My Brother Would Not Listen

My brother would not listen. He's the type of guy who never uses his head; he just operates on pure instinct. I must've spent a good half hour trying to dissuade Jason from fucking our mother. I explained what the possible consequences might be and went down a list of cons why he shouldn't walk into the house and do it. And for each con I gave him, he'd find two pros to throw back at me. I knew I was never going to reach this idiot brother of mine. How could I? He's lusted after mom's plump ass ever since he was twelve. And you know, once lust takes hold of a man's body and mind, there's no room for reason.

I love my mother and I think she's pretty, but I can't force my brain to do an about-face and start thinking of her in the same perverted way Jason did. To be honest with you, it's not that mom doesn't have sex appeal, she does. But after all, she's mom--plain and simple. However, if I was forced to choose which body part I found most attractive on my mother, I'd say it would be her long silky, smooth legs. I'm a leg man for sure and mom wins hands down in that department.

But hey, that's just me. Some of you reading this story might appreciate breasts. If that's the case, then let me tell you right now, my mom hardly has any tits to speak of. Now don't get me wrong, she isn't entirely flat-chested. She's what I would call a large A-cup. And let's leave it at that.

Jason, on the other hand, is strictly an ass man. I think he's a little obsessed with ass. When we were teenagers I accidentally discovered his secret stash of magazines and VHS tapes. I watched some of the tapes and flipped through the magazines. Funny thing is, they were all older women who showed off their big, round butts or older women who did anal. I have to admit watching those tapes did get my dick hard; I even jerked off a couple of times.

Anyway, bright and early tomorrow morning, Jason has to report to the local office of the Marine Corps. From there, he gets shipped off to the Carolinas for 13 weeks of boot camp. Once he's completed his training, the Marines are supposed to educate him in the field of Electro-Optical Instrument Repair. The first time Jason broke the news to our mom about his enlistment, she had a major fit. All day long she cried and begged for him to reconsider. She didn't want him going off to some war in another country, but it was too late. He had already put his John Hancock on the dotted line. There was nothing she could do. That was six months ago. Mom went through a slight depression as a result. Even though she eventually came around, I knew she still hurt inside.

The day before my brother was to report for duty, my mom made reservations for us at Enzo's, a very popular Italian restaurant in town. She and dad used to go to go there on special occasions. I'm sure the place held a great deal of sentimental value for her, which is probably why she chose it in the first place.

We arrived a few minutes early and were promptly seated and handed our menus. We ordered and talked while we waited for the food to arrive. Mom looked sad, but Jason managed to get her out of her funk by cracking jokes most of the night. During the meal, mom got really tipsy from the wine. And it didn't help that my brother kept refilling her glass each time it was empty. I think she was trying to drown her sorrows. First dad dying of a heart attack three years before and now Jason joining the Marines. I felt bad for my mom.

After we had our dessert and espresso, I drove us back to mom's house. Jason and I no longer lived at the old place, but I still kept a room there. My brother had his own apartment in town and I lived at the university dorms. I didn't like leaving mom all alone in that empty house, but she insisted I needed to concentrate on my education and not worry so much about her. Unfortunately, school was a two-hour drive away, but it offered one of the best linguistics courses on the East Coast.

"Jason, what's wrong with you?" We were standing outside mom's bedroom window as we whispered back and forth to each other.

"Bill, I can't help it. I need mom's ass before they ship me out. I'm like burning up inside," he said in sexual excitement as we both watched our mom change into her usual t-shirt and panties. "I can't take it anymore. Look, I promise to be gentle with her but I'm going to do it. Besides, it's only incest if I fuck her pussy, which I'm not going to do." I reached out and grabbed his arm, but he twisted away from my grip and disappeared around the corner. He was out of his mind with lust.

I heard the front door open and close. I never moved from my spot. I should've followed him inside and put a stop to this insanity, but I didn't. I couldn't. I remained standing outside like some kind of peeping tom waiting for the show to begin.

I watched my mom apply moisturizer to her arms, face, and legs. This was her nightly ritual before going to sleep. She was just about to finish up when my brother barged in. She was startled by the sudden intrusion, but quickly smiled when she saw it was only Jason and not some psycho burglar. She stood up to hug him and then he spoke for a bit; I couldn't hear what he was saying since the double-paned window muffled the sound of his voice. When he stopped speaking, my mom covered her mouth in shock. He must've said some pretty naughty things for her to react that way.

