JACK AND IRENE: HIDEAWAY HEAT

Jack stroked his stiff cock through his sister Irene's thong as he stared at the erotic images on the monitor of his bedroom computer.

There was the picture he'd taken a few summers back showing Irene slumped in a lawn chair, her legs spread and her shorts riding up her crotch. Another was one he'd taken after their first lovemaking session a few days ago showing his come dripping from her large, big-nippled breasts.

He also looked at a pic of another lady that had been uploaded to the site. She had long brown hair too and a pretty face. Her mouth was open wide and a red ball gag was braced inside it. Her wrists were tied with rope and were folded across her large chest.

Jack had never been much into bondage shots before, but this one was good and besides, Irene seemed to be into it, considering what happened the night before last when Irene had heated up their already hot sex games with some gifts from a fetish store.

Looking at the picture was giving Jack very sexy ideas. It would be fun to explore that, he thought.

He moved the cursor over the images, sliding them aside to reveal the video he'd been watching featuring Micki Night, his favorite porn star. With her long brown hair, voluptuous but well-maintained figure, her elegant, carefully made-up face, she looked a bit like Irene. In the video, she was nude and was passionately kissing a tall, slender brunette with smaller breasts. Their glistening tongues danced seductively in each other's mouths as their hands roamed over their breasts.

Jack's cock stiffened while he watched and the thong grew more sticky as pre-come oozed from the head. The video really turned him on. The brunette looked a bit like Kim, the clerk in Irene's store who had licked his cock clean after his sex session with Irene at her pffice a few afternoons ago.The video itself with the two sexy porn ladies aroused him, but the video also sparked a fantasy in Jack. He thought about Irene and Kim on their knees before him, taking turns servicing his rigid cock with their busy hands and eager mouths.

The clip was all too brief and soon ended before Jack had shot his load.

Jack sighed and looked at the clock on the monitor. Ten-thirty at night. Where the hell was Irene? She'd never said anything about going out late tonight. Stu, her useless fiance, was back tomorrow from his business trip and Mom and Dad would be home from the cottage in a few days. Every moment they had together was precious. Why was she wasting this last night?

Frustrated, he turned back to the computer and inserted a CD into the disc drive. The monitor soon came alive with a slide show of images of Irene modeling a black thong. She was topless and her D-cup breasts looked amazing. She stood with her legs wide apart, her hands behind her head. Her twenty-eight-year-old body looked fit and tantalizing, well-worth a hard on and a wank. She could hold her own against any Web model or porn slut, Jack thought.

In spite of himself, Jack's cock stiffened some more. These were pictures Stu had taken of her and Irene had let him have a copy of them. Yes, she looked beautiful and hot as hell, but these were pictures by Stu. They were for his pleasure alone, yet, she looked so damn hot.

The sound of a car pulling into the driveway made Jack turn his head toward his bedroom window. Jack pulled the window blind aside and peeked at the driveway one floor below. At last, Irene was home.

Jack sat down and stroked his cock playfully through the thong. It didn't matter anymore about Irene seeing him like this. She knew he liked jacking off into her lingerie and it turned her on to walk in and seeing him doing that.

She also liked it when there was porn running on his computer. He brought up his video folder and started playing the clip of Micki Night getting double penetrated by two studs, a clip that always got Irene dripping wet.

As Micki's moaning and grunting and the slapping of hard male thighs against tender female buttock flesh filled Jack's room, Irene burst in and slammed the door behind her, propping herself up against it. She wore a gray suit jacket and matching short skirt that tastefully showed off her shapely bare legs.

"I've got some great news! I found a place for us!"

"What?"

"I found a secret place tonight where we can get together from now on."

Jack rose from his chair, letting the thong fall to the floor. He walked up to Irene, his stiff prick standing out like an arrow, "How did you do that?"

Irene wiped sweat from her forehead as the words flew breathlessly from her gorgeously painted mouth. "I talked to the building manager at the mall today and said I was looking for some office space. He referred me to some real estate guy he knows who referred me to another guy. I met him tonight and he showed me this amazing little office space in a business plaza out on the highway. I'm to go tomorrow at lunch to sign the papers, pay the first and last month's rent, get the keys, everything.You should see it! It's awesome! And he gave me such a deal too.."

Jack smiled as his cock ached. He was proud of Irene. She was quite the negotiator and networker. She certainly had the charm for it. But the ache in his cock burned and seeing her stretched out against the door in her sexy little skirt and jacket made his mouth water. On the computer, Micki's grunting grew louder as the two studs pounded her with greater force.

Each element of what was happening in his room combined to make Jack horny in a way he'd never been. His mouth was dry, his body shuddered for a moment in pure pleasure.

He stood before his sister, their faces almost touching. He raised his arm and placed his palm against the door and covered her with his nude, well-toned twenty-one-year-old body. He stared into her shimmering eyes as he spoke, knowing he was standing so close that the drops of pre-come from his dick were oozing onto her skirt.

"What took you so long?" Jack was shocked by how deep his voice sounded, almost threatening. He'd never spoken to anyone like this before.

The excitement quickly drained from Irene's voice. Now, she sounded to Jack more subdued, even frightened. "But Jack, you want a special place for us don't you? We don't have a lot of time before..."

"That's why you should've come home."

Irene's voice was shaking now. "Jack, I just thought it would be nice to have a place sooner. I mean we can go there anytime to fuck..."

Jack shoved his mouth hard against Irene's, immediately silencing her. She gasped and grunted and pulled away from Jack.

"Jack, please, not yet, I haven't even showered. I'm all sweaty..."

In his lust, Jack was deaf to what his sister said. He was listening more to Micki's moans from the video while he grabbed Irene by the shoulders and pinned her to the wall and roughly unbuttoned her jacket. Her big tits fell free.

Jack stopped for a moment. "What the hell's this, Irene? Not even a bra, never mind a blouse."

"Jack, it was a hot day..."

He silenced her again with another hard kiss. He pinched her tits and nipples as he did so,

His nostrils filled with his sister's smell. She was right about wanting a shower. But the smell was nothing unpleasant, though. She simply smelled of the end of a long day. The final remains of her sweet perfume, stale sweat, cigarette smoke. Cigarette smoke?

Irene never smoked. Where the hell did she pick that up?

Not bothering to ask, he freed one hand from her tits and let it fall to the side of her skirt. Yes, this was the skirt that had a zipper on the side. Irene made no move to protest as he undid the zipper and the skirt dropped to the floor.

Underneath was a yellow thong and Jack grabbed roughly at it as he kissed her again and again on the mouth. Irene didn't return the kisses, but Jack could tell she enjoyed it. She was breathing fast, her nipples were rock hard and she moaned and grunted as Jack groped at her crotch. She even slipped off her pumps and eased herself against the wall, her body relaxing in his grip.

All the while, a powerful raw smell rose from Irene's groin. Jack ripped the thong off and he reeled from the raw pussy sex smell that radiated from her. The thong was sticky and damp to the touch and the smell clung to it.

He pressed the soiled and foul-smelling thong to her face. "Do you like that smell? Your slutty porn star smell? You fucked someone tonight, didn't you?"

"Jack, I..."

Jack let the thong fall to the floor. "It wasn't Kim at the store, was it? She doesn't smoke. You don't smoke either, but you stink of it for some reason. No bars around here allow smoking any more. Was it this real estate guy you were with? Does he smoke?"

Irene smiled and suddenly her manner changed. In a deep, sultry voice she said,"What's it to you, lover? What;s it to you? You know I'm your porn whore and I always will be. You know I'm a slut. So what if I went the extra mile for a better deal on a secret place for us, Jack? I know my way around okay?"

"You really do."

Irene kissed him on the mouth. Jack liked it. The kiss was warm and passionate. He flicked his tongue into her mouth and she replied in kind. On the computer, Micki's moans and grunts shuddered to a crescendo of passion, which made it all the sweeter as Jack felt Irene pushing him toward his bed. He fell down on it and she straddled him, her knees at each of his hips.

He had full view of her tits and he reached for them and fondled them as Irene rode his shaft.

Jack moaned as his cock was engorged by the tightness of his sister's powerful womanhood. She clenched him tightly as he thrust into her.

Irene spoke as she rode him, her voice husky with lust. "You aren't mad at me,are you, lover? You love fucking your sister's dirty pussy. You love it that I'm a whore. Your whore, no matter what happens, no matter who I'm with, I'll be your whore. You know that. You love it, don't you, lover?"

Jack answered with one mighty thrust after another into his sister's pussy.

Irene's voice dissolved into moans and cries as Jack's cock slammed relentlessly into her. There was nothing left to be said.

There was nothing left at all except for one last massive thrust by Jack into Irene's pussy, then the explosion of semen erupted, firing blast after blast inside her as she wailed with ecstasy.

There was nothing left after that but silence, as Irene collapsed in Jack's waiting arms, panting like an animal even as she drifted off to sleep as Jack's receding cock stayed locked inside her.

That was the best place to be, Jack thought, the mists of sleep crowding around him. The best place of all.

