My name is Kevin, and I live in the suburbs of San Francisco with my mom, Delilah, and my sister, Shyla. My parents got divorced three years ago when I was 15, and my dad moved away. My mom is nurse at the hospital, but she has been doing it ever since she got out of college so she is now the head nurse or something like that. She is 38, but you wouldn't guess by looking at her. She is short at 5'5," has long straight brown hair, deep blue eyes, smooth tan skin with no wrinkles at all, and best of all, natural F cup breasts. I know this because I have seen her in a bikini and there are no scars from surgery. She does not dress flirtatiously, but that's not to say she is prude either. Her favorite things to wear are deep cut v-neck shirt and tank tops, and always, always, with jean shorts. We have always been close, but after dad left she became a little distant. It isn't that she pushed me away, but I think it is because I remind her of him too much. Although I'm only 18, I have my dad's build at 5'10" and 160 pounds, and we look similar in other ways too.
My sister, on the other hand, is a very different case. She was born a year before me, but unlike my mom she was always a shut in. I don't know why she spends most of her time in the house, but I never complained. She is a little taller than my mom at 5'6," has curly blond hair that she got from my dad, smooth pale skin because she never goes tanning, dark brown eyes, double D cup breasts, and the best pair of dark red lips I have ever seen. She is very shy, and I have never seen her with a boy friend, or any friends for that matter besides her best one Jen. Shyla finished high school last year, but decided to take a computer job she could do at home instead of going to college. I never knew why she did this, especially because she isn't that smart, until I saw exactly what it is that she does. She is one of those customer service people that you talk to over the Internet. She knows how to fix, like, six things and if she can't do that she sends you up the chain to a real computer expert. She spends most of her time in her room, but she isn't fat or anything. Both my mom and my sister use the treadmill in our living room and have really slim figures that complement their huge chests. My sister always wears long sleeve shirts or hoodies when she goes out; I guess because she is shy, but since she rarely leaves her room I often see her in just a night shirt and panties when she slips down to the kitchen to get food.
Recently I have been having this problem with my penis. It's not that I'm small or anything; in fact I'm a nice seven inches and any longer would just make women uncomfortable. The problem started a few years ago when I noticed my balls getting bigger. At the time I thought it was a good thing, and eventually they grew to the size of golf balls, then stopped. Fine by me, but then it started happening a few months ago with no warning. Whenever I get hard now, with the exception of morning wood, I start to leak precum at a steady rate, and I don't stop, literally. I once timed it for three hours in my room, but just ended up filling a six cups with clear fluid before I had had enough. What's worse is that I won't go down unless I, ehem, take care of it. At home it isn't much of a problem, I just jack off every twelve hours or so whenever I need to, but at school its different. I always have to ask to go to the bathroom and jack off into the toilet. Not only is this awkward, but also if I don't hurry it will look like I wet my pants.
So today I decided to do something, and went to my mom. She was in the kitchen getting ready for work. I walked in and sat down at the table to have breakfast like I always do.
"Hey mom, can you get me a doctors appointment while you are at work today?" I asked in between mouthfuls.
She didn't turn around, but just kept cleaning the counter, "Sure honey, what for?"
"I just need to talk to him, that's all," I said, not looking up. She could tell I was avoiding the question, but didn't pry.
"Okay dear, now hurry up or you will be late," she said. She walked over and kissed me on the forehead, giving me a wonderful view down her nurse's blouse at her cleavage, then left. I finished my cereal and took off. That day at school was just like the others, but it was better because I thought I was going to get help. I came home as usual, but my mom was still at work so I went to my room and did homework. At around eight that night, my sister often makes dinner when my mom works late, my mom came home. I came into the kitchen after she had changed and was eating her dinner.
I leaned in the doorway, "So did you talk to the doctor?" I asked.
"Oh dear, I forgot. There was so much work today because half the nursing staff was busy it just slipped my mind," she said.
I sighed and said, "Damn."
She looked up, then. She was wearing her favorite relaxed clothing, one of my dad's old undershirts. I loved when she wore it because over the years it had worn thing and I could see her chest so well she might have just been walking around in her bra alone.
"You might as well tell me if its that important," she said with concern and a little annoyance.
"No, no, don't worry mom," I said as I turned to leave.
"Hold it Kevin," she said as she stood up. She walked over and said; "Now I am your mother so there is nothing that would embarrass me about my son. I am also a nurse, so have a little faith in me knowing what I'm doing. Now tell me what is wrong, and no buts," she said.
