Not Yet But Now 3

Not Yet But Now, Ch. 3 of 15
by Dirty Pierre

But that night I returned to my own bed to sleep, as she directed.

And Mum proved as good as her word. A couple of nights later I tried again, but she firmly, though gently, refused to indulge me. And so I milked myself in the solitude of my own bed, spraying my young cum all over myself as I pictured her lovely swaying breasts, her brown nipples, her legs and bottom, the hairy bush beneath the black lace of her sexy panties, my desire unfulfilled. How I wanted to tear off her clothes and feast on her hidden flesh, to force my hot stiff cock into her body, to spurt my sticky cream inside her in those moments! But it was not to be.

I continued to grow, and masturbated often; to the point where my young cock was sorely chafed, climaxes no more than a brief jolt of pleasure, ejaculate limited to a tiny white pearl at my pee-hole. But my lust for my mother only grew the greater.

And for Alice, too. Watching her strutting round the house in a tiny pair of sheer pink panties through which I could see the cheeks of her bottom and her blond pussy fur, her small pink-nippled tits jutting proudly from her chest inflamed me, and often I imagined her in impossibly carnal roles when I was coaxing the sperm from my horny adolescent member.

Despite my reaching puberty, neither of them made any greater efforts towards modesty in their dress than they had done before. I was accordingly treated to many and varied eyefuls of trembling butt-cheeks, inviting breasts, smooth legs and the casual touching of intimate places with which to feed my voracious fantasies.

Nor did my mother ever comment on the cum-spattered sheets and semen-crusted pyjamas that she took from my bed every week to wash. Though sometimes there was perhaps a twinkle in her eye when she asked me to strip my bed.

Times, too, I sought their dirty panties from the laundry basket, sniffing in the woman-smell of the dried creamy discharge left in them as I hotly stroked myself, even licking the crotches that had nestled snugly against their pussies, imagining that I was tasting their delicious cunts as I made myself squirt hot gooey boy-juice from my growing cock.

But fulfilment of those fantasies was further away than Mars. I received no hint from Mum – and certainly none from Alice – that sexual attention from me would be welcomed. I put my delightful first experience down to, well, experience.

Mum and Alice grew closer as Alice worked her way into high school. There was quite a lot of talk about boys, and how to deal with them, in which I took neither part nor interest. There were discussions of period pains and beauty, celebrities and clothes. They could have such girly stuff to themselves. The only clothes of theirs which interested me were the tiny provocative garments that held their tits and clothed their pussies.

Yes, I did pay attention to their underwear. Mum had always worn pretty lingerie, favouring lace through which her most intimate parts showed. Little red or black bikini pants that stretched across her hips, framing the little mummy-tummy that I always found so arousing. Now I realise its significance in a way that I did not then: the hint of bulge borne low down between the hips that, in one who wears her experience with pride, whispers, “I know what it is to arouse my mate, to fuck and draw out his hot seed, to bear fruit, and to delight in these things.”

During my twelfth and thirteenth year Mum began sometimes to wear tiny g-strings that exposed her bottom enticingly. So did Alice, though her school undies were strictly utilitarian white or blue. And at 16 Alice got a hot pink bikini like that: you could see the whole of the small rounded cheeks of her bottom when she wore it, the pink spandex string crossing her hips and disappearing in the crack between. She only wore it for sunbathing in the back garden, a sight which made my cock very hard and needing the relief which, of course, I gave it, spying on her and masturbating as she languidly rubbed lotion over herself on the sun-lounge.

Sometimes I heard her and Mum talking or giggling behind Mum’s bedroom door late at night after I’d gone to bed. I thought nothing much of it: it was of a piece with their general closeness. Not that I felt left out: Mum was as fond and warm towards me as ever, and my infant fights with Alice had long ceased. But there was about it a hint that Alice was seen as more grown up than me, to be having this time with Mum in which I was not included. I wasn’t particularly curious, but …

One spring night when I was fourteen, figuring that I was now pretty much grown I took it on myself to join them, to assert my own quasi-adulthood. Mum’s laugh came through her door as I approached. Then a low murmur from her and a muffled squeal from Alice. I quietly turned the handle and peeked in.

And such a sight I saw, indeed, in the low light of Mum’s bedside lamp. Alice was naked on her knees on the rumpled bed, her head on a pillow but turned away from the door, her back arched, her hand between her legs, playing with her sex. And Mum was kneeling nude behind her, her breasts swaying beneath her body, before, leaning forward, she began to lovingly lick my teenage sister’s bum-hole.

Such a thing I could never have imagined. Open-mouthed I watched in disgust and fascination, my mother poking out her tongue and wetly licking all around Alice’s puckered anus, both of them moaning in pleasure. Alice worked her hips up and down, writhing and pushed her bottom back against Mum’s sucking, red-lipped mouth. And Mum was feeling between her own splayed legs, too. So utterly disgusting. Such very filthy sex. I felt the revulsion strong, jumping in the pit of my stomach. And below that, an overwhelming, hot, vile desire – in my rigid cock and burning right through my loins.