*

In the middle of the night, they awoke and showered together. Jack helped Irene with her cleaning, guiding the soap bar about her body. He lathered her breasts and pussy and sprayed the soap away with the shower hose.

Afterward, they went back to Jack's room. Jack sat at the computer with Irene on his lap as he surfed the erotic social networking site he'd posted pictures at. He was naked and his cock stiffened as it poked against Irene's beautiful ass. She was nude except for the thong Jack had been masturbating into earlier. It was still sticky with his come, but that was okay. At least it was his come rubbing against her pussy and not the real estate guy's - or Stu's for that matter.

Irene gestured at the CD of her nuide pictures that rested on the table.

"Why don't you upload something from that, Jack?"

"Those are pictures Stu took."

"I know. What's the difference if it's you or Stu who took them?"

"Well..."

"Don't worry. Stu never goes to this site. Even if people save these shots and put them up somewhere else, he'll never see them. He only surfs for slick pictures and videos of major league porn girls. It's okay to put up some pictures from the disc. There's a couple where my face isn't showing."

She popped the disc into the drive and a slideshow appeared. A few pictures showed up with Irene's back turned to the camera. She stood upright in some, her incredible ass on full display. Others showed just her ass with her fingers probing inside her exposed pussy.

Jack's cock stiffened as he watched the images flash by.

"You naughty boy. You like them don't you?" Irene's voice was playful as she hugged Jack and kissed him on the cheek.

Irene rose from his lap while Jack went about uploading the pictures. He felt Irene parting his knees and nestling her head in his groin as he quickly went through the upload process.

Between licks at his cock, Irene said, "There's a slide show setting on the site isn't there? Just put on the slideshow and I'll blow you off as you watch my pictures."

Jack set up the slideshow and as pictures of Irene's come-splattered tits and her spread ass flashed by, his cock hardened as he thrust in and out of Irene's talented mouth.

He grabbed the back of Irene's head as she sucked him, holding her face tight against her groin as his cock head caressed the back of her throat. With a loud groan, he shot his hot load of buttery jizz down Irene's throat.

She slithered up his body and kissed him full on the mouth, letting him taste the stickiness of his jizz.

Later, after they had cleaned up, Jack and Irene lay together in Jack's bed.

Jack felt content. Here he was in his own bed, his beautiful sister tightly in his arms. She was his, at least for now.

Irene kissed his cheek. "Aren't you glad we have a place of our own now?"

"Yeah. It sounds good."

"Are you still mad at me?"

"No. I don't think I ever was mad at you."

"You certainly seemed that way when I came in."

"I guess I was mad about you being out late without your telling me. And the stuff about the real estate guy was a surprise."

Irene laughed. "I have my ways, but I'll always come back to you. Remember, Jack, you'll have to make accommodations to keep this thing between us going. And I don't mind you seeing other girls. We have to carry on with our real lives so nobody suspects what's going on. We just have to cherish our secret world in the most secret place in our hearts. You understand that, Jack?"

"It makes sense."

"Good. I'm so looking forward to having a secret place of our own."

"It'll be great."

"Tell you what. Meet me at the mall after work. I'll drive you out so you can see it. Like I said, I can take possession tomorrow."

"Okay But what about Stu? He's back tomorrow, you know."

Irene sighed. "Yes, I know that all too well. Leave Stu to me. I'll tell him I'm staying late at the store for inventory. It's not the first time I've worked late the night he's come back from a business trip."

Jack smiled and didn't bother replying. She knew how to deal with Stu.

They fell quiet and Jack knew from her even breathing that Irene had drifted off to sleep. He would do the same in a few minutes.. All the same, he was excited about the next day.

Now with a secret sex hideaway, their relationship would enter a new chapter of lust and adventure. Yes, he had competition from Stu and Irene might stray off to still other guys just yet, but he knew Irene would be his. He knew sometime they would even live together.

Yes. The time would soon come when he could have her every night.

The idea made him smile with bliss as sleep carried him away in its enchanting and dissolving embrace.

Jack's groin burned with arousal as he walked into his twenty-eight-year-old sister Irene's clothing store at the mall. His twenty-one-year-old cock was rock hard. All day at his job at the discount store, he couldn't take his mind off the hot fucking he and Irene would be enjoying in their new hideaway.

His erection was so noticeable throughout the day that Jen, his boss at the store, would leer at him, and in the midafternoon, called him into her office. She didn't have much to say, but while she prattled away at how pleased she was with his job performance, Jack couldn't help but notice Jen staring at his bulging groin.

Not that Jack was upset. Jack thought Jen was hot. She was around fifty with dark hair streaked with gray. Her legs were long and athletic and today, as always, they were nicely accentuated by skin-tight jeans. As much as Jack wanted to give in to Jen's barely concealed lust for him, he wanted to save his seed for Irene. He didn't even masturbate at all today, hoping to save up a huge blast of come for his sister's pussy.

Now, though, he was finally at his sister's store. Soon, his lust would be sated in the privacy of their hideaway.

It was just before closing time and the store was deserted. Even Kim, Irene's clerk, seemed to be gone. Irene was by herself at the back of the store, folding t-shirts.

As if Jack wasn't hard enough already, seeing his beautiful sister aroused him even further. Irene's back was turned to him. Her glorious chestnut brown hair cascaded past her shoulders. The tight-fitting black miniskirt she wore teasingly showed off the curves of her hips and ass. The slit at the side offered Jack a bit more titillation; the skirt was still classy and Irene looked hot in it, but it had just enough of a taste of sluttishness to make Jack's precome ooze.

Jack's eyes wandered down Irene's body, taking in a full inventory of his sister's sexiness. Irene's slightly parted, well toned and black stockinged legs were shapely and tantalizing; the golden bracelet around her left ankle drew Jack's eye to the black stiletto shoes that sensually displayed the curve of her feet.

Jack walked up beside her and eased the palm of his hand against Irene's ass. She jumped with shock, dropping the t-shirt she was holding onto the table.

Irene turned to face Jack and sighed. "Oh, it's you..."

Before she could say anything more, Jack pressed his mouth against his sister's, darting his tongue into hers, inhaling the pleasing scent of her sweet perfume. He snaked his arms around her waist, his hands roaming along her ass, pulling up the hem of her skirt. In the mirror behind her, Jack caught a glimpse of stocking tops, garters and buttocks cleaved by an elegant black thong.

He pulled her closer until Irene's D-cup breasts pressed against his chest, his tongue flicking over hers. Even through the fabric of her silk blouse and her bra, Jack felt his sister's nipples stiffening.

Jack's cock bulged in his tight jeans as Irene ran her palm along his crotch. She moaned and kissed him deeply again, then pulled her lips away.

Irene giggled. "It seems like you're ready for tonight."

"Yeah."

"Just go on to my office while I close up. I'll be back in a minute and then we can drive out to the place I found."

"Okay."

Jack limped a little as he went to the back room, his stiff cock mildly impeding his progress.

He sat down at Irene's desk and stared at the pictures on the wall of sexy catalog models sporting different styles of silk slips. He stroked his cock through his jeans as he savored the beauty of the models.

"Don't look at those girls. Look at me!" Irene was back, standing at the doorway of her office, hands on her hips and a frown on her face.

"Sorry, Irene."

"That's not enough. Don't you still want me, lover?"

Before Jack replied, Irene strutted up to him and sat on his lap, throwing her arms around his neck. She kissed him full on the mouth and Jack slithered his tongue into his sister's mouth again.

"That felt good," Jack moaned.

"Don't worry, lover. It'll get even better soon." She playfully wiggled her ass against Jack's groin. "Don't get too carried away. You've got to save up a big load for my pussy, my hot, wet porn slut pussy."

Irene's hands wandered up his thigh and reached between her ass and his groin.

He kissed Irene again, but she pulled away from him and rose to her feet. "Not so fast, lover. We've got to get out to our place right away. I'm practically dripping already, and you don't want my pussy to get all dirty, do you? You like your porn slut sister to at least pretend to be clean, don't you? Nice and clean and fresh just for you."

Jack nodded silently and rose to his feet and watched Irene as she pulled out her purse from a desk drawer. Even when she was doing this mundane task, she looked so sexy. Jack's eyes burned with passion as he stared relentlessly at his sister.

At last, Irene was ready to leave. She turned out the lights in the office and Jack followed her out to the shop floor, where the lights had already been dimmed. They came to the front entrance, where Irene had left the sliding door just enough for them to pass through to the atrium outside.

Irene quickly shut the sliding door completely and locked it.

"We're good to go," she said, bounding ahead of Jack. Jack was happy to linger behind his sister, admiring the way her ass and hips swayed as she walked.

Jack looked around and noticed there were still some guys left in the mall, older guys with graying hair who'd been hanging out at the coffee shop. Jack glanced at them as they headed for the main exit. Jack saw that they all discretely sneaked glances at Irene as she slinked out of the mall. Knowing that his sister was so attractive to other men and knowing that soon his cock would be in her dripping delta again, made Jack almost insane with arousal and hardened his cock to the point of fracture.