I started to say something, but she silenced me with her eyes; those deep blue eyes.
I sighed and said awkwardly, "It has to do with my... you know... penis."
Delilah smiled and said, "I guessed as much. Come with me young man." She took my hand and led me over to the couch. She sat down on it and pulled me in front of her, spreading her legs so I could stand directly in front of her.
She looked up at me and said, "Now undo your pants."
"Mom!" I said in surprise.
"No Moming me young man. I have to do this for a living so I might as well save my boss the trouble and handle this at home, now off I said." I looked into her eyes and saw that she wouldn't listen, so I undid my jeans and let them fall to the floor.
"Shorts too," she said, now looking at my crotch. I sighed, I was so embarrassed, but I slipped my thumbs into my boxers and slid them down. Luckily I wasn't hard at the time.
"Oh my," Delilah said. She had been expecting it to be small or something like that. Instead the penis, her son's penis, was pretty big. Not a giant or anything, but very sizable. What made her say oh my, however, was the size of his balls; they were huge!
She quickly recovered and began to inspect his penis and said, "I'm going to have a look." It was easy since his penis was perfectly level with her face, but she had never done an exam without gloves before. But she did not want to go to her room and get some. Besides, this wasn't some dirty sixty-year-old man's penis she was touching, it was her young clean son's penis. She picked up his flaccid penis and slid the skin off the head (she and mark had never circumcised Kevin). Nothing wrong there, so she moved on to his very large testicles. She began to feel his testicles, rolling them with her fingers, looking for any bumps.
While she was doing this Kevin was holding his breath. He knew she wouldn't find anything and then she would ask him what was wrong. That would be so embarrassing, hopefully he wouldn't get hard. He was holding his own now, even though what his mom was doing felt good.
Delilah finished the exam and did not find anything wrong, so she looked up at her son and said, "Nothing is wrong so far as I can tell. What is it that is bothering you?"
Kevin began to mumble, but she stopped him, "Come on young man, out with it."
Kevin's face turned even redder, "Well... you see... it only happens when I get... an erection..." Kevin stopped, but Delilah didn't change expressions, so he went on.
"Umm... Precum starts to come out and it will not stop unless I... you know... take care of it. It is really embarrassing and difficult in school because I have to constantly worry that I will wet my pants."
Delilah was shocked, she had not been expecting this, but she kept a calm face.
She looked up at her son, "Well... ehem... I have never seen that. When did this start?" She said, try to keep her composure. What she hadn't noticed was that in sitting with her legs apart she had let her skirt slide up. Kevin could see her plain white work panties, and it was getting him excited.
He focused and said, "About three months ago."
"Hmmm..." Delilah said. She reached forward and felt the epididymi of Kevin's testicles. They were very full she thought; in fact, they felt like they were going to explode. Not to mention how big they were too.
Then it started to happen. Slowly but surly Kevin's penis began to swell. Each beat of his heart cause his penis to twitch and expand. Neither of them said anything as it happened, but instead stood there starring. Then Kevin's cock was fully erect, the angry red and purple-rimmed head pointing out straight at Delilah's lips, like it knew its target.
Delilah starred for a moment, then looked up at her son and said, "It's okay honey, it is only natural. As far as I can tell your completely normal, better in fact..." she stopped suddenly. She felt something in between her breasts and looked down. Kevin's cock had started leaking precum and it was dripping in-between her breasts. Her first reaction was shock and she pressed slightly on her son to get him away. Then she grabbed his thighs and pulled him forward, not wanting to get any on the couch or carpet. She also realized how embarrassed Kevin must be and did not want to hurt his feelings. She just ignored the dripping on her breasts and focused on the tip of Kevin's penis. The precum was flowing now like when you just turn the sink tap and water trickles out.
She looked out at her son and said, "Don't worry dear, I just don't want any of it to get on the couch or carpet. Let me have another look." Kevin was so embarrassed, but also surprised that his mom wasn't freaking out at him. She put the tip of her finger under his cock and some precum get on it. Then she rubbed it between her thump and forefinger.
Delilah was surprised by how slippery Kevin's precum was. She marveled at how thin and watery it was, yet it was slicker than the massage oil she had in her room. She also noticed the smell now. Kevin's cock smelled strongly of penis, but she thought it was not unpleasant. The weird thing was that she had no idea why this was happening to Kevin.
