Sister's Acts

In the middle of the night, sleeping on the couch, I felt something nice and gentle wake me up. I opened my eyes and saw somebody's head bobbing up and down under my blanket; for a moment I was confused as to who it was, Mom or Donna, but feeling the pressure of the lips and the tongue on my cock I quickly realized it was Donna. Mom was still learning; Donna already KNEW.

I lifted the blanket and saw the shadow of her face with the shadow of my cock in her mouth, and heard the soft slurping sounds she was making.

"What're you DOING?" I hissed. "Mom's just right down the hall!"

She took my cock out of her mouth long enough to say, "I just wanted to thank you for a lovely evening, that's all. Now shut the fuck up and enjoy," and then her lips closed around my hard shaft again and I let the blanket down again.

What the hell. She did her job brilliantly, I exploded in her mouth, she quickly cleaned me up and she went back to her room without another word.

Sometime after that, I wasn't positive when but it was still dark, I felt something nice and gentle wake me up again.

Not someone sucking my cock, but someone kissing me. I opened my eyes and there was my beautiful mother, her face soft in the moonlight coming through the window. She was kneeling on the floor next to the couch, almost exactly where her daughter had been kneeling just a little while ago, and kissing me and running her little fingers through my hair.

Instinctively I kissed her back, and it went on like that for awhile, then finally I stopped and I whispered, "What're you doing, Mom? Donna's room is right there."

She smiled and kissed me again, and laid her head on my chest. "I know, honey, I know, it's just I missed you so much tonight.... I thought about you and what we did yesterday, I just couldn't help it."

She giggled, looking away shyly like she always did, which was such an incredible turn-on. "Can I tell you something?"

"Sure."

"I...." she swallowed. "I did you-know-what with myself, lying in bed and thinking of you. I just wanted to be with you so much that I couldn't help it."

"Wow, Mom, that's great," I whispered, grinning at her. She was such an innocent, shy little sex monster, my mother.

"I did it--I can't believe I'm telling you this--I did it three times while you were gone," she said, kissing me again.

With a jolt I realized this was the exact same number of times I'd had sex with Donna in the hotel room last night. Quite a coincidence.

"Then I did it again.... Just now, thinking about you again. And I had to come out here and just touch you and kiss you a little bit, just to be near you. I hope that's okay."

"That's .... fine, Mom."

"I won't make a habit of it, I promise. I just....I'm just so....I have such PASSION for you, Bobby, I can't believe it. I've never felt anything like this in my life, not EVER. I just want you, so much."

My cock was stirring, amazingly, considering that it had just been expertly sucked off not long before, and the use I'd been putting it to the last few days.

"Bobby?" she asked.

"Yeah, Mom?"

"Can we....do you think you might do the THING you did last morning, again later today? You know, the thing with....with your tongue?"

This was so unbelievably cute that I kissed her and kissed her and kissed her, laughing quietly, and I whispered in her ear, "I'll do it RIGHT NOW. Let's go."

"No no," she insisted, gently pushing me back down on the couch. "No, we can't, it's too risky. I can wait. But I think if you tell me you will, then I can get some sleep at last."

"I will. I promise."

She smiled and kissed me again. "Okay. Good night, then, lover boy. I'll see you in the morning, and I promise I'll be on my best behavior."

She stood up, straightened her robe, and I looked up at those enormous melon-sized breasts of hers and I wanted so much to grab and suckle them right now, and my cock was hard as a rock, GOD GOD GOD..... but I controlled myself and I watched her walk away towards the bedroom dressed in her famous Garth Brooks teeshirt, her big round ass swishing back and forth until darkness claimed it. I longed to bury my cock in that wonderful ass.

My hand slid under the blanket and I reflected that she had the perfect body, my mother had the PERFECT body, sexually, for me, there was NOTHING about it I would change, absolutely nothing. Except possibly that it would be unclothed all the time, and near a bed 24 hours a day, if it was up to me.

So I slowly, gently rubbed myself while thinking of my mother's amazing body, and the rubbing got a bit more energetic when I thought of putting my face between my mother's amazing plump thighs later that morning, and a bit more energetic still when I thought about Donna giving me a blowjob a little while ago, and by the time I was showing reruns in my head of our time in the hotel room last night I was jacking myself off with gusto.

