Introduction:

Mom caught her son fucking her daughter, now she wants some..

I froze in my tracks as my sister's face burned red, mortified to learn our mother had caught us having sex.

Mom looked up at me with a look that was beyond comprehension: not angry, not happy... amused perhaps. She walked away from Kristen and said, as she passed by me, her tone suddenly stern, "Matt, we will talk about this later."

I sheepishly walked to the car, completely anxiety-ridden that she may tell Dad. What would Dad say? What would he do? Mom could have been a champion poker player, her face was giving so little away. What was Mom thinking? What were her plans?

Kristen was still standing shell shocked with the revelation that Mom had seen us, when I reached her.

I asked, curious and nervous, "What did Mom say?"

"Did you know she saw us?" she asked.

"Yeah, right at the end," I nodded.

"And you didn't tell me?" she demanded, instantly annoyed at me.

"She didn't say anything, just looked us over with a strange, almost amused look on her face," I answered, before adding, "she watched as I was giving you the facial. I was coming; I couldn't stop."

"Yeah, apparently I still have some in my hair," she said calmly, forgiving me, pulling out her phone and using it like a mirror.

"I can't make any sense of where she's coming from. Do you think she's mad?" I asked.

"I don't know what she is," Kristen said. "She asked how long we had been 'fucking'... her word choice... and were we using protection."

"Shit, protection," I said, appalled that the idea hadn't occurred to me until this very moment.

"Don't worry," she said. "I've been on the pill for months."

"Really?" I asked.

"Better safe than sorry," Kristen shrugged.

"Indeed," I agreed before asking, "Now what?"

"I have no idea," she said, just as Dad yelled at us.

"Are you two going to bring in the rest of the stuff or what?"

"Yeah, sorry," I said. I was unsure what lay ahead. Were Kristen and I now lovers? God, I hoped so! And what would result from whatever Mom was really thinking? It wouldn't be trivial, that was for sure. Whenever Mom made up her mind about something, we all jumped... even Dad.

"We'll talk later," Kristen said, slapping my ass.

"Hey! I'm more than just a piece of meat," I joked, glad that she'd lightened the tense situation.

"No," she shook her head, "that is exactly what you are. A delicious piece of man meat. Yummy!"

I laughed, and groaned dramatically, "Dearie me! I feel so objectified."

"And I still feel horny," she said, before grabbing a box and walking away, leaving me even more bewildered... and once again horny.

I walked into Grandma's house with a big heavy box, confused at Mom's words and her seemingly relaxed response to catching her son and daughter having sex. Grandma and Dad were talking... the house was a complete disaster, with clutter everywhere. There were stacks of newspapers and magazines, hundreds of little porcelain figures scattered about, potted artificial bushes, large plastic bags stuffed with pellets of Styrofoam... and on and on.

"Yes, I can take you for some groceries," Dad agreed, as I put a box in a rare open spot.

"Hi, grandma," I greeted, always amazed by how big a pack rat she was. She hadn't dealt with grandpa's death well and had become a hoarder.

"Hi, Matt, stop growing," she said like she always did, as I towered over her five foot frame.

I joked, "Stop shrinking," my usual response back, as I gave her a big hug.

I won't go into the lengthy details that led to what transpired next, but to make a long story short:

-Dad took grandma to the grocery store to fill her empty fridge and cupboard (her kitchen looked like that of a poor college student)

-Mom and Kristen stayed to clean the house and try to make it look like it wasn't hit by a tornado

-and I was to fix a leaky pipe in the bathroom (I had spent the summer before my senior year as a plumber's apprentice... which meant I did all the shit jobs, literally... and although I hated it, I did learn the basics of fixing sinks and toilets).

I was under the cabinet, disassembling the j-trap to see if the issue was a clog, even though a clog usually didn't mean a leak... but it was always a good place to start. I was just reaching for a pair of pipe wrenches when I heard Mom come in and say the words every man (husband or son) dread to hear, "We need to talk."

I pretended I didn't hear, one of all men's go to responses to that dreaded phrase.

"Don't pretend you didn't hear me, young man," she scolded, her tone sounding very annoyed.

I kept working under the sink as I said the go to words to use when Mom used that tone (advice given to me by my father a couple of years ago during the birds and the bees conversation), "I'm sorry."

"For what?" She asked.

"For what you saw," I answered, finding this conversation very strange.

"Not for what you did?" she questioned.

