MOM'S BED

"Oh yes Bobby! Harder!" I overheard my cousin Gloria cry as I passed the guest bedroom. I rolled my eyes.

"It's nice to see someone is having fun," I said softly as I moved down the hall. I passed my sister's bedroom and heard the headboard rocking into the wall. "Lisa really needs to fix that."

I didn't much like my sister's boyfriend Ted, but I'd learned a long time ago to stay out of her love life. He was an asshole. I couldn't hide my feeling on him, not from her, but I remained silent on the subject. I was sure Lisa would figure it out eventually and for the time being, at least he was a good-looking asshole that seemed to make her happy.

I moved on once again toward my own room. Gloria's brother Francis was there with his new girlfriend Rhonda. My cousin was using my room because the only other bedroom available was my mother's and neither Lisa nor I thought it right that he and his girlfriend sleep there. I got mom's bed since I was the one who stupidly broke up with his girlfriend the week before.

"I really could have timed it better," I mumbled to myself.

Lisa and I had started planning this night from the moment mom told us that she was going out of town on business. I was twenty and going to the local community college. Lisa was twenty-three and already working. She still lived home while she saved up for a place.

Mom was pretty old fashioned and didn't let the people we were dating sleep over. She has to know that we weren't virgins, but mom was a typical mother. She liked to think of us still as kids. It would have been cute if it weren't so annoying.

I stopped in front of my bedroom door and listened. I forgot to get a pair of sweats to sleep in out of my closet before Francis and Rhonda disappeared into my room. I didn't hear anything, so I opened the door gently. I glanced at my bed and saw that they were asleep.

Francis and his girl were naked. My eyebrows rose in appreciation when I saw Rhonda. I had to give my cousin credit. I'd thought she was cute when I met her earlier, but now I realized that Rhonda was a lot more than that. She was hot! My cousin's girl had a very nice body. I shook my head and looked away.

The sweat pants were easily reachable and I got them as quietly as I could. I was making my escape when I stubbed my toe. I cursed as quietly as I could.

"Are you okay?" I heard Rhonda ask. I looked back toward the bed. She had pulled the covers up, but I could still see her curves through the sheets. She saw me looking and smiled.

"Fine," I replied a little to quickly. "Sorry. I just needed to get something to sleep in."

"It's not a problem," she said kindly. "I shouldn't have a problem going back to sleep. I'm still pretty drunk."

"Aren't we all?" I grinned. "We finished almost all the alcohol we bought, and that's saying something!"

"It was a fun night," she smiled in return. It was sexy as hell. I looked at her and shook my head as I fought to hide my sudden and intense attraction to her.

"You know, if you do have a problem going back to sleep..." I began, and paused when I realized what I was about to say. What the hell was wrong with me?

"Yes?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. I was horny as hell and tempted, but it wasn't going to happen. I wasn't the type to try and steal my cousin's girl. Besides, what kind of heel would do it from right out of bed? "You could wake up Francis. I'm sure he'd appreciate it."

"You think?" she smiled. I thought I saw some disappointment there too, but it was probably just my imagination.

"I know!" I laughed, then glanced at my cousin who seemed almost comatose and added, "Although he seemed wiped out."

"He is," she replied, slowly looking at me oddly. "Do you want to fill in for him?" I was stunned. Tonight was the first time I met Rhonda. She was pretty quiet earlier. I would never have guessed she was like this!

"No," I replied with some difficulty. "Not that I'm not tempted. Hell, more than tempted! You're hot as hell, but you're here with Francis."

"How sweet," she teased. "Oh, and thanks for the complement."

"You deserve it," I said, shaking my head.

"If you keep talking like that," she smiled sexily. "I might not give you the choice."

"I'd better be going then," I laughed, but it was very difficult to move.

"Now look what you've done?" she asked. "I'm horny again. I guess I'll have to wake up Francis and help him recover."

"Think you can?" I joked. "He looks passed out."

"Watch me," she replied confidently. Rhonda shocked me again by reaching out and beginning to rub my cousin's cock through the sheet. She was watching me, obviously enjoy my reaction.

'Wow!' I thought. 'This girl was definitely something else, drunk or not!'

Rhonda continued to look at me as she worked my cousin's cock. I stood there mesmerized. She had one of the sexiest smiles I'd ever seen. She let the sheet drop slightly and exposed her breasts. I shook my head.

"I don't suppose you have a sister?" I asked.

"Two," she grinned. "But the younger one is only eighteen and pretty innocent."

"And the older one?" I asked.

"You couldn't handle her," Rhonda laughed.

"Maybe not," I smiled. "But after watching this, I'd sure like to try."

"Watching what?" she asked huskily, no longer laughing. "You mean this?" And with that Rhonda pulled my cousin's hard cock from under the sheet and took it into her mouth. Her eyes never left mine. I swallowed hard.

"Does Francis know just how much of a slut you are?" I groaned. She pulled off my cousin's cock. It glistened, but I wasn't really looking at it. My eyes were locked with hers.

"Not yet," she smiled sexily, stroking Francis's cock. "But he's learning."

"Are you sure you aren't willing to introduce me to your sister?" I groaned.

"Maybe one day," she smiled. "Or maybe I'll let Francis play with my sister and keep you to myself."

"Wow!" I cried. "Are you always like this?"

"Not usually," she admitted. "But like I said earlier, I'm drunk."

"So if you were sober you wouldn't want to do what you just suggested?"

"Oh, I would want to do it," she replied. "I just wouldn't have suggested it, at least not so soon after starting to date Francis and meeting you."

"You are something else!" I said, shaking my head.

"Yes, she is," my cousin said, finally awake.

"Hey lover boy," Rhonda said, smiling at Francis. She followed that by taking my cousin's cock back into her mouth. He looked at me and grinned.

"You two have fun," I said, shaking my head again and leaving my room.

I went into the bathroom and changed into my sweats. I had to wrestle my cock inside. Rhonda really got to me. No surprise there, but I was also a little shocked at Francis. He was nineteen and my younger cousin, but he seemed to take Rhonda's sexuality in stride much better than me. I forced Tried to force myself not to think about it or I'd never get to sleep.

My mother room was the biggest and she had a king sized bed. I shook my head sadly as I looked at it. It was too bad she never shared it with anyone. My father had disappeared right after I was born. I didn't know him and at this point I never wanted to.

I climbed into bed and closed my eyes. I was tired, but had a hard time going to sleep. I knew what was going on in all of the other bedrooms and I had to admit that I was jealous. I was also horny as hell. I thought about taking care of myself, but I was in mom's bed and I just couldn't do it.

It took me some time to finally relax. That's when lying in mom's bed helped. It smelled of her and reminded me of how she used to help me calm down and fall asleep when I was a kid. In fact, mom's bed was where Lisa and I used to climb in when we had nightmares. Mom would play with our hair until we fell asleep.

I'm not sure how long I slept before I heard someone enter the room. It was pitch black and whoever it was didn't seem to be interested in putting on the light despite stumbling. I couldn't quite remember what I was dreaming about, but I knew it was sexual. I was disappointed that my sleep was interrupted.

I opened my mouth and almost started to ask what was going on, but I stopped myself when I realized that there was no reason for someone to come in here in the middle of the night. I briefly played with the idea that it might be a burglar, but the person was far too noisy for that. It had to be one of the people sleeping over.

I reviewed who was in the house and a thought came to me. I felt myself stiffen instantly. Could it be? Would she do this?

I thought the answer to both questions obvious. I remembered the way Rhonda looked at me and what she said. It had to be her. The question was, what should I do about it? She was sneaking into the room I was sleeping in, her intent obvious, but she was my cousin's girlfriend.

'Maybe Francis knows. Maybe they decided to do what she said. Maybe my cousin is going to get Rhonda's sister while I get Rhonda,' I thought suddenly, but then frowned and added, 'That's a hell of a lot of maybes.'

I was still wrestling with myself on what to do when she climbed into bed next to me. All the sexual tension from before returned in full and I reached for her. Rhonda was my cousin's girl and we were in my mother's bed, but I was too worked up to think or worry about it anymore. I aggressively pulled her into a kiss before she could say anything. She was naked and tasted strongly of alcohol.

Rhonda stiffened at first when I kissed her. I guess she was surprised I was awake. She relaxed quickly enough though and ended up being a good kisser despite being drunk. She moaned softly into my mouth as I started rubbing her breasts. They felt larger than I remembered. She took my cock in her hand and start stroking it like she did with Francis earlier. It was my turn to moan.

