Sorting Things Out
"We love you, really love you, Howie," Mother said. Stephie managed a quiet "Mmmmm," to show she agreed but couldn't verbalize anything more.
I stood there and let them hold me. Actually it felt nice, very nice; only my erection grew harder and I wanted--no required relief in the way I'd become accustomed too.
And so I spoke from the heart and asked, "So who wants to go first?"
A stunned silence filled the kitchen.
I have to give my mother credit for quick thinking. After about six seconds she said, "why not have some breakfast first?"
To everyone's surprise I sat down at the kitchen table and waited while both Stephie and my mother sprang into action. Mom had orange juice in front of me before my ass hit the chair. Stephie was at the toaster, slipping two slices of white bread into it and starting it up. Mom was reaching back into the fridge for butter and Stephie was pouring me a cup of coffee. Mom plucked the toast out as soon as it popped up then spread butter on it. Not to be outdone, Stephie slathered apple butter on top of the butter and slid the plate under my chin as if for inspection.
"Bacon?" Stephie inquired.
"Eggs?" my mother echoed a second later.
A simple, "I'm good," brought an end to the breakfast rush, and I, still not aware of what had happened only minutes earlier, proceeded to eat my fill, and then sat back and repeated my earlier question, "Who's first?"
They looked at each other, but it was my mother who answered for both of them.
"There will be no next, Howard."
Her words didn't quite register with me at first. Oh I knew her use of my given name was a danger signal, but it still took a good five seconds before I realized I was in deep trouble with both my mother and sister.
So I blurted, "What?" as many a teenager will do when confronted by something they don't quite fathom.
Stephie jumped in, saying: "Sorry Howie. What we've been doing is wrong. Dreadfully wrong and it's ending now."
"You're kidding me, right?" I said.
"No, Howard," my mother said. "We got to talking about things ... about you and how really fucked up we've made you. Now it's our job to, excuse the language-unfuck you."
"But I love you--both of you!" I protested.
"And we love you, Howie," Stephie said. She was crying full out at this point, as was my mother. "But as much as we love you we can't let this go on any longer because ..."
My sister couldn't continue. I began to cry as my mother picked up where Stephie had left off.
"To continue down this incestuous path would probably destroy you, Howie. We love you as a brother and as a mother. We want the very best for you. I think you know that, and I hope, as does Stephanie, that you will understand that what we're doing is for the best; for you ... for everyone here. You have a gift, Howie. Women will desire you for most, if not all of your life.
Think about it. For example, should you marry your sister here, how long do you think it would be before you went with another woman? A month? A year? Could you abstain from laying with another woman that long Howie? Ask yourself that question, and please be honest when you answer."
I wanted to say I could, but in my heart I knew as soon as I saw a hot woman I'd want her.
I answered honestly. "Probably not, but I still love Stephie with all my heart."
"I know you do," they said in tandem.
Stephie left to return to the city that afternoon. I remained in my room thinking about what they'd said. I didn't want to ruin anyone's life, much less Stephie's.
I knew what my mother had said was true. I liked women and they liked me. I was basically a typical male in that I wanted to fuck every good looking female that I saw passing by. I could resist them for a while, but not indefinitely. I remained in my room for the rest of the day and most of Sunday and went to bed at six o'clock.
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I must have dozed off. As I remember it, I was dreaming of an exquisite brunette giving me a blowjob when I woke to find my mother in bed with me working my dick feverishly with her hand and mouth.
Plucking me from her mouth and with a long strand of saliva hung up between my dick and her mouth, she smiled and said, "Oh, you woke up. I thought I could finish you off before you did ... sorry."
"Mom! What the f ...!"
"Oh, I'm glad you didn't say it, Howie. I hate it when you curse."
She followed with, "You want me to finish you off?" So innocently that I nodded yes and let her finish the blowjob.
Five minutes later, I was filling her mouth with my creamy cum. She swallowed it down with relish. After she vacuumed the last drops out of me and made sure nothing had been left on her hand or my inner thigh, she sat up and licked her lips.
"Would you be a darling boy and eat me now?"
After what had just occurred, how could I refuse? My mother sprang up, dropped her robe and pulled off her panties. Her breasts jounced about as she climbed on the bed and crawled up to my head. As she moved up my body, she kissed me briefly before she placed a knee to either side of my head, grabbed the headboard and leaned against the wall.
"Oh, baby I've missed you!"
As her words registered in my brain I thought back to what she'd told me earlier about the intimacies with her and Steph. It was all bullshit--it had to be. She'd just sucked me off and wanted me to fuck her. What about that incestuous path she was talking about just a few hours ago?
Still I was hungry for her pussy and did what came naturally--I dove right in between her legs and into that hot, wet snatch and went to town, teasing and squeezing, licking and grabbing. Her breathing became labored and she was twitching her hips, smashing her cunt into my mouth. It was evident she wouldn't take long; she truly was desperate for sex!
I slowed everything down and she became frantic in her need, humping her hips against my face, trying to increase the contact with my probing tongue. I held onto her ass and hips as her movements were making it hard to keep my mouth against her pussy.
"Ohhh fuckkk, Howie--Lick me! Right there! Yesssss! Now keep going! JEEZUS CHRIST!"
She was that hot without my having touched her clit. Call it an experiment, call it anything you want, but I couldn't help myself. I went after it. Sucking on that little cock and set her off big time!
"GAAAHHHD! FUUUUHHHK!"
A rush of clear cum flooded my mouth and ran down my chin and neck.
"OOOOOOHH, FUUUUHHHK!"
I heard her head hit the wall; I could see her hands locked onto the headboard, the tendons standing out on her arms. She gave one last wail as I continued to flick her clit. Her body jerked up from my face, her knees lifting off the bed. She fell back as gravity reclaimed her, slumping to the side, and ended lying on my chest, her head hanging near the edge of the bed.
I gave her a moment to recover before I gave her ass a slap. She moaned groggily. Another moment later and I gave her a firmer slap. That roused her. She rolled to the side a little so she was no longer laying directly on me.
'Wow!' She gasped hoarsely.
I didn't let her recover her senses, but went at her right away.
"Sit up."