"That too," I agreed, even though I wasn't the least bit sorry I had fucked my sister.

"Are you sorry you fucked your sister in the back seat of the car while your parents were in the front or are you sorry you got caught?" she questioned, recognizing my vague apology for what it was.

"That we got caught," I admitted.

"What am I going to do about this?" she questioned just as I got the pipe off and was sprayed with water, right in my mouth.

"Fuck!" I cursed, even though I realized that that could be an answer to my mother's most recent question. "Can you get me a towel?" I asked, trying to shift the answer, as I slid out from under the sink.

When I sat up, Mom handed me a towel and asked, an unreadable look on her face, "Do you often fuck your sister?"

"No, that was the first time," I admitted. Hearing my mom say 'fuck', sounded really strange. I knew Mom had a foul mouth in the bedroom since the walls were thin, and I had heard her on many occasions beg Dad to 'fuck me hard', 'pound me' and 'give it to me like a slut'.

"You expect me to believe that was the first time you fucked my daughter?" she scoffed, not looking at all like she believed me.

"I swear," I said, as I finished wiping my face.

"Tell me what happened," she ordered... so I retold seeing Kristen getting off on the washing machine and coming while she cried out my name and then recapped, as best I could, what transpired in the backseat... even though it was such a surreal experience that I wasn't sure I remembered the play by play perfectly... just how perfect my sister had felt riding me.

"Wow," she said, her face slightly flushed at my story, seeming to be as much in shock and awe as I still was.

"I'm sorry," I repeated, still feeling shock and awe that she didn't seem angry.

My shock and awe mushroomed exponentially when she suddenly lifted up her sundress, revealing she wasn't wearing any panties. My eyes went wide as I found myself staring at my mother's beautifully trimmed pussy. She ordered, as my mouth dropped open, "Matt, we need to get your face all wet again, although I can promise this will be a lot more pleasant than that dirty water that sprayed on you."

Before I could respond, she grabbed the back of my head and shoved my face deep into her pussy.

I was dazed and confused.

Paralyzed with shock.

"Get licking," she ordered. "You can't get me all hot and bothered and not deal with the consequences."

Of all the possible consequences of my actions, this was one I had never expected. So even though I couldn't believe what was happening, I obeyed, licking my mom's very wet and strongly scented pussy.

"That's it, lick Mommy's cunt," she moaned, as I parted her pussy lips and began to really eat Mom's box, focusing on doing what I really liked to do... eat pussy.

Of course, I couldn't believe I was licking my own Mom's pussy.

I also couldn't believe she was using the word 'cunt' or seeming to relish the idea of incest.

I couldn't believe my Mom was beginning to grind on my face.

I licked hungrily, shutting my morality ridden brain off as I focused on licking Mom's amazingly tasty pussy... always loving licking pussy... and mom's was one of the sweetest, most tangy snatches I had ever tasted.

"Oh yes," Mom moaned, "get that tongue buried in Mommy's pussy."

I couldn't believe how loud she was, how demanding, and I couldn't believe how my cock was responding to all this. It was suddenly hard as steel.

"I can't believe you fucked your sister in the backseat of our car," she moaned.

I kept licking, just living in the surreal moment.

"You're such a dirty boy," she moaned, after a couple more minutes of my licking, as she suddenly began really grinding on my face.

I just extended my tongue and did the best I could to keep up as she declared, "Yes, yes, yes, Mommy is coming."

And did she ever! My face was plastered with wetness for the second time in a few minutes. This time it was much more enjoyable than the dirty water leak... although equally surprising.

I lapped up my Mom's cum as best I could, feeling good about getting her off even as I still tried to come to grips with what had just happened.

When she let go of my head, she sighed, "You should probably get that pipe dealt with before your father gets back."

"Um, yeah, okay," I agreed, kind of happy to be able to get to that task, as I was completely unsure what to say next... still overwhelmed by what had just transpired.

I grabbed the wrenches and towel, and moved back under the sink to pull the j-trap out and clean it out... After I dried the floor of course.

Once I was back and working, I felt a hand on my crotch as Mom purred, "I meant this pipe."

I groaned as she rubbed my hard cock through my shorts... this crazy day somehow, impossibly, getting even crazier.

"Do you want Mommy to unclog your pipe?" she cooed teasingly, giving my dick a firm squeeze.

