Unspoen Desires

(Sorry this one took so long. It was taking forever to pend, and then I decided it was too short so I canceled it and added the next part to it.)

I didn't know Mom's reaction to the video and didn't want to know.

On Mother's Day, my twin brother and I filmed ourselves having sex and sent it to our mother as a gift. Neither of us dared to give the video to Mom in person, so we mailed it to her. In return, we got a text with two words. Thank you.

And for an entire year, I didn't think about it. I didn't let myself think about it.

Our secret love was doing just fine. Mom didn't treat us differently, and our other siblings were none the wiser. With a steady job, I had my footing in the small town I grew up in. I also occasionally made sure to mention a cute co-worker when my siblings were around. And even though this co-worker, who I called Michael, didn't really exist, Ty still got jealous whenever I brought him up. I loved that. It made it even more funny that everything I said about Michael was based on Ty. I'm pretty sure Mom caught on, but Ty never seemed to.

Mother's Day was coming up again, and I didn't think there was anything I could do to top the gift Ty and I had given her the year before. Short of letting her join in or catch a live show, both of which came to mind when the stores made it known Mother's Day was just around the corner. But it wasn't something Ty and I had talked about.

About a week before Mother's Day, Mom called me in the morning, asking if I could stop by the house while Lily (my kid-sister) was at school. She wanted me to help her clean out the garage for a yard sale. It was cluttered with old bicycles, school projects, baby books, and clothes. You name it, the garage had it. I mean, Mom and Dad did have seven kids together, and all but one was grown now. In fact, my oldest brother, Ross, was married and had a daughter who was now five and a son who would be two later that summer.

7 kids. I couldn't even imagine having that many. Ross came when they were still fairly young, college-age. Six years later came Ty and me. We were 28 now, having been 26 when we first hooked up at our family's cabin. Andy came two years after us. Then Billy, now almost 21, and Millie came 11 months after him. Lily was the youngest, having just turned 13 and she was definitely acting like a typical teenager.

But I'm surprised there are only 7 of us, knowing now how much Mom loves Twincest. It was still hard to believe Mom and Dad were twins because they didn't look anything alike. Then again, Ty and I weren't identical twins, either. While we have more similarities than Mom and Dad, if we lived in a town where no one knew us, it would be easy to think we weren't even siblings, let alone twins. Ty was a foot taller than me, and he looked more like our mother, while I looked more like our father. Ironic, considering it was our father who was tall and our mother who was short, like me. But we had the same dirty-blond hair and hazel-brown eyes.

She wasn't expecting me until noon, but it was my day off, so I figured we'd get an early start, and then I'd take her out for a late lunch. Mom always said her favourite thing in the world was spending time with her kids. So we all made sure to take her to lunch and dinner or just stop by the house.

We all had a key to her house because she wanted to ensure we always felt like it was still our home. I knocked on the door first and waited for a solid few minutes, but there was no answer. Shrugging it off, thinking she was out, I figured I would let myself in and start without her.

The only way into the garage was through the house because the garage door only opened with a switch located inside the house. Dumb design, I know. Like, how are you supposed to close the door when you leave? You'd have to back the car out, get out, go back into the house. This whole thing. Which was why Mom only used the garage for storage and kept her car parked in the driveway.

I had also brought a box of art supplies for Lily, who had a school project due, and I decided to just leave the box in her room for her. As I made my way down the hallway where an old office had been converted into a bedroom for Lily, I heard a faint noise coming from Mom's bedroom. It was right next to Lily's.

Realizing mom was home, I figured she must have just not heard me come in. So I dropped the box in Lily's room and let myself into my mother's room without knocking. It wasn't like me to just walk into someone's room.

Mom was on her bed, naked, with her legs spread open, giving me a view of every inch of her. She was rubbing her puss; her moaning mixing with the sex sounds coming from the video she was watching on her laptop. There wasn't anything coming from the video that proved it was my sex tape, but after everything I had learned about my mother the previous year, it was safe to assume it was.

She didn't see me. I froze and just watched as my mother's hand roughly moved up, and down, and circular motions over her sex. And then I bolted.

