name is Johnny; I'm 17. {!8 in another month} I’m not real tall but football and baseball keep me in pretty good shape. I have a s****r. Normally you don’t hear too many b*****rs saying this but, my s****r is really beautiful. Her name is Cathy and she’s sixteen-years-old. She's really short; only 4’11”. and she’s grown into her curves very nicely. She has a sweet body; a small frame and her tits are perky and firm; well on their way to becoming gorgeous titties. They seem to be developing pretty darn fast.

Last year you couldn’t even tell she had tits. I think she must rub Miracle Grow on them at night or something before she goes to bed. Her face is…angelical. She wears little makeup most of the time and still looks beautiful. I've seen a lot of girls in magazines (Porn mostly) that aren't as pretty as her. She's a little shy in front of people she don't know, but fun to be around for the most part.
She dresses kinda provocatively some times and sometimes, because of it, Well…I get boners. I’m forever making comments to her about the way she dresses. She likes to wear clothes that are way too sexy for a 15 year old girl…Especially my s****r. She likes to walk around the house with her thong sticking out of her hip-hugger pants, shirts that push her tits together and are cut down really low. I swear, those shirts make her tits look huge on her tiny frame.

Sometimes she's barely dressed at all! The worst part is…she finds it amusing when I say something to her about it. When she walks past me in the house wearing shit like that, I have a hard time looking away, ya know? I mean, she’s really a sexy little snot.
"Damn Cathy!" I tell her. "How do you expect to walk around on the streets looking like that and not get d**g off into the woods by some crazy, psycho guy... ...or two?"

She just smiles at me and shakes her ass while she walks by. Sometimes she'll pat herself on the ass, look over her shoulder, and just smile at me. I’ve actually dropped shit out of my hands when she does that crap. She knows full well what that does to me and she seems to love doing it.

Lately, around the house, she’s taken to walking around with her boy-shorts and a flimsy wife-beater on; a wife-beater that she’s ripped the bottom off of, no less. She can barely keep her tits in that thing. She looks like she should be laying around Heff’s place with the other sex kittens.

I keep staring at her just waiting to see one of those puppies peek out. I'm almost sure that's why she wears shit like that. She says that’s what she sl**ps in. But it seems that she only wears this stuff when my parents aren’t home. Just before or as soon as they get home, she runs to her room and changes. Don't get me wrong, what she changes into is usually still pretty…hot looking, but it's not that prick-teasing stuff she seems to like wearing just for me. I’d be lying if I said I haven’t had the impure thought or two about her. I know that sounds fucked up but I figure, nothing’s really bad… if it stays in your head…can’t hurt anyone, ya know.

One day I was sitting at the kitchen table and in walks Cathy with that very shirt on. She opens the fridge and stands there for a few minutes looking for something to snack on; she‘s there forever.
"You plan on getting something or just cooling the house down?”
"I’m looking. Needle Dick"
"For what, a good ass beating?"
"I'm looking for a way to shut you up..." She tells me. And she found a way.

She turned around and her nipples were all but ripping through that thin thing she calls a shirt. They looked like little marbles…on half a g****fruit.
"...But an ass beating would be good too!" She whispers like a little… …slut.

I jumped up out of that chair like I’d sat on my own balls, “Come-mere you little prick-teaser.” I says to her as I grabbed her by the waist to pull her away from the fridge. My intention was to maybe wrestle her down to the floor and sit on her until she promised to put some decent clothes on and stop teasing me.
She screamed and tried to make a run for it. I caught my foot on the leg of the kitchen table and down I went. When I fell, I brought Cathy down right on top of me. She started to get up to run but I grabbed her pant leg with one hand and reached up for the back of her tight jeans with the other.

Well…I reached to high. I grabbed a hold of that flimsy T-Shirt and pulled; it ripped right down the front. She stopped trying to get away, looked down at her torn shirt and then down at me. I let go of her pant leg and just stared. Both of her tits were enjoying the fresh air, hard nipples and all. Cathy made no attempt to cover them. I couldn't help but look. She was so small and petite and they were so firm and beautiful. They were just…perfect. They were flawless.

If I was a pair of tits…THOSE are the tits I’d want to be. I’d refuse to wear a shirt, I’d say HI to everyone I saw, all perky, waving hello to everyone as I bounced back and forth. And I would go up to lesbian’s housed, rub up against the doorbell and ask them if they wanted to come out and play with me.

Her nipples looked incredibly taut and her areolas were chill-bumped from the cold.
"You ripped my favorite shirt." She said in disbelief.
I slowly got to my feet. I was dumb-silent.
"I'm... ...I'm...really sorry.... ...I guess..." I told her. It was hard to muster up an apology. It was hard to be sorry staring at those two works of art she hung on her chest.

"You GUESS!? What do you mean ‘You GUESS?"
She saw me staring at her tits and followed my gaze with her eyes…"Oh." She says. That’s it, just “Oh” She didn’t try to cover them, turn around, run away or anything. She just said, “Oh”.
I told her I was sorry again but I couldn’t pull my eyes off her chest. We just stared at each other for what seemed like quite a few long seconds. She slowly brought her hands up to her tits…I thought to cover them…but when she covered them, she spread her fingers enough to let the hard nipples peek though and then she smiled at me. She fuckin’ smiled.

Suddenly…I noticed that my dick was hard. I don't mean to say that it was getting hard or that it moved or something like that. I mean that I---All of a sudden---noticed that my dick was HARD. Right there in my pants. I had had no warning, no idea that I was even getting hard. One second it wasn’t there and the next…there it was. I wasn’t sure if Cathy saw the bulge or not and I didn’t stick around long enough to find out. I turned and walked {As calmly as I could} to my room and shut the door behind me.

Now I know that Cathy and I k** around a lot and that some of it might be kind of inappropriate, but I thought it was all just in good fun. I never really expected to see her tits. Well... ...I probably expected to see them sooner or later. I mean there was no way she could hide them forever the way she prances around here. But I certainly never expected her to just stand there when they fell out and let me see them. I definitely didn’t think she’d stand there and smile at me; that’s for sure.

I couldn't believe that I just stood there like some kind of a.... ...a... …a stupid, peeping, never-seen-tits-before, pervert. And I really couldn't believe that I actually got a hard-on in front of her either. What I really, really couldn't believe... ...were her tits! They were sweeter than any tits I have ever seen in any porn magazine. {Maybe just because I seemed to be obsessed with them}

I told myself I had to stop thinking about my s****r like that, or my hard-on will never go away.
My dick was ready to explode. It was sticking out of the top of my jeans. I touched the very tip with my fingers; it was hot; hot and wet. I figured the only way to get rid of this boner… was to jerk-off.
Here I was, about to jerk-off because I saw my s****rs tits, I felt like such a perv, but that didn‘t seem to stop me. I pulled my pants and underwear all the way off. I reached under my mattress and got my favorite porn mag. My dick was throbbing. I no sooner got one knee on the bed when Cathy came barging into my room. I guess with everything on my mind, I forgot to lock my door. She stood there, one hand on the doorknob, and the other holding her ripped shirt together so her tits wouldn't fall out again. I dropped the porn magazine on the floor and shot over to the closest hiding place I saw; my closet. It seemed like a good place at the time.

I tried to be as casual as I could under the circumstances; trying to make it seem like I was just in the middle of changing…Picking out some clothes…Getting dressed. I might as well have been walking into a 5 star restaurant with nothing but a pair of chaps and a cowboy hat on, ordering a ½lb. of their finest jerky and a bottle of sarsaparilla. {Quite frankly, I would have given my left ball for a pair of chaps at that moment in my life.}
{Yes…In hindsight I see exactly how stupid I was.}
I didn't know what else to do. I fumbled through my closet, praying that she would just leave and shut the door like she’d never come in. I pushed clothes around on their hangers as if I was looking for something specific. A pair of jeans would have been nice, but I would have settled for one lone fucking sock rolled up on the floor!!! I should have just stepped in and shut the door behind me, but instead…I just groped around, my brain cells all bumping into each other as they searched for their proper work stations.

"What are you doing huh?" She asked me with a smart-alecky grin on her face.
"W-What am I doing...Me?" I fumbled through my words the same way I fumbled through my closet.
"That's right Johnny, YOU!"
My back was still to her, my eyes watching my hands shuffle around, still wishing she would just go away. Perhaps I’d be lucky enough to have a small asteroid fall from the heavens and maybe take out my dresser and the immediate area surrounding it. Baring that God-send, I thought a brain aneurysm might do the trick.

"Well... ...What does it look like I'm doing?" I asked foolishly. As soon as I asked the question, I was sorry I had. I watched from the corner of my eye as Cathy walked over to the porn magazine on the floor. She looked at it, glanced at my pants on the floor near my bed…Then turned her gaze on me.
I shook my head immersed in my stupidity somewhat surprised I had ever learned to feed myself or shit in the toilet. She picked it up and strolled over to where I was standing. {It’s more like…Where I was dying from embarrassment.} I felt like I was in a small bubble and the air was being sucked out with each step she took towards me.

"It looks like you were getting ready to jerk-off …and I came in and interrupted... ...That's what it looks like." A little burst of reality there. I stood there; my hands now resting on the door jam, having given up their mindless search for something to hide my embarrassment. My pearl-white ass lit up the room as I shook my head in shame.

I turned a little as she approached, trying to keep my back to her, trying not to face Cathy directly. I glanced quick enough to notice that my s****r’s beautifully spry titties were having a hard time staying in that ripped T-shirt……Where they belonged. I tried to stare at the floor in my closet. I tried to WILL this all away. The only ray of sunshine being that my hard-on was going away, (Such good news) but the damage had been done.

Cathy was relentless.
I shrugged my shoulders, stood up straight and finally threw my hands up in defeat. I turned to face Cathy, semi-hard dick and all.
"That's right! That's just what I was about to do! I couldn't help looking at your tits and my dick got hard! Yep! I got a hard-on looking at your tits; ya got me! OK? Isn't that why you wear shit like that, to tease guys? Well there you go... works!! I CAN'T HELP IT!!! There...Is that what you wanted to hear?!?!"

The whole time I was ranting, I kept trying not to look at her chest, but failing miserably. When the wind had left my sails, I stood naked, looking at my s****r. She in turn…was looking at my dick. And because she was standing there looking so…so hot…In spite of dick was hard again.

"Look Cathy, you have to go." I managed to say after an unknown amount of time had passed. I sounded like I was begging as I finally turned my back to her and began fumbling through the closet again. I could have used a pair of underwear, but my dresser was a hundred miles away, on the other side of the room. Without noticing…Or even caring…I tore the first pair of pants off a hanger that my hand found. It would seem that at least two or three of my brain cells had gone back to work. I suppose the others were busy making sure the flow of bl**d to my boner went uninterrupted.