When she didn't reply, Jason took advantage of her stupor and quickly removed her shirt. I was surprised by his brazenness. As I mentioned before, mom doesn't have the biggest tits, which explains why Jason didn't even stop to admire them. He was on a mission to fuck ass and nothing was going to get in his way. He then tugged her pink panties down and said something to mom; she shook her head in response. Then she slowly yet reluctantly raised each shapely leg so my brother could remove her undies. He inspected the satiny cloth for a moment before he held it to his nose and boldly sniffed away, especially the spot where her anus had rubbed against the fabric. They locked eyes as his nostrils repeatedly flared while he inhaled her feminine musk.

Once he had his fill of her intoxicating aroma, Jason tossed her panties aside and hurriedly removed his slacks and boxers. His large, twitching erection thumped against his stomach, almost pointing straight to the ceiling. Mom's eyes traveled back and forth from the wide mushroom head of his prick to his sparsely covered nut sack. From the look on her face, I don't think she ever saw a cock that size in person, which leads me to believe dad wasn't very big. I have to admit, my brother also had me beat by at least three inches in length and a little more in girth, but none of the women I've been with have ever complained, so it didn't bother me.

With his clothes now off, and his hormones controlling his actions, Jason gently maneuvered our unresponsive mother to the bed and had her climb on. It took a bit of effort on his part, but he managed to bend mom's arms and legs until she was positioned on her elbows and knees. There was a moment of silence as he took in the view of her ass. From the looks of things, mom appeared to be in total denial, probably because of her alcohol-addled brain. Not once did she put up a struggle, not even when Jason pried her soft cheeks apart and eagerly buried his face in her crack.

I moved closer to the window and watched my brother attack her asshole like a wildman devouring his game. He licked, sucked, and nibbled her crinkly hole and round cheeks while my mom kept blinking like an android doing complex calculations. I think her brain was trying to make sense of the situation but, ultimately, not doing a very good job of it.

Jason finally came up for air and pulled his flushed face back. He was panting and taking in the erotic view of mom's derriere. I don't think I've seen him happier. Then he spat on his palm and liberally coated his jutting prick, making sure he was well lubed. Mom still showed no signs of sobriety. In fact, I'm not entirely sure she even knew that one of her son's was about to bury his dick in her ass. I wanted to warn her; I really did, but for some reason, I couldn't. Maybe there was a perverted part of me that wanted to see mom get fucked just as bad as Jason wanted to fuck her. I don't know.

Once my brother was ready, he mumbled something to her. Mom hesitantly reached back and pulled her cheeks apart. Her hands slipped the first time because his saliva hadn't dried yet, but then she got it on the second try. The view of mom's open ass caused Jason to get very excited. Overcome with sexual desire, he moved into position and impatiently pressed the bloated head of his dick against her vulnerable anus. Her body noticeably stiffened when she felt the blunt head trying to force its way into her puckered hole.

Mom made a feeble attempt to get away, but Jason quickly grabbed her by the waist and dragged her back. To prevent a second attempt at escape, he placed his left hand between her shoulder blades and firmly pinned her down. Satisfied she wouldn't be able to move, my brother started over and aimed his long, thick cock at her puckered hole. He pushed using steady pressure but taking it nice and easy, which is a good thing because I didn't want my mom getting hurt.

Nothing seemed to be happening until mom suddenly gasped as her face contorted into a deep frown. She clutched the bedspread with her tiny hands, shocked by the sudden intrusion into her delicate hole. Jason moaned as he pushed in more of his erection causing mom's eyes to widen as if the realization of what my brother was doing had finally sunk in. He eventually paused so she could adjust to his size. I could tell she was experiencing some discomfort but not as much as I thought, thanks to the alcohol.

While waiting for her to relax, Jason began rubbing and kneading the smooth pliant flesh of mom's ass. He even spread her round butt cheeks apart and held them wide open so he could inspect her rubbery ring. He was so focused on mom's puckered hole, I honestly think it was a Kodak moment for him.

Oh yeah, speaking of Kodak, I remembered I had a 12-megapixel camera in my car. I got it as a birthday gift from my uncle but seldom used it. Well, there's no time like the present as they say, so I rushed to get it and returned just as fast. At the last moment, I decided to go to a different window so I could view the action from the side. Lucky for me, it was already open.

I peeked inside and witnessed Jason forcing more of his swollen meat into mom's resisting ass, stretching her wider and wider. He paused and groaned a number of times along the way and managed to embed every rock-solid inch into her tight shitter. The sensation of having his dick buried inside mom's backside must've been pretty intense. I mean, how many guys can claim they've nailed their dream ass?

