It was finally next Friday.
Throughout the week, Rachel and I had been quietly and deliciously sneaking honest sexual activity with each other late at night while Mom was asleep. But today was Friday, Mom's special day to be involved with her kids', uh... activities. Yeah, activities. All very clinical, just an older brother helping his little sister with a personal problem. Nothing to see here.
We were all sitting in the living room watching Arrested Development at around 6:00 PM when Rachel casually pointed out that we would need to do her "facial therapy" that day, as she had begun calling it. Mom, eager for things to get started, suggested that we begin right then and there in the living room. Rachel was down, but I felt a little awkward about the idea.
"Uh, are you guys sure?" I asked nervously. "Doesn't it feel kinda..." and I looked between the several full-length open windows that looked out into our spacious and sunny backyard. "Kinda exposed out here?"
"Oh, David," Mom scoffed, straining slightly as she got up to go close the shades on the three or four Windows that let sunlight into the room. Our mom was a much larger woman; not in a gross way, at least not to me, but enough that quickly standing up from a seated position was not as easy for her as it used to be.
"Rachel, honey, would you turn on the light?" Mom asked my sister while she finished closing the shades. Rachel reached over, turning on the tall lamp next to the couch as Mom settled back down.
"Okay!" Mom clapped her hands together excitedly, the couch creaking under her considerable weight. "David, why don't you go ahead and take your penis out?" she suggested, but it was more of a gentle command.
"Sounds like a plan," I said as casually as I could, pulling myself through the front-facing holes in both my pajama pants and boxers. My penis was a little less than halfway erect. It had received the message from my brain that it was time for action, but it needed a little more persuasion.
Rachel glanced over at my penis, and then stood up in front of me and began to undress.
Mom giggled. "You're really eager, huh, baby?" she asked my little sister.
"Mom, don't be weird!" Rachel shot back. "I just, uh... wanna get this over with, I guess. Gotta get my big brother hard for that to happen, so..."
"Sure, babe. I know," Mom replied, obviously not believing Rachel about wanting to "get this over with."
Rachel rolled her eyes at Mom and then turned to me. "Do you wanna see me from the front? Or..." and then she turned around and slowly began pulling her cotton underwear down, bending over as she did. When she was fully bent over, I could clearly see her asshole and the slit of her delicious vagina directly underneath it.
"Uhm," I thought for a moment, "the front."
Even after seeing her bend over like that, for some reason I still wanted just a clear view of her vagina, which would be better with her facing me.
"Alllll-riiiight," Rachel replied in a sing-song voice, turning to face me as she sat down on the carpet at a distance of about four feet. She spread her legs to expose herself to me. Even with her legs fully open, her vagina was little more than a perfect slit at the center of her outer labia, between which the glistening pink folds of her inner labia were just barely visible.
I do not know where her eyes were or what her face looked like in that moment because I could not look away from what she was showing me. I'm not sure if she was looking at my dumb transfixed face, or at my penis, which by this point was fully erect.
She put her middle and ring fingers in her mouth to moisten them, then brought her hand down and began rubbing slow circles around her clit. My pajamas and boxers were sort of getting in the way because they both had a relatively small hole in the front. The holes worked well enough to take my dick out to pee, but right now they were a little constricting. I pulled both my pajamas and boxers down and kicked them off to the side.
"Hang on a second, David." Mom told me before I could get started working on myself. I paused and looked over at her.
"Okay," she said, "point your penis straight up." I obeyed my mother. She bent over me and I could hear spit moving around in her mouth. She positioned her face about 6 inches above my penis, then pushed out a small torrent of warm fluid. It landed right on the tip, splashing over my urethra. Mom's spit was very thin, almost like water, and it quickly dripped down my shaft in multiple shining rivulets.
I began masturbating, working my mom's warm spit all over my dick. Even though her saliva was very thin, there was a lot of it, and it was more than slimy enough to work well as lubrication. Rachel watched all of closely this with her mouth hung slightly open.
"Does that feel nice, baby?" Mom asked as she relaxed back into her seat on the couch next to me. I told her it did. I picked up the pace a little bit. I told my mom how warm and slippery it was.
"Well, good," Mom said. "I know you probably wouldn't want your mother, uh, helping you, like your sister did last time. But it doesn't bother you if I just help with spit, right?"
"Yeah, it's great," I said, still massaging my penis using my mother's warm spit. I didn't know what else to say. Part of me wanted Mom to help more, but I didn't want Rachel to get jealous. Plus, I was pretty sure that I was in love with Rachel by that point, so I really didn't want to mess things up. But still, it didn't help that our mom was just an older, more voluptuous version of my sister. No, that didn't help at all.
Regardless of how Rachel would feel about Mom touching me, she seemed to be turned on by seeing Mom spit on my cock and me using the spit to pleasure myself with. She was rubbing herself faster and faster, until she quickly slowed down.
"Rachel, what's wrong?" Mom asked.
"I was about to... cum, Mom." Rachel sounded a little embarassed.
"That's okay baby," Mom reassured her lovingly. "don't you think your brother would like to see that? You've seen him have enough orgasms, I don't think he'd mind." I nodded my head in an exaggerated and obvious way, but they both ignored me.
"No," Rachel replied, "it's not that. I'm fine with him seeing me have an orgrasm. It's just that, when I do..." She was still rubbing herself very slowly. "I mean, when I do, I get really wet. Like explosively wet."