Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 266

He reached Becky in three long strides. She tugged on his hands, pulling him down to the carpet. He was nervous and intrigued. "What are we-" Becky pointed, and Jason shut up. That was unusual.

Their mother's folded right arm was tucked in front of her on the couch. Her right breast rested on it. The left one had followed the right toward the sofa, but the top half had fallen out of the bathrobe. The flickering shades of TV light illuminated the elongated brown cone. Their mother always wore a bra, except- The night Jason walked into the bathroom flooded his mind. His mother was on the toilet, her bare legs widely spread. He stared between them at the thick bush of brown pubic hair. She slammed her thighs together but didn't cross her arms over her chest. His mother's tits had always reminded him of women in those 1950's style bras, but seeing them that night gave him a greater appreciation for her elongated nipples. He had never gotten over it, and had fantasized about them and tried to catch her off guard again, but never had. Tonight was his opportunity to fill his brain with fodder for future jerk sessions.

Becky ducked lower and pointed again. Jason looked between the woman's knees. Holy shit, he thought, Mom is naked under that disheveled robe. What has gotten into her? His cock rose from between his outstretched legs, lifting the robe. He tossed the flaps aside and grabbed his dick without taking his eyes off his mother's pussy. Fucking his sister would have to wait. Jason fisted the top of his erection and milked the purple knob from the fleshy sheath.

Becky's thin legs passed through his line of sight. He kept pulling on his meat. His sister gently sat next to their mother. His apprehension grew. The first person their mother would see if she opened her eyes would be him, yet his hand kept moving. Becky licked her lips, pointing at their mother's crotch. He shook his head and watched his sister ease the terrycloth to the side. He shook his head with more emphasis, but Becky continued peeling the material back. Their mother's left leg was uncovered from knee to hip, and he could see her butt cheek. He Increased the tempo, imagining his cock was sliding in and out of his mother's body.

As much as Jason didn't want to get caught, he wished his mother already knew. He wanted to fuck Becky anytime and anywhere without the fear of being discovered. He had already been imagining their mother with her ear to the bedroom door and her hand in her panties. Eventually, Mary would peek in and watch them, and one day she would ask him to fuck her, too. He would get to lick those amazing nipples, feel them grow and suck them all the way into his throat. Would his mother get off on having her tits sucked the way Becky did?

Becky made a backhanded jerking motion, aiming an Imaginary dick at the brown triangle between their mother's legs. He considered the implied proposition. His sister hadn't awoken when he shot a load of cum on her. The thought of emptying his balls on their sleeping mother made Jason's cock surge with a greater stiffness, but he mouthed the word, no. Becky stood, turned toward their mother, put a foot on the couch, arched her body and started stroking her clit with two fingers.

He didn't know whether to run, cum and run or wait to see if his sister actually got herself off without waking their mother. Becky grinned and seductively swished her hips on the way over to where he sat. Good, he thought, now we can go in the bedroom, and I can pound her tiny pussy. His sister had something else in mind.

Becky stood over his legs, pushed him back against the recliner, and lifted her shirt. The plump, bald wedges of glistening labia made him lick his lips. She held his head and thrust her crotch. He opened his mouth, and his sister smashed her drenched pussy on It. She pumped her groin, grinding her clit across his nose and lips. He plunged his tongue up into the girl's incredibly narrow tube. Her sculpted buns were a perfect match for his hands. He used them to help bash her cunt on his mouth. The tangy juices coated his chin, lips, and tongue.

Before Jason could finish getting Becky off, his sister pulled her crotch away and slowly bent her knees, dragging her wet crotch down his chest and stomach. He turned his head and stared at his mother's face. This is insane, he thought and tried to stop Becky. but the hot, slick inner flesh encased the tip of his dick. His squatting sister applied more pressure while her fist steadied his cock. He knew as soon as his plum popped through the mouth of Becky's pussy tube, she would grunt and moan. It was the most ridiculously dangerous thing they had ever done, and if it weren't also the most intoxicating, he would have carried Becky out of the room. He tried to imagine what to do if his mother opened her eyes, but all he could think of was the expression she'd have on her face. In his mind, Mary Barnes would sit up in shock, then reach for her pussy. The woman would finger herself while encouraging him to fuck his sister harder. That's how it happened in porn movies.

Becky squeezed the base, rotated her pelvis, grinding the head on her slippery wetness, and worked his bulbous knob into the dish of deep labia. The foreboding Jason got from staring at his mother combined with his wickedly aroused state made him impatient and he shoved upward. The timing couldn't have been worse for his sister whose own perverse needs had her slamming her crotch down at the same time. The girl's eighty-five-pound body wasn't prepared to receive all of his giant log of cock in one thrust. His dick head crashed into the limit of her pussy tube, and the air rushed out of Becky in a pained whimper. Her tit's changed shapes, pushing their amazing points out beyond what Jason had imagined they were capable of. His eyes rushed from the lip between Becky's teeth and her teary eyes, to their mother and back. He opened his outstretched legs, allowing his sister's tiny butt to sink between them. She leaned back, and they both looked at her impaled pussy. The stretched hole had forced his excess skin to bunch up around the trunk of his cock. He lifted Becky and turned back to his mother. His sister dropped herself on his pole. It might have been the stupidest thing he could do, but fucking his sister right in front of their mother, even if she were sleeping, was the closest he would ever get to the ultimate threesome, Too bad he couldn't facetime Evan now.

With her arms wrapped around Jason's neck and her knees dug into his ribs, Becky bounced her pussy on the top of his cock. The sounds of sex increased, which should have elevated his anxiety, but Jason's hands were on his sister's waist, helping her fuck him harder. Was getting caught the best way to accomplish what he had wanted for longer than he knew? If so, then he should lay Becky on her back with her head below their mother's face, get between her legs, push up and pound his sister with his face inches from Mary's.

Jason threw the covers off, disgusted. Last night, under the influence of lust, fucking his sister in front of their mother was as right as going to church, but when he had to shove Becky off his cock and cum was flying on the carpet it quickly seemed as insane as it was. I'm not living in a porn movie. Mary Barnes isn't going to jump on my dick and make it an incestuous threesome. No, she'd probably cry, again, and he wouldn't be able to look at her for months. Shit, he was afraid to face her now. Last night, he left Becky in the living room to wake their mother, so he didn't know if she was somehow subconsciously aware or smelled sex or

stepped in some jizz when she got up to go to her room?