Soon, they were in the parking lot and inside Irene's car and speeding down the highway leading to the business plaza outside of town where the hideaway was to be found.

Jack stared at Irene as she sat in the driver's seat of her car. The shoulder harness separated her large breasts, making them stand out against her blouse. The bucket seat seemed almost precisely molded to the contours of her shapely ass and legs. The golden brown upholstery and the brown paint on the car's interior complemented Irene's brown hair. Jack thought the car seemed to be built for Irene, and Irene built to order for the car.

As she drove, Jack pressed his palm against her leg. She opened her thighs for him and Jack slipped his hand between them, groping under the hemline of her skirt, his fingers probing within a heartbeat of her crotch.

Too aroused to drive, Irene pulled over to the curb of the highway. She threw her head back against the headrest of the seat and moaned while Jack's fingers passed under her thong and breached the fortress of her pussy. He slipped his middle finger inside her tight womanhood while his thumb rubbed her swollen and soaked clitoris again and again until her body writhed against the shoulder harness and she shrieked with pleasure, her face a wide-eyed mask of ecstatic agony.

When Irene's orgasm subsided, Jack pulled his hand out from Irene's skirt and lifted his fingers to Irene's mouth. She greedily licked her own juices from Jack's fingers, her voice reduced to a throaty purr.

Jack kissed Irene on the cheek and she started the car again. Her voice was husky and almost inaudible. "I can't wait to get there, lover. I can't wait for you to fuck the shit out of me at our new place."

*

The hideaway was a small vacant office space in a business plaza a few miles out of town.

Jack looked on admiringly as he stood by the door and watched Irene walking about the cozy space, her stiletto heels clicking sexily on the bare concrete floors. Irene spoke in a proud voice, as if she were a real estate agent showing off an appealing property.

"The place used to be the lunch area for a law firm, but it moved to another location and the guy who owns the building partitioned everything into smaller office spaces. I'm the first to lease it."

She pointed to a small alcove that branched out from the main room where Jack stood. "Over there's a little kitchenette. Beside that is the washroom with shower..."

"That'll come in handy."

Irene winked. "Yes it will. I was definitely thinking carefully when I chose this. And, of course, you're standing in what we could call the living room cum bedroom."

Jack smirked. "Living room cum bedroom? I like that!"

Jack looked around. At the center of the room were an easy chair, a table with a TV set and DVD player mounted on it and a mattress on the floor neatly covered with a carefully folded sheet.

Irene walked up beside Jack and kissed him on the cheek."You like?"

"It's wonderful."

"I'm glad."

"Where did you get the money for the DVD and the TV?"

Irene grinned. "That's what credit cards are for, lover. How did you think I paid for the place?"

"But Stu..."

"Do you think I'm stupid enough to have joint credit cards with him? There's so much of my financial life he'll never know about."

"Not to mention your sex life."

Irene laughed and kissed Jack again, this time on the mouth. "Don't get too smart or you might not get pussy from me again. Anyway, you may as well relax and enjoy the ride. I'll put on some music and get sexy."

Jack sat down on the chair as Irene went to the portable CD player. She tuned in a radio station that played smooth jazz and turned to face Jack. She placed her hands behind her head, pushed her chest forward and swayed her hips sensuously to the music, her legs wide apart.

Jack reached for his groin and Irene winked. She slithered up to him and stood between his legs and leaned forward. Jack breathed in the scent of her perfume as she brushed her blouse enshrouded bosom against his face and pressed her stockinged knee against his groin.

Jack reached up to unbutton her blouse, but Irene stepped away from him, walking to the wall where she spreadeagled herself. She turned around and slowly unbuttoned her blouse, leaving the tails hanging out. Then, with a seductive shake of her whole body which made Jack's heart leap, Irene let the garment fall to the floor altogether, revealing a floral patterned black silk bra that just barely contained her big tits.

Irene unhooked the bra with a clasp at the front and let it slip away so that it quickly joined the blouse on the floor. Now, Irene's proud tits stood revealed for Jack. She took her tits in hand and squeezed and played with them. She clasped both hands around her right tit and lifted it up and snaked her tongue over it, making the nipple stand on end.

By now, Jack had unzipped his fly and was slowly stroking his shaft.

Irene purred with pleasure. "Do you like the show your porn slut sister is putting on? You like it don't you? I know I love performing for you, getting your beautiful cock so hard. I love watching the come drip out of the head of your big, strong dick."

Jack's voice was barely a whisper. "I love watching you strip for me. I love watching you move."

Irene stood between his knees again. She leaned to him and pressed a finger against his lips. "Relax. Let me do the talking, okay lover?"

She turned her back to Jack and bent over, offering her ass to him. Jack ran his palm over her ass and his fingers found their way to the zipper. He undid the zipper and Irene stood up, letting the skirt sink to her ankles. She kicked it away and turned around, cupping her globes and licking her nipples again. She clasped her hands behind her head and Jack looked on, pleased with his sister's performance.

She stood before him topless, but still wearing her sexy thong, girdle, garters, stockings and heels. Irene tossed back her hair and spoke in a deep, sultry voice. "You love seeing me like this, don't you? You love seeing me in my slutty lingerie, showing off my tits and ass."

"I love it."

"You're gonna love this." Irene knelt down between Jack's knees and squeezed her tits around his stiff cock. Electric jolts of passion shot through Jack as his sister's tongue flicked over the head of his dick and streams of pre-come oozed from him and into her mouth.

Jack grabbed the back of Irene's head and pressed her face against his dick. Irene anticipated this and had her mouth open for her brother's thick shaft. Jack's cock stiffened to the point of rupture against the rough texture of Irene's tongue.

Irene took his cock to the back of her throat as Jack pressed her face ever more forcefully against his groin. She gagged and slurped as Jack's stiff cock surged in and out of her mouth. Jack bore down on himself, struggling to keep the full riptide of his seed from blasting down Irene's throat. He so much wanted to shoot inside her warm pussy.

Irene withdrew her mouth from Jack's cock and Jack pulled his hand away from the back of her head. Irene rose to her feet and peeled the thong from her hips, baring her pussy that was now framed by her girdle and garters. She ground her pussy into Jack's face, as his tongue lanced inside her, his fingers rubbing the thin landing strip of pubic hair over her pussy.

Jack inhaled the distinctive and heady scent of pussy and sweet perfume, which made Irene seem fresh and feral at the same time. He moaned as his tongue explored her pussy, tasting the freely flowing nectar of her impassioned womanhood.

Irene withdrew her pussy from Jack. "Do you want to fuck me now, lover?"

Jack moaned and pointed at his stiff cock that was trembling with arousal and swollen with precome.

Irene faced Jack and squatted over his groin and slowly lowered herself over his hardness, slowing easing her pussy over the tip of his cock. When the cock touched her pussy, she pulled back and undid his belt. Jack lifted his ass from the chair, enabling Irene to pull his jeans and briefs to the floor.

Jack grabbed Irene by the hips and pulled her down hard on his throbbing manhood.

He jammed his swollen cock hard into her, moaning as her tightness and warmth smothered his manhood. He thrust and thrust into her, panting like a wild animal. But Jack's grunts were quiet compared to Irene's wall-shaking wails and cries of passion.

"Fuck me, lover! Fuck me hard! Fuck! Fuck! Ahhh!"

Jack could stand the pressure in his come heavy, pussy squeezed cock no longer. With a primal grunt, he shot load after sticky load inside his insatiable sister's, greedy, grasping pussy.

Irene collapsed in Jack's arms and he held her tight against him. As Jack kissed her hard on the mouth and neck and breasts, he noticed that her frenzied panting was easing and her breath was becoming more even. He looked at her beautiful rouged face. Her eyes were tightly shut.

Irene had drifted off to sleep. In moments, Jack joined her.

*

Jack was awakened by a beeping. Was it a cellphone? He heard Irene's voice.

His eyes opened. The pressure on his body was gone. Irene was on her feet now and was talking on her cell phone. She was fully clothed again.

"Sorry Stu. I know it's eleven o'clock. I...I...was doing inventory and checking receipts from suppliers and I...guess I lost it and dozed off. I had a real long, hard day. You know what it's like sometimes. Yeah...look, honey, my pussy is all yours. You can fuck me all night. I'll do what you want, okay? I'm all yours. Look..."

Irene shrugged. "The prick hung up. Shit."

Jack looked at his watch and yawned. It was just after eleven. "We really did pass out. Jack sounded pissed."

Irene licked her lips as she watched Jack pull on his jeans. Jack thought she looked bored and not the least upset about staying so late or about her fiance's distress. "He won't be for long. A little pussy always makes him happy."

"He doesn't suspect..."

Irene wrapped her arm around Jack's waist. "Stu doesn't suspect anything. I've done this before."

"Come home late after he's returned from a trip?"

"I've done it a few times, Jack. Don't worry. I know some tricks that will win him over. He can't get enough of me."

Jack held Irene close to him and kissed her. "I can't get enough of you."

