Big Tits on Lil Sis Ch. 05

"Stop," she said, "You're going to make me come again."

"Mmm," I said, tasting her pussy, "Once is never enough."

"Who says it was just once?"

"Mmm," I said again, pulling still closer, "You're going to make me want more."

I felt her lips kissing me in and around the same area I was kissing her.

"You would," she said, before pulling away abruptly. "Too bad," she continued, "Get thee to a nunnery. Or at least to bed. We've got a big day tomorrow."

Desperate as I was for more of Sam's cunt, I was more curious to see what tomorrow would bring.

***

I was shaken awake in the morning, stricken by the image of Sam in one of her more revealing two-piece numbers. She was smiling devilishly, and the valley of her cleavage and the power of my rising morning wood made some half-assed titty groping inevitable. She laughed it off pretty handily.

"Wake up," she said. "Dad's outside. Put your shorts on, and go inside. Mom's seeing about breakfast, I think. You see about Mom."

"See what?" I asked, "What am I supposed to do?"

"I don't know," she said, "I guess pretty much what I am. Take your clothes off. Get her into it."

"That doesn't even make sense," I said.

"Aw," she said, "I thought you boys were always hard in the morning. I figured you'd know what to do with it by now."

"Do what?" I asked. Without pausing, she pulled her left tit out from its bikini holster.

"See this?" she said, "Yeah? You like this?" She dropped her torso, allowed me just a few brief moments of tongue to nipple contact.

"Yeah," she said, "You like this." She said it like she was making a statement, but I couldn't be certain she wasn't' speaking of her own desires at the moment.

"Mhm," I only said. Or mouthed, since my lips were busy on her nipple.

"Nice and hard," she said, and I felt her hand gently sliding down my abdomen before patting my stiffening cock, grabbing it, and giving it a long slow stroke.

"Mhm," I mouthed again.

"Well good," she said, "Go do that to Mom." In an instant she had her breast contained again in the cup of her bikini, and then she was out of my reach.

If I were more alert, I'd have protested. I'd have asked for some kind of a plan. But before I could even think about it, the zipper of the tent door was retreating and Sam was disappearing through it.

***

It was a hard thing to do, but somehow I managed to squeeze my by-then throbbing erection into my swim shorts and make my way out of the tent. I was halfway torn between just stroking one out myself and seeing what might come of the day, but in the end curiosity won me over, as it often does. I emerged from the tent, took in the sight of Sam in her barely-there white bikini pulling on my dad's arm as he sat in his Muskoka chair.

"Come swim with me, Daddy," she was saying to him, "It will wake us both up. You'll feel better."

I wanted to chase her. Wanted to grab her and drag her into the water with me, but as long as we were following the stuck up and stuffy marching orders, I couldn't do anything like that, not least in front of my dad. And so I turned my back on them, and trudged west to the stairs and up into the cottage.

Inside I found my Mom, bent over as I liked her, although clad once again in her dense white robe. She was struggling to light the wood stove, and I snuck up behind her.

"Hey Mom," I said, "What's for breakfast?"

"Eggs," she said affectlessly, "Steak and eggs, for your father. He brought it himself from home."

"Steak and eggs, eh?" I said, "Sounds...virile."

"Quiet you," she said, "Will you help me with this?"

I quietly took over at the stove, adjusted the fire tree. I knew Mom could light a fire, but the way she was building it looked like it wasn't rightly on her mind at the moment. All the pieces were there, but they weren't arranged exactly right.

"How was your night?" I asked, making conversation.

"Fine," she said curtly, "Probably not as active as yours. I don't even want to think about what you got up to out in that tent, you weirdo."

"Mom, it's nothing weird or untoward," I said, "But if I wasn't getting up to anything, I wouldn't want to think about it either."

I struck a match, and the fire was lit.

Mom collapsed into a chair while we watched the fire grow, and I slid a kettle onto one of the burners.

"I don't know what's wrong," she said, "I don't know what to do. Your father tries so hard, and it just doesn't seem to matter. It just doesn't work."

"Oh Mom, don't take it personally," I said, "I'm sure it's just stress from work or something. Old age. There's lots of reason it doesn't always work for a guy."

"Says you," she rebutted, "You're probably walking around with a hardon right now." She sighed, and at the nadir of her sigh her shoulders started breaking into the jerky motions of outright sobbing. "I just never thought this was the kind of thing that would happen to me. To us."

"Has he tried pills?"

"He won't. He says it isn't natural."