"Uhh... mom?" Delilah heard. She looked up at her son, but her was looking down at her breasts. She looked down to and gasped. Not only was the undershirt thoroughly soaked and see-through, but her bra had also slipped down to show the tops of her areolas. This was because she wore bottom-supporting bras that held up her heavy breasts, and so were low in the front to begin with. Kevin's precum had made her breasts so slippery they were starting to pop out of her bra. She quickly brought her arms around her wet breasts and hid the areolas.
Delilah needed to regain control of the situation, "Tell me, does the flow increase when you begin to stimulate yourself?" she asked in the most formal voice she could muster.
Kevin tore his eyes from her breasts and said, "I don't know. I've never checked."
Delilah, still trying to keep calm, said, "Stimulate it a little then, so I can see."
Kevin was shocked, but his mom was no longer talking to him. His cock mesmerized her, as though she were talking to it rather than him. He reached down with his right hand and stroked his cock once. Nothing changed, except that his mom's mouth opened a little.
"More," was all Delilah said or thought. She hadn't done anything sexual since her husband left her, and she was unaware of how her son's cock was affecting her. Kevin stroked again, and then again. He began to stroke slowly, but steadily. As he did so he noticed his mom's arms slip a little as she was distracted. He could see her areolas again. They were dark red against her skin, and about the size of the big cherries you get at the store. He was still leaking precum on her, but slightly faster now. Her chest and arms were completely soaked.
Delilah had not noticed, but she was moving steadily closer to her son's cock. Kevin was also inching his cock closer to her face with each stroke, until her could feel her breath on his penis head. Each breath was jagged, almost a pant. Kevin wondered what his mom was thinking; little did he know she wasn't thinking about anything but the cock making her wet in more ways than one. Her arms slipped lower on her chest, and her nipples popped out of the top of her bra. Kevin noticed they were rock hard and sticking out nearly half an inch each.
All this was making Kevin extremely excited. He began humping his hand, his cock barley an inch from his mother's open wet lips. His precum was no longer leaking onto her breasts, but instead onto her upper chest and neck as his humping sent it under her chin. He could feel his orgasm coming on, but he wasn't sure what to do.
"MOM!" he said, almost trying to warn her, but she didn't move. Now normally Kevin came a normal amount, but there is a big difference between cumming into the mouth of a toilet and the mouth of your mom. The first rope of cum shot straight through Delilah's lips and hit the back of her throat. Surprised, she closed her mouth, causing Kevin to cream her lips. The next rope hit her right eye brow, then he hit her cheek, then her nose. His cock just kept cumming, rope after rope, jetting thick white gooey cum all over his mother's face. Delilah leaned back on the couch in surprise, unable to see with all the cum on her face. As she moved back she let go of her wet breasts, exposing them fully to Kevin. His next rope landed over the left nipple, and in the course of fifteen seconds he creamed her chest too.
Delilah didn't know what hit her. It seemed to her that one second she was examining her son's penis and the next she was swallowing his cum. It was the stickiest, thickest, and saltiest cum she had ever tasted. It was actually difficult for her to swallow it. Then it was in her eyes and she moved back, trying to get out of the way, but then she felt the hot goop on her tits. She decided to just stay still until it was over.
When it was over she wiped the cum out of her eyes, and looked up at son. What should I say? What will he think of me? Why did I let him do that? WHY DID I LIKE IT SO MUCH? She couldn't face her son, not like this. She covered her chest and ran past him towards the stairs. She rushed up them and into the bathroom.
Kevin was so shocked he didn't even move. He had never, NEVER, cum so much. Not even if you collected all the cum from the past three weeks would it compare to his last load.
Then he snapped out of it and pulled his pants up. He walked up the stairs, not knowing what he was going to do. When he reached the bathroom door he began to knock, then stopped himself. He reached for the handle and turned, his mother had not locked the door. She was sitting on the toilet, crying, still covered in cum. When she saw him enter she turned away.
Kevin closed and locked the door, then turned to his mom and said, "Mom, I am so sorry. I don't know what came over me, it's just... with you there, your beautiful breasts exposed and wet... you mesmerized by my co... penis. I couldn't help it."
He kneeled beside her and turned her chin to face him. She wore very little makeup, but it was streaming down her face now.
"Please don't hate me," He said.
Delilah swallowed and looked away, "It's not you I'm angry at, it's me. A mother should not let her son do such things, should not enjoy..." She began to cry again. Kevin acted without thinking; he turned her chin again and kissed her. He didn't even care about the cum. She resisted weakly for a moment, then gave in. They kissed for what seemed like an eternity, then Kevin drew back and looked into her deep blue eyes once more.
