The best laid plans. Isn't there an expression along those lines? Sometimes things just don't go according to plan.
It was Saturday night. A whole week since my life had been turned upside down. It was a chilly night for this time if year, I appreciated the warmth when I closed the front door behind me, arriving home after spending the day looking for a summer vacation job. Mum was in the kitchen, wearing a bathrobe and cooking dinner. We'd eaten together and talked like it were any other evening of the last 18 years, then I went for a shower. When I returned downstairs wearing my own bathrobe I could hear the crackle of the log fire in the lounge.
I loved our log fire. I used to love laying in front on it, basking in it's warmth and watching the flames dance. I entered the room, noticing Mum's bathrobe on the floor in the doorway. The curtains were closed and the lights were off, only the fire illuminated the room. Laying on the rug in front of the fire, illuminated by the flickering flames, Mum lay on her right side facing it. The movement of the fire cast light and shadow across her. Viewed from behind, her back and rear were cast in shadow but the length of her side was lit up. Her beautiful curves flowed from head to toe; her shoulders, bust, the sweeping indentation of her waist, outward curve of her hips then the long length of her legs.
How had I never noticed her beauty before? Admittedly we weren't in the habit of seeing each other naked until this week, and I hadn't seen her in a swimsuit for years... but even just her face - it was so pretty, especially when she wore those secretarial-looking glasses of hers. My robe fell to the floor and I lay behind her on the rug, our skin pressed together. I reached over her with my left arm, draping it over her waist and touching her soft belly. I lay there gently stroking my mother and began softly kissing her neck and shoulder.
How had we gotten here? It'd been a week since that first afternoon... after a Friday night encounter with Becky and her daughter Julie, Becky had asked me round to talk and somehow... witchcraft? Drugs? She talked me into having sex with a blindfold, masked stranger who was on her bed. Back home afterwards Mum and I felt an incredible attraction and it dawned on us who each other had been that afternoon. I tried to resist, but that day we started an incestuous relationship which had continued for a week so far. Becky had told us that she'd cast a spell to break down our inhibitions and make our new love possible.
Mum believed in witchcraft and when we visited Becky and Julie together she was taken-in by all of their mumbo-jumbo talk. I knew better - hypnosis and sedatives surely - but that night was also the start of something new. Mum was initiated into their little sorcery group and I... well, I was happy to play my part, who could resist receiving the attentions of three women?!
I stopped kissing her shoulder and whispered, "Happy anniversary Mum," in her ear.
She turned her head towards me and said, "You'll have to start calling me Charlotte, baby."
"Charlotte. I dunno, something doesn't feel right."
She held my left hand and slowly slid it down her body until it reached her mound. She used my finger to part her lips and slowly start to rub her clit. "That feels right though doesn't it?"
In silence I resumed kissing her body while gently massaging her pussy. I notice a bottle of lubricant on the floor in front of her and idly wondered why, we'd never needed it before. Touching her, the feel of her clit at my fingertips was turning me on, and I felt my cock start to press against her rear. She raised her left leg and bent the knee, planting her foot on the ground and leaving her legs akimbo. She moved her hips so that my cock slid into the crack of her ass and I felt it was all wet and slippery. She moved again, wiggling around so that I slid down the crack and pressed firmly against her. The wetness remained but her flesh against me felt...
She turned her head once more and whispered, "Fuck me there," before she pushed her rump back against me and I felt her give - my cock very slowly starting to slide into her ass. It was tighter than any pussy, I felt pressure and then a release as my end passed through her ring of muscle and it was now only my shaft at her entrance. She moaned a little as she continued to push against me, until I was fully inside.
I was still rubbing her clit slowly with my left hand but I slid my right arm under her body and wrapped it around her waist, holding her tightly. Pulling back my hips, I felt her clenched muscle squeeze me along my length as I withdrew then the same in the other direction as I pushed back in. I repeated the movement and she moaned as I slid in again. And again but a little faster, though this time she was silent. My hips found their rhythm which matched the stroking of her clit - slow and steady.