I pulled off my shirt and sweats and dropped them on the floor. We were both obviously beyond the need of foreplay. I rolled on top of her and Rhonda spread her legs wide. The scent of her excitement spread and despite being ready, I couldn't stop myself from taking a moment to taste her. My tongue dipped deep into her pussy and she cried out. Rhonda's pussy was surprisingly hairy. I liked it.

"Yes! It's been so long!"

I froze at the words. The voice wasn't Rhonda's! My mind took seconds to function before it could wrap around the truth. I was lying here with my head between my mother's legs! Oh my God! She was supposed to be out of town!

"Don't stop!" mom cried, using both hands to pull my face against her. I didn't know what to do. This was wrong, so very wrong!

'Or is it?' I suddenly asked myself. I mean, I knew it was wrong, but obviously my mother liked what I was doing. I loved her and if it brought her pleasure, maybe right and wrong didn't come into it. Besides, she tasted amazing!

"Please!" my mom cried. "I'm close!" I tentatively started licking again almost without realizing it. Mom groaned and pulled my mouth against her even harder. "Whoever you are, you have the nicest tongue!"

'She must be very drunk,' I thought. Mom wasn't the type to drink or sleep around. I knew that. In fact, she'd only moments ago said that it had been a long time since she'd been with a man. She obviously wasn't thinking straight right now, but she would in time.

"Oh!" she gasped. "I'm going to orgasm soon!" Her pussy became even wetter and the taste overwhelmed me.

I refocused my attention on what I was doing and was quickly rewarded with my mother's cum. She cried out as her orgasm took her. The sound made me smile, almost proudly. No matter what else, I'd given mom a moment of ecstasy.

"That was amazing!" she said afterward. I could hear the contentment in her voice, but I also realized that she wanted more. So did I.

'I can't feel this way about my mother! It's so wrong!' I thought. Yet, I felt what I felt. 'No!'

I knew it was time to leave despite my own excitement. The only problem was that mom wrapped her hand around my cock and she started stroking it again before I could figure out how to make my escape. A few moments later my mother kissed me and all thoughts of leaving disappeared.

I was amazed at how excited kissing mom made me feel. It didn't make sense! She was my mother and you didn't do this with your mother, only I was and it felt incredible. Her tongue danced in my mouth and I moaned. I was lying on my back now and after a few minutes I felt my mom start to shift on top of me. I knew what she wanted, but I wasn't ready for that. Not with my mother! I pushed her off.

"Men!" mom laughed. "You're all the same. It doesn't matter how many years have passed." I didn't know what she was talking about until she took my cock into her mouth.

'Holy shit!' I cried silently. 'My mom is giving me a blowjob!' The fact that she was very good at it only made it worse.

I moaned and rested one hand on my mother's head. She didn't need any direction, but it felt good to have my fingers intertwined with her curly, blond hair. Mom was a full figured woman, but not fat in any sense of the word. She went to the gym every night and stayed trim. She said it was because of her job, but I knew that mom was proud of her figure.

My orgasm grew close very quickly. Mom continued to suck my cock like crazy. She also messaged my balls with one hand. It didn't take long for me to cum in her mouth. Mom drank it all down.

"I hope you don't take long to recover," she said afterward as she rolled onto her back. "I need this. It's been a very long time and I've had a horrible last couple of days."

I wondered what happened that made them horrible, but there was no way to find out without letting her know who I was. So instead, I kissed mom again. She was obviously excited because her tongue danced wildly in my mouth.

"Oh very nice!" mom cried when she felt my cock hardening again. This time she tried to shift me on top of her. I helped despite my uncertainty. She sighed contently when she felt my weight on her and added, "I'm ready!"

The question was, was I? Would I really have sex with my mother? I knew she needed it and frankly, I was horny as hell, but what would happen tomorrow? How would we deal when we were both sober? My mom was rubbing my cock up and down her pussy.

"Please don't tease me!" she begged, and the next thing I knew I was pushing inside my mother. None of my questions or fears had been addressed, but I was beyond caring at the moment.

Mom was pretty tight, but she was so excited that it didn't take me long to push all the way in. I didn't want to think about the only other time I'd been inside my mother's pussy. Instead, I started stroking in and out of her.

"Yes!" mom cried. "You're so big!"

Mom wrapped her legs around my hips and pulled me deeper. She also raked my back with her nails. It got worse the closer she came to orgasm.

"Oh God!" mom cried. "I'm cumming!" I was pretty sure she drew blood with her nails.

My own orgasm was still far off. I wanted to bring my mother pleasure and my own excitement was obvious, but this just wasn't right. Don't get me wrong. What we were doing felt amazing and was driving me crazy. I just couldn't finish, not like this.

Mom thrashed under me as her orgasm took her. I held her through it and kept my cock pressed as deeply as it would go. It took mom a surprisingly long time to finish.

"Thank you," she said, sounding almost as if she were crying. "I really needed that."

I refused to get off of her or pull out. In fact, it wasn't long before I started gently moving in and out of her again. My mom responded slowly.

"Again?" she asked in surprise. I pushed in deeper in reply, causing her to mean, "You are something else!"

I continued to work her pussy until her excitement grew to the point where she was once again scratching my back. Her pussy was hot and wet! It felt like my cock was an iron-like rod being thrust in and out of a furnace. It was amazing! I wanted to cum inside mom, but I knew that there was only one way I'd be able to do that. She needed to know the truth. Could I do it? How could I not?

"You are beautiful," I said. My mom stopped scratching my back. My words were sinking in past her alcohol filled mind. "I love you."

"Brian?" my mother asked tentatively.

"Yes mom," I answered. "It's me."

"No!" my mother cried and pushed against me wildly. I wouldn't let her get up, but she spun around and buried herself into the bed. My cock pulled free and I groaned in disappointment.

"Mom, calm down," I said.

"Get off!" she cried.

"No," I said, surprising us both. My cock was still hard and wedges between her ass cheeks.

"This is so wrong!" mom whimpered.

"It's already done," I replied. "And don't say you didn't love every minute of it! The bed is soaked."

"How could you?" my mother asked.

"I didn't know it was you at first," I replied. "What's your excuse? Just who did you think was in your bed?"

"I didn't think!" she moaned. "I'm drunk."

"I know," I said more gently. "Me too."

"Brian, please get off of me?" my mom asked more calmly, but she was obviously still in shock.

"Mom, we've already done the worst we can," I said. "And it was amazing! I need to cum in you. Please let me."

"No! Never!" she cried. "You're my son!"

"I'm also the man whose back you scratched in passion as I drove you to orgasm," I said.

"We can't!" my mom said, but it was obvious she was weakening. I knew that tone of voice. All I needed to do was be patient and I'd get my way. I learned that a long time ago. The only problem was that I couldn't. I shifted my cock to the entrance of her pussy.

"You wouldn't!" my mom cried. I thrust my cock deep. "Stop!"

I ignored her cries. She would always be my mom, but right now she was also a woman I wanted desperately, needed desperately.

She tried to get out from under me, but I held her in place. She fought harder, but her pussy became wetter with every passing second.

"This is so wrong!" mom moaned as she finally stopped fighting and lifted her hips slightly to give me better access. I smiled and pushed in deeper.

"You're right!" I grunted, and then leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "But that's not going to stop you from cumming again. Me either."

"Oh yes!" mom groaned. "Cum in me! I want to feel a man fill me again!"

"Even if that man is your son?" I couldn't stop myself from asking. She came to her senses and fought briefly once more, but I held her in place until her need took control again. It wasn't very long. Mom was too excited to let her sense of right and wrong get in the way. I drove into her over and over again.

"Brian, you're cock is so big!" she moaned. "And you've found my weakness, just like your father did all those years ago."

"Weakness?" I asked.

"Don't make me say it!" she begged between gasps, but oddly, I knew that she wanted me to.

"Tell me mom!" I demanded. "Tell me your weakness!"

"I won't!" she cried, suddenly fighting to get out from under me again. I held her down and drove into her harder and faster. My mom suddenly stopped fighting and came. Her orgasm was explosive. "Yes! Yes!"

I wanted to cum with her and I was close, but I wasn't there yet. Mom thrashed under me violently. It got so bad that my cock popped free of her. I tried to shove it back in, but I missed and ended up pushing against the entrance to her ass.

"Just like your father!" mom moaned again as she froze. It took me a moment to realize what she wanted. No way!

"You want me to fuck your ass?" I asked.

"That's disgusting!" she cried, which wasn't a denial. I'd never taken a girl's ass before, but the thought had always interested me. I pressed the head of my cock against the entrance to her ass more firmly. It was surprisingly tight. It didn't help that mom was fighting me once more. She was clenching her ass. I paused. What if she really didn't want me to?

Tell me you want me to fuck your ass and I will," I said.

"Never!" mom gasped under me. "I'm a good girl! I would never say something like that!"

