I was sweating bullets when my mother sat me down that night. She tapped her manicured fingers against the wooden table, her stone cold gaze fixed on me.
"Cole..." she began. "Where do I even begin?"
I couldn't even speak. She had discovered something no son wants their mother to see. But it was so much worse for me.
"Porn is one thing. I know how boys are. But this..." she shook her head. "Hundreds. I mean hundreds of videos in your search history. Every single one of them. Incest."
"Mom..." I try to plead.
She glared, slightly raising her voice. "Do you have any clue how this makes me feel? Sleeping in the same house as you? Let alone thinking about how often your sister is alone here with you."
"What!? With Lucy!?" I recoil. "Mom, I would never do that!"
"Uh huh..."
"I mean it!" I beg for her to listen. "I know. I know how this looks. I really do. But... it's all just fantasy. I swear on my life!"
"Just fantasy..." she repeated, seeming to mull over the words in her head. I shifted in my seat as she silently pondered. Her eyes suddenly opened again.
"Alright."
I sighed, just a little.
"We will discuss this again at a later time." She asserted, standing. But as she turned to leave the room, she glanced at me over her shoulder. "Oh. And no blowing your load for a week."
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It was true, I had never seen them like that. Incest porn for me was just a little harmless fetish. Not something I'd ever want for real.
But I do have to admit. Maybe it was the result of being backed up for days on end, or maybe that little chat with Mom put the idea in my mind, but all week I feel like I've been seeing them both in a... different light.
I never noticed before how tiny Lucy's shorts were when she came home from college. Nor how often she'd casually walk the halls in nothing but a towel.
I never noticed how low cut my mother's blouses were. How much cleavage they showed off. How much cleavage she had to show.
It was an agonizing week for me, not being able to relieve myself. But by the 7th day, I was just glad that my humiliating fantasies were behind me.
As the final night came around, I didn't expect my mother to call my name.
"Cole." She sternly called from her bedroom. "Come here. It's about time we discussed your punishment."
My stomach dropped when I heard that. I swiftly stood from the couch, entering her domain. It was dark, lit only by a few scant candles atop her dresser. I shut the door behind me, and faced her.
"I... I thought..."
She let out a hearty chuckle. "What? That? Not touching yourself for a few days? Oh, dear. That was nothing."
My cheeks began to burn. Of course this wasn't over. She was right. I should've known that not masturbating was far too basic a punishment for something like this.
"Okay." I admit. "I'll... whatever it is, I'll take it."
"Good." She nodded. She cocked a hip, making her black nightgown sway just slightly. It hit me like a train when she said it. "Strip."
"Wh- wha-?"
She lifted a hand.
"Don't speak. Just obey."
The order made me feel light, shame washing over me. But I suppose I already felt so naked.
I complied, stripping off my shirt and dropping my pants. And with a quick glance of confirmation, slipped off my boxers. I stood nude, crotch covered. the cool air making me shudder in my vulnerability. She nodded toward a chair.
"Sit. Hands at your sides."
I did as she said, avoiding eye contact as my hands left my shame to be seen.
I expected a lecture. A scolding. Maybe even mockery. What I didn't expect was for Lucy to step into my line of sight. She was dressed in a silky bathrobe, giving me a bold look up and down..
"Hello, Cole."
I instantly covered myself back up.
"Lucy!? What's going on!?"
My mother grabbed my hands, slowly pulling them back to my sides. "Your dear sister Lucy is here to assist us." She explained. "You told me that... despite your disgusting little fetish... you would never actually want it for real."
"I don't! Mom, that's...!"
"Hush. If that is true, then this challenge should be easy for you."
My head reels as I hear her words. "Challenge?"
"If you fail, it means your perversions are too far gone. And I will have no choice but to have you out of my house."
That hit hard. I had no money, and plenty of college debt. I wouldn't last a day on the streets.
"I told you not to orgasm for exactly one week. Well... you've got about half an hour left."
On cue, Lucy pulled out a digital timer, setting it atop the dresser.
"All you have to do is keep due on your promise. Don't cum for 30 more minutes."
The pieces finally fell into place. Her order. The skimpy clothes all week. Me stripping. Lucy.
"Wait!" I try to plead.
"And the time starts... now!"
With the flick of her wrist, Lucy starts the timer, the seconds slowly counting down.
"Lucy, dear. Would you like to start us off?"
"With pleasure." She coos, parting her robe to reveal her tiny, green thong bikini.
My eyes nearly bug out of my head, a familiar stirring in my loins. Lucy eyes me up and down.
