Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 29

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Jenny Wilson

“I do,” I moaned, my head rubbing on the window as that wonderful cock pressed on me. My head craned, twisting. I peered out the window, my eyes widening.

I could just see Mom working on the flowers at the side of the house.

I twisted more, my hips undulating. It hurt my neck to crane like this. But I couldn't help it. I wanted to stare at her, to gloat as James fucked me. I wanted to be the slut she accused me of being for my big brother. I loved him. I loved his hands on my ass, his cock reaming my pregnant pussy, the incestuous thrill of our forbidden affair.

“Wait,” I moaned, pushing on his chest.

“What?” he groaned.

“Fuck me from behind,” she purred. “In the ass.” Like a slut.

“Yes,” he growled, ripping out of my pussy.

I groaned as James spun me around. He was so strong. My feet shuffled, my shorts around my ankles. He pressed me against the window, my cheek lying flush. I stared at Mom working, oblivious to how naughty her children were.

And then James's cock, wet with my cunt juice, pressed between the cheeks of my ass. I shuddered in delight as his wet tip rubbed up and down my crack, searching for my sphincter. I groaned when he found it, his dick pressing at my asshole.

“Yes,” I groaned, the glass so cool on my cheek as he slid into me.

“Jenny,” he moaned, so loud, not caring that Mom might catch us. He was so bold. So strong. I loved it.

His cock sank into my bowels. I had taken him over a dozen times back there. I wasn't as tight as the first time, but it meant he could slide in faster and pound my asshole so hard. I loved it. His cock reached deep into my bowels, my pussy clenching as pleasure rippled out of me. The friction's heat radiating to my cunt.

Juices dribbled down my thighs as he pulled back and thrust again. The window rattled as my body shook. I groaned again, staring at Mom while I was being such a slut. A hussy. A wanton whore fucking her big brother.

“You love it up the ass,” James groaned as his crotch smacked into my ass hard, his dick burying so deep into my bowels. “You love your big brother fucking your asshole.”

“I love it so much, James,” I groaned, clenching my bowels on his cock as he drew back. “Pound me.”

“Yes,” he growled as he thrust harder.

His balls smacked into my taint as he pounded my asshole. His hands slid beneath my tight t-shirt, a top I hadn't worn in three or four years. It was so small. I loved how it felt on me, molding to my braless tits. I was practically naked. James loved it.

His hands groped my breasts as he reamed my asshole. He pumped faster and faster, the heat building, swelling in the depths of my pussy. I loved it. I bucked back into him as he reamed his dick harder and deeper into me. He buried his cock into my depths. He stirred me up, making me quake and quiver in delight.

“Just fuck my ass, big brother,” I groaned, loving calling him that. My pussy clenched as my body trembled.

“Fuck it so hard,” he groaned, so loud.

But Mom didn't hear him. She kept working in that short skirt. She called me a slut! Look at how that hussy was dressed today. I bet she hated all the attention James paid me now. He wasn't her darling son any longer.

He was my lover!

His strokes were so hard, slamming into the depths of my bowels. His balls thwacked over and over as the pleasure swelled in me. I wiggled my hips, meeting his strokes. The slap of our flesh echoed through the garage, mixing with our moans and pants.

Mom looked around. Then she stood up.

My ass clenched so hard on James's dick. She was looking for me. She stood up, brushing at her knees. I shivered, moaning louder, the orgasm swelling in the depths of my pussy. Mom walked out of sight.

I heard the back door slide open.

“James,” I moaned, my orgasm bursting through her. Mom was looking for me. She could catch us. See that James was all mine.

“Jenny,” he panted as my bowels writhed about his cock. “Damn, Jenny!”

The pleasure raced through my body as he slammed over and over into my spasming asshole. The rapture burned through my mind, mixing with the exhilarating fear of being caught by Mom. I shuddered in James's arms, heaving and thrashing, juices flooding down my thighs.

“Jenny?” Mom called. “You're supposed to be weeding.”

“Fuck,” James groaned, slamming into my asshole. He sounded almost...disappointed.

And then his cum splashed into me, banishing that crazy thought. How could he ever be disappointed in flooding my asshole with his jizz? I shuddered, my orgasm surging through me as he pumped load after load of cum into my bowels.

“Jenny, where are you?” Mom called, heat in her voice.

“Damn,” James groaned, his cock thrusting a final time into my asshole.

Mom's footsteps came closer.

“Pull out,” I hissed, fear burning through my orgasm. “She's coming.”

“Damn,” he groaned again, pulling out of me.

I yanked up my shorts, his cum leaking out of my sore asshole. I buzzed with rapture as the garage door opened. I spun around, fastening my shorts, glad for mom's minivan hiding us as James shoved his cock back into his shorts.

Mom walked around the minivan as James grabbed the gasoline and began pouring it into the lawnmower, filling the garage with the eye-watering odor of fuel. That had to cover up any smell of sex. Mom gave me a hard look.

“Bugging your brother again?” she asked.

“Maybe,” I shrugged. “Or maybe I was...” I spotted weedkiller on a nearby shelf. “Looking for the spray.”

I snagged it, and Mom arched her eyebrows. “For ten minutes?”

I shrugged at her. “We were just talking, Mom. I'm allowed to talk to my brother, right?”

“Yeah, Mom,” James laughed. “What did you think we were doing in here?”

Mom bit her lip. “Well, you found it. Get back out there. I need to talk to your brother about something.”

“About how I'm the world's biggest slut,” I muttered beneath my breath.

James gave me a sharp look.

“Whatever. I got what I needed.” My asshole clenched. His cum leaked out. Oh, I loved that feeling.

I made sure my hips wiggled as I sauntered out of the garage. I could feel James's eyes on them. He was all mine.

As I stepped out into the cooler air, I frowned. James really got off on the possibility of getting caught. If he was louder, or took a little longer, we would have. I'd have to talk to him about that. As hot as it was pretending we might get caught, it would be a disaster.

And I would not give him up for anyone.

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