"Um, what, Mom?" I'm a bit lost.
"You're doing well in school and you don't complain about the household chores. You deserve a reward for being such a good son... You like pussy. Don't you, Daniel?"
Shaking my head from the unbelievable conversation, "Of course I do, Mom. Sex is fun."
"I've got a pussy. I want to reward you with my pussy," she tells me. "You've been helping around the house and getting good grades. You deserve a reward." She leads me by my hand to her bedroom. Caitlin is the only client I don't worry about making a mess in her bed or forgetting about the occasional condom wrappers. Her husband never comes into the main house. And the cleaning staff knows how to keep their mouths shut. They don't want to risk being deported. I wouldn't be surprised if Her Honor is also doing tax evasion.
Caitlin is all smiles. She leads me to her bed before pulling off the few clothes that she's wearing. There is a noticeable lack of undergarments. I shuck my clothes, and follow after her.
Caitlin is my most 'vanilla' client. No oral. Only vaginal. Only face to face. Prefers missionary. You get the picture.
She hands me a tube of personal lubricant as I crawl up to her. I look at the tube. I drop out of character, "Caitlin, this brand will dissolve the condoms that we can use."
She groans. "I'm sorry, Marc. I've been fingering myself watching you mowing the lawn. And nothing's happening. This is the only brand that my doctors said won't have a contraindication with my meds." I'm not 100% sure what she said, but I gather that's a bad thing.
I mull things over in my mind. "Do you need a Hall Pass, Miss Caitlin?"
Her face brightens, "Will I get to talk to Daniel again?"
"Just this one time, Miss Caitlin. Talk to the doctor people about what condoms I'm allowed to use with you."
She throws her petite body onto me. She is passionately kissing me. I remind her, "I still need to get the lube, Mom."
"Oh! Sorry. Sorry, Daniel. Do the thing," she mutters as she allows me to coat my dick in the lube, and smear a good sized glob across her twat. "I think we're ready to go." I say as I wait for her agree.
She furiously smears the lube around her entrance while pushing some of it into her body. After a quick kiss, she tells me, "It's time for your reward, Daniel."
She eagerly pulls me into her lubed cunt. I gasp at how quickly she was able to get everything to how she wanted it. For the first time ever, I'm in Caitlin completely unprotected. This is not a good thing. Any foreign material in her is a bad thing. And she wants me to cum. I'm worried.
Responding to my gasp, "I know, Daniel! This is so good! I need to reward you for being such a good son." I start to reply, but her judgeship clamps a hand over my mouth. "I don't want to hear any of those things that your friend, Marcus, has said to you. This is just us." She is slamming her crotch into me. Forcefully. I'm surprised that she doesn't need to take a breath.
"Daniel... I know I can't have any more babies... but fuck me like I could?" Yeah. It be like that some times. She's had a... what was it called? A radical hister-wreck-tommy? When she had the breast cancer, it had ma-tass-to-ass-o-sized? Whatever. It spread to her ovaries. They took out a lot of her plumbing.
I do the best that I can to give her what she wants, I can only be so rough with her.
She squeals happily like a young woman when she feels me cumming in her. We don't say anything for a while. She stares at me while I lay next to her as she pets my hair. I have to fight back tears.
I know that she's actively dying.
Some light kissing before she lets me out of bed. And only after my phone's alarm chimes. I don't have time to take a shower. I'm hoping that the new client will let me take one before we do any of the funny business.
Caitlin follows me to her front door. "Hey, Marcus." She has my attention. "Um... I want to give you a gift." She goes to her purse sitting on the side table near the front door. She's going to pay me. I think that she believes that if she calls it a gift, it's not paying a sex worker. "You've done such a good job being Daniel's friend and giving him sound advice." I palm the cash.
I give her a quick kiss. "Maybe some day you and I can have the same fun that you and Daniel have."
There is a conflict of emotions on her face. "I don't know. Daniel can get jealous."
I give her naked ass a quick squeeze. "I don't think he's as jealous as you think he is. I'll be back in a couple of weeks. Right?"
"Oh, yes! I can't take care of the lawn. And John won't. I'll see you in a couple of weeks."
"Stay healthy, Your Honor." I bid her farewell.
*****
In the truck hating myself, I clamp the burner phone into the holder. I poke it to give me directions to the new client's home. Something feels odd. The map looks weirdly familiar. I shake my head to drop the thought. I have been in the tank about Caitlin's health. I need to get out of it in order to do the next job.
I pull a couple of pre-made protein drinks out of the cooler to drink on the drive to the new place. I poke the 'Go' button, crack the seal on the first drink, and put the truck into drive.
*****
My brain is starting to panic. I'm no longer feeling annoyed that I was lazy and didn't put the empty carton containers from the protein drinks into a trash bag. I'm driving through my neighborhood.
I can hear myself muttering, "No. No. No. No. No," wondering which of my neighbors contracted me. There are so many bored and lonely MILFs here.
I shudder when GPS tells me to turn right.
Into my driveway.
What. The. Actual. Fuck?
*****
After sitting in my truck for several minutes trying to figure out what I'm supposed to do. I finally give up. I'm not making any money this afternoon. I don't have any clients that I can just go to. They're all on schedules. Either because their grass doesn't grow that fast or because they need to know when their husbands won't be home.
I turn off the truck and grab my cooler and the trash. I walk up to my parents' home just like I always do. I belong here.
I see Mom's Rav4, Krista's beat to shit ancient ass Bronco is here, but Dad's Silverado is missing. Which is interesting, since I dropped him off at the airport Wednesday for a two week business trip. One of them is obviously borrowing Dad's truck. Who am I going to find at home?
I walk inside and drop the cooler in the kitchen. I hear her ask from a far part of the smallest house in the neighborhood, "Marc?! Are you home?"
My folks are by far the poorest in the neighborhood. But they ain't hard set like some of my high school classmates were. Mom's an insurance broker. Dad's a structural engineer. Basically, he goes into a construction project and does the corrections that the architects didn't think of. Which is why he's gone so much. Fixing problems that someone else created and refused to acknowledge that there is a problem. It's not a 9 -- 5. But when he has a job, he gets fat paychecks. Mom provides the consistent money. So to speak. It's still intermittent.
"Yeah, Mom. It's me. I need to take a quick shower though. Today has been super weird. Like comic book level weird."
She doesn't respond for a full 30 seconds. "Ok. We can talk about it at dinner." Her voice is wavering. She's nervous. She has no clue that I already know what's going on.
I get dressed in some old basketball shorts and a well loved band shirt. Once I walk back into the living room I get peppered with questions. "What happened? You're home super early. Did your client forget about their appointment? Did your mower break down? Did your client fire you? Did McCoy's not get the materials in time?" I finally get a chance to see her. She is fidgeting with the spaghetti straps and hem of her yellow sundress. She looks super pretty in it. The floral print suits her personality. Her dirty blonde hair shot through with chunks of gray is pulled back in a pony tail at the back of her head. It bounces around crazily as she frets. Her nails are freshly painted bright blue. She has her favorite perfume on. A very floral smell. Not to my liking, but definitely Dad's.
Mom has been running as a hobby. She was recently in three different 10K's. Houston, Plano, and San Marcos. She regularly trains with Krista, my sister. They will disappear for an entire weekend and show back up sorer than hell. Their legs are hot to the touch and need ice pack for hours. I usually have to admonish them for being so stupid and pig headed that they won't remember basic first aid for their legs and core. I may not have a degree, but I've learned the hard way about over doing it. But, yeah. I get tired of being their fill in physical therapist.
