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Chapter 2: Mom Knows About Sis
We had finished our shower and were sitting in bed. Mom was snuggled up against me, with my arm draped over her shoulder, gently stroking her tit. She looked up at me and smiled, then snuggled even closer. I heard a soft sigh and had to smile. I had just made a long time fantasy come true. I had fucked my own mom.
"Sammy?" Mom's voice was soft and low. "I need to ask you something. It's very important for me and I really need your honest answer. Ok?" I sat up straighter and mom did also. She turned and looked at me. There was concern in her face.
"Yes mom?" I kind of knew what she was about to say. She was feeling guilty about what we had done. She needed for me to tell her that I didn't think badly of her about it. I looked at her as I stroked her face.
"You don't think badly of me, do you? I mean, its incest to have sex with your kid! We could go to jail if anyone ever found out." I laughed as my hand slipped from her face to stroking her tit. The nipple grew hard as my fingers lightly touched it.
"If I were a kid, then you could go to jail. At most, people will think us perverted. They would swear that it was you who seduced me instead of me taking you. But no mom, I don't think badly of you. In fact, I love you even more than before. Now we share a love deeper than that between a mother and son."
Mom grew quiet and leaned back against me. I felt her hand take my soft dick. I moaned as she began to slowly squeeze then let go. I knew that if she kept that up, I would soon be hard. "Do you still want more, mom?"
Instead of answering me, mom slipped down on the bed. I groaned as she took my semi-hard dick into her mouth. Damn, but that woman could give head. I was starting to let my hips rise and fall in rhythm to her pumping mouth when she stopped and looked up at me.
"Am I as good in bed as your other girlfriends?" I stroked her hair, pushing her mouth back down on my throbbing dick. "Mom! They aren't even in the same league with you. They are children compared to how you make me feel."
Mom slipped her mouth all the way down until I felt the ring at the back of her throat. Then she pushed a bit more and I felt her deep-throat me. I almost came! It felt just that damn good! She lifted her head and looked at me.
"Am I as good in bed, as Gwendolyn is?" I looked down at her and my mouth must have fell open. Gwendolyn was my sister. And I had been fucking her since her 19th birthday. She was 24 now. And just about the wildest piece of ass I have ever fucked. There isn't anything that that girl doesn't love.
"You know about Gwendolyn and me? How long have you known?" Mom settled back to slowly licking the length of my dick. It had gone semi-soft at her words. But I needed to know just what she knew about my sister and me.
I pulled her up to me. "Mom. When did you now about us? How long have you known? Why didn't you say something before now? Answer me mom."
She looked at me. Something in my face must have told her that this was not the time to be coy. She placed her hand on my chest and pushed a bit from me. "Ok Sammy! Easy! I'll tell you. But first could I have a glass of wine? In fact, could we go down to the den and light a fire?"
It was 3:30 in the morning. I think that we had started around 10pm. I nodded and got up out of bed. My dick, bobbing between my thighs as I walked. I threw on a warm robe and started downstairs. Mom soon followed, wearing her fluffy robe also.
As she walked, I could see flashes of her soft chocolate colored thighs. Damn, but she was one good-looking black woman. I lit a match to the pile of wood that lay in the fireplace. While the kindling caught, I fixed both of us a glass of wine. The fire soon caught and mom sat watching the flames.
"It was New Years Eve. You were 24, and Gwennie was 20. I was so glad that you had decided to come home and spend it with us. I remember that we all drank a bit much that night. I knew that I had to get to bed soon after the ball dropped. So I told you two good night and went to my room.