Not Yet But Now 9

Not Yet But Now, Ch. 9 of 15
by Dirty Pierre

We slept late and woke glowing. Mum brought me a cup of tea in bed. We kissed, then showered. Embracing soapily, my cock stimulated between Mum’s slippery legs, we rubbed against each other and I squeezed her big boobs; all in the interests of sound personal hygiene.

Naked, we took breakfast together in the kitchen, giving little kisses and caresses, much distracted by the hunger for each other’s bodies. Mum sat astride my lap, bending my stiff cock down between her legs, where it nestled along her pussy and arse crack. It hurt being bent like that, but in a good way, reassuringly rubbing along her hot crotch. Wriggling a little on it, her ripe breasts brushing across my chest, she proffered a piece of toast.

“Open wide, there’s a good baby, here comes the aeroplane…”

“Aw, Mum, really!” I protested, nevertheless taking it whilst stroking her flanks.

“Mmm, a nice big aeroplane like the one between baby’s legs that goes in Mummy,” she teased, wriggling some more.

“Big, eh?”

“Well, darling, it is rather erotic to see such a man-sized penis on your young body. Not to mention how it feels inside me.”

“Mmm, I want to be inside you again,” I murmured, reaching up to kiss her and toying with her nipples.

“I want you, too, sweetheart, but my pussy’s a little bit sore. I’m out of practice, you know.”

Rising slightly, she worked her hips back and forth, allowing my cock to rub delightfully along the crack of her arse. Sensing my eagerness, she reached across the table to the butter dish. Scooping up a dab of it, she reached between her legs to rub it greasily along my cock.

“Let me masturbate you, darling,” she whispered. “Let Mummy make you cum again like we used to…”

It had only been once or twice, but apparently our earliest encounters had made an impression on both of us. I moaned and opened my mouth to kiss her, her sure hand steadily stroking me.

“Darling, suck my nipples while I play with your beautiful cock. I love making it cum, making you have orgasms.”

“Ooh, Mum, that feels so good…”

“I’m glad, darling. I love your cock, it’s so good to suck,” she purred, “It fits perfectly in my mouth…in my juicy cunt. I’m such a lucky mother…”

“Mum, slow down, slow down…”

“Alright, sweetheart.” Mum let go of me and rose, her tits swaying. “I’d like to show you something,” she continued, “But you’ll have to trust me: it may seem a little strange.”

“Yes, okay,” I replied, curious.

“Well, I want you to stand up and bend over the table. Don’t worry, it won’t hurt. Much, anyway,” she laughed.

As I did so, she reached for more butter with her other hand.

“Now bend over, that’s a good boy, and open your legs. That’s right.”

She squatted behind me. I felt her breath along my arse and then – oh delight! – her tongue at my anus, gently licking. My cock throbbed hot and hard against my abdomen.

“Now, darling, I want you to relax,” Mum said, standing again. I felt her greasy finger poking at my arsehole, and instinctively clenched it tight. “Relax, sweetheart, let me explore your bottom. Bear down, ah…” she was searching for the correct instruction, “Push as if you’re having a poo.”

I did so, and her finger slipped easily inside me.

“That’s right, that’s right. Good boy. Now just stay nice and relaxed like that.”

She worked her finger in and out deliberately, noting my reactions. The feeling immediately inside my arsehole was pleasant, but not unduly special. The intellectual pleasure of having my arse fingered by my naughty mother, on the other hand, was special indeed.

She gently wiggled her finger around inside me a little as if she were looking for something, drawing it out and gently pushing back in. I was resigning myself more to endurance than ecstasy when – Ooh! What was that? She’d hit a pleasure centre deep inside me that set my cock jolting.

“Oh, fuck!” I exclaimed.

“Darling, are you alright?”

“Oh, yes, I should say so!”

“Kiss me, sweetie! That’s what I wanted to show you.”

As our mouths met she did it again. And again. It felt as though my cock went all the way back underneath my crotch to some nebulous spot deep in my arse that she was teasing deliciously.

“Do you like that, sweetie?” she asked. “Do you like me playing with your bottom like this?”

“Oh, Mum, it’s…wow!” was all I could muster.

She pulled her finger out and squatted down again, turning me round to face her.

“Open your legs again, sweetheart,” she instructed. “I think you can take two.” Now she reached up behind my balls and inserted fore- and middle fingers of her left hand into my horny bottom, reaching that delicious spot again, massaging it gently and sending waves of hot pleasure through me. She fanned that glowing coal of sex-heat slowly and relentlessly, bringing me to the brink, making me writhe on her probing fingers for release.

“Oh, Mum, make me cum, make me cum!” I begged, desperate for release, my cock painfully hard.

“Yes, darling, of course,” she reassured me, gripping my cock firmly with her free hand and jacking it up and down, “Let Mummy get all that hot goo out of your penis, there’s a good boy!”

I could feel my arsehole clenching on her wicked fingers, the orgasm exploding within me at depths I’d not known before. She could feel my spasms.

