Son's Point of View
It happened like this:
Two days before New Year's, I had returned home to stay with my Mom and my younger brother. For the previous three years, I mostly lived out of state in a college dorm. My brother was living at home while attending his first year at a local college. And, my 45 year old Mother was busy running her fancy Italian restaurant.
Sounds like a typical family, right? Working mom with two sons in college, and everyone lives happily ever after.
Strangely, as I came to find out, things weren't as they seemed. In fact, we're pretty far from what most people would consider 'normal.'
I woke up around midnight because of a thunderstorm (typical for these types of stories, right?). The pleasant sounds of the rain falling almost put me back to sleep.
My attention shifted when I heard footsteps down the hall, outside my room. I figured it was my brother going to the bathroom. But then I noticed the steps going back and forth, as if someone was pacing in the hallway. Since my door was closed, I didn't know what was happening.
Then I heard my Mother's voice. It came just as the rain was fading, so I was able to hear her clearly.
"Don't wake your brother," Mom hissed softly.
The footsteps ended at Mom's room. My first thought was that they were planning some sort of surprise for me. I would graduate from college soon. Maybe they planned to start the New Year off with a bang and acknowledge the upcoming milestone.
Curiosity got the better of me and I put my ear against the door. There was nothing, no noise whatsoever. The talking had ceased. I noticed a soft light in the hallway, under the bottom of my door. Something was definitely going on.
Now, I'm not usually the nosey type. But this was very strange. Why would Billy walk quietly to Mom's room in the middle of the night? And why would Mom want to keep it a secret?
Unable to resist, I opened my door to check it out. All I heard was rain outside. Coming from Mom's open door, I noticed a dim light, and stepped into the hall.
At that very moment, I heard something that forever changed all of our lives:
"My dick has been sore all day," Billy whispered. "Did you really have to make me wait for two whole days?"
In a hushed tone, Mom spoke quickly. "Shhh... You'll wake your brother. Consider yourself lucky that I'm even doing this for you."
"Sorry Mom. Thank you."
Something unusual was definitely happening next door. Did Billy really just talk about his 'dick' to Mom without getting smacked in the head? Any other time, Billy would have faced hell for using such language in front of our Mother. But now, it was acceptable?
Was it a medical issue? I wondered.
I inched towards Mom's room, certain they wouldn't notice me between the darkness of the hallway and the continued sound of raindrops outside.
When I peaked around the corner of Mom's dimly lit room, I got the shock of a lifetime.
Mom was kneeling beside her bed, while my brother Billy stood in front of her. His pants were down and I could see his bare hips. Mom's back was to me, but I realized from the bobbing motion of her head, that she was sucking off my younger brother! No wonder Billy's dick had been 'sore all day.'
Mom was still wearing her black silk nightgown. Her dark hair was pulled up in a messy ponytail which bounced with the motion of her head. For a moment, I actually forgot it was my Mom and was impressed by her efforts.
Billy's eyes were tightly closed while he enjoyed her attention. Every so often, he looked down at the top of her head and smiled slightly. As her right hand slowly trailed down to the base of his cock and began to pump, he threw back his head while groaning.
It was surreal to the point that I felt sick, especially when the quiet of the room was disrupted by lewd sucking noises. My instincts told me to interrupt this deviance and demand to know what the hell was happening. But apparently I have a thing for the taboo because I felt myself getting hard.
For some perspective, my Mother is one of the most well-mannered people I've ever met. She dresses conservatively, almost as if she's from a different era. Her sweet-heart personality is definitely one of the reasons her Italian restaurant does so well. Customers are taken by her charm and she has a large following of regulars.
Now here she was, with her face in my younger brother's crotch, as her head moved back and forth. There was no doubt what was happening. Billy's eyes were closed and he was softly moaning.
The next movement happened so fast, I almost missed it. My mom grabbed her phone, which was next to her on the bed, and took a few selfies. I couldn't believe it!
Not only was she (presumably) sucking my brother's dick, she was also documenting it with pictures on her phone. What the hell was going on?!
"I'm going to cum," Billy whispered. "You suck so good, Mom."
My mother put her phone down and lifted her head. At this point, both of her hands moved forward and back in front of her face.
"You were quick tonight," Mom said softly, looking up at him. "Must have been the long wait."
She reached down and picked up what appeared to be a jar. Continuing to stroke Billy, she managed to remove the lid with one hand. This time, I saw his penis when Mom moved. There was no doubt about it, Mom was sucking his dick.
Even more alarming was what the jar contained. Although the light was dim, I had a pretty idea good idea of what it was. Thick white fluid half-filled the jar. It was Billy's cum!
She stroked him while holding the jar. Billy tensed, groaned and shot his load into the mixture, then relaxed.
"I'm so excited for tomorrow," she whispered, milking every last drop from Billy's cum.
"Me too."
"I'll put our little cocktail back in the fridge, so it stays fresh."
What the hell was going to happen tomorrow? The whole sight was shocking and I stepped back, trying to be super quiet. Their 'session,' or whatever this was, had finished and I didn't want to be caught.
I made my way back to my room and gently closed the door. At this point, going back to sleep seemed impossible.
Mom's Perspective
After Isabella sent her youngest son, Billy, back to his room, she knew she had a real problem on her hands. Or maybe it was an opportunity to finally bring her oldest son Leo into the equation?
With her highly tuned 'mom-radar,' she heard the faint footstep of her oldest son as soon as he left his room, despite the heavy rain. Obviously, Leo caught her in the incestuous act.
This needed to be addressed immediately. Depending on Leo's reaction, maybe there'd even be an invitation, if he seemed inclined to participate. She was certain he'd be eager after a rational explanation. How could he decline such an opportunity?
She turned on her overhead bedroom light and ran downstairs to put the jar in the back of a bottom drawer in the fridge. Then she walked quickly to Leo's room. The rain storm was picking up again and she wondered if her son could hear her approach.
Isabella slowly opened the door to her son's room. Though dark, the light from her own bedroom allowed her to see the silhouette of her son laying still in his bed.
"Don't pretend to be sleeping," she whispered. "I heard your footsteps a minute ago."