But for the first time in days I didn't have a woman's cunt or mouth or tits handy to deposit my load into; where was I going to cum? ---a moment which was approaching fast.

Two women who had fucked me, who wanted to keep fucking me, both less than twenty feet away from me, and both of them fast asleep. What a predicament!

For a second I thought about that old limerick that goes,

There once was a man from Nantucket

Whose dick was so long he could suck it

And he said with a grin as he wiped off his chin

"If my nose was a cunt I could fuck it!"

I looked down at my cock sticking up and wondered, could I....? Was it possible?

No. It wasn't. In my youth I'd tried it, of course, and I'd just hurt my back. Granted my cock was bigger than ever right now, but it was still impossible, and even if it was possible, imagine Donna or Mom waking up and finding me doubled up on the couch sucking my own dick.

Nope, I decided, not even going to try. I'll just have to make do with what was handy.

The only thing to use for a cumcatcher anywhere in sight was my own underpants, so I whipped them off and wrapped them around my cockhead and jerked myself to completion, blasting into my boxers.

It was messy, but it worked. I wrapped the whole thing up tightly into a ball and stuffed it under the couch. Of course I was naked now, which might prove embarrassing should I be discovered, but I was willing to risk it; I was pretty sure that both my mother and my sister could be persuaded to forgive me, with the right methodology.

I settled under the blanket and closed my eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep.

#

I woke up to daylight coming in through the curtains. I was alone, there was no sound coming from anywhere in the apartment, just the hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen.

I swung my legs out from the blanket and stood up, and that's when it came rushing back to me that I was naked from the waist down. I looked and saw my poor limp cock swinging back and forth, slapping quietly against my thighs.

And there was another matter, a cum-drenched pair of underpants underneath the couch.

The first problem seemed more pressing. I looked at the clock and saw it was almost nine, so my sister was definitely already gone to work. A quick glance at her bedroom door confirmed it; her room was empty.

The other bedroom door was closed, my mother must still be sleeping. That made sense, of course; according to her, she had been up quite late playing with herself and thinking about having sex with me.

I tried to imagine my mother--MY mother, timid little PTA member, recipe collector, romance novel reader, cookie baker--HER, with her cute tiny pudgy fingers rubbing her clit faster and faster, as she gets wetter and wetter, maybe playing with her own nipple, pinching it harder and harder (since, as she herself told me, women with really big breasts need more stimulation than other women) as she dreamed of my cock, this same cock hanging out in the open as I stood stupidly in the center of my sister's living room, plunging in and out of her.

What sounds did she make while she was playing with herself? Well, I actually KNEW what sounds she made, because she'd made those sounds many times in bed with me, while I was doing to her what she was fantasizing about.

Quite rapidly, even for me, my dick swelled and hardened and rose like a chubby Lazarus and there I was with yet another massive erection... only this one was in full view of the neighborhood beyond my sister's living-room window, and through the kitchen window, and through the sliding glass doors leading to her patio.

Prudence seemed to demand that I get out of the line of sight. That was a good idea.

Yes, time to move, time to make a break for the bathroom, or the bedroom where my mother was sleeping, to get a fresh pair of underpants. Or just put on the jeans folded over the back of the couch without underpants, which would be painful but would still do the job. But, the point is, do SOMETHING.

Yes, but I wasn't, was I? I was standing in the living room with my hardon shoving itself out in front of me, heavy, pulling at my pelvis, and anyone in the world could walk by and see me... and the awful, obvious dangerousness of it glued me to the spot. Somehow standing here was sexy to me. I WANTED someone to see me.

I was PROUD of the size of my cock, I was PROUD of how many times I'd used it to have sex in the last four days, I was PROUD, yes I was, I was PROUD of the fact that this cock had gained me the opportunity to fuck the two most off-limits people in any man's life, his mother and his sister. I thought my picture should be on the front page of every newspaper: WELL-HUNG MAN DOES THE IMPOSSIBLE, SCREWS OWN MOM AND BIG SIS.

My cock should be on billboards, in commercials, everywhere. It should be dipped in gold! There should be a marble statue of me with my giant wang on the steps of the Washington Monument, if it had steps, I wasn't sure.

I wanted to strut around with my big hard cock and say LOOK! Look at what I have between my legs! Listen to what I've done with it! I laughed and swung it around, moving my hips in circles to make my cock swing and dance before me, my slave. Look at it, world! LOOK AT IT! Don't you wish you could get fucked with this cock, too? Who wouldn't want that? And for the low, low price of a good look at your tits, you too can get stuffed with my big hard member! Don't wait, call NOW!

