The end...
There i was knelt down between mom's legs her hands holding my head against her pussy, my top around my waist no bra, mom making all the noises of pleasure with her top wide open and a voice behind us.
"What the fucking hell's going on?" Came a voice.
We froze neither dared look we couldn't talk our way out of this, as though time froze i finished my lick then stood up and turned around trying to protect mom from the view of whoever's voice it was.
My mind raced trying to find a way to blame myself to protect the woman i love most in this world and in my life.
"BECKY." We both yelled.
"What the fucking hell's going on, how long has it been going on? She yelled.
I ran to the door to shut it i pulled the blinds closed but hadn't dressed I'd forgotten our state of clothing till mom put her tits back in her top. Her motions were like the slowest thing ever everything was at a dead tortoise pace.
Becky yelled again demanding answers.
"WELL?" She yelled snapping us back to earth.
"Becky." Mom began.
"Sis. It was my fault i made the first move, please mom she needs the truth, we owe her that. But becks hear us out before you hate us and report us please." I begged.
I continued to explain.
"You remember i went for that drama school place about a year ago, well they had a part for me where i played a lesbian but i needed to passionately kiss the lead.
I was going to turn it down i was ashamed I hadn't kissed anyone romantically in my life well after one of my tantrums mom got it out of me.
Well I asked her if we could try and she could advise me." I explained.
I knew that bit was a lie but she was my love it was my job to protect her, mom tried to but in but i shot her a look that said don't i need to do this.
Becky had turned her back to us she couldn't even look at us.
"Well, Mom pulled away and ran downstairs disgusted with me but i loved her, I've always loved her she's why i waited it makes sense now.
Anyway, she was stood with her back to me i knew i needed her, wanted her, desired her so i want for it and we found out it was a mutual feeling we'd always been meant for each other.
We, I couldn't tell you because A) if we got found out you'd be involved and B) we didn't want you hating us like you do now.
So I'll go outside and tell the cops what I did no need for you to be torn whether to report us." I continued.
There was nothing NOT a breath to be heard for what seemed liked days.
Mom nudged me and with a look signalled for me to dress myself, which i did the noise of me moving broke the silence, Becky turned round tears streaming down her face.
"FUCKING REPORT YOU...WHAT DO YOU THINK OF ME? Becky yelled.
Then instantly fell to a whisper.