All characters in this story are at least eighteen years old.
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Danny was sitting at his computer desk watching 'John Carter.' Lynn Collins, who played Dejah Thoris, was the spitting image of his mother in her younger years. His mother, Connie, was still hot, even at forty-six. He had fantasized about his mom since he accidentally saw her giving her date a blowjob. She was on her back being mouth fucked by him and when he came, she seemed to love eating the cum. He wanted his cock to be the one in her mouth and having her swallow his load. It was a rare day that he hadn't jacked off fantasizing about that.
"Got a minute?" his sister, Janet, asked from the doorway.
He paused the movie and turned to her. "Sure, what's up?"
"Tonight's the night."
"You're so full of shit," he replied.
She tossed him a notebook and sat on the side of the bed near him. "Look at this."
Danny opened the notebook and looked through it. "You've been keeping records?"
"For three months. There's a pattern."
"What pattern?"
"Every four days, like clockwork. If she misses the fourth day, she's a basket case."
He looked further into her notes. "Okay, I see it. Today is day four. So what? She'll go out for two hours, suck a cock, if that's what she's really doing, and come home."
"Tonight, when she sucks cock, it'll have to be yours."
"Right."
"Look out the window, Danny."
He walked to the window and pulled back the curtain. Snow was falling in huge flakes and at least six inches had already accumulated. "How long is it supposed to keep snowing."
"Until morning. They expect another six to eight inches. Mom called about ten minutes ago from work. She's on her way home now. Everything is already closed through tomorrow. She'll be stuck here, and the only cock around will be yours."
"Janet, what makes you think she sucks cock every four days?"
"Aunt Jean told me. She and mom are both cum addicts."
"I suspect cum addiction is nothing more than that fantasy bullshit on places like Literotica," he chuckled.
"It's real. I googled it."
"Fine, so how do we get my cock in mom's mouth?"
"By eight, she'll be craving. By ten, she'll be a basket case. About ten you put on just gym shorts and start doing stretches. After a few minutes limp into her bedroom with pain in your groin. She'll have you lay on her bed to look at it. While she's looking, you get hard. She'll take it from there."
"There's a flaw in your plan. I'll already be hard."
"Even better. Just be sure to wear shorts that your dick will pop out of."
"Do you really think it's going to be that simple?"
"I'll stake my mouth on it. If she doesn't suck you, I will," his sister replied. Danny's brow raised. "I will. Really."
"You've never given a blowjob."
"No, but I've seen videos. It doesn't matter anyway. Mom's going to be the one doing the sucking tonight. Just so you know, you're gonna owe me."
"What am I going to owe you?"
"After mom sucks you, you're going to owe me a pussy licking."
"If mom sucks me tonight, I'll lick your pussy better than it's ever been licked."
"It's never been licked. My boyfriend thinks the idea is gross."
"You need a different boyfriend. He's a dumbass."
"A dumbass that won't be getting a blowjob. At least he won't be getting one from me," she said smiling.
"I'd eat your pussy, bet or no bet."
"Would you really? I'm your sister."
"You're also about the hottest girl I've ever seen. Hell yeah! I'd eat you. Just say when."
"Tomorrow."
"Mom will be home tomorrow."
"The next day then."
"Deal," Danny replied.
Janet left the room with a big smile on her face. She was Danny's other fantasy woman. They were close and talked about everything but had never crossed any lines sexually with each other. She had just turned eighteen and Danny was turning nineteen the following week.
Danny put on his coat, grabbed the snow shovel in the garage and began clearing enough of the driveway for his mom to get into the garage. By the time he had cleared a path it had already collected another half inch of snow. His mother's white Chrysler Pacifica pulled up just as he finished. Danny stepped aside so she could pass then followed her into the garage. He propped the snow shovel against the wall and opened her car door.
Connie was a real estate agent and always dressed for success. As she turned to get out of the car, he saw just enough leg to cause his cock to stir. Danny loved her long legs. He offered his hand and helped her stand. She smiled at him.
"Welcome to the Hilton, madam. May I get your bag?" he asked.
"Several of them, sir. I picked up a few things on the way home," she replied.
She didn't appear to be in her best mood as she pushed the button on her key fob and opened the lift gate.
"Rough drive?"
"Very. The snow wasn't that bad but the idiots driving five miles an hour were."
"First snow of the winter. They always forget how to drive in it. I'll get the stuff."
She nodded and went inside. Danny grabbed the three bags, closed the lift gate, and carried them to the kitchen.
"Christ, Danny! Your boots are leaving a trail of water through the kitchen," she barked.
"Sorry, mom. I'll clean it up."
"Yes, you will."
"Lighten up, mom. I said I'd take care of it."
Danny removed his boots and set them in the garage then grabbed a mop in the utility room to clean up the water. She gruffly grabbed the mop out of his hand and began mopping up the small amount he had tracked in. Danny turned and walked to his room, closing the door hard. He hung up his coat, then flopped down on his bed.
Connie put away the things she had picked up at the store then went to her room and changed into a sweat suit. Walking back toward the kitchen she yelled for Danny and Janet to join her. They came in and she gestured toward the table. All three sat.
"I don't ask much of you. It's just the three of us here. If we work together, keeping the house neat is fairly simple. There's a stack of papers here on the table. There are dirty dishes in the sink. The dishwasher is almost full and needs to be run. Magazines on the couch. Danny tracked water through the kitchen. I work hard all day. I need a little help around here," their mother complained.
"Mom, you grabbed the mop out of my hand," Danny replied.
"You should have taken your boots off before you came in," she snapped.
Janet and Danny both stood. Janet went into the kitchen and put the single glass and spoon that were in the sink in the dishwasher. Danny picked up the three magazines laying on the couch then took them to his mother.
"Real Estate magazines, where would you like me to put them?" he asked. Danny slid the stack of papers to her. "More real estate stuff."
His mother blushed, realizing that she had been the one who left them there.
"There's room for dinner dishes in the washer. We can run that after dinner," Janet said.
"Sorry about tracking the water in. It won't happen again," Danny said, as he left the room.
Janet sat back at the table. "Anything else, mom?"
"What crawled up your brother's ass?"
"Danny worked from four this morning until about two. He shoveled the driveway so you could get in the garage then got his butt chewed over a little water on the floor. I suspect he's tired and frustrated."
"I'm not having a very good day today."
"Neither is he now."
"What do you want to do for dinner?" mom asked.
"I made lasagna today. That's where the dishes in the dishwasher came from. It's in the fridge and ready to go in the oven. Let me know when and I'll put it in. After dinner I'll run the dishwasher."
Janet stood and left the room. Connie remained at the table, now realizing that each of her complaints were unwarranted. She knew the source of her frustration and also knew she wouldn't be able to resolve it for a couple of days.
Janet had gone to her brother's room. "Everything is going according to plan," she said.
"When did getting our heads bitten off become part of the plan?"
"Just part of her frustration. After she has a drink and some dinner, she'll want to apologize to each of us. She always comes to our rooms and sits on the bed to do that. Be patient. Oh yeah, rub your sore back occasionally."
"My back isn't sore," he replied.
"All that shoveling? If you had a sore back and a groin pull, I'd wager mom would recommend a soak in a hot bath then give you a massage. Horny woman giving a hot guy a massage? That sounds like a prelude to sex to me."
Danny smiled. "When did you get so devious?"
"It's a woman thing. You wouldn't understand," she replied seriously. "You need to get out of those clothes and into a muscle shirt and gym shorts. No underwear either."
"Think so?"
"I know so. She needs a man. You're a hot one. Market yourself. Play up the sore back a little. Trust me."
