Whispers Through the Vent

Author's Note: I recommend reading the first two chapters of this story before reading this chapter. I also had not originally planned on making this a continuous series, so please forgive any disparities between this chapter and the first chapter.

All sexual activity is between characters that are 18 or older. This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to real persons, places or events is purely coincidental. The below is not intended to serve as a guide for real-life sexual encounters or relationships.

Thank you for reading, and feel free to reach out with any feedback!

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2008:

I looked at the digital clock on mom's bedside table, it shined a bright 6:43p.m. Dad would probably be at work for another two hours, and he would be hanging out with his friend Bill after work. My brother, Andrew, was spending the night at his friend's house.

Holly, my mother, laid beside me, glistening with sweat after our first time making love. She was naked and laying on her side, cuddled close to me. Her large breasts pressed against my side, my arm was wrapped around her back, and her head was resting on my chest.

"You know, we still have plenty of alone time tonight, mom," I said gently.

Mom lifted her head and looked up at me, grinning, "What are you trying to say, Peter?"

"Oh, I was just hoping to spend more time with you, that's all."

Mom slid her hand down my stomach to my cock and started rubbing it gently.

"You just want to spend more time with me, or you were hoping that mommy would let you fuck her again?" mom said, grinning broadly.

I moaned lightly and said, "I was hoping to fuck you again, mom."

She laughed and said, "I thought that's what you were saying. Do you want to taste my pussy, baby?"

"I thought you'd never ask," I joked.

Mom sat up and turned around, lifting one of her thick thighs over my head. She slid her pussy up to my waiting mouth, and she started to kiss my soft cock.

"Is this okay, baby?" she asked.

Instead of answering aloud, I started licking her pussy lips, tasting our combined juices from our first love-making session. I'll never forget that first time, the first time tasting my own mother's pussy. She tasted sweet, and she smelled so good. I darted my tongue down to her clit, flicking my tongue up and down on it.

My cock had grown hard again from excitement, and mom was sliding her tongue up and down my shaft. She was obviously enjoying my tongue on her clit, because she started moaning loudly as she licked.

Out of sheer excitement, and wanting to feel sexual dominance over my own mother, I asked, "Do you like my tongue on your clit, mommy? Do you want to be my little cum slut?"

Mom moaned even louder and shoved my cock to the back of her throat quickly. She pulled her mouth off my cock and said, "Yes, baby! I want to be your cum slut, Peter. I want you to give me what your father doesn't give me. I want you to cover me in your cum, make me beg for it."

I attacked her pussy even more eagerly after hearing her words, licking her pussy lips and flicking my tongue back and forth on her clit. I snaked my hand between her thighs and slid a finger inside her tight, wet pussy.

Mom had started moving her mouth up and down on my cock, and I could feel the head of my cock touching her throat with each downward motion. She was moaning the entire time but kept a great pace.

"Oh God, Peter, I am so close. I'm going to cum, baby."

"Cum all over my face, mom. I want to taste you," I gasped between my tongue's strokes.

My mother's thighs started to tremble, and her mouth's pace because sluggish. She moaned loudly and started to whimper on my cock as her orgasm built. I could feel the walls of her pussy start to contract around my probing fingers, but I kept pistoning them in and out of her. Juices started to drip from her pussy onto my fingers and ran down onto my mouth. Soon my mouth and my chin were covered in her warm juice. She pulled her mouth off my cock and a guttural scream filled the room.

"Uuuugggggghhhhhhhhhhh!!!! PETER!!!!" she yelled loudly.

She collapsed on top of me, her thighs on my shoulders and her breasts pressed against my groin.

I pushed her off me and slid off the bed. I stood at the edge of the bed and pulled her over to me, her face pointing at my cock.

I grabbed her face gently, pointing it up at me, and asked, "Do you want my cock, mommy?"

"Oh my God, Peter. Yes, I want your cock so badly," she gasped, still shaking from her powerful orgasm.

I pressed the head of my cock against her lips, but I refused to let it enter her mouth.

"Say 'please.' Beg for my cock like a good cum slut, Holly."

Mom looked up at me, obviously surprised that I called her by name. Her eyes met mine and lingered, and they were filled with lust and need.

"PLEASE, BABY...Please give me your cock, Peter, I want to be a good cum slut for you."

Holding her head in my hands, I said, "Open your mouth, mom."

She opened her mouth wide, and I slowly pushed my cock into her mouth. When my cock hit her throat, I pulled it out.

