*This story is told from the Mother's point of view*
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My son and I had just finished making love for the first time and were still lying in the other's arms, in complete silence on the couch. I couldn't think of one word to say to my son after taking his cum inside my vagina, so instead I chose to act as if I had something important I needed to tend to; without hesitation, I jumped up from the couch and said, "Shit! I forgot, I need to take care of something tonight." I ran up to my room and closed the door behind me and hopped in the shower. My son had fallen asleep right where I left him and I left the house in a hurry.
I tried to make sense of what had just happened, logically but couldn't come up with anything; what kind of mother has sex with her own son? Forget about that, what kind of wife cheats on their husband? I rushed over to my sister's house, I couldn't tell her who I had slept with but I could tell her I had slept with someone other than my husband.. Besides, there wasn't really anyone else I could turn to. I had to get this off my chest, somehow.
My sister lived on the other side of town; it must have been around 8 PM before I arrived and when I did, to my surprise my husband's car sat parked in the driveway. "What the fuck.." I said to myself, out loud. I approached her house slowly, trying to peer into the windows as I passed by but to no avail; I continued down the street, just a few houses down from my sister's and parked my car. The lights were off and my sister's car must have been parked in the garage as it looked as if no one was even home.
My heart was pounding out of my chest, I was breathing more rapidly; my emotions had begun to take over my body. I angrily paced outside the house on the sidewalk contemplating my next move and before I knew it, I was marching right up to the front door. "Motherfucker." I said out loud, once again. My hand stopped just as I was about to pound on the screen door and I paused. Maybe this was all just a big misunderstanding, I thought trying to backwards rationalize the situation. If I was going to cause a scene, I needed proof first.
I sneakily made my way to the fence that led to the backyard and climbed it; my sister's backyard was extremely private and there were no shades covering the windows looking into the kitchen and living room. I crouched below the window that looked through the kitchen into the living room, both rooms were dimly lit and I didn't see my husband or my sister; finally after a few minutes my husband entered the living room, fully dressed. He stood in the middle of the room, aimlessly pacing back and forth as if he was waiting to leave; perhaps this really was a misunderstanding and I was overreacting. It was after all, just a few days before Christmas; maybe my husband was conspiring with my sister for a surprise gift?
My husband took his jacket off and placed it on the back of one of the chairs in the kitchen and then took a seat on the couch in the living room. Suddenly my sister appeared, wearing only her lingerie and a pair of skin tight stockings; my blood began to boil once again and my heart started beating faster and faster. My sister looked exactly like me, except she was 8 years younger and her body was two times mine in every possible aspect; her breasts, thighs, hips, and ass doubled the size of mine. Her waist might as well have been twice as thin as my own; I was beginning to feel a bit insecure about the entire situation I was watching unfold.
She had a seat on the couch beside my husband, folding one leg and sitting on it while stretching the other wide and away from it; exposing the entirety of her crotch though it was still covered by the black lace panties she was wearing. She flipped her hair to one side, confidently throwing her head back allowing my husband to take in her thick body; my husband's eyes were glued to her crotch though his body language was sending a different message. "I should really get going before it gets too late.." I heard him say, with his fist balled and his thumb pointed towards the door.
My sister laughed, "Nonsense.. Don't be so silly. Besides you've just gotten comfortable." My sister closed her legs together and started moving towards my husband who was now looking in the opposite direction towards the door.
"Just leave. Please, just get up and go." I thought to myself. My sister's face was inches away from my husband's and she whispered something in his ear that I couldn't make out. His hands were planted firmly on the couch, not making any sudden movements; my sister on the other hand, was now placing her hand flat against his cock which was steadily growing his pants. My husband was now looking down at my sister's hand which was softly rubbing back and forth along the shaft of his cock until it was completely hard; she grabbed it through his pants. His eyes blinked around the room and his mouth was dropping wider by the second; he threw his head back and looked up to the ceiling while placing his arm on the back of the couch giving my sister easier access to his genitals.
My sister placed one foot on the floor and stood while kneeling on the couch with the other leg and tried to look my husband in the eyes; his eyes were still stuck to the ceiling. She slowly unbuckled his belt and took the zipper down pulling his rock hard cock through the opening of his pants. She held it firmly before taking the tip of his cock in her mouth gently sucking on it and released the grip she had on it with her hand. I heard my husband moan as his eyes made their way from looking up at the ceiling to looking down at the back of my sister's head.
My sister arched her back, accentuating her large ass in her thong; her thick thighs were bursting out of the top of her stockings. She took his cock in her hand once again, this time slowly opening her mouth and allowing all the spit she had accumulated run down to the tip of her tongue until it fell onto my husband's cock and slid all the way down the shaft to the base and onto his balls. Quickly, she moved down to his balls and caught the spit that was dripping down with her tongue and placed it firmly against his balls; she began to lick his cock back up the trail of spit, when she arrived to the top of his cock, she once again took the tip into her mouth. My husband moaned once more and removed his hand from the back of the couch and placed it on my sister's lower back; he rubbed her back softly, before moving lower and placing his hand on her ass, taking it in a firm grip.
My sister bobbed her head up and down on his cock taking it a bit deeper every time she lowered, never fully taking it down her throat; when she made it about half way down his cock she lifted her head again and spit everything she had onto the tip and gently massaged it up and down the shaft. My husband was practically kneading her ass like bread at this point; he continued to play with her ass and grabbed one ass cheek, spreading it while slipping a finger or two in the opening of her ass. He rubbed his fingers along her asshole and her wet slit; his cock was dripping with spit and precum.
My sister turned towards him, positioning herself to look him in the eyes; she stuck her tongue out and ran it slowly up the shaft of his cock and tickled the head fast with a smile on her face, she winked at my husband who was now staring in her eyes. A familiar moment we'd shared a hundred times before. "Stand up." My sister instructed him before bobbing her head up and down on his cock a few more times.
My husband stood up and removed his shirt and pants; my sister crawled into the floor and crouched into a squat position. She pulled her bra down under her breasts, exposing them and allowing them to hang over the bra while she sucked my husband's cock. She held it in one hand and stroked it to match the bobbing of her head along his shaft, the spit built up and her hand slid quickly across it; she was giving him one hell of a sloppy throat job. She reached her other hand down and started rubbing her slit through her thong and continued to spit and gag all over my husband's dick.
With my husband's cock still in her mouth she unlatched her bra allowing it to fall into the floor; her mouth moved to the tip his cock and she held it there while getting onto her hands and knees. His cock was now draped into her mouth and he was looking straight down at her, while she was looking directly up at him; without breaking eye contact of flinching she slowly widened her jaw and moved her throat further and further down my husband's cock until she took it entirely down to his balls. She stuck her tongue out at the base of my husband's cock and flicked it up and down, licking his balls while his cock was in her throat; her eyes slammed shut and she coughed and gagged on his cock pulling back and leaving a long trail of spit.
She grabbed my husband with both hands around his thighs and pulled him closer with her mouth wide open ready to take his cock all the way down again; she fucked his cock with her throat relentlessly until my husband couldn't take it anymore and fell back onto the couch. All the spit from my sister's throat was now dripping down her chin and falling right onto her size 32 Triple D breasts; she crawled closer to my husband who was sitting on the couch and wrapped her huge tits around his cock, smiling and laughing she pressed them together tightly and started pumping them up and down. The remainder of the spit was bubbling through her lips and exploding down her chest, she fucked her tits for a few minutes before standing and removing her thong.