I couldn't believe it. This was another fantasy I had jerked off to enough times to fill New York City's sperm banks, yet the fantasy had become an immediate possibility and I was speechless.

"Or is Mommy too old for you?" she asked, continuing to rub my cock through my pants... now sounding more insecure than teasing.

I moved out from underneath the sink for a second time and said, "Mom, don't even go there. You're the most beautiful woman in the world."

She smiled, "You're just saying that."

"Mom, every one of my friends wants to fuck you," I insisted, now focused only on convincing my mother she was a hot fucking MILF, which somehow eased the awkwardness I was feeling. Far better to focus on how sultry my Mom was becoming than to attempt to deal with the maelstrom of thoughts and emotions eddying around inside me.

"Everyone?" she questioned.

"Everyone," I agreed, "even the girls."

"Well, I do have a delicious pussy," she admitted jokingly.

"It's pussy perfection," I agreed.

"So, you do want to fuck Mommy like you did your sister?" she asked.

"My hard cock is your answer," I admitted.

I stood up, spun her around and bent her over the sink.

"Ooooooo, I like a man that knows what he wants," she said, surprisingly abandoning her dominant role and testing the waters, wanting to know if I could step up to the plate and become the one in charge here.

I draped her skirt over her back and stared at her ass. Fuck, it was amazing. I wanted to just plunge my cock into the pussy I had once emerged from ... that idea somehow not sounding sick and twisted, but hot as hell. But first I wanted to show her I could indeed be the man in charge, "Beg for it, Mom. Tell me what you want."

"You know what I want," Mom said. "I want my son's big dick pounding my cunt."

"Oh yes," she moaned, as I filled her.

"So fucking wet," I recognized.

"Watching you shoot your load all over your sister got me pretty horny," she admitted, as I completely filled her pussy.

"I guess I may have to shoot a load all over your face too," I responded, then worried I'd gone too far... which seemed a silly thought, considering I was balls deep in her cunt at the moment.

"Sweetness, come wherever you want on Mommy," she returned, showing her natural comfort with a submissive role. In my fantasies and even my dreams I had long assigned her that role, based on what I had overheard from her in the bedroom... even though she showed no signs of that in any other aspect of her life.

Today was literally a dream come true.

Having shot my load under an hour ago, I was going to be able to hold off awhile and allow this unbelievable moment to last as long as humanly possible.

I slowly slid in and out of her, enjoying watching her facial expressions in the mirror above the sink. Her eyes were closed, but besides her soft moans, her lips and cheeks were beautiful signs of how much she was enjoying this.

I slid in and out of Mom's wet cunt for a couple of minutes, just beginning to go slightly faster when her phone rang.

"Fuck," she sighed, clearly annoyed to be interrupted. She pointed to her purse on the floor beside the tub and ordered, switching instantly to mother mode and not mother getting mother fucked mode, "Quick, pass me my phone."

I reluctantly pulled out of Mom and got her phone. I wondered whether she would have second thoughts now that we'd been interrupted. Sometimes a moment moves very quickly from 'available' to 'too late'; that's why the expression is 'carpe diem' and not whatever the Latin is for 'take a good long stretch, then amble leisurely across the room and wonder where the day had gone'.

I looked at the number and told Mom, "It's Dad."

"Of course it is," she said, perturbed, turning around and taking the phone.

To my surprise, as she answered it, she got back into the exact same position, "Hey, honey. How's shopping going with your mother?"

I stood there, unsure what to do.

She was bent over as if inviting me to move behind her and resume fucking her, but she was talking to Dad.

"Oh, well you're a good son," Mom said, as she turned back to me and gave me a 'what the fuck' look.

I shrugged still unsure.

She snapped her fingers and pointed to her ass as she agreed, "Well, just do as she tells you."

Any ambiguity cleared up, I moved back behind her, amused that her words to Dad somehow also fit me, I was going to do exactly what she told me to do... like a good son.

"Take your time," Mom said, as I slowly resumed fucking her. "We're in no hurry."

I just kept listening to the conversation, utterly in awe that I was not only fucking my mother, but fucking her while she talked to Dad. Also, I was amused by the conversation, wondering if she was purposely wording it so it dripped with double engenders.

"I'm helping him with a pipe right now," and "Well, there was a bit of a flood," and "It is a little bit of a tight situation," and "Oh yeah, he's working his ass off right now."

Fuck, Mom was so bad.