"But you want me to, don't you?" I asked. Mom didn't answer. She just fought harder and the truth hit me. "That's it, isn't it? You like to think of yourself as normal and wholesome, but the truth is that you're a slut."

"I am not!" my mother cried. "I'm not doing this of my own free will. You're forcing me!"

"And you love every moment of it!" I laughed, realizing I was right. "You like being held down. You like being taken. Admit it!"

"Brian, I'm your mother!" she cried in response.

"So?" I asked. "You're also a woman. Admit it!"

"I can't!" she cried. I was done talking. I knew the truth even if she wouldn't say it. Mom's ass was still clenched. I was tempted to push past her resistance, but I didn't want to hurt her. I shifted down her body. She asked, "What are you doing?"

I ignored her question and forced her thighs apart. Now her pussy and ass were open to me and only inches from my mouth. I stuck my tongue out and licked her pussy. Mom moaned and relaxed slightly, but that only lasted until my tongue moved to her ass. I'm not sure what I was expecting, but my mother's ass was delicious!

"Brian no!" mom cried. "Not even you father did that!"

"His loss!" I grunted and focused on what I was doing. I also drove two fingers into her pussy and used the thumb of the same hand on her clit. It wasn't long before mom moaned loudly and she relaxed. I worked both her pussy and ass hard. She loved every minute of it!

"This is so wrong!" she finally gasped.

"Yes, it is," I agreed easily now. I smiled and decided to tease her. "How can you just lay there and let your son have his way with your body? I'm licking you ass! What kind of a mother are you?"

"No!" she cried, and started fighting me again.

I moved up her body and pressed her down against the bed. She continued to fight until my cock pushed into her ass for the first time. She cried out and surprised me by thrusting back to meet me.

"Your ass is so tight!" I whispered in her ear as I continued to force more of my cock inside.

"So much like your father!" she gasped out again. "Only bigger!"

"Kiss me!" I demanded as my cock finally reached into the depth of her ass. Mom's head turned and she looked at me. The room was pitch black, but I could feel her eyes. "Kiss me. Show me just what kind of a slut you really are! Kiss your son!"

I thought she'd start fighting me again, but mom surprised me by finding my mouth and thrusting her tongue inside. I moved in and out of her ass slowly as we continued to kiss.

"Brian stop!" she cried after a while and refused to kiss me. I knew what she was trying to tell me. She was ready. She wanted me to fuck her ass hard. She needed to feel me take her.

"Mom, we're not done yet!" I said, thrusting into her ass with more power and propping myself up. "I need to cum! I need to fill your ass!"

"No!" she cried and started fighting me. I held her down roughly and fucked her ass with everything I had. My hips slammed into her meaty ass with every stroke and made a slapping sound that drove me crazy. Mom liked it too. I could tell.

"I'm getting close!" I groaned after a while. "I want you to cum with me. Play with yourself!"

"No! Good girls don't do that!" mom replied.

I took one of her hands and roughly pushed it under her and between her legs. It threw my rhythm off, but that was fine for a bit. I wanted this to last. I took her hand in mine and made her rub her soaked pussy. She fought, but not a lot and not for long. It was only a few seconds before her fingers blurred on her clit without my direction.

"I can't believe you're forcing me to do this!" she cried, her orgasm growing.

"Shut up and just do it!" I demanded. Mom moaned and I started fucking her ass in earnest again. I was holding her hips now and ramming in and out of her. Mom loved every second of it.

"Mom, I'm cumming!" I cried as my orgasm hit.

"That's it baby! Cum in me! Fill your mother's ass!" my mom cried as her own orgasm hit. I guess in the heat of the moment she forgot she was supposed to be a good girl.

I pumped a huge amount of cum into my mom's ass. My orgasm took me for what felt like minutes. This was the hottest moment of my life! I was fucking a woman's ass for the first time and it was my mother! I had to admit I liked the roughness of our sex too. It was something new to me as well.

"Brian, are you okay?" my mom asked in what sounded like real concern when I became dead weight on top of her.

"Better than that," I moaned as I rolled off of her. We lay there in silence for a while, both fighting to catch our breath.

"We shouldn't have done that," she said. I could almost see her shaking her head. She was calmer now.

"I know," I said, surprising her by pulling her so that her head was resting on my shoulder. It was my turn to comfort her by playing with her hair.

"I feel so guilty," she added.

"Don't," I replied. "You're a good mother. If anyone should feel guilty it's me. I did force myself on you."

"We both know that's not true," my mother sighed.

"Yes it is," I insisted. "And the truth is that I liked it. I liked it a lot. And don't you dare say I'm so much like my father again!"

"But you are," she said. "But only in the ways I like. You're not the type of guy to run out on his family."

"No, I'm not," I agreed vehemently.

"And you are a lot bigger where it counts," she added. She was obviously trying to defuse my anger at my father. It would always be there, but she was right. This wasn't the time of place.

"Thanks," I said. "Knowing that helps."

"Men!" she laughed.

"So, why did you come home early?" I asked, changing the subject.

"Ugh," my mom said. "You would ask that! I had to quit my job. Mr. Barston tried to force himself on me while we were away, and not in the way I like."

"That asshole!" I snapped, ignoring her attempt at humor. "I'll..."

"Do nothing," my mother said in that tone all mother's used. "He was my problem and I took care of him. You will stay away from him!"

"Okay," I said, but it was too quick and my mother knew me.

"Brian, I'm serious," she said. "He hit on me all trip and it came to a head when we were at a presentation. Delores was up on stage giving her talk and Mr. Barston and I were sitting with the rest of the audience. He grabbed my leg under the table and tried to reach higher."

"What did you do?" I asked.

"I called him a pig and dumped a glass of water over his head," mom said in satisfaction. "We were in front of most of his clients. It will cost him more than you think."

"You should sue him," I said.

"I might," she replied. "But that's not a conversation for tonight."

"Tomorrow then," I said.

"Well see," she said, and then changed the subject. "By the way, why aren't you sleeping in your bed?"

"Francis and Gloria came over," I said nervously. It was weird really. Only a few minutes ago I was in control, holding my mother down and taking her roughly to both of our enjoyment, but here I was afraid to tell my mother that we'd had a small party while she was out.

"You and your sister had a party, didn't you?" my mother guessed.

"Just Francis and Gloria," I said, but then added guiltily. "And Ted, Bobby and Francis's new girlfriend Rhonda. I thought you were her."

"You thought I was your cousin's girlfriend and you attacked me?" mom asked.

"Well, she did climb into the bed I was sleeping in," I said defensively. "Besides, you'd have to meet her to understand. She's a bit wild. I think Francis might be as well."

"So," my mother sighed. "What you're trying to tell me is that my daughter, nephew and niece are all in the other bedrooms with their significant others having sex?"

"I doubt they're still at it," I shrugged. Mom surprised me by laughing.

"You just better hope your uncle never finds out," she said when her laughed died down. "James would completely lose it."

"I don't know," I said. "You seem to be handling it pretty well."

"I'm not my brother," mom replied. "And after what we just did, I don't have any moral high ground to stand on for the moment."

"Well, that's true," I laughed.

"Brian, it's not really all that funny," she sighed. "I can't say I didn't enjoy it. Hell, I can't even say I didn't need it, but that isn't going to help tomorrow when we have to face what it means."

"You know," I said thoughtfully. "I like when you talk to me like this."

"Like what?" she asked.

"Like a woman and not my mother," I replied. "Don't get me wrong. I love you and appreciate everything you did for Lisa and me growing up, but we full-grown now. Besides, I never realized just how hot you could be before."

"Brian, that's wrong on so many levels," my mother sighed. "I'm you're mother. I'm not supposed to be hot, at least not to you. Besides, we both know that you wouldn't be saying that if the lights were on. I'm not only old enough to be your mother, I am!"

I reached for the nightstand. Mom was clearly not expecting it when the light came on. It was soft and dull, but we'd been in completely darkness.

"Brian!" my mother cried, reaching for the covers. I rolled on top of her and held her in place. "Stop!"

"Mom, relax," I said. "I just wanted to prove you wrong. You're just as hot in the light as in the darkness." She froze and looked up at me. I smiled down at her.

Mom was only forty-two and still looked great. I knew that and so did she. She worked hard at keeping herself that way and her curves showed it.

"You know, whatever else I'd say about Mr. Barston, he has great taste."

"Brian, get off of me," my mother said, shaking her head, but smiling slightly.

"I would, but I seem to have a problem," I said with a grin. Mom frowned briefly in concern, but she saw my grin and quickly realized the truth. The fact that my cock was bumping into her belly probably helped.

