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Incest, hetero, sex, blow job, gay, bisexual, family, brother, mum, sister
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With Mum a widowed mother she moved us to a new home; a move planned by her to begin not just a new life but a new way of life -- to turn us into a newly liberated family.
As the eldest son I was soon informed that Mum considered me to be the 'man of the house' and that very same night I was called upon to prove my status as she brought me to her bed where we then made wild and wonderful love.
It was there that I also understood that Mum's plans included getting all of us to share our love together and Mum was quite convinced that it would be a relatively easy task to encourage my siblings to join in.
Sarah was something of an unknown quantity but Mum just knew that Andy would be more than willing to do so!
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It was hard to tell exactly what woke me the following morning, if indeed I was really awake. My alarm clock was still in a box or bag somewhere so it wasn't that and it seemed to be quiet outside, but something had brought me back from my delicious dream-filled sleep. In my now half-woken condition I swore I could actually feel the sensation of Mum's body as it still excited and delighted my cock and I knew even in my subconscious mind that I was still erect and very hard.
I'm not usually too bad at remembering my dreams and last night's dreams had quite inevitably been both vivid and incredible -- although perhaps I was actually still dreaming.
My memories were of my sexy gorgeous Mum bouncing up and down on my cock as it probed her energetic inner cavity; of the way her generous breasts had been bouncing too; of the hardness of her lovely nipples; of Mum's expressions and words as she rode me.
I'd dreamed of the way her deliciously wet and slippery pussy had let me slide inside and the way it had then squeezed and caressed and sucked at my cock so eagerly.
I'd felt again the strength of the powerful orgasms that had pumped spunk from my cock deep into Mum's vagina and of the way Mum had had her own orgasms, shuddering and jerking wildly atop me.
And I knew that I'd woken once during the night, finding my hand to be around my very erect penis but drifted off again because last night I was in no need of further relief; I was already replete.
I also remembered the way we'd showering together and as I began to surface from my slumbers I remembered too Mum's hand around my cock and I felt my semi-conscious body lifting my hips to push my cock through her imaginary fist...or was it my fist around my cock?
With my eyes closed but with my mind gradually waking I gathered my senses, realising now that my hands were by my sides. So the hand around my cock right now definitely wasn't a dream and nor was it mine. It felt real and warm and very much alive...
With a jerk I opened my eyes -- and there was Mum, knelt stark naked beside my air bed, her head beneath the folds of my sleeping bag but now withdrawing as she obviously realised that I was awake.
With a fluid movement she threw back my covers to expose my naked body and my cock, which stood there all wet, hard and shiny with her fingers wrapped around the base.
"Morning darling -- did you like that?" she asked as she licked her lips.
"Oh, what?" I answered as I tried to muster my senses as I moved from sleepy dreaming to wide awake, "What on earth were you doing?"
"Move over darling," said Mum as she pushed me to one side, "Let me get at you better."
She now knelt on the mattress, side on to me and my response changed from shock to delight as Mum lowered her head once more and engulfed most of my cock, her lips and tongue now busy on my shaft and knob.
"Oh God -- yes Mum, yes!" I hissed as the sensations grew.
Her tongue seemed to be remarkably prehensile, seemingly curling around the rim of my knob, probing into my little hole and caressing my shaft. Her lips held me tightly even as her hand rubbed my flesh up and down -- it was quite an incredible way to be awakened. With wide awake eyes now I absorbed the sight of my naked mother beside the bed, her breasts hanging and swaying heavily, her nipples extended and aroused as her head bobbed over my lap and I felt my penis swell with additional excitement.
I was definitely and completely awake now, just loving the touch on my tender and excitable organ as Mum worked on me, but now it seemed it was my turn to do some work.
Mum released her hold on my cock and knelt more upright, leaving my erection standing there, quivering and jerking from my arousal.
"Are you fit?" asked Mum as one of her hands stroked between her legs, "I want some more of that lovely cock inside me. Do you know, it must be the sea air or something, but I feel so incredibly randy now we're here."
"Certainly seems like something's got into you Mum!" I enthused, this 'new' Mum delighting me enormously, "Do you want me to get up?"
"No darling, you stay there, I want to be on top of you again; it was so good last night," she said, her hands on my chest now as she adjusted her position until she was astride me.
No sooner had she spoken than she was settling, her hand now guiding my erection to the wet crevice of her loins. Briefly she rubbed my cock in her juices and then, with a final small adjustment she let her body slowly fall downwards; letting my penis penetrate slowly and smoothly into her vagina.
"I need to feel you deep inside me again and when I sit on you like this it goes so far up insi-i-i-i...aaaahhh!" she said, her words shattering as my cock slid smoothly and completely into her cunt.
"Oooohh Chris, I needed that," she breathed a few moments later as her pussy settled my cock within it, "Oh yesss, he's so deep inside -- that's wonderful."
Her warm soft bum was now resting on my hip bones while the end of my cock felt as if it must be somewhere up near her kidneys. Her eyes had closed as she settled herself, her hips rolling, her pussy sucking and squeezing me, her mouth forming anguished and animated shapes as my cock slid into her depths.
Awake but still in an almost dreamlike state I lay back as Mum rode me, rising and falling above me, her thighs and buttocks working steadily to thrill herself on my erection. Every so often Mum would bring a hand to my chest where her fingers would tweak my nipples or twist in my scant hair.
Then those same fingers would slide down until they found the junction between us and would slip between her lips and each time that they stroked her wet clit Mum's body would shudder and convulse around my cock with ripples of muscular contractions squeezing my shaft almost violently.
Each traverse of her fingers seemed to send Mum's body further and further towards her orgasm -- she seemed to be climbing from one plateau to the next -- each level producing a mini orgasm or perhaps a step to her final crescendo and each level brought forth ever more exciting movements and sounds.
"Oh Chris -- oh heavens!" she gasped, her tits bouncing in my face and her bum bounced on my lap, "Oh my God, oh my God!"
For a few more minutes the only sounds were of her breathing and the slapping of our flesh before she spoke again.
"Ahhh, ahhh, oh I can't stop, can't stop!" she moaned, her hips quivering frantically, "I'm so close -- so close!"
From beneath her now my own breath was pumping in and out -- I may not have been doing much but her efforts were affecting me too but it was Mum who was making the sounds.