"Bring back something for lunch," Mom suggested, "I'm working up quite an appetite working on this pipe with Matt."

OH MY GOD!!

"Well, we're both getting down and dirty," Mom added, looking into the mirror to make sure it was clear she was talking to me as she added, "I need to get going, I think Matt is about to start drilling away."

She mouthed, 'Faster'.

I began fucking her faster, which made Mom let out the slightest of a moan, as she wickedly added, "I'll see you when you get here. Hopefully Matt will have cleaned out the pipe and cleaned up the mess he created before you get here."

"No, no, I'm fine," Mom said, explaining her moan, "Matt and I are just crammed together here trying to get a clamp tightened around this big pipe."

So turned on by Mom's nastiness, I began fucking her hard, making her entire body shake. "Okay, see you soon, I need to help Matt before the pipe blows and the dam breaks."

She hung up and moaned, "Your father says to keep working until the job's done."

"That is great advice," I laughed, as I held her hips and fucked her as hard as I could... amused at what Dad really was instructing me to do.

"Your cock fits so perfectly in Mommy's cunt," she moaned, as she moved her hands to the mirror to steady herself as I hammered away.

"I could fuck you all day," I groaned back, a brag I would be willing to back.

"You'd better be able to back up that sentence with a hundred percent guarantee," Mom said, oddly in the same tone she used when I didn't do my chores.

"Anywhere, anytime," I responded, my balls beginning to bubble.

"Oh yes, fuck your Mommy," she babbled, clearly loving the taboo of what we were doing.

"Come for me Mommy. Come all over your son's big dick," I demanded, as I kept slamming my pipe into her.

"Oh yes, yes, make Mommy come," she screamed, beginning to bounce back on my cock... which somehow made me reach new unexplored depths inside her.

"Oh God, you're such a nasty Mommy," I accused in fun. I reached around and cupped both her tits, realizing I still hadn't seen those big breasts I'd sucked on all those years ago.

"Oh yes, play with Mommy's tits, fuck Mommy's cunt, make Mommy come," she rattled on and on even as her breathing began to get erratic.

A few more hard thrusts and I made Mom come for the second time in a few minutes as she screamed, "Yes, you made Mommy come!!"

I felt her wetness swamp my cock, trying to gush out of her, even as I kept fucking her, my own orgasm on the fast track.

A few more deep hard thrusts and I demanded, "Knees Mommy, time for your treat."

I pulled out and watched as she quickly spun around, dropped to her knees and devoured my cock... deep throating me unlike any girl I'd ever had.

She held her mouth wrapped around my cock, her nose buried in my pubes, until I grabbed her head and began face-fucking her. God, this was amazing. I felt my dickhead squeezing in and out of her throat with every stroke. She didn't object but enhanced and strengthened my pace with eager enthusiasm.

Fucking my sister was exhilarating and romantic.

Fucking my mother was electrifying and intense.

Loud, porno movie slobbering sounds echoed around the tiny bathroom as I roughly face fucked Mom until I was about to burst. I considered shooting my load in her mouth, but I just had to come on her face. I pulled completely out, saliva dripping down her chin, two pumps later and my first rocket spewed out of my cock and onto Mom's pretty face, hitting her on the chin. I angled my cock up so the second rope would go higher... this time landing on her forehead and in her hair.

As soon as I finished coming, she took my cock back into her mouth and sucked me slowly, seemingly trying to lure out any slow swimmers.

When she allowed my cock to slip out of her mouth a minute later, she looked up and asked, smiling, "How do I look?"

"Gorgeous," I answered, because she did... both in beauty and with my cum all over her.

Mom grabbed her phone and quickly called someone. "Come in the house and to the bathroom right now," Mom ordered, in the way she did when she was clearly annoyed at one of us.

I had completely forgot about Kristen being here.

Did she know what Mom and I were doing?

How would she react?

Mom went back to sucking me slowly, acting so nonchalant that it was bizarre.

"Yes, Mom?" Kristen asked, outside the door.

"Come in here," she ordered, taking my cock out of her mouth and into her hand.

Kristen walked in and stopped in her tracks as she saw Mom coated in cum, stroking my cock.

"You and Matt can suck and fuck whenever you want, but I expect to be a part of this, is that clear?" she ordered.

"Um, I guess," Kristen answered, her facial expression as baffled as mine had been earlier.

"No, 'I guesses'," Mom said.

