She made me my hidden desire – Part 3

That first night together will forever remain as one of the most incredible experiences of my entire life. Maybe it was made even more so, because Mila and I hadn’t actually done anything aside from watching one another masturbate. A truth we never let on, or made any attempt to explain to mom. After all, what would be the point of it now? The idea, or assumption that we had been, had been enough to convince our mother to “come clean” as it were.

To finally express the emotions, desires and feelings she had been harboring for years, and had never acted on allowed her to become something more. Something better. Mom’s overall demeanor had changed, though so had mine as well as Mila. Mom was far less stressed for one thing, far happier certainly. The mind games that Mila and I had played with one another seemed stupid and pointless now too.

The intimacy we had all shared now seemed to wash away the secret, unspoken of thoughts, actions and feelings we’d all struggled with over time. We thought the changes were subtle, maybe for us they had been. But others, like Sophia saw the differences and had once even tried to coax out Mila what had happened. Only because she knew something had.

It has been several weeks now. Our life together settled into more of a normal routine. The initial excitement, wonder of doing things together we’d never dreamed of, not quite as overwhelming as they’d once been. It was a different kind of excitement now. Something that we still all looked forward to, and still took advantage of every chance that we could.

It was a typical Saturday morning. I’d gone for an early morning game of basketball with the guys, returning home well before noon. Funny…but it was a rare thing now that I came into the house through my own entry, usually coming in through the back door now instead. I could hear laughter coming from upstairs. Setting my gym bag down on the floor near the stairs, I took them two at a time, soon after headed down the hallway towards mom’s room. Sure enough, just as I expected, mom and Mila were curled up in bed together, laying side-by-side fingering one another playfully.

“About time, we were just about to start without you,” mom said.

“Looks to me like you did,” I responded back, already feeling the swelling of my prick in arousal, standing there looking down at the two of them. I can’t tell you the number of times I was perfectly content to either sit there on the bed, or in the chair, jacking myself off just watching the two of them together. And to be fair about it, there were also times when Mila did so as well, or mom. It wasn’t always all of us together.

That’s what made it so unique, so refreshing. There was never any jealousy, or feeling of being left out. No one did anything behind anyone else’s back. You just enjoyed, whenever, and with whomever you wanted to, when the time was right.

Like it was now.

“Go shower!” Mom informed me, looking up with that wicked gleam in her eye. Mila is still making swirls with her finger over mom’s enormous swollen clit. Something we had both learned and had come to be fascinated with. Just sucking it was like sucking on someone’s pinky-finger. That’s how big it was. And then on top of that, finding out and discovering that mom was a “squirter” too.

“As much as I enjoy sucking your cock, I do prefer it when it’s not all sweaty and stinky.”

I laughed at that, shrugging out of my gym shorts and shirt, turning and then heading towards the now shared bathroom. After all, we’d now spent more time in mom’s room than we did anywhere else. Having a King sized bed was ideal for sex-play anyway, and I had lost track of the number of times we’d fallen asleep together in it afterwards.

By the time I had finished with my shower and returned, mom and Mila were in a side-by-side ’69’ with one another. As erotic as that looked, I might have been perfectly content to simply sit there and watch. But mom’s words had stuck with me ever since she’d said them. Nobody, and I mean nobody, including Mila, could suck cock the way that mom did.

“Ah…all clean and shiny I see,” mom quipped, finally forcing Mila away from her. Once again, there was no jealousy in her having done that. The two of them, no doubt, were already at it for hours now before I came in. “Here, lay here,” mom said, patting the bed. I climbed up into it, excited as hell now for what was to come. As mom slithered down between my legs, and even before she began running that long delicate tongue of hers up and down my shaft, I motioned over towards my sister.

“Come here sis. Let me eat that sweet little pussy of yours while she’s doing that.”

You didn’t have to ask her twice. In a twinkling of an eye, Mila was straddling my head, her own glistening wet lips pressing against my face as my tongue danced on the surface of her clit, as mom’s mouth and lips played my cock like a flute. It was once again another symphony of unbridled passion and lust that consumed us almost everyday.

Mom had soon after brought me close to the edge. And though I would have been perfectly content, cuming in her mouth, especially as she loved doing that, I was in great need of feeling that silky sweet pussy surrounding me at the moment instead.

“Fuck me mother,” I spoke. “I need to cum inside you this time.”

She loved that when I did. Loved the feeling of it as I throbbed inside her, spraying my seed. Though so did Mila. One of her favorite little quirks, going down on mom after I had done that, licking her out.

Mom slid up and over me, now resting against me, not quite yet slipping herself over and down my cock. She loved teasing me like that at first, just kissing my prick with her lips, mashing herself against it, slithering up and down, up and down. It was like driving me crazy before she’d finally slid up at some point, and then down on me, driving me deeply inside when she did.

“Play with my tits honey.” I didn’t need to be asked twice either. I loved playing with mom’s breasts. They were always so soft, and so pliant. It was such a delight in kneading them, squeezing them, and especially pulling on her nipples. She loved that, though I always saved the hard almost painful pull on them when she was in the midst of her orgasm. It always seemed to intensify it for her whenever we did that.

Mila had moved over to sit beside the two of us looking on. Watching, she loved doing that, just as I did. Already anxious for the mixed nectar of our coupling which she would feast on shortly. Mom leaned forward, capturing one of Mila’s breasts as she held it, gently sucking on her pink hard little nipple. I likewise reached over, slipping one hand into my sister’s cunt, feeling her heat, her moisture and depth, fingering that wet little quim of hers as mom slid slowly up and down my cock now, fucking me with a tenderness that never ceased to amaze me.

“Knock, knock. Anyone home?”

The sound of Sophia’s voice coming up from the living room below alerting us to the fact that she’d once again come in without ringing the bell, or knocking. Though in truth, that was our fault. We’d allowed that since the beginning.

“Either we need to change the locks on the doors, or we need to change the rules around here,” mom snickered.

“Too late for that,” I chuckled back, then added. “Now what?”

I know I wasn’t going to stop what I was doing, I was too fucking close. Though by the look on mom’s face, neither was she.

“Can you…trust her?” Mom asked Mila. Mila grinned.

“Yes, I actually do trust her. But if necessary, I can ensure her silence as well.”

“You mean…blackmail?”

“Yes, of course. What else would I mean?” We all laughed, though the sound of Sophia now slowly climbing up the stairs could be heard.