I ran out onto the sidewalk and wheezed as I tried to catch my breath. I didn't know how to feel or what to think. My stomach wanted to hurl, my hormones wanted to join in, and my brain couldn't keep up. So I ended up squeezing my right boob and throwing up a few drops of vomit onto the pavement.

But I had no reason to be surprised or disgusted. I had willingly, after some convincing from Ty, made that sex tape for our mother with the intention of her watching it.

I calmed down and came to my senses. I fucked my brother almost every night, sometimes several times a night, and I knew my mother had full access to the video. There was nothing wrong here. I couldn't have sex with my brother, videotape it, give it to my mother, and then be angry or disgusted or shocked when I caught her watching it.

And it was hot.

I didn't want to admit it, but it was true.

I marched back into the house with confidence, opened my mother's bedroom door and gave it a firm knock. Mom screamed, and her hand flew away from her fun spot. But when she saw it was me, she laughed at her reaction.

"Thank God! I thought you were Ross. He's supposed to be helping us," she said.

"I'm glad to see you're enjoying the video. I'll let you finish and keep a lookout for Ross or anyone else for that matter."

"Right, is Ty coming?" She asked.

"Sorry, Mom, he's working today."

"Okay. I just need a minute to finish."

"A whole minute? Damn, I thought the video was better than that," I teased.

"It is, but I'm not 18 anymore, honey. It takes me a little longer now. But, maybe with your help, I could finish quicker."

"I should talk to Ty about that first. He's not just my brother that I screw, he's my boyfriend, so it would be cheating."

"Right, of course. Forget I mentioned it."

"I'll talk to him about it, and since the sex tape was his idea, I don't think he'd object to much."

"And I'm done," Mom said.

"Wait, just me saying that made you finish."

"Oh yeah. Let me get cleaned up and I'll meet you in the garage."

"Alright."

So we cleaned out the garage, found a bunch of memories, and went to lunch. But I doubt anyone cares about those details, so let's just move on.

I went home and had a few hours to think before Ty got home from work. I realized a few things. I didn't know what including Mom would look like. Would she just watch us? Would we stand naked while she masturbated? Would one of us touch her and/or do it with her? Would it be a threesome? The second thing I realized was that I wasn't opposed to any of these possibilities. And then I realized that I was turned on by the thought of fucking my own mother.

Now, don't get me wrong. Ty was my boyfriend and the only one I was interested in dating. And I would never cheat. But, if Ty was open to letting Mom join in on our sexual fun, I was all for it. Of course, it wouldn't be every time. Ty and I would have our private couple sex, too. Whatever Mom's role in it was, it would just be fun family time, or maybe just a special occasion.

Some families played board games, others went on hikes. Perhaps yours rented movies, went on walks, or just talked. So, maybe our family's thing was to fuck.

Ty came home, kicked off his shoes, kissed my lips and sank into the couch. He pulled me into his arms and wrapped them around me.

"How was your day?" He asked.

"Uh... It was interesting."

"How interesting could cleaning out the garage be?" He asked with a laugh.

"I was thinking about what to do for Mom this year," I said.

He raised an eyebrow.

"What about a live show?"

"What on earth could have possibly happened in that garage," he asked. Not in an angry way, but in a surprised tone.

"Mom really likes our video, so I just thought it would make her day to watch us live."

Ty laughed. "You caught Mom watching it."

"Yeah, I did."

"I've caught her a few times myself. Kind of freaked me out at first, but then I thought it was a little hot. I was wondering if you'd eventually walk in on her."

"Did she ask you to help her finish too?"

"Yeah, but I told her I had to talk to you about it first. I never did because... well... I didn't think there was a chance in the world you'd ever agree."

"I said the same thing. Mom didn't tell me she had asked you."

"I told her not to. I know you're a little grossed out by Mom being into us having sex. I didn't want to ruin your relationship with her."

"Well, that's not a problem anymore. I'm kind of into the idea now."

Ty smiled and kissed me again.

We had to plan this perfectly. We had to wait until after the entire family went to breakfast to celebrate Mother's Day, so there wouldn't be any accidental encounters or interrupting phone calls. And we also had to do something about Lily. Thankfully, being 13, she was not interested in spending the day with Mom anyway and was more than happy being given the okay to go shopping with her friends. And then we decided it would be best to do it at Ty's and my place, that way the risk of someone coming over unannounced would be even lower.