“Why? So you can jerk-off?” She giggles.
“No.” I told her honestly. “I think that might be a lost cause at this point."
Why?” She asked, still grinning. I felt her hand on my arm. “You’re still hard aren’t you?” She tightened her grip on my arm and spun me around and pushed me. She now stood where I’d been standing, my porn magazine held up to cover her chest. I was now more in the closet than I was out; trapped for all practical purposes. Sure, I could have strong-armed my little s****r out of the way. I could have literally thrown her out of my room. But none of that happened.

I dropped my pants as she spun me around. Cathy put her foot on them and stared down at my dick. I covered my hard-on as best I could with my hands, but either my balls were showing or the head of my cock stuck out, and at this point it was all pretty…Well…Pointless.
“Looks to me like it’s still pretty hard.” she says with no misgivings, just smiling at my dick. “Doesn’t look like a lost cause to me.”

To my utter amazement, Cathy pulled the magazine away from her breasts and turned it around to study the cover. Her torn shirt dangling to each side of tits; framing them. She didn’t seem to notice. It took little to no effort on my part to gaze over the top of the magazine and touch them with my eyes.
Please Cum on My Tits, she says.
Hearing the words was like a splash of cold water in my face. I jerked my line of sight to Cathy’s face. Nice name for a Magazine Johnny..." she grinned. She nonchalantly thumbed through the pages...right there in front of me.

As she turned the pages, her arm moved those lovely tits around and it was pretty hard to ignore them. When I tried to grab the magazine from her hands, she got a good look at what I’d been attempting to hide. She pulled the magazine out of reach before I could grab it and she stared at my dick again.
"You have to go now...” I told her as I tried to cover myself again. “...Please."

{It might seem like I should have just gotten dressed real quick, but the fact is, I can’t think of a good reason why I didn’t. In my defense…I had a lot on my mind and I kinda felt like a rambunctious puppy trying to negotiate a sharp turn on a linoleum floor. I was just spinning wheels. In hind-sight, I believe I wanted to show her my dick and see what would happen.}

"From the looks of it, I better go, huh..."
She threw the magazine on my bed and brought her hands up to her tits the same way she had in the kitchen; halfheartedly hiding them.
"...before you cum on my tits..."
She smiled and looked up at me with her puppy dog brown eyes.
"Why do you do this to me?" I asked, both powerless and frustrated.
"Do what?"
“I mean it Cathy!"
"Do what?"
"Why do you have to tease me all the time? I try so hard not to……"
"Not to what?"
"Not to... ...Not to think of you like that."
“Like what?"

She cocked her head to the side a little, pouted out her cute bottom lip, raised her eyebrow and opened
her beautiful eyes wide. All she needed was a Catholic girls school uniform, pigtails, and a single fingertip stuck in the corner of her mouth to make the picture complete.

“You're doing it now!"
"What, what am I doing?"
"I try so damn hard not to think of you as some kinda babe and you tease me every chance you get. I don't want to think of you that way Cathy. It makes me feel……perverted."
Her hands slowly fell away from her chest.
"You think I'm a babe?"
I just opened my mouth and rolled my eyes to the ceiling. Here I was opening up, telling her the way I felt; the truth, and the only thing she seemed interested in was what I thought about the way she looked.

"Well yeah…I think you're better looking then most of the girls in that magazine." I cocked my head towards the porn-mag on my bed. "Really?"
Cathy's whole face lit up. God she was pretty.
She looked at me with those big eyes…
"I'm sorry for all the teasing. I just thought we were having fun, that's all."
"Fun? It might be fun for you Cathy, but I’m the one left having to hide out in my room with a hard-on, or stuck down stairs on the couch with a pillow in my lap so no one can see; waiting for it to go away so I can just go upstairs."

"Wow. I didn't realize I did that. I didn’t realize I made you … …hard.” She shifted her gaze to my hands. “I'm really sorry Johnny... ... And I'm sorry about that crack about cumming on my tits too.”
She sounded like she’d meant it.
“…As a matter of fact...maybe I can make it up to you..."

I got lightheaded…Really, I thought I was gunna fall over…when Cathy took the rest of her ripped shirt off and threw it on the floor. I stared in disbelief…A dumb-silence… as she looked at me and dropped down to her knees.
"... If you want, if it’ll make you feel better, you can jerk-off on my tits. No teasing...Really"
She scooted over to me on her knees and stopped just a few feet in front of me…then she slid her hands up under her tits and pushed them up and closer together like she was offering me a target.
Well…If my dick was hard before…I could trip up race horses with it now. Cathy looked up at me with those dark, beautiful eyes and my hard dick was only a few feet from those sweet titties that I couldn’t seem to ignore; I was trembling.
I didn't know what to do.

Well... ...I knew what to do…but I was pretty damned sure I couldn’t. My cock was twitching…I could feel my pulse in it…and the head was already pink, heading for red.
If I’d had presence of mind, I might have covered it with a plastic trash bag so that when it exploded, I wouldn’t have to clean up the pieces. {Can you really ever really clean something like that up?}
Anyway…I had never been this hard before. My dick stuck straight out from its base and Pre-cum oozed out from the tip. {Dripped’ might be a better word.} The skin was pulled so tight I thought it might split if I touched it, let-a-lone, jerked off on my s****r’s tits.
"Cathy... …I…I can't do that."
I thought she looked disappointed.
"Why not?" she asked with sad eyes. "I thought you liked my titties. I thought they got you…She stared at my dick…hard."

I couldn’t believe I was standing there having to explain to my little s****r why I can’t jerk off on her tits…Naked with a huge boner to boot.
"Because you're my little s****r Cathy"
"I just can't do it... ...I shouldn't... ...and you shouldn’t want me too…it’s just wrong."
“People do it all the time. I know, I‘ve seen it.” She stated matter-of-factly.
“You’ve seen it where?”
“The Internet.”
Again I rolled my eyes".

“Besides, it’s not even sex.” She adds.
“It’s not, huh?”
“No. . .Not really.”
I should have told her to go tell Dad she let Joey Thomas…The paper boy…jerk off on her tits and see what he had to say about that. But of course…I didn’t think of it at the time.
“Well. . .I still can’t do it.” I told her.

Cathy got up off her knees slowly. She ran her thumbs over her rigid nipples and then let her tits fall free. They actually jiggled a little when she did that. She started to walk out of my bedroom real slow. She swayed her ass back and forth, looking over her shoulder at me before she reached the door.
"I guess I’ll leave so you can jerk-off then…I guess"
When she reached the door she stopped again and turned to face me.
"You know, I know I’m your little s****r and all, but I'm not a little girl."
She slid her hands over her sweet titties, squeezed them, and pulled on her nipples to stress her point.

When Cathy left, I rushed over to the door. I shut it and I locked it. I tried to turn the knob just to make sure. I hurried back to my bed. I brushed the porno magazine to the floor; I didn't need it. I laid down quickly and started stroking my cock. It felt harder and thicker than it ever had before. I imagined my k** s****r kneeling in front of me while I jerked-off.

I pictured her rubbing her tits and pinching the nipples. I was jerking my dick like a mad man. In my mind’s eye, I saw Cathy open her mouth and lick her lips. "Cum on my tits Johnny. Come on... more teasing... ...come on. And......... .... save some for my mouth."
I shot my load like a cannon. My mouth dropped open and my hips arched up, jerked and thrusts. Cum shot onto my chest... ...and then on my chin and my cheek. Holy shit!!! I thought. The next rope went across my nose and splashed into one wide opened eye. I pointed my cock towards the ceiling and watched one eyed as more shot straight up and fell back down on my stomach. I grunted and moaned and milked the rest of my load over my fingers.
I laid there for a few minutes looking at all the cum. Jesus! I had never shot a load like that before. And I was no novice at this jerking-off thing. I could feel it running down my face and chin. I couldn't get over the fact that my hot little s****r was the cause of such a mind blowing orgasm. This wasn't gunna help my situation with Cathy at all.
I got up, cleaned off, and got dressed. I waited for my Mom to come home from work before I went down stairs.
The following day I got home from school and headed straight up to my room. I hurried past Cathy’s door. I was feeling a little funny about the day before. I heard her call out just before I reached my room.
"Hey Johnny. What cha up to?"
"Just getting home's all." and I stepped into my room and pushed the door shut. I put my books down on my desk and sat down in front of my computer. I no sooner got the thing turned on when I heard a knock at my door.
"Yeah, come on in" I said as I looked at my monitor.
"Johnny, I need your opinion."
"On what?" I asked as I typed in my password.
"I thought a lot about what you said yesterday... ...and I wanted to know if this was any better?"

I sighed a content sigh. I turned around, feeling a little better about me and Cathy. I was glad that she had taken to heart what I had said yesterday. I turned around expecting to see my little s****r in baggy jeans and a sweatshirt...with the hood pulled up.
When I turned around and saw her... ...My mouth dropped open; all the way open. I tasted carpet! My eyes went from her head to her toes and then back up again. Slowly... ...very, very slowly. Talk about your “Deer in the headlights”.

Her beautiful, sexy eyes…She had more make-up than I’d ever seen her wear. Her eyes were dark and smoldering, hard to pull away from. Her lips… …God, her lips… … They were a soft red. Softer than dark and darker than soft…Just right…The bottom lip fuller than the top… …Her mouth opened slightly, barely showing her perfect white teeth… …Her mouth was……alluring almost undeniably so…sexy. Her hair was tied back smart and elegant, exposing her beautiful face.

She had a pair of black high heels on her tiny feet with four or five inch heels. They made her legs look so long for such a tiny girl. She had this black negligee with a lacy white fringe around the top that hid all but the tops of her breasts, a garter belt and, of course, nylons to match. She had mom’s diamond earrings on and her matching necklace. She looked as elegant as she did hot.
My little s****r was trying to act all grown up and she was pulling it off nicely. She was fuckin’ hot. When I looked at her face and into those eyes... ...I was light headed.
"What do you think?" She asks me.
"Uh... ...ah..." I couldn't talk.
"Well, does this make me look less like your little s****r?"

She walked up close to me…Real close. Still, I hadn't been able to say a word. I stood up so that I wouldn't be eye to eye with those tits that had gotten me into so much trouble yesterday. As I made it to my feet, I thought I might pass out.
“Where……” I managed to whisper.
“Where what, Johnny? Oh, you mean…where did I get this?”
She made a slow 360° turn, showing me her outfit. All I was able to do was shake my head ‘Yes’. It seemed like the whole process of shaking my head took hours.
“Mom’s room. It was in a box in the back of her closet, shoes and stockings too. What do-ya think?”