I took aim and pressed the button. The sound never even startled them, but I still ducked out of sight. After a couple of seconds had gone by, I peeked over the sill and took another look. This time Jason was pumping his dick to and fro into mom's clasping anus. He began to develop a nice, steady fuck rhythm. Each time he went all the way in, the top of her cheeks would flatten against his hips. And when he pulled back, they would fluff back to their original spongy shape. It didn't take very long for his strokes to become longer and harder. He relentlessly plowed mom's fleshy ass to the point where I could hear skin slapping against skin. At this point, Jason wasn't just fucking mom, he was unleashing years of pent-up sexual energy on the object of his desire.

I feel ashamed to admit it, but I became so aroused that my cock had formed an uncomfortable tent in my pants. I had to reach down and adjust my package. When I looked back up, Jason's thrusts were starting to become erratic, which was a sure sign of his impeding climax. With a look of determination on his face, he began to double his efforts, moving like a smooth, well-oiled piston as he mercilessly hammered her ass.

"Mom! I'm going to cum in your tight ass!" He cried out, nearly out of breath. His cock sank deep into mom's ass before his body stiffened like a board. He screamed in ecstasy as his head tilted back from the intensity of his enormous climax. I've never seen someone cum so long before, not even in a porn movie. It was as if Jason was pouring his very soul into our mother.

When his orgasm finally died down and the last droplets of jism had been deposited into her ass, my brother slowly removed his thick cockshaft. When the blunt head just cleared her glistening asshole, Jason's watery semen immediately leaked out and splattered on the bed. By the amount of jism left on the sheets you'd think he came in cups!

My mom decided to flop down onto her stomach and quickly fell asleep. Jason pulled her hair to the side and gently kissed her nape and shoulder before he got up to dress. My mom must've passed out because she didn't move a muscle. Once my brother had his sandals on, he took in her curves with a hungry gaze before covering her with a sheet. Then he kissed her on the cheek and turned off the light. He locked up the house and came around to my side with a shit-eating grin on his face. I was mad at him and he knew it. We drove back to his place in silence. I dropped him off at his apartment and went back to my dorm room, but not before I pulled over on a quiet stretch of road and jerked off. I had to do it or my balls were going to explode.

The next morning, Jason went to boot camp. Now it's just me and mom. As a dutiful son, I try my best to visit her as much as I can, and during these times, when I think she's not looking, I check out her sexy ass. She's caught me on more than one occasion, but she doesn't seem to be bothered by it, even though I am. As for Jason, we haven't seen him for four years now. Mom says he calls twice a month but something didn't feel right to me. Call it a hunch.

One day during my weekly visits, my phone died on me. While it charged, I had to use my mother's cell so I could check on my e-mails. When I was done, curiosity got the better of me so I decided to go through her text messages. I couldn't believe what I found. See for yourselves:

Jason: Mom, thanks for meeting me at the hotel the other night. I get so hard thinking about your sexy ass. It drives me crazy! I'm so glad I'm getting out in another week! In the meantime, here's something for you to remember me by. LOL. I know it's not romantic but it does keep me going, if you know what I mean. LOL.

My eyes bugged out when I saw the image he had sent her: They were in a motel room. And for him to get this shot, he must've had his phone on a timer. Anyway, he was holding up my mother under the back of her knees, mid-air, with her back pressed against his chest; her ass cheeks were wide open and her pussy was completely shaved. Her anus was gaping showing his semen pooling just at the rim, ready to drop to the floor. Below her ass, Jason's fat, shiny dick was pointing straight to the ceiling when it should've been soft. I couldn't believe what a hot, anal slut my mom had become.

Mom: You are so fresh, young man! I felt so dirty when you did that to me. Luckily, we had drinks before because I don't know if I could've gone through with it. Please be a good boy and don't show this to anyone. I would die of shame!

Looks like this will be an ongoing thing for them. The first time Jason fucked mom, she didn't have a tattoo on her butt, but now she has one on her left cheek. I guess my mom is a size queen and is trying to recapture her youth. I don't know. What I do know is, a part of me wants to get in on the action but she already chose my brother so I'll leave it alone. I had considered confronting her about their incestuous relationship just so she'd feel pressured into fucking me, but I think I prefer to just watch, when I can.

I was so focused on the image, I didn't hear mom walk up behind me. She let out a loud gasp. I had to smirk. This could get very interesting...