Mom was looking anxiously again at the clock. Her voice betrayed her agitation when she said, "He should have been here an hour ago."
The "he" she was referring to was my father. He and mom were due to go to his firm's annual dinner tonight, but the timing was not great. Dad had been away on a five week business trip to Australia on behalf of the firm he worked for, UXF. He had only flown back the previous day, but had stayed overnight at a hotel near his office in order to sort out some urgent work issues. So today would be the first time we'd seen him since we'd waved him off five weeks ago in his taxi, accompanied by George, my sister's fiancé, and Miss Jones, who was dad's personal assistant.
Mom had been concerned about Miss Jones when she'd first met her. After all Miss Jones was only a few years older than my sister, had a slim figure and was quite a pretty woman. However, dad had allayed mom's concerns when he'd explained that Miss Jones was in a loving long-term relationship with another woman whom she had met whilst attending one of her bible classes. Nevertheless, as Miss Jones had got into the taxi with dad, I felt mom bristle as the black dress Miss Jones was wearing seemed to make her slimmer than ever and a mauve chiffon scarf seemed to give Miss Jones an alluring look.
We had also not seen George, my sister's fiancé, since the flight had arrived, as he'd had to go straight to see his mother who had just come out of hospital. So when my sister, Angela, saw George this evening at the firm's dinner it was to be a belated reunion. The plan was that Angela or, as my parents called her, Angel, would go with mom and dad in the taxi to the dinner and then afterwards go back with George to their apartment, while mom and dad would return home in a taxi.
We were now all looking at the clock. Mom had dad's tuxedo hanging upstairs ready for him to change into as soon as he came through the door. The booked taxi to take the three of them to the dinner had been and gone. Mom was now saying that I would have to drive them there and drive myself back. This was annoying me intensely as I had planned some vigorous jacking off to some of my favorite porn channels. I had also just found a particular video called Busty Hookers which looked to be excellent jacking material. It had been a shit day anyway considering it was my eighteenth birthday. Mom had been apologetic, promising me that she and dad would make up for it as soon as possible, but my birthday was not being the special day it should have been.
Mom and Angela had been dressed in their evening attire for over an hour. They had been discussing earlier in the day what they should wear. I had been near mom's bedroom door trying and failing to catch a glimpse of some bare flesh or nice panties when I heard my sister saying, "Mom, not having seen George for so long, I've been missing the sex. I can't wait for when we're in our hotel room tonight. I've picked my sexiest underwear. You haven't seen dad for a while either, have you!"
Angela said her last sentence as a joke, but mom took her seriously. I could hear mom take a heavy breath before she replied with a sigh, "Angel, to be honest, your dad and I haven't been getting on too well recently. We haven't had sex for a long time but I'm going to make a real effort for tonight. I've bought some special lingerie that I think he's going to enjoy. I've also been reading some tips from a sex manual. Do you know honey, your dad and I have only had one sex position in all our years of marriage. Your dad has said he's always been content with that, but I'm going to try something new. I feel I need to do something."
Angela's reply showed that she didn't really care if mom and dad were happy together or not. She replied with disdain, "Well George and I have a very satisfactory sex life. In fact I'll have difficulty trying to stop him ripping my dress in his eagerness to take my clothes off."
My mind was going crazy picturing my sister having her clothes ripped off her. I found it difficult to believe that quiet George was a tiger in the bedroom. I was pretty sure any sex with him would be unexciting and dull, even though my sister Angela was a beautiful stacked twenty-five-year old brunette who was one of my greatest fantasies. My other great fantasy was my beautiful forty-five-year old mom who was a mature blond with a voluptuous figure, very big juggs and a big ass. If her waist was not as slim as my sister's, it was not bad.
There was no discussion over the dresses they would wear. Mom always wore her Armani dress for occasions such as this. It appeared perfect when she'd first bought it a few years ago, but her bra size had increased considerably since then and her tits bulged out more than I felt was appropriate. At home I loved seeing mom's melons peeping out the top of her dress, but I would have felt awkward if I was alongside her in public.
My sister almost seemed to have inherited my mom's lack of judgement. Her dress, although not showing so much cleavage, was fairly short and showed off her hourglass figure causing erections to grow at the sight of her. Right now, sitting on the couch, with matching fairly deep red lipstick they both wouldn't have looked out of place on one of my porn channels.
My sister had her legs tightly together and had tried to pull her dress over her knees as I sat down opposite to her. She seemed to think that I had a liking for trying to see her body. She was wrong. It was not a liking, it was an obsession. It was always difficult to catch mom partially dressed but Angela was always in a last minute panic, rushing around, trying to pull her bathrobe around her but not always completely succeeding. Angela was always tetchy with me. I don't think it was solely because she thought I lusted after her, but I suspect that didn't help.