"Okay, Ty and I have talked and we agreed on this," I said. "You can be in the room and watch us, you can even undress and pleasure yourself while you watch us. But we are not ready for you to start joining in. Maybe down the road, but as of right now, we're not at that level of comfortable yet."

Mom nodded. "That's more than I could have asked for."

I was into the idea of fucking Mom. But once that line was crossed there was no going back, no way to undo it. So Ty and I had to be 100% ready, comfortable and sure before so much as touching our mother.

I pulled off my top while Ty unbuttoned his pants, and Mom just ripped off her clothes. She was not wasting time.

"Hot body, Mom," Ty commented.

I smacked him upside the head

"Ow, what was that for?"

"I'm the only girl you get to compliment."

"Oh, you're in trouble," Mom said. Followed by "Teach him a lesson, Sky."

I thought my entire body was going to explode because of how hot that one comment made me. Ty and I quickly finished taking off our clothes.

"How do you want us, Mom?" I asked.

"Exactly like the video."

"Okay, get on the bed for the best view," Ty said.

"Really?" Mom asked a little too eager.

"Yeah, unless you want fuck yourself on the floor," I said.

"Can we film this?" Mom asked.

"Fine, but hurry up or we're starting without you," I said. My body was on fire and I desperately needed my brother's cock inside me.

Mom raced out of the room and returned within seconds with the same camera Ty and I had used to film our first sex tape for Mom last year. She set it up as Ty climbed onto the bed and spread his legs so I could mount him. I got on the bed too and hovered my body over his, struggling to deny my pussy's desperation as it was only an inch away from the dick that always gave it so much pleasure.

"You're killing us Mom," Ty shouted.

"Yeah, hurry up, I can't wait any longer," I said.

"Sorry," Mom squeaked as she quickly climbed onto the foot of the bed. She spread her legs and reached down looking our way. "Okay go," she said.

At once, Ty's pleasure stick slid into me with ease, causing me to let out a soft, long moan. My mom started rubbing her fun zone as I went straight to roughly riding my brother. We never took things slow anymore, not since our fourth or fifth time fucking.

Ty started grunting as my moans got louder and my body gave everything it had. And we could hear Mom's moans mixing in with ours. We couldn't see her, but I was very excited to watch the video afterwards and see everything Mom was doing.

Not even a few minutes later, Mom's moans turned into shrieks and gasps for air, and then my body began to shake as my insides screamed for release. Ty had already finished inside me a few times, and now it was my turn. I moved faster, gripping the sheets tightly, and my breathing became so heavy that I barely got any air. I started to squeal as my body felt ready to burst. And then I finished with a satisfying scream. We finished with a hot kiss.

"That was amazing," mom said. For a second I had forgotten she was there.

"Yeah, it was," Ty agreed.

"I can't wait till next Mother's Day," Mom added.

"Actually Mom, I think I speak for both of us when I saw you can watch us anytime you want," I said.

"Definitely," Ty agreed.

"And maybe for your next Mother's Day, you can fuck us too," I said. "If that's okay with you, Ty?"

"That is 100 percent okay with me."

I couldn't stop watching the video.

I was addicted to watching my mother masturbate to me and Ty going at it like wild animals.

It was like a drug. Watching it was never enough. I craved more and more every time the video ended. One week after Mother's Day I was watching it several times a day. Sometimes with Ty, other times with Mom, and once in a while with both, but mostly on my own.

I couldn't focus at work. I was in a constant state of arousal. And I couldn't be in the same room as my mother without being instantly turned on for no reason. That woman could be wearing a snowsuit and I would still be undressing her in my mind.

What I felt for my brother was love, and what I felt for my mother was lust. That was the difference. I wanted to marry my brother, and I just wanted to fuck my mother. At first, I didn't allow myself to have these thoughts about my mother, but I couldn't keep them away.

I had only resisted my brother for seven years because I moved very far away. But now I was living with him and only three blocks from my mother. I had to give in and accept the reality that I was born to crave incest. Otherwise, I would go insane.