Mom keeps asking me questions. I can't even keep up with them. She's becoming more demanding about why I'm home so soon. I lie to her that I got a text on my phone because my watch vibrated. I get my phone and turn my back to her.
Fortunately, for me she turned around to busy herself with something else, hoping that there is something business related to distract me and make me leave the house once she saw which phone I picked up. I secretly take a photo of her butt. Wearing that pretty yellow sundress that barely comes down half way on her toned thighs.
I send her the photo of her butt with the text, "I'm here. On time. I'm not sure if that dress is something you'd want to wear when you're gardening." I made sure to include the gardening reference. I click send.
A couple of seconds later, I hear Black Sabbath's 'Iron Man' starting up. Mom jumps to her phone to shut it up. Her back is still turned towards me. At least she has hopes and aspirations for the services that she signed up for.
Mom's phone clatters onto the floor. "I. Uh. I... Uh... I..." she stammers.
"Would it help if you looked at me...?" I intentionally cut off the last word. I don't think she needs to hear me call her 'Mom' at the moment.
"No. Tha, tha, that will definitely no, not help rye, right now."
"What would you like me to do?"
Still not looking at me, "Go watch something on TV. Until, until, I, um, can figure out how to have this conversation with you?"
I wait at least 30 minutes for Mom to come into the family room. I pause the show that I'm half assed interested in. I see her in a pair of short sports shorts and a loose promotional tshirt from one of her recent 10K events. Her toned legs are on full display. Her tight core is obvious despite her efforts to wear a shirt to hide her belly.
"I want you to read this... But you have to promise not to destroy it." She is holding an envelope in her hand.
Feeling a bit odd at that limitation. "Ok. Promise."
She drops the envelope into my lap as she sits down next to me on the couch. She is watching me like a hawk.
I open up the letter. It's written in my father's shitty cursive.
"Claire, Darling.
I love you deeply and dearly. I am not asking for a divorce. But I cannot keep up with your sexual cravings. Your needs for sexual contact are much more profound than mine. I haven't had any real interest in sex for a couple of years. Since I've developed my health problems, I don't find sex enjoyable.
I'm not the guy that I was in college. Having an erection now feels... wrong. I think that God is telling me that my time is done. We have two beautiful, smart, and potentially successful children.
I'm willing to let you go out and find someone that can fulfill that sexual need for you. As long as it doesn't remove me from your life. I do still deeply love you. I want you to be wise in your decision of who will replace in in that function. I want you to stay healthy.
Please, don't flaunt it in my face. Keep the future lover a secret from me..."
I stand up and drop the letter. Mom has been watching me the entire time. She says to me, "You didn't finish reading the letter." I'm one of those idiots that uses their finger to keep track of what they're reading. She's know exactly where I stopped reading.
"I don't know if I can finish reading it... I need to go to the bathroom." I wander off in a haze.
When I come back into the living room, Mom is still sitting there on the couch. She's twirling the remote. She looks up at me. "Can we still cuddle? Like we always have?"
She's referring to the impromptu movie nights because her and Dad had a fight. But it was normally three of us. Krista is not here right now.
I haven't said anything yet. Mom gently grabs my shoulders and guides me to the couch. She pats the cushions. She wants me to lay down with my back away from the TV. I lay down with my right arm as close to the throw pillows as possible. She eases her body down in front of me. Using my arm as a pillow, as she faces the TV. She wraps my lower arm across her chest, leaving my hand on her ribs. She then pulls my left arm to wrap around her stomach. And the weird part is when she hooks her left leg over mine to stay balanced on the couch.
She clicks the remote, "I hope this is one of the Sci-fi shows that wanted to watch."
"It's one of them." She reaches over her head to touch me. We watch in silence.
*****
After the first episode, she gets up and goes to the kitchen. She brings a chilled bottle of tequila back with her.
Throughout the next episode we're taking chugs off of the bottle. She's uncomfortable with her new found knowledge of me. I'm uncomfortable with my new found knowledge her relationship with Dad.
In the middle of the third episode, Mom asks me, "When do you decide to..."
I reply, "Be a sex worker?"
"Yeah. That thing."
"I don't really remember. It just kinda happened. I don't even remember what was the real name of my first sex client. I only remember what she allowed me to call her."
Turning her head a little towards me, "Really? I would think that you would remember that."
"I think her death fucked me up. I can remember the house. Her bedroom. The intimate stuff. But the address? Her real name? It's like my brain is locking it away from me to protect me."
She grabs my arm. "She's dead?"
"Yes. She decided that she should have more control over her death and when it happened rather than the cancer," I say in a very mechanical voice.
"I'm sorry, baby." She pets my arm across her stomach. I think she understands that it was a completed suicide.
"There's nothing I could've done about it. She just wanted to feel some happiness before she died."
*****
After several more shots of tequila later...
Mom gets up at the end of the fourth episode of the dumb shit Sci-fi drama. She shucks her shirt. She's not wearing a bra. I see nothing but smooth skin. I barely see the profile of her face looking back at me. I understand her unspoken question. I pull my shirt off as well. She slides back up to me, and she hooks her leg over mine. Again.
Another episode and a couple of impromptu shots later...
She gets up during the credits and pulls her shorts down. I already know what is expected. I wiggle out of my basketball shorts. But I catch my boxers at the same time. I can feel my dick getting thicker. Pressing up against her ass. Caught between her cheeks.
Sixth episode and more shots...
She slides her panties off. I didn't get a chance to look at her twat. What I do get is her stuffing my cock in between her legs. The top of my shaft is directly nestled up to her nether lips. The tip of my dick is at her clit. And she's drooling like crazy.
My dick is so wet after a minute. It's a struggle to not want to pump in and out. It's a struggle to not want to penetrate her pussy. The only reason that I don't is because I know that I haven't been given permission.
When the video streaming program stops to ask if anyone is still watching, she lifts her leg more. She struggles to slide her body up. I reflexively slide down.
"I'm sorry. But I made a decision," she tells me. "Are you ok with that?"
"I'm fine with it. We'll deal with the consequences later. And there will be consequences... What should I call you? This isn't a role play."
"Call me Claire." With that I slide inside of her. She pushes the air out of her lungs. It takes a couple of pumps to get fully inside of her. My hands readjust to grab her left boob with my right hand, and my left hand to hold her pubic mound. I don't want her to fall off of the couch, as I'm pumping into her twat.
She huffs and puffs as we do the deed. It's amazing how tight Claire is. I can't understand what she's muttering. Her pussy is so wet and soft. Until...
Her body seizes up. Claire gives a surprised squawk as she shivers. That soft pussy is suddenly a vise grip on my dick. I recognize that familiar ripple in her vagina. She's trying to milk me.
"Claire! Claire! I'm about to cum!" I warn her. She responds by grabbing my hand off of her tit and slaps it over her mouth. I can feel her guttural shouts into my palm. What is she doing? I need to pull out, and she's keeping me inside of her by pressing me into the back of the couch.
I cum. Thick globs of cum jump out of my dick. Into her forbidden place.
Once we catch our breath and can feel our bodies relaxing, she stands up. My cock slides noiselessly out of her cunt. She cleans herself up with her shirt. I watch as Claire picks up our clothes.
"Follow me, sweetheart."