I just stood there. I wanted to tell her it was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. I wanted to tell her that she was making my dick hard, that I wanted to jerk-off onto her tits, that I wanted to make love to her…to fuck her. But in the end…I settled for just letting my mouth hang open; a picture worth a thousand words and all.
"I think you like it." She said to me with a beautiful smile on her face as she pointed an elegant finger in my direction. I was confused to say the least and I guess it showed. She just pointed at me sliding a fingernail over her bottom lip as she smiled. Then I realized that she was pointing at my crotch. I looked down and to my utter shock…the head of my cock stuck out well past the top of my jeans. What I thought was no longer a secret, my excitement was quite apparent.
"I bet you'd like to jerk off now, Huh?"

She touched her nipple lightly with her fingertip; the small stone that pressed against the lacy material of my mothers negligee.
"And I bet you'd like to come on my tits too, huh Johnny?"
{She was right on both counts}
She hooked her fingertips in the lacy material of her outfit and slowly pulled it down exposing her titties to me. She pushed them together like she’d done yesterday…When she was my little s****r…and bit her bottom lip seductively. She squatted down. She didn’t kneel…She squatted…bringing her tits and angelic face right down to the purple cock head sticking up out of my pants.
"Come on Johnny. I wanna watch you jerk off, I wanna watch really, really bad."

She licked her lips while she looked up at me. I stared at that lovely face and slowly shook my head ‘No’... ...there was no way I was going to do this...I couldn’t… ...but my hands were already undoing my belt. Her mouth formed a big “O” of surprise as we both watched my hands fumble through the task.
"Oooooooh, Johnny. Ga head... it" She licked her pretty redish lips again.

I opened my jeans; Cathy reached up unwilling to wait. She took hold of them and pulled them down. My underwear came right down with them; past my knees, in one quick pull. When my dick sprung out, Cathy sucked in a quick breath and whispered something I couldn’t hear.
My eyes never left her face as my hard dick stuck out in front of me; pointing at her.
"Mmmmmmmm, Johnny. Johnny... ...I just can't help it..... ...I... ...I..."

She rubbed her tits and started breathing pretty heavy through her mouth. Still…I stared at my little s****r's beautiful face.
Cathy looked up and whispered, "Oh My God!!! I can't believe this!" she kept saying.
"I …want to see you cum Johnny..." She moved in closer; her eyes shifting back and forth from my cock then back to me eyes; her lips inches from my hard dick…
“Don’t stop me... ...Just please, don’t stop me.” she pleaded. Then to my astonishment…She opened her mouth, let her strawberry lips softly slide around the tip of my cock and sucked up the few drops of pre-cum that had seeped out of my dick .
I just watched her do it as I stood there unable to move, unwilling to stop her. It was like a dream. She pulled her head back a little,
“Jerk off…” She whispered. “Ga-head.”
She knelt down in front of me. I had to put one hand on my desk to steady myself. I thought for sure that my legs were just gunna buckle.

“Come on. I want you to…” She looked up at me, “Right in my mouth.” She cooed, licked her beautiful lips and opened her mouth.
So I did. I knew it would only take a minute...And I was right. The first thick blast shot into her waiting mouth and dripped down her chin. My cock was throbbing and pulsing as my hand milked it. Had my hand not been on it, it would have slapped my thighs, first one and then the other, like a happy dog wags his tail. A very happy dog

She licked her messy lips, "Oh god!” she whispers, her eyes fixed on my hand as it worked. More splashed her mouth and cheeks. “I have to…” she says and then tries her best to close those luscious lips around my spurting dick. It took a second, like when you have to find and guide that renegade straw into your mouth with your tongue. She bobbed and weaved and then took a short stab at it with her mouth, her lips, as I continued to stroke it. Another heavy spurt covered her tongue as her lips captured the head of my slippery cock and held it tight.

I simply moved my hand away and let “My little s****r” suck on the tip of my cock as more poured into her mouth. She slipped just an index finger and a thumb around the base of my cock to hold it steady while she got what she wanted. She seemed as amazed as I was about the whole thing. She seemed to like it just as much as I did…if that was possible. She closed her eyes and swallowed…then looked up at me again. {I suppose to see my reaction.} Pleased with both the look on my face and the taste of my cum…she closed her eyes again as if she were dozing off into a pleasant sl**p…and swallowed more.
Some dribbled over her strawberry bottom lip and followed the same path down her chin the other globs of cum had taken. There was a lot…the path had been blazed. Assuming I must be done, how could there be more…Cathy took her mouth off my dick. She was licking her lips when yet another burst of thick cum splashed them, found her cheek, and sprayed her hair. Her head jerked back in surprise but she quickly moved back into place to get more.

"Keep cumming." She quietly demanded of me as she started to slide her index finger and thumb back and forth over the hardness of my cock, making sure there would be none left, none that she couldn’t have. She proceeded to give me a two finger hand-job while she closed her lips around my dick head again and swallowed more cum.

She pulled her mouth away when she was pretty sure she’d gotten it all. "Ummmmmmm. I think that’s it." she mumbled softly to the tip of my dick as she squeezed it with her fingers and watched the tiny hole for what she wanted. A few more drops dribbled over the head of my cock. Some fell to her lovely tits…She caught the last of it with a hurried sweep of her tongue as it fell.
She looked up at me, and like me…she was having a problem believing what had just happened, "Oh God” She mouthed the words, no sound escaped. Her eyes were wide with a surreal surprise. She wasn’t sure why or how it had happened but her eyes sparkling with the idea that it DID.

“I. . .I just…did it.” She says. “I…I just couldn’t help it!" She tried to explain with my cum all over her face. She looked the way a pretty girl looks when she sees that unicorns and tiny fairies are truly alive and well. She can’t believe it…
I was still in shock. I had never had anything so… … exhilarating happen to me. I was still in dream land as my little s****r knelt there in front of me...Still sliding her fingers back and forth slowly, in awe... trying to convey to me how she couldn’t help herself and how she couldn’t believe what she’d done and that she was STILL doing it. She told me how much she liked it and what a rush it gave her. She said other stuff too but a great deal of what she said flew right past me. I was still not to collapse in a useless ball of jelly on the floor.

She went on and on and on…while I just stared at her face, at the cum that hung in a single long strand off her chin, and at her fingers as they slid mindlessly over my dick as she talked…She seemed unaware that she was even doing it. She was so hot!
"I've never wanted to do anything like that so badly in my whole life," she tried to explain as best she could. She spoke softly, but with an excitement she barely had control of. She stuttered, shook her head, repeated herself and sometimes whispered so low she could barely be heard.

“I…I wasn’t planning on doing that. Really…I…I just……I just wanted to watch you jerk off! That was it! That’s all! That’s all I wanted to see!” she went on as she watched her own fingers around me; around my cock. I felt there was an apology somewhere in her explanation, but the only thing I could truly comprehend was my little s****r kneeling on her knees in front of me, her hand, her face, the cum that clung to it.
Her free hand went up to her face and she ran her fingertips through the cum that covered her face, “I…can't believe this..."

She looked at her fingers, rubbed them together, fascinated with its texture, the thickness, the warmth and then she watched the fingers of her other hand as they mindlessly slipped back and forth as they squeezed my dick. She fell silent as a great big, happy smile overtook her mouth and her eyes. I watched as the tip of her pointy tongue darted out and stole the very last drop of cum my dick had to offer.

She licked her lips and slowly closed all her fingers around my softening dick and explored it; she was fascinated and I shared the same fascination as I watched.
"I can't believe I ate your cum like that too...” she giggled. Then she leaned in close to my dick again. She looked at it lustfully while she played with it and then kissed it softly on the tip with her wet lips, once―and then again.

Then, as if I could take the stress on my heart, she looked up into my eyes as if asking permission and slowly took a few inches into her mouth…enough to fill it
Her eyes closed, "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm" She moaned around my dick as her cheeks sucked in. She let it slide out from between her lips with a popping sound and said, "My god, this is so cool. I can‘t believe this… …I’m sucking my b*****r’s dick.” She told me as if I didn’t know. She looked up into my eyes again, “…and I ate your cum!" she whispered, her lips less than an inch from the tip of my prick.
She sucked it back into her mouth a few more times then released my dick, put her hands on my hips and helped herself to her feet.

Standing right in front of me she slid a hand over one tit, down the front of her sexy outfit and touched between her legs. Her other hand smeared the cum that had fallen on her titties. She looked at her messy fingers before bringing them to her mouth and sucking them one by one. “I swallowed your cum…” She whispered again. “...Wow!......... I…I gotta go!" she told me like someone that had just realized they were late for an appointment. She turned and practically ran out of my room.
I stood there with my semi-hard dick flopping in the breeze and my mouth slightly open. I still couldn’t say a word.

I stood there leaning on my desk for I don't know how long. I played what had just happened over in my mind again and then again. I wasn't 100% sure that it had really happened when I heard Cathy call out my name. I shook my head, gathered my wits, {Not all of them. Just enough to let me stand and walk} and quickly pulled my pants up and tucked away my dick.
"JOHNNY!" I heard again. "JOOOOOOHNYYYY! come merrrrre!" Her voice was low and whiny, but there was an urgency to her call. I hurried to Cathy's bedroom and froze at the open doorway.

Standing there at the doorway I saw Cathy on her bed in Mom’s hot outfit with her knees spread wide apart, her feet bottom to bottom, two fingers of left hand pulling the flimsy material of her panties to one side, and her right, making quick circles in the whisper of pubic hair as three finger jabbed and strummed to coochie. .
Her hair had come free and laid tossed over her pillow. Her lips were still red but all traces of cum and been licked away. She looked at me with that same “I can’t believe I’m doing this” look that had dominated her lovely features just a few minutes before…as she’d knelt in front of me with my dick in her hand.

Her ass squirmed back and forth, up and down restlessly on the bed, spurred on by the pleasure her fingers created between her legs, by the excitement that she didn’t quite understand each time she f***ed those fingers past her panties and into her pussy. I finally said something. I said “Holy shit!” {Not worth quoting, that’s for sure, but certainly a step up from the senseless mute I’d been a mere three minutes ago.}

"Johnny...” Cathy whined, her fingers still strumming. “... come mere... ...Please... ...come over here, quick..." She bit her lip, set her panties free and reached out to me, wiggling her fingers, hurrying me to respond. “Come on…” she begged.
" Do I look... ...mmm Oh God!... anybodies…mmmh…little s****r now?" she asked through the heavy breathing, her hand still stretched out towards me, gesturing for me to come closer. She tucked her bottom lip into her mouth and whined.