“That’s right, let it go for me! Good boy! Mmph.” The first spurt had leapt straight in the air and fallen onto her tits, but she then leant in and closed her lips around my pulsing member, greedily drinking the hot semen that welled up from somewhere deep within me and squirted into her mouth.

My legs were trembling as she leant back. She swallowed and smiled.

“Oh Mum…thank you.”

“It’s a pleasure, darling. You see, I told you I still had a trick or two up my sleeve.”

“Yes, um…yes.”

Mum stood and kissed me. It tasted a bit spermy and yuk, but I overlooked that. “Your father loved it when I did that to him, too. No, no, we aren’t going there again, don’t worry. We have that all cleared up now.” She dropped her voice, teasingly. “I’m not having an imaginary sexual relationship with my husband. I’m having a real sexual relationship with my handsome son. Now, finish your breakfast while I get dressed, and then do your homework. I have to go and see Grandma and Papa.”

My nuts having been pleasantly drained again, I ate in satisfied silence. Mum swept past me on the way out to her usual Sunday commitment.

My grandparents were getting old; well, to me they were always as old as Methuselah, but in hindsight they weren’t so until I was in my teens and their health started to decline. Papa was kindly but quite proper and a bit stern: somehow, I don’t imagine that he would have approved of his daughter sharing precious bodily fluids with her own offspring. “Got the morals of an alley-cat,” I can hear him saying. Or maybe he would have just had a spluttering infarction that carried him straight off to the next world. There was always something a bit more earthy about Grandma. Still, it’s one thing to say that and quite another to conclude that she’d give her blessing to incestuous relationships between her only child and her grandchildren.

Such thoughts were far from my mind that sunny morning, however. I was sittin’ on top of the world. No one, not a single one of my schoolmates, possessed the secret knowledge that had been disclosed to me, of that I was quite sure. I approached my days’ studies with the confidence of the alpha male and the attention span of a two year old. I was grateful for the distraction of Alice’s return home.

She was all curiosity as I sat in her room while she got changed.

“So, tell me, did you and Mum fuck last night?”

“Of course.”

“Oh, ‘of course!’ he says, the man of the world,” she mocked, wriggling her jeans down her legs and kicking them aside. “Not, ‘it was so dreamy, making sweet, sweet love to my darling Mummy.’”

“Well, it was kinda like that the third time.” It was important to slip in an oblique reference to my extraordinary sexual stamina.

“The third time. Oh really? And the first? And the second?”

“It was, uh, sort of…” I was trying hard to find the words to convey how carnally elemental and exciting our forbidden copulation had been, but could only manage, “…hot and dirty. But good, though.”

“Hot and dirty as me?” she teased, slipping off her little red panties. So cute and naughty she looked, bottomless and bra-less in her short white t-shirt. She cocked her hip and looked at me cheekily.

“Ha ha! Probably. Maybe. Different, perhaps. Want to see?”

“Sure, Romeo. But not right now, I have to study. Maybe when Mum gets back.” She turned away to fetch clean clothes, commanding, “Go on. Shoo, shoo! Later.” I was a little disappointed to be cast back onto my own devices.

Despite sitting at the desk, I learned little of a formal nature that day. But evening found us naked together in bed once more, a happy trio with a certain degree of horniness that commanded attention.

“Was it good fucking Peter, Mum?” Alice enquired, tweaking Mum’s nipple.

‘Yes, dear, it was very good,” Mum responded. “So good, in fact, that he’s left me quite sore.” She was not, it seemed, going to address the husband issue or any of that rather murky water.

“Poor Mummy.”

“Yes, darling. But now that we need not take silly risks, I suggest that you ask your brother to fuck you at the earliest opportunity.” Mum gently stroked my stiffening cock.

“Really? How about it, Pete? Do you want to fuck me?”

“Duh. What do you think?”

Alice wriggled a bit to make room and opened her legs.

“You sure? You want to stick your baby-maker in me?”

My cock jerked in Mum’s hand. A little smile crossed her face as our eyes met.

“Shit, Alice,” I said, rising to position myself between her legs, “You are such a tease.”

I bent and kissed her throat, drawing a contented purr. She smelt so good, so fresh, so utterly fuckable. Our mouths met as I let my chest settle on her small warm tits, our hands stroking each other’s hair, the kiss hot and passionate, her arousal reflected in the plumpness of her lips, the ardour of her tongue dueling with mine. And all the while, Mum reached between us; her hand gently stroked my hot cock, rubbing it up and down Alice’s gooey slit.

“Fuck her, darling,” Mum whispered in my ear. “Give her your cock.”

Mum held me at Alice’s cunt-mouth, and with a gentle pressure in the small of my back urged me to enter my dear sister’s body.

“Aaah,” Alice moaned gently. “Oh yes. Fuck, that’s good…”

We began our forbidden dance. “Do you like it, Alice? Do you like my cock inside you?”

“Oh yeah, it’s so fucking good…”

“Darlings, it’s so exciting to see you, oh you delicious little slut, Alice, love it sweetie, love that cock inside you…” Mum was masturbating, and her commentary further inflamed us.