I get up and walk behind her to her bedroom. She hands me my shirt, and deposits the rest into her hamper. I wipe my dick off as I watch her climb into bed. When I climb into bed, Claire waits for me to lay down on my back. She rests that marathon runner's body across me. Her hands end up on my chest and behind my skull. My hands grab one of her butt cheeks and hip. I can feel myself leaking out of her, back onto my thigh. Claire pulls the blanket up over us before kissing me on the lips. Her lips are warm and inviting.
"Thank you, Marc. We'll talk in the morning." Claire tells me as she rest her cheek on my shoulder.
We're both out within a minute or two.
*****
I wake up to Claire running her fingers through my hair. I need to cut it if it's long enough for her to play with.
As if she's reading my mind, "You have such wonderful hair, Marc. I hate the fact that your father shaves his head."
I mumble, "That's in my future. I'm not looking forward to it. I just accept the fact that I'll be shaving my head when I'm his age. I can't be a blondie with thick luscious hair like you."
She lifts her body up off of mine. There's my reminder that we're naked and cuddling. She asks me, "Why are you going to shave your head? His family has no history of baldness. He does it because he doesn't like washing his hair. It's a personal decision of his."
"Wait. What?"
"Your grandfather still has all of his hair. I just don't argue with your father about his hair."
"But, Dad is always telling you to cut your hair."
"I want to keep him happy."
"Mm... Claire. What do you want to do with your hair?" I ask her. She rests her chin on top of her hands that are spread out on my chest.
"I want my hair style to be whatever my man finds attractive." She has a sexy little grin on her face. I can't tell if she's fucking with me.
"What if your man finds it sexy that you wear your hair however you want?" I ask her.
She squirms across my body for a moment, "Then he should be ready to pull a lot of hair clogs out of the shower." She kisses me on the nose. "I wish I had my long hair back... It used to be down to my butt when I met your father." I just watch her face as she talks. "Do you want me to have long hair again?"
"I want you to feel like you're pretty."
"And sexy?"
"And sexy."
"Will you brush my hair?"
"Why wouldn't I?" I tell her. She kisses me as she slides her body on top of mine. I can feel my dick getting hard.
"Just be prepared for your father to make a lot of negative comments," she tells me.
"Of course, Mom." She freezes at my words. My brain instantly dumps back to conversations with my first time clients when I remind them of who and what I am to them. "Stop. Don't pretend that I'm not the person I am. Don't pretend that we didn't already have a relationship before last night. And don't pretend that I won't make mistakes." I can see the concern on her face as I pull mine into something close to stern or angry. "That will make me feel like I'm a cheap throwaway." I'm trying to leave all heat out of my voice.
"I'm sorry, baby. I'm not trying to make you think that last night was meaningless or..." Her face is distraught. "Or, cheap. I love you so much. And I know that this is not the kind of relationship we should have. You know. A mother and son. But..." Claire swiftly and deftly slides down my engorged dick. Stuffing me into her sacred place. Fully embedded into her baby factory. Unprotected. "I need to make you feel better." She slowly pumps up and down my dick. "I want you to be happy to see me. Be with me." Her tempo slowly speeds up. "Let's do silly stuff together!"
"Like what, Mom?" I hate saying that word while I'm fucking someone, but this is one of those rare times that I need to remind my lover who I am. "Miniature golf? Movies?" The sounds of flesh slapping is getting louder as the sun rises. "Story time at the library?!" My hands are helping her slam down onto my dick as I push up to meet that juicy pussy. I want to fuck my dick up into her until she passes out from overload.
"Let's go hunting!" she yells.
"As if! The only hunting that will be done is me hunting for your naked pussy and the only shooting will be from my dick into your cunt!" I yell. I'm feeling defiant. I want to fuck her into unconsciousness.
Mom grabs me by the ears to look her straight into her face. "Yes! The first time! Just you and me! Do not let your sister tag along!" Wait. What. Why did she mention Krista? Never mind. I need to cum. In this forbidden vagina. She let's go of my ears, and screams, "FUCK ME!!!1! Cum in me already! Fuck me!"
It's not long until I struggle against her cunt trying to milk baby batter into her oven. She immediately fawns over my O face. "I want to see that again! Like, a lot of times." As she flops down onto me, she asks, "What day of the week is this?" She is calming down already.
My Saturday becomes a complete blur.
*****
Sunday morning...
I roll out of my own bed. Finally. These women are going to be the death of my dehydrated ass. I see the bottle of cold Gatorade sitting on my night stand. Someone is looking after me. I pull on a pair of shorts and wander off towards the soft singing in the kitchen.
Claire is singing to herself in one of those stupid poppy songs from her youth. Gen X had some of the most mindless drivel for pop music. Not that my generation has done much better. Corporate controlled music is what it will always be. But at least independent music is becoming a thing again. But I doubt that a pop song about masturbation would ever be allowed on the radio again.
"Morning, handsome!" she tells me as I walk in. Is she literally only wearing an apron cooking scrambled eggs? She continues to mind her own business even though she looks over her shoulder at me. Do I notice her flexing her ass checks? Hell, yes. Do I want to clap them? Fuck, yes. Do we need more rules? Unfortunately, yes.
"Hey, Claire?" I say as I sit down at the kitchen table. "I know how to get your attention in the future. By calling you by your first name. How am I going to know that you're wanting my attention?"
"Well... You're a sugar baby of sorts. I was thinking that I could call you 'sugar.' How does that sound, darling?"
*****
Chihiro snuggles up against me. She is upset.
"My second husband," she says looking up at me. "Is upset. I know that I've done nothing to bother him. But, I also know that he won't tell me what's bothering him." I just sigh. "You've mowed the lawn, dealt with the vegetable garden..."
"Can we just...?" I start to ask.
Chihiro stops me. "Snuggle and cuddle? Of course, aijin."
"No sex, Kitten?"
She looks disappointed, but understanding. "No sex, aijin. No sex."
I got to spend the next three hours in the most glorious nonsexual unclothed contact with someone that I cared about.
*****
I stumble into my parents' home. I wore myself out with Chihiro. She promised no sex. I did not give a time limit. She exploited my lack of forethought. I only got three hours of nonsexual affection...
Claire is sitting at the kitchen table. Wearing the same bright yellow sundress. As she has so many times when she does something that gets lodged into my brain to become fap fuel. It's as if she knows I'm going to remember that night forever.
She asks me, "Are you going to be ok in the morning? Do you need someone to call your customers for tomorrow morning?" I'm no in the mood for my mom to call my clients like she needs to excuse me from school because I'm feeling sick.
"That's a decision for tomorrow morning, Mom." I grumble as I wander off to my bed.
*****
Monday morning...
Mom is cooking breakfast. Eggs, bacon, toast... Krista hasn't shown up yet.
As she shovels a heap of food onto my plate, she looks around. She grabs my chin with a free hand after dropping the utensil into the pan. I was not expecting this kiss. It's hungry, but reserved. No tongue. Just lustful energy. She breaks the kiss when we both hear stumbling on the staircase. Krista is coming down stairs.
"Hey, Y'all," Krista mutters as she walks into the kitchen, as she rubs her eyes with the back of her hand. My sister and I wolf down the food that is being dumped onto our plates. Our mother is unusually quiet.
My phone chirps to remind me to get going. My mother and sister are both ignoring me. But not. I can feel both of them watching me leave.
*****
Four 'normal' clients and Ms. Miller later, I feel like today has been a wash. Ms. Miller was uninspired today.