"I love you very much mom, and you have done a great job raising Shyla and I without dad. Never feel bad because we make each other happy," he said. She looked at him for a while and saw that he was serious, then smiled. Kevin hugged her, and she cooed a little. When they pulled back she laughed at how wet she had made his shirt. Kevin laughed too, and they sat there giggling uncontrollably for a while, when the y were interrupted.
"What are you to up to in there?" Shyla said through the door.
"Nothing dear, nothing," Delilah said, still laughing.
She leaned over and whispered to Kevin," Take off that shirt and leave before she gets suspicious." Kevin nodded and removed his shirt. Luckily he was wearing an undershirt, so when he came out of the bathroom he wasn't topless.
"What was all that about?" Shyla asked.
"Nothing, mom just needed some help with the... sink, yeah and I slipped while fixing it so we were laughing. Mom is about to take a shower so don't go in there." Shyla looked skeptical, but then just shrugged her shoulders and went to her room, her unbra-ed breasts bouncing and leading the way. Kevin quickly went to his room and went to bed- for some reason he was completely exhausted.
Kevin woke up the next day feeling fantastic. Today was Friday, so he got up and went downstairs for breakfast. The bowl and cereal were there as usual, as well as his mom. He sat down to eat and said,
"Morning mom."
Delilah turned and smiled, "Morning stud." She had never called him stud before, but he liked it; the way it flaunted their dirty secret. He ate his cereal and got up. Delilah came over, but instead of kissing him on the forehead like she normally did, she kissed him on the lips.
When they pulled away she smiled at him and said, "Get a move on, stud." He left the kitchen with a grin on his face. At school that day he expect his problem to happen again, but by eighth period he was fine. When he got home he still hadn't leaked, and Delilah was home early, so he told her.
"Mom, I think I'm cured. No more leaking," He said as he hugged her from behind in the kitchen. His arms held her breasts in the embrace and they were so soft.
Delilah smiled, "That's great honey. I am so happy that everything is working out."
Over the next two weeks everything was great. My mom and I spent more time together and talked about things we never used to talk about. She told me about her work and I could tell she liked being able to share how much she hated all the doctors that starred at her chest. I told her about school and she liked to hear me tell her about my teachers and the girls I was never going to get. Best of all I didn't have to go to the bathroom during class anymore do jack off. Even when half way through Monday of the second week I started to get erections in class like before, they still didn't leak.
Then on Saturday, I was sitting at my computer writing an essay when I got a hard. No big deal I thought, and just ignored it as usual. Then I looked down and saw that my pants were soaked. For a second I actually hoped I had pissed in my pants, but I knew it was precum. My mom usually took Saturday's off, so she was home too. She liked to read in bed on her days off, she said it was a nice trade off with the hustle of working in a hospital. I got up and went across the hall to her room. I knocked on the door and peeked my head in.
She looked down from her book, "Yes?" She was sitting up in bed wearing her bathrobe. Her hair was wet and it was clear she had just showered.
"I'm... you know... its back," was all I could tell her.
"Oh dear," She said, "Well come in and lets have a look."
I went all the way through the door and closed it behind me and decided to lock, remembering how that had come in handy before. I walked over to the bed, and my mom slid over to the side of the bed. She sat much like she had before, except that she kept her legs closed and in front of her. I dropped my pants and boxers and she giggled.
"Not shy anymore are we?" Delilah said with a smile. She had enjoyed getting closer to her son this past week, and she had been relieved that his problem had been solved. Now that it was back, however, she was excited again. She reached up and felt his epididymi again. Sure enough they were ready to burst. As she felt her son's balls she forgot that she hadn't tied her bathrobe. Consequently she was giving Kevin a great view of her cleavage as his cock dripped precum on it. This time it was different though, she wore no bra or shirt, so when his slick precum dripped in-between her wide open breasts it slide straight down her chest and disappearing into the robe.
She finished her exam and said, "Seems just like before," she pauses, then continues, "I know this is odd and all, but if you want to... handle it, like last time I... wouldn't mind." I loved the way she awkwardly tried to tell me it was okay for me to jack off. I looked into her deep blue eyes, and she looked so vulnerable...