This was so incredibly stupid, and if Mom saw me doing this she'd freak out. I knew I should stop immediately. But goddam it, I didn't WANT TO. I wanted to show off. Even though it would mean total disaster, I really truly wanted someone to walk by my sister's living room window and see my dick. It was crazy. I knew it. I still wanted it. I just wanted it, so bad.

And then the phone rang.

I nearly jumped out of my own skin. JESUS! Was somebody calling to say, "I can see a naked man in your living room window"?? Oh shit oh shit oh shit--I ran over to the phone and picked it up before the second ring, so that it wouldn't wake up Mom.

"Uh--hello?" I asked, timid despite the raging hardon poking out in front of me.

"Bobby it's me." It was Donna. She was breathing hard.

"Oh... oh, hey, Donna. What's up."

"Bobby, I can't--I'm sorry, but I can't think straight. I've been trying to concentrate on my job for the last two hours but I can't think about anything but YOU, and US, and what we did last night. I'm so fucking horny for you, my pussy is ON FIRE."

"Oh. Really?" My cock, which had been deflating, immediately sprang back into action.

"I can't wait until tonight. I've never felt like this IN MY LIFE. I need you, I need your dick inside me. I've got to have sex with you right now. NOW. Is--is Mom up yet?"

"No, not yet."

She took a deep breath. "Okay. Listen. I'm leaving work right now. I can be there in less than ten minutes. Be ready to leave, okay? Just leave a note for her. Tell her.....um....I don't know, tell her I have a surprise for you and I'm coming to pick you up. We can go to this place I know and do it in the car. We'll figure out an excuse later. Okay? Okay? Bobby? Can you? Will you? PLEASE?"

"Uh--uh, sure, yeah, I mean of course. Yeah. Of course. Hell yeah."

"Oh GOD thank you thank you, I mean it, I'm DYING I'm so fucking horny. I'll be right there. Be ready, be waiting outside okay?" And she hung up.

I stared at the phone for a second, unbelieving. My gorgeous older sister had just called to say she was leaving work to get laid--by ME. It was too good to be true.

But it was true, and here I was standing in the kitchen like a moron! I had to get my clothes on and write the note and be ready! I was going to fuck my sister again! Yay!! Yippee!! I ran over to grab my jeans and my shirt, on the floor by the couch....and suddenly I remembered that I still didn't have any clean underpants.

I had to have a pair....but my suitcase was of course in the bedroom with my sleeping mother. So I needed to sneak into the room and get the underpants out without waking her.

All the times in the last year that I had snuck out of the house after bedtime to rendezvous with a girl, and then snuck back in, I felt confident I could do it. So I put my clothes in the bathroom and went to the closed bedroom door.

I silently, slowly cracked it open and peeked in. My mother was burrowed under the covers as usual, facing away from me, snoring lightly. Sound asleep. Good.

I slipped inside the room and tiptoed, still naked, over to my suitcase by the closet. I undid the clasps and bent over to open it, rooted around for a pair of underpants, and stood up.

Again, like that Greek guy who stares at himself in the water in the myth, I noticed myself in the mirror and grinned.

Thin, young, muscular, and a great big hard dick pointing straight out like an arrow. And right now the arrow was pointing to my older--

Mother. In the mirror I saw her open her eyes and look at me.

For a moment she registered shock and even fright, but then she recognized me and I saw her smile sleepily, and then I saw her eyes widen as she noticed my super-tumescent member, and she giggled.

"Oh, my goodness. Is that for me?" she whispered, pushing herself up on her elbow.

Oh, my god. What should I do? I needed to get dressed and be ready for Donna, I needed to tell Mom sorry, I'm about to leave .... But how could I explain this raging hardon when I'm supposed to be going for a drive with my sister?

It made no sense. I couldn't tell her that. My mind was a blank.

And also, there was my divinely sexy mother sitting up in bed, her unencumbered melons swinging gently under Garth Brooks' face as the blanket fell away from her. And she was opening her arms to welcome me into the bed with her, sleepy but not too sleepy to recognize a good thing when she saw it, and she was staring right at it hungrily.