Irene pulled away. Her voice sounded subdued to Jack, almost sad. "I'm afraid it might be awhile before we can do this again."

"Don't I know it."

"Look, Jack, we didn't talk all that much in the time before I came to visit you this week. I...it might be better if we kept our contacts to a minimum. Don't phone me. Don't drop by at the shop, okay? I'll call you when I think I'll have some time to sneak out here."

"Okay."

They kissed and Jack held her tight against him. He didn't want to lose his sister and Irene had to struggle to escape the grip of his muscular arms.

"Jack, that felt so good. But...look, we'll get together again real soon. I'll figure out a way, okay?"

Jack nodded glumly. He knew his sister had no other choice, but it didn't make him any happier. After locking up the hideaway, Jack followed Irene back to her car. They sat in silence all the way back to town. Jack was too tired to talk and he noticed that Irene looked preoccupied. He wondered if she'd gotten herself into more trouble than she would admit.

Irene let Jack out at his parents' place. They didn't kiss. Irene waved at him and sped away.

As the bright red tail lights of her car faded into the night, Jack knew in spite of his fears that this wouldn't be the fadeout of his lust affair with Irene. Its time would come again, he knew, hopefully sooner than he would ever expect.

Jack's drowsy eyes flickered open and stayed open. There was that sweeping sound again; as if his bedroom door were opening and brushing against the carpet.

He glanced nervously around the room as he lay in his bed. Once again, as he had in the two months since he had last seen his sister Irene, he had left his computer on, the browser left open at a web page showing one of the many pictures of Irene's large bare breasts he had uploaded to an erotic networking site he liked to visit.

The eerie pale glow of the monitor filled his bedroom. It revealed to him a silhouette moving from the bedroom door and creeping slowly toward his bed. What the hell? Was this a burglar?

Jack's heart raced with fear and sweat broke out on his forehead as the silhouette drew nearer. Should he leap from the bed and confront the intruder? No, he would wait. See what the intruder did and then take action.

The silhouette passed in front of the monitor and the stranger immediately became familiar - very familiar.

Irene!

Jack's heart almost stopped with shock and he wanted to cry out as he watched his sister slip out of what seemed to be shorts and a tank top. Taking no time to tease, she unhooked her bra, stepped out of her thong and slipped into the bed beside him. Jack's elation grew as Irene pressed her shapely twenty-eight-year-old body against his nude and recumbent twenty-one-year-old form.

His hands roamed freely down Irene's waist and feverishly encompassed her ass as her hands reached for his groin. Instantly Jack's cock stiffened in his sister's sure and practiced clasp.

He wanted to moan, but her free hand covered his mouth.

A husky voice whispered in the darkness. "Relax, lover. I'm right here with you. Lie back and I'll take care of you..."

She straddled him, her knees firmly planted on either side of his hips. Her palms pressed down on Jack's bare, muscular chest as she slowly lowered herself over his erect manhood.

Jack raised his hips to meet her downward thrust and soon they movements met in a powerful rhythm. Bed springs creaked as their passion slipped the bonds of restraint. Jack's breathing quickened and he struggled to stay silent as his greedy hands squeezed Irene's bouncing D-cup breasts. He had to keep quiet. Dad was away on a business trip, but Mom was asleep just down the hall. What if she woke up? Why the hell was Irene doing this if she knew Mom was here...

The fear of discovery aroused Jack further and his passion grew as his eyes made out in the bedroom's half-darkness the outlines of Irene's stiff nipples.

Jack could hold back no longer. He thrust with ever growing force into his sister's moist yet clenching womanhood. His balls, ripe with seed, tightened under an almost unbearable weight and with a barely stifled grunt, he drained stream after stream of hot jizz inside Irene.

Irene collapsed on top of him and he kissed her hard again and again on her mouth.

They held each other tightly as Jack's withdrew from Irene and their passion cooled.

Jack shivered with pleasure as Irene gently caressed his face, wiping away the beads of sweat. She whispered in his ear, "I've got the night free tonight, lover. Stu's going out drinking with his friends. Meet me at the store at six, then we'll go to our hiding place, okay?" She kissed Jack again, this time on the mouth. She had more to say. Just hearing her voice made Jack's cock stiffen. "I love fucking you, lover. I'm marrying Stu in less than a year, but it's your cock I think about when he fucks me. It's your jizz I think of when he comes inside me. I can't get enough of your big, thick, beautiful cock, lover, and I can't wait until tonight when I can feel it deep inside me again. See you soon."

Jack moaned softly as Irene squeezed his cock and balls one last time and then rose from the bed. She pulled her clothing back on, and with a quick kiss on Jack's cheek, she drifted wraith-like from the room.

As the gray light of dawn glowed in the window, Jack eased back into the warm embrace of sleep.

It had all been a dream, hadn't it?

*

The memory of his early morning encounter with Irene haunted Jack even as he stacked shelves with handful after handful of tuna tins. Had Irene really sneaked into his room? Should he really visit her at the store at six? It must've been a dream.

"How you doing Jack?"

Jack spun on his heel and he saw Jen, his boss. Jen was in her fifties, yet Jack found her extremely attractive. She had long, slightly graying black hair and a slender, athletic build. Today, she was dressed slightly more provocatively than usual. She wore a white blouse and a blue denim wraparound miniskirt that accentuated the curves of her hips and her shapely bare legs.

Jack forced himself not to look at Jen's tempting body. He made eye contact with her and regretted it immediately. Her brown eyes burned with lust and stared relentlessly into his. He glanced away from her as she spoke.

"Jack, I need to see you."

She was trying to seduce him again. Jack wasn't in the mood, especially with what had been happening - or seemed to be happening - that morning with Irene. His voice was cold, dismissive. "You've already done two performance reviews on me in the past week and a half."

"Jack I need to see you."

"I've got shelves to stack."

Jen's voice grew icy, threatening. "I'm your boss Jack, and if I want to see you, you have no choice but to obey. Do you understand?"

Reluctantly, Jack set the tuna tins in their boxes and he followed Jen up the aisle toward her office at the rear of the store.

As much as he hated fighting off Jen's advances, Jack had to admit to himself that he enjoyed walking behind her. He thought Jen's rear view wasn't nearly as impressive as Irene's but it was good enough and as much as he tried to fight it, Jack grew hard in his tight jeans as he watched his boss's large, shapely ass sway as she walked.

Soon, they were inside the privacy of Jen's office.

"There are performance issues I have to discuss with you Jack. Or, should I say, lack of performance issues."

Jack could barely contain a smirk as Jen spoke. He hoped he didn't sound too sarcastic as he said, "What do you mean? I'm not stacking enough shelves? If you ever let me out of this damn office, I could stack shelves like you wouldn't believe."

"That's not the kind of performance I'm thinking of Jack. Let me demonstrate what I mean."

Jack couldn't believe his eyes as, with swift deft motions of her hands, Jen undid the buttons of her wraparound miniskirt. His cock pounded with arousal as the skirt slid down Jen's shapely legs and pooled on the floor about her ankles.

While Jack stared at his boss's legs, Jen was already unbuttoning her blouse. "This is the kind of performance I'm talking about Jack. Don't think I don't know. You used to fuck all the girls in here. You were always chasing pussy. Then you stopped. The girls are wondering about it. I'm wondering about it. What's wrong Jack? Aren't we good enough for you around here? Aren't I good enough for you?"

Now that Jen stood before him clad only in matching black bikini panties and lace bra, hands clasped behind her head and her right leg bent slightly at the knee, her impressive, voluptuous figure on stimulating display, Jack had to admit Jen was more than good enough.

Yet, in spite of her titillating display, Jack knew Jen still wasn't Irene. Of course, he couldn't dare say that to her. Instead Jack said, "You're fantastic."

"Then fuck me Jack."

"Come on..."

"That's what I want Jack. Come. In my mouth. On my tits. Come Jack. Come for me."

Before Jack could do anything to stop her, Jen was on her knees before him, undoing the fly of his jeans and snaking his manhood from inside his briefs. She flicked her tongue over the head of his swelling shaft, letting streamers of precome ooze onto her painted lips.

Jack tilted back his head and sighed. It felt so good...but it wasn't Irene. But sit back and let the movie roll just the same, he decided. It's so damn good. Just pretend it's Irene, picture it's Irene on her knees before you, he thought, as she tongued and fingered his erect manhood.

He ran his hands through her soft, silky dark hair and thrust into her mouth as she deep throated his shaft. He pushed harder and harder into her as his seed grew heavier in his sack.

Thinking of what he always did with Irene, he grabbed the back of Jen's head and thrust deep into her mouth so that his cock touched the back of her throat. He couldn't take the pressure anymore and with a moan, he blew his load. Jen gagged and slurped as Jack shot wad after wad of hot, sticky, salty man seed into her mouth.

She withdrew from him and rose to her feet. "You taste so good. So fucking good." She kissed him full on the mouth and Jack tasted his owns semen on her lips.

"Fuck me," she said.

"I don't have any rubbers with me."

"I'll get one out of my desk."

