Sibling Revival-ry Ch. 03

I stepped back a bit, taking in her body again. With one hand, I traced my fingers up her side, past her breasts, to caress her cheek, neck, and hair. Her eyes fluttered, but didn't look at me. She breathed slightly harder.

Treat me like a piece of meat, she had said. Okay. Like a slut. Not like my Mother.

I palmed her big tits roughly, mauling them with both hands. She gasped, but made no move to stop me. They felt wonderful. I grabbed her blouse with both hands and ripped it open, sending buttons flying in every direction. Her breasts heaved with her excited breathing, bulging out of the cups of her pretty, lacy white bra. Hooking my fingers under the middle, I reefed the bra up, yanking it over her tits, which bounced deliciously as they fell free. I groped them excitedly, squeezing and stroking their smooth curves. She moaned, and I looked at her face.

She was biting her lower lip, trying to control herself. Her body was shaking with lust.

I bent my head and suckled her nipples, gently at first, but growing more aggressive, eventually biting the thick erect points. She yelped a few times, but her breathing told me she was definitely enjoying it. Still standing exactly where and how she had when I walked in, with her arms at her sides, she moaned and squirmed slightly, rubbing her thighs together and generally conveying the impression of tortured delight. I released her nipples, and stood up.

"Remove your clothes, please," I said quietly, stepping back to watch. Mom did as asked, reaching behind to unzip her skirt, which she dropped and stepped out of. She was wearing white stay-up stockings. "Leave your nylons on, but lose everything else." Seconds later, my Mother stood essentially naked before me. A small tuft of blonde pubes peeked out from between her thighs. I walked a circle around her, checking her out from all sides. She was gorgeous.

"Sit, please," I told her, and she sat on the edge of the bed, folding her hands in her lap.

I paced back and forth in front of her, trying to decide which way to go next. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Mom's eyes, hungrily following my bulging crotch with every step, even though her head was bowed down slightly. She gave me an idea.

Playing the interrogator, I stopped in front of her. I reached down and stroked her hair softly, enjoying the luxurious feel of her golden locks, a trait she shares with her daughter. She moaned, and leaned her head slightly into my hand.

"I'm going to ask you some questions now, Mother, and you're going to answer them truthfully," I began, suddenly gripping her hair and tilting her head back. On a rough scale of 1 to 10, it was a 3. "Do you understand?" I stared into her wide eyes as she gasped in surprise.

"Yes! Yes, I understand," she groaned. I released her hair.

"Good. Let's start with some easy ones, shall we? Who are you?"

"My name is Larissa Anne Anderson," she said quietly, eyes down again, but locked on my crotch.

"And who am I?" I asked.

"You are Richard Anderson," she said. I was gesturing for more, so she continued, "My son. I am your Mother."

"That's good, you're doing great. So Larissa, I can't help noticing that you're naked. You have a very nice, sexy body, Larissa... especially your big beautiful breasts. You're proud of your body, aren't you?" I probed.

"Yes," she whispered.

"And you like teasing men with your body, don't you?"

"Yes," she croaked.

"And how does it make you feel to be naked in front of your own son? Be honest, Larissa," I reminded.

"I... I feel dirty.... and excited," she said, barely breathing the words.

"Now, how long have you had this urge to be naked in front of your son? When did it start, and what made you become such a filthy, dirty slut?" I laid it on pretty thick, but she was a seething mass of desire, so I gave her a chance to vent some of the pressure.

"I, um.... I... since the day I caught you.... caught my son having sex with his sister. He, um, was naked, and I saw his... his big cock. It was covered with my daughter's juices. I had to... have it," she finished. She was squirming again.

"You want to have it?" I asked. She nodded. "To suck it?" She nodded again, licking her plump red lips. "You want him to fuck you with it?" I continued, following her in the third person reference.

"Oh yes. Please," she growled, her voice dripping with sultry desire.