She was quite a sight― Beautiful―alluring―sexy―Not a little girl at all. I wasn’t really sure what she wanted me to do. I wasn’t normally this stupid around girls. As a matter of fact, I thought I was pretty witty when it came to girls…Smooth even…But this was different. Way different.
"Oh―Come on Johnny!!!..." She pleaded when I didn’t move fast enough. Her hand moved franticly between her legs; her breathing was labored. I could see her fingers were wet and slippery each time they slipped out of her pink pussy. My cock was growing in my pants again as I took it all in. I moved in closer―Right up to the edge of the bed―and with her free hand she anxiously found the front of my pants.
“Ummmmmmmm―I want this.” She moaned. She rubbed the front of my pants, feeling, squeezing, groping, needing…like she was suffering from a massive Asthma attack and her inhaler lay someplace behind my fly.

"Pull your dick out!!!” She begged, picking up the pace between her legs
“Put it in my mouth again Johnny… Please Johnny…hurry up!!!” she pleaded.
The urgency was unbelievable. I actually felt like I was running out of time. The bomb was ready to blow and I’m still fumbling through my tools looking for something to cut the wire. I got through my belt, I tore open my pants and pushed them down enough to shed some light on my balls and leaned into her from the side of the bed, presenting her with what she’d begged for.

"Oh my god yes! Yes!!!” she cried as she scooted closer to the very edge of her bed, right up against my thighs as her fingers now dug at her hot pussy.
“Let me have it…Let me suck it!!!" she whimpers with no inhibitions, no reservations. She stretched her neck up as her hand closed around my dick and pulled it closer to her mouth.
She certainly didn’t look anything like my little s****r now. She looked more like a whore; a high dollar whore…A beautiful, sexy high dollar whore that wanted to blow me……Blow me while she made herself cum. The thought sent more bl**d rushing to my swollen dick. The picture before me brought me right to the very edge.

Cathy hurried my dick into her mouth like it was her life-line while she played with her pussy, faster, deeper. "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMmmmm......mmm....mmm......mmm" She moaned around my dick. The feeling was indescribable. I felt each sound she made with my entire body, little ripples of pleasure, a wake of lust. I’d never had anyone do that before. Maybe no one ever sucked my dick like they REALLY needed it…like my little s****r.

She craned her neck and f***ed almost half of my cock into her mouth and sucked hard. I stood there and let my s****r do whatever she wanted to with my cock. She slid it from her mouth and began to lick and kiss it feverishly. The smacking and sucking sounds nearly drowned out the wet slapping sounds that Cathy’s other hand made between her legs. She sucked it back in her warm mouth and moved her head with shallow bobs then spit it out and rubbed the slimy tip over her strawberry red lips.

I couldn’t help but wonder if she’d ever done this before. She certainly looked like she had. It definitely felt like she had. "Mmmmmmm......Aaahhh...” She seemed to be having a harder time breathing now. “…Oh yeah Johnny... ... yeah...I'm gunna cum― I'm cumming!!!" She told most of the neighbors. Words I never expected to hear from my little s****r. I watched as her perfect ass came up off the bed, she pushed her fingers into her pussy, and clamped her knees together.

“OH GOD!” She growled, as she rolled on her side, in the fetal position, her fingers in her coochie, my dick pressed hard against her heavenly lips. {What other kind of lips would an angle have?} “I’m. . . .I’m…I’m…” She sounded surprised, amazed that the fingers inside her and the cock that she pressed against her cheek would cause such a feeling. “I’m cummingggggg!”
Except for the tiny thrusts of her hips, everything was still. I felt the tiny vibrating on my hard dick as a low growling sound found a way from deep inside her chest to the mouth that she held tight against my cock. I’d never imagined my little s****r. . . . . .Cumming. And I certainly would have never imagined that it might be something I would get to watch let alone be part of.

“Oh God…Oh God…Oh God…Oh God!…” she whispered franticly over my dick. A tiny kiss separated each Oh God, a different place on my cock for each peck as her orgasm rolled through. For 30 seconds or so, Cathy smoothered herself with my dick and rocked on her fingers until her head fell to her pillow and she rolled over onto her back again…both hands still full. Though much slower and gentler, each hand continued with its task. She caressed her tired pussy while gliding her fingers over the hardness of my dick.
Perhaps she saw the desperation in my eyes or maybe she just wanted more, but she pulled my dick down to her mouth. I bent my knees a little and leaned more over the edge of the bed as Cathy opened her mouth wide and made a great deal of my hard dick disappear behind those hot red kissable lips.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. . .” She gives a long moan as she settles in. Her lips hold me firmly as she drops her hand to her breast and begins to massaged her titties.
How she can be so diligent and attentive with each task is beyond me. She pets her soaked coochie, tickling her clit and tracing a soft delicate path up and down along the length of each pink pussy lip…She pinches and rolles her swollen nipples {Each one in turn} with her dainty fingers, and sweetly sucks and rolls her tongue around my straining dick…all with equal concentration and with the same love and gentleness you would show a new born puppy. It was truly amazing. Erotically mesmerizing. Really quite a talent. A talent she was about to be rewarded for.

She pulls away from my purple cock and looks up at me, "This feels so good!” she coos, then touches her lips to the few drops of pre-cum that have seeped out of my piss slit, before they have a chance to drop to the bed spread. She kisses them away, coating her glossy lips with a prelude of what’s to cum. Both her hands still caressing, making love to her body, adding to her pleasure, she closes her eyes, licks her lips as if she’s savoring the last of the creamy filling of a chocolate éclair. She looks up at me again with the most beautiful eyes I’ll ever know, dark as night, just as many stars…

She opens her mouth, teasing, “Put it in” she whispers, not willing to leave her body alone. I reach down, {The feeling I got as I pointed my hard dick at my little s****r’s mouth is beyond words…but it’s my nature to at least try and tell you} I reached down, took hold of a dick that was ready to explode and touched the tip to her strawberry lips.
My body rippled, my lungs filled quickly, very quickly, but seemed unwilling to let the heavy breath escape again. I shook my head as if I knew what I was doing was wrong, but my free hand came down and cradled the back of Cathy’s head anyway. With her mouth open, my dick slipped into her mouth. I watched from above as I began to fuck my s****r’s mouth. I was gentle, just a little bit, no more than she’d already helped herself to.

It was so quick. “I’m gunna cum.” I warned her. One hand left her firm tittie and grasped my shaft with some authority. At the same time, she found a steady, much fast pace in and out of her pussy with the fingers of her other hand.
Her lips and tongue were all over my cock, Her head bobbed with my help over half my dick. Quite a task for such a little girl. She must have sensed the approach flood. She pulled her mouth off me and began to work my cock for the pay off.

“Cum in my mouth.” She tells me as her eyes hold on to me. Her hand pumping my dick with her beautiful, pained face and shiny red lips in the background, mouth wide open with anticipation, was a picture I wasn’t ready for. In spite of the fact that I’d just cum not 20 minutes earlier, I let loose with a torrent of jizz. The first of it shot right over Cathy and fell to the floor on the other side of the bed somewhere. She tilted my cock down a little, stroking with such passion, her own body beginning to tremble with the beginnings of another orgasm of her own.
I couldn’t keep still as I watched my little s****r’s face get splattered with thick creamy cum. She moaned, gasped really, as she moved her head around, and stuck her tongue out in an attempt to catch what cum she could. It was everywhere. The more I shot, the harder she seemed to cum. That in turn pushed me to an even greater climax. We watched each other’s faces as we shared our orgasms. It was a crazy circle neither of us wanted to break.

When it was done, my knees rested on the edge of Cathy’s bed, one hand still behind her head the other holding onto the headboard for dear life. Cathy lay motionless, both hands done with their toys, her chest rising and falling in a deep but steady rhythm, her eyes closed, her creamy red lips forming a peaceful, content smile. Had the thick globs of cum not speckled her face and hair, echoing the truth, she might have looked like she was asl**p. Asl**p in the middle of a tranquil dream.

As my own breathing calmed and I regained a small measure of awareness…I was looking at the mess all over the bed, my pants and my s****r when I felt Cathy slid one hand up my inner thigh and lightly cupped my balls. She took her other hand and wrapped her wet fingers around my dick as it hung lifelessly between my legs, and began to fondle me.
"I don't know what's happening to me." She cooed. She licked her lips and as far out as her tongue would reach to gathered what cum she could, her attention shifting from my eyes to what her hands were doing to me.

"I want more.” She tells me. I try to explain why that wasn’t gunna happen. After shooting two big loads of cum, my cock was quickly becoming limp and useless, but my s****r continued to play with it anyway, caressing it, getting to know it in its new form.
“I hope this makes up for all the teasing I did." she said with an impish smile. I didn’t know what to say. She leaned up a little bit closer bring her wet lips right up to my dick.
“ I'll do anything.” She kissed the soft tip. “Isn’t there anything I can do to make you come for me again?"

Before I had to break her the bad news, I thought I heard something in the hallway and quickly turned to look. I didn’t see anything. I pulled my pants up as fast as I could and buttoned them. I was fastening my belt as Cathy rolled off the bed and moved towards her closet. I glanced at the clock. 4:00 p.m.―No one should be home. Cathy was changing as fast as she could. I moved to the window to look out at the driveway.

"MOM'S HOME!... ...Shit!" I ran to the hallway... was clear. I looked at Cathy, concerned, and closed her door behind me as I went down stairs to see where our Mom was. I found her in the kitchen. How long had she been in there? She had no jacket on so that meant that she was here long enough to hang it up in the closet by the front door. BY THE STEPS!
I walked into the kitchen.

"So-o-o-o, what are you up to?" My Mom asked with what I thought might be a funny look on her face. Was it her or me?
"Uh... ...nothing..." I answered, as cool and slick as burning sandpaper.
"Really? Huh. Where's your s****r?" She asked me.
"Upstairs I think..."
"You’re not sure?" My mom asked me with what I saw as a little smirk on her lips. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure."
I stared at my Mom and waited for a response. There was none. She went over to the fridge and grabbed a bottled water and then walked to the kitchen table and sat down. I just stood there. Something didn’t feel right. Imagine that, right.

Huh, my younger s****r just gave me a blow job and made me cum…Twice…all over her beautiful face … while she fingered herself to an orgasm… and something doesn’t feel right. I wonder if the Japanese had that same feeling after Hiroshima?