I felt sorry for mom. I knew that her relationship with dad was not easy. He had become more remote from me as well over the last couple of years. The only times when mom seemed happy was when she was performing in her Amateur Theater Group. They weren't professional productions and she didn't get the lead roles, but she loved it.
At last mom picked up the phone and called one of dad's colleagues. I could faintly hear him addressing her as Mrs. Gregg. He appeared to be saying that he'd tried to contact dad but was not getting any response. They had found that a big fraud had been committed against UXF and tomorrow, after the company dinner tonight, they needed to talk to dad urgently to lead the investigation. He gave mom the address of the hotel where dad was staying, but said he couldn't go there himself as he was too tied up in trying to sort out how much the company had lost.
"Right," said mom, "Tom can drive us over to dad's hotel. I'll pick your father's tuxedo up from the bedroom and he can change into it when we find him."
"Why can't you ring for another taxi?" I complained.
Mom was now sounding more crabby, "Because there's no time. Now go and take off that t-shirt and put a proper shirt on. You might meet some of your dad's colleagues."
I stomped up to my room in a huff. I then found the gaudiest shirt I could find. When I arrived back downstairs, mom stamped her foot in frustration at my choice of shirt but, as there was no time, she herded me and Angela quickly out of the door. Herding us was not easy for her as her long tight dress meant she could only walk in small steps.
Initially Angela sat in the front passenger seat, but when she saw me eying her legs, which were exposed by her short dress, she swapped into the back seat, next to dad's tuxedo which was hanging from a hook over the car window, and mom joined me in the front.
It was early evening as we drove, with the roads busy from commuters returning home. I usually enjoyed driving. It was still a new experience for me. In our state the curfew rule means you can drive at night when you are seventeen, but mom hadn't let me drive in the evenings anyway, up till now.
There was a brittle silence as I drove. Mom was feeling bad tempered as her reunion with dad, that was always going to be a bit awkward anyway, would now be even more difficult. Angela was her usual quiet haughty self.
Eventually I pulled in to the long drive of the Gardenia Hotel. We were all surprised as it was a lot more upmarket than we had been expecting, hardly a businessman's overnight stay. I think it was the unexpected grandeur of the place that caused my sister to forget to bring dad's tuxedo from the car.
Mom led the way to the front desk and smiled at the young male assistant behind the counter. She opened her handbag and took out a charge card. "Good morning, we're here to see Mr. Gregg, but we're in a hurry so I'll pay his bill now so he can check out quickly."
The assistant smiled, "There is no need Madam. As a regular guest, Mr. Gregg has a Gold Card account with us so his account is charged automatically when he hands in the key to his room."
Wow, dad was clearly doing better financially than I'd thought and I could see that mom and Angela were both astonished as well.
The assistant continued, "I'll just ring him and let him know you're here. Let's see, Mr. and Mrs. Gregg are in room six on the first floor. Who shall I say you are Madam?"
How mom controlled herself I'll never know. She smiled icily and said, "Don't ring him. We'll go straight up to their room. It will be a wonderful surprise for them."
Mom marched straight through the foyer and up the stairs to the first floor. She couldn't move too fast as her dress kept her strides short. With her hurrying, her big round ass was swaying from side to side which I would normally have enjoyed but my mind was in turmoil as much as mom's. Who were we going to find in the room? It didn't take us long to find out as room six was in the corner of the corridor, its door slightly ajar. Mom pushed it open determinedly and marched in, closely followed by Angela and myself. What we saw was quite a shock.
The room was obviously at the top end of the hotel brochure. It had big windows on two sides which looked out onto drives leading up to the hotel. A large gilded mirror was above the bedhead rail. The ceiling also had a large mirror in the ceiling above the bed. The room was very untidy with bedclothes partly on the floor. Someone had clearly left in a hurry. On the table next to the bed on the side we had entered were a complimentary bottle of water, a large open bottle of oil and next to it was an open packet of blue pills. A mauve chiffon scarf, that I recognized immediately as I knew would mom, was laying on the pillow with one end tied to the bedrail. Of my father and Miss Jones there was no sign, but there were people in the room. A bulky looking man stood immediately in front of us. He was wearing a long dark trench coat and looked as if he was about to leave as we'd interrupted him. Now he was looking at us intently. Behind him was a thin looking man with skeletal features. He was carrying a laptop case that I recognized as my father's.
There was a silence in the room that was eventually broken by the big guy. "We're looking for Mr. Gregg," he said in a deep growl, "or members of his family," he added looking at the three of us.
At this point the skeletal guy, who in my mind I was calling Mr. Skinny, decided to add his two cents, "He owes Boss a lot of money," his voice sounded whiney.
The way he had said 'Boss' rather than 'the Boss' indicated to me that that was how his friend liked to be called.
