I had gotten up early Saturday morning, about five-thirty, and had just finished watching the last clip of Mom sneaking into my room when a noise in the hall caught my attention. Thinking it might be Mom I quickly closed the folder, but couldn't do anything about the raging hard-on sticking through the fly of my pajama bottoms. I tried in vain to cover it with my hands as my door swung open. It was Julie, and she had mischief written all over her face. She was dressed in the same summer dress she had put on the other day, and yes, I could just make out the light brown of her areolas through the thin material. My dick swelled even more. She shut the door behind her, locked it, and turned to stare at me as her tongue licked her lips.
"Don't say a word," she commanded as she swiveled the chair and me in her direction.
"What are you up to," I asked, my now uncovered cock sticking out and up in my lap.
Her intentions became clear when she told me to shut up and hiked her dress above her hips. She wasn't wearing any panties. In one swift motion she grabbed my rod, straddled my lap facing me, and sank down until my entire prick was buried in her cunt. Wasting no time she began riding me with abandon. Up and down she bounced, going faster and faster until I could feel my seed getting ready to leave my balls. Three more bounces and I was spurting spunk into her like a fire hose.
"OH GOD!" she wailed through clinched teeth as her orgasm crested.
All I could do was sit there dumbfounded as she backed off my pole, then stood in front of me with her legs spread letting our fluids drip to the floor.
"Sorry bro. I just had to have that big damn dick in me one more time before I go," was the only explanation she offered.
"I promised Mom that we wouldn't do this again," I said as drops of sperm dripped out of the end of my dick.
"Oh grow a pair Tucker. This will be our little secret," she snarled, using my discarded t-shirt to wipe the cum from her cootchie.
Had my own sister just raped me? The question bugged me as I stared at the door she had just went out. My mind told me that you can't rape the willing, so the answer must be no, she hadn't. Using the t-shirt that Julie had, I cleaned up the mess that had dripped out of her cunt and made a mental note to do laundry before my room started to smell like a whorehouse. With my empty balls hanging between my legs I headed naked to the shower. I was drying my hair with my bath towel, not paying any attention as I headed back to my room naked when I ran right into Mom. She had just stepped out of Julie's room and had her back to me when we collided. One of her hands flew back behind her and landed square on my dangling dick. Her fingers squeezed my rod in a soft grip for a fraction of a second before dropping it like a hot potato. Mom's eyes were as wide as saucers when she spun around to face me, and I knew that she had realized what she had just grabbed.
"Oh my God Tucker, I didn't mean to touch...why are you naked out in the hall?"
"I didn't think anyone was awake yet," I lied; hastily throwing the towel around my waist, but not before Mom got a good look at my junk.
She had turned and shot down the stairs as if the boogieman were behind her. Her telling me to be a little more discreet in the future echoed in my head when I reached the sanctity of my room. I could still feel the touch of her fingers on my penis as I got dressed. Today was the day I started doing Mrs. Babcock's yard so I put on jeans, a tank top and sneakers. When I opened my door Julie was coming out of her room with a suitcase in her hand. She gladly accepted my offer to take it down for her, going so far as to give me a peck on the lips as a thank you.
Maggie was in fine form when she arrived to pick up Julie. When she saw me sitting on the couch she opened her mouth and stuck her finger in. I wasn't sure if she meant she was going to throw up, or if she wanted to suck my dick. It wasn't until I gave her a smirk, and she acted like she was retching, that I figured it out. Julie came out of Mom's room, gave me a wink, then her and Maggie were off for fun in the sun. I didn't have to be at Mrs. Babcock's until noon so I hung around and watched TV.
At ten Mom finally came out of her room dressed in her floor length robe and went into the kitchen. Wanting to apologize I followed her. We both fixed a cup of coffee and sat at the dining table across from each other. She seemed to have trouble looking at me.
"I want to say I'm sorry about this morning Mom. I won't walk around naked any more I promise," I told her.
Looking over the rim of her cup she said, "And I promise not to accidentally touch your thingy again." Our mutual laughter eased the tension we were both feeling.
"So, what are your plans for today Mom?"
"Well, I have to go shopping this morning sometime, but this afternoon I thought I'd take in a little sun. Gotta work on that tan you know," she answered over her cup.
"If you can wait until after four, I'll order us a pizza and put some sunscreen on you," I told her, hoping I didn't sound too anxious.
"We'll see, but why after four?"
I told her about the yard work and how I wasn't sure how long it would take, since I hadn't done this one before. She seemed to be okay with waiting and told me; yes she did when I asked if she planned on wearing her new swimsuit. I wanted to call Mrs. Babcock and cancel for today but knew Dad would be pissed when he found out. He didn't like it when I didn't hold up my agreements. I sat around until almost noon hoping that Mrs. Babcock would call and cancel instead. She didn't. Grudgingly I pulled out my mower and headed to her house. I wasn't too thrilled about the location she lived in; it was next door to the Ellison's.
It must have slipped Dad's mind, but I had met Mrs. Babcock a couple of times at the bank. He just didn't remember was all I could figure. I had forgotten how pretty she was though. When she answered her door I was stunned by her feminine charm. Her long brunette hair was up in a bun at the back of her head, and her coal black eyes appeared warm and inviting. She was dressed in a severe charcoal gray woman's business suit; a blazer, skirt and white shirt with ruffles around the high collar. She was barefoot but had on light brown stockings and stood maybe five-five. The suit couldn't hide the fact that she was slim and her chest was fair sized, but not too big. From previous meetings I estimated her boobs to be in the 36C category. Something else I knew about her was her husband had died of a heart attack seven years ago. They had never had any kids.
