I woke up early Thanksgiving morning, the smell of Mommy's pussy still strong in my bed. I reached beneath my pillow for her panties and pressed them against my face. They were stained with her dried juices. I slipped off my boxers and slipped on the panties, my dick already hard at the thought. They were small, and I stretched them, and the head of my dick was sticking out the top. But I liked the way the material felt on the tender skin on the underside of my cock. I kept them on as a surprise for later, as I threw on my sweat pants and t-shirt.
I left my room. The house was mostly silent, until I approached the stairs and heard her in the basement. I went down the steps quietly, so I could watch her for a while. She was completely nude. Two bottles of breast milk were already full on the desk, but she was expressing a few drops at a time from each tit, moaning into the camera, her other hand between her legs below the desk, her legs alternating parting and then squeezing together.
It looked like she was going to cum on camera. She was really working herself up for it.
I paid close attention to where the camera was pointing. I saw that I could come up behind her and not show my face, so I waited for the right moment.
She was very close. Her legs got twitchy, as I had seen them before, and her moans got louder.
When I was certain she was at the point of no return, I rushed up behind her, and put my hands around her throat. At first I thought I had ruined it, but after her initial startle reflex, the adrenaline rush pushed her over the edge, and she started cumming, jerking and "Oh fuck! Ohhhhh God yeah. OhmyGodyeah..."
I kept one hand on her throat and then gagged her with the other, slipping my fingers into her mouth. She screamed into my hand and it started another wave. She bounced up and down on the chair, throwing her head back far enough to see my face as she came. Looking down at her, out of control, cumming for the camera, she was entirely beautiful. I took my hand off her neck and pulled her hair, to make her look up at me even more sharply, her neck bent back over the headrest.
And that was when I knew that I had taken complete control of her. Whenever I watch her videos, I am totally under her spell. But here, and now, I knew she would do whatever I commanded.
"Cum again," I whispered, as I pulled her hair and held my fingers in her mouth. She moved both hands swiftly down between her legs, both her tits leaking milk that dripped on her thighs. One of her hands went inside her. The other flicked her clit, then her palm pressed circles on her mound.
It took a few minutes, but she came for me again. Not as big as the first time. A slow, rolling orgasm that spread her out in the chair until I thought she was going to slide down onto the floor. I loosened my grip on her hair then, and I took my fingers out of her mouth. She lifted her hands above her head for me, and I kissed them, smelling her, and I stepped away.
I stood to the side where she could see me, but off camera. I wanted to see how she wrapped this video up. But she had nearly forgotten about the recording. I saw when she realized it. "Oh, shit!" she said, and then stared directly into the camera. There was nothing more she could say. She sucked her fingers clean, and she wiped her nipples dry. Then she clicked her mouse to stop the session.
She sat there, not looking at me, her head down, her hair making a curtain of her face, still catching her breath.
"Come here," I said. And she stood up on wobbly legs and came to me, collapsing in my arms, tears wetting my shirt. My hand went back into her hair, stroking it lovingly. Her naked body was pasted against me, and I resented my clothes. But I felt powerful, with her completely nude and wet and spent, and me hard and loaded.
"Thank you," she said, and turned her face to mine and we kissed, deeply and long. I explored her mouth. She opened fully. Then she sucked my tongue and she held it inside her, flicking it with hers. When she opened her mouth again, she kept her lips parted. Then she just put her arms around me and sank her head deeply into my chest.
"Happy Thanksgiving," I said.
She smiled, but said, "Your sister will be up soon. We better pull ourselves together."
I laughed, "I'm together! You, however, are a mess." I grabbed her by the hair again to make my point, and kissed her again, deeply and rough. But then I released her, for now.
"Time for a perfectly normal Thanksgiving meal," I offered. "Do you need any help?"
It was her turn to laugh, "You've helped enough! Go watch a parade or a ballgame or whatever it is you do."
"Or a video," I said, just kidding. I knew I needed to spend some time with my sister and have a normal day. And for the next few hours, that is exactly what happened.
Normal, yes, other than the looks Mommy and I gave each other across the table. If there had been another adult there, we never would have gotten away with it. But we kept our hands off each other through the meal, and through the afternoon, even during the squirt's nap.
But during naptime, Mommy came and sat beside me on the sofa, and suggested, "You'll only be home for two more days. One really, since you have to drive back to school Saturday. It's all happening so fast! I thought maybe we could keep up what we started, if you want. I mean, we can reenact one of my videos each night, and you can help me record some special ones in the mornings."
I just said, "You haven't let me cum yet today."
She smiled and said, "We'll take care of that tonight. But I get to pick the video."
Then I surprised her by saying, "I don't want to fuck you tonight."
"You don't?" she sounded disappointed.
"No, I want our first time to be on camera tomorrow morning."
She went from disappointed to excited, "Oh! But why do you want to wait?"
"Because tonight, you are in charge. But tomorrow, we do it how I want."
I don't think she had thought about it like that until now, but she liked it. She shivered with the idea that I would be in control when I fucked her. And then she got a naughty look when she replied, "Well if I'm in charge tonight, I'm going to make the most of it."
"I'm counting on it," I said.
The waiting lasted forever. I distracted myself by playing big brother and by watching TV. But when Mommy went up to put the kid to bed, she whispered in my ear, "Go watch one of my milking videos. No special content. Just watch and keep yourself hard for me."
Keeping myself hard was easy. I didn't even have to touch myself. I took off my clothes, all except her panties that I was still wearing, and I put my laptop on the bed beside me, playing an assortment of her milking herself in her robe. My mouth was hanging open and my dick was throbbing for the next half hour, until Mommy came into my room.
She had her robe wrapped around her, and I couldn't wait to see what she had on beneath it. At first she ignored me, as she walked around to my computer and looked for the video she wanted. But before she started playing it, she noticed me there wearing her panties, my hard-on jutting out from the top elastic. She was delighted.