"No way!" my mom cried, but I ignored her and tried to kiss her. She twisted her face to the side and I ended up kissing her neck. I didn't mind in the least. I worked my way up to her mouth. "Brian, we can't! Not again!"

"I want you!" I said between kisses. "And I want to look into your eyes as you cum!"

"No!" she cried again, louder.

"If you get much louder you're bound to get the attention of everyone else in the house. Could you just picture Lisa's reaction? Or uncle James's if one of his kids told him?"

"That's my point!" my mom cried, but this time she kept her voice lower. "We can't keep on doing this! We'll get caught eventually and then what?"

"You make a good point," I said, but then grinned and shrugged before adding, "But at the moment I could care less. I want you. I'm going to have you and that's all that matters."

My mother looked up into my eyes and saw that I was serious despite my grin. She licked her lips in a way that left me know she wanted it too. That was all I needed to know. I pushed my cock halfway into her pussy with one thrust.

"Stop!" she cried, fighting me once more. "I'm your mother!"

"You're a hot woman that I want to make scream!" I growled. Mom's eyes got bigger as I thrust the rest of my cock inside her. She cried out and wrapped her arms around me. I started stroking in and out of her. Once again I felt her nails on my back.

"Brian, I thought I raised a good boy!" she gasped as her orgasm neared.

"You did!" I replied. "But no one is good all the time. Not even you mom. Be my slut and cum for me!"

"Yes!" my mother cried, her body locking up in orgasm. I watched her passion filled expression in awe. Mom really was beautiful. I'd remember this moment forever. She noticed me watching and added, "Brian cum with me! Cum in your mother!"

I grunted and let lose. I filled her pussy as mom rolled into another orgasm. Our bodies slammed together over and over again until we were both completely spent.

"Tomorrow we'll deal with the repercussions," I said, holding my mom close afterward. "I know they'll be some. I'm not stupid."

"I know," my mom sighed. She fell silent for a few minutes. I was starting to nod off when she shook her head.

"What?" I asked.

"You do realize that what we're doing is incest?" my mother asked.

"Yes," I admitted. "And you want to know the sick part?"

"What?" mom asked.

"The knowledge is only making it better," I answered.

"For me too," she admitted, almost too softly for me to hear. "And I'm the mother. I know better."

"So do I," I shrugged. "I'm not a kid anymore." We fell silent for a while.

"So much for being a good girl," mom sighed eventually.

"Hey, we didn't plan this. It just happened," I said. "There's no sense is beating ourselves up after the fact."

"It has to stop," mom said.

"I agree," I said.

"And you can't sleep here tonight," she added.

"I know," I said. "I'll sleep on the couch in the living room. Right after I take a shower."

"Good," mom said, but I thought I heard a tinge of disappointment in her voice.

"You know mom," I said innocently. "I bet you could use a shower too, and your bathroom has the nice big walk in one." She looked at me and smiled slowly.

"Yes, it does," she said. "I think I'll use it first. You wait here and don't you dare come in! I'm your mother and it would be wrong!"

I watched her walk to her bathroom and smiled. Mom was seriously hot. I'd always know it, but it never really registered until now. Watching her ass wiggle as she walked made my cock stir despite my last orgasm.

I waited a few minutes until I heard her in the shower and then went to the door. I turned the knob and it opened. Mom hadn't locked the door. I smiled widely and went in.

"Oh Brian! What am I going to do with you?" mom asked, hiding a smile. She was standing under the shower as hot the water cascaded down her body. I shook my head as I watched.

"I have a few ideas," I replied moving toward my mother.

"Don't you dare!" mom cried. "You can't come in here!" Yet, I noticed she moved back from the door to give me room.

"We'll see about that!" I snapped, opening the door and stepping in. I took my mother into my arms and kissed her roughly as she started fighting me. Oddly enough, despite her resisting me, somehow her hand found my cock and her tongue thrust deep into my mouth. This continued for some time.

"Mom, I want your ass again!" I growled when I couldn't take it any longer.

"No!" she cried, spinning away from me.

My mother ended up standing on her toes with her hands against one of the shower walls. I looked at her ass and shook my head. It was round and full. My mouth literally watered.

"Please don't kiss me down there again!" mom cried, letting me know what she wanted.

I dropped to my knees and buried my face between her ass cheeks. Mom cried out and thrust her ass out further, giving me better access. She was more than ready already, but I took my time. Her ass tasted amazing and she clearly like how it felt.

"What are you doing?" Mom cried as I stood and pushed my cock against the entrance to her ass.

"Taking a good girl and making her my slut!" I growled.

"No!" mom said, fighting me. I crushed her against the shower wall and shoved my cock deep into her ass. I started riding my mother slowly. Eventually she stopped fighting me.

I took her hair and pulled it into a ponytail and moved it to one side, giving me access to the back of her neck. It was pale white because mom always wore her hair down. I licked it. Mom squirmed under me. I kissed it and her squirms became more pronounced.

"What are you doing?" my mother asked. The answer came without me realizing it.

"Marking what's mine! Marking my slut!" I growled and started sucking hard on my mother's neck. The mark I would leave wouldn't be seen by anyone else as long as she wore her hair down, but we'd both know it was it there. It was something that would last beyond tonight.

"No!" my mother cried, but she pushed her ass back hard against my cock, forcing it in even deeper.

"Yes!" I snapped, pulling back and looking at my handiwork. She was marked, but it wasn't dark enough. Not yet! I kissed her neck again.

"Brian you are going to make some girl very happy one day!" mom gasped.

"I'd settle for you today!" I growled.

"I am happy!" my mother moaned. "It's been so long since I had a real man and no one has ever gotten to me like you do!"

"Not even my father?" I asked.

"Not even him!" she groaned. I could feel her fingers brush my cock as she played with her pussy. She was getting close. So was I.

I took mom's hips and started riding her ass hard. She moaned loudly and came. I continued to stroke I and out of her until she was done. After that I pulled out and spun her toward me.

Mom's eyes flashed hungrily as I pushed down on her shoulders. She dropped to her knees and reached for my cock, but I stopped her. I held her head with one hand at arms distance and pointed my cock at her with the other as I brought myself to orgasm.

"Open your mouth!" I demanded. Mom did as she continued to watch me hungrily.

The first few ropes of my cum sprayed her face and chest. Some of it made it into her mouth, but obviously not enough for my mother. She pushed my hand away from and fell on my cock. I grabbed her head with both hands and fucked her mouth until I was done.

"You need to go," mom said once I was able to half focus again.

"You're mine," I said, still a little blurred from my lust. "I marked you."

"I remember," mom sighed. "And I am yours, for tonight."

"For as long as that mark remains," I said. Mom shook her head.

"I thought we agreed that this was just for tonight?" she asked. My mind was finally functioning again, but that didn't make me want to agree with her.

"It's the smart thing to do," I said, standing up straight. I was a good five inches taller than my mother. She looked up into my eyes nervously. "But I'm not giving this up. I'm not giving you up."

"And if I don't want this to happen again?" my mother asked.

"I'll take you against your will," I shrugged. "And you'll love it."

"I know you don't mean that. You would never force me if I really didn't want to."

"Mom," I sighed, looking at her. "I'm not sure if that's true with you. You have no idea what you do to me."

"We'll talk about this tomorrow," she said. "Go get some sleep."

"Okay," I said, but my mind wandered. My concern must have been plain on my face, because my mother took my chin and made me look into her eyes.

"Brian, don't worry," she said with a gently smile. "I know you better than you know yourself. You really wouldn't force me."

"I hope you're right," I sighed.

"I am," she said confidently, and then added more softly, "But even if I weren't it wouldn't matter. I'll always want you. I just don't think it's the right thing to do."

"It isn't," I agreed, relaxing slightly. "And you're right. We'll talk tomorrow."

I kissed my mother one more time and slipped out of the shower. I dried myself quickly and grabbed my sweats and tee-shirt off the floor in her bedroom. I put them on quickly and took one last look at my mother's bed before leaving. It was rumpled and stained with our pleasure.

It was the same bed I'd gained comfort from when I was a kid. Yet, now it was also something more. It dawned on me that my thoughts described my mother as well. She was the same mother I knew and loved growing up, but now she was something more.

Hey little brother," Lisa said as she flopped down on the couch cushion next to my head with a grin. "What are you doing sleeping out here?"

"Who said anything about sleeping?" I groaned as I sat up. "This couch sucks! I'm exhausted."

"Weren't you going to sleep in your mom's room?" her boyfriend Ted asked.

"That was the plan," I sighed. "Until mom came home early."

"Mom's home?" Lisa asked, no longer smiling.

"Yeah," I replied as I stood and stretched.

