Who would have considered – 2

“Forget fucking for the moment…we’ve still got plenty of time for that before Stella gets home. Right now, momma needs to show her boy what the hell he’s been missing!”

**

I really had NO clue! And now I had a much better understanding of the term, “making your toes curl,” mine had…and without purposely making them do it. The fact that mom had done things to my prick that I’d never felt before was just the icing on the cake. The way she pleasured me with her tongue and lips was beyond anything I’d ever felt before. Whatever it was that Mike thought she was doing, was kindergarten material.

Mom had a Masters Degree when it came to sucking cock. And though I don’t consider myself as having a really big dick, though she said it was, she somehow managed to pretty much swallow the length of it, sucking me that way too.

I honestly thought I had died and gone to heaven. When my orgasm began, it started in my toes…curling them, and they remained that way as the orgasm washed over me like a tidal wave. Not only did I see stars, I’m pretty sure I heard trumpets blowing somewhere off in the distance. I had never felt anything like it. Though I am also pretty sure, mom hadn’t been fully prepared for the deluge of cum that poured out of my cock, and down her throat either. Some of which she couldn’t contain, dripping out of her mouth and down onto her breasts. I thought she looked sexy as hell sitting there like that afterwards.

“Hmmm, maybe that wasn’t such a good idea after all,” she said several minutes later, her hand still fondling and playing with my dick, though it was spent, about as limp as it could possibly be as she waggled it back and forth, lifeless…dead. She had literally sucked the life out of me. She laughed though, seemingly pleased with herself, and what she’d done to me. And though we still had some time before Stella got home,

I think every bone in my entire body had liquefied. I remained laying in mom’s bed, a pool of total and complete euphoria.

Even when she hinted at the fact that she might let me have her ass…even that didn’t raise the dead. She had done the one thing I never thought possible, Beauty had slain the Beast. As such, she then simply snuggled up in bed next to me, spooning me from behind as we snuggled and snoozed until the alarm went off, which seemed like only minutes after she’d set it.

“Come on honey…time for you to get up and move into your own room. Stella could be home anytime now.”

It took superhuman effort even then for me to finally roll out of bed. Kissing her again, lingering as we did that, it took the opening of the front door to give me an energy boost as I hurriedly padded down the hall into my own room, and collapsed gratefully into my own bed. I was soon fast asleep.

I didn’t know it at the time, but I wouldn’t have the opportunity to fuck mom again until three days later.

**

Monday evening mom announced that she’d been called away to go out of town for two days. And though I wasn’t really thrilled with her being away, it also came at the best time for it since she had to. Stella had the next two evenings off work, so she’d also be home, and as she currently wasn’t dating, or seeing anyone…the likelihood of her going out was remote at best.

And I didn’t have the best start to my week either. I’d spent a minimal amount of time arguing with a pleading Mike over the phone. No way in hell was I going back to that. Another call with an attorney mom hooked me up and started the ball rolling in that area too. And then of course there was school for me, and my own part time job at the hardware store. As such, I had gotten home tired, emotionally exhausted and spent. I decided to lie down, take a little nap, and then wait for my sister to get home before ordering the pizza we’d agreed on for dinner that evening.

I lay, tossing and turning. Even as tired as I was, sleep eluded me. What didn’t, was the thoughts of my mother. Things we’d done, shared, experienced together monopolized my mind. No surprise that I soon found myself laying in my bed with a very needful, urgent erection. I decided to enjoy a bit of stress relief,

which if nothing else might finally help to relax me enough to actually fall asleep for a bit, and then stripped down, crawling back up into my bed totally naked. I proceeded to enjoy a rather nice, long leisurely stroke, my mind focused, images of mom and I doing things, some of which we hadn’t even done yet, as I wandered off into a whole new world of fantasy.

When the simple knock came, along with the door opening, it took me a moment for the conscious side of me to realize it had. By then of course, it was already too late. I really had to start locking my door, though that would only serve to no doubt raise suspicion anyway. Still…better that perhaps than having Stella walk into my room, catching me with dick in hand, which is exactly what she’d done.

There was nothing to grab to really cover up with either. I was laying on top of the coverings for one thing, and for another, I was too shocked to move for a moment anyway. Looking over at my sister as she stood there in the doorway, looking back at me. I expected her to turn, probably run screaming into the night, but she didn’t. Instead, she came in, closing the door behind her, and then leaned against it.

“Don’t stop on my account,” she said simply now smiling. The thing was, she had the same look on her face that I’d become accustomed to seeing in moms.

I still held my cock, but more as a means of concealing it as opposed to continuing playing with it, though perhaps sitting there like that acted as some sort of encouragement for my sister. To my own disbelief, I now watched her as she slid her hand down the waistband of the lavender colored, velour shorts she was wearing, along with a matching top that hugged her ample chest nicely. Images of her standing there, racing through my head like an express train as I tried in vain to digest what the hell she was doing here.

“Stella,” I somehow managed, shock and surprise clearly registering in my face.

“Keep going, I’ve always wanted to watch you do that.”

“Stella!” I said again, a bit more firmly this time, trying to somehow push through the lusty fugue she had placed herself in. “I can’t…we can’t…you can’t!” I added, still watching her as she even then didn’t stop, didn’t desist. Her hand continued to move quite obviously between her legs as she stood there fingering herself.

“Why not? We’re not really doing anything,” she implied with her free hand now lifting the top she was wearing up and over her breasts, revealing them to me, confirming what I already suspected, that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her breasts certainly weren’t as big and full as mom’s were,

still having that youthful appearance and look to them, unlike the more mature, hate to say it…”motherly” look to them that mom’s had. But…they were damn cute, perky…twin little hard tipped points just waiting to be sucked, licked, and played with. My cock throbbed, but rather than enticing me, it acted as a reminder as to what she was doing to herself while I lay there watching her.

“I’m your brother!” I said like that made any difference.

“So? I’m your sister…your very horny sister, who’s always had a crush on her own big brother. There, I said it…how’s that grabbing you?” She asked suggestively, though making reference to my hard cock. “Though by the looks of it, you already are grabbing it. Come on Thomas, stroke it for me, let me see you do it.”

There was no fucking way. I finally slid out of bed, standing up, no longer shy or concerned about her seeing me, after all…she’d already seen enough as it was. “You need to leave,” I said sternly, seeing the shocked, hurt look on her face after having said that. She burst into tears, turned, and then opened the door, racing down the hallway back to her room where I heard her open it, and then slam it seconds later.

“FUCK!” I actually shouted out. I knew then there was no way I could leave it like this. I had hurt my sister, I was a fucking hypocrite on top of everything else, though I sure as hell wasn’t about to tell her that, or why. What I hoped to do was reason with her, calm her down, tell her I was sorry, and hope to repair this little episode before it got blown way out of proportion. I didn’t bother getting dressed, simply pulling up a pair of discarded underwear as my only covering and then headed down the hall to her room. I stood outside her door, and knocked. “Stella?”

“Go away!” Came her reply.

“Stella please…we need to talk!”

“Go away!” She said again. “There’s…there’s nothing to talk about! I’m a pervert, a freak, a sick twisted freak!” She screamed out at me through the door. I winced, hearing the very words I had called myself.

“No you’re not Stella, now please…let me in, I need to…” I wasn’t sure what I needed to do, what could I say? I knew exactly how she felt. “Please Stella,” I asked again, though silence followed for a moment longer.

“It’s…not locked.”