Originally from Georgia, I had moved North after graduating college. I married my college sweetheart and we wound up in her hometown in Pennsylvania. After many years of marriage, things grew stale and we decided to part ways.
Looking for a new start, I found work back in Georgia and decided to move back home. The change was sudden and I had no place to live yet, so I called my sister Angie to see if I could bunk on her couch for awhile. She was also divorced and lived by herself in a small house on a quiet road. We had always been close and she told me of course I could stay with her as long as I wanted.
We had actually lived together once before. She is two years older than I am and already had an apartment by the time I graduated high school. I was late making a decision on college, so I missed the first two semesters. She had a spare room and invited me to stay there till I left for school. Being 19 years old and feeling like a grown man, I was glad to finally get out of the house, for reasons I'll explain shortly. It was in that apartment that I first had sexual thoughts about her. Seeing her walk around the house in her tiny night shirt, her huge tits trying their best to escape it. I often wondered if she knew how turned on I was by her. I suspected that she probably did, and maybe she enjoyed torturing me. She would walk around in that tiny shirt and panties while I pretended to not look, but I know she caught me on at least a few occasions.
We had not seen each other in a few years, so when I arrived there was lots of hugging and talking and catching up. I could tell she had certainly aged a good bit. I'm sure she thought the same about me. What really caught my attention was how much she looked like our Mother. Her body was exactly like Moms. She was a little overweight, I guess I'd even say fat. Not obese fat, just chunky fat. Her face had gained a few hard-earned wrinkles, but she was still pretty. She had dark hair that had turned half grey hanging just below her shoulders. As with all the women in our family, she had a large ass. It was big and round and I couldn't help but wonder how the hems in her jeans kept from tearing apart.
But my favorite part, just like Mom, she had extraordinarily huge tits. Even for a big girl, they seemed too large for her frame. Her V-neck tee shirt wasn't really made to show cleavage, but her tits were pushing it out to the point that several inches of cleavage were exposed. I was trying so hard not to look. I pulled my sunglasses down from my head in hopes that they might hide my eyes as I stared at my sister's tits. I felt guilty. I hadn't even made it inside the house yet and I already wanted to see Angie naked, to fondle those breasts, to rub my cock against her ass crack. There was a time when I had the same feelings for Mom, and Angie was a spitting image of her.
Once I had seen my Mother in...well... a compromised position. I had just turned eighteen and had gone out with some friends to celebrate. I had come home earlier than I had told her I would be, and she apparently did not hear me coming in. As I passed her door, I heard a slight moan. The door was cracked just enough that I could peer inside. She was naked on her bed, her legs spread apart. She had a dildo with double heads, one in her pussy and the other in her ass. She also had a wand vibrator that she was holding tight to her clit. Her huge tits were spread apart, falling off of each side of her chest. Her nipples were standing fully erect.
She squirmed and moaned, working the vibrator with one hand while the other was slowly pushing and pulling the dildo in and out of her pussy and ass. Her pussy was hairy, but her legs were spread wide and I could easily see her lips pull in and out with each repetition of the dildo. Oh God, I was more turned on than I had ever been. I was stroking my hard cock through my jeans and fighting to keep from busting through the door and burying my head in her crotch. I wanted so bad to suck her tits, eat her dripping wet pussy, and replace that dildo with my rock hard cock. The fact that she was my Mother seemed to get lost in the ecstasy that was flowing through my whole body.
After a few minutes of watching her squirm with desire, she started moaning really loud, almost screaming. I saw liquid gushing from her pussy as she humped her hips up and down on the bed. I wanted so badly to drink up every bit. All of a sudden I felt my own body beginning to react. The orgasm I was about to have was engaging my whole system. I had to put my hand over my mouth in an attempt to quiet my own moaning. I filled my underwear and jeans with more cum than I thought was possible.
I quietly stumbled down the hallway and back outside. I waited about 30 minutes and then noisily came back in the house so she would think I just arrived back home.
After that night, I dreamed about fucking my Mother each night as I lay masturbating. I felt so dirty and guilty about it. I would try like hell to think about other women, but would always eventually drift back to thoughts of her. One morning, I was sitting at the Kitchen table eating breakfast when she came in wearing her thin, loose night gown. It could barely contain her tits, and was just long enough not to expose her pussy and ass when she bent over to retrieve a pan from the cabinet. She never even noticed that I was stroking myself under the table. I had pulled my cock from my loose underwear and rubbing myself as I stared at her exposed side boobs and ass through the nearly transparent gown. She didn't even notice as I quietly spit cum all over the bottom of the table and the Kitchen floor. I smoothly pretended to spill my drink so I could clean it all up with paper towels.
That is when I decided to attend an out-of-town college. I didn't know how much longer I could go without putting my hands on my Mother's body. So it was nice, albeit disturbing, to see my sister looking so much like her. Surely, I thought, I would able to subdue any urges at my age. I was wrong.
The first few days were laid back and drama free. We enjoyed talking, filling each other up with our life stories. My new job did not start for a few weeks, so I drove around town most days, remembering places I used to go and stopping in to see some old friends. Angie's birthday was coming up, so I bought a couple of bottles of wine and the necessary ingredients for lasagna, the only dish I had learned to cook. I thought I would surprise her for her birthday.
When the day finally came, I cooked the lasagna and uncorked the wine. Neither of us were heavy drinkers, so we got pretty tipsy by the time I opened the second bottle. Angie, who usually wore a heavy shirt to help support, or maybe hide her boobs, said she was feeling hot from the wine so she changed into shorts and a white tank top with no bra. I also went to my room to change into something more comfortable. When I returned to the living room, Angie had stretched out on the couch, one leg up on the back of the couch and the other in the floor. She was really feeling the wine now. One of her breast was about to fall out of the side of her tank top, it was almost completely exposed. Her crotch was wide open and although she was wearing shorts, they were very short and loose and had pulled over to one side. I realized that she also was not wearing any panties, as I could clearly see her pussy lips. I immediately felt my cock starting to grow. I could not take my eyes off of her. I leaned back in my chair and just stared, dreaming of the things I wished I could do with her.
"Hey" she said, startling me out of my daydream. "Are you hard?" she asked. I looked down and felt sick. I was wearing boxers. They looked kinda like shorts, so I thought nothing of it at the time. But they were also loose and silky, and my shirt had risen up enough that my hard on was fully on display. I was so hard that my cock was about to bust the boxers wide open.