"Oh, Mom," I said again. I took her in my arms and held her until her sobs weaned and gradually dissipated.

There was a very long and comfortable silence. If she was crying, I couldn't tell. I just held her, and rubbed her back softly with my hand. I watched the fire burn until the kettle started boiling. I leaned her into her backrest and grabbed some mugs and teabags.

I put a cup of tea on the table in front of her, and carried one to the window while I sipped at it and looked out on the river. Whatever Sam was planning for Dad, it seemed to be working. She had at least managed to pull him into the river, and I saw both of them splashing around and playfully dunking each other.

"I still feel weird," Mom said behind me, "About what we all did the other night."

"Yeah," I said, "It's been a weird vacation."

"I think I feel weirdest about it because it felt so good," she said, sipping at her hot tea, "But then it shouldn't have."

"Yeah," I said, not looking at her, "Well..."

"I just liked being wanted. I liked being pleased. I liked pleasing you. I liked sex being just simple and fun, and not so much of like a duty or a chore."

"It shouldn't feel like that."

"It's just stressful, I guess. It's stressful to deal with."

I sipped at my tea and watched out the window. Sam and Dad were still playing joyfully in the water, and here I was with Mom, struggling with the emotional turmoil of what seemed like a marriage in crisis. For a second, I was inconsolably jealous. Why shouldn't my role be so easy and carefree? Why was I in the trenches, while Sam got to frolic and play?

The jealousy I was experiencing shifted gears when I saw Sam's top fall off in the water. It looked completely accidental, although given my experience with Sam in the last week, I had to suspect at least something about it was intentional. And on both Sam and Dad I saw wide smiles widen. Sam was outright laughing, and she jumped in the water. Her chest bounced and dripped with inviting wetness. She made no motion to replace her top. For all I could tell, it floated off down the river, and into the sea.

"Mom," I said, turning around, "Sex isn't supposed to be stressful. It's supposed to be fun. If it's stressing you out, you're doing it wrong."

"You're barely 21," she said, "What are you doing telling me what sex is supposed to be like?"

"I know it's supposed to feel good," I said, "And even if that's all I know about sex, or relationships, or whatever, then I think I got at least something right."

I stepped slowly around the table and grabbed her by the shoulders. I looked her directly in the eye, but only briefly, before dropping to my knees.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"I'm going to make you feel good."

I opened her legs expecting to find a bikini bottom or panties, but was pleasantly surprised to find her bottomless beneath her robe. Easier for me. Without a second's pause, I dove into her pussy with my mouth with all the fervor and dedication of Hank Hill to a desperate lawn. I kissed my way up her thighs, first her right then her left, skipping her slit deliberately on my first pass. When I finally made my way to her craven cunt, it was so wet and dripping as to appear literally open to me. I snuck my hands up the bottom of her robe and pulled her onto my tongue by the skin of her ass cheeks. I felt her immediately tense up at the touch of my tongue, only to relax immediately and collapse into my lallation. I stuck my tongue into her vagina, bent and curled my tongue upward to lick her roof all the way out until I was tickling her clit on my withdrawal.

Her moans, at first hungry and desperate, grew only hungrier and more wanton as I worked the most magical of my tongue's skills up and down, back and forth across her clit. I perforated my clitoral ventures with deep stabs into her vagina, extending my tongue up and down into the extreme walls of her vagina, feeling her buck and spasm with every touch of my probing tongue. I knew she was close. I knew she was desperate. I was also. I reached up and grabbed at her breasts, squeezing them through the thick fabric of her robe, honing in on and tweaking her nipples 'twixt thumb and forefinger, thriving on every one of her sharply caught breaths. She thrust into me, sliding her ass along her chair to drive my tongue deeper into her. She wasn't able to contain her moans any longer.

"Oh my god," she nearly wept, "Why are you doing this to me?"

I slipped my hands under the fabric of her robe, feeling the flesh of her breasts underneath my fingers. Her breath grew deep and long, and I felt her chest rise as she struggled to draw more breath than she could manage. Then, in an instant, it was cut into short quick spasms.

"Oh, oh, oh," she moaned sharply as she came on my tongue, "Oh god, yes."

I felt her tense and then relax, collapsing into herself as her orgasm subsided. I kissed her labia gently for a few short breaths, then rose. I meant to head for the window, but Mom stopped me. Not in any normal way, but by grabbing me on the throbbing erection that was on its way to tearing through my trunks.

"Will you give me this?" she asked, "Just once more? I just need it once more before I forget about everything."