Jen strode across to her desk and Jack couldn't help licking his lips as he watched her panty-framed ass sway. Fuck, she looked good, he thought, and soon he would be fucking her. He wondered if her pussy would feel as good as Irene's.

While Jen rummaged through a desk drawer, Jack stripped off his shirt and took down his jeans and briefs. He pulled off his shoes and socks and stood nude before Jen, his cock already standing erect like a wand newly filled with magical lust.

By now, Jen had found a condom. She closed the drawer and peeled off her panties. Jack smiled at her as she slowly and teasingly unclasped her bra and let it sink to the floor. Her newly liberated tits jiggled as she walked back to Jack, their massive nipples standing like fruitful buds in bloom. Unlike Irene, she had a full delta of dark pubic hair and Jack could see her juices glistening on her bush.

Jen knelt down before him, unwrapped the condom and carefully stretched it over his shaft. Once it was in place, she rose and stood before him face to face. Jack grabbed her by the waist and held her tight as he kissed her on the mouth. She moaned and Jack could feel her relaxing in his embrace. She was all his.

Jack wrenched his mouth from hers and twisted her by the waist until her back was to him. He pressed his palm against her back, pushing her to her desk.

Jen took the cue and bent over her desk, her ass to Jack and her legs spread open. Just seeing his domineering boss in this submissive pose made the precome drip from his head into the condom's reservoir and he could barely hold back a moan.

Jack stood behind her and grabbed Jen by the hips as he drove his stiff condom-sheathed manhood inside her. Her pussy was drenched but still tight and barely yielded to Jack's aggressive thrusts. She was tight all right, Jack thought, but she didn't have the same muscular grip as Irene.

Jack's meditations were interrupted as Jen let out a shriek of pleasure. Reflexively, he slapped his hand over her mouth.

"Shhhh! You want us to get caught?" he hissed through clenched teeth. His anger with Jen made him ram into her even harder.

Jen laughed and moaned as Jack pushed into her again and again. There was no way she would keep quiet. Jack didn't care anymore. His cock was ready to fire and his knees were quaking with lust. He wouldn't last long.

Without knowing why, Jack found himself grabbing Jen's long hair and pulling it. Jen's head snapped back and she groaned with the pleasure of the pain.

That did it. Jack shot load after load into the condom. He half wished the jizz were really going inside her.

He pulled out of Jen abruptly, without waiting to soften. Instantly, Jen turned around and was on her knees before him, tearing the condom from his receding cock and letting his seed drip from it and onto her eager, greedily snaking tongue.

Her voice was barely more than a husky, lust-fogged whisper, "I love your taste, Jack! I love your taste!"

Seeing this, Jack's own ardor faded and transformed into nauseated revulsion. Why the hell had he given into Jen when he could see Irene tonight? Why?

Despite Jen's pleas for him to stay, Jack threw his clothes back on and fled the office.

He went to the washroom and soaked a handful of paper towels under one of the sink taps. He sneaked into a stall, pulled down his pants and mopped clean his cock as best he could.

Even after several minutes of this, he still felt dirty. Yet, the familiar stirrings were already returning.

Quitting time was only ninety minutes away and after that was...Irene!

*

Somehow, Jack made it to the end of the day. At the stroke of five, memories of his encounter with Jen expunged from his consciousness - at least for the time being, he was out the door. He jogged down the street, heading to the mall where Irene kept her store.

Jack's cock throbbed as he ran. It had been two aching and endless months since he had last fucked her and his hunger for his sister was almost unbearable. Even after his considerable loss of seed to that sexual vampire Jen, his sack still hung heavy with sperm eager to be released.

But his desire for Irene wasn't the only reason Jack ran. He didn't want anyone to see his bulging erection which he knew must be swelling the crotch of his jeans.

Soon, the office buildings and shops of downtown thinned out and increasingly, empty lots and stretches of open field surrounded Jack as he neared the town boundary. The mall now loomed on the horizon but Jack could barely see it through the film of sweat which dripped onto his eyes from his forehead.

"Hey! Where are you going?"

The voice, so sharp, yet so familiar, stopped Jack on the spot. He turned to see who was calling to him.

Irene.

He couldn't believe his eyes. She was standing beside her car which was parked at the curb. Her long, shapely, yet athletic legs were wide apart, beautifully accentuated by transparent plastic stiletto heeled shoes. Her arms were folded across her stomach, her full bosom enticingly outlined by a form-fitting, bright red tank top, her full midsection shown off by navy blue track shorts. Her long hair shone golden brown in the early evening sun.

Jack ran to her and hugged her, wrapping his arms around her waist, his eager hands reaching down her back and squeezing her ass through her shorts and thong as he smothered her with kisses.

"Why the hell did you come out here? You could've just waited at the store." Jack demanded, his voice shaky with lust and surprise.

"I didn't want anyone seeing us. I didn't like that audience of old lechers eyeballing me the last time you came to the store. It's more quiet here and this street is the only route to the mall. I knew I'd catch you here eventually so..."

Jack cut her off with a kiss full on her mouth. He probed his tongue inside her mouth until it met hers. They French kissed for bit, then Irene pulled back. "I'm so happy to see you Jack," she said.

"I'm happy to see you."

Irene nervously glanced around to make sure no one was watching. She then seductively clasped her hands behind her head with her legs apart, showing off her curvy figure. "You like the package?" she asked.

"Sure do. Those are the shorts and tank top you wore when you came to me this morning."

"That's right. They're exactly what I wore. You thought you were dreaming when you saw me, right?"

"Well..."

"I know you did. But it really did happen, Jack. I was really in your bedroom early this morning, just in time to work on your morning hardon. I knew you'd enjoy seeing me in this outfit. It's what I wear to the gym. Not the heels, of course, that's just to be slinky for tonight, but the shorts and the top. You know, I've been working out extra just for you. I'm glad you appreciate it. More than that damn Stu. He thinks I'm getting fat. I told him this morning if he wanted me to be a stick figure with tits he could see some other girl."

"That's telling him."

"I don't know how much longer I can put up with him. I like him less and less...Well, it was a helluva fight we had. I had to take a jog to burn off my anger and to get away from him. I knew you'd likely be in this morning and I still have a key for the house, so I thought I'd jog over and pay you a visit."

"Yeah, I was there all right and so was Mom. Why did you come when Mom was home?"

"Don't worry. She takes tranquilizers these days, you know."

"I didn't know."

"Well, now you know. She sleeps like a rock, too. Anyway, let's get to our place."

With that, Jack climbed into the car and Irene took her place at the steering wheel. In moments, they were racing down the street, Irene just barely keeping the car within the in-town speed limit.

*

They were back at the hideaway. Jack glanced around. There had been a few changes since he last saw it two months ago. A sheet had been smoothed over the mattress. Beside the mattress was what seemed to be a small portable chest of drawers on casters. In the kitchenette, there was a small icebox that hadn't been there previously. Jack saw two plates covered in plastic wrapped; one seemed to be piled high with fruit, the other with vegetables. Seemed like Irene had a small dinner in mind.

"Honey, we're home!" Irene cried, planting a kiss on Jack's cheek. "Would you help me slip into something more comfortable?"

"Sure. What do you have in mind?"

"Follow me."

Irene led him to the chest of drawers. She leaned down and pulled out a filmy floral sun dress.

"I need some help putting this on," Irene said, winking. She stretched her arms in the air, her large breasts straining against the tank top.

Jack took the not too veiled hint and stepped before Irene. He slowly pulled the tank top over her head, revealing her floral patterned red bra. He reached for the hook between the bra cups, but Irene pushed his hands away.

"Not yet, silly. Why don't you help me with the shorts next?"

Wordlessly, Jack wrapped his arms around Irene's midriff, working his hands under the waistband of her shorts, slowly pulling them down from her hips, until they dropped to the floor.

Now she stood before him in her matching red bra and thong, her sexy, beautifully shaped legs heightened by the stiletto heels.

Jack stared at Irene, transfixed by her beauty and her incredibly well maintained body.

Irene giggled. "You've seen enough for now, hon. Be a gentleman and help me with the sun dress."

Jack picked up the sun dress from the floor and reluctantly slipped it over Irene's head. It fell into place over her body, but the material was so filmy that Jack could clearly make out her bra and thong threw it all the same.

"You want to tease the fuck out of me, don't you?" Jack said with a smile.

Irene smiled back. "No. I just want to feed you. You look awfully hungry. Come with me to the kitchenette. Let's have something to eat."

Jack followed her back to the kitchenette.

Jack watched as Irene knelt to open the ice box. Her ass was barely concealed by the dress's sheer fabric and Jack got hard watching her as she removed a plastic tray and placed it on the counter next to the fruits and vegetables.

Jack walked up beside Irene and put his arm around her waist as she opened the container. His voice trembled with arousal as he spoke. "What's in there? Looks like sushi."

"That's because it is."

Jack's tongue probed deep inside his sister Irene's mouth as his hands wandered over her wide hips to her curvaceous yet toned ass. He squeezed her fleshy buttocks in his fingers, massaging them like dough. He dug his fingernails into her ass skin, sending shivers down her body and making his twenty-eight-year-old sister gasp and moan as their lips and tongues locked.