"Oh shit!" Ted cried. "She hates me as it is, and this isn't going to help!"

I fought off a smile. Mom didn't hate Ted. She didn't hate anyone, but then again he wasn't her favorite person. Mine either for that matter.

"Does she know about the party?" he asked.

"Of course she does," Lisa said, answering for me. "She's mom."

"Don't worry," I said to my sister. "I told her it was all Ted's idea. You should be okay." I then turned to Ted and added, "Although, she did say something about wanting to talk to you this morning."

"What?" he asked nervously.

"Relax," my sister sighed. "Brian is just joking."

"Very funny man!" he said angrily. I shrugged.

"Ted, I think you'd better be going," my sister said. "Mom's an early riser and I don't think you want to be here when she gets up."

"I'm gone," he said, giving my sister a quick kiss and making for the door. I frowned. Was it fair to be annoyed at him for bailing without even offering to stay and face the music?

"Think we should wake up Gloria and Francis?" Lisa asked.

"Probably," I answered, forgetting about Ted for the moment. "It will give them a chance to prepare."

"Like you can prepare for one of mom's lectures," Lisa sighed, but then added, "On the other hand, maybe they can slip out too. There's no reason for everyone to have to face the music."

"I'll wake them," I said.

I climbed the stairs quickly as memories of the night before drifted through my head. My hangover was bad and my head throbbed. Thinking was almost painful. I was also exhausted from trying to sleep on the couch. Had it happened? Did I really sleep with my mother? And what did it mean for us today?

The last question was the one that concerned me the most. I had no idea how to react, but I figured I'd work through it eventually. On the other hand, I was seriously worried about mom. I was afraid that there was a good chance she wouldn't handle it at all. And then what?

I pushed open the guest bedroom door and forced the thoughts of the night before out of my head for the moment. My cousin Gloria and her boyfriend Bobby were asleep in the bed. She was short and shapely, with long red hair, pale skin and freckles. Gloria took after her mother's side. Bobby wasn't much taller with blond hair and a wrestler's built. They made a nice couple. They met at the local community college two years ago and were bound for an altar ever since.

"Wake up you two!" I said, shaking the bed. Bobby didn't budge, but my cousin opened her eyes.

"For God's sake, why?" Gloria groaned.

"Because my mom's home," I replied.

"Aunt Deb? Oh no!" Gloria cried, and then started shaking Bobby.

I left the room and moved on to my bedroom. I pulled my shirt off as I went. I needed something to get me going. A shower was just the thing. I'd grab some clothes while I woke Francis and his girl up. Maybe it would help with my hangover.

I threw open the door to find Rhonda riding my cousin on my bed. The room smelled of sex. Rhonda looked at me and smiled. I shook my head. She didn't even pause in what she was doing.

"You two better hurry," I said. "Because my mom is home and she's bound to wake up soon."

"Damn!" Francis cried and pushed his girl off of him. Rhonda clearly wanted to finish. I shook my head and went to my dresser.

Francis's hair was light brown and he was average height with a slim built. Rhonda's hair was darker and she had a sexy smile when she chose to show it. You wouldn't know it based on the way she dressed, but her body was amazing. I'd gotten a chance to see it twice now and neither time had been a disappointment.

I grinned to myself, remembering last night when I thought I was going to get a chance to do much more than just look. That hadn't worked out, but something much different had.

"Brian, what the hell happened to your back?" Francis cried as he stood and threw on his clothes. Rhonda did as well, but she was moving slower.

"Looks like someone played with a tigress," she grinned. It took me a second to realize what they were talking about.

"Yeah," I said, thinking as quickly as I could. "I met a girl a couple of nights ago. She was wild."

"Man!" Francis laughed. "She must have been."

"You'd better get downstairs," I prompted. "Mom will be up soon."

"Right!" my cousin said. "I don't want to face her from in a bedroom."

"I'm right behind you," Rhonda said when Francis looked at her impatiently. He nodded and left. I moved to leave and take my shower, but she stopped me by placing a hand on my shoulder.

"Yes?" I asked. She was looking at me oddly.

"Those scratches are new," she said. "There's no way they happened before last night." I'm sure I blushed. My mind raced.

"No..." I began, but she covered my mouth with her hand briefly to silence my protests.

"Maybe I was wrong about you," she smiled sexily. "Maybe you can handle Megan."

"You're older sister?" I asked. She nodded, getting very close.

"You must be wilder than Francis describes," she said. Rhonda was so close that if I moved at all our bodies would touch. "Because those scratches are new and I'm the only girl not related to you in the house."

"That's sick! I..." I began, but she covered my mouth with her hand again.

"I know," she smiled, her eyes burning into mine. "But that doesn't mean I'm wrong. It also doesn't mean that it doesn't get to me, on a purely sexual level."

I wasn't sure how to answer that. It didn't matter. Rhonda removed her hand from my mouth and barely brushed her lips against mine before turning and moving toward the door.

"I'm looking forward to introducing you to Megan," she said as she left the room. "It's been a while since she and I double dated."

I swallowed hard. It was such an innocent statement, but I thought there was more to it. She didn't seem shocked at all by her discovery that I had an incestuous affair, only enticed.

"I'm sure it will be some double date," I mumbled to myself, and then thought, 'I think it's time Francis and I had a talk. I want to make sure he knows what Rhonda is hinting at before I meet her sister.'

The shower felt good. My back stung as the water hit the scratches and I let myself dwell on how I got them for the first time since waking up. If nothing else, they were proof that the night before wasn't a dream. I really had sex with my mother, and the sweet woman who cared for and raised me to be a gentleman had scratched the hell out of my back.

"Wow!" I said, shaking my head as the truth tried to sink it.

The whole situation from the night before was impossible, but it had happened. I knew that, and now I'd have to deal with the repercussions. I finished my shower, dried and got dressed. I even took the time to brush my teeth and dry my hair. I almost felt human again by the time I left the bathroom.

I could hear voices being raised downstairs. My mom was obviously awake and it sounded like Lisa and her were going at it. I also heard other voices. I guess my cousins hadn't gotten away before mom woke up.

'This should be fun,' I sighed.

"...it's bad enough you had a party while I was away," my mother was saying. "But for you all to sleep over with your dates is too much!"

"You're not going to tell our father, are you aunt Deb?" Gloria asked as I walked down the stairs. Bobby and Rhonda were gone. It was only mom, my sister and cousins in the room. I guess Francis and Gloria figured that it was better to face my mom rather than their father. They were probably right.

"Don't worry, she won't do that," I said. My mother looked at me and frowned. I met her eyes until she looked away. That was something new. Last night had clearly changed the dynamic of our relationship. I frowned to myself, but couldn't help admit that it felt oddly satisfying.

'Oh grow up!' I snapped at myself. 'And don't be a jerk. Mom is still mom and whatever else, you don't want to hurt her.'

"No, I'm not going to tell your father," my mother said to Gloria.

"Why not?" Francis asked in annoyance. "It's time dad loosened up anyway. He's ridiculous!"

"Maybe," my mother surprised me by saying. "But James is James and he's not about to change anytime soon."

"Mom, you're right," I said before Francis could continue. "We shouldn't have had the party while you were away. We're sorry." Lisa looked at me in surprise, but quickly agreed.

"Truthfully," our mother sighed. "I'm less concerned about the party than what happened afterward."

"It's no big deal," Lisa argued, but my mom was looking at me. I knew what she meant.

"We were all drunk," I said carefully. "It happens."

"But not again," mom replied meaningfully. "Not in my house."

"I can't promise that," I said honestly.

"Brian!" Lisa snapped, having no idea what the real conversation my mother and I were having. I was glad Rhonda left. She'd have picked up on it instantly.

"Let me make you all some breakfast before you two go home," my mother said, changing the subject. Poor Lisa looked totally confused.

"That would be great aunt Deb," Gloria smiled. "I'll help." The two went into the kitchen.

"What's up with mom?" Lisa frowned once they were gone.

"Aunt Deb did seem a bit odd," Francis added.

"Ease up on her today Lisa," I said softly. "Mom quit her job last night."

"She what?" my sister cried, but then added, "Let me guess. It was Mr. Barston? He hit on her, didn't he?"

"You knew about him?" I asked in surprise.

"No, but I guessed," my sister sighed. "He had jerk written all over him. I'd better go in and make sure she's alright."

"Okay, but don't push her," I said. "She'll tell you about it when she's ready."

"Little brother, mom's not the only one acting weird today," my sister said, but then thankfully left the room before I could think of how to respond.

"Sorry to hear about what happened," Francis said once we were alone.

"We'll be fine," I said in a tone that let my cousin know I didn't want to talk about it. He nodded slowly and then changed the subject.