"What are you going to do now?" My mom asked as she opened her bottle of water and took a sip.
"Umm... ...I guess I'll go upstairs and finish my homework."
I turned to walk away.
"Oh Johnny?" I turned to see my mom pealing a banana from the fruit basket on the kitchen table.
"You might want to change those pants... spilled something all over the front of them..." I watched my mom as she opened her mouth and bit off a large piece of banana and then looked down at my pants. To my horror, I saw the cum Cathy had milked from my balls. I looked back at my Mom, "Uh, yeah." I turned and just walked up stairs.

I sat in my room in front of my computer and stared at the blank monitor. What had my Mom seen? Surly if she’d seen us... ...she would have made us stop. If not... ...she certainly would have said something in the kitchen... ...or at least wouldn’t have been so damn calm and cool. And what was the deal with the banana? I shook my head and tried to get all that had happened to fall into place and register. I was in a daze. I was scared and yet still found it all hugely exciting. I didn't know what I really thought, but I knew this...I’d liked what me and my s****r had done.

I got up and went to Cathy's room. I knocked on the door lightly. She was dressed in her jeans and a modest pullover shirt―And of course―She’d wiped the makeup offhand had changed those shoes.
"Was it Mom?"
"Yeah." I said with a confused look on my face.
"Well, what she say?"
"What do you mean, 'nothing'?"
"I mean 'nothing', nothing about us anyways. She asked what I was doing and where you were and what 'I' was up to. You know, shit like that.” "What-ja say?" "What do you mean 'What I say'? I said I wasn't doing anything and that I thought you were up stairs. What else would I say?"
"Well I guess that's good, right?" "She also told me to change my pants..." I told her with a tad of doubt. Cathy looked down at my pants and put her hand up to her mouth. "Oh my God!" she whispered. "Yeah, I know." “I’m gunna have to clean off Mom’s lingerie and get all her stuff back in her room before she misses anything. I could probably explain the earrings and necklace…But the mess all over her clothes, that’s gunna be a tough one.”

“I just can’t see Mom wearing something like that, ya know?”
“I can.” She told me.
“You’re k**ding, really?”
“Sure. I think Mom’s pretty hot.”
“Sure. You don’t?”
“Well, yeah. I guess she’s…You know…pretty cute…I guess.”
“Well, I think that if she fixed herself up a little, you’d see what I’m talking about.”
“I guess.”
“I bet if she put that on…” She nodded towards her closet. “…you wouldn’t have to guess.”

She probably had a point. She went on to say that she thought that maybe Mom was in a rut or something. That sometimes she felt like mom had a lot of built up sexual tension. Maybe Dad wasn’t ‘doing it’ for her.
“Who are you, Dr. Ruth? Where do you get all this stuff?”
“I think that if Mom did see us…That maybe she didn’t say anything to you cuz maybe she didn’t think it was so bad.”
Where was my s****r? Who was THIS crazy-ass girl?

“Is that what you think?” I asked waiting for the rest of this nonsense.
“Yeah, and I’ll tell you something else…”
“Something else!!! You’re k**ding me?”
She slapped me on the arm. “I’m serious. I think that maybe Mom’s like me.”

“What do you mean ‘Like you’?”
“Well…When I went in your room this afternoon, I just went in there to show you I’m not some little girl and…Well…I wanted to see you jerk off on my tits.” She confessed shyly. She was pretty adorable. “Wow! You sure got more than you bargained for, huh?” “Really, right?” She giggled and then took my hand in a way that made me thing it wasn’t my s****r taking it.

I looked down at her, forgetting for a second the seriousness of the situation.
“I Well, I hope you got what you wanted.” I told her softly as I squeezed her hand.
“That’s just it Johnny. I did. I had no intention of doing all that stuff. Something just came over me. I wanted to do it really bad…And I did.”
“What exactly are you saying Cat?”
“Maybe Mom might wanna do some things that even she doesn’t know she wants to.”
We were quiet for a minute and then Cathy broke the silence,
"Ya know... ...I thought that was great." Then she leaned in a little closer and whispered, "I really liked doing that, ya know? I mean, putting you in my mouth and all."
I rolled my eyes and shook my head.
"After almost getting caught... Hell for all we know Cathy, Mom DID catch us and she’s just holding off to talk to Dad before she drops the bomb and sends both of us to Boarding School...You're STILL trying to get my dick hard."

Cathy smiled and bit her bottom lip flirtatiously. I was beginning to love the gesture. I guess I’ve always loved it…I was just now starting to appreciate it.
“Do you want…She lowered her voice even lower…another blowjob tonight?”
Jesus…Hearing her say that actually made me comatose petter twitch an eye. I shook my head slowly.
“You’re amazing.” I told her. “I MEAN that too; you really are.”
I remembered where we were, who was home and the front of my pants.
“For Christ’s sake!” I kissed Cathy on the cheek. {It made her giggle} and I hurried back to my room.

My name is Samantha. Sam for short. I'm 37 years old. I'm 5'4" tall and about 100 lbs. I have short blonde hair and brown eyes. I get a lot of exercise so I think I‘m in pretty good shape. I think that I’m kinda plain looking but my son told me last year, at Easter, that I was the pretties Mom in church. I was flattered. Then he added, “Except for Mrs. Turner.” Mrs. Turner was a 22-year-old trophy wife. And secretly…I agreed with my son; the girl was gorgeous. I'm married and have two c***dren. A 15-year-old daughter, and my 17-year-old son Johnny.

I have a somewhat of a dilemma. Yesterday I came home from work a little early and went upstairs to my daughter's room to speak to her. I froze at her doorway. She was blowing her b*****r!
I couldn’t believe it. And as if that wasn't enough...She was laying there on her bed in a slutty outfit she'd taken from the depths of my closet and she was masturbating. She had one hand around her b*****r's penis and the other between her legs. Like I said; I just froze there with my eyes glued to the two of them. When I realized where I was and what I was doing {Standing right in the door way... gawking} I slowly stepped back out into the hall, slipped behind the wall and peeked around the door jam. I just watched what my c***dren were doing.

You might ask me why I didn’t bust right in there and put a stop to it. Or, at least…at the very least…Just walk away. I have no answer. I don’t know. I could blame it on shock but the truth is…I guess I really liked what I saw. Sex [For me] has always been something that was kept in the shadows. That’s not to say I didn’t think about it a lot. But what I saw my c***dren doing, I mean the way they…were doing it, so enthralled…so full of...Well, lust…it took my breath away. I have only dreamed of such passion. I suppose…I was jealous.

I have to admit, the first thing that I really truly focused on (After the initial shock of seeing my c***dren in the midst of such an act had worn off a little) was my son’s penis; the size of it actually. It was really big: Cathy barely got her fingers half way around it. And from what I could see, she was having a hard time getting it in her mouth.

She was talking to her b*****r while she did what she was doing... ...but it was a low garbled whisper, so I couldn't really hear what she was saying. I really didn't need to hear it though. It looked like she was totally immersed in what she was doing by the way she was squirming around on her bed while she thrust her fingers into her little coochie. And it certainly looked as though Johnny didn’t have any complaints. As a mater-of-fact, he looked like I felt.... Captivated. The fact that neither of them noticed me opening the door and standing there was a fine testament to how engrossed they were.

I knew what to do, I have morals…but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I couldn’t bring myself to put a stop to it. I mean... ...what do I say? “Hey Cat, leaver your b*****rs dick alone...“Hey John, you stop that right now before you ejaculate on your s****r...” Besides... …I guess the truth of it really was… ...I wanted to watch.

I wasn't there long but I was there long enough to see both my c***dren reach what I thought was a pretty powerful climax. Cathy especially, seemed to really…enjoy…the whole thing. And I think that’s quite an understatement. The pure pleasure, the absolute bliss she seemed to be giving herself…and her b*****r…as I watched her thrash around on her bed and try so hard to fill her mouth with her b*****r’s dick…was a lust I’d only read about in the books I hide from their father. I’d never imagined that a young girl of her age…a young girl of any age… possessed such a raw sexuality. It was quite overwhelming . Quite arousing to put it mildly. I felt something strange, something I’d have never expected…I should have been outraged, appalled, but I found I was more resentful and even……even envious to a point.

After watching them both cum, I was actually light headed. I wanted to stick my hand down my pants…I wanted to try and give myself the same kind of pleasure. My stomach dropped when I realized that I wanted to join them. I wanted to feel the way my daughter felt. I knew I had to get out of there. I turned around so fast that I hit my elbow on the wall as I tried to leave. I hurried down the hall, down the stairs as quickly and quietly as I could. I hurried into the kitchen, braced myself against the counter, and took deep breaths to try and get this feeling under some kind of control. When John walked in the kitchen, it was hard, but I was calm, seemingly under control. I noticed right away that the front of his pants had what I believed to be cum all over them. I felt my coochie twitch and begin to warm again. It was all I could do to keep quiet about what I’d seen.

I wanted to tell him that I saw his s****r and I saw what she was doing to him and to herself. I wanted to tell him that I saw them…that I knew, but I was afraid to. He was my son. How could I admit that I’d seen what he and his s****r were doing―Watched―And...I hadn’t stopped it. I could never tell him why or how it made me feel. I really wanted to say that I saw him cum in his s****r’s mouth and all over her face, that I thought it was erotic...excieting. I wanted to tell him that I thought he had a big cock and that I wanted to do what his s****r had done too, I wanted to try giving him …a blowjob. That’s what I WANTED to say. But I couldn’t. I‘d never say those words. I’d never talked dirty, not even to their father. I had never had sex like that with their father. And I certainly had never cum like that either, with that much passion; that much zeal.

Instead, as evenly and as casually as I could, I asked him what was up. Of course, he told me nothing. Inside, I was burning. I tried so very hard not to look at the mess on the front of his pants. Had I not just seen them, I would have still known something was up by the way Johnny was acting. He was more of a mess than I was. He told me he was going to go upstairs and finish his homework. I stood at the kitchen table and grabbed a banana out of the fruit bowl. I was just trying to act nonchalant…normal. I told him that he needed to change his pants, that he’d spilled something on them. As I went to take a bite of that banana, as I brought it up to my mouth, my hand wrapped around it, my mouth opening…I realized the implications. I realized how suggestive the act was and without meaning to…I smiled. The thought actually made me giddy. I stood there with a little smile on my lips as I looked at the mess on the front of my son’s pants.

When Johnny left the kitchen for his room, I fell into a chair, stared at the banana, and thought about what my daughter had done to her b*****r. Had I been alone in the house I might have masturbated. But I could never do that with someone in the house. I squeezed my knees together, closed my eyes and took another bite of that banana. With my elbow on the table, my forehead resting on the heal of my hand, I shook my head and tried to get the pictures out of my head.