Boss carried on as if his thin friend hadn't spoken. "Mr. Gregg has a wife and daughter," he growled, looking at mom and Angela. They wisely didn't respond.
I'd noticed instantly that he hadn't referred to a son and thought that my presence must have confused him. His questioning gaze turned to me.
I smiled weakly, "Hi," I said. "I'm eighteen today."
I don't know why I said it. I suppose I thought it was buying us time.
"Happy birthday kid," growled my new acquaintance, still looking at me questioningly.
I then had a brainwave. It might have been because I'd been thinking about my porn videos while I was driving the car, but it was all I could think of to say. "These ladies are dad's birthday present to me."
Boss gazed at mom and Angela and for once I was glad that mom's tits were showing more than was seemly. I could see he was thinking about what I'd said, but he didn't respond. I felt I had to fill the gap of silence. "This is Angel," I said indicating my sister Angela, "and this is Mama."
In the circumstances it was a crazy thing to call mom, but my mind had gone a blank. Now I retrieved the situation. With more confidence I added, "Yes, this is Mama Blow."
Boss raised his eyebrows and looked at the women appreciatively. I knew the three of us looked our parts. With my gaudy shirt I must have looked like daddy's spoilt son and the women certainly had the curves one looked for in promiscuous women. At this point mom came to the party. After years of minor roles in her Theater Group she now had center stage. With her hands on her hips she gave a sexy smile and said, "the kid's daddy is determined that Junior will have the best birthday ever."
She was speaking with a slight Southern drawl making it easier for her to think of the situation as a play. "Angel and I are going to take him to heaven."
I gave her some support. "The guy on the desk said that we could use this room as it was empty." I tried to look innocent, hoping my explanation helped.
Suddenly I realized that we had got away with it. Boss visibly relaxed and nodded to his friend that they should head for the door. I was breathing a lot more easily until Boss's phone rang.
He lifted it up to his ear and began listening and then grunting questions into it. Finally he put it back in his pocket and said to Mr. Skinny. "Gregg could be coming back here. We'll stay ten more minutes just to check and then we'd better move quickly. You watch the front drive. I'll cover the back."
With that Mr. Skinny sat in a chair with his back to us facing the front drive. Boss also sat down but as he did so none of us failed to notice that, as his jacket parted, a gun was visible in a holster under his armpit. From where he was sitting, he was able to keep an eye on the back drive and watch us in the room at the same time.
"Well," I said with a dry mouth, "we're clearly in the way here so we'll find another room."
The three of us were turning quickly for the door when Boss growled, "No, you're staying here and keeping us company, but you carry on enjoying your hookers."
Boss clearly didn't want us talking about him to any of the hotel staff while he was still in the hotel. He half smiled as he carried on, "Why don't you start with a blowjob from Mama then you can continue with Angel if you're capable."
I was frozen not knowing what to do, but mom stiffened her shoulders, pushing out her ample breasts and said, "Angel you sit over the other side of the bed, while I take the first round. You go to the bathroom Junior if you need it, then come back and relax."
Angel shuffled around the bed, watched admiringly by Boss who was staring openly at her stacked body which stretched her tight dress. She had a blank expression which I knew was because she was trying to close her mind to the situation we were in, but Boss would have interpreted that as the face of a bored whore.
I was scared. I knew that when I dropped my pants, instead of a rampant erection of an expectant teenage boy, Boss would see a shriveled penis of a scared kid and his suspicions would be roused. I considered the blue pills on the table. I had never seen Viagra pills before, but I guessed that this was what they were. How quickly did they work? I didn't know, but I was desperate to try anything. I picked up the packet and headed into the bathroom. The room was full of complimentary toiletries. It even had complimentary mouthwash. I popped two pills from the packet and swallowed them with a gulp of water. As I was returning to the bedroom Boss was talking to mom, asking her if she and Angel were with the Ecstasy Agency. Mom said that no, she and Angel were with Luxury Ladies, but they didn't advertise; only accepting recommended clients.
As mom turned back to me I stood there not knowing what to do. She glanced at the Viagra packet and, sensing I had taken at least one, gave me a slight nod of understanding. She put her hands on my shoulders and gently pushed me, so that I was sitting on the bed facing her. She looked into my eyes and held them in her gaze as if to say "we need to be strong." She looked at the clock on the wall and then back to me, silently reminding me that Boss had said they would only stay ten more minutes. Then mom got into her act.
"Ever had a blowjob before sonny?" saying the words with a slow sexy drawl.
As I sat there I was thinking how amazing my mom was. A few minutes before her world had been shattered by the discovery that her husband was having an affair with a younger woman, who was certainly not in a loving relationship with another woman nor attending bible classes. She had also found out that my father was associated with gangsters and that in all probability the money missing from his company was also connected to him. Nevertheless, she still had the strength to protect herself and her family and was now giving the performance of her life.
