It was mesmerizing watching Mom's large tits oscillate back and forth. It didn't matter how often I'd seen them this weekend. We were in our favorite position. Mom laid on her back, and I knelt between her legs. Her hips were slightly raised, with a pillow underneath her. Her legs hooked around my waist, pulling me closer. My cock buried deep inside of her cunt.
It wasn't about fucking her as hard as I could. I've done that already. It was about being close. Slow, and rhythmic grinding. It was about feeling her hairy labia tickle my skin. It was about her little sighs of pleasure whenever I thrust particularly deep. It was about looking into her beautiful eyes, and seeing nothing but mutual love. It was about running my hand along her smooth stomach, caressing her.
We've been at it for close to half an hour. Thirty minutes of leisurely, calm lovemaking. I could maybe go for another thirty, if I wanted. Mom already came once. Her whole body shuddered with her climax, but I didn't stop. Over the past two days, I learned more than I thought was possible. Gone was the old Derrick, who came within a minute of sticking his dick into his sister's tight hole. I knew how to last now, thanks to that very same sister. An exercise of muscles, holding back the flood. Mental fortitude, resisting the temptation. And, of course, lots and lots of practice.
The jar stood open on the nightstand. Only about a quarter of the cream was left. Every ten minutes, I pulled my cock out, dipped my hand in the jar, and re-applied more of the stuff, before pushing back in. Not a lot, just a little. Enough to keep the fire burning. Enough to make her gasp with the renewed sensation. Enough to keep me in a near permanent state of just-about-to-fucking-explode bliss.
Mom looked to be completely out of it, in a world of her own. Sexual nirvana, she called it. A small rivulet of drool ran down her cheeks, and her eyes were glazed over. A thin sheen of sweat covered both our bodies.
I wondered how long it was possible to ride on just the edge of an orgasm. I could touch it, it was just over the hill. My entire body tingled with anticipation, but I held it at bay. Held it off just far enough to dip my feet in it, but not get swept away.
"Jesus fuck how long are you two going to take?"
The door to my room flew open, and Olivia waltzed in. She had a beige bath towel wrapped around herself, and a blue one wrapped around her head.
Mom looked up, and wiped the drool off of herself with the back of her hand.
"Good morning, honey."
"Morning, Olive," I added.
"Don't call me that, prick," my sister huffed.
Olivia hadn't actually changed that much, despite my hopes. I was hoping that now that we've had sex over a dozen times together she'd be a nicer person, but that was apparently too much to ask. Not that I think she actually meant it, though. It was more like a friendly game, now. Unfortunately for her, I had the upper hand, considering I was the only one in the house who had what she desperately wanted. A penis.
"Why not, OLIVE?"
My sister walked over to the glass jar, and dipped her finger in it. Just a little bit, which she applied to her lips like lip balm. She dipped her finger in it again, and scooped out a little more.
"Looks like the two of you need some help."
Mom gave a yelp as soon as Olivia placed the cream covered finger directly on top of her clit. The yelp turned into a moan halfway through, and Olivia started tracing circles. She wasn't look at Mom, though. She was looking at me. Her head moved closed, and closer, and she pressed her lips on mine.
My lips tingled upon contact, like dozens of tiny needles prickling. A much bigger, softer needle in the form of her tongue needled its way into my mouth. It wasn't fair how good she was at kissing. Even without the stuff.
Mom's moaning grew louder, and her body writhed more and more. That, in turn, increased the stimulation on my cock. Exercise or not, I was only human, and I've been looking forward to cumming for a while now.
So I didn't fight it. I let my sister send me off into the warm rush of ecstasy. I felt the power coursing my through my body, as I pumped my mother full of cum. Wave, after wave of hot semen.
Even through the haze of raw, sexual desire, it was fascinating to be able to fuck her. When I was growing up, she was always there for me. It didn't matter what it was, I could always go to her for help. I never really thought of her as a woman, she was just my mom. Pure, and innocent.
And now I was fucking her. I've heard her say things so filthy I couldn't believe they were coming out of her mouth. I watched her crawl across on the room on her hands and knees, begging me to shove my cock inside of her cunt.
With my balls completely drained, I relaxed. Olivia noticed it, and broke the kiss. I sat down on the bed, resting my back against the headboard. My cock was still hard. Big, and solid. I've never felt more powerful, or more masculine. White semen started leaking out of my mom's hairy pussy. The one thing that seemed to be taboo above all else. I knew she was on the pill, but I still relished the act. The possibilities. It was intoxicating.
Olivia pulled me out of my momentary reverie by gripping my cock. She must have gotten more of the cream, because my cock started tingling in that by-now so familiar way. A promise of good things to come. She pumped it a couple of times, spreading the tingle everywhere.
She grabbed the hem of the towel wrapped around herself with two hands, and flung it open. Her perfectly toned body revealed itself. Cute, small B cup breasts. The hints of a six pack. Clean shaven, wet pussy. My cock twitched in anticipation.
Olivia turned around, and sat down on my stomach. Hard enough for me to wince.
"Fucking wimp," she scoffed.
A small wet patch formed by my bellybutton. She swung her leg over mine, and scooted further down. Bracing herself on the bed, she raised her hip, and guided her wet pussy to the top of my aching cock.
What followed can only be described as abuse at the hands of a horny, unforgiving slut. She treated me like a human scratching post. Driven by some sort of animalistic need, she slammed herself down on my cock, over and over. It was interesting, to say the least. Interesting, and intense. Interesting, intense, and wonderful. I knew I definitely wasn't going to last a long time, not with such a ferocious pounding.
A minute later, and her moans turned into grunts of effort. The towel on her head unravelled, and wet strands of hair tickled my chest. The aroma of strawberry shampoo filled my nostrils. The sound of my sister's dripping wet cunt grinding against my hard cock filled my ears. Sweat dripped down her forehead.
Olivia actually came seconds before I did. Her body started trembling, and she hoisted herself off my cock. Suddenly, the entire weight of her body just dropped on top of me, nearly knocking out my breath. My cock twitched one last time, and I shot an enormous rope of cum. It flew through the air, and splattered all over my sister's delicate skin.
I grabbed her tits, and squeezed her nipples. She sucked in her breath, just as another spurt of cum splashed on her toned stomach. And another, and another. Her head rolled back, and I bent over to embrace her in a kiss.
After both of us calmed down again, she snuggled up against me. Sometimes she could be really snuggly and soft, in a way that made me feel like she really did appreciate the fact that I was alive. Sometimes her words said otherwise.
"Damn it you little shit, now I need to shower again," she muttered, but she just nestled herself closer into my embrace, and smiled.
"I think we could all use one," remarked Mom.
Funny, but I almost forgot she had been there. It was hard to think about anything but sex when you've just been creamed up. She sat at the other end of the bed, one hand slowly moving between her legs.
"Dad's going to be back in two hours," said Olivia.
I closed my eyes, and tried to ignore the onset of panic that bubbled up whenever anyone brought up Dad. He was the reason this whole thing even started. All because of a dumb prank I wanted to play on him.
"What are we going to do?" I asked, after nobody said anything for a while. "We can't just... tell him, right?"
"No, of course not," Mom replied. "This has to stop."
"But—"