But I had a few questions. If I was an incest baby, in love with my twin brother and turned on by my mother, why wasn't I interested in my other siblings? Why did I never feel anything sexual toward my father when he was alive? Before Mom came into the picture, I would have assumed it was just a twin thing in our family, since Mom and Dad were also twins. But then Ty and I made that video for Mom. That's when the thoughts for her really started.

And how, out of seven children, were only two of us incestuous? What about the other four adult children? Ross was married to someone outside our family, and as far as I knew, the other three weren't in relationships. Were they having these sexual feelings for us or each other, but were still in the family closet? And how would being the children of an incest baby affect my niece and nephew in the future?

Sitting in bed, my soaked panties on the floor, I closed the media player on my laptop and opened the folder containing a bunch of family pictures. I scrolled through them slowly, pulling up various ones and examining them closely.

I was searching for any sign, no matter how small, that Ty and I weren't the only second-generation incest freaks. But I quickly noted that even in pictures of Ty and me there weren't signs.

We had been so careful. Except for one picture. We were on the couch at our family's cabin right after graduation, and we were sitting too close. But it was slight, and you wouldn't notice if you weren't directly looking for it.

I sighed in defeat and was about to close the folder when a picture of Mom and Dad caught my eye. It was a photo of them sharing a passionate kiss. Any normal person would see this as nothing more than their parents expressing their love for each other, look at it for only a moment, and then move on.

But I was not a normal person.

Nope. Not me.

I stared at the photo for far too long, developing my latest obsession. How good a kisser was my mother? Thinking back, my father always enjoyed kissing my mother and did so every chance he got. There must have been a reason for that. And the fact that they had so many children...

Lily was only 3 when Dad died in an accident just weeks after our final trip to the cabin, and they had been talking about having another child. If Dad was still alive, now ten years later, I could only imagine how many more siblings I'd have running around.

I looked down and sighed at my aching sex, set off by just the mere thought of kissing my mother and how good of a kisser she must be. I glanced at the alarm clock next to me and groaned. Ty wouldn't be home from work and able to take care of this for me for another hour. And we had agreed nothing would happen with our mother without getting the okay from each other first. And this wasn't something I could just call my brother at work about.

Although... the thought of giving my brother a boner right there at work by asking him if our mother could go down on me was hot.

But no.

I turned on the video, and stuck three fingers into my pleasure hole, jabbing them in and out. My moans mixed with mine and Mom's from the video, with Ty's grunting joining in soon after. A few minutes into the video, my body shook with force, I let out a loud moan, and I was finished.

But once again, not satisfied.

I needed more.

This hour needed to go by so my brother could get home and fuck me.

But when Ty did come home, he wasn't alone. Mom was with him. But unfortunately so was Lily.

As Lily rambled on and about some stupid drama you'd see in a cheesy teen movie, I stared at my mother's lips. I sat between her and Ty. Ty noticed but said nothing, Mom grinned at me when she noticed, and thankfully, 13-year-old girls are so self-absorbed, that they don't notice anything that isn't about them.

Finally, I couldn't take it anymore.

That kid had to go.

I jumped up from the couch and grabbed my wallet from my purse.

"Go makeup with your friends," I said, tossing the wallet at her. "Go shopping, buy an ice cream, whatever you want."

Lily looked at Mom who nodded.

Without a second thought, she raced out of my apartment.

"Oh honey," Mom said in a teasing tone. "Feeling a little sexually frustrated?"

"Ty takes care of me just fine," I replied, putting a proud grin on my brother's face.

"That's not what I said, and you did just give a 13-year-old girl unlimited access to your credit card."

"Are you a good kisser?" I asked.

Ty burst into laughter. "Wow, there's no subtly with you is there?" He said.

"Well, your father seemed to think so," Mom answered. She licked her lips and asked, "Do you want to find out for yourself?"

My eyes lit up and I looked to Ty for permission.

His response was, "As long as I get a turn."

Mom shifted closer to me and as she leaned in, my heart started pounding, and I almost chickened out and pulled away. But then my lips parted on their own. My mother's tongue slid into my mouth and mine slipped into hers as her lips connected with mine. She tasted like cherry toothpaste.

There are no words good enough to describe how that woman kissed.