The very next day I had decided to head home a bit early again. I pulled into the driveway slowly and when I got out of the car, I shut the door quietly and snuck into the house. I didn't see anyone in the kitchen so I headed upstairs as quietly as I could; my heart pounding in my ears, a warmth starting to moisten my pussy. I walked past Cathy's room, no one there. I stopped at my son's room; I could hear something on the other side of the door. I put my ear against it and listened. I heard low moans and they were saying things that I couldn’t make out.

I took a chance... ...I turned the doorknob very slowly and pushed the door open just an inch or so to peek in. As the door opened, the moans and groans were easier to hear. They were on Johnny's bed; in the 69 position…Johnny on the bottom, under his s****r, Cathy on top, her head rolling and bobbing in between her b*****r’s wide spread legs.

I swallowed hard, my eyes as big as quarters, my body trembling inside. I’d never felt like that before, inside, inside my body. I stopped breathing as I watched. My son's hands sliding along the curves of his s****r’s body, his fingers stopping to dig and knead her nicely formed ass-cheeks each time they caressed them. His fingers slid along the crack of her ass as they left the small of her back. Cathy’s thighs and pussy muffled the sound of John’s excitement as he buried his face into her. I could barely hear the licking sounds and the moans of pleasure…but I did hear them. They echoed in my ears and each sound triggered a twitch of my pussy and a rolling in my stomach.

It was hard to tell who was moaning more. My daughter seemed to be enjoying it as much as my son. I watched, amazed, as she kissing him there, along the considerable length of his hardness; sucking, wet kisses. Each time she reached the tip of his visibly swollen cock…she took what she could of him inside her mouth. My view of this was incredibly detailed… and went uninterrupted.

My daughter's head was at the foot of the bed, the end of the bed closest to the door. There was no way that Johnny could see me peering in at them with his head buried between his s****r’s legs but Cathy, if she were to just look up, there was a good chance that she might see me through the crack in the door as I watched her blowing her b*****r; a crack that had opened a few more inches now, so I could better see what they were doing to each other.

I don't know how long they were at it, but both were squirming around quite a bit on John’s small bed. The sounds of sex were getting louder and more urgent. My hand had somehow slipped between my legs and I was digging at my own crotch through the pants that I had on. I had the presence of mind to wish I’d worn a skirt today. My breathing too had become labored. I couldn’t seem to pull myself away from that door. I wanted so badly to be able to do what they were doing; be able to let go, to feel the excitement of lust…But I had been taught, programmed, to do just the opposite; to shut those feelings down…hold it in. And now…….now it was filling me and threatening to spill over.

Then I heard Johnny mumbling from between Cathy’s legs. "I'm gunna cum Cathy!!!” I heard him cry out, saw his fingers grab onto Cathy’s round ass and hold tight as he arched his back, lifting his s****r into the air. “ I'm cummmmmmmming!!!"
Cathy slid her mouth off of her b*****r and urged him on, begged him. I felt the same desire inside me that her pleading seemed to convey as I clawed at my jeans .
"Come on.... ...Come on Johnny... …Do it." She begged as she pulled her b*****r’s orgasm out of his thick cock with long, quick, wet strokes of her hand.
“My god!” I thought. “She’s going make him cum!” Her and I both watched and waited. I should have left...At the very least, I should have ducked back a little more behind the doorway...considering that Cathy would surely see me if she wasn't so busy making her b*****r cum...But I wanted to watch him do it; watch her make him cum.

Let me say now, I’m not a very sexual person. I mean on the outside anyway. On the inside, I have a very active imagination and some pretty deep and explicit desires. I’m just too afraid to let them out, to let anyone know. No one knows the woman that I keep hidden inside and I found myself so turned on by the whole thing. I stood there with one hand over my mouth while the other hand u*********sly rubbed and pressed against the thick material of my pants. I was in immediate danger of bringing myself to orgasm. Worse yet…I was in danger of barging into the room and throwing my lips around the head of my son’s thick dick, letting him fill my mouth up, tasting, ready to swallow his cum.

I knew where all this was coming from. I knew that someday everything would boil over. That someday my deep desires would explode and the whole world would see me as I really am…what I really wanted to be…A whore.

My son wrapped his arms around his s****r's waist and buried his face into her pussy again as she lay on top of him, stroking him, faster and faster, her mouth open a few inches above the bright red head of his cock…His really big cock. It was hard to tell if she was waiting to taste her b*****r’s cum or if she was just like me…in awe of what was about to happen.

I know my mouth had dropped open too. Nothing on my body moved. My hand stay frozen between my legs, my chest stopped heaving, there was no air to breathe. I watched cum shot out of Johnny's dick with what looked to me like an incredible f***e right into his s****r’s waiting mouth. Her head jerked back, unprepared for such volume, such power, but her hand never slowed. She milked her b*****r’s dick with an enthusiasm, a passion, I had only dreamed about on those rare occasions I got to pleasure myself. We both watched as the next thick rope of cum shot up into the air... As she looked up...her eyes met mine.

Her eyes got big with surprise as I’m sure mine already were. We stared at each other, but to my amazement… she continued jerking her bother off as she stared at me. I flushed with the heat of lust, I became dizzy with the understanding that she knew. My daughter knew I was there…at the door…watching.

I can’t say what she was thinking. I'm not even sure what I was thinking. I just stood there staring back at her, unable...Maybe move. I felt a sudden weakness in the knees. I was just standing there seemingly unresponsive to the fact that my daughter had seen me. To my amazement, when I DID react, it wasn’t by-any-means the reaction that was expected by Cathy or myself. I felt my hand slide up to my aching breast.

I felt my nipples grow and harden into stones between my finger tips. My loins filled with a fiery wetness that threatened to burn right through my jeans onto my waiting fingers. There was a deep, deep overpowering need to do something. But I didn’t know what. I had never felt like this and the closest thing, a fraction of what I felt now, had happened such a long time ago. Almost too long ago to remember. There’s no way for me to convey the feelings.

If I said I’d never imagined something so taboo. . . . . .I’d be lying but never in a million years would have thought I’d be seeing something like this. Cathy continued to stroke my son's hard dick, looking at me the entire time, cum shooting into the air and falling where it may. John, his body stiff and arched, holding onto his s****r as if to let go would be the end. We were both in a daze, a dream as we acknowledged one another, but neither lost track of the main event. I bit my lip when a stream of thick white cum splashed Cathy’s face, her lips, her open mouth. If flowed down the pretty curve of her face and dripped off her chin….Still, her hand moved up and down with the same seemingly mindless effort, like a musician plays an instrument while talking to the spellbound crowd of fans. She even licked her lips…as she watched me, simply unwilling to stop.

My posture, my body language and of course my hands touching myself no doubt told her that I was lost in what was happening. I suppose that’s why she didn’t stop. Maybe she thought I was enjoying it so much that she didn’t want to ruin it for me, I don’t know; I can’t say. But to my shock and wonder, Cathy smiled at me and then she leaned her head over my son’s hard dick and caught more of her b*****r's cum in her mouth. She kept looking at me and smiling the whole time. She licked her lips again, obviously enjoying the taste while she continued to stroke her b*****r’s big dick.

"Come on Johnny... ...cum!" she said a lot louder than before; no doubt for my benefit as we remained eye to eye. A soft moan caught in my throat. I watched Cathy lower her lips over her b*****rs spurting cock as she stroked him; our eyes still locked onto one another’s. I felt an overwhelming, unfamiliar, throbbing between my legs that actually scared me. I turned and ran down the hallway and down the steps.
At that point it was leave... ...or go into Johnny’s room and ask my daughter to share his cock…his cum. At that moment I wasn’t prepared to do that. Cathy had seen me, and for some reason, that didn’t seem so bad. But John…I don’t know why it would be any different with him…But it was. I couldn’t have him see me like this. There was no doubt that Cathy would tell her b*****r, tell him that I was there, what I was doing, and that I’d even liked it…..But I couldn’t have my son SEE me. I couldn’t have him think of me as…as…a demented mother, I guess. I also wasn’t prepared to stand there and cram my hand down my pants so I could finger myself to a much needed orgasm and I had been on the verge of doing that very thing befor I ran off.

I knew that Cathy had seen me and I knew what her reaction had been. She didn’t care that I was watching them. She seemed actually pleased with the unexpected turn of events. I thought I should get out of there while Johnny was too wrapped up in his orgasm to see me or hear me leave. It probably made little difference.

I ran down the steps and into the downstairs bathroom, shut and locked the door. I’m not sure why I chose the bathroom downstairs. Maybe because it’s the only place you’re expected to spend time alone in. And I wanted to be alone, needed it. I stared at the walls for a few seconds; each one in turn then the floor. My head was crowded. The images played again and again in my mind. My breathing was deep and went from labored to more of a panting.

I ripped my pants down with such f***e that I broke the zipper. My pussy was dripping wet. I knew what I wanted to do. My fingers where inside me before I even fell to the toilet seat. I knew instantly my fingers weren’t going to be enough. I grabbed the bottle of lotion off the vanity. It was round, slightly thinner around than a coke can, the top was dome-like and smooth. I spit on the top like a farmer spits out his chewing tobacco and tried to work that thing into my burning pussy as fast as I could. My pussy was so wet that it should have pretty much slid right in. But I was shaking...trembling...with such an urgency, that it took me a few tries before I managed to get it in. The thickness may have slowed me down a bit, but all and all, the feeling that drove me, the want and need that rippled through my whole body, made the task painfully easy. A few seconds of discomfort turned to a wave of pleasure, an uncontrollable lust; a lust that I simply couldn’t hold in any longer. And when I opened that cage, the b**st leaped out and pounced.

There I was with my pants rolled up into a ball on the floor, my panties stuck around one ankle and my legs spread as wide as I could get them, working that relatively large bottle of shampoo in and out of my coochie. I watched as the entire bottle disappeared into my sopping pussy again and again and again.
I pictured Cathy sucking her bothers dick and looking at me while she did it. I saw her head bobbing up and down with her pretty full lips wrapped around Johnny's huge cock. I don’t know how she managed to get so much of his big cock in her small 15 year old mouth. In my head I heard her moaning around a mouth full of dick. I moved faster and faster with the shampoo bottle.

I moved my ass around, at first in relatively small circles but then quickly, bigger and bigger circles until I was in danger of falling off the toilet seat as I got closer and closer to cumming.
"Oh fuck!!! Oh my god!!! Ahhhhhh....fuck me.... ....come on… ....Fuck me hard Johnny!!!" I blurted out. My own words shocked me. It was as if someone else had screamed them as they echoed off the walls back to my ears. My head fell back and when I heard myself cry my son's name again, I let out a long loud moan and shoved the shampoo bottle deep into my pussy. My words caught me off guard but spurred me on none-the-less.
When I imagined my son's long hard cock shooting his cum into my mouth... ...I swallowed, licked my lips, as my daughter had, and came hard. Very hard.