Wrap it up. Stick it in her. Pump until she's done. Just lust. That's my bread and butter. And that's what makes me hate being a sex worker. At least Muscle Mommy Isabel makes things interesting for me. Princess Prishna has something else going on in her head while I'm fucking her. Ms. Miller is a basic NPC in my world, just like most of my clients. They're just bored housewives who's husbands ignore them. And they ignore me in return.
As I'm rolling out to return home, I get texts from my mother and sister...
"I love you, darling. I hope your day was successful." My mother texts me.
"I love you, stupid. Can we do something special? Just us?" My sister texts me. This is odd. What's going on?
*****
I crawl into bed. A few minutes later, Claire sneaks into my room. She slides a open palm over my mouth.
"We're doing the silent challenge, Sugar." She slides down onto my cock. She pants into my face. My dick is firmly inside of that forbidden space.
I only pass out after I've cum into her twat twice. Her tight sexy ass with the flat tummy, defined arms and legs, and need for unprotected sex is too much for me. I cum into her belly. Not caring about the consequences.
*****
Tuesday morning...
As she's trying to eat her breakfast of cereal, yogurt, and bacon, Krista says, "Mom was just telling me about your planned hunting trip this weekend. Where were you thinking of going? Hill Country? Piney Woods? Or Somewhere out in west Texas?"
Feeling annoyed, I drop my fork onto the scrambled eggs on my plate. "Mom! When are you going to finally include me on your plans when they involve me?! I might have something scheduled. You know that I have a business to run."
Mom laughs lightly, "I was going to tell you tomorrow. I haven't gotten the deer lease figured out yet, darling."
"It's rude to make plans for me without telling. Especially if you're going to tell Krista about them, and She's the first person that tells me about plans involving me that don't involve her. I already know she doesn't like camping or hunting. Why is she asking me about it before you've told me about it?"
Krista starts to get up from her chair at the kitchen table. I immediately put my hand on the table near her, "Kris, please don't leave. I'm sorry that I shouted at Mom. I'm not trying to make you leave. I just..."
Krista sits back down. Muttering, "Why is it that I'm the only person in the family that you have good communication with? You, Mom, and Dad? None of you know what each other is truly saying..." Krista powers through her breakfast. After dropping her bowl into the sink, she turns to look at me. "That lack of good communication is the reason why you can't keep a long term girlfriend."
Mom snaps, "Krista! Apologize to your brother. That was uncalled for."
My older sister turns all of the heat on in her eyes to glare at our mother. "He knows exactly why he's currently single." She glares at me. "I dare you to deny it... bro."
*****
Friday early evening...
I'm pulling my dick out of Muscle Mommy Isabel's cream pie cunt. "I don't have time to stick around like I normally do, Mommy. I have a family function to get to." I'm gathering up my clothes.
Isabel is confused, "Wait, what? You always take time to give me a pep talk or tell me how much of a brat I've been. What's going on?"
"I said that I have a family function to go to, Mommy. I can't be late." I'm starting to feel irritated.
She's acting like nothing serious is going on. "Haha. You had me going there for a moment, Kiddo."
I grab her chin to force her to look at me. I'm hoping that I'm not hurting her. I'm a piece of shit, but I don't want to hurt her. "I was highly encouraged to cancel your appointment today so that I could make this family function. I made sure by Christ that I was here today for you. Respect that. I made sure to be here for you. You!" I'm trying not to shout. "My mother is picking me up from here. Josue is going to be by to get my truck off of your property..." Isabel gasps at my statement. "What?"
"I don't want that ill..." Isabel starts to grumble.
I interrupt her, "Finishing that sentence may end services, Bella," I growl.
"But, but, but, also, your Mom?" she smartly shifts to the real problem.
"Yes. My mother. The woman that shat me out of her twat," my voice is still aggressive. "Not this twat, Belle." I slide my hand over her pussy lips to remind her. "She's picking me up from here so that I can be on time for the family function... That I was told to cancel your appointment in favor of."
Isabel whimpers. "Can I meet her?"
Panic settles into my chest. "That sounds like a terrible idea, Belle. I'm already going to be smelling like fresh sex with you. I don't need her to smell my cum leaking out of your pussy."
"Oh!" Isabel shouts. Finally understanding that problem. "You, go shower. I'll do the things for the invoice." I wish this was the first time that Muscle Mommy Isabel's sessions ended like this. John damn near caught us a few times because Isabel felt greedy.
*****
After handing Josue my keys, Mom switches sides of the truck with me. I had not expected for Josue to ride in the same vehicle as Mom. I slide into the driver's seat of the truck. I'm kind of impressed that she got the trailer on the truck. Mom sees the look on my face.
"I had Josue coach me through it. He offered to do it for me, but I told him that I wanted you to know that I did it." Her smile is wide and bright. Those blue eyes twinkle.
We get to the deer lease a couple of hours later. Mom picked a lease that was fairly close. As I pull up to the cabin, I'm being generous calling that shed a hunting cabin, I look up to gauge how much daylight is left. "I think we only have about an hour of light left. Why don't we just get the stuff out of the truck and leave the trailer for tomorrow, Mom?" I slide out of the truck. She follows me.
"Oh, Sugar," she chides me. "Did you forget the rules already?" She drags a fingertip across my chest.
Smiling at her, "Of course, I didn't forget the rules, Claire. I just didn't know when playtime started." She wraps her arms around the back of my neck, and kisses me. I can taste the chopped brisket sandwich and coleslaw that she ate for dinner. After braking the kiss, "Let's grab the guns and bags, and head in." I start to turn to get my go bag. She grabs my crotch and gently squeezes. "Claire!" I stifle my surprised shout.
The flirtatious smirk on her face kills me. "I'm just doing what you told me to." Sliding her hand up and down my thickening shaft, "I'm grabbing my favorite gun." And then fondling my nuts, "And the bags that go with it." She gives a quick kiss and then goes back to the passenger side of the truck to get her bag and rifle.
Inside we stand the rifles up against the wall, and put the pistols on the side tables next to the bed. Staring at each other in silence, we have a little bit of strip tease fun taking turns removing similar items. We steal a few kisses in between the strip teases.
Claire crawls onto the bed and stops to look back at me. The glorious MILF nibbles on her lower lip when she looks down at my dick. She spreads her knees and reaches down her belly. Her two fingers spread her pussy lips. She tells me, "No need to eat me, I got wet watching you drive." I stop moving my face towards her puss, and straighten up instead. "I so wanted to molest you while you were driving. Maybe even give you road head." I shuffle up to kneel behind her. "I thought doggy style would be fun for our first time hunting." As I push my blood filled cock into the forbidden, she asks, "Say something dirty to me?"
Once I'm all the way in, I whisper in her ear. "My greedy lil bitch is in heat. I need to help her out." Claire moans loudly.
"Fuck me, Marcus." is all I needed to hear before fucking Claire senseless. I play with her titties while nibbling on her ear. The entire time I'm enjoying pumping into her pussy. Her ass is amazingly tight.
As the sun is setting, Claire urgently shouts, "Sweetie! Sweetie! Baby! Stop playing with my tits!" I stop groping her body. I'm still pumping my dick in and out of her. "Let's watch the sunset as you fill me up."
I do as she says. I look out the window that at the head of the bed along with her. I may not be much of a romantic kind of guy, but I know how to appreciate something romantic when it's pointed out to me.
I cum in her belly with the last few seconds of the sunlight coming over the hills. Her body obviously feels my twitching dick bouncing up and down inside of her. It clinches up and refuses to let me go. I can't believe how exhausted I am after just one hour of trying to fuck her senseless. I wrap an arm around her belly before easing down onto my side. She's now the little spoon.