She was stroking me through my shorts inattentively, still barely looking at me, her eyes glazed over in abject pleasure. She looked like an addict, satisfied but ever craving more.

"Later," I said, casting off her hand and walking around the table to the window. I watched Dad and Sam playing in the river. He certainly was hugging her very tight to the chest when he dunked her.

"Why later?" she asked, "I'm so wet and ready."

It looked like Sam might have slipped out of her bottoms by now as well.

"We need to see about breakfast."

***

I have to confess, for sake of honesty, that I am really a terrible cook. The fire in the stove had grown to roaring, so while I was able to help Mom so much as cracking eggs and watching them fry sunny side up, she was able to busy herself tenderly with Dad's steak, cooking it to I presume his perfect taste. If Mom was still feeling regretful or strange about our behaviour the last few days, she wasn't showing it any longer. Maybe it was the post-orgasmic bliss that had her so relaxed, but she was downright playful. We worked in close quarters shambling skillets over the small stove, and when she had a free moment with her hands she would sometimes touch my still mostly-stiff cock, stroking it and striking it lovingly. Her actions were teasing and while she tried to offer me cursory lessons about cooking red meat, my mind was down in the river, wondering what Sam was getting up to with Dad. I could only hope for the best.

With breakfast plates full and in hand, we were just about to leave for the cottage when I stopped Mom with a gentle touch at her midsection.

"You're not going out there wearing that, are you?" I asked.

"What? This?" she said, indicating her robe, "Why not?"

"Well what if we go swimming after breakfast?" I asked, "You ought to be dressed more appropriately." I placed the plates I was carrying down on the table and started pulling her robe open at the shoulders.

"I'm not wearing a suit," Mom said, clasping her robe together at its chest as best she could with two hands full.

"I don't care," I whispered, leaning in close to her ear and just brushing it with my lips, "It doesn't look like Dad will care either."

Her grip loosened on her robe, and I opened it through its middle, rubbing my way down my Mom's side, and pulling her gently by the waist. She was looking over my shoulder at the scene playing out behind me, Sam naked as a jaybird and Dad doing what all he ever would with her. She sighed with a moment's hesitation.

"I don't know," she said.

"Mom, something's not working," I said, "Maybe we just need to change things up a while. Give dad a nice surprise. It might help to relax him. Get him back in gear again."

I pulled her in so tight to me that my pulsing cock ran up over her belly, its tip poking out over the band of my swim trunks.

"You really think so?" she asked.

"It couldn't hurt to try."

In the moment she hesitated, I took her plates from her and put them on the table as well. She didn't object while I slid her robe off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. I was too close to resist kissing her on the neck, and even biting her a little. I felt her breath catch when I did. I stood back, held her at arms' length, and looked her naked body up and down. She was an honest treasure.

"God damn," I said, "You are a fine woman."

"You really think so?"

I looked her up and down and again, savouring my opportunity to leer like a voyeur. Tight calves, strong thighs, slim, trimmed pussy, wide hips, taut stomach, perky breasts, narrow neck, and sweet, beautiful face. It was too ingrained in me by now not to see the face as motherly, but that didn't make it unattractive. Maybe her eyes were marked with crow's feet, and maybe her cheeks enjoyed laugh lines, and even though her middle age showed, she was still a goddam beautiful woman and I was proud to call her my sexy Mom.

"I swear it on my mother's grave."

Which maybe was a dumb thing to say, but she smiled nonetheless. Which smile quickly turned devious as her eyes dropped towards my midsection.

"Okay," she said, "But only if you do it with me."

She didn't wait for an answer. She just dropped to her knees, hooked her fingers into my waistband, and pulled my shorts down. They dropped to my ankles, my cock springing up with a bounce and a flourish that nearly slapped her on the chin.

"You are quite a fine specimen yourself," she said, almost salivating at the exposure of my rod. I stepped forward out of my shorts so that the tip of my cock glanced along her lips. "Oh my," she said, "You tease."

"Let's go," I said, "These breakfasts aren't going to eat themselves."

So Mom and I paraded through the screen door bare ass naked and bearing breakfast dishes down the steps onto the lawn. We laid out the dishes on the picnic table just in time to see Sam and Dad emerging form the river.

'"Jesus, Debbie," Dad said, "What are you doing?" Mom looked hesitant for a moment.

"Oh relax," she said shortly, "We're on vacation."

"Woman," Dad said, "The boy can see you!"