I reached down and grabbed my cock. I slowly began to stroke it, just as before. Delilah didn't even wait; she leaned forward to watch my cock head. Something about its smell, the why it soaked her with precum, the fact that it was so big and strong, made her forget that it was her son's. I began humping my hand, feeling my mother's breath on my cock again. The head wasn't even half a centimeter from my mother's lips, some of the precum was even on her chin, but she didn't seem to notice. Then it touched her lips, depositing a small amount of precum in her mouth. Then again, a little further, and again, and before I knew what was happening I was thrusting into my mother's mouth as she counter thrust against me. Her tongue was like velvet, her saliva hot and wet, and her lips forming a vacuum on my cock so hard that her cheeks caved in. She was making sucking sounds now and moaning too. I groaned slightly as I grabbed her head, not to pull it, but to have something to hold on to.
Delilah didn't realize she was sucking Kevin until she tasted his precum. She had to swallow regularly or let it drool out of her in order to keep it from filling her mouth. When Kevin grabbed her head she didn't know what to do. She didn't like not being in control, but she couldn't take his cock out of her mouth to tell him. Besides, she thought, he isn't pushing. What she didn't realize was that Kevin's precum had completely coated her mouth and throat. When Kevin pushed her down slightly, she was forced to relax and open her throat more because she couldn't stop him. At first it was just a light pressure, but he began to push her harder and harder. She wanted to say something, but all she could do was relax her throat more and more.
I don't know exactly how I started, but now I am full on being deep throated by my mom. I pull out, then thrust straight into her throat and she makes choking sounds. I am getting close, my balls tighten and I thrust again. This next one will be it I think.
Delilah feels the head of his penis expand in her throat. She knows Kevin is about to cum, but can't do anything. Not that she is aware of these thoughts, all she can think of is how Kevin is penetrating her in time as she fingers herself. She does not remember when she began fingering her wet pussy, but now she is plunging in and out of it. Kevin thrusts as far as he can into his mother's mouth and starts cumming. Rope after rope of thick hot sperm blast straight into her stomach whether she wants it or not. Delilah orgasms too, not even caring that her son is cumming into her stomach. She does not even care that he is holding her down on his cock for thirty seconds as he cums, but then she realizes she hasn't taken a breath for some time now. His cock is so far down it is blocking her airway, she can't even make a groan to let him know he is suffocating her. She tries to push him off, but he is too strong, and her strength is fading...
I pull out of her throat after a minute or so of solid cumming and let go of her head. She falls back and her bathrobe falls open, revealing her tits, which have been smeared with a mixture of precum and saliva. I am breathing heavy, wondering why my mom isn't moving. I stand there for fifteen seconds or so, and I notice her chest is moving only slightly. Then she takes a huge breath and sits up gasping; I understand. She had passed out because I didn't let her breath. Her breasts bounce as she gulps down air.
"Sorry mom, I didn't know I was hurting you," I said.
Her face has beads of sweat dripping down her cheeks along with tears from he watering eyes, "It's... okay... sweaty. I should... should have told you," she said in between breaths.
Delilah can't believe what she just did, throat fucking her son harder than she ever did with Mark. She feels her stomach, and it feels full,
"Wow, I couldn't eat another bite. You filled me up," she giggles, "I'm going to have to take another shower to get all this off."
I stop her from getting up and say, "No, you just took one, and Shyla will be suspicious if you take two in a row. Just leave it on for now and take a shower tonight." I love the idea of my mother walking around with my cum on her chest. Even now I can't stop starring at her massive F cup breasts as they sway with each breath.
Delilah is not thinking clearly, but she accepts whatever Kevin says, 'Okay honey, now get out of here before your sister sees you!" Kevin leaves the room, and Delilah reties her bathrobe and goes back to reading. She doesn't even eat dinner that night.
This time I only lasted a week. My mom and I spent a lot more time with each other, even watching a movie together. Sunday she was working overtime at the hospital, and I didn't think I would need her for another week so I wasn't worried. I was in my room playing some games on my computer when I heard a knock at my door.
I looked up from my computer as Shyla's curly blood hair was peeking into my room, "Hey bro, I need your help moving stuff," she said. My sister stays in all day, so upper body strength is not exactly her strong suit.
I closed my computer and said, "Fine." I got up and went to the door and proceeded to follow my sister into her room. She has a big thing for pink so her walls and bed are pink. There is a computer box on the floor next to her old computer.
"We need to move my desk over there, because this new computer won't fit where it is now," she told me as she pointed to the wall.
"Okay, you take that side and I'll take this one," I said as I walked over to the left side of the wooden desk. She went over to the other side and on three we lifted her desk. I was not prepared for what happened. Shyla was wearing a purple tank top that was a little small on her, but nothing I hadn't seen before. When she lifted the desk her forearms pushed her big breasts together, almost forcing them out of the tank top. Her bra contained them, but I could see the tops of her light pink areolas. She didn't notice, so we began to move the desk, but one of the legs got caught on a wire, so we stopped. I was getting an erection for starring at my sister's large breasts, but luckily the desk hid it from her. She fixed the wire and we lifted the desk again. It took a few minutes of shifting the desk to get it in place, but eventually it was set.