"Are you ready to sleep, baby?" I can barely hear her.
"Yea, Mom. That was more fun that I thought it would be. I'm really tired."
"Get some sleep, baby. We'll talk more in the morning." I can feel her pussy still trying to drain every drop from my dick as I drift off.
*****
I wake up in a sticky mess of sweat and cum. I slowly sigh remembering last night's fun. It's still dark. My watch says 4:12 am. Claire starts to stir.
She rolls around to look at me. She is very happy. "The most important question I have for you, Marcus, is do we go HUNTING before we go hunting, or do we go hunting before we go HUNTING?" I can tell what she means from the emphasis on the words.
"As much as I would like to stay in bed with you and just enjoy us being alone, I think it'd be wiser to do what we said that we're out here to do. And then do what we really wanted to do."
Mom's face is a fake disappointed, "When did I take the time to raise such an intelligent son that is responsible? And knows how to hide poor behavior?" The kiss catches me off guard for some reason. I should've expected it.
She rolls away from me to get cleaned up. I really do like watching her. Her body moves around so gracefully. She moves much more like Prishna, who has extra pounds, rather than Isabel, who is extremely trim. As I sit here and think about it, it's actually more like Chihiro when she's doing her morning Tai Chi. Slow transitions. Purposeful, but smooth.
"Are you about to jerk off watching my ass flex?" Claire jokes. I get moving. She gives me a quick kiss as she hands me the disposable washcloths.
*****
I really hate the smell of the deer urine that we sprayed our clothes and gear with. It reminds me of cleaning out the houses of dead hoarders or driving a small earth mover after a meth house blows up. But, that's a me problem. It's not so much a problem for Mom. She told me earlier that it only reminded her of needing to babysit when Krista and I were kids in order to pay the bills before we started school.
We watch for several hours from our stall over 30 feet up in the tree. I'm getting annoyed with the lunch of dried fruits, seeds, and nuts. I get it. You can't eat meat or processed food like bread while you're hunting because that just alerts the prey to your presence... But trail mix and water is a shitty meal for breakfast. And possibly lunch.
I finally feel her boot tap mine. "1 o'clock." She's points into the distance before lifting her rifle. Bracing it against the stall's frame. I can barely see the deer. I scope them. Two bucks and three does.
Claire whispers, "I want the 12 point."
"I don't have a clean shot on the four point." I respond. As I'm trying to figure out how to how to scope the only other buck.
"What about 11 o'clock?" she asks. I turn to look. I see an eight and ten point buck.
"I have a target." Claire taps my foot again while stifling a giggle. "When do we shoot? 3 2 1?"
"Yes. Tell me 3 when you think you're ready."
A few seconds later, I whisper, "3."
Claire whispers back, "2."
"1."
*****
We managed to get the deer back to the shack, hung up to drain under a skeeter net. I set up the automatic lights and perimeter alarm, just in case there's dogs or coyotes out here. We ditch out clothes into the laundry bag to leave in the shack, before quickly washing shower under the camp shower.
"You know we can head home tomorrow if you want. We got more one more than I expected." she tells me as we eat our burgers for dinner.
In between bites, I disagree. "Nah. I'd rather we make the mess out here. You know let nature clean it up. Besides, I don't want to let them go too long before starting to process the meat. I want to get them on ice as soon as possible. If we leave now before processing the meat and not get it on ice, it'll spoil. I think that Monday is the soonest we can head back." She nods her head in understanding.
Later, we hike a little ways away to sit on a boulder on the shore of a little lake so that we can watch the sun set. She's so warm in my arms. Her head is resting against my cheek. She interrupts my wool gathering, "Can we sleep under the stars tonight?"
*****
After we chuck one of the mattress from the shack into the bed of the truck, we just cuddle by the fire, watching it burn down to embers.
While the fire still has a little life left to it, Claire stands up to stretch. Her thin broomstick hippy skirt is basically translucent when she stands in front of the fire. I can see the shape of her body through the fabric from the glow of the fire. I know that she has no underwear on because I can see the silhouette of her lips. Yes. Those lips. Claire pulls her phone out of her skirt's one and only pocket. She plays some old folk rock music that I don't recognize. She pulls her tank top off and tosses it onto a nearby log that serves as seating. She bends down at the waist to kiss me, leaving the phone on the log next to my butt. She knows I'm staring at her pussy. When she breaks the kiss she pulls my tshirt off of me.
"Dance with me," she asks me quietly. What 20 year straight dude is going to refuse that request from a half naked MILF. Not this one. Not even if it's his mother...
I don't know how long we dance for. I'm not sure when we lost the rest of our clothes, expect our boots. I do know that my dick is starting to hurt because it's been rubbing up against her naked skin. I just follow her lead as we dance around the fire. When the playlist stops, we kiss. Not hungrily like we normally do. We know that we have all the time we need. She leads me by my hand back to our clothes and her phone. I gather them up before she leads me to the truck.
I help her up into the bed. I sneak a quick kiss on her ass. She giggles and wiggles her ass at me. I climb in quickly. We strip the rest of the way. I leave our boots on the tailgate just in case nature calls.
When I turn back to face her, the full moon hides nothing. She's on her back, propped up on her elbows with her legs spread wide. "Would you lick me a little before I ride my cowboy?" Her voice is light, airy, playful... and lustful. That bit of vocal fry sets me off.
I don't respond verbally. I just do. I lick the inner calf of one leg. Switch to the inner thigh of the other leg. Kiss her trimmed bush several times until I find her clit.
"Finger me, Marcus," she demands softly.
"Not tonight, darling," I reply. "We've been hunting. I will when we get home." I go back to my dessert. She moans. There's a hint of dissatisfaction in it. But she doesn't push it.
Her thighs rub against me face as she's getting closer to her orgasm. I stop the tongue lashing when she pushes my forehead. My tongue makes a gross but sexy slurping noise as it leaves her twat. "I want to get on top now, baby." We rollover and she straddles me. Her face is adorable and sexy at the same time as she slides down my dick to have her hungry pussy swallow my cock whole. "Ooooh. Marc..." She stares into my eyes. "I hope you know how much I love you."
"Yes, I do. I love you too, Claire."
"And we both know how..." she stops herself to kiss me. "Deeply inappropriate this is. And mostly likely illegal."
"Hasn't stopped us yet," is my smart alec remark. "And I don't plan on stopping." I'm running my palms up and down her fit and trim body, enjoying the feel of her ribs under her skin.
She leaves forward to kiss me. Now, Mom starts to pump her pussy up and down onto my incestuous flesh. We find our rhythm quickly. As she changes up between kisses, resting her forehead on mine to pant in my face, and staring into my eyes (which I can only assume that she can see the reflection of the stars in), she groans, "Yes, fuck me... Cum in me... Fill me up... Love me... Don't stop... Fuck me... More..."
Am I just now realizing that we have yet to have protected sex? Have we only fucked bareback? How many times have I filled her womb up with baby stuff?
"FUCK YES! MARCUS! OOOH!" Claire screams into my ear. Her body is shaking uncontrollably. This has never happened before. Internally, I'm starting to panic. Until I feel her cunt trying to milk me. And you guessed it, I just start shooting off into her until her body crashes down onto mine.
I lift her head up so I have a better look. Her eyelids are fluttering and it looks like her eyes are screwed up into her skull. Her slack jaw lets a string of droll fall onto my chest.
"Claire? Are you alright?" I ask. I know that fear is starting to creep into my voice. "Mom! MOM!"