He drew away from her and stared into Irene's brown eyes. She smiled and tilted her head back and let her long brown hair cascade about her shoulders as she fell to her knees before him.

Jack thought he was wearing jeans, but in some manner of dream editing he didn't understand, they somehow disappeared and Irene knelt before his stiff cock, pumping it with her tightly clenched fist.

Jack groaned as the pressure grew in his cock and balls. He closed his eyes while his sister's hot tongue snaked over the head of his shaft. He sighed as his cock slipped into her mouth and was warmed by her breath and by turns comforted and provoked by her moist, but rough tongue.

This was it. He couldn't hold back. Not so fast Irene, not so fast, Jack thought. Slow down, you porn whore. I know you're my sister, but you're a porn whore too and you love my cock, love it too much, but slow down, dammit. Slow down, slut. Slow down I don't want to come just yet. But you feel so good. You love blowjobs don't you? You love blowing your brother. Fuck. Fuck. I..I..I don't want to jizz yet. I...I...ahhh....

With a loud moan, Jack fell awake, his groin burning with lust. He was lying alone. All the same, he stretched his arm across his bed to make sure he was alone.

He was alone all right. No Irene for him this morning. No Irene to hug and cuddle and tease and suck and pinch and thrust into and jizz on. No Irene to stare at, to play in the shower with, to watch undress and dance before him, to masturbate him and dominate him and submit to him.

No Irene at all. Just an unbearably hot dream and tantalizing memories and a proudly stiff cock that would always stand in salute to Irene, to her insatiable lust, her voluptuous body, her incredible demands, her delicious surrender.

Reluctantly, Jack arose from his bed. Saturday and he still had to work. Whatever. Get through it and get home and start jerking again to those memories made tangible with the pairs of Irene's thong panties he had saved, the lubricious pictures of her he had posted online.

As he pulled a pair of jockey briefs over his stiff manhood, he paused. Was that a moan? Funny how it sounded the same as Irene's moan in the dream. Where was it coming from? Who was making it?

The moaning, punctuated by gasps and deep, almost bestial grunts seemed to be from close by.

Was someone watching a porno?

Jack glanced at his bedside clock. Just before eight in the morning. Mom had a motivational seminar that she always went to on Saturday mornings with some of her friends from the real estate office. Dad was still out of town on a business trip. Who could be watching a porno, then?

Jack went to the door, opening it just enough to see what was going on in the hall.

The moaning was loud now. Jack leaned out and turned to the bathroom at the end of the hall.

The bathroom door was ajar. His mother was in the washroom, standing before the mirror, her long and curvy legs wide apart, her back turned to him. She was wearing only pink bikini panties and a matching bra that tastefully brought out the tempting curves of her mature yet still fit figure.

Her arms were folded around the front of her body. Her pretty face framed by her short-cropped curly black hair was reflected in the mirror. Her eyes were tightly shut and her face was masked in a strange frown that reminded Jack of the look of almost unendurable ecstasy that appeared on Irene's face when she had an orgasm with him.

Mom's shoulders rose and fell and her full D cup breasts quivered with the irregular rhythms of her sharp gasps and throaty moans. Jack was reminded of Irene's D cup breasts and how teasingly they shook as she walked, or when he was making ardent love to her.

As the image burned into his fevered and aroused mind, the truth slammed home to Jack with all the force of a hard blow to the solar plexus.

Mom was masturbating!

Jack closed the door as quietly as he could. Mom seemed so carried away with herself that he hoped she probably hadn't noticed him.

Jack leaned against the door, struggling to hear more sounds.

Mom was sighing now and mumbling to herself. I..I...fuck...I

What was she saying?

Jack's heart stopped and his cock stiffened just a bit more when he heard Mom cry out something he almost couldn't believe: Right there, Irene, right there! That feels so good, so fucking good with your tongue there! Taste me Irene! Taste me! I love coming...

Her voice broke down in shuddering gasps and soon silence enveloped the house.

Jack's stiff cock throbbed to the ferocious pounding of his racing heart, but he dared not touch himself. He didn't want to make any sounds in case Mom figured out he could hear what was happening.

He heard footsteps in the hall, then Mom's voice talking on the phone. "Hi, Helen, it's me, Shelley. I'm so sorry. I slept in today. Running late. You start the meeting and I'll be there for ten, okay? Right. See you there."

More footsteps, then the shower ran for a few minutes. Afterward, Mom padded back to the bedroom and shortly after, went downstairs. Soon, Jack could hear her starting her car and leaving for the meeting.

He lay down on the bed, his cock bulging through the strained fabric of his undershorts, thinking about what he'd heard. He wanted to touch himself, bring himself to orgasm, but he couldn't believe what he'd heard and seen.

Mom masturbating out in the open and fantasizing about Irene. She must have known Jack would've discovered her. Did she want Jack to hear her? If so, why?

Jack knew Mom was attractive. She was always joking about guys at work flirting with her. Many a time had he walked down the street with her while she'd been dressed in the short skirt and jacket outfits she wore at the office and he could see men passing by, their eyes lingering over his mother, sizing up her fit fifty-four year old body and her youthful good looks and the teasing way she dressed, and liking and clearly lusting after what they saw.

Yet, she was still his Mom, the woman who had given him his life. Lusting after her was very different from sleeping with Irene. In spite of her good looks, Jack had never desired his Mom in the way he had lusted after Irene. Even after today's events, he couldn't admit that he was turned on by her.

Jack thought maybe if he thought of Mom by her name, this would make her more distant, more like any other woman he saw on the street or saw a picture or video of on the Internet. Yes, if he did that, he could stroke to her.

He closed his eyes and thought of how Mom, well, Shelley, looked this morning and pictured her straddling him on his bed just as Irene would've done, lowering herself, teasing her soaking womanhood against his stiff twenty-one-year-old prick.

Come on, Shelley. Ride me. Ride my cock. Fuck me! Fuck me!

Automatically, Jack lifted his pelvis off the bed, thrusting his cock savagely at empty air. After a few thrusts, without his even having to touch it, his cock exploded in massive thunderbolts of jism, flooding his shorts and transforming them into a sticky mass.

After his orgasm subsided and his body had stilled, Jack glanced at the beside clock.

Eight-forty-five.

Reality crashed through the haze of his lust and Jack threw himself from the bed and ran to the door to the shower.

Time to get to work. He had to be at the store in an hour.

*

The shift droned by and somehow, Jack endured it. Jen wasn't in that day, so he was left alone to stock shelves and do inventory, all the while, his mind wandering back to what had happened with Mom that morning. He couldn't forget about seeing her before the mirror in her panties and bra, her sexy, muscular yet voluptuous legs proudly apart, her nimble fingers pleasuring herself.

At last, six o'clock dragged around and Jack was free to leave.

He was walking alone a side street when he heard a car horn honk.

He looked up and saw Irene driving up beside him. She motioned for him to get in her car and Jack did.

Once Jack was seated beside her, Irene spoke in a voice that sounded breathless and excited to Jack's ears. "Stu's out drinking with his friends tonight. I've got a few hours free. Let's go to our place."

Jack nodded assent and in silence, they rode out to the business plaza on the highway outside of town. So another encounter is under way, Jack thought as he rested his palm on Irene's stockinged thigh. Just like the last time they met and just like the last time, she didn't resist. In fact, she opened her thighs slightly and Jack took the cue to let his hand slip under the hem of her skirt and up to the crotch of her panties.

His forefinger probed Irene's pussy. Already his sister was wet in anticipation of their new encounter. Yes, a new encounter, Jack thought. Another collision of our bodies and fluids and fantasies. Yet, we can't even say a word to each other in conversation. I'm wondering about what's happening with Mom, but I can't dare say a word to her about it...

As Irene's breathing hastened to his touch, Jack stroked his finger rhythmically against Irene's panty-enclosed pussy. She tilted her head back against the headrest of the seat and moaned as she drove. Best not to make her come, Jack thought, best just to keep her stimulated and hot until they got to their hideaway.

At last, the car arrived at the mall and Irene parked it. Jack got out of the car and obediently followed Irene into their secret hideaway of lust.

Once the door was closed behind them, Jack gathered Irene into his arms and kissed her hard on the mouth again and again. They collapsed together to the floor, Jack on top and pressing his full weight and all his strength on Irene, keeping her pinned to the floor as he kissed her.

"Take me, lover! Take me!" Irene hissed through clenched teeth as Jack pulled himself up enough to start unbuttoning Irene's cream colored silk blouse and unclasping her pink silk bra.

Pink. All at once, memories of his mother from the morning came crashing through again with almost violent force and Jack's heart raced, his cock stiffened even more and his whole body shuddered.

Thinking Jack's sudden arousal was for her, Irene giggled and shook her upper body so that her large breasts quivered. If only she knew why I'm so turned on, Jack thought as he sucked on each lust-stiffened nipple until Irene cried out with pleasure. But Irene's cries only reminded Jack of Mom and his hands quaked uncontrollably as he struggled to unzip Irene's miniskirt.

