I can see the side of Ann’s face when she turns her head and there’s a curious expression. She’s watching her daughter commit this unholy sex act between siblings, who act like lovers. She’s aroused, but hates that she’s aroused, which I had suspected earlier when checking her vagina. The bewildered look on Ann’s face is proof of her conflicted nature.
It’s more than just a mother watching. Lia spits the erection out and holds it towards Ann’s face, who reluctantly accepts it into her mouth, which makes the mother and daughter work in tandem. Ann engulfs her son’s penis along with her daughter’s saliva. I can only imagine what she feels at this moment, being a proud mother while letting her son and daughter watch as she gives oral sex. What must the son feel being served by a mother?
The view is partial but I can see Ann’s lips wrapped around the hard shaft. The cock disappears into her mouth and towards her throat. Her lips are tight and her cheeks hollow. She’s putting a lot of effort into this. It’s enough to make Chris tilt his head back and moan while enjoying this savory pleasure from a dutiful mother.
Ann forms the same rhythm as her daughter. Back and forth. Back and forth. I wonder if she’s copying her daughter’s technique or if it’s a family trait. After she’s sucked enough, she spits the cock out, letting saliva drip, and she hands it back to her daughter. They swap saliva on a son’s penis. The women don’t seem to mind tasting each other. There’s a level of enjoyment here, even from the mom. And they also want to make Chris cum as fast as possible. I’m sure they realize how risky this is.
Having seen enough — or maybe not wanting to get caught spying — I turn away. When I see a nurse coming down the hall, I guide her in a different direction to preserve the family’s privacy. But the nurse has a little smirk on her face, indicating that she knows what’s happening inside.
The family leaves the exam room a few minutes later. They each have a different look on their face. Chris looks exhausted but he’s able to walk smoother. The mom/daughter ‘treatment’ worked. Lia suppresses a mischievous grin that wants to come out, as if blowing her sibling alongside their mother is the pinnacle of her young sexuality.
But it’s Ann who looks perplexed and her mouth is freshly washed using the sink in the exam room. Her jaw moves side-to-side and she licks her lips, as if wanting to get rid of a certain taste. She must have been the one who swallowed. For a righteous woman like her, it must be torture having the taste of her son’s cum lingering in her mouth. But then again, it’s difficult figuring her out.
I speak with the family before discharging the son, explaining that everything will be fine tomorrow and the symptoms will fade. They thank me. We shake hands.
Chris and Lia walk through the lobby. I stop their mother for a private word. She’s a human contradiction, uneasy body language, a face that wants to frown, but eyes that sparkle with titillation. She hates that she sucked off her son alongside Lia, but feels so alive for having done it. Human sexuality is complex.
“Earlier I mentioned that you were a good mother. I meant that. You have nothing to be ashamed of because you’re doing your best.”
“I’m assuming you watched,” she says.
“Yes, I saw what happened. If you ever want to talk, I’m here for you.”
She keeps a straight face. “Thank you for everything. When you get the results from the lab, let me know. And you’re right. I shouldn’t be ashamed.”
When the family leaves, I watch them walking away, thinking about the stain in Ann’s panties that’s still there, the leaking cum in her vagina, and the strong aroma of ejaculation in her breath. I’m left with more questions than answers, wondering how she’s going to process these clashing emotions.
The End