"Really?" Kristen asked, as overwhelmed as I was.

"Yes, I love cock, and your father doesn't give it to me often enough," Mom said, "plus, it has been a long time since I've had any pussy."

"P-p-pardon?" Kristen stammered, likely hearing the words but in shock of them. My eyes went big. Was I going to get to watch lesbian incest?

Watching two girls have sex is every guy's dream... but watching your own mom and sister have lesbian sex is like the ultimate impossible-to-come-true fantasy.

"Lift up your skirt and hop onto the sink, young lady," Mom ordered.

"Mom, I..." Kristen began but was cut off.

"Don't make me repeat myself," Mom demanded, in exactly the same way she said it to us about trivial things like the dishes.

Kristen looked at me and I just shrugged.

Kristen did as she was told.

Mom asked her daughter, "Have you ever had a girl eat your pussy?"

Kristen shook her head no.

A guy?

Again, she shook her head.

"Well then you are in for a treat," Mom declared, as she dropped to her knees, before she added, "As am I."

Before Kristen could speak, Mom buried her face in her daughter's cunt.

Kristen went bug-eyed again even as she let out a loud uncontrollable moan.

She looked at me helplessly and I shrugged and smiled.

She leaned back on the sink counter and closed her eyes, surrendering completely to the pleasure our mother was obviously giving her.

Even after her catching us in a facial and not freaking out, shoving my face in her pussy and grinding on it until she came, bending over and taking my cock in her cunt, to allowing me to shoot my load all over her face, this act of lesbian incest was shocking... and utterly hot.

I listened as Kristen's moans began to get louder and watched as her facial expressions got more and more adorable.

Mom asked, "Tell Mommy if you like this, baby."

Kristen moaned, "Yes, Mom, it feels really good."

Kristen, like I had, seeing the opportunity to be in control, shifted from timid to confident in the blink of an eye. "Does Mommy like her daughter's cunt?"

Mom moaned, "Oh yes, Mommy loves her daughter's juicy wet cunt."

I just nodded, stroking my still hard cock and watching Mom eat out my sister.

Kristen, reveling in a sudden power she never fathomed having, moaned, "That's it, Mommy. Eat my cunt and lick your daughters' juices."

Mom moaned in response and seemingly obeyed the order, since Kristen moaned-screamed, "Oooooooooh!"

For a couple of minutes, there was just moaning and licking as Kristen closed her eyes and allowed Mom's tongue to work her magic... as I suddenly wondered if Mom ate pussy regularly or just used to... It was obvious this wasn't her first box lunch.

Kristen, breathing heavy, moans escalating, and sounding so sexy, had me mesmerized. As much as I loved my mom, I was completely intoxicated with my sister. Her moans were sexy, her pursed lips somehow erotic, and her red cheeks and subtle trembling at Mom's touch made her look so vulnerably beautiful.

That sexiness was somehow enhanced as she wrapped her legs around Mom's head and talked so fucking nasty, "That's it, get ready for your daughters cum, you dirty fucking cunt muncher."

I could see Mom's head shaking back and forth so fast it was almost vibrating, which seemed to be what made Kristen scream, "Yessssssssss, Mommmmmmmmy, FUCK!"

Kristen let go of Mom's head and leaned back, and Mom kept licking hungrily even as Kristen quaked like she was having a sexual seizure.

Suddenly, I heard a car door slam... one I doubt my rapturous family members heard.

"Shit, Dad's back," I announced, quickly putting my dick away and realizing I wasn't close to being done with my task under the sink.

Mom quickly got up and Kristen opened her eyes and smiled, "Shit, Mom, you look like you just ate your daughter's cunt."

Mom laughed, as she looked in the mirror and licked her lips, "God, it's been too long since I've munched a pussy."

Kristen hopped off the bathroom counter as she promised, "I'll return the favor anytime you want."

"I'll go and distract your father and grandma," Mom offered. "Matt, you really need to finish the sink."

"I know, I know," I nodded, realizing Dad was going to be pissed when he came upstairs and I wasn't done.

"I'll tell him I had you doing some other things for me," Mom smiled and left.

Kristen smiled, rubbing my cock through my pants. "Let me take care of this pipe before Dad comes in."

"You're insatiable," I laughed, shaking my head.

"You awoke a sleeping giant," she shrugged, as I reluctantly moved away and back towards the alleged reason I was in the bathroom in the first place.