"He doesn't care," Mom said.

I was behind the picnic table, carefully obscuring my erection. I filled my mouth with a forkload of delicious eggs.

"No cares here," I said.

Dad and Sam were emerging from the water. Hard as I tried, I never could get used to the sight of Sam's breasts coming out of the river. Droplets of water beaded around her nipples and slowly made their way along the curvature of her massive chest, which bounced and swayed with each of her steps. Once they both passed waist length, it became apparent that at least their suit bottoms had stayed on.

"Sam doesn't seem to care either," Mom noted, "Just come here and get your steak."

"Hell no, I don't care," Sam squealed, "Naked breakfast!" And just a few short steps out of the water, she dropped her bottoms off and tossed them up onto the lawn. Dad was unceremoniously ogling her from behind, and the jealousy I felt at him checking out her swaying ass was only ameliorated by the beautiful sight of her from the front, shaking and swaying her natural curves as she made her way up the beach.

Dad couldn't help but follow her, looking all but mesmerized by her behind. He followed her all the way to the picnic table, sitting next to her as Mom laid his plate in front of him.

"Nuh uh," Mom said, withdrawing his plate as he tried to fork his way into it, "You heard Sam. Naked breakfast. No nudity, no food."

"What?" he asked.

"You heard her, Dad," Sam said, "Strip."

Dad looked uncomfortable, at least for a moment or two, before he stood up from the table, reached his hands into his own shorts and hooked then down to his ankles. Strange as it sounds, I couldn't help but check his cock out while he was stepping out of his shorts. I was only curious to see if maybe he'd grown a little, and it might have been my imagination, but my best estimation was that he was sporting a quarter-chub. Again, it is a strange thing to note, but I was really hoping beyond hope that my Dad could pop a boner, if only for my Mom's sake.

He tore into his steak and eggs with the ravenous hunger of a starved wolf. The man looked desperately hungry. He all but inhaled his steak, barely pausing to chew. I don't think he noticed that an unusual amount of table attention was on him. He just ate like he hadn't enjoyed a good meal in forever, all while Sam, Mom and I wondered if any of his other appetites might be similarly sated.

We were mostly quiet while we ate. I think we were all a little unsure about the new dynamic introducing Dad to our semi-nudist kind of lifestyle. I felt as comfortable as ever quietly scoping out Sam's tits over the table, and maybe it felt like Mom was sitting a little closer to me than seemed perfectly natural, but she probably was just watching Dad even closer than I was. I could feel the flesh of her thigh rubbing against mine, the warmth of her skin radiating a gentle tingle that kept my dick at least semi alert for the duration of the meal.

And faster than it seemed to go, the meal was done, and nobody was quite sure what to do from there. Somehow, like she always seemed to, Sam took the lead, reaching her arms way over her head and folding her hands, leaning back with an exaggerated stretch and sigh. All our eyes, but Dad's especially, cocked immediately as her pounds of flesh rode up on her chest to point upwards with her stretch, appearing to minimally shrink but tighten. Even though I was across the table form her, I wanted to lunge over and grab and squeeze them. I recognized the look in my Dad's eyes, too. I couldn't imagine the self-restraint he was employing to keep his hands to himself.

I was wondering what my Mom thought of Sam's shameless exhibitionism, but when I checked her gaze I saw that her eyes had diverted from Sam's chest over to Dad. I hadn't noticed that both his hands had disappeared under the table. The subtle motion of his biceps betrayed the classic jerkoff motion he was employing beneath the table. Mom couldn't not know. Hell, Sam had to damn near feel it. And yet nothing in either of their countenances suggested anything even remotely resembling discomfort with his actions.

"Well," Sam said, "If it's our last day here, I'm spending as much time in the water as I can." With that, she stood and slipped out of the picnic table's seat. Either accidentally or otherwise, she knocked the fork off of her plate and down onto the ground.

"Whoops," she said, with all the authenticity of someone who was just barely trying to pretend to fake it. She bent at the waist, her bare ass mere feet from my Dad's face, and did her classic toe-touch bend to pick up the fork. Even from when I was sitting across the table, I could see the curvature of her slit poking out from between her legs. Close as Dad was, he must have even been able to smell her. Sam seemed to linger, presenting herself longer than she must have needed just to fish up the fork. We all could tell what she was up to, but nobody seemed to mind enough to say anything. She was running the show. Then, in an instant, she popped back up, her tight ass returning to its natural squeeze, and turned around to give us all an excellent and lingering full frontal view.