If you read the first part you would know that I had gotten into a very naughty situation with both my mom and sister. Sis was awed by the fact that I had seduced mom as well. She kept asking me about mom on chat. We tried to avoid doing anything naughty because we didn't want mom to become suspicious. However, talking about the episode always ended up with me jerking off and I could feel the pressure building up between us. We both wanted to do it again.
After two excruciating weeks of repeated chats and online masturbation sessions, sis broke the ice. I was happy to let her take the lead. I think she was embarrassed to suggest anything but playing carrom. That seemed like a code word that got me all worked up. I dressed suitably with no underwear this time and a longish t-shirt to cover my obvious intentions. I convinced myself that if she didn't approach me. I decided that I would not initiate anything. That thought went out the window the moment I saw her..
She wore a thin strapped t-shirt with a low neck. It extinguished what was left of my sanity, which was not so much to begin with. She wore a short flared skirt that gave me more than a glimpse of her awesome thighs and knees. I remembered reading somewhere that a woman's knees were one of the attractive parts of her body. Now I knew it to be true. I sat down and my face already felt hot and flushed. She seemed to be in a similar mood. Her hands shook as she prepared the board for playing. When she bent over, her t-shirt barely was able to contain her breasts. It was so hot that I reached over and gave each one a little squeeze, realising that there was no bra under it. It was stupid of me to assume a bra could be worn under such a hot looking garment without it being apparent. She gasped and looked at me in mischievously. As she moved, one strap fell off her shoulder.
"Where are your manners? Can you please adjust the strap please? I am quite busy right now!" she said looking up at me.
I got up from my seat showing her why I was so reluctant to stand. She giggled when I walked over to her. Without batting an eyelid, I plunged my hand into her t-shirt and cupped the globe closest to me. She moaned and leaned back.
"I meant the strap but I am still OK with your inability to understand," she groaned.
She pushed her hand inside the leg of my shorts and explored inside it. Her slow movements drove me crazy. She took her time to get to my balls. She had definitely become more confident since the first time. She cupped them and squeezed gently. I held her breast in my palm feeling its warmth and growing nipple. The nipple was hard. I slowly pulled it with my fingers making her hand tighten around my balls. Her hand moved up to my pulsating cock, feeling its length.
"What would mom say, if she saw us now?" she crooned.
"Maybe join us?" I laughed but my laugh came out like a moan. I could picture both of them fighting for my cock.
"Do you like her better than me?" she asked, looking up at me earnestly.
"I guess she has more experience."
"Maybe she can teach me how to make you feel good," she murmured.
"Oh god, what are we saying?" I asked as she pulled my cock out of the confines of my shorts. She looked at it as if seeing it for the first time. Her tongue darted out and tasted the tip. I put one knee on the arm of the chair and moved closer. She avoided my thrusts playfully. It felt frustrating and hot at the same time. She got me to kneel on the chair with my feet on either side of her. The seat was big enough for that. Her mouth felt hot and wet. She playfully explored the tip with her tongue, biting gently as she did so.
Unfortunately, our session was cut short suddenly. I could hear mom calling out. I hurriedly jumped off the chair and replied that we were playing carrom. My voice sounded like a croak. I barely managed to get back to my seat when the door opened. Mom came in looking gorgeous in the same dress she wore the first time I helped her with the light bulb. She noticed my face and my roving eyes and it was her turn to blush. She didn't seem to be wearing a bra under the dress. I couldn't make out her panties which made it quite hot. I finally managed to stop staring.
"What are you guys upto?"
"Hey mom, join us for a game of carrom," said my sister Sara, looking at my mom.
Before mom could say anything, Sara leaned towards mom twisting in her seat and pulled her towards us. Mom didn't resist much.
"I will play with you and Josh," she said winking at me.
I was almost about to run off.
"No you two can play. I want to watch," said mom, pulling a chair. Her face went quite red again when she realised what she had just said.
She pulled a chair and sat next to me and I couldn't help noticing her legs and body. Sara saw me check mom out and winked again. She bent over, taking a lot of time to set the board. Her breasts were in plain view and I just watched them move about. Mom had an amused look on her face. I looked at her. She blushed.
"Hey, bro, get the powder," Sara said.
"Me? Er yes," I said, getting up and almost sitting down again when I realised what sis was trying to do. It was too late. I walked over to the place where the bottle was and came back to my seat. I avoided mom's eyes but I could see that she was blushing. Needless to say my cock stood out like a sore thumb.
After sis finished covering the board with powder, I stood up again and leaned across mom to keep the bottle on the table which was closer. My cock was inches away from her face. I was getting a lot of bad thoughts. I remembered the time she almost fell and how I grabbed her soft body. I sat back in my seat. Sis bent over to take her first shot. She completed her shot and gave the disc over to me. I got an idea. I struck the disc hard as I could. The disc sailed neatly into my sister's cleavage. I was wondering what she would ask me to do. She calmly pushed her neckline down and pulled it out laughing.
Mom was shocked.
"Mom he does this all the time!"
"No I do not!"
"Yes you do!"
"Now stop fighting like kids!" she said but her eyes were going back and forth between the two of us.
We played for a few more minutes.
"Mom, do you want to play a couple of shots?" I asked. I was still hard. She took the disc from me and leaned closer taking aim. I could see her cleavage clearly.
"No you can't play from there, Mom," said Sara in a childish voice.
"You can sit on the arm of my couch mom," I said.