"Ooh. Someone likes what they see."
I grit my teeth, trying to keep my breaths steady. But as I watch Lucy slip fully out of her cloak, her long, pale legs, taut stomach, perky breasts, all barely hidden by thin strips of fabric, my erection was inevitable.
"Full mast. Just 30 seconds in." My mother tsks, running a finger across my bare thigh. "Not a good sign."
"Don't blame him, Mom. It's not his fault his sister's so sexy." Lucy giggles, running her hands up and down her bare skin. My dick twitches with every soft moan she mutters, every undulating thrust of her hips. And as she turns around, bending over to show how her thong disappears between her full, round ass, I am as mortified as I am entranced.
I instinctively shut my eyes, unable to bare the shame or arousal. But I spring my eyes open with a gasp as I feel my mother's hand wrap around my rigid length.
"Keep watching." She threatens, grasping my shoulder with her free hand. "Or I start stroking."
I whimper softly. But I obey. I watch as my sister continues her erotic motions. Swaying her hips, grasping at her breasts, tracing lines along the thin cloth covering her pussy. I can already feel myself more aroused than I've ever been.
"Alright Lucy. Enough teasing. Show him what he's been craving."
And with a devilish grin, Lucy slowly reaches behind her back. I suddenly feel my mother begin stroking me.
"M- mom!" I sputter. "I'm watching! I'm watching!"
"I know." She acknowledges. "Keep it up."
I swallow hard. The feeling of her soft hands squeezing my hardened dick, combined with the sight of Lucy untying her bra, it takes the fear of having my life upended to stop myself from thrusting into her now sticky palm.
Lucy's bra flutters to the floor, her perky breasts now on full display. She gently grabs at them. "So... what do you think? As nice as you imagined them to be?"
I sit silently for a moment, lost in my attempt to maintain control. But as I feel my mother's hand pick up the pace, I quickly choke out a response.
"They're lovely!"
"Aww." My mother coos. "How sweet of you."
It couldn't have been more than a few minutes by now. But I was already at the point where I'd normally get tired of foreplay and skip straight to the sex portion of my pornos. There's no way I could last the full 30, was there?
Suddenly, as if answering my prayers, my mother pulls her hand away. I let out a shaky breath, cock already beginning to ooze precum.
My mother licks the sticky residue from her fingers, making me throb.
"Enjoy your break while it lasts. You're gonna need it."
I nod, continuing to fight for control of my breathing as I lie my head back.
I had just watched my sister strip topless.
I had just gotten a handjob from my mother.
This can't be happening. This is insane. This is...
"Time's up." Lucy rings, sashaying closer to me. My gaze snaps to my mother.
"Wh- what!? But that was hardly-!"
"I called this a challenge for a reason. Be grateful you even get breaks at all."
"Yeah..." Lucy mocked, sliding her hands down my legs as she sunk to her knees. "Be grateful."
My jaw started to tremble as I watched her, her face now mere inches from my dripping, rock hard mast. I knew what was about to happen. Maybe I was still dazed with shock. Because I didn't register the full situation until I felt her soft lips wrap around me.
I gasped, eyes rolling to the back of my head as my sister began sweetly suckling. "Oh God... Lucy..." I whimpered.
She seemed to laugh, even with her mouth full of my cock. She steadied the base, beginning to bob her head with wet, fluid motions. What little amount of control I'd recovered now crumbled away, as my dick slickened with Lucy's licks and slurps. She pulled off, swirling her tongue around the tip, making my toes curl.
"Oh, Lucy. That's my girl." My mother encouraged from behind my ear. "She gets it from me, you know. I was the Blowjob Queen of my campus."
The mere thought of my young, sorority-aged mother sucking hard dicks at a college party made me want to cum right there. Right into Lucy's mouth. But what I heard next made my heart sink enough to deafen my arousal, if only slightly.
"Can you show me, Mom?" Lucy purred, taking a long lick up my member.
I felt like the world began to spin as my mother laughed, pulling off me.
"Why, Lucy. I would be honored."
And with that, she sank down beside her. My mother and sister together. Kneeling between my legs.
This couldn't be real. It had to be a dream. A nightmare. This couldn't actually be happening.
My mother gripped me. "Watch close, Lucy. You have the passion and skill, but you need to work on technique. For example..." I felt myself spiral as my mother swallowed me down to the base. She just held me there for a few moments, letting me twitch and spasm wildly in her tight, wet throat, before pulling away without so much as a gag.
