When my mother finished swallowing my first load of cum for the day, she sat back down in the chair opposite mine, and wiped her mouth with a coy look about her. I could only sit half slumped in my chair with my cock twitching, sloppy wet with my mother's saliva. Even after last night and again this morning, it was hard to believe that one of my deepest, darkest fantasies had become a reality. And based on what she was hinting at in regards to my sister Rachel, my number one fantasy was going to be fulfilled today too.
"Now eat your breakfast." She said in her motherly tone. "I've got all the protein I need today." She laughed at her wit, and stood up to go to the bathroom.
Moments later I heard the shower turn on. I was four bites into my eggs and I contemplated abandoning my breakfast and going in there with her and fucking her again. But I knew if I was going to have my sister I wanted to have all the stamina I could muster.
Admittedly, just the thought of having Rachel on her back with her legs spread for me was enough to harden my dick again, but I didn't mind. It was just me and mom now, and David and Melissa wouldn't be home until the tomorrow afternoon.
Rachel was to arrive around noon, so I still had some time to clean up the house, and myself for that matter. I went to work cleaning the dishes and general trash cleanup that there always seemed to be in our teeny kitchen, and by the time I was done I heard the shower turn off. My thoughts about Rachel had kept me semi-erect, but images of my glistening wet mother brought me to full mast.
I quickly stepped out of the kitchen and walked brazenly into the bathroom. Mom actually shouted at first, instinctively covering herself up with nervous laughter.
"Get outta here you insatiable man!"
"I am insatiable, for you." I whispered into her ear as I grabbed her and pulled her ass into me. Her hair was still dripping wet, her body literally glittering with the light of the sun coming through the window. I had never seen a woman her age so sexy. Her tits were low, but still had health to them, and her hips, my god her hips. They were the hips of motherhood.
The hips that I lived between.
I reached around and used my first two fingers to massage her clit, and I could feel her tremble at my touch. The rich flowery scent of her shampoo was still powerful in her soaking wet hair; I breathed it in and kissed her on the back of her neck, and behind her ear as I groped at her breasts and played with her clit.
"Bubby," she moaned, her eyes closed now, leaning back into me, her ass pressed hard against my swollen member. "Oooh, Bubby."
"Bend over the counter," I said, pushing her away but keeping a hand on her hips. She immediately assumed the position, her legs wide and her wet vagina glistening, open for her son. I couldn't simply fuck her again. I had to taste her.
I got on my knees and I buried my face between my mother's ass cheeks, and the sweet, warm juices of my mother's cunt, my birthplace, filled my mouth. Her legs trembled and I could feel her body tense up, but my tongue was as insatiable as my cock. I buried my tongue further still in her pussy, feeling the walls inside her clench and tremble while she dripped all over my mouth and my nose.
"Hoooo-hooooleeeeey ffffuuuck, Bubby!" she moaned. "Oh, sweet Jesus, get in there baby boy. Taste me, taste your mother's juices. Ooooh fuck, Bubby feel how wet I am for you?"
I moaned into her pussy in response, and she trembled again. It wasn't long before her I felt her cumming all over my tongue. I let her ride my face while she let out whimpers of pleasure, and just when her body began to relax, I stood, and slowly slid my rock hard cock into her.
"Mmmmmm, yessssss," she breathed into the cold bathroom counter. "Nice and slow, Bubby."
Now she reached back with her left hand and pulled her ass cheeks apart, so that I could see my swollen red member slide in and out of her slick wet hole. It was more than I could take. I couldn't look away, just listening to my mother moan my name and feel her slick wetness squeezing my cock with each thrust, it was the hottest thing I'd ever seen.
My body locked with my arms around her from behind, my cock buried as deep inside of her as I could, and I blasted what felt like the biggest load of my life deep inside my mother's sopping wet pussy.
"Ohhh, my God, mom." I groaned, looking down I could see dribbles of my white jizz seeping out of her hole. "Fuck me, this is too good."
My mom laughed out loud, "My thoughts exactly."
"Okay, finish cleaning up, we gotta get ready for Rachel." I said as I pulled out of her and gave her a slap on the ass. She shot me a look that said, watch it, mister, but it was difficult to take seriously when she did it at the same time as she reached down and swept a dollop of my cum off her pussy lips with her thumb and sucked it all off without breaking eye contact.
I couldn't stop smiling. Shutting the door behind me, I began to wonder if the attraction to incest was genetic. What were the odds that my mom AND me are both into fucking each other, when incest only occurs in ten percent of the population? Looking out to my driveway, still bereft of my sister's car, I could only hope.
I had the house cleaned and myself cleaned of my incestuous post-coital stickiness by the time she arrived. She was wearing a pear of tight black yoga pants, and a sweatshirt that was just a little too big for her. She looked just like I remembered her though; thick brown hair, green eyes, freckly face, and fat, bouncy ass. When she bent over to get her luggage I had a perfectly good view of it. In fact in the time that she had delivered three children, it had lost some of its former "bounciness", but was larger than before, which I was more than happy to see.
My mom caught me staring at her ass and shot me with her elbow, giving me a wry smirk.
"How was the drive?" my mom asked while Rachel continued to dig in her car with her magnificent ass pointed at us. With my mom and I's shared new hobby, I didn't feel bad at all to flat out stare at the mound that could be seen between my sister's luscious thighs.
"Boring." She answered. "Hey, Aaron, do you remember that huge ass waterfall you and I took pictures at that one time?" she finally stood up and winced in the sunlight as she asked.
"Mhmm,"
"Well remember how it was like, stupid crowded when we went? I drove by there on my way here, and there was literally no one there. I was like, 'pff. Now I know when we need to come back.'"
I tried to ignore the implication, so I helped her with her suitcase and led her inside.
"Such a sweet gentleman," My sister cooed, walking side by side with my mom behind me.
"Got a cute butt too," My mom added bravely.
My sister laughed and I heard the sound of her trademark backhand-whatever-body-part-is-closest maneuver that she was known for whenever you embarrassed her.
"Mom!"