Strengthened by my admiration for her, I thought I'd better join in her act, "No Mama." I whispered loudly enough to carry to Boss.
Mom stretched her hands forward, running her fingers through my hair and ruffling it gently, as she had done when I was a young boy. Now, however, it had more sexual overtones as she said slowly with her sensual drawl, "I only suck naughty boys. Are you a naughty boy?"
"Yes Mama," I said with a voice that was dry from hearing her erotic language.
Mom moved her hands down to the top button of my shirt and slowly undid it. She paused before moving down to the next button and said with heavy sensuous breath, "I never rush a blowjob. I like to take my time."
As she painstakingly undid the next button, I could see her darting a glance at the clock, calculating how much she needed to slow her actions in order to stretch out the time to ten minutes. She was clearly determined that Boss and his pal would have to leave before she would be expected to begin the real thing.
I wondered if her comment on not rushing the blowjob had been learnt from her sex manual. I now realized that it was, as at the same time as slowly undoing the next button of my shirt, she started a commentary on what she was going to do to me.
"I'll begin by getting your cock well oiled," she breathed huskily, "then I like to do a bit of ball sucking."
As the last button was undone on the front of my shirt, mom pushed it off my shoulders. She picked up the bottle of oil at the side of the bed and, again glancing at the clock, poured some over her hands. She them started to unhurriedly massage my chest running the palms of her hands over my nipples. By moving hers arms around, her breasts, which were pushing out of the top of her dress, started jiggling.
She continued talking in her sensuous drawl, "After a little ball sucking I like to tease a bit. I'll be licking up and down your shaft without touching the top of your cock. Of course, you'll probably get a little sticky, with some juice oozing out the top."
Bloody hell, I knew I already had cum leaking. I no longer had worries about my organ being flaccid. It now felt like an iron bar straining to burst out of my pants. I knew that this blowjob was never going to happen but with mom's description of what she was going to do to me, together with the sight of her big breasts jiggling in front of me, my sexual temperature had been raised to boiling.
Mom continued massaging my chest, her fingers moving in circles that were getting lower, moving over my stomach. She carried on her commentary, "As I'm sucking your balls, for a treat I'll probably slip a finger in your asshole. Then after I've teased you a while, I'll ask you what you want me to do with my mouth and, as it's your birthday --"
She hesitated before saying the final words which she emphasized with husky panting breath, " I'll do whatever you want."
Mom could see that the ten minutes was now up and was relieved to hear Boss standing up behind her getting ready to leave. Feeling confident, she undid my belt clasp and tugged my pants down. She must have seen the tent in my boxers but, knowing she would shortly be able to cease her performance, my obvious erection was not a great concern. I could see the relief in her face as she turned to say goodbye to our friends. Then Boss's cell phone rang again.
Boss was growling into it, "Yea, he left his laptop here. We have it." Boss listened and then just said, "OK."
He turned to Mr. Skinny and said, "Ron thinks Gregg still might come back here to try to get his laptop, so we'll stay here for a bit longer."
Boss looked at mom and me as he sat down again and added, "At least I won't miss out on seeing what Mama Blow can do."
Mom was trying to stop her face betraying how she felt. She leaned over me, as if to massage the back of my shoulders, and whispered fiercely, "We've got to keep up the act."
I then realized that mom thought I would feel disgusted at being given a blowjob by my own mother. I decided not to whisper back the truth which was that I'd fantasized about having my cock in her mouth ever since I'd had erections.
"Mom," I whispered earnestly, "I know that you are only doing this to save us."
I could see mom's face relax with relief as she mouthed, "Thank you darling."
Now, steeling herself, she gripped my boxers and in one movement pulled them over my legs and on the floor. My unfettered cock sprang upright, which caused a whistle to come from Boss.
"Fucking hell! The kid's got a joystick the size of a baseball bat!"
Mom stared at my boner, her shocked expression conveying her feelings, which were probably an agreement with Boss's comment. However, undaunted she pushed me back flat on the bed and grasped my boner round the shaft with her right hand. A sexual tremor passed through me as her fingers touched my sensitive teenage phallus. She let it go again temporarily as she reached for the oil again.
I was looking straight up at the ceiling, seeing her reflection in the mirror as her hands began sliding up and down my thick tube of hard flesh, deliberately avoiding my helmet. Then, remembering what she'd repeated from her sex manual, she pushed my legs apart and back and bent her head to reach my testicles.
Now I'd never thought that much before about my balls. I always liked to concentrate on my knob end when I was jacking off, but the thought of having my balls sucked was quite exciting. I opened my legs as wide as possible, which mom thought was for her benefit, but in fact I didn't want to miss out on anything. She pushed my boner back against my stomach to expose my testicles fully, then licked my ball sack and sucked my left ball into her mouth.