Her body relaxes. The seizure is over. She kisses me lightly. "Yes. I forgive you, darling."
"Claire?" I'm not understanding what's going on.
"I forgive you for calling me 'Mom,' baby."
"What happened?!" I'm feeling terrified.
"Only the best and biggest orgasm that I've ever had."
"Um, what?" I know my face has to look stupid at this point.
"Think about it, Marc. Think about doing something that you know you're not supposed to do," she slowly explains as she recovers. "That thing is illegal. If discovered, could ruin your life. Now, imagine that your partner in crime is someone that you like. Or in our case, someone you love. With the deepest part of your heart. Add on top of that, you're breaking one of the most forbidden rules... Let that sink in for a moment." As I'm absorbing the information. "I just checked off three of my big items on my bucket list." I hope that she can see my confused look in the moonlight. "Have sex watching the sunset. Dance naked around a fire. Being with my lover was a fantastic bonus. Have sex under the stars... Like I couldn't plan a more perfect romantic weekend, baby. The weather has been so nice. And on top of that, and I hate saying this, but I'm having the best sex of my life!"
"But..." I try to respond. She shushes me with a finger on my lips.
"I do love your father. But he has never been this inspired in bed. Even when I was your age. Just, no. I don't care if you believe me or not." She slowly drifts off to my side, pulling my dick out of her. She snuggles up to me, as she pulls a thin blanket over us. I check to make sure that our pistols are next to our heads before we fall asleep.
"You're planning on checking off another bucket list item, aren't you?" I ask in the vain hope that she'll tell me.
"Yes," she kisses my cheek. "But it's not marathon sex." I sigh in relief. "That's for when we're home and I know we won't be disturbed. Besides you need to schedule that one out. You still have a business to run." Another kiss before we fall asleep.
*****
I wake up to the sound of bubbling water boiling through a camp coffee maker and the hiss of a propane gas fire. My morning wood is screaming for attention and to go piss. I slide my boots on and hop off of the tailgate, stumbling to the outhouse. The flickering battery powered lantern gives very little light. I know that the old wives tales of snakes and spiders hiding in the latrine are just that. Urban myths, but I'm not in the mood to test them right now. I grab a hold of the handle next to the door so that I can hover my ass over the old, and frankly scary looking cracked wooden seat, and let my bowels go. The long stream of piss barely catches the carve out to catch urine from guys taking a shit. I have to aim it better. Once I'm done I can see the packet of disposable butt wipes. You know the kind. They say that they're flushable, but they're not. In a pit outhouse like this, it doesn't matter. Mom was obviously thinking ahead, or she got caught afterwards and felt the need to prevent future embarrassments.
After wiping my dick off and my ass (in that order), I meander to the hand wash station. The water is cold. But what do you expect from a 150 gallon tank of captured rain with a bottle of foam hand soap zip tied to the side of it? I wash my hands a few times just to make sure they're clean.
Mom has started the fire up again. It's back to a normal sized campfire. I wave my hands over the fire to warm them back up. I notice that I'm leaning over the fire with my legs as far away from the fire as possible. Don't need to be roasting any nuts over this fire.
I feel a hand gently run up my back. "Coffee?" That sexy vocal fry is back. She must still be tired.
"Oh, yes. My hands are cold." I reward her with a kiss before I sip at the hot liquid. I appreciate that she's just as naked as I am. "You're too beautiful for words right now. Thank you for the brain waking bean juice."
As I slowly drink what we're currently calling coffee, she steps behind me to watch the fire over my shoulder.
"I have a bucket list thing I want to do, Marc."
"Yeah? What's that?"
She looks at her watch in front of my body. She wants me to see it as well. "The sun is coming up in a few minutes..." She doesn't need to fully explain her thought to me. I mean, I've known her my entire life. I know how to fill in the blanks.
I take her hand and lead her to the picnic table for the camp and set my coffee down. I move her to be in front of me. She leans back into me. How are we this comfortable with each other already? I'm never this comfortable with clients this quickly.
After a minute of standing there, she tells me to wait. She hustles to go get something. I enjoyed watching that tight sweet ass jog around in the fore-glow of the morning sun. She slides back into place in front of me. She drops her phone onto the picnic table, and then kicks off her boots. She stands on her toes on top of my boots.
Excitedly like it's Christmas, Mom blurts out, "I can't wait for you to make me cum while we watch the sun come up."
Feeling a little sad for her, "You're such a hopeless romantic, Claire."
She doesn't want to slip off of my feet in order to kiss. "You've been the most romantic partner I've ever had. Your father only thinks of expensive dinners at fancy restaurants, chocolates in heart shaped boxes, and flowers. And they're nice! But... this is what I want. I want romance out of the standard bullshit." She can feel my dick thickening. "Romance is about intimacy. And while not all intimacy is sexual... OH! LOOK! THE SUN'S COMING UP!" she shouts. "I need your intimacy..." she grabs my dick and lifts her butt. She aims my forbidden flesh to her equally forbidden folds. Easing down onto me, she blows the air in her lungs out. "I'll hate the day that this doesn't feel special." She taps her phone a couple of times. I wrap my arms around her. One hand gropes a tit.
I recognize the song. 'Here Comes the Sun' by the Beatles. I start pumping into her with the rhythm of the song. She coos. "Tusk" by Fleetwood Mac follows it up. I'm planning on making her lose consciousness at this point. If she wants a fucking to remember... I'm going to do my best. It intensifies with with "Holding Out For a Hero".... I don't even hear the following songs. The only music to my ears is her whinging for more, grunting as I plunge back into her pussy, and ecstatic moans of pleasure as ripples of orgasms roll over her body.
The sun is fully up. Her pie is loaded with cream. We slowly separate.
"Hoo! I need to sit down." She turns around to face me, as she plops down on the picnic table bench. "What did I do to deserve you? Fuck. That was good."
*****
I spent the rest of the morning and part of the early afternoon cleaning the deer that we shot yesterday. I'm amazed that no flies or insects got into the drained blood. Nature usually has a way. I package the blood up, on ice, to be boiled off and processed later. I skin the animals preserving as much as I can for leather or taxidermy. Bones go into a separate bag. The meat is divvied up by type before going onto ice. I turn on the cooling unit for the trailer, before locking it up.
I'm a blood covered and tired mess by three in the afternoon.
Claire is staring at me as I walk out of the trailer for the last time. She's rubbing her legs together.
"You're so fucking sexy right now, but you smell horrible. Get washed up."
Mom refilled the shower bag so that the sun had enough time to warm it up. I can hear her breaking down the rest of our camp as I bathe.
As I'm toweling myself off, I hear her voice drop into that sensual lower range with the vocal fry, "Hello, Mr. Delicious. I've not been ignoring you, but we are out in the rough." I pull the towel off of my head to see what's going on. Claire is staring at my dick and making hand motions that she wants to play with it. "Once we get back to civilization and can play again, I'm going to gobble you up!"
I sigh, and finish getting dressed.
*****
The drive home has some weird sexual tension. Mom keeps giving me puppy dog / bedroom eyes.
"I just want to tell you how much I appreciate this weekend. You didn't need to do any of the things that we did. But, I enjoyed it so much." She is looking as me as she's curled up in the passenger seat. "I'm having to control myself right now. All I want to do is give you road head and ride your dick as you drive. But I know that's too risky. I'm so in love with you right now." I sigh. Before I can reply, she tells me, "I planned a surprise for you when we get home."
I know what I expected it to be. Holy fuck. Was I wrong.