My own cum actually poured out from around the shampoo bottle that now filled my coochie. My head moved from side to side and I bit my lip so I wouldn't scream any more. My juices flowed...As if dumped from a glass...down the crack of my ass onto the toilet seat cover. The harder I pumped that pretend cock into my cunt, the more slippery fluid poured out from around it…and the more I had to grit my teeth and bite my lip.

Just when I thought it was over... started again. I pushed that bottle deeper and harder as I came all over again. I'm not sure if I moaned or if I screamed, but tears were rolling down my face as I pushed that fake cock into my quivering cunt (or quim). My legs were shaking and my asshole began to pucker tight and release in quick spasms as my hips jerked involuntarily off the toilet seat. I had never felt anything like this before. Nothing! Ever! Ever! I could hear the lid on the back of the toilet rocking, hitting the wall with a bumping/clatter that I was sure could be heard through the entire house, but I continued. I didn’t seem to care. There was just nothing more important than my pussy at the moment in time. Nothing that was more crucial, essential, than the feeling I was generating between my legs. Talk about out of control.

Eventually, I was able to slow the pace. I had little choice, I was out of breath. I let the bottle slide out and then I pushed its entire length back into my pussy…I did it again, slowly, one last time and then let the bottle slide out of my pussy on its own. It made a sloppy sucking sound before it fell to the floor.
When my legs were done shaking, I closed my eyes and tried to catch my breath. My left nipple was tender where I had been rolling it between my fingers without even realizing. I could now see that both nipples were trying desperately to break through the fabric of my shirt. I just laid my head back on the toilet tank, shut my eyes…and tried to get a handle on the whole thing.

I couldn‘t believe the orgasm I’d had or the amount of thick, slippery liquid that had poured out. I think I could have filled that shampoo bottle. And from all things...Watching my c***dren having sex and thinking about my son fucking me. The only thing I was SURE of, was that I was going to hell.
Thinking about having sex with Johnny made me…Well…I didn’t know people…I…could have such an orgasm. I looked at my hand. It was soaked with my cum. I let one hand move back down to my pussy. It felt like I sat in a bucket of hot K-Y jelly. I let my fingers run lightly over my clit. It was burning hot and felt the size of one of my nipples.
“Jesus…” I closed my eyes tight and sat there breathing through my mouth.

There was a knock at the bathroom door. I sucked in air and froze.
"Mom? Are you O.K.?"
It was Cathy.
"Ah, yeah Cat. Yeah I am. Yeah."
"Mom……can I come in?'
"Where's your b*****r Cat?"

I hoped he wasn’t there with her. Although I couldn’t think of a reason why she wouldn’t, I prayed that she hadn’t said anything to him about seeing me.
"He's in the shower Mom. Please, can I come in? I need to talk to you before he gets out!!!"
She sounded desperate. Her b*****r was in the shower. Maybe he’d stay in there long enough for me to beg Cathy not to say anything to him if she hadn’t already.

Kicking my underwear off of my foot, I went to pick my pants up. They were wet with my come and torn. I'm not sure if I could have stood up to put them on anyway. My head was light and the floor was wet and slippery.
“Cat... ...I’m gunna need a little time here-OK?”
“Come on Mom. Open the door. It’s OK. Really.”
And then in a whisper I heard my daughter say, “Mom... ...I heard you all the way out here...”
Oh dear God... ...What exactly did she hear I wondered.
I grabbed a towel off the rack and put it over me as best I could and leaned up to unlock the door. Cathy slipped in and quickly shut the door behind her.
"Are you O.K. Mom?"
She looked concerned, but the concern seemed to quickly turn to something a little lighter. A smirk and then a small smile shaped her lips.
“I guess it depends on what you think ‘OK’ is.” I told her as I looked at the floor. Cat’s smile grew. Even under these conditions it was hard not to notice how beautiful her smile was and how it lit up her whole face.
"I think I am Cat. But I’m. . . . I‘m not really sure yet."

My daughter let her eyes scamSCAN the bathroom. She saw the “Shiny” shampoo bottle laying on the floor next to my underwear. She saw my pants in a ball as well at the base of the toilet. She slowly reached down and removed the towel that I thought I so cleverly hid myself with. I tried to grab the towel but I was exhausted and the attempt was half-hearted at best.

There I was. Sitting on the toilet seat with my legs slightly open, naked from the waist down; my pants wet with cum and my panties, somewhere on the floor. What cum wasn't on my pants, was on the floor and shampoo bottle and if that wasn't enough, the sleeve on my blouse was wet from where I had just been massaging my wet clit. It looked like I had spilled a pitcher of Margaritas all over the place. Our eyes met:
"Please don‘t say anything to me about this yet."
We both half smiled.
"Did you tell your bother that I saw you two?"
I was still a little out of breath.
She shook her head "No".
I was extremely relieved to hear it.
"Well don't. Please don’t. I'm not quite sure what’s happening here, but I'd like some time to process it all without your bother looking at me like I'm some kind of freak.”
"You're not a freak Mom."
"Well what exactly would you call it Cathy? Look at me..." I trailed off and couldn’t make eye contact. I had never been more embarrassed. But I was too tired to care.
"Pretty cool actually."
She caught me off guard a little with that one.

Cathy took a long look at me and let her gaze move down to my wet pussy.
"Wow!" She whispered when she got a really good look at my bare coochie and how wet and matted the hair was that framed it.
I finally closed my legs, but the damage was done.
"I know...” I let a long breath out. “ ...Wow is right! I can't believe something like this happened..."
I stopped talking when I remembered who I was talking to. I blushed when I realized that for all practical purposes, I had just confessed to masturbating to my daughter. Masturbating after I witnessed my daughter make her b*****r cum.
"I just can't believe this." I shook my head slowly side to side as my voice faded. "I really don't know what came over me." I said shamefully.

I looked at the floor and the mess I’d made around my feet again. I could smell my own sex and knew that Cathy probably could as well. I kinda figured she no doubt knew what the moistness of sex smelled like.
"I've never done this before. Well…I've done THIS before..." I gestured towards my wet pussy with my hand. "...What I mean is, I've never done IT like THIS before.”
I was stumbling through my words, each one tangled with the one before it. I let my hands wave around aimlessly making little to no sense.
"What do you mean Mom, 'Like THIS before'?"
She was so sweet. She sounded honestly concerned. Oddly enough, I felt a kind of closeness to Cathy at that moment that I can’t really explain. As if we were…best friends…I guess would be the best way to explain it.

"My God Honey...” I started, then remembered again that Cathy was my 15-year-old daughter. “I shouldn’t be telling you this…”
“It’s OK Mom. What do you mean? Tell me.” She coaxed me on. She was easy to talk to. And it was a good thing because I needed someone to talk to. It would be her…or the people that would eventually help me into the big white van to take me to my new home. “Nice coat…” I pictured myself telling them, “…But why are the sleeves so long?”

I didn't know exactly what to say to my daughter or how to say it. But I’d watched her give her b*****r a blow-job while he ate her out. She’d watched me watching. I figured What the hell…
“...Look around Cat. Look at this place. . . . . .At me. . . . . .The mess I’ve made. I mean it’s never been so... ... powerful . I lost control Cat.” I shook my head slowly, not believing that I’d come home from work early to spy on my c***dren and it had all come to THIS. “…It was so. . . So intense!" I told her in a low wondering tone.

I finally looked up at her, bewildered and ashamed.
"Cathy, I've never had this happen before.” I told her gesturing at the mess with fingers that were still wet and shiny from my orgasm.
“Never had what happen before Mom?”
“I’ve never. . .”
My daughter saw the trouble I was having.
"What...You mean ‘Cum’ before?”
“Well yeah, well no, I mean I have before. . .cum, I mean [Saying the word to her made my pussy pucker] . . .But not like this.” I tried to explain. “I’m not making any sense am I?”
“Just slow down and tell me Mom.”
She was so patient and sweet.

I started opening up, tired of holding everything in for so long. I wanted to talk…and Cat made it easy….or….easier, anyways.
“Imean...I've never acted like that before. EVER! …I lost it Cat. I couldn't have stopped doing it with that shampoo bottle...A shampoo bottle...Jesus...I couldn't have stopped if the whole town had opened the bathroom door and crowded in here to take a shit."
Cathy laughed a little then glanced down at the bottle on the floor.
"Cathy...when I came...” I shook my head slowly again not believing I was telling my daughter this.” ...I actually just kept cumming.”
Cathy's eye brows raised. "Really? Well that's…that’s great... ...isn't it?"
"I don't know Baby. I just don't know. What does that make me? I mean, I watch you…[I feel my face get hot. I hesitate for a second]…blowing your b*****r...[The words make me shiver]…and that’s the reaction I have… …Oh my God!"

I put my hand to my mouth. "... My response to that…was the greatest orgasm I've ever had. That doesn't seem right to me Baby. It just seems terribly wrong."
I wasn’t sure if I was just so happy to let that out…or sad that I’d never be able to take it back, but my eyes began to fill with tears.
"Mom, I know how you feel.”
“I can’t see how you can Sweetie.”
Cat moved in very close, knelt down a little and whispered,
“When I saw Johnny's thing for the first time the other day... ...I just…I couldn't help myself. I wanted to see more. I wanted to get close to it. I mean really close.”
She shook her head in little shakes and smiled. “Really close.”
“Heck, I all but f***ed him to jerk-off for me. He didn't want to but I kept pushing it. I kept asking him to and teasing him."
I noticed that Cathy kept stealing glances at my tits as she explained. My nipples seemed to still be quite hard and could easily be seen against my thin shirt.
"Mom... ...when I..."
Cathy bit her bottom lip and touched her own hardening nipple as if she were comparing them to mine.
"...when I was in Johnny’s room kneeling in front of him… …watching him jerking off…when I knew it was really going to happen... …He was gunna cum... …right before his dick touched my lips...” She looked down towards my pussy while she talked, but my legs were closed...most of the way. "...I couldn't help it. I wanted so bad to taste it and just put it in my mouth… {She took a long breath} and before I really knew what I was doing…I did it. Before that moment... ...I had never done anything like that. To anyone!" She stressed.

Then, just when I’d thought there was no more shock to be had, nothing left to amaze me, that the fog of disbelief was finally being burned away by a late but accepting sun…Cathy did something that showed me how wrong I was… She reached out and ran her finger tip, just one fingertip over the fabric that held back the swollen nipple of my left breast. I sucked in a quick breath and stared at her finger as it touched me and ran tiny circles over the hard nub that she’d found.