I groaned with pleasure as mom licked my ball sack again and sucked my right ball into her mouth. This would be the first time I had received a blow job and I was certain that it was also the first time that mom would have undertaken fellatio. She was trying hard and I felt she was doing pretty well. I remembered that she had described fingering my asshole as she sucked my balls and, although I could sense that there was now a certain reluctance to start this action, her finger started sliding under my testicles to my anal opening. The tip of her forefinger teased my sphincter. I wanted it to penetrate so badly that I suddenly pushed down with my hips and mum's finger slipped in up to the knuckle.
Fuck! This was feeling good, especially as mom started the next phase of teasing me, licking my shaft up and down, only accidentally sometimes touching my helmet with her tongue. She was driving me crazy. Eventually she stopped and lifted her head and whispered loudly, "What do you want me to do now kid?"
I like to think that my voice is fairly deep and manly but mom had got me to such a sexual fever pitch that I screamed in a high voice, "SUCK ME NOW!"
I could hear mom take a deep breath as she brought her mouth down and enclosed my mushroom head between her lips. I screamed again as she sucked me hard, obeying my command, her lips sliding juicily back and forth over the rim of my corona. I felt I had no control over myself as I sat up and grasped her head, gripping her hair and pushing her head up and down. My boner was fucking her mouth and by pushing her head down further I found I was entering her throat. I pulled her back up by her hair and pushed her hard down again, this time going even deeper down her throat.
Mom was desperately trying to breathe through her nose. She was concentrating so much on survival that she was probably not aware of what her hands were doing. Her finger was pushing in and out of my anus and her other hand was teasingly holding my testicles. The combination of both these things only heightened my intense sexual pleasure.
I had now got into a steady rhythm. The feeling of her mouth and throat gripping my throbbing hard meat as it went in and out was indescribable.
I was getting completely carried away and felt my climax building. "I'M CUMMING!! I screamed. Although I had lost all control, mom had the strength to force her head up so that my helmet came out of her throat and into her mouth.
"AAArgh!!" I cried as my fiery pulses of cum jetted into mom's mouth. Mom squeezed my balls and sucked relentlessly until she had swallowed every drop. Even in her current circumstances, she was determined not to have cum stains on her Armani dress.
As I lay there drained, I was concerned that I might have hurt her, but mom could see the worry on my face and just whispered, "Don't worry, I know you couldn't help getting carried away."
Mom slowly stood up and I pushed myself around so that I was sitting on the bed, but I had a problem. The problem was sticking up in front of me. I was unsure about when the Viagra had started to contribute to my erection, but it was having a very strong effect now. My erection was straining upwards. The mushroom head seemed to be pulsing at the top.
Boss hadn't failed to miss my protuberance as he whistled in admiration. "Wow, lucky Angel is going to get her fill now. Go and bang her boy!"
My sister now realized with horror that she had a part to play in the scene. However, she continued to sit frozen on the bed. With mom having given an OSCAR performance as best actress, Angela was nowhere near the level required for best supporting actress.
Her lack of movement got Boss's doubts going, "Angel, considering you're an escort, you seem very slow to take your clothes off," Boss growled suspiciously.
For once Angela realized that she was in danger of screwing up our charade. None of us could guess what Boss would do if he realized who we were. The best we could hope for would be as hostages until dad paid Boss what he owed him, if dad had enough money. The worst was unthinkable. Boss looked like he was quite capable of removing his victims' fingers and toes without a qualm.
Angela got up from the bed quickly and started taking her clothes off. She wasn't disrobing in a sexy way like a stripper, but more like she was getting undressed for a shower. Nevertheless, when her bra came off I could hear Boss breathing heavily from where I was sitting. Her breasts were as mouthwatering as I'd always imagined. Her nipples, at the end of each melon, were like strawberries demanding to be sucked. When she took her panties off I smiled as I could see she had shaved her pubic hair. She had obviously done it as a treat for her fiancé George after their long celibate separation, but was now almost certainly deeply regretting her bald pubic state. Her stockings were thigh highs, which added to the eroticism. The whole effect of her luscious body and shaved pussy was that she looked like every schoolboy's dream of a glamourous hooker.
Boss was impressed, "Get to it kid!" he instructed me.
I stood nervously and walked around the bed towards her. Angela was keeping her arms by her side with difficulty. I could see she was desperate to cover herself with her arms, like Eve in a biblical painting.
As I was moving round, Boss turned to mom and said, "Come over here Mama, you can blow me while I watch him fucking her."
I stopped and bravely turned to face him, "Wait a minute. Dad has paid for her,"
Boss hadn't actually threatened us to date and I was hoping that he would not want to act illegally now.