*****
Daylight is starting to fade as I pull into our driveway. I see Krista's Bronco. Parked next to my beater Ranger. Well, I guess the surprise is going to be delayed. I was really looking forward to Mom's surprise.
Mom helps me unload the trailer. The meat is temperature sensitive. Once all of the deer stuff is refrigerated, we drag the rest of the stuff into the garage. We'll organize later.
I feel Mom's hand slide up my back underneath my shirt. I feel my dick stirring. I growl as quietly as I can, "Krista's home, Mom. We can't do that."
She giggles. Her hand slips away from me as she spins around. Her laughter is not even barely hidden, "I have no idea what you're talking about." She dances off through the door to the house.
I find Mom loading the laundry machine with our gear. Mixed up as it is. I sneak inside for a quick kiss.
She groans into my mouth. And then she tells me, "Not yet, baby. Your surprise isn't ready yet... Go take a shower. Scrub hard. I'm getting tired of you telling me that you can't finger me because you're still covered in blood and gore." I kiss her again before leaving. She grabs my arm. Looking at me seriously, "Even under your fingernails. I want no excuses. Do you understand me, young man?"
That makes me giggle. "Yes, Ma'am."
I take my time under the hot water. I grab the brush that Krista has in the shower to clean under her nails when she has acrylics. I think of how weird it is to have this little brush, but why I don't have my own? I don't have my own, considering how grimy I get from my regular job or the random hunting trip like this. I'll need to ask her where she got hers.
As I'm toweling off, my phone buzzes. Mom texted me, <>
All of the lights are off when I leave the bathroom. I step into my bedroom as quietly as I can. I see a body shape under the top sheet on my bed. The heavier blankets are shoved to the side into a neat pile. Mom doesn't want to deal with the blankets. That's understandable. They probably need to be washed.
I flip the bed sheet off to the side. I'm greeted with an absolute gorgeous vision of spread legs and Mom dragging her fingers up and down her stomach.
I scurry up and lightly bite those delectable delicate fingers. She makes the soft and frightened sound, "Eep!" As she pulls her hand away from her belly.
I softly growl, "Then don't give me such a sexy target to bite." She harshly shushes me. "Then quit being so sexy," I mumble as I kiss my way up her leg. She grabs my chin and rushes it up past her pussy. I really wanted to eat her out, but I get it. She's ready for the main course.
She rushes me past her belly, and her tits. I wanted to kiss them. "Your pussy is really hungry, isn't it? I ask the pillow covered face. I'm assuming that Claire wants to bite the pillow to stay quiet. Her hand guides me into the forbidden zone. She grunts, "uh, huh." She's agreeing with me.
Her voice seems much higher pitched.
As I plunge into her body, I yank the pillow away from her, and toss it off to the side. "Hello, pretty lady," I whisper. Her heels wrap around me, trying to bring me further in. Her bluest of eyes are sparkling. Like it's the first time that we've had sex. Like we're creating a first time memory.
I feel a hand lightly run up my back. You know that kind of feeling like an old ex-girlfriend that wants you back? That.
That familiar sexy low volume voice with the fry tells me, "This is my surprise, Sugar. I'm giving you back to the woman that gave you to me. You wore me out this weekend... And she's here for the long run."
I turn my head to focus on the owner of the hand on my back. I'm seriously confused. I'm looking at the same person, underneath me with my dick in halfway submerged into her and the one flirting with me touching my back. It takes way too long for my brain to catch up.
"Krista!" I shout looking at the woman that is slowly pulling my dick further into her with her heels.
Her face is rolling mess of emotions. "Hey, baby bro. No need to shout. I'm right here." She pulls her heels in harder. She wants my dick all the way inside of her. "I'm sorry... that I wanted... You feel so good."
Just as I hear the door close behind us, Krista brings her body up to mine. The piercings around her pussy, her belly button, her nipples... That's why I wasn't allowed to take my time. I would've ruined the surprise. Not that I knew about them. But I just spent a weekend fucking someone without any piercings.
She gets louder as we get into it. She occasionally rolls her hips to get my dick to rub different parts of her pussy. I roll us over to let her ride me. She gets much more active. Her hands are going everywhere across my body. I leave my hands on her hips so that I I can pump into her harder.
"I want more!" Krista moans.
"The next time I'm on top, I'll fold your legs up on my shoulders... I'll get more into you.' I mutter.
As her pussy crashes down onto me, she makes that "Eep!" sound. "That's a thing?!"
"Yes, Krista. That's a thing. I want to show you how fun that is..."
My darling sister goes into jackhammer mode to avoid the rest of that topic.
*****
I'm actually surprised that I'm waking up next to Krista. I expected her to go to her room to maintain the illusion that we're not doing anything inappropriate. She immediately rolls off to her side of the bed, and sits with her legs over the side. I reluctantly roll over to my side to sit on the edge of the bed.
"Did I do something wrong, Krista?" I ask.
"No. I'm just feeling a little guilty."
"What do you mean?"
"Well... when I found out that you were doing..." she waves her hand dismissively. "The thing. I made so many jokes about you. I wrote so many insults to use. And then when I found that letter that Mom got from Dad. I thought it would be the best prank." Krista has yet to look at me. "After I talked with Jaya some more after Mom scheduled her appointment, I started to feel like I was being a bitch. Unnecessarily being a bitch." Krista falls quiet for a bit. I just wait. It's obvious that she's still trying to get her thoughts together. "And then I asked Mom about her experience of hiring a whore. Not only did she tell that it was you, she told me how good it was to be with you. She has no regrets about doing this with you." Krista turns to get her phone off of the nightstand. She opens it up to text messages from our mother, and slides it over to me. "I haven't seen Mom that happy in years... And you're the reason." I can feel the bed move as she starts to swing her legs. "I got jealous, Marcus."
I see so many photos that I didn't realize that Mom took while we were at the deer lease. Us holding hands. A selfie with me while I was asleep. Me prepping the bed of the truck for us to sleep in. A video of us dancing around the fire naked. A weird angled post sex selfie that I was too busy watching the sunrise.
"And my jealously disappeared when Mom suggested that she give me a night with you as a thank you for getting you two started." Krista finally turns to look at me. "I just don't know how we.. Now that we've been in bed... I've never thought this part out."
The door opens. Mom is carrying a couple of mugs of coffee. "I know how dependent my crotch goblins are on caffeine... Y'all are awfully far apart from each other. What's going on?"
I speak up first. "We don't exactly know, Mom... I mean, Claire. We're trying to figure out..."
"How you fit into each other's lives now." Mom finishes my sentence.
"Mom!" I mutter. "Please don't make light of this."
She stops for a moment. Full freeze. She starts moving again, she shrugs, "You're still siblings. I know that you both still love each other." She hands us the mugs of coffee. "How about the two of you get a shower and dressed? I'm meet you downstairs."
Mom walks over to Krista to kiss her on the forehead. When she walks over to me, she kisses me on the lips. She leaves without another word.
We sit there to drink our coffee. After several minutes, I get up to get clothes out for myself. When I see that Krista is still sitting on my bed, I walk over to her room to get something for her to wear.
"Hey, Krista," I say. "I don't know what you want me to call you to get your attention. But I got you some clothes to wear after your shower."
She finally gets up from my bed. She looks at the clothes that I picked out for her and myself. "Were you planning on dressing us as a couple? Or just getting clothes that we're comfortable in?"
I refuse to let her joke about my choices. "You want to dress as a couple?" I dig into my dresser. I come up with matching shirts. "I've got these."