I was about to leave the room when my sister said, "Oh my god, Kevin!" She was looking right at my pants. I looked down and saw a giant wet spot emanating from what was clearly outlined in my pants as an erection. I hadn't noticed myself leaking; it was too early.
I tried to recover and said, "Sorry sis! Its... I have this problem... look I can't explain." I quickly tried to walk past her, but she stopped me.
"Wait, I'm sorry. I should have been more sensitive. Tell me what's wrong," she said, placing a hand on my chest.
"Its really embarrassing Shyla, just forget about it, okay?" I said, unable to look her in the eyes. She pushed me back over to her bed and sat me down.
"I messed up, okay? Not you, now please, let me know what's wrong," she said in a concerned voice.
I looked away, "Well... sometimes... sometimes when I get an... an..."
"An erection," she said.
"Yeah, one of those. Sometimes when that happens I start to leak... precum, and it won't stop until I... you know..."
"Ejaculate," she said awkwardly.
"Yeah, its very embarrassing if anyone sees," I told her.
"Kevin, I want to help you. I just made you feel bad and I want to help you get over this. Maybe if you let me see it you will be less embarrassed," she said, her face very concerned.
"No way sis, I can't do that!" I said.
"Just let me help you, this is my fault," she said as she reached forward to my wet pants and undid the top button. I didn't say anything, and she continued on to unzip them and pull them off. Then she saw my soaked boxers, tented by my cock. She grabbed the elastic bands and pulled down. When my penis popped up she gasped.
She tried to recover her composure, "See, this is not so bad..." Her eyes were transfixed on my cock, watching the precum slowly waterfall down the shaft.
"Hey sis, are you a virgin?" I asked. Her face went bright red and this time she looked away.
"Its okay, I am too," I said, which was true if you don't count what I did with mom, "If you want... you can touch it. Just to learn what it feels like so you are ready when you meet someone."
She looked at me with her mouth slightly dropped, then cleared her throat and looked back at my penis. Slowly, very slowly, she reached out with her right hand and grabbed my shaft just below the head. Her fingers were cool and looked small on my cock. Then she rubbed the head with her thumb. I didn't say anything, but I did groan slightly and tip my head back. I felt her eyes on my face, and then she went back to my cock and slowly started to jack it. It was easy with all the precum, and she began to pick up pace quickly. She was inexperienced, and didn't know to go slow at first, so I stopped her.
"Hey sis, since I let you see my... penis... can I see your... your vagina? Just so I can learn too," I said as I placed my hand on top of hers.
"Kevin! I... I don't think I could do that... even if it is fair," she said, not letting go of my wet cock. I knew she could feel it pulsing in her hand.
"You would be in complete control. I'll lie down on my back on your bed and only look up. You can decide what to show me, okay?" I said, trying to be sincere. She looked at me with an embarrassed red face, and then looked away.
Finally she said, "Okay, but no touching, and if I feel uncomfortable we stop right there, okay?"
"You're in control sis," I said. She let go of my penis and I turned around on the bed. I moved so I was in the middle of the bed and lay on my back. I starred at the ceiling, waiting for her. Then I heard the zipper of her pants, and the soft thud of them on the floor. Then the soft scratching sound of her panties on her thighs. I waited.
Then the bed displaced as she put one knee on the edge, then again with the other. Then I saw it, her vagina. It was shaven and the lips were small and pink. She straddled my face, making sure not to get to close.
"Okay then..." she said, awkwardly sitting above me.
"Could you... kind of... spread the lips, so I can see?" I asked. I saw her face peek over her big tank top covered breasts. She looked skeptical, but then she reached down with her hands and separated the lips with her fingers. Her vagina was pink, and also wet, I noticed. I saw a small nub at the top of the lips, and I knew that was her clit.
Then I struck. I placed one hand on top of each of hers, and using my right hands thumb and index finger I pinched her clit. At the same time I moved my head up and stuck my tongue into her waiting pussy.