“Fuck, Mum, oh fuck…” Alice hissed. “Fuck, I’m going to cum, keep going, keep going, lick my arse, lick it…”

But she suddenly screamed and sat bolt upright, reflexively clasping her arms across her chest.

“AAAA! Peter!”

She had turned her head as her orgasm neared and looked right into my eyes.

“Oh fuck, oh shit, oh fuck!”

And Mum, too, a deer in the headlights, a moment completely panic-stricken, before she collected herself.

“Huh,” she puffed emptily. She pursed her lips, then leant back on her knees and said, low and reassuringly, “Rabbit. Come over here, honey.”

Alice scrambled to cover herself with a sheet, staring wild-eyed at me. But as I reached the foot of the bed Mum patted the covers beside her.

“Get naked, sweetheart. Come up here.”

I shucked off my pyjamas and climbed onto the bed between them, my cock jutting hotly up against my tummy.

“Oh, sweetheart, how you’ve grown,” Mum complimented me, reaching out to grasp it, drawing me closer. True it was; my erection was now a deal larger than it had been when she first drew the youthful cum from my body. She stroked it lightly with her right hand before lifting and offering a heavy breast with the other.

“Suck my tits, sweetie…”

I bent my head to take the fat proffered brown nipple between my lips. Mum let go of my cock and gently cradled my head, running her fingers through my hair.

“Oh, darling,” she moaned, “You love your mummy? You love to nurse on her like that?”

“Mm-hmm,” I responded, latched to her flesh, sucking and rolling her nipple under my tongue.

“Did we frighten you? I hope we didn’t. Because…” she eased the nipple from my mouth and turned my face up to hers, “I didn’t mean you to see, ah, what you saw… so soon, but I do want you to know, sweetheart, how to enjoy everything about your body, everything about women’s bodies.”

She leaned down and kissed me with the open lips that, only short moments earlier, had been hornily exploring my teenage sister’s arsehole. But I did not resist in the least, opening my own mouth and rabidly, and no doubt clumsily, drinking from hers, moaning, sucking on her wet probing tongue.

Meantime, Alice stretched out beneath the sheet, relaxing a little and turning towards us. Noticing, Mum broke our kiss.

“Alice, sweetie,” she went on. “This is the day we knew was coming. Don’t be shy. Show Peter your beautiful body. Go on.”

Strange how context is all. To be naked together in the bathroom was nothing, but here, lying in Mum’s bed, caught in the enjoyment of her lascivious pleasures, Alice seemed overcome with shyness. She diffidently let the sheet slowly drop, first revealing her firm young tits, then her trim belly.

“Show him your pussy, sweetheart…Oh yes. Show him how you pleasure yourself.”

Alice glanced a bit doubtfully at Mum, but did as she was bid. She pushed the sheet off her legs and spread them wide, revealing little pink lips beneath the downy fuzz of her pudenda. She shyly slipped her right hand down over her belly and began circling the tiny pink button at the top of her slit, closing her eyes and biting her lower lip.

“Good girl,” encouraged Mum. “Isn’t it beautiful, Rabbit? Hasn’t your sister got the sweetest little cunt? See how wet she is, how much she’s enjoying it.”

Alice’s hips jerked spasmodically. Panting, she snaked her left hand between her legs from underneath and pushed two fingers into her little pink cunt-mouth, working them in and out as she continued to tease her little button with her other hand. Tiny sucking noises came from her cunt, her fingers glistening wet with girl-juice.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck…” she muttered, her body and legs tensing. Curling her feet and pointing her toes she raised her hips off the bed, squealing, “Oh yes! Yes! Yeeess!”

Behind me, Mum was kissing my neck and shoulder as we watched Alice’s sweet display.

“Was that a nice cum, darling?” Mum asked as her eyelids fluttered open again.

“Yes,” Alice laughed happily, taking a big sigh. “Very nice.”

“I thought so. And now it’s Peter’s turn. You’re very excited, aren’t you, Rabbit?”

I didn’t need to confirm it. My stiff cock was drooling clear sticky pre-cum, and I was desperate for relief.

Mum made me wriggle up to the head of the bed and lie on my back while she took up station beyond my feet.

“Did it shock you to see me licking Alice, sweetie?” she enquired, licking her fingers and reaching for my hot penis.

“Well…” I didn’t want to say ‘yes,’ but it certainly had.

She took hold of my cock and began to stroke me, a wicked look in her eye.

“Lift up your legs, darling.”

How filthy and delicious! My mother, slowly stroking my adolescent cock, her head between my legs, and now…her tongue wetly lapping at my arsehole. Oh that’s so good, so hot, so dirty, oh my…

Alice, propped up on one elbow to watch, began to finger herself again, eyes glowing.

A complete overload of pent-up lust consumed me. The sex-pleasure in my arsehole, my bowels, my prostate, my cock was overwhelming, explosive.

“Oh! He’s squirting! He’s squirting everywhere!” Alice cried delightedly as the hot semen began erupting from my cock. “Fuck, I’m cumming again!”