“Oh Jesus, yeah, fuck me, Pete, fuck my horny cunt!” Alice lifted her legs further. “Put ‘em on your shoulders, Pete. Nail my hole!”

Thus folded in two and pinned down as I rested my weight upon her, Alice was transformed into little more than a willing receptacle for my adolescent lust. I worked my hips hotly against her, drilling my fat cock into her fuck hole like a rabid dog, blind to anything but the wicked delicious sensations of her teasing cunt.

“Do her from behind, do her from behind!” Mum implored me, sensing our rising excitement. “I want to suck her clit while you fuck her.”

I rose for air like a deep-sea diver, reluctantly withdrawing from my sister’s clinging sheath. Alice and Mum assumed the 69 position, Alice on top, poking out her bottom for more horny coupling.

“Stick it in again, Pete,” she panted, “Oh fuck!” She writhed as, from below, Mum swiped her tongue the length of her juicy slit, giving a pleasant jolt to her clitoris. Taking advantage of the momentary distraction, Mum grabbed my dick for a quick suck.

“That’s so good,” she purred, now lining it up once more with Alice’s engorged hole, “Tasting your sister’s cunt juice on your hot cock. Oh fuck, it’s so naughty! Ram her, darling!”

I hardly needed encouragement, but sank back into Alice’s crotch. Gripping her hips I fucked her rapidly, pushing hard against her tight round bottom.

“Do you like that? Do you like that?”

“Oh yeah, fuck my slutty hole! Eat my cunt, Mum, eat my cunt!”

From below I could hear Mum’s determined noisy slurping at Alice’s slit.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum! Oh fuck you two!” Alice writhed slowly, allowing my cock to invade her from every angle, moaning and grinding out her orgasm on Mum’s face. “Oh you fuckers, oh yeah!”

Mum chuckled as Alice’s climax subsided, and relinquished her now sensitive clit.

“It’s Peter’s turn now, darling,” she cooed, “To fill up your little pussy with his semen.”

My cock swelled fit to burst as I worked it in Alice’s slick hole, shiny with glistening girl juice, its knotted veins standing out like a fleshy cudgel. Mum nudged my legs apart with her upturned face, pulling our joined crotches close and tonguing my balls as I rutted in my sister’s clinging cunt. And reached up with the tip of her wicked tongue to lick my shaft as it worked in and out of Alice’s fuck-hole.

“Can you taste us, Mum? Taste our fucking?” I panted.

“Is she really? Is she licking your cock while you fuck me? Oh, that’s so dirty!”

But Mum’s lustful moans were drowned in my own as my orgasm erupted into Alice’s depths. I wrenched her hips upwards, stabbing and forcing my cock far, far inside her to release my load.

“Oh God!” Mum cried, “I can see your cock pumping it into her! Throbbing in her cunt!”

“Yes! Yes! Give it to me!” Alice joined in, “Fill me up with your sperm!”

I’m quite sure that in my climactic delirium I released all the pearly semen that I had to give, though owing to my labours earlier in the day it may not have been as much as one might have hoped. It was nevertheless sufficient for my wicked mother’s purposes. As I withdrew, satisfied and glowing, her need for release came to the fore.

“Alice darling, let me lick you out,” she panted, urgently fingering herself. “Let me taste Peter’s cum.”

A big dollop oozed from Alice’s cunt mouth, slowly forming, swinging from well-fucked pink lips. Mum raised her head to lick it up with a quick flick of her tongue.

“More, please, darling,” she muttered. “Let me suck it out.”

Alice complied, settling her snatch over Mum’s mouth and gently rocking her hips to give Mum access to her gooey slit. With closed eyes, Mum lapped at her hungrily, moaning and writhing as she brought herself off, worming her tongue between my sister’s plump pink cunt lips to locate more of my man-goo, then sucking noisily to draw it out. All the while, stimulating her clit to bring herself closer and closer and finally over the brink, head thrown back with a breathy “Aaah,” mouth slackly open, thin traces of semen on her lips and tongue, a long, relaxed climax ending in a satisfied sigh.

“I’m glad the soreness didn’t extend to your clit,” Alice laughed.

“Ah…No…So am I,” Mum agreed, “That was very nice. Thank you, darlings. Oh that was very nice indeed.”

Thus ended a most memorable weekend. My union with my mother at last consummated. Her avid participation giving her blessing to the incestuous copulation of brother and sister. Her ever-expanding naughtiness bringing new delights with each fresh coupling. All futures were bright. We cuddled afterwards, and kissed, and teased a little more, but for the moment we were done.

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4 thoughts on “Not Yet But Now 9

  1. AS a mother of 4 tall handsome sons, none of whom have been sexually involved with me, I can say that my eldest and youngest have interested me in this way. I have never acted on my urges or desires, and am sure I never will, but the desire is definitely there. I admit I peek at my 2 youngest (only ones still at home) whenever I get the chance and it makes for some fantastic masturbatory fantasies, but unfortunately that all it will ever be I fear.

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