Shyla had never been touched like this before, so she was taken by surprise. On reflex she squealed and fell forward, but couldn't break her fall because Kevin held her hands. This wouldn't have mattered if Kevin's cock had not been waiting pointed directly at her mouth. In one swift motion the lubricated penis penetrated her mouth, sliding down her throat, as she was unable to stop it. Shyla didn't move for a few seconds, partly because she was in shock, and partly because she had never given anyone head, let alone deep throat. Then she lifted her head up, but her hands were pinned under her between Kevin. She tried to lift her head off his cock, but it was too long, so slowly she lowered her head back down onto his cock, feeling it force her throat to relax and accept it. Then she noticed the taste and smell. The taste was like salty skin, but the smell was much more potent. Her head was swimming as Kevin had not let up on her pussy, but she managed to get one arm free. She pushed herself off his cock, watching the strands of saliva and precum stick to her red lips. Then she lifted herself off of Kevin and knelled next to him on the bed.
"Oh my god Kevin, you can't just do that!" she said, looking him in the eyes.
"Don't tell me you didn't enjoy it," still admiring the areolas of her breasts.
"Yes, but you have to respect me. I'm your sister," she said, looking to the side.
"Well can we still do something, you felt amazing," I said. At that her face turned even redder, because as much as she knew it was wrong, she wanted to do more.
"Alright, but were doing it my way where I am in control," she said. She moved over and straddled my cock. Then she pushed it forward onto my chest and lowered her pussy onto my shaft. Slowly she began to slide back and forth along my penis.
Shyla had seen this done on her computer, and she decided that this way she could control everything and keep Kevin in check. She loved the feeling of her parted pussy lips rubbing on his shaft. As she slid faster she started to let the top of her pussy pop over the top of Kevin's cock, rubbing her clit when she slid back. This really excited her, and she kept going faster and faster, not realizing the each time her lips popped over Kevin cock some precum was getting inside her. With each movement she went faster, not noticing her increased slickness.
I am in heaven as Shyla grinds my cock. She puts her hands on my chest for leverage as she speeds up, and each time she slides over my cock head she digs her nails into me. I am getting excited to, pushing up in time with her grinding. I focus on her barely covered nipples, wishing that they were not covered. Then I look down just in time to see it happen. Her pussy lips pop over the head of my penis, but instead of sliding up back over the shaft I am tilted just enough, and she is lubricated enough, that the lips go over the head and I penetrate her. She feels me going in and stops right as I hit her hymen, I don't break it. She looks at me terrified.
I grab her hips and bring her up a little, she looks a little relaxed, and then I push her down onto my shaft. She bites her lip and squeals as I break her hymen and go as deep as I can. I don't move as she breathes heavily, nearly breaking my skin with her nails. Then after fifteen seconds I lift her up and slam her back down. She moans loudly and I see sweat drip down her face. I thrust again, and then again, slowly beginning to fuck my sister. She just holds onto my chest biting her finger sometimes and moaning. Her vagina is tight, and I am getting close. I don't know if she is on the pill since she has never done it with anyone, and I'm not sure if this is safe, but I can't stop my self.
I slam her down onto my cock as I cum. She moans loudly as the first rope of cum coats the back of her vagina. I keep cumming into her, and slowly lift her up as I fill her vagina with cum. She still has her eyes closed, and I can feel her pussy clinching my cock as she climaxes. Then the head of my penis pops out and a rope of cum shoots up and hits the bottom of her chest; staining her tank top. I look at her pussy as all the cum I just shot in her spews out onto my balls. Another rope, smaller rope of cum spews onto my chest, then another, until I am finished. I look around and see a puddle of cum being soaked into my sister's pink bed. I look up at her, and she is look straight at me. Before she can say anything I pull her to me and kiss her. I force my tongue into her mouth and she sticks hers in my mouth. We kiss there for what seems like an eternity, then she pulls back.
"I love you brother," she says, smiling.
"I love you to sis," I say. She gets off me, her inner thighs covered in cum. I get off her bed and run into the bathroom. She must have gone to the downstairs bathroom, because when I come out she is cleaning up her bed. I decide she needs some time to think, so I go to my room.
Over the next week my sister and I spend more time together, just like with mom. They don't know what is happening, but they both are trying to hide their secret from the other so I don't have to worry about anything. My sister really opens up to me, telling me how the first guy she had made out with tried to feel her up and she didn't like it so she stopped him. After that she stayed away from guys, and that when she had made me embarrassed about my problem it reminded her of what happened to her. That was why she had wanted to make me feel better, but she never expected her urges to be so strong.
The next Sunday my mother and I were in her room talking (it had become our regular thing to spend time in her room reading and talking to each). She is in her bathrobe (she had also become more comfortable about her clothing around me), and I am wearing some long basketball shorts because it is warm out. She is propped up against the bed board and I am lying sideways on the end of the bed. We have been talking for a while, when I decide to ask her a question that I really want to know.