"Come on, lover, let me help you," Irene whispered throatily as she rose to her feet and undid her skirt for him.

After the skirt fell to her ankles, Jack saw she wasn't wearing a thong as she normally would have. Instead, she wore pink bikini panties with a delicately feminine floral design. Different from Mom's, but the similar color almost incapacitated Jack with arousal.

His head spun and he sank to his knees, pulling Irene's panties slowly past her hips and thighs and down to her ankles. He nestled his head against his sister's groin, tasting the musky juices of Irene's womanhood, all the while wondering what his Mom's own juices would taste like.

Irene pressed Jack's head against herself, moaning and sighing with the pleasure of orgasmic relief. "Oh, that feels so good, lover. It feels so good. Taste me there. Taste me there. I love your tongue there. Don't stop. Don't ever stop. I love it. I love it..."

Jack didn't want to stop. His tongue probed deep in the folds of Irene's pussy, little streamers of her come clinging to his tongue, his mouth, his chin. She tasted so salty and warm. Jack couldn't stop. He wasn't thinking of Mom now. The intrusive vision had subsided. He was thinking of Irene now, and only Irene, the true lust of his life. How musky she tasted, the sweetness of her aroma, her perfume, her sweat, her womanhood, her juices. It was all hers and not Mom's.

As wave after wave of pleasure rippled through Irene's shapely body, Jack's hands squeezed Irene's ass and just for once, he tried something a little different. His fingers probed ever so gently into her ass crack and teased ever so carefully the outer edges of his sister's puckered rectum.

Irene gasped and squealed and she ground her crotch hard against Jack as a new wave of fulfillment crashed over her.

Irene collapsed to her knees, warm with satiety and Jack leaned over her and kissed her on the mouth. Irene took his fingers in her mouth and carefully licked them dry.

Jack laughed, "You know where my fingers have just been."

"I know. And you know I'm a dirty porn whore. I'll do anything for you. "

They kissed and Irene reclined on the floor. Jack unzipped his jeans and pulled them off along with his underpants. Seeing her chance, Irene rose up until her head was at Jack's groin and she took his stiff prick in her hungry mouth.

Jack shuddered as her tongue cushioned and licked his shaft and wrapped itself around his cock head. He clasped his hands hard behind her head and pushed her face into his groin, making her gasp. He held her tight against his groin until she started to cough, then he pulled her head back, pulling hard on her long hair.

Just as she caught her breath, he grabbed the back of her head and repeated the process again and again until his cock was ready to explode. Finally, he held her tight against his groin and he unleashed spasm after spasm of sticky, creamy white jizz down his sister's willing throat.

When he was through, he lay down beside her, letting Irene play with his cock until it was hard again and she straddled him, taking him from on top. He thrust faster and faster into her, grabbing and pinching her swaying tits as she moaned and cried and grunted.

Irene's voice was thick, almost slurred, with passion. "Come on, lover, fuck me. Fuck me. I love your stiff cock. It feels so good inside my soaking wet pussy. Fuck me. Fuck me like a whore. It's what you want. I know it You love fucking your porn whore sister. Fuck me. Fuck me!"

Hearing Irene's candid erotic talk aroused Jack and reminded him again of Mom. He couldn't help it. He closed his eyes and pictured his Mom riding his cock and he immediately thrust harder into his sister as if he were a living piston, pounding Irene harder and harder so that she grunted and moaned like an animal as her breasts shook and her body rocked up and down.

Soon, Irene could speak no more as she was overwhelmed by gasps and loud moans. Finally, she came in a shuddering climax and Jack released control, firing round after round of hot seed from his primed manhood. He tried to concentrate on how his seed was shooting into his sister, but he kept seeing himself climaxing inside his mother.

Exhausted, Irene fell to Jack's side and they embraced as their breathing eased and the heat of their lust subsided.

*

Afterward, they showered together and then they relaxed on the sofa, Jack in his undershorts and Irene bare breasted and in her panties. She stroked his cock though his shorts as she rested her head on his shoulder.

Her voice was soft and loving. "You really needed that, didn't you?"

"It's been a while."

Irene laughed. "It's been a while for me too, but I don't seem to be as horny as you. I haven't been fucked that hard in a long, long time."

Jack knew if he was hornier than normal, it was entirely because of seeing Mom. But he didn't want to admit that, not even to Irene. Instead he said, "My boss makes me horny as hell."

"You mean Jen?"

"She's pretty attractive. Very good figure for a lady her age."

He told her all about Jen's advances on him. But he didn't say anything about their ill-fated sexual encounter.

Irene nodded knowingly. "I hear she's a pretty horny lady and she hasn't been loyal to her husband in years. Doesn't surprise me you'd be a target for her. But you know, I said you should find a girlfriend, not screw around on somebody's wife. I think it's better you get out of there."

"I know, but the economy's so slow. There's no work around town anymore. I need to work somewhere. I need the money..."

"I understand. But you can't stay there. You'll get into trouble and eventually she'll find some reason to fire you. I'll tell you what. Let me look around. The guy that owns this mall is always looking for help. People to help with maintenance and groundskeeping and other things. I'll talk to him and see if he's looking for anyone right now."

"Why would he hiring when no one else is?"

Irene winked. "I have my ways of persuading. And besides, it never hurts to ask."

Irene's cell phone beeped and Irene reluctantly answered it. It was Stu, her fiance. She spoke to him briefly and curtly and quickly let him go.

"Shit, he's home already and he's crying for me. We've got to get back. I'm so sorry. Look, I'll drop you off in town and I'll get back to you somehow about a job."

Somehow. Jack wondered how he would ever hear from Irene again, but he knew his sister was enterprising and that their time would come around again for yet another encounter.

As he pulled on his pants and readied himself to return to the world, his cock was already stiffening in anticipation of their next lustful coupling.

Jack awoke with a start. Someone was knocking on his bedroom door.

"Jack, you awake?"

It was Mom. Or Shelley.

Dammit. He'd have to get dressed.

"Yeah, Mom. I..."

She must have heard him moving about in the bed. "Don't worry, Jack. Just pull the covers up tight. I won't see anything."

Jack settled back on the bed, pulling the comforter around his neck. What did she want? he wondered as he glanced down at himself. Everything covered except for...shit.

A noticeable bulge protruded from the comforter about midway down its length.

Before he could do anything about it, Mom opened the door and poked her head inside.

Jack's groin throbbed. Mom looked so beautiful. Her short cropped, curly black hair had been freshly styled at the salon. She wore silver hoop earrings and her perfectly glossed lips were wide with a bright smile that showed off her brilliant teeth.

"Hi Jack. Sorry to disturb you, I know you were sleeping, but there's a favor I want you to do..."

Jack couldn't take his eyes off his beautiful Mom as she slinked through the door. His twenty-one-year-old prick stiffened while he looked at her sensually clothed form. She wore conservative and tasteful, yet sensual black slacks that at once concealed and revealed the teasing curves of her trim and very fit fifty-four-year-old figure. Black stiletto-heeled shoes proudly displayed the curves of her exquisitely tapered bare feet and her bountiful, D cup breasts almost burst from the rigid confines of her tightly buttoned black suit jacket.

Jack looked at her eyes. They seemed to be looking squarely at the bulge in the comforter. Damn, or maybe...

"What's up?" Jack asked, regretting immediately what he said.

Shelley smiled as she spoke, her eyes darting between the bulge and Jack. "The bathroom sink is backed up. Be a real dear and go down to the basement, get some of Dad's tools and try to fix it. I think you just need to clear out that U pipe under the sink."

"Okay."

Jack shivered with pleasure. His hardon throbbed as she sexily cooed, "Sorry to give you such a lousy chore on your day off, but it's got to be done. I know you're good with your hands, so it shouldn't be a problem."

Jack couldn't believe what he'd heard. Good with his hands? Was he dreaming?

She strode across to him and leaned over his bed. He shivered as she placed the palm of her hand on the comforter, touching his hip just inches from his erect cock.

"Okay, Mom," he whispered as he struggled not to stare down the front of Mom's jacket. She didn't seem to be wearing a blouse under it. Was she even wearing a bra? He wanted desperately to look, but didn't dare.

"I've got some clients to meet this morning. I'll be back late this afternoon. Love you, sweetie," she said. His cheek tingled as her lips brushed against it, leaving behind the faintest trace of a kiss.

Before he could do more, she slipped out of the room, closing the door behind her. He heard her walk down the hall. A door clicked shut. Water ran, the toilet flushed. More footsteps padding along the hall and down the stairs.

Once he heard her car pull out of the drive, Jack leaped from his bed and opened the bottom drawer of his dresser. Underneath some old shirts and sweaters, he found one of his sister Irene's thongs he had secreted there.

Reclining on his bed, he draped the thong, now stiff with the dried fruits of numerous ejaculations, over his eager prick and he clasped his fist around his swelling manhood.