"Mind if I take a shower?" Francis asked.

"Not at all," I replied, leading him back upstairs to my room for some clothes. I threw open the door and the sight and smell made me shake my head and add, "Right after you air out my room and change my sheets."

"No problem," he laughed.

"You are one lucky man," I said as we entered. "That Rhonda is something else."

"She is, isn't she?" he laughed, pulling the sheets off my bed.

"Have you met her older sister?" I asked.

"Megan? Sure," he smiled. "She's even hotter than Rhonda!"

"No way," I argued. He laughed.

"Seriously," he said. "They look a lot alike, only Megan has bigger tits."

"Now that sounds interesting," I said, handing him a clean set of sheets as I opened the window. "Because Rhonda said she wanted to set me up with Megan."

"Really?" he asked in surprised. "You lucky dog! If she's half as wild as Rhonda, you won't be able to walk straight for a week."

"You sound jealous," I teased.

"I am," he laughed, making my bed. I helped. "What I wouldn't do to get into Megan's pants!"

"And chance screwing up what you have with Rhonda?" I asked.

"We're not that serious," he shrugged. "We like each other and the sex is amazing, but I don't think either one of us is expecting what we have to last forever. In some ways it's really nice, because we're not afraid of trying things or saying what we want."

"Rhonda doesn't strike me as the type to be afraid to say or do anything," I said, shaking my head.

"You may be right," he smiled.

"Maybe?" I asked. "She didn't even pause when I burst in on you two this morning!"

"True," he said, his smile turning into a grin. "And I couldn't believe what she said last night!"

"What?" I asked.

"You remember. About letting me play with Megan while she took care of you," he answered. "She was just teasing you, but man!"

"What if she wasn't?" I asked. "Would you go for it?" Francis looked at me and if possible, his grin grew wider.

"In a heartbeat," he replied.

"Me too," I said. "Just in case it ever comes up."

"Just in case," he agreed, laughing again. "But you won't want to switch once you meet Megan. She is something else!"

"I don't know," I argued. "Rhonda is one of the hottest girls I've ever met."

"She is that," my cousin agreed.

"I'm just wondering how a guy like you got her," I joked.

"Dumb luck," Francis replied, finally finished with cleaning my room. "Now give me some clothes. I really do need a shower."

"You're telling me?" I teased, handing over something that would fit him.

I moved on to the guest bedroom and clean it while he was in the shower. It didn't take long and I had plenty to think about.

"Breakfast!" I heard Lisa call up the stairs. I left and bumped into Francis in the hall. He was just getting out of the shower.

"Tell them I'll be there in two minutes," he said. I nodded and went down the stairs.

The meal ended up being surprisingly good considering that everyone at the table had a hang over to one degree or another. Mom seemed to be relaxing and I made sure not to do or saying anything to upset her. We were all laughing at one point when the phone rang. Mom picked it up.

"James!" she said in surprise. "Yes, they're both here."

"Oh brother," Francis said. "Dad is checking up on us."

"Can you blame him?" his sister asked. They exchanged a grin.

"Yes James, mom was right," mom said. "I was on a business trip."

"Ut oh!" Gloria groaned.

"I got home last night," mom continued, and then paused again. "It was pretty late." Everyone could hear uncle James's yelling through the phone.

"Oh relax!" mom snapped at her older brother, surprising us all. "They're fine and that what matter most."

"Here is comes," Francis sighed, guessing at his father's next question.

"I didn't see Bobby or Francis's girlfriend," mom replied, eying us all briefly before grinning and adding, "But I got home pretty late and for all I know they were all in their bedrooms having mad passionate sex."

"Aunt Deb!" Gloria whispered in horror, but she had the decency to blush as well, after all, it was the truth.

"Oh come on James!" mom sighed. "You have to admit it was a little funny." Again, more yelling from my uncle.

"He really needs to get laid," Francis sighed, but then looked at my mom and added, "Sorry." My mother covered the receiver.

"You're not wrong," she said, shaking her head.

"Mom!" Lisa cried in shock.

"Oh please!" my mother retorted. "If nothing else, what happened last night has made me realize I can't treat you as kids forever. Besides, James is being ridiculous!"

"That's dad," Francis sighed.

"You know it's because he loves you, right?" my mom asked him, switching from anger to defense in a flash. You have to love siblings.

"Yeah, but it gets old," my cousin replied.

"Yes, it does," mom said knowingly. "I remember how he was when I started dating. What a pain!"

"He hasn't changed much," Gloria put in.

"Hold on," mom said to us and took her hand off of the phone receiver. "James, I have to go. Breakfast is getting cold. The kids will be home shortly." She hung up right afterward.

"You didn't just hang up on dad, did you?" Francis grinned.

"I said goodbye," mom shrugged, causing us all to laugh.

"Thanks aunt Deb," Gloria said.

"I didn't lie," mom shrugged. "And you shouldn't either."

"He doesn't make it easy," Francis put in.

"I know," mom said, and then looked at Lisa and me. "I guess I don't either. I'm sorry. Things are going to change around here."

"Really?" Lisa said in surprise.

"A little," mom replied. "I mean, this is still my house and I don't want it becoming party central or where you and Brian have your booty calls."

"Booty call?" Francis asked in surprise. "Where in the world did you hear that?"

"I'm old," my mother sighed. "Not dead!"

"Who are you and what have you done with my mother?" Lisa asked.

"Very funny," mom sighed, glancing my way briefly. I'd intentionally remained quiet. "I guess last night opened my eyes up to a lot of things. It wasn't just your party and sleep over."

"I know," Lisa said. "Brian told me."

"I heard too," Francis added.

"Heard what?" my mom asked, clearly stunned. I knew what she was thinking.

"I'm sorry mom," I said quickly. "I guess I should have let you tell Lisa that you quit your job."

"My job," mom said, shaking her head. "Right."

"Are you okay aunt Deb?" Gloria asked.

"I will be," mom answered honestly. "It's just a lot to take in all at once."

"Don't worry mom," Lisa said. "Brian and I will help."

"We'll be fine," my mom smiled. "I've got enough saved to last for at least sixth months and I'll have another job well before then."

"I still think you should sue Mr. Barston," I grumbled. "Or better yet, let me pay him a visit."

"I'm willing to tag along," Francis said quickly.

"No!" my mother snapped. "I can take of him myself."

We changed the subject and went back to finishing breakfast. It didn't take long. Everyone helped clean the kitchen afterward. It went quickly.

"I guess it's time to go home and face the music," Gloria sighed.

"Yeah," Francis said, shaking his head. I could see that he was brewing for a fight already. Mom took one look and sighed. She could see it too.

"I think maybe I'd better come with you two," she said. "I haven't visited with your father in a long time anyway."

"Thanks aunt Deb," Gloria said. The three of them disappeared not long afterward.

"I'm wiped," I sighed once they all were gone.

"I guess that means I can't convince you to help me clean?" my sister Lisa asked.

"You clean?" I joked. "It will never happen! Do you even know how to wash a dish?"

"Very funny," my sister said. "You jerk."

Lisa really wasn't much of a cleaner. She could do it when she put her mind to it, but that wasn't very often. I wasn't much better, but I'd been known to throw a load of laundry on every so often. I even vacuumed upon rare occasions.

"You aren't serious, are you?" I asked.

"Yes I am," she replied. "Mom's had a tough few days." I frowned and nodded. I was very tired, but Lisa was right. On the other hand, cleaning could wait a little while.

"How about we take a nap first?" I asked. "Mom will be over uncle James's all day. I really am wiped."

"Hmm," my sister said thoughtfully. "That does sound good, but I need a shower first."

"Enjoy," I shrugged. "Bed time for me."

Lisa was first to the stairs. She climbed them and it actually took me a moment to realize I was staring at her ass.

'Pervert!' I snapped to myself, but then I shrugged. After what happened with mom, did it really matter? I took a few moments to think about my sister and her appearance. 'Shit, Lisa's pretty hot!'

It wasn't that I didn't know what she looked like or that I thought she wasn't attractive before, but I'd never truly looked at her as a girl. No, that's not right. I'd never looked at her in a sexual way, and I was now. I couldn't help myself.

Lisa had mom's blond hair and was built athletically. Her ass was small, but rounded nicely from all the sports she played in high school and college. She was a gym teacher and it showed. Her breasts weren't nearly as big as mom's, but they were still pretty amazing on her tight body.

"What?" Lisa asked when we reached the top of the stairs. She obviously noticed the attention I was giving her.You know," I said, breaking one of the unspoken rules between us. "You could do a lot better than Ted." I saw her start to swell up angrily, but then she stopped and sighed, letting out a breath.