"Hey mom, have your breasts always been so big?" I ask her casually.
She blushes, but replies, "No, they were E cups when I met your father. When I had Shyla and you they grew all the way to G cups because of the milk! Later when I weaned you two they shrank down to the F cups they are now." Her face becomes darker, "I sometimes wonder if your father left me because of them. I heard the woman he left with had G cups and sometimes I..." she puts a hand over her eyes and turns away.
I slide over on the bed and lay beside her, "Mom, you're beautiful. Don't forget that," I say, brushing her cheek.
She sniffles and smiles, "Thank you dear." I can tell she is still upset. I look down at her robe, and she that it is untied. Quickly I reach over with my hand and slip it inside her robe grabbing one of her heavenly globes.
"No Kevin, I'm very sensitive..." she tries to say before I cut her by kissing her. Her nipple becomes hard in my palm as I massage her breast and kiss her. I move my leg over her and straddle her legs, then put my other hand on her other breast. She moans into my mouth as her robe falls open. I feel something on my shorts and look down. My mother has reached out with her hand and is fishing in my pants for my cock. I also notice she is wearing black striated cotton panties, the loose kind that are comfortable.
I kiss her neck and she finds my cock. She pulls it over the elastic bands of both my boxers and my shorts, proceeding to slowly jack me off. I feel her hand become wet and realize I must be leaking precum again. I pinch her nipples and she bite the middle finger on her other hand, moaning more. Her eyes are closed but she jacks me faster, filling the room with a wet slapping sound. I look down again and see that my precum has been dripping onto her cotton panties, and I get an idea. I reach down and grab her hand, and move it up the breast I just released. She immediately begins to pinch and massage the nipple, smearing precum on her breast. I lower myself down until the head of my cock is on her panties, then rubbing back and forth along my mother's pussy. She moans more, and I slide faster as her panties become completely soaked with precum.
What neither of us realize is that slowly her panties are shifting to the left. With each forward thrust her panties move a centimeter, and with each down thrust they move back only half a centimeter. Her panties are loose, and her pussy is shaved and soaked all the way through with my slick precum, so neither of us notices what is happening.
Then it happens. The edge of her slick panties lines up along the lips of her vagina as I pull back. I thrust forward slowly, but I feel warm pressure this time. I look down just in time to see the lips of her vagina envelope the head of my penis as I penetrate her. I continue to slide forward, my precum aiding me in sliding inside her. I look up at her face, her eyes are closed and her mouth is making an "Oh" shape. Eventually I bury myself in her, her pussy is so hot and wet. I pump once, and she pants. I pump again, and she coos with pleasure. I begin to pump in and out of her pussy steadily, and she pants as more sweat trickles down her red face. I am fucking my mother.
She lets go of her breast and grabs on to her inner thighs along side my pounding cock. I let go of her breast and hold onto the bed board as I pump faster. Her huge breasts bounce back and forth as her pussy sucks my cock. The room is filed with the sound of my mother moaning and panting, and the slapping sound of my thrusting. I pull back, and thrust all the way in. I hit the back of her vagina, and can feel a small pea size hole. I pump again, and I feel it still there. I am getting close now. I pump twice more, this will be it. I don't know if my mother stayed on the pill after dad left or not, but it's too late. I thrust as deep as I can, forcing the tip of my penis into that little hole. I inject my sperm into my mother's unprotected womb, and she screams. I hold my self there, forcing more cum into her womb before the pressure pushes me back. I continue to cum into her vagina as it contracts from her climax, slowly drawing out as I fill her with cum. Then my head pops out, and a rope of cum streams out of my penis and creams my mother's left breast. My cum spews out of her pussy and forms a large puddle on the bed beneath me. Slowly the ropes of cum become less and less, until I stop, but not before I have covered my mom's chest with a layer of thick sticky cum.
"AHHH, I CAN FEEL IT IN MY WOMB! IT'S NOT COMING OUT. ITS STAYING IN!" she yells. She holds her stomach just above her vagina and bites her lip, still orgasming. I fall to her side, and start to slowly nibble and suck on her nipple while she comes down.
After a few minutes she comes down, and then holds my head as I suck her nipple.
"I love you so much sweaty," she says softly into my ear.
"I know mom," I say after I let go of her nipple.
"Get out so mommy can clean up, okay honey?" she asks.
"Sure mom," I say as I get up.