As my own orgasm mounted, with my mother’s hand knowingly milking me, her tongue probing my horny arsehole, I threw back my head and latched onto the breast offered by my sister, sucking as much of her beautiful firm tit-flesh into my mouth as I possibly could, cumming and cumming as she too fingered herself to another hot climax, the pair of us writhing and groaning in carnal ecstasy.

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“Well, darlings,” Mum declared, shifting up the bed beside me as our orgasms subsided, putting her arm round me and stroking my hair. “I wasn’t intending that this should happen for a while yet, and I hope it’s not too much for you, Peter.”

“Oh no, Mum,” I hastened to reassure her.

“… Because, well, what you saw and what I just did with you are very, very intimate, private things that many people, people much older than you, wouldn’t understand.” Youthful pride precluded any admission of incomprehension.

“And I don’t want to hurt you, sweetie – p’raps it’s a little like drinking wine you know: when we’re young we probably prefer lemonade, but some things we appreciate more as we get a little bit older – I don’t want you to think that sex is awful or bad.”

I didn’t know what drinking wine was like, but assured her, “I won’t think that, Mum.”

“Are you sure?”

“Sure I’m sure,” I replied, nuzzling at her offered breasts.

“I hope not, sweetie, because I want us all to have so much pleasure together.”

I put my arms around her and began kissing her tits, alternating from one prominent brown nipple to the other.

“That’s lovely, darling,” she complimented me a bit huskily. “You know, I’m really quite excited – Alice, dear, would you mind licking me?”

My sister giggled naughtily – whether at Mum’s excessive politeness or just because, as I came to learn, she had grown into a deliciously wicked little thing – and hopped off the bed. She knelt on the floor and pulled Mum towards her by the ankles, until her bottom was resting on the edge of the mattress.

“Are you horny, Mummy?” she asked teasingly, running her fingers lightly up Mum’s spread inner thighs.

“Alice, please,” Mum responded in a not-in-front-of-the-children tone.

“I think you are horny, Mummy,” Alice went on, “Your pussy is all wet, your pussy lips have got all swollen.”

From my vantage point, looking down over Mum’s tummy, I could see the topmost part of her pussy fur beyond it. I couldn’t make out precisely what Alice was doing, but she began rhythmically rubbing lightly between Mum’s legs.

“Alice…” Mum’s tone was now more strained, “Oh Alice, lick me, darling, please lick my pussy.”

And this Alice finally did, gluing her mouth to Mum’s crotch and looking up at me with knowing eyes. Her head moved up and down against Mum’s cunt, drawing sighs and long moans of pleasure. Mum embraced me and our mouths sought each other, her kiss swollen-lipped, wet and passionate, the scent of her familiar, yet subtly different in her arousal, her tongue eagerly seeking my own, her breath coming in irregular warm puffs against my cheek. Clinging to me and writhing against me, now nipping with her teeth at my throat, babbling in a low voice.

“Kiss me darling, kiss me…bite me…bite my neck, squeeze my tits…oh yes, pull on them…oh fuck yes…hurt me…oh God, oh fuck…make me cum, make me cum, make me cum…”

Growing tense all over, her hips shuddering, her arms vicelike around my body, her head pressed hard into my shoulder.

“Oh, darlings, oh…oh yes,” so fiercely, “Oh fuck, yes! My babies! Making me, making me…cum!”

Rigid in climax, Mum had clamped her thighs around Alice’s head and was pushing her hips up, while her fingernails dug sharply into my back and I felt her biting my shoulder hard before she suddenly threw herself back open-legged on the mattress, moaning loud and gripping Alice’s head in her hands, grinding her pussy into Alice’s face, moaning and sobbing as she came.

She relaxed and lay back dreamily, her fingers idly wandering over my chest as I lay beside her. Alice crawled back onto the bed and lay on Mum’s other side, draping an arm over her and teasing a nipple between her fingers.

“That was pretty fucking horny!” Alice enthused.

“Sure was,” I agreed.

“Yes, well, I’m sure it’s not the last time we’ll play together,” Mum added, craning her neck to kiss first Alice and then me, lingering on our throats.

I could feel my cock urgently pressing against her hip.

“Are you feeling horny again, darling? Could I taste you before we go to sleep?”

She wriggled around to gain access. And so it was that for the first time, but far from the last, my mother nursed on my penis, sweetly sucking and stroking and eagerly accepting the cum that she soon coaxed from my horny teen cock, murmuring appreciation with eyes closed for the gooey load she brought spurting into her mouth, rubbing my cockhead over her smiling, semen-smeared lips, as Alice looked on, her eyes shining in lustful concentration.

“God, I love that taste!” Mum declared when she finally let go of my now flaccid dick, “I don’t know how I’ve gone without it for so long. But I hope,” she added, looking up at me, “I won’t have to go without for long anymore.” Still coming down for my second climax of the evening, I smiled at her.

“No, Mum, I don’t think you will.”

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