tea. Did you want some too?"
"Yeah that'd be great."
"Tell me about your night."
"Oh. Uh... I had fun. Emma and I danced a bit."
"Meet any ladies?" My mom likes to tease me like this, but I'm absolutely reeling from earlier.
"Um... No. I. Just. Ya know? The girls."
"Oooooh someone's flustered! There was a girl! Tell me everything!"
"No. Seriously. But the DJ was really good!" I try to get around the line of questioning with a distraction.
"Oh? Play some music while the water's boiling." Shit. No mom, I can't. I should just say that right?
"Um. Sure. You probably won't like it though." I pull up the DJ, and take a moment. There's two albums. The one that doesn't do anything, and the one that does. I look at my mom in her robe. Her hair draped to the side reaching below her chest. Her pale blue eyes looking at me expectantly.
"David? You gonna start it?" Ya know what. Fuck it. She's such a milf. She's only 45 she had me when was 19. I play the album that had me cumming inside Emma.
Lyss pours the tea for us as the music starts and hands me my mug. I watch intently as she sort of seems to glaze over. She and I just stare at each other in silence as the music plays and she starts biting her lip. What the fuck am I doing?
She scootches a little closer to me on our stools in the kitchen when Chelsea walks in. She's still in her purple dress. Emma follows behind her with just a towel on, and somehow my dick finds some energy.
"Ohhh are you showing your mom the DJ?" Chelsea giggles and comes up behind me putting her hands on my shoulders. "What do ya think Ms. Smith?"
"It's not really my kind of music, but..." She trails off as Emma puts her hands on our mom's shoulders. "Shouldn't you go put some clothes on?"
Emma smirks at me and our mom as I blush. I was totally caught perving. "Oh Cate's changing right now. I'm just waiting my turn.
Chelsea applies a little pressure to my shoulders as she giggles. "I like the album. It really makes you feel like you're at the club. Right?"
Emma applies a little pressure as well, and our mom moans just a bit. "Oh it's interesting music alright. Makes me feel 20 years younger."
"Mom, you don't look a day over 30." I blurt out without thinking. Emma and my mom chuckle, but it sends Chelsea into a bit of a fit as she wraps her arms around my chest flirtatiously.
"I think 30 would be insulting to your mom David. She could be your sister." Chelsea saved me by taking it a step further.
"You kids are gonna be in trouble when I find out what's going on."
"What do you mean mommy?" Emma pokes her head between my mothet and mine.
"You're all silver tongued flatterers. That can't be good!" Mom laughs and stands up causing Emma and Chelsea to step back. Lyss holds some of the purple dress frills on Chelsea's chest between her fingers and smiles, "I love this dress on you dear."
Chelsea does a full twirl showing off how it hugs her figure, "Oh thanks Ms. Smith! And it's not flattery if it's true."
Suddenly mom hugs me tight, and takes several breaths in my ear.
"Oh my babies. You've grown up so nice." She finally let's go and leaves us alone in the kitchen. The music keeps playing, and Emma grabs my groin.
"I can't believe what we just walked into!"
"No! Mom asked me to play the music we heard at the club!"
"Oh? And you chose that album over the other one?"
I blush as Emma skips around me. "Mmm David. My naughty brother wants to cum in his mommy!"
"Emma! Shut up! She'll hear you!"