A hundred thoughts and feelings filled my head at the same time. I put my hand over hers…to stop her...And then froze, inadvertently holding her small hand on the roundness of my sensitive tit as I felt her other hand come to rest on my bare thigh.
“Mom... ...Just like you. . . . . .I lost it. I just couldn’t stop, I had to do it. I wanted to see what it was like to have it in my mouth. Mom…I couldn't stop myself. I wasn’t really sure what to do, but when his thing was right there…up by my mouth...and I felt my fingers go around it...”
I felt her fingers moving under my hand...teasing my nipple. “ whole body began to shake. I couldn’t help it either."

I felt an odd kinship with Cathy that went far past a mother/daughter thing. I slowly, as if I were dreaming, took my hand away from my daughters, essentially, allowing her to touch me. Cathy rolled my entire tit with her hand squeezing it softly and I watched…I simply sat there and watched…as she locked eyes with mine, slowly bent down and softly rubbed her lips over my taut nipple through my shirt...I just watched. My head fell back and my legs automatically fell open. Once again, my reaction confused me. I tumbled down from my moral high ground only to find myself enjoying my daughter’s touch. She mover her face near mine. At first I thought she was going to kiss me. I think I would have let her too, would have kissed her back, but in stead, leaned in close to me and whispered, "I just couldn‘t stop... ...ya know what I mean?"
I shook my head slowly and heard myself whisper, with dreamy eyes half shut and a new fire that was beginning to burn, I told her yes.
I saw Cathy looking down at my wet pussy and then back up into my eyes again.
"Once I saw Johnny‘s dick..." ...She let her fingertips slide along my thigh and brush through my wet sticky pubic hair to surround my swollen clit... "...I couldn't stop. I just wanted to touch it…see what it would feel like. That‘s all Mom... ... I just wanted to touch it with my hands... ... at first."
Her words echoed the same new-found lust that had started as a tiny pebble rolling around in my stomach and had soon, and with little warning, become a run-away boulder down a steepX mountainside.

As Cathy confessed her weakness of will, she let her fingertips move slowly down the length of my slippery pussy lips. They were still wet and very responsive. My hips jerked a little, surprised by the feeling. I was surprised, but did no more to stop her now, than I did when I’d watched her sucking her b*****r’s cock...His big thick cock.

"You made him cum..." I whispered out loud to no one, a memory becoming crystal clear in my mind’s eye, I let my head fall back and my eyes close again.
I felt my daughter’s warm fingers gliding along the moist folds of my pussy. When she made her way back up to my clit, my heart skipped a beat. I felt the winds of lust beating against the door, bleeding through the cracks in my morality, carrying with it the thought that Johnny was right upstairs.

“No Cathy...” I tried to sound stern but fell way short of the mark. I barely heard the words myself.
She put her lips to my ear and whispered more, "Johnny's cock felt so hot against my lips.” She cooed, “I had to open my mouth.” I heard her say, her hot breath against my ear, “I sucked it Mom…” Cathy told me as if she had no choice. “I want to suck it again " She softly confessed in my ear.

Her words and the way she said them were like some kind of magic potion. I moved my hips into Cathy's hand. Then she slid her fingers deep into my pussy.
“We shouldn’t Baby...” I moaned so softly, as she whispered in my ear.
"I’d never tasted cum before” She whispered. “I liked it” she told me, each word dripping with a delightful bliss.
“It tasted sooooo goooood Mom. I just wanted more of it."

Her thumb moved over my clit as she worked her fingers slowly in and out. We both moaned at the same time; evidently more comfortable with the sistuation.
"You should feel his cock, Mom?”
Her words made me think of Johnny upstairs in the shower.
“Would you like to?” She whispered.
I felt my tiny butt hole pucker. In my mind, I saw the water running down Johnny’s naked body.
“Would you like to. Would you like to touch it?” She asked me, her lips tickling my earlobe, her cheek against mine as she formed the words.

I was changing. From the first time I peeked into my daughter’s room, to the moment she touched me here in the bathroom…I’d been changing. To what extent, I didn’t know yet. But I knew I'd never be the same. Be it good or bad, only time would tell.

She mewed, “It was too big… you saw it."
"Yesssss" I answered as I remembered what his dick looked like in Cat’s small hands. My hips began to make tiny circles.
"It was so hard and wet. I couldn’t even get my fingers all the way around it Mom. Did you see that? Huh, did you see?"
"Yesssss..." I moaned, the change seizing more of me.
"Would you touch it, maybe put your lips on it and kiss it, if you could?”

Holy shit! The picture she was painting was so real in my head.
“Do you think you would want to suck it Mom?” Her fingers made a wet, sloshy sound as they worked my coochie. Her speed had picked up as well as the thrusts of my pelvis each time she pushed them in me.
“…If it was here right now... ...would you put it in your mouth... I did???" Her whisper had turning into more of a plea; begging me to understand…As if me telling her that I would, would somehow make it OK. She sought some kind of validation, like my consent, my approval could be found in my confession.

I was letting myself be seduced by my daughter and it seemed to only turn me on more. I reached down between my legs. I wanted to feel my daughters hand as she gave me pleasure, made me feel so good. I think I wanted to make sure that what I was feeling was real. Make sure that all of this wasn't a dream...A crazy beautiful dream. I laid my hand on top of hers and pushed it harder to my pussy. I started to thrust my pussy up into our hands each time her thumb rolled over my swollen clit.

"Would you give Johnny a blow job, Mom? Tell me..."
I shook my head yes. "Yessssss Cathy, yesssss...I want to blow your b*****r...I want to suck his cock....." {The old me was gone. What remained was a woman that needed to cum badly} "....Ahhhhhhhhh... …Oh God yes… ...Faster Baby... ...faster!"
I started to push Cathy's hand into my pussy with some attitude now. My daughter slid her hand out from under mine. Without skipping a beat, I replaced her fingers with my own.
"Oh fuck..." I moaned. "Oooooooh, FUCK!!!"

I looked up at my daughter, saw that she was working her pants down and pushing her hand into her own crotch now. I helped her pull her pants down with my free hand, eager to share this feeling that was washing over me.
"I'm gunna cum Cat. Oh Christ... ...I'm gunna cum again Baby!"
Cathy found her own coochie and began to strumm her pussy. The thought that my own daughter was now playing with her pussy while she watched me do the same thing, brought me right to the edge.
"Oh fuck Cat!! Fuck!!! Ummmmmmmmmmm…"
The sloshing noises were loud, bouncing of the walls of the small bathroom. Moans and gasps for air began to drown out the wet slapping sounds as we dug at our pussies with an insistence that grew by the second.

"Oh fuck Cathy...” I gasped. “I want to… …to suck... suck your b*****r’s dick!!!” The words spilled out of my mouth in spurts…the same way the hot juices spilled from between my legs.
“I want him to cum in my mouth.” I told her, one hand filled with hot wet pussy, the other with the roundness of my breast. “…so I can swallow it.” I confessed.
“ Oh my god yes!! I can’t believe this. I can’t believe this Cat!!!"
I planted my feet on the slippery floor and lifted my ass off the toilet seat. The back of my head pushed hard against the toilet tank lid as I pushed four fingers into my pussy. I stared at Cathy, watched her doing what I was doing; watched as she quietly brought a hurried passion to an absolute frenzy in a matter of seconds.
I fucked myself harder, dug deeper. I moved uncontrollably, slipping from one edge of the toilet seat to the other as if something alive had found its way into the darkness of my pussy. Cathy stood next to me, pants down past her knees, her back pressed hard against the wall, her fingers now fucking her as if they had a mind of their own. We stared into each other’s eyes; the thrill of watching and being watched, new and exhilarating.

I was cumming like before. Harder than before… I threw my head back.
"Oh my god!! Oh my god.......oh fuck Cathy. I can't stop!!!"I blurted out with a real concern as I struggled to stay on the toilet and ride the wave.
I sounded more like I was pleading for help rather than stating a fact. But Cat was in no position to help.

“I know, I know!” Cat gasped, propped against the wall beside me, her chin pressed hard into her chest, her brow furrowed and bottom lip securely trapped between her teeth.
Cathy closed her eyes. Her head went back against the wall hard, her legs bent at the knee and began to shake and quiver. She slowly slid down the wall to come to rest near my feet on the wet tile floor, her fingers still moving franticly between her legs never giving up the task. . She came with a long slow growl that sounded like an angry a****l, coming from somewhere deep inside her.

My cum splashed around my fingers and sprayed my inner thighs. I tilted my head and craned my neck. I wanted to see. I wanted to make sure it was really happening. Squirting was new to me. I moaned through clenched teeth as my cunt quivered and throbbed as well. My asshole seized, puckered in and out as my pussy f***ed more and more of my wet sloppy juices around my fingers and down the crack of my ass.

As the dust settled, we both slowed our pace to a more gentle, soothing massage. Within a few minutes, when the monster had loosened its hold, and we could breathe again…we made eye contact once again.
Cathy got on her knees and steadied herself with one hand on the wall and the other on my knee.
"Mmmmmmmm…" I was lost in the moment for I don’t know how long.
"Baby... ...Baby..." I touched her hand. "We have to get cleaned up and get out of here Sweetie."

I had no idea how long all of this had taken. I was pretty concerned that we’d spent way too much time in there. Was Johnny still in the shower? Was Cathy’s father on his way home? I lay there while Cathy got up, pulled her pants up, and washed her hands. I gathered my wits. I picked up my wet pants and panties, and put them on. I went to zip them up forgetting I’d broken the zipper; I snapped the snap and let my blouse hang out. My head was still spinning and I was still surprisingly weak.

Cathy and I stood there for a few seconds and just looked at each other. I rolled my eyes and shook my head. It was kind of nice to know that we were so much alike. It was nice to let someone else know who I really am sometimes.
"Baby, this has to stay just between us, O.K.?"
Cathy smiled at me and agreed.
“Not even your b*****r.” I told her.
She smiled and I just started laughing. I didn't know what else to do. I felt like I was in high school. Cathy leaned close and kissed me on the cheek. She smiled again, took a deep breath and opened the bathroom door. She stuck her head out, looked around, and then hurried out. I waited a minute or so before I did the same.
"We'll talk about this some more later on tonight, OK Sweetie?"
Cat just smiled that beautiful smile and shook her head. "I can't wait" she whispered.

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Categories: Taboo
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5 months ago
Wow. Powerful !
6 months ago
wow almost ummmed myself without touching
7 months ago
Uuuuhg! that was sooo fucking hot I can't wait to read on thanks
2 years ago
go for Part 3
2 years ago
a full 5 x
3 years ago
awesomely intense
3 years ago
Very intense