She wanted a good-morning screw from her devoted son, and for all the things my wonderful mother had sacrificed for me over the years, by god, she was entitled to a good-morning screw.

Was my hardon for her? "Of course it's for you, Mom," I said, and dropped the underpants. Donna would have to wait. Somehow.

I slipped into bed with her, pushing the covers away and leaning in for a kiss as she wrapped her arms around me. She pulled me down onto the bed, giggling as her hands roamed over my back and my arms, her fingers in my hair and touching my face as we kissed. I nuzzled against her neck and sucked on her earlobes, which always drove her crazy.

She purred. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmm.......yes Bobby, my baby yes....... Ohhhhh....." and back to kissing me, and then with my face in her hands she looked up at me with a smile and whispered, "I've been dreaming about you doing your thing down there with your tongue, but, um, well, you look like you're ready for the main event right now. So if you promise me you'll do it later, we can skip it for the moment. Okay?"

"I promise," I said to her, and quickly she parted her legs for me and I clambered between them. I saw that she wasn't wearing panties.

Her cuntlips were swollen and reddened, and the curly little hairs of her pussy glistened in the morning sunlight. She was ready. Now.

With much-practiced ease, did my usual thing of rubbing my swollen red rubber cockhead against her pussy lips, up and down, up and down, as she squirmed and purred beneath me, then when she could stand it no longer I lowered my hips and sank my cock into the warm wetness of my mother's cunt, loving the thick, juicy sound my entrance made.

She gasped and purred, locking her chubby legs around me as I pushed the full length of my dick into her, our naked pelvises meeting with a gentle slap. She leaned up to lock her lips onto mine and suck my tongue into her mouth, and then I was moving my hips, back and forth in gentle, slow motions, as she did the same, rocking up against me as we found our rhythm together. Nothing, in my entire life, had ever felt so good and so natural as fucking my mother. Nothing. Not even fucking Donna last--

DONNA!! Holy SHIT what do I do about Donna??

She was going to be here any minute! When I wasn't waiting outside for her she'd get pissed off like she always did and come storming in, slamming the door and calling my name. And I'd be in here, having sex with our mom!

OH MY GOD, what was I supposed to do?? Stop in mid-thrust and tell Mom I have a previous engagement? Not in this life.

There was only one possibility now: a quickie. A REAL quickie.

Mom and I hadn't really had one of those, we'd usually had all the time in the world up to now, holed up in our hotel rooms with no one waiting for us, and as good as it felt, as easy as it would have been to cum, I always wanted it to last, to keep going forever, I never wanted to stop fucking my mother, so it went on and on between us, all night.

But we didn't have that kind of time right now, even though she didn't know it. So I decided to put on the steam. A LOT of steam. I started pumping my hips faster and harder, leaving off the kissing so I could focus on the fucking. I forgot the beautiful rhythm and just pumped myself into her, hard and fast.

"OH!" my mother gasped, thrown down against the bed. "OH GOODNESS! OHH!"

I pushed into her, positioning my arms on either side of her and shoving my butt down, feeling more like an animal than I ever had, I grunted and I think I even drooled, my eyes clamped shut as I slammed into her like never before. We had fucked hard before, of course, but never THIS hard, never THIS fast.

"OH MY!" she cried out, and I felt her hands fall away from my arms and just drop by her side on the bed, she unlocked her legs and just kept them spread wide for me as I pushed and shoved my burning cock into her cunt.

We both groaned and snorted and within a few seconds I felt her hands on me again, grasping my shoulders and digging in with her nails, and I felt her shove herself up against me as I shoved myself down against her, and her sounds became more animal-like, too.

She was into it. She wanted it. A second later she shouted "Oh oh oh YES OH!!" and I felt the sudden hot squelch around my cock and I knew she had cum, and her pussy muscles tightened around me, like a fist, and I pumped my hips up and down for all they were worth, faster and harder than I'd ever fucked before, it felt incredible and quickly the familiar pressure built up and I cried out while she was still crying out from her own orgasm, and I blew up inside her like a bomb.

I felt our combined jism spilling out of her cunt and onto the sheets and I kept going, and she kept going, we grunted like rutting pigs, I could feel myself sweating drops down onto her as I kept going, kept pumping until my cock was spent and dry, slowly I began to deflate inside her and finally I collapsed onto her, breathing like a triathlete finishing a race, gasping for air.