"You're right," she said, surprising me. "It's too bad really. He's handsome and smart."

"Pretty packaging doesn't make a good guy," I said. "And neither does brains. And what's with the total lack of a sense of humor?"

"Okay little brother, ease off," she said pointedly. I raised my hands with palm toward her in surrender. My sister rolled her eyes and laughed.

I'd learned long ago not to comment on my sister's boyfriends. The fact that she hadn't jumped all over me when I offered up my opinion about Ted said a lot about how close she was to dumping him already.

"See you in a couple of hours," I said, entering my room. The clean sheets felt wonderful and I was out almost instantly.

I woke up slowly. It took me a few minutes to realize I wasn't alone in my room. Lisa had pulled my desk chair out and was sitting in it, facing me. She looked like she'd bee there for a while. I looked at my sister and rubbed my face as I fought to wake up. Whatever was bothering her was bad.

"What's wrong?" I asked, sitting up.

"I couldn't go to sleep after my shower," she said. "I was thinking about how to break up with Ted."

"I'm sorry," I offered. She shrugged it off and continued.

"So, I decided to start cleaning," she said. "I couldn't vacuum with you sleeping so I did laundry instead."

"Sounds reasonable," I shrugged, fighting to get my mind fully functioning and wondering where she was going with this conversation.

"There were plenty of sheets to clean, so I started there," she added, looking at me meaningfully. I still wasn't processing well enough to follow her yet.

"Okay," I offered. My sister frowned and shook her head before continuing.

"Can you imagine my surprise when I found four sets of dirty sheets instead of just three?" she asked. "Mom typically does laundry on Tuesdays. I was wondering why she stripped her bed this morning."

'Oh shit!' I thought, finally catching on. 'Oh shit!'

"So I opened them to see if she dropped something on them that might need special attention," my sister continued. "They were a mess, but not really that much different than any of the other sheets. They were damp and cum stained."

"Really?" I finally got out, my mind whirling. "I guess it's true. Even moms need to take care of themselves."

"Brian, there were fluids from both a woman and a man," she said angrily. "What happened last night?"

I was tempted to deny everything and play stupid, but Lisa wouldn't fall for it, not after she saw my expression when she mentioned what she found. I'm sure I looked guilty as hell and Lisa could usually read me better than anyone else other than mom.

I was also tempted to tell her that I took care of myself before mom came home and that she must have followed suit afterward, but one look into Lisa's eyes and I knew it was pointless, so instead, I told her the truth. It didn't take very long.

"I can't believe it," my sister said, shaking her head.

"Honestly, me neither," I sighed. "It's not like I planned it."

"But you didn't stop it either," Lisa said pointedly.

"I was drunk," I shrugged. "So was mom and the truth is that we both needed it."

"So, last night was the first time?" my sister asked.

"Yes," I answered. We fell silent for what felt like minutes. I had no idea what to say and Lisa was obviously trying to accept what she learned.

"Did you both enjoy it?" my sister asked, surprising me.

"I guess," I answered uncomfortably.

"You guess?" she asked. "That's it?"

"Okay, fine," I sighed. "Yes, we both enjoyed it. Hell, it was the best sex I ever had! Does that make you feel better?"

"It makes me feel left out," Lisa said glumly.

"It's not like you weren't busy with Ted," I said.

"That's not what I mean and you know it," my sister replied. "Ever since pop died it's been the three of us together. Now I feel like I'm on my own."

"Why?" I frowned. "Because mom and I accidentally ended up in the same bed and let our passions get the better of us?"

"Yes," she shrugged. I knew it was an honest answer even if I didn't understand it.

"I'm willing to sleep with you if that will help?" I joked badly.

"If I thought it would help, I might take you up on it," she sighed. "But I don't. Besides, I'm not ready for that."

"Lisa, you know mom and I love you?" I asked.

"Yes," she smiled, but her eyes were sad. She stood and added, "I think it's time for a nap of my own."

I watched her leave the room and shook my head. What could I do to make Lisa happy? She was my sister and I didn't want to see her this upset.

'I'd better let her sleep and see how she feels when it sinks in,' I thought. 'Hell, it's barely sunk in with me.'

Lisa slept a long time. I let her. I was just thinking about waking her when mom came home. She didn't look happy.

"That brother of mine can be so..." she began angrily, but I cut her off.

"We have bigger problems," I interjected. "Lisa knows."

"Knows what?" my mother asked.

"She decided to do the sheets while you were out and I was sleeping," I said. "She found the ones to your bed." Mom shook her head almost numbly and sank down on the couch.

"The girl is twenty-three years old and she's never done a chore without me nagging and today she decides to help," my mom said, obviously stunned.

I got up and went to mom's wine rack. It was the only alcohol left in the house because we made it off limits the night before. I poured us both a glass and handed one to her as I sat down on the couch next to her.

"How did she react?" mom asked after downing half her glass.

"Oddly," I frowned. "She wasn't so much mad or disgusted as hurt. She feels left out. She thinks we now have something special that she's not part of."

"That's bad," mom frowned.

"I'm sorry mom," I sighed. "This is all my fault."

"Not all," she said, shaking her head. "If I really wanted you to stop last night, I could have made you, but it just felt so good."

"Yes, it did." I said, sipping my wine.

We sat there for almost half an hour. We didn't say much, but we did finish the bottle of wine quickly enough. Lisa came down from her nap as I was opened the second bottle. I saw her frown, but she took the glass I handed her. The three of us looked at each other in silence for a few moments.

"I know it's been a while," mom suddenly smiled as a thought came to her. "But I think it's time for movie night."

"Movie night?" Lisa asked in surprise. "Aren't we a little old for that?"

"That's a great idea," I said quickly. "You're never too old for a movie night!"

Every once in a while when we were kids, mom used to set up trays in her bedroom. We'd eat and watch television, something she never let us do normally. Afterward, we'd settle onto her bed and watch a movie. Mom always let us stay up late and eat plenty of popcorn and candy. It was just the bonding experience Lisa needed now.

"Lisa, you can chose the movie," mom said. "I'll order from your favorite restaurant."

"But..." Lisa began. It was too late. Mom was already in the kitchen picking up the phone.

"What's gotten into her?" Lisa asked.

"I told her what you figured out," I replied. "She wants you to know that she loves you."

"You told her?" Lisa cried.

"I had to," I shrugged. "Your reaction before was bad."

"I was tired and hung over!" Lisa snapped, but I knew there was more to it.

"Just humor mom and go with it. She's really worried about you," I sighed, and then added more softly. "So am I."

"I'm fine," Lisa said, a little too quickly.

"Good," I said. "Then a movie will be fun."

"I really should go find Ted and break it off," my sister frowned.

"Give him one more night," I said. "I never liked the guy much, but even he deserves one more night of believing he's dating one of the hottest girl's alive."

"Very funny," my sister sighed.

"Who's joking?" I replied, but then hit her with a couch pillow before she could respond. It was a short, vicious fight and although I typically won, just this once I let her.

"Will you two cut it out!" mom snapped from the doorway, but she wasn't really angry. How could she be? Both Lisa and I were laughing.

"How long until the food is ready?" I asked.

"You have just enough time to put on your shoes and go pick it up," mom grinned.

"I walked into that one," I laughed.

"I think I'd better go," Lisa sighed. "You two have been drinking." I started to argue, but mom cut me off when she realized Lisa was right.

"We'll have everything ready when you get back," mom said. I nodded in agreement.

There wasn't that much to do, but we busied ourselves with getting mom's room ready. We also continued to drink the wine, only slower now. When the second bottle was gone we both agreed to hold off on any more until after we ate. We were well on our way to being drunk.

"Brian, stop that!" my mom snapped. She was standing at the counter getting the popcorn maker ready for later.

"What?" I asked.

"You're staring at my ass!"

"I am, aren't I?" I laughed, walking up behind her. She turned and faced me quickly.

"Don't you dare!" she cried. "Hasn't what happened already caused enough trouble?"

"Yes," I sighed. "But you know the old adage. You can't go back. We have to move on."

"Agreed," mom said. "And moving on entails never making the same mistake again."

"That's not what I meant," I said. "What happened was wrong, but I wouldn't exactly call it a mistake."

"Brian, you can't be serious?" mom asked.

"Oh, I am," I said. "I really liked what happened. So did you."

"I did not!" mom cried, but we both knew she was lying. "Okay, I was drunk and in need and you took care of it admirable, but you're my son and it's wrong!"

"And that makes it even hotter!" I groaned, pulling her into a kiss. Mom returned the kiss despite her protests, but when it was done she pushed me back with both hands.

"No!" she said. "Tonight is about Lisa. We hurt her and that's unacceptable!"

