I woke up to the sound of knocking at my door, rapid but not terribly loud. I didn't need to even glance at the clock beside my bed to know that it was exactly 6:46am, and his alarm had gone off just 60 seconds earlier. He was certainly predictable. Squeezing my eyes closed, I stretched my arms out as far as they would go. "Come in," I let out with a groan.
The door opened only about a foot. He held the handle with his left hand but his right hand was across his stomach holding onto his left elbow. The stance perfectly expressed the nervousness he felt. He was naked, aside from the tight beaded necklace he wore. His head was down, and his long shaggy hair seemed to poof out in every direction, but he looked at me uncertainly. Sure enough, he had an erection below his crossed arms. That boy's hard cock pointing at me was as predictable as his timing.
I smiled as I looked him over and spoke to him softly and reassuring, "Good morning, Teddy. You can come in."
He opened the door wide enough to take a hesitant step inside my room, "Morning Mom."
I pulled the covers off to one side of me, letting him see my own naked body. I watched the twitching of his cock and noticed the clenching in his jaw. He stood as though frozen in place. I placed a hand on my breast and slid it across my tummy down between my legs, stroking the lips of my sex once with my fingertips. "Come on over," I told him in that same soothing tone.
This way of starting the day was something that was very new for my son. Our intimate relationship had only recently developed and it wasn't something he was used to yet. I had assured him that it was perfectly fine to for him to wake me up in the morning so we could take care of him, and he'd done so each morning since we'd had that talk, but he still seemed unsure. It was understandable. I think some of that uncertainty comes with being a man his age, never mind the uniqueness of our relationship. He'd get there. In fact, I was sure it wouldn't take him long at all to grow more comfortable with our ritual, and I certainly couldn't think of a better way to build his confidence.
I spread my legs as he made his way to the bed and reached for the bottle of lubricant on my nightstand. Teddy wasn't very good yet at pacing himself, so this made it much easier for me to match his speed. I filled my hand with the cool gel while he knelt between my open legs. I enjoyed the way his cock throbbed at my touch. I lathered his erection and then I laid both my arms at my sides on the soft bed.
The first few times we'd been together, he'd really needed my help. I'd use my hands to guide his cock to the entrance of my sex while he struggled to keep his body upright, he was trembling so much with excitement. The few most recent times we'd had sex, he did almost everything on his own. I loved seeing (and feeling) the way my son was quickly growing more independent sexually and I already had so many ways I intended to teach him once his confidence grew some more.
I moaned softly as Teddy slid inside of me. There is such a unique joy to that first moment you feel a hard cock inside you, filling you up. I closed my eyes and laid back contentedly as he thrust his hips in and out. This would certainly not take him long, another characteristic of his youth. I savored the sensations of my son taking his pleasure with me. My slow, deep breaths were a stark contrast to his rapid, heavy panting. I enjoyed the motion of him rocking my body, practically enough to vibrate me. This was, by no means, a bad way for my day to begin.
I opened my eyes to smile at Teddy, but then I saw something behind him that made me smile even more. A mischievous grin told me that my son was about to have something even more special to enjoy this morning.
As his hips worked rapidly and he felt his pleasure rising uncontrollably, Teddy was shocked to feel two hands grip onto his hips. His torso went abruptly rigid and he gasped loudly. I felt his cock twitching inside of me. The hands, with bright blue fingernails, were quick to wrap around his torso. A pair of breasts pressed against his bare back as they squeezed his chest. He felt the heat of breath against his ear as soft lips whispered, "Hey, Little Brother." Then, his sister's tongue stuck out and licked his ear sensually.
He was trembling now. Her hands, practically clawing at his torso, slid backwards. One palm pressed firmly against the center of his back and pushed him forward. "Bend over," Roxie commanded as she reached for the lube bottle with her other hand. He practically fell on top of me, but I was prepared. I wrapped both of my arms around him as tightly as I could, holding his head behind mine as I watched her excitedly. He managed to keep his cock inside me while I pinned him there.
Roxie moved quickly. He thumb, now glistening with lube, slid deftly into his asshole. The gel ensured he wasn't hurt by the sudden sensation. Her fingers were able to brush against his balls and her other hand still pushed him down onto me. He moaned aloud and came instantly. I could feel the hot heavy spurts of it inside of me. I clutched him happily while watching Roxie's satisfied expression. He lay there, pinned between us, cock dancing inside of me while his body shook slightly, entirely out of his control. Eventually I felt his breathing begin to slow and I loosened my grip on his body.