"Do you like my cock, mommy?"

"I love your cock, baby. Please cum for me, please?"

I started to slowly fuck my mother's mouth, pulling it out, then pushing it to her throat. I started to gain momentum, and soon my cock was a raging hard piston, pumping in and out of my mother's mouth quickly.

Mom suddenly put her hands on my hips and pushed me gently, my cock falling from her mouth. I watched as she flipped over onto her back, her breasts now hanging to her sides. She scooted until her head was hanging over the edge of the bed, then she reached back and grabbed my hips, pulling me back to her.

I reached down and grabbed her gigantic tits in each hand, and my cock returned to her warm mouth. I started fucking her mouth again as I squeezed her amazing breasts. I pinched her nipples and she moaned wantonly around my cock.

"Oh god, mom. I'm so close," I muttered.

She moaned, and I pulled my cock from her mouth long enough for her to say, "Cum all over me, Peter."

With her encouragement, I pumped my cock furiously in her mouth until I could feel my orgasm was imminent.

I couldn't take one more second of this taboo pleasure, and I pulled my cock from her mouth. She reached above her head towards my cock, grasping it and pumping it for me. She aimed my cock directly at her face as she stroked it.

I suddenly started to cum, ropes of my jism landing on her face. She changed the trajectory with her hands, and the next few ropes landed on her massive tits. I kept covering my own mother with my cum until I was fully spent.

The aftermath of this orgasm was one of the sexiest sights I had ever seen in my life. My mother had my cum on her nose, dripping down to her full lips, and on her forehead; she also had puddles of my cum on her breasts, one puddle covering her left nipple.

I watched as mom used her hand to scoop my cum from her forehead, and she licked it from her fingers while looking me directly in the eyes.

"You taste good, Peter. Did you enjoy that?"

"Mom, I loved every second of it. I can't believe I've finally had my hands on you," I said, still panting from one of the most intense orgasms of my life.

We both looked at the clock at the same time. The clock read 7:12p.m. I laid on the bed next to mom, and I draped my arm around her.

"I love you, mom."

"I love you, Peter."

"I wish I could just sleep here tonight."

"Well, it's still early, and your father will be going to Bill's...we have time."

I leaned over and kissed her passionately, then said, "So, mom, I know we can't tell anyone about this, I get that. But how is this summer going to work? Are we just going to spend time like this together a few times? I'll be honest, I want to spend the rest of the summer making love to you."

Mom reached down and started rubbing my cock yet again as she spoke, "Peter, we're going to spend as much time together as possible. When your brother is out, and when your father is gone, we can find a quiet place and have our way with each other. Maybe we'll take a drive, just you and me, and we'll end up somewhere secluded, and I can straddle you in the car...like this." She leaned over and straddled my thighs, still rubbing my cock as she continued to speak.

"Maybe we can find our favorite spot to park, where nobody can see us, and mommy can rub your cock like this while straddling you," she said quietly, in a very sexy tone of voice.

My cock had grown hard yet again. I was insatiable, and obviously mom was ready to take advantage of my youthful vigor.

"Oh my God, mom. I love the sound of that."

As she stroked my cock with one hand, she slid her other hand between her legs. I watched as she arched her back and slid a finger inside her pussy.

"Then maybe mommy can get her pussy wet and slippery for you..."

I moaned as I watched her rub her pussy, sliding two fingers inside, then using those two fingers to lubricate her lips.

"Then maybe I can slide my pussy down on your cock," she said, looking me in the eyes. I returned her stare, hoping that she would continue this demonstration in the same manner.

She scooted up, then leaned forward, and her breasts swung into my face. Her breasts were still splattered with my cum, and it was running down lower on her breasts. She reached behind her and grabbed my cock, pointing it at her waiting pussy.

I sucked her left nipple into my mouth as she slowly slid her pussy down on my hard cock. I could taste my own cum as I sucked on her nipple, but I didn't care in that moment. The second time I entered my mother's pussy was just as arousing and fulfilling as the first time, and soon my cock was buried deep inside her.

Mom groaned as she bottomed out on cock, "Ooooohhh fuuucckkk, Peter. You fill me up so good."

I reached behind her and grabbed her ass cheeks as she started to raise up, her pussy gripping my cock firmly as she pulled it off me. She slowly lowered herself again, and I could feel her wetness envelope my cock. She started to pick up the pace as she went, sliding up and down on my cock.