"You're right," I said, but then pulled mom to me again. "But Lisa isn't here right now and just looking at you is driving me crazy!"

"Brian!" mom cried. She spun away from me, but I had her trapped against the counter. I thrust my hard-on against her ass to let her know just how much she was getting to me. "We can't! There's no time!"

"I'm not so sure about that," I grinned, lifting my mother's skirt up past her ass and pushing her panties down. I was wearing sweats and they dropped past my cock easily enough. Mom was fighting me, but she thrust out her ass giving me access to what we both wanted. She moaned when I pushed my cock inside her pussy.

"Oh Brian!" mom moaned. "What am I going to do with you?"

"I don't know about that," I grinned. "But I do know what you're going to do for me. You're going to cum. You're going to cum long and hard!"

"There's no time!" mom moaned.

"Then hurry!" I groaned in reply, picking up the pace.

Mom was leaning over the counter as I rode her hard. I was just starting to feel my orgasm approaching when I heard the front door open.

"Fuck!" I cried, pulling out quickly.

"No!" my mother moaned in frustration. "I was so close!"

"Sorry," I said, meaning it. God, did I mean it!

"Just go stop your sister from coming in here!" mom snapped. "If she walk in right now she'll know what we were just doing and that wouldn't be good."

"Agreed," I said, pulling my sweats back up. I also pulled my shirt down and let it cover my front. It was the best I could do.

"Mom went crazy," Lisa said when she saw me. "There's more food than we could eat in a week!"

"She's really looking forward to this," I said. "Let's go set the food out upstairs. She'll join us in a minute." My sister must have sensed something because she looked at me funny. I guess it made sense. Only a few moments before I was stroking in and out of our mother. That wasn't something that was easy to hide, especially considering I had to stop abruptly just before my release.

I tried to focus on looking as innocent as possible, but I wasn't sure I fooled Lisa. On the other hands she didn't say anything as we brought the food upstairs.

It was weird to be back in my mother's room after the night before. Scenes of what happened flashed in my head and they didn't nothing to help calm down my already surging libido. I went to the bathroom and threw some cold water on my face after the food was set out. It helped.

The meal was delicious and we laughed and watched television during it. It was like old times except for the fact that my eyes lingered on my mother overly long upon occasion. Mom would frown when she noticed until I looked away. I think Lisa might have noticed once, but she just shook her head and took a sip of her wine.

The movie my sister picked was decent for a chick flick. We were all slightly drunk by the time it ended. We'd done a good job of denting mom's wine collection, but the food balanced it.

"Another movie?" mom asked.

"Sure, why not?" Lisa smiled. Mom and I exchanged a smile of our own. Lisa seemed okay.

"Can I choose?" I asked.

"Please!" mom snorted. "I don't want to watch something gory right now. The food is just settling in."

"And porn is out too," Lisa joked.

"Hey, don't knock it until you try it," I teased back.

"And what makes you think I've never tried it?" my sister asked. She was clearly feeling no pain.

"Lisa!" mom cried.

"Come on mom," my sister grinned. "Are you telling me you never watched a adult film?"

"I haven't," my mother shrugged.

"Wow," my sister laughed. She was obviously drunker than I thought. "I would think in this day and age everyone's seen a adult film, or at least a clip. I mean the internet makes it all so available."

"Not me," mom shrugged. "I worked with computers all day. Why would I want to be on one at night?"

"Mom, you really need to get a life," Lisa sighed.

"That's a little harsh, isn't it?" I asked in surprise.

"Please!" my sister said, rolling her eyes. "If mom had one, maybe she wouldn't have had sex with you last night and ruined everything."

"That's not fair!" I cried. Mom put her hand on my arm.

"Maybe Lisa is right," she said calmly, but her eyes were welling up with tears.

"Oh shit!" my sister cried when she realized what she'd said and how badly mom was taking it. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to say it like that. I'm drunk."

"I know dear," mom sighed. "But that doesn't make you wrong. I don't know why I let Brian do what he did."

"You didn't let me," I said. "I didn't give you a choice."

"Oh Brian!" mom sighed. "Like I said earlier, you couldn't..."

I didn't give her a chance to finish. I grabbed her and kissed her. Mom was so surprised that she didn't fight at first, but it wasn't long before we were wresting on the bed. I rolled on top of her and pinned her under me before kissing her again.

"Wow!" Lisa cried, reminding me she was there.

"And that's what happened last night," I said, moving off our mother with some difficulty. "She couldn't have stopped me if she wanted to."

"But I didn't want to," my mom said, sitting up and wiping her lips. "And that's really the point."

"This is a lot more than just incest," Lisa said, shaking her head. "You two are seriously perverted!"

"And you're not?" I asked. "I heard your bed last night. It was slamming into the wall pretty hard!"

"I'm not a virgin!" my sister argued. "But that doesn't make me perverted."

"Lisa, you're my daughter and I love you," mom said. "But you can't say that you didn't like what you just saw. I can see it in your eyes."

"So?" my sister cried.

"So, if you weren't perverted you would have been disgusted," mom replied. "Instead you got excited."

"I'm both," Lisa said.

"Maybe, but you're a lot more of the second," I grinned.

"I'm drunk," my sister said again.

"We all are," I shrugged. "What does that have to do with it?"

"It's the alcohol making the sight of you two kissing turn me," Lisa said.

"I doubt it works that way," I said.

"Drinking lowers you inhibitions," mom put in. "It doesn't make you like something you don't."

"Fine!" my sister snapped. "I'm just as perverted as you two! Does that make everything alright?" She ran out of the room before either one of us could answer.

"Wow," I said, shaking my head. "How did we get here?"

"I think we both know the answer to that," my mother frowned. "What we did was a mistake. I knew it then, but I didn't realize how badly Lisa was going to take it."

"Me neither," I frowned. "What do we do?"

"I don't know," mom said, and for some reason that shook me. Mom always knew what to do.

"I think we need to sleep on it and see how she's feeling in the morning," I finally said. Mom nodded.

"You need to sleep in your own bed tonight," she said.

"Agreed," I sighed, standing and going to my room without kissing my mother goodnight, but only because I was afraid I wouldn't be able to stop despite what was going on with Lisa. I loved my sister and didn't want to make her upset, but I couldn't deny that just the sight of mom made me horny as hell. I loved her too.

I lay in bed for quite a while, unable to fall asleep. My mind vacillated between my desire for mom and my concern for Lisa. Hell, there was a part of it that even wondered what being with Lisa would be like.

"Pervert!" I grumbled, but that only made it worse.

I closed my eyes and tried to wipe all the thoughts from my head. I pictured a white room with no corners. It was my version of counting sheep. It started to work.

"Brian?" I heard from the doorway to my room. It was Lisa's voice. "Are you still awake?"

"Yes," I answered.

"I'm sorry about before," my sister replied.

"Me too," I sighed. "I know mom feels bad too." Lisa came into my room and sat on the edge of my bed.

"You know what all this goes to show?" she asked.

"What?"

"That I should never do laundry ever again," she replied. "I would never have found out if I didn't." It was a weak attempt at humor, but it was an attempt nonetheless.

"The man you marry better be rich," I teased. "He'll need to hire a cook, a maid and God knows what else."

"Ha ha," my sister said. "Very funny."

"Hey, the truth hurts," I laughed.

"Jerk!" she snapped, but she was laughing too. It lasted far too long, but she obviously needed it.

"Brian, I want to go back to mom's room," she said afterward. "Will you come with me?"

"Of course," I said. "But what for?"

"We always end a movie night by falling asleep together," my sister said softly. "I miss that."

"Let's go," I smiled, getting out of bed and taking Lisa by the hand. We went down the hall and knocked on mom's door. The light was still on so I knew she was awake, but she took a few moments to answer the door.

"Come in!" she finally called.

I opened the door and led Lisa in. I took one look at mom and saw that she'd been crying. Damn! Lisa noticed too, but didn't say anything.

"Yes?" mom asked.

"Move over," Lisa smiled and climbed into mom's bed. I moved to the other side and got in as well. Lisa was already resting her head on mom's shoulder. "Sorry mom."

"No, I'm sorry," our mother replied.

"We'll talk tomorrow," I put said. "After a good night's sleep."

"Sounds good," Lisa said, reaching out the nightstand and shutting the light. "Good night."

"Night," mom said.

"Sweet dreams," I put in. I knew I was going to have some. I was in bed with my mother again and it was dark. I was sorely tempted to touch her, but I knew it would be a mistake. The thought of Lisa being in bed with us didn't help at all.

I'm not sure who fell asleep first, but I know I was last. I could hear them both breathing deeply and even that made me hard.