Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 25

Why wasn't he getting hard?

I wiggled harder, my hands sliding down the back of his shirt. I remembered what Alicia told me about licking her big brother's asshole. Maybe I could do something to excite James more. I squeezed his ass through his boxers, writhing my lithe body against his strong form.

Life stirred through his cock. Maybe he was just worn out. I had been using him a lot lately. And boys couldn't fuck forever.

My cum-filled pussy grew hotter and hotter. My nipples hardened. I wanted to fuck my lover again. To throw a jizz-stained pair of panties in my mom's face. Just see it splat right against her, the cum smearing her prudish lips.

“James!” Mom called. “Breakfast is ready.”

I groaned, breaking the kiss. “Fuck.”

“Fuck?” James said, arching an eyebrow, his cock throbbing in his boxers.

“It's what I want to do and what she's stopping us from doing.”

“James,” she called again, her footsteps clomping up the stairs like the big cow she was. “Your breakfast is done.”

“Okay, Mom,” he shouted, pulling away from me. Then, softly, he added, “If you want to keep this a secret...”

“Fine,” I huffed. And why was she making just him breakfast? I guess I wasn't good enough. I was just a slut.

Mom opened my door. She glanced at me, her eyes hardening. Then she glanced at James and his bulging boxers. My stomach clenched. “I see your sister's being a teasing brat again.”

“She's not,” James said, his cheeks growing red. “I was just trying to smooth things out. I think you two really should talk. I could be there, mediating.”

“No!” I hissed at the same time as mom snarled: “Absolutely not!”

Then I glared at her, and she gave me such a look. It was practically venomous. She actually grabbed James, yanking him out of the room before he was ready. I guess she didn't want her slutty daughter around anyone.

I let out another screech of frustration. She was such a cunt dragging off my brother. And I was so horny.

I fell back on my bed, squirming my thighs. I was so grungy. So dirty. My pussy was sticky with drying cum. With a groan, I threw myself back off my bed and marched to the bathroom to take a shower. I would hold my head high around my mother. I wouldn't let her demean me.

I wasn't a slut. I was my brother's lover.

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James Wilson

“She made you hard,” Mom tutted as she placed the pancakes before me. “That little hussy. You can't trust her.”

“Jesus, Mom, everything makes me hard,” I said. “And you sound jealous of her.”

Mom froze, glancing at me. Upstairs, the shower hissed on. Jenny would be in for a cold one. The hot water heater took forever to refill. “I'm not jealous. Of her? What would I have to be jealous of? We're not...dating.” She swallowed. “We're just...”

“Lovers?” I asked.

“Just a mother who wants to take care of her son,” she purred, and then she crawled beneath the table. “And you look like you're in discomfort.”

“Jesus,” I groaned. She was turning into such a slut. Like the last five years since Dad left, and her zero amount of dating, had bottled up all her sexual desires. And now they were exploding out of her, turning her into a horny cougar.

Not that I was complaining.

She pulled down my boxers, producing my cock. I groaned, not caring about my pancakes. Jenny had got me so hard with her wiggling and kissing. I so wanted to fuck her. And then Mom's wet mouth engulfed my cock for the second time this morning.

I leaned back into the hard, wooden chair, groaning as she sucked on my cock. She made these obscene, wet slurping sounds as she worked her mouth up and down my dick. I clenched my hands, my balls aching. I wasn't sure I had any cum left to fire. The tip of my dick was actually sore.

But it was a good sore. It was an ache that made me squirm in my chair. I breathed in deeply, pancakes and butter and syrup seasoning the air. I shuddered, her tongue swirling about the crown of my dick.

“You are such a horny mother,” I panted, my heart thudding in my chest. My hands clenched and relaxed. “Just a slut that wants to devour her son's cum every chance she gets.”

She just moaned in absolute agreement, sucking so hard, her hand stroking the base of my dick.

She massaged my balls with her other hand. I shuddered. There was no cumming fast this time. Not after three other times in the space of an hour. I should be drained by now, but it was so hot. She was blowing me in our kitchen. This was where we ate our breakfasts as a family, spending a few minutes together before school or work.

And she was doing something so nasty. So naughty. I shuddered, my hands clenching. The chair creaked as I leaned back. The wood dug into my shoulders through my t-shirt. My blood pounded through me.

The shower turned off upstairs.

My eyes widened. My dick throbbed in my mother's mouth. I heard Jenny moving. She didn't take a long shower. Not after Mom and I used up all the hot water. And how long before she came downstairs? My heart quickened. I had promised both of them not to tell the other.

But...if Jenny caught Mom sucking my dick...

My heart throbbed as my balls ached. A new excitement built in me as I listened to my sister move upstairs. I didn't know what would happen when she came downstairs. But it had to happen. I shuddered, my mom sucking so hard. I was so hot, so aching for my cum. Suddenly, I was on the verge of erupting, the excitement of Jenny catching us burning through me.

I grit my teeth, struggling to fight my orgasm as Mom sucked so hard on my dick. I had to hold out.


To be continued...