It was a little disconcerting sitting there on my mother's bed, dressed in my little sister's pink panties, while Kelly and my mother giggled about what I could only describe as Kelly's 'hand job training'.
Our mother had so casually suggested she could give my sister some tips on how to give a good hand job, and then the next thing I knew, it appeared she and Kelly were agreeing to it and drawing me into their agreement. While I knew the nasty wish list my sister and I put together called for Kelly to spend an hour each day learning the craft of a good hand job and a good blow job, I seriously didn't expect my mother to be her teacher. Of course, I saw myself in the teacher role, but, as it appeared, our mother was about to take that job from me.
"So," she began, as she sat up and looked at my little sister, "the first thing you need to figure out when you give your man a hand job is, uh...... well.... where he's going to ejaculate."
Mom went on to tell Kelly that it wouldn't be good to get down to the point of orgasm and not know what to do with the man's sperm. "There are lots of options," Mom said, "you can use a tissue, or if you're in bed you can just let him squirt it on himself, or on the sheets, or even on you." She said smiling. "And, of course, you can always use your mouth." Mom said, looking over at me and giggling.
Somehow, hearing my mother say all these words just seemed wrong. Okay, I fully admit I peeked on my mother while she masturbated herself that night in her darkened room, and I also admit I jacked myself while I watched her. And I can bring myself to admit that watching her turned me on to the point that I had a pretty good orgasm. But, I couldn't see my mother as a sexual partner. It's not that she's wasn't good looking, or that she didn't have a good body -- she was a beautiful woman and had a fantastic body. But, she was my mother -- and more importantly, she was my father's wife. It just seemed wrong, that's all.
Kelly, my little sister, was a different issue all together. She was close to my age and even though she was my sister, she wasn't attached, she was obtainable, she turned me on immensely and I had genuine feelings for her. Yes, she was my sister -- the same sister I'd already committed incest with. But, damn, I loved Kelly. I felt it deep inside me, and the fact that I loved her outweighed the fact she was my little sister.
"For now," mother said to Kelly, "we'll just keep it simple. We'll let Kyle squirt it on himself. That'll make clean up easy -- we can just use a wash cloth. We can talk about the other options when the man orgasms at our next lesson, but, for now, we'll just let him get himself all messy."
I swallowed hard when I heard that. If there was any question what my mother had in mind now, it was cleared up when she used my name and said they'd just let me cum all over myself. My sister looked at me with her eyes opened wide and I could see her biting her lips trying not to smile. I started to turn red, and that caused Mom to giggle as she reached out to pat my hand again, saying, "There's nothing to worry about, Kyle. I've already seen you naked, and, with an erection. I give you my word you're going to enjoy this, and I guarantee you'll thank me later."
Mom looked back at my sister and began speaking again, saying, "Okay, so now that we know where your brother is going to ejaculate, the next thing to decide is how the two of you are going to be positioned. Right now, let's just have him lie down here on the bed in a comfortable position with several pillows behind his head so he can watch. And that's very important to remember, Kelly. All guys like to watch. Men are very visual, so always keep that in mind for any hand job, blow job, or anything sexual for that matter."
Mom told Kelly to fluff up the pillows and get me comfortable while she went downstairs to get her cell phone in case Dad called.
As Mom left the room, Kelly burst out laughing as she said, "you should have seen your face a few minutes ago, Big Brother. I thought you were going to have a melt down when she said you were going to squirt all over yourself."
"Kelly," I said, in a serious tone, "you know where this is going, don't you? She thinks she's going to teach you step by step how to jack me off. And, I mean right here and right now..... like this was hand job school, or something."
"Yeah, I know." Kelly answered. "I think it's a great idea. Look, I'm a woman and so is she. If she's done this a lot and knows a lot of secrets and things about it..... and she's willing to teach me -- then, why not?"
"Kyle," my sister continued, "she knows we made love. She saw the list. She's seen us both naked and she's not mad at us for any of it. I think we'd be insane not to humor her right now. Besides, it sounds like her and Dad haven't done anything for a while and she's probably thrilled as hell to help us."
"Maybe so," I argued, "but what if she tries to touch my cock, or something?"
"And so what if she does?" Kelly asked. "I'll be right here. It's not like she's trying to have sex with you. She used to change your diapers and give you a bath, remember? She's probably touched you down there thousands of times."
Then Kelly stopped and looked at me for a second. Her eyes squinted down and her forehead wrinkled up as she gave me a serious look. "Kyle, be honest now." Kelly asked. "Are you just making a fuss to cover it up because you'd really like Mom to touch you like that?"
In the ten seconds she gave me to think about it, I didn't say 'No'. And when she realized I wasn't saying 'No', she smiled and slapped my arm.
"You do!" She giggled. "I can see it in your eyes, Big Brother. Admit it. You want Mom to touch you down there."
About then, we heard our mother coming up the stairs from the kitchen. We both turned to look at the door and then looked back at each other. "It's okay." Kelly said as she smiled at me. "Mom touched me a little bit when she was checking me, you know, when we had out little talk. And..... uh, I kinda liked it. So, it's okay if you want her to touch you, too." Kelly leaned over and kissed me on the lips and we were still kissing when Mom came back in the room.
"Give me a break!" Mom exclaimed. "I can't leave you two alone for a second before you're all over each other."
Kelly looked up and saw Mom standing by the bed watching us kiss and then leaned down and kissed me again -- this time much harder, making a show of the fact our tongues were touching. Mom patiently stood by the bed and watched us kiss without interrupting us, and when our kiss ended, Mom said, "Seriously though, I'm happy you feel comfortable enough around me to kiss like that. It's nice to see two people in love."
The expression on Mom's face was one of pride, that's the best way I can explain it. Here she was, watching her two children kiss like lovers on her on her own bed, and she was happy about it. Looking up at her, it finally hit me how it must have been between her and her own brother, and how much she hurt after her parent drove him away. She obviously remembered all that and was giving us the opportunity she never got from her own parents.