Boss kind of backed down. "OK," he said with resentment, "there's a hundred bucks."
With that statement he took a large roll of bills from his pocket, peeled off two and threw them on the table. He then beckoned mom and said, "No teasing or messing around honey, just give me a good sucking."
Mom just smiled and tried to look sassy as she knelt in front of him, unzipping his pants. However, as she had moved, she had looked at me and mouthed, "I will distract him."
This was a very worthy sacrifice and I felt it would help as I approached my sister and whispered, "We'll just pretend."
If I was expecting gratitude I was to be sorely mistaken. Angela looked down at my boner, then up at me. Her eyes were glaring at me as she whispered back fiercely. "Don't tell me you're not enjoying this. This is your dirtiest fantasy come true. You little pervert!"
She had whispered too loudly. Nervously I looked round at Boss, who had a strange expression on his face as if he was trying to decipher what he'd just heard Angela say. But mom came to the rescue again, bobbing her head more quickly, and I saw Boss's expression relax as his mind went back to enjoying his blowjob. I was feeling very annoyed with Angela, but kept my cool. Holding the top of her arms, I guided her to the bed and pushed her gently back. I then lay carefully on top of her and whispered again, "We've got to pretend."
To illustrate to her what I meant, I bent down to her breasts, but with my mouth firmly closed, and moved my head as if I was licking her tits. She seemed to get where I was coming from and relaxed a bit. Feeling more confident I separated her legs a little and pretended we were fucking. She at least now understood my intentions and placed her hands on my shoulders.
I was hoping that to Boss we were looking like a couple having sex. I knew he was continuing to be distracted as I heard him grunt contentedly and mutter, "Oh yea, keep sucking honey."
By the sound of it, mom was doing a good job and I felt that Angela and I might get away with it. She'd had the commonsense to widen her legs a little to make things look even more realistic, but this meant that my shaft was rubbing up and down against her clitoris. This had an effect on her and pretty soon I could feel that she was getting very moist. Angela had her eyes tightly shut, hoping that we would soon have done enough to convince Boss and that we could stop.
Although I was feeling very frustrated at this sexual simulation, I was also liking it, particularly as I felt her getting juicier. I found I was automatically exaggerating my movements so that, as I drew down, I was getting closer to her pussy entrance. Angela was breathing loudly but, I couldn't help noticing, was not objecting to my increased movements. Suddenly I realized that the head of my cock was teasingly at that moist opening. My sister had her eyes closed but must have been aware of the juncture of our sexual organs. As my cock head hesitated at her open labia lips, it was her who, with a cry of anguish, pushed up, causing me to penetrate her.
Angela screamed again, but I knew that she'd wanted me to push my cock deeper into her. Without thinking about the consequences, I did what nearly every other kid brother would do given the opportunity and pushed my hot hard meat determinedly into my sister's warm juicy sheath.
Angela's scream of "NOOooo!" belied the answering thrusting of her pelvis in time to my penetrating stab.
In the background, I heard Boss chuckle, "I love it when a whore pretends to show reluctance. Angel seems pretty good at it."
Angela certainly was good at it. She was screaming obscenities as she bucked and writhed, but essentially she was fucking back at me.
I couldn't believe it. I had somehow managed to lose my virginity by penetrating my gorgeous sister. I was still mad as hell with her for endangering all of us and was determined to teach her a lesson. She was still bucking fiercely as I bent my mouth to her ear and whispered, "You're absolutely right. This is my greatest fantasy come true. Now I'm going to really enjoy myself!"
With that statement of my intentions, I gripped the top of her shoulders and began a steady sawing motion in and out of her succulent love passage. I was smiling at her face as she gazed at me in horror, knowing she was responding to my thrusts.
I remembered the look on mom's face when she saw the magnitude of my boner and of Boss's comment on its large size. Leaning forward again to my sister's ear I whispered, "I bet my cock is bigger than George's!"
There was an agonized groan from Angela as she grimaced at my question and I knew at that moment that I was a lot bigger than George. I laughed gleefully and really started to fuck her far harder than I knew George ever would.
Her vagina was being ravaged by my meaty pounder and she stared at me in horror as she realized her teenage brother was riding her with relish. I slowed a little and bent forward so that I could lick and suck her plum-like nipples. She groaned again as I guzzled her delicious teats, continuing to thrust my hard meat deep inside her.
Gradually her pelvis started to move harder in response and pretty soon she was thrusting harder and harder back at me. I laughed and whispered, "So you can't get enough of your little brother's boner now, can you!"
Her groan this time was loud and heartfelt. We both knew that she was now a slave to whatever I wanted to do to her. I pushed her legs wide, to emphasize my dominance and plunged my rod of flesh hard in and out, so that she was now screaming with unrestrained sexual pleasure.