She leaned forward until her mouth was near my ear and whispered, "Am I being a good cum slut for you, Peter?"

I moaned from pure pleasure and said, "Yes, Holly. You're being an amazing cum slut for me. Do you want me to cum inside you again?"

"Yes, baby, fill me up again. I need your cum," she panted, as she leaned backward, arching her back. She continued to pull her pussy up my cock and slam back down on it.

I was still in a state of disbelief at this time, amazed that my mother and I were having sex. I was also amazed that the woman who seemed so sweet and loving and caring was now speaking so amazingly dirty, and even begging for my cum.

I let go of her ass with my left hand and reached up, grabbing her tit. I squeezed it and massaged it, feeling her hard nipple press against my palm.

Watching my mom bounce up and down on my dick, her breasts bouncing and swinging, her hair hanging down on her shoulders... I was entranced by the sights filling my eyes. Her moans mixed with the squishing of her soaking wet vagina being filled with every downward thrust, and the entire room was filled with these sensual sounds.

Mom's breathing started to become irregular, and she moaned, "Oh God, Peter, I'm going to cum on your big cock. Cum with me. Please cum with me."

With that encouragement, I started pushing my cock upward with every one of her downward thrusts, effectively getting deeper in her pussy than I had ever been post-birth.

"Fuck mom, I'm close. I'm going to cum!" I yelled, amazed that I was getting ready to claim this beautiful woman as my own for a second time tonight.

Mom kept fucking my cock with her tight pussy, and she started screaming loudly as her orgasm began to take control. My balls tightened as I watched my mom bouncing on my cock, and I groaned loudly as my cock started to pulse. I could feel spurt after spurt of cum leaving me, filling my mom's pussy full.

Mom grabbed my chest with both hands and arched her back. Her breasts were heaving, and her screams echoed off the walls. Her pussy clenched my erupting cock as her orgasm shook her to her very core.

After her orgasm, she slumped down and laid atop me. We were both panting and trying to catch our breath.

"Mom, that was absolutely amazing," I said, noting the quiet of the room.

Mom sighed heavily and raised her head to look at me. "Peter, that may be the best orgasm I've ever had in my life. Are we terrible for doing this?"

"Of course not, mom. I love you," I said, and I kissed her deeply.

"I love you, too, baby," she said. She rolled off me, my now-limp cock sliding from her drenched pussy.

She cuddled up to me, and we fell asleep.

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2010:

I awoke to the sound of a man downstairs gasping, "Fuck yes!" I blinked and looked at the bedside clock, which shined 11:23p.m. Paul was asleep beside me, snoring loudly. I was very confused about the sound I just heard, and I could hear continued whispering coming from downstairs.

I quietly left my bed, grabbing my robe and pulling it on as I tiptoed towards my bedroom door. I silently opened my door and, as I tied my robe, I sneaked down the hallway. I checked Andrew's door, and it was open. I peeked my head inside, and the room was empty.

The voices were clearer in this room, and, naturally, I remembered the vent in Andrew's floor. I tiptoed towards the vent, and the voices kept growing louder. I got on my knees and peered through the vent, and that's when I heard my cousin Sarah say, "I want your cum down my throat, Andrew. I'm really close too, keep licking my pussy, baby."

I was in absolute shock! My own cousin, who was like a sister to me, was sucking my youngest son's cock? And he was licking her pussy? I couldn't see the couch from here, but I could absolutely hear the sucking and licking going on in the living room.

I placed my hand over my mouth, and I had a flashback of my eldest, Peter, laying under me, licking my pussy as I deepthroated his cock. My pussy started to get wet as I heard the taboo noises coming through the vent.

I could hear muffled moans coming from them both. It sounded as if they had both just found their release in each other's mouths.

I heard shuffling and whispering, but I couldn't make out every word. I heard more sucking noises, then Andrew whispered something inaudible.

Sarah, obviously took excited to keep her voice down, moaned, "Uggghhh, yessss, please give me that cock, Andrew. I need it deep inside me."

They had both given up being too quiet, as I heard Sarah say, "Andrew, please fuck me. We can take it slow next time, but right now, I want your cum deep inside me."

With my hand over my mouth, I gasped. Andrew whispered, "Wait, you want me to cum inside you? I've never done that before."

"Yes baby, fill me up with your cum," Sarah moaned. I then heard the clear sounds of Andrew fucking his own cousin. He lasted so long, and I heard him calling her "Aunt" and "Auntie" as he fucked her.