It felt so good, so right... but part of my brain was saying, "You're fucking you mother in the ass and she's loving it!" This caused a momentary pang of 'this is wrong', but then she started pushing back at me with the same rhythm and the feeling faded. She wasn't just my mother, she was part of me... we moved together as one and our connection felt much more than just a physical one.
I wondered whether this was new for her, assuming it wasn't since she seemed to be really enjoying it - moans now returning. I recognised closeness to orgasm in my lover and wondered if it was the clit massage or the anal penetration that was about to make Mum cum. It didn't matter though as I continued with both, still kissing her neck.
But then I heard a sound out in the hallway. I couldn't stop what I was doing, it felt like the movements of her body were controlling mine. I looked up at the mirror above the fireplace and saw a familiar silhouette faintly illuminated in the lounge doorway. Shit! Laura was home a early!
But she was just standing there, watching. I quickly realised that while she could see Mum's face in the mirror mine was in her shadow, the light from the fire only highlighting the side of my body. Mum's eyes were closed; she hadn't seen Laura and Laura couldn't see me watching her in the mirror. Ah! She thought Mum had found herself a man and they were new lovers in front of the fire! Well, strictly speaking that was entirely true...
Even if I felt I had control of my hips I wouldn't stop now - I had a proper dirty thought in my head and couldn't help acting on it. I started to rub her clit harder, faster. Our rhythm sped up seemingly on it's own and peering from the darkened safety of behind Mum's head I looked at my sister, thinking: "Yeah, I'm fucking Mum's ass in front of you. Enjoying the show?"
Mum began to moan harder and faster now and in the mirror I saw... wow! Laura's hand was pressed against the fabric of her skirt, slowly rubbing inbetween her legs! She was actually masturbating to the sight of her brother fucking her mother's ass! OK, so she didn't know it was me or which orifice I was in, but she obviously knew she was watching Mum having sex - and it was turning her on!
This drove me wild, and I began to seriously pump that ass, furiously rubbing the clit and suddenly Mum came with a loud wail. I felt my fingers instantly become soaking wet and this pushed me over the edge - trying to cum without words so I wouldn't be recognised, I moaned as I shot my sticky seed into my Mum's rear. As we came to a halt I was careful to rest my head in the shadows, but watched Laura quietly disappear from the doorway.
"I think Laura just got home and saw us," I whispered to her. She almost jumped! I continued, "She couldn't see who I was, she's gone upstairs."
We hatched a plan - I grabbed clothes from the dryer in the kitchen and quietly let myself out of the back door. A few minutes later I loudly let myself in through the front and went straight upstairs. Pretending to notice Laura's bedroom light was on I knocked the door and said hello.
"Hang on a mo!" she called. I waited nearly a minute then she opened the door, a little red faced and wearing pyjamas.
"You're home early! How's it going?"
I followed her into the room and we both sat on the bed. Laura was tall and athletic-going-on-curvy, a lot like Mum though she had a much larger chest - I noticed the label on her bra said '34 DD' last time she was home and I was on washing duty. Her natural hair colour was brown but she currently had it dyed red, in a short bob-cut.
"Good thanks. Got offered a lift home so took it instead of the train. How're you?"
We talked for five minutes about our course and life in general. Mum had waited a while but now opened and closed the front door to signal 'the guy' had gone. Hearing this I said, "Is Mum just getting home?"
Laura grinned then said, "No, she was in the lounge when I got home. Had someone with her... sounds like they just left." We heard footsteps on the landing then a knock at the door. A now fully clothed Mum appeared and started the usual greetings with her daughter. Laura didn't seem to be letting on what she'd seen so feeling safe to leave them to it, I made my excuses about being tired and went to bed. In my own bed for the first time in a week, on my own. It felt empty.