I leant forward and thrust my tongue in her mouth and she responded dutifully sucking my tongue and licking the inside of my mouth lasciviously.
As I felt my orgasm building, I pinched her nipples which tipped her over the edge and her vagina went into contractions. My jizz spurted inside her and my determined sperm raced up into her fertile body.
Pulling out of her, my cock was still ramrod straight. I watched mom's head bobbing up and down in Boss's lap until his face contorted and he breathed the sigh of a man who had just unloaded his cum into a hot mouth. Lifting herself up, mom walked into the bathroom where I presumed she used a lot of the complimentary mouthwash.
Just then Boss's phone went again. He grunted into it, but this time seemed to be listening rather more than talking. At the end of the conversation he was just staring at me coldly as he said, "Seems that Gregg has an eighteen-year-old son, as well as a daughter!"
He was looking at me hard, clearly waiting for an answer. I tried to look indignant,
"Surely you don't think that's me," I said, "I just fucked her," indicating Angela who was still lying on the bed.
Boss gave me a twisted smile. "Every kid brother wants to fuck his older sister."
There wasn't much I could say in answer to this, but just then mom saved the day. She had come out of the bathroom and had heard enough of the conversation to realize the danger.
"OK kid," she said with her drawl, "Mama's ready for you now."
I could feel Boss's eyes suspiciously following me as mom beckoned me over to her. I staggered round, my big boner swaying in front of me. She took me by the hand and stood me at the side of the bed, facing her. Now she'd got me in position she stood back and, reaching both hands behind her, unhooked her dress at the top and pulled the zipper down her back. Then, holding her dress at the top, she slowly peeled it down, gradually exposing her bra. Her large breasts filled those DDD cups and some of her excess creamy tit flesh pushed out at the top.
Although I was staring lasciviously at my mom's breasts, I also had half an eye on Boss. His expression, I noted with relief, had changed from suspicion to interest in mom's striptease. Mom, I was sure, had also noted that Boss seemed to be deceived by her play-acting. This seemed to give mom a bit more confidence as she continued to peel her tight dress down her body.
I gasped in admiration as she stood there in her underwear. This was obviously the 'special lingerie' she had intended for dad's benefit. It definitely helped with her hooker act as it certainly did not look like the kind of underwear a forty-five-year old mom would wear. The bra was lacey and the matching panties were more like a small bikini bottom. The garter belt and stockings made her into a porn star picture of eroticism.
Mom stepped towards me as if to kiss me, but then seemed to nibble my earlobe. She was now able to whisper in my ear without Boss hearing.
Mom's whisper was just audible to me, "Darling, I know you're hating this, but these are really dangerous men. I hate to think what they would do to us if they realized who we were. I know it's horrible, but you've got to pretend that you're enjoying this. Try to think of me as a hooker and not your mother. Hopefully the Viagra will keep you erect. We'll start with a kiss. Just do your best."
Mom's voice broke slightly with those last few words. I tried to reassure her and whispered back, "Mom, it's difficult, but I'll try."
I felt a bit guilty as the reality was that it wouldn't be difficult for me at all. I found that selfishly my main worry was that Boss would get a phone call and leave with Mr. Skinny before I could get a chance of feeling mom's tits and ass.
With my reassurance to her, mom sighed with relief and brought her mouth to mine. She kissed me, thrusting her tongue in my mouth with the feigned enthusiasm of a teenage fan kissing her pop idol. I kissed her back with the same enthusiasm and slipped my hands into her panties at the back, gripping her big ass.
Mom broke off, whispering, "Yes, that's very good, keep it up."
With that encouragement, I started really squeezing and releasing her gorgeous buttocks. At the same time our tongues were tussling furiously. Eventually mom pulled back. She put her arms behind her unhooking her bra and pulled it forward exposing her champion melons.
"I hope you like big tits, Kid," she said with her feigned drawl.
I almost shouted my response, "Fucking hell Mama, they're huge!"
I lunged at her and immediately began grasping and kneading those wonderful balloons. If my sister's nipples had been like strawberries, mom's were more like plums. I was squashing as much of her tender areolae into my mouth as I could, licking, sucking and guzzling on her luscious orbs.
Mom seemed impressed with my acting as she whispered rather breathlessly, "Yes, you're doing great."
Seeing as I was not receiving any complaints I decided to take things a step further. I slipped her panties down a bit so that they were just below her buttocks and then slid my hands round to the front so that they were poised to slide down her pubic hair and between her legs. I paused. Was I going too far? Would she realize that I was aching to get at her pussy?
Mom felt me hesitate and thought I had stopped because I couldn't bear to take such a taboo action. "Son, you've got to carry on," she whispered pleading.