I reached between my thighs with my left hand and started rubbing my wet pussy. I removed my right hand from my mouth and started pinching one of my engorged nipples. The lovemaking downstairs was extremely taboo and wrong, but I found myself tremendously turned on. I also felt an unexpected pang of jealousy. Although Peter and I had been making love for two years in private, I had never thought of Andrew in a sexual way...until now. Was he as good as Peter? Was he as big as Peter?

So many questions flew through my mind as I rubbed my clit and breasts, while a loud grunt flowed through the vent. Andrew must have just finished. Hearing his climax brought me to my own climax, and my thighs quivered as my pussy gushed orgasmic juices onto my furiously stroking fingers.

More whispers echoed on the walls downstairs and barely passed through the vent, and I heard Andrew walk out of the living room.

I came to my senses and quickly rose to my feet and scuttled out of Andrew's room. Just as I got though my bedroom door and started to close it, I saw Andrew come to the top of the stairs. I watched through the cracked door as he approached his bedroom, and I heard his door close.

I laid back down beside Paul, who was still sawing logs. I laid awake for the next two hours, replaying what I had just heard in my mind. I found myself rubbing my pussy a few times, imagining Andrew between my thighs, using both his tongue and his cock on my pussy.

I eventually brought myself to another orgasm while picturing Andrew's cock sliding inside me, and then I drifted off to sleep.

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When I awoke Monday morning, Andrew had already left for school. Sarah was downstairs in the kitchen fixing coffee.

"Morning, Sarah," I said cheerfully. I hadn't yet decided if I was angry with Sarah for what she had done with Andrew, and, after the two amazing orgasms I had last night, I could hardly be too upset this morning.

"Oh, good morning, Holly. How did you sleep?" Sarah replied, yawning.

'Oh, I bet she's tired after last night,' I snidely thought to myself.

"I slept great, and how about you? I hope the couch was comfortable."

"The couch was fine, but I sure do miss my bed," Sarah said jokingly. "I'm going to head out soon, I just needed a pick-me-up," she said as she poured a cup of coffee.

I sighed, and, unable to contain myself any longer, I quickly said, "Sarah, I heard you with Andrew last night. Before you say anything, I know he's 18 now, and he's able to make his own decisions. But in my own living room?"

"Oh, so you can fuck your own son in your house, but you're going to say something to me about fucking your other son in your house," Sarah snarkily retorted.

"What? I...well... What I do with Peter is my own business, Sarah!" I said, obviously flustered.

I thought, 'How does Sarah know about Peter and me?'

I searched, "Did Peter tell you?"

"Oh, come on, Holly! For the last two years when I've come around, I've seen the way you two look at each other. You both disappear together, and when you come back, your faces are red. I'm honestly surprised that Paul hasn't noticed, but then again, he is pretty clueless, isn't he?" Sarah laughed after her last statement.

I couldn't contain a laugh, and I nodded, "Yeah, he doesn't care what's going on. Listen, I wasn't upset with you about Andrew. I just want you to be careful, if Paul were to find out that you're fucking his son on the couch downstairs, he may pitch a fit."

"Well, I'll be sure to keep it on the down-low, Holly, don't worry."

I grabbed a cup of coffee for myself and sipped on it thoughtfully. "Sarah, how was it? I mean, with Andrew?"

"Oh my God, Holly! Is that why you're upset?! You can't stand it that I'm fucking your son instead of you?!"

I gasped, "Of course not, Sarah! I can't believe you'd say such a thing! I would never..."

Sarah laughed and slapped me on the shoulder, "Holly, you would never? Come on, we both know you absolutely would. And for the record, you have no idea what you've got living right under your roof."

"What do you mean?" I inquired.

"He's huge, Holly. I mean, it's not unnaturally huge, but it's definitely one of the largest I've ever seen. AND he knows how to use it."

I put my hand over my mouth in surprise.

"Oh, don't act so surprised, Holly. You're making a fool of yourself. Listen, I'm going to go pack up and head out. Five hours is a long drive, and I need to get back to my cats."

"Oh, sure. I love you, Sarah. We'll just keep this between us, okay?"

"Of course. I love you, too. Oh...and I'm sorry if I stained your couch," Sarah said with a shit-eating grin on her face.

I smacked her shoulder playfully and said, "Oh, get out of here, Sarah. I'll help you get your things."