This is my entry in the April Day 2019 contest. If you enjoy it please vote. Thanks.
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I loved my parents very much, especially my mother. I had to come home and help her out when my father passed away last month. I left school in California and transferred my credits to the university here in town where I grew up. I will attend in the fall and finish my final year, but for now I need to focus on family matters, taking care of things around the house.
Being away from home was at first a necessity. During my teenage years I developed a perverse sexual desire for my mother. It began by taking my mother's worn panties out of the laundry room and sneaking them into my bed where I would sniff them and rub them on my cock when I masturbated.
My mother was clearly a sexual being, and still is, which is why I needed to keep my distance from her. She would sun bathe nude along with my sister, Patti, outside by our pool. The desert southwest has a long season to sun bathe so this was not just a short seasonal temptation. My mother and sister were endowed with the most beautiful large breasts and perfectly rounded asses. They had no idea how they aroused me sexually, especially my mother.
When I first left home for college I was relieved that my mother was no longer a daily visual. I tried to have normal relationships. I met a girl, Candi, the first month away and she took my virginity. It was an amazing experience which I thought would cure me of my incestuous desires. Subliminally, however, no matter how great the sex was, it still was not as good as I had imagined it with my mother.
I had several relationships through my first years in college. The last one, Cindy, I thought was going to be the one for life. I even brought her home last Christmas holiday. My parents adored her. When we had sex in my childhood bed I found it difficult to be present, my mind imagining I am fucking my mother. Cindy was very intuitive, she sensed I wasn't with her and probably never would be, so we broke it off. Our conversation when we returned to California was awkward.
"So, who were you fucking there?" Cindy asked concerned. "It certainly wasn't me," she said.
"I can't tell you," I responded feeling ashamed that I was fantasizing about my mother when I was pounding my cock into Cindy.
"Yes you can," she insisted. "You have to face it and be honest with me or we're not going to have much of a future."
We didn't have a future. Two weeks after we returned to school, I got the call that my father had been killed in a car accident on his morning commute. I packed up my belongings and headed back home. Now it is late March with temperatures in the eighties and I have to face my unabashed mother and sister sunbathing nude by the pool.
I brought my mother and sister a fresh Margarita and tried to hurry back in the house, go to my room and rub one off, but I couldn't escape fast enough.
"Why don't you join us?" my mother invited. "But don't be like us and go all the way au naturel," she joked. "You wouldn't want to get sunburned in certain places."
It would have been awkward to say no so I went inside and put on a loose pair of swim trunks and grabbed myself a Margarita.
"So what happened to that nice girl, Cindy" my sister, Patti, asked. "You two sounded like you were really getting it on over the holidays,"
"Really?" chimed in my mother. "That's what's wrong with the split floor plans. I guess I miss out on all the children's escapades."
I just looked at them not knowing what to answer.
"My little brother was giving it to her good by the way she was moaning and screaming," Patti said to our mother. Both my mother and sister were not embarrassed or shy about sex just as they weren't about sunbathing nude in front of me.
"So what caused you to break up with Cindy?" my mother asked me earnestly. "We all liked her very much and you both seemed like a good couple."
"It was my fault," I confessed. "I wasn't honest with her. It wasn't going to work out in the long run without honesty," I concluded.
"Did you cheat on her?" Patti asked sounding thrilled she was going to hear a juicy story.
"In a way yes," I replied. "Not physically with someone else but mentally," I explained.
"So you're banging this really nice girl, who has a pretty nice ass by the way, and you're fantasizing you're with someone else?" Patti summed up.
"Women can tell that. We're pretty intuitive about those things," my mother said.
"Who was the hot girl of your dreams?" my sister asked.
"I can't say," I replied. My mother than gave me a seductive smile almost like she knew. Maybe she did know. Women are intuitive and maybe she knew I lusted after her all these years. My cock was twitching and getting hard at the thought of my mother secretly knowing my desire for her.
That's when I decided I needed to get in the pool to cool off. The sight of my mother's luscious breasts and sweet pussy was too much for me at the moment. Patti jumped in the pool to tease me further.
"All this talk about sex with hot naked women got you aroused I see," Patti said as she approached me rubbing my swollen cock through the wet material. "Mom, do you think we need to do something special for Jimmy for his birthday in a couple of days?"
"What did you have in mind, Patti?" my mother asked her.
"I know this woman at work who, how shall I say it, does a little side on the side as a sex worker," Patti explained. "I mean, she's not like a street hooker. More like an escort and she's very picky about her clientele so she'll be safe," my sister said.
I was starting to feel embarrassed which definitely helped my arousal situation. Here is my sister talking to my mother about getting me a hooker.
"I'll give her a call. She doesn't work on Mondays so she should be free. She can come over here and you two can have the house to yourself, even fuck here in the pool," Patti offered.
"Wait a minute. What makes you think I would want that?" I insisted.
"Because you're a young man with a hard penis that hasn't had sex in a while," my mother answered.
"I'm not sure about this," I kept on insisting.
"You can close your eyes and imagine her to be anyone you want her to be," my sister added.
Later that evening at the dinner table Patti confirmed the plans on having her friend come over on Monday to take care of me. Although my birthday wasn't until Wednesday, April third, Monday, April first seemed a good time because my mother and sister were both at work and I would be alone all day.
"Julie can be here around ten Monday morning," Patti said while we were eating. "I told her about you having secret fantasies with a secret lover and she says she knows exactly what to do," she further explained.
"How much does she charge?" my mother asked.
"She says this one sounds like so much fun and because she's my friend, it's on her," Patti replied. "It isn't going to be a quickie either, she has a fantastic sounding plan."
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