When he blew his load, he struggled to think of Irene, but instead, he pictured shooting a heavy, sticky wad over Mom's face and Mom scooping the wads with her fingers and dripping them into her gaping, greedily swallowing mouth.

*

The first thing that caught Jack's eye when he got to the washroom were the black silk panties coiled on the spotless tile floor.

Strange, he thought. Mom never left her undies carelessly lying around like that. But, what a lucky mistake!

Unless, she wanted him to find them like this.

His curiosity and his member aroused, he set the toolbox under the sink and took the panties in hand. The material felt soft as he rubbed the undergarment with his fingers. Yes, the crotch was sticky and damp. He raised it to his nose. The distinctive odor of come and pussy greeted him.

His mom's own come. Amazing! Had she been masturbating or, had that little chat in his bedroom before she left turned her on this much?

His cock stiffened in his pants. This was no time to be messing around with a sink pipe! No time at all.

He hurried to his bedroom, unbuckled his jeans and let them drop to the floor. His cock bulged against his briefs as he draped the panties over his face and breathed deeply their heady aroma. He remembered the caress of Mom's hand on his hip, almost touching his stiff cock. He pictured her hand pulling aside the comforter, exposing his swelling manhood, a smile crossing her face while her busy, firm hand gripped his shaft, pumping it, squeezing it...

A massive eruption of semen spurted from his member and soaked his shorts.

Shaking, almost gasping for air, he pulled the panties from his face, ripped down his shorts and wrapped the panties around his cock, soaking them in his sticky seed.

Once he had settled down, he draped the panties over the back of his chair, slipped on a clean pair of undershorts from his dresser, pulled on his jeans and returned to the washroom.

Clearing the drain was a bit more of a chore than Mom let on. Tangled coils of hair, a plastic safety cover from a disposable razor and several congealed clots of bar soap made for difficult and smelly scraping.

He was resealing the pipe and about to pack up the tools when he heard a car pull into the driveway.

He peeked through the curtain.

Irene.

What was his sister doing here? It had been weeks since he had last seen her and she had said she would call if she were to meet him again. Yet, after all this time, here she was!

He went down the stairs and met her at the door.

As usual, she was alluring. Even though it was Saturday, she was dressed in one of her trademark business slut outfits. She wore a tight, hip hugging powder blue miniskirt that brazenly exposed her thighs and a low cut white blouse. A black silk collar adorned her neck. Black stockings enticingly set off her long, curvaceous legs. Her chestnut brown hair cascaded about her shoulders.

She smiled and without a word threw her arms around Jack, who wasted no time smothering her with kisses. His eager hands roamed her D cup breasts and then squeezed and kneaded the generous globes of her ass. All the while he breathed deep her heady aroma of sweet perfume. He even detected a faint hint of cigarette smoke and stale beer. Had she been making out again with that guy who owned the building where they kept their hideaway?

He didn't ask and didn't care. All he knew was that his cock was throbbing. He took a hand from Irene's ass to guide her hand to his groin. She eagerly stroked his erection through his jeans while she muttered in his ear, her voice husky with lust, "I need you, Jack. I want you. I want you to fuck me. I need it so bad. It's been so long. Too long. Fuck me. Take me to your room and fuck me now..."

As much as he hated to, he held Irene away from him and guided her to the stairway. He tagged along behind her as she blithely ran up the stairs, transfixed by the bobbing and swaying of her perfectly rounded bubble butt and by the glimpses of her frilly stocking tops through the daringly high slit in the back of her skirt.

Soon enough, she was with him in his bedroom, standing ramrod straight before him, arms held high over her head, trembling, her breath coming in short gasps. She was still talking, half in a whisper, urging in a throaty voice, "I'm yours, Jack. All yours. Do what you want with me. Anything that turns you on turns me on. Do it to me. I don't care. Use me. Do anything. Anything..."

Jack had never seen Irene so aroused, so submissive. He didn't know why this was happening. He was simply grateful his sister was so compliant with his desires, so eager to satisfy him.

He slowly unbuttoned her blouse, easing its tails from inside the waist of her skirt. He set it down on the chair and then let his hands probe over her breasts and abdomen. She shivered as his fingers caressed her pelvis and then found their way to the small of her back. She tilted back her head and sighed, her hair falling down and brushing against his hands.

He unsnapped her bra, letting it fall away and freeing her glorious, all natural milk bags. He nestled his head between them, moaning as he flicked his tongue over her cleavage, teasing her huge nipples until they stiffened into titanic nozzles of lust.

Next, Jack turned his attention to his sister's miniskirt. He moved his hands over it, squeezing her ass through its fabric until he could feel her thong straps yield. He reached for the zipper at the rear and undid it until the skirt pooled around her ankles, exposing the whisper thin thong that barely covered her clean shaven pubic mound.

He eased the thong down her legs and buried his face in the sticky, musky crevice of her womanhood. His tongue probed inside her, tasting her woman meat, its saltiness and tang. Her thighs clamped around his head as he pleasured her. He felt her body ripple, heard her moan and grunt with feral passion.

At last, a massive onslaught of woman juice flowed from her and covered Jack's face as she was seized with a powerful orgasm. She shuddered one last time and with a squeal, she collapsed in a heap on his bed.

Jack looked down at his sister curled up beneath him, nude except for her stockings and stiletto heels. He knelt down at the edge of the bed and eased off her shoes and took one foot in hand, caressing it and licking it through the stocking.

He stood up and eased off his pants and shorts and threw off his t-shirt. His stiff prick sprung to attention and Irene clasped it between her stockinged feet, massaging it and pumping it.

Jack gasped and shuddered as the weight of his seed surged to his manhood. With a conscious effort of will, he kept himself from coming. "Not yet, baby, not yet!" he moaned through clenched teeth.

He caught his breath and looked down at Irene, her legs spread, her arms stretched back, hands clasping the headboard of his bed, her hair sprayed over his pillow, her large breasts surging and receding with her urgent breaths. Seeing her enticing, voluptuous yet fit twenty-eight-year-old body arrayed like that before him, his for the taking, filled him with great satisfaction...and gave him an idea.

Hungry and eager with lust, he uncoiled the stockings from her legs and leaned over the bed.

"What are you doing?" Irene asked, smiling.

"That's for me to know and you to find out."

Jack sensed Irene knew what he was about to do and she was just being coy. Without another word, he went to work on his task.

He wound each stocking around her wrists, tying them tight. He stretched the stockings to the headboard and then tied the other ends there so that her arms were restrained.

Standing up, he caught a glimpse of Irene's thong on the floor. He picked it up, feeling the stickiness of her juices in the crotch. Sensing what he was about to do, Irene said, "I'm your slave Jack. I'm yours, lover. All yours. All..."

Before she could let out another word, he shoved the thong into her mouth, gagging her.

Jack smiled. "You stay right there, baby. I'll be right back."

He ran to the washroom where he'd left the toolbox. He opened it and found a roll of electrician's tape. He grabbed it and hurried back to his bedroom.

He found Irene just as he left her. She hadn't even spat out the thong gag. Happy, he tore of a piece of tape and placed it over the thong, covering her mouth.

By now, his prick was unbearably stiff and he couldn't hold himself back. He got onto the bed and positioned himself over Irene as if he were about to do a push up and lowered himself over her, driving his prick into his sister's tight, clenching, well practiced pussy.

He looked straight into her wide almond brown eyes as he thrust into her again and again, lancing her pussy, savoring her tight, warm, soaking grip.

At last he exploded inside her, spilling his seed deep inside her, his back and his groin thrusting with abandon.

Spent, he collapsed on top of her and held her tight in his arms.

*

Later on, Jack undid Irene's bonds and gag. He held her in his arms as she kissed him over and over again.

Her voice trembled and sounded tired, yet happy. "Oh, Jack, you feel so good. I needed that so bad, I needed to fuck so bad."

Jack played with one of her still stiff nipples while he spoke. "You were so horny, even for you."

"Well, I was a dirty girl today."

"Aren't you always a dirty girl, my porn slut?"

"I was really bad, Jack. Really bad."

"What happened?"

Irene sat up on the bed and Jack put his arm around her. "You know how there's always those old guys that hang out in the mall where my store is? Well, there's been this one guy who for the last few days has been sitting on the bench in the concourse outside my store. He just sits there and stares at me."

Jack frowned. "Did you call security?"

"No...I let him look. He's harmless, says nothing, just looks at me. And this is the dirty part. I like it. A lot. Today, I even put on this outfit, the blouse and the short skirt, just for him. I knew he'd like it and he did."

Jack sounded curious. "How do you know?"

"I could see him touching himself, rubbing his groin. He didn't take his dick out or anything, but he was very carefully touching himself, not being too obvious about it and he only did it when nobody was around, which was a lot of the time. That's the problem with the mall these days. Hardly anybody goes there, even on Saturday. Ever since the dashboard factory closed and the foundry laid people off and everything else that's gone bad in this town, nobody does much shopping. I've given Kim, my assistant the last few days off because there's so little to do. Sometimes I wonder how much longer I can keep the place open..."