She glares at me. I get drug into the shower by my hand. Krista refuses to say anything. "Get in, dork."
I snark back, "Says the woman that is fixing up a broken down Bronco so that it's lifted. With lights flashing around he tires, and.."
Krista kisses me to shut me up. "Get in the stupid shower, stupid."
It only takes us seconds to devolve into debauchery. My dick is thrust into her at her insistence. I'm not going to argue. The water spraying down on us makes it sound so much louder.
Once my sister feels me fill her up and her cunt clamps down onto me... she finally lets me do the boyfriend thing of washing her hair.
"You're really gentle, Marc. Thank you."
"Why shouldn't I be? I got kinda rough with your pussy."
"Let's not talk about that."
"Why?"
Looking at me over her shoulder, she tells me, "This is the first time in my life that I don't want to be on birth control... Wash my back?"
I do as asked. She continues, "You make it hard to not fuck you... and I know I shouldn't. But I like it too much... Is this what Mom or Jaya's mom deal with?"
I know what I want to say. Instead, I flip her hair off of her back. "I'm obviously not done yet. You're still talking." I turn her to face the wall.
Krista braces against the wall as I grab her hips to fuck her silly.
*****
I'm collecting myself and Krista from the shower floor. We're all awkward limbs.
"Are you ok, Krista?"
Angrily, she responds, "You better give me a pet name for the next time you do that! And it better be in bed! We almost hurt each other! You.... idiot... moron... I didn't hurt your dick? Did I?"
"Nope." I smile at her.
"Good." She kisses me as she straddles me. "I'm not done yet." My back makes ridiculous suction noises on the slick floor as I thrust up into her.
I watch has my dick disappears into her. She rest her forehead on mine and looks down at our merging sexes. "It actually looks just as sexy as it feels, bro." She stare at our collective junk pistoning against each other. "I... I can actually... see my cream... on your balls." She kisses me.
Once we finally cum, the water is starting to get cold. We rinse off quickly, and hop out. I sprinkle little kisses across her neck and ears while we dry off.
Krista goes with the idea of dressing as a couple. Most people will probably think we're dressing like twins. No harm. No Foul.
Mom has food ready for us when we walk in. "Sit down, kids. I have some thoughts I want to share with you."
We start eating. Krista has her left hand on my leg and Claire has her right hand on my other leg.
"I was thinking while you two were having loud make up sex. Krista you graduate this year with your Master's. Marcus you're going to be a sophomore this year. Once the year is over, I'm willing to help you find a place to live off campus. Obviously Krista will have to move to your college town, Marcus. She can get an entry level job for a couple of years. We can reevaluate after Marcus graduates. But you'll have full access to him everyday, Krista." Claire is smiling widely at her plan. "And I can visit at least monthly for my special time with Marcus. In addition to all of the holidays. I can move my office into one of your bedrooms, and make my office the bedroom that you guys can share when you visit. That'll be far enough on the other side of the house from my bedroom that your father won't hear you two."
"Possible flaw in your plan, Mom." Krista pipes in. There are two bedrooms that need to be dealt with."
"Pish posh. We can figure that out as we go. We at least have a start. Maybe I can turn it into a personal gym..." Claire dismissed the issue. "Now why don't you two spend the day together and bond some more. Maybe go down to the lake for a swim? That way you can ogle each other's half naked bodies in the sun thinking about what you're going to do in bed tonight."
"But, what about my business, Claire?"
"We'll figure it out. It's not like you could keep it up forever. You'll have to unwind the sex part obviously. Maybe you can have full time employees while you're living off campus?"
"No, Mom. He needs to keep it running. At least until he graduates. I'm sure one of them will get really upset if he shuts it down before then and starts making trouble for him. And then us." Krista counters.
"Good point. Hadn't thought about that, Sweetie." Mom thinks for a minute.
"It's only a two hour drive home. I can do that easily on the weekends." Krista adds.
"And we'll also need to talk about one or two clients that are rather attached to me. And Jaya."
"Then that sounds like a good workaround for now, Krista. And duly noted, Marcus... Now. You two go bond." Claire says with authority before kissing me roughly. "Before I decide to keep him to myself for the rest of the day, Krista." She walks away to her office.
I grin at Krista. "I already know you look hot in a bikini."
Her grin has more naughtiness than mine, "And, I know of a secluded island at the lake." She slides her hand around the back of my head to kiss me. Breaking the kiss, "Go get the canoe on top of my truck. I need more of that delicious dick, and I'm feeling adventurous."
*****
Epilogue:
At the end of the summer...
I'm busy packing my stuff up preparing to head back to campus. I think we have a really good plan hashed out for the next couple of years.
I stuff the only two plushies that I own into a bag. A rabbit and a deer. I know that my roommate is going to think that I'm either weird or gay. And I can (and probably will) care less about their opinion. The deer is obviously to remind me of Claire. And the rabbit? That's Krista. This summer we've been inseparable, and fucking every chance we got. Usually for several hours before Claire demanded my attention. I giggle and start to get hard when I see the heart shaped pattern on the rabbit's butt. Krista told me that she wants me to think about fucking her from behind every time I see it. Krista has become my 'Bunny.'
My phone buzzes. The text message is from Mom. <>
Walking in I see Mom sitting at her desk. She's turned to face the door. Not only is that smile seductive, but that crop top spaghetti strap tank top and the broomstick skirt with the split that goes up to her hips is fucking sexy as hell. So much smooth tanned skin on display. I still think it's funny that she got a belly button ring to imitate Krista. She says that she always wanted one since the 90's, but was scared to be called a slut for having it. But I have my opinion.
She's patiently waiting for me to sit down next to her. I close the door behind me and lock it. Dad's not due home for another three hours, but why risk it? I sit down. Now mind you I didn't think anything about the chair not having armrest at that time. But, it'll be important that Mom brought this chair in from another room for me to use instead of the other chairs in her office. She slides her butt up to the edge of her seat.
She hands me the letter that Dad wrote her that I didn't finish reading. "I've already had a conversation with Krista. I need to talk with you now, but I need you to read the rest of the letter, Sugar."
I start at the point that I left off.
"Please, don't flaunt it in my face. Keep the future lover a secret from me.
If you still have the urge to have more children... If they look close enough to me, I'll raise them as my own. If they don't, they we'll agree to tell everyone that we're in counseling and that I've forgiven you for infidelity. If the kids ask, I'll just say that I already know and that your happiness is more important.
I love you, Claire. I want you to be happy and safe.
Sincerely,
Alex"
"Mom, I'm failing to see the connection. I'm feeling stupid."
"My name is Claire," she reminds me. The gears in my head speed up. She opens the day planner on her desk. I see an appointment with a sticky note with an arrow pointing at it, and a plastic tube next to that date.
It finally hits me. Claire's pregnant. And I'm the only guy she's been with.
She slides out of her chair and unbuckles my belt. I'm in too much shock for my brain to understand what she's doing. My dick has a mind of it's own. Once I smelled her excitement when I walked in, it started to get happy. I unconsciously lift my butt to let her slide my jeans down to my ankles. Claire pulls the skirt to the side to expose her naked freshly shaved pussy, and straddles me.
Effortlessly taking my incestuous flesh into her own incestuous sex, "Let's celebrate, Sugar," she whispers. "It's not like I can get anymore pregnant."
"Besides, Sugar. You should worry more about your little rabbit going off of her birth control in two years." With that statement, Claire kisses me to shut me up so that we can fuck.