I hesitated no longer and slipped my right hand down between her legs. She gasped as my middle finger slipped between her labia lips and rubbed her clitoris. She was already wet from me sucking her nipples, but now I began to really juicy her up with my fingers. She was making slight moaning noises as I went to work on her genitalia. I loved the thought that I had got my mom very sexually excited.
Eventually she pulled herself together with a sharp intake of breath and pushed me down on the bed, slipping her panties off and sitting on my thighs astride me. She looked down at me, both of us aware that she was about to commit the most taboo act a mother can do.
She steeled herself as she said to me slowly in her fake sensual drawl, trying to hide the tension in her voice, "I only fuck naughty boys. Are you a naughty boy?"
"Oh yes Mama," I croaked, my throat dry with the anticipation.
Mom took my croaking voice as a sign I was dreading what she was about to do. She looked down at me pityingly and whispered, "Thank you for being brave."
With that expression of gratitude, she lifted herself up and began impaling her pussy on my hard cock. Boss must have thought that she'd done this a thousand times, but I knew, given her conservative sex positions with dad, that that this was the first time she would be straddling a man with a cock inside her. Her mouth was open and her eyes staring as she impaled herself on her son, carefully lowering herself, sliding down my shaft inch by inch. The feeling was incredible as the walls of her vagina gripped me. Despite her tightness, her juices enabled my smooth penetration, so that finally I was inside her to the hilt.
She stared down at me, taking in taboo act she had committed and then started slowly tentatively moving her hips, instinctively discovering how to fuck a man who's underneath her.
Her face looked dazed and she appeared to have lost where she was. I decided I'd better help her, "Ride me Mama! I shouted.
The loudness of my voice seemed to bring her round and she gratefully joined in with her drawl, "Howja like being ridden by a woman with big tits, kid?"
"Fucking great, Mama!" I shouted, and reached up grasping her tits and squeezing them as she started pumping her hips with a faster rhythm.
Mom was now really getting into it. She had never fucked a man like this before and her body was thoroughly enjoying it. I knew she would be feeling guilty but that emotion was now in the background as she moved her hips furiously approaching her orgasm. I squeezed her tits even harder and she gave a scream, tensing as her body shook with her climax. It was too much for me and I let my cum stream inside her.
She collapsed on top of me and eventually rolled off, looking with horror at my continued hard erection. Boss was looking on interestedly as mom whispered, "You'll just have to continue and take me from behind."
Taking that as an invitation, I got up behind her and entered her pussy from the rear. She gripped the bedrail with both hands as I commenced a very pleasant leisurely fucking motion. However, Boss suddenly got more animated.
"If you ain't gonna fuck 'er in the ass kid, I will!" he shouted at me.
Mom gave a big sigh and whispered, "Use lots of oil and take it very slowly."
Following her instructions, I poured oil all down her ass and warily worked my finger in her asshole. Then, very cautiously, I inserted my helmet into her sphincter.
Boss seemed pleased, "That's better kid!"
Mom's asshole was very tight, but I was able to begin fucking her carefully. Mom was quiet as I began moving a little faster and I began to wish I could really thrust into her. Just then Boss's phone rang again.
Boss was shouting into his phone, as people do when they get excited. "What, he's at the airport getting a plane to Galveston! Right I'll be with you in twenty minutes. Get us tickets and we'll fly straight after him."
With that, there was a rustle of bodies behind me as Boss and Mr. Skinny grabbed their things. A few seconds later the door slammed behind them and they were gone.
Mom breathed a huge sigh of relief and went to push me off, but I was too near my orgasm. I had to finish fucking her in the ass. I grabbed her hair as I held her still and began to pound into her, my hips slapping into her big buttocks. Mom screamed, but I showed no mercy. Her ass cheeks were rippling from the force of my thrusts as I approached my climax. Mom was now involuntarily joining in, thrusting back at me and we both came together as she gave her loudest scream.
As I lay back guiltily on the bed, mom got up quickly and went into the bathroom. Angela had been dressing hastily ever since the gangsters had gone and she stopped by me on her way to the door, looking down at my still hard erection.
"George is on a trip again in a couple of weeks," she said shyly, "You can come around if you like."
I smiled at her. "Angela, I'll do that."
Just then mom came out of the bathroom in a bathrobe she'd found. Angela told her that she would be asking the desk clerk to call a taxi to take her and mom to the dinner. Mom smiled at her and said, "As it's now all over with your father, I'll just go home with Tom. You carry on and see George."
As Angela shut the door behind her, mom turned to me and took off the bathrobe. Slipping beside me on the bed she pulled me on top of her and looking down at my erection said, "Come on then, we don't want to waste that do we!"
I grinned at her and, as I positioned my mushroom head at her entrance, said, "I only fuck naughty moms. Are you a naughty mom?"
"You betcha!" mom said with her fake drawl and, hooking her legs behind me, pulled me inside her.