"What kind of Mother wants to fuck her own son?" I added, knowing she was bubbling hot.

"A very, very bad Mother," she whispered, unable to suppress a moan. The corners of her mouth flickered slightly, fighting back a smile.

"How long do we have to play today, Larissa? " I asked, truly wondering.

"Um, Natalie will be home about 4, and your Father is done at 6," she answered.

"Then we'd better get started.... We certainly don't want to get caught, do we?" I laughed.

"Oh no," she groaned, "that would be baaaaad." The last word was drawn out, her voice quivering.

My cock was about ready to rip my shorts open by itself, it was so hard. I couldn't wait any longer, stripping rapidly. I watched her eyes when I dropped my underwear, giving her a first look at my fully erect penis. The last time she'd seen it, the situation had made me limp, but now, I was rock hard. Her eyes widened.

I took my hard cock in hand, and stepped closer, waving it at her.

"Is this what you want?"

"Oh god yes!" she hissed, but held still, hands in her lap. Her nipples were so swollen, they were the size of my fingertip, and nearly an inch long.

I rubbed my dick around her face... across her cheeks, where the abundant precum oozing out left a shiny trail, and her lips, which were quivering. She so desperately wanted to suck it, so I left it there for several, torturous seconds.

"You want to suck my cock, don't you?" She nodded, but kept her lips closed, snorting with need. "You seem excited. Do you need to cum, Mother?" I emphasized the word 'mother'. She nodded again, rapidly. Her eyes were on fire, pleading up at mine.

"Very well," I relented. "On your knees, slut. You will suck my cock until I cum in your mouth, and swallow every drop. You may touch yourself while you suck me, and you may cum, if you wish."

Mom dropped to her knees eagerly, but waited for permission. "May I begin?" she asked.

"Yes, you may," I replied, looking down at her.

Mom pounced, opening wide and plunging her mouth over the head. Her lips reached as far down my shaft as she could, almost reaching the base on her first attempt. Her left hand gripped the bottom of my cock, and her right wasted no time in diving between her own thighs. Wet squishy noises came from her soaked pussy, but were soon drowned out by the gurgling, slurping, sucking sounds her lips were making on my cock as she blew me enthusiastically. She was moaning loudly, too, and her lips clamped tighter as she grunted through her own climax within a minute of starting to masturbate.

In my limited experience, I had felt that Natalie was a pretty good cocksucker, but she couldn't hold a candle to my Mother. True, I was very wound up from anticipation, and the long tease I'd put Mom through, so maybe I was a poor judge at this point, but my Mother's mouth had me on the verge of a massive, tonsil basting orgasm in no time. She was deepthroating me smoothly, a string of drool hanging from her chin, her boobs swinging in time with her actions.

Mom shuddered, cumming on her own fingers for the second time. I looked down at her, into her big blue eyes.

"That's my good Mommy slut. Suck my cock. Do you want me to cum in your mouth, Mommy? Do you want to swallow your son's hot sperm?" I taunted.

Mom was moaning and nodding her desire, but never stopped sucking me.

I felt the familiar tingle building in my balls, and she must have seen it in my eyes, because her moans and desperate sucking stepped up a level. Her lips were firmly pressed against my pubes when I came, blasting rope after rope down her throat, while she gulped and swallowed with lascivious greed. She vacuumed every drop from my cock, and was still trying to extract more when I stopped her.

"That's enough, Mom. Thank you," I said, pulling away from her mouth. Spit dripped from her lips, across her chin, and landed on her breasts. She remained on her knees, awaiting my directive. "Please clean yourself up," I said, climbing into bed, "and join me in bed when you return."

She was back quite quickly, and virtually leapt into bed beside me, laying close but not touching.

"May I cuddle with you, dear?" she asked softly. I nodded. "What may I do next to please you?" she whispered, pressing her soft, sexy body against me.

Ooooooo, the list is quite extensive, I thought. I was mulling over other questions I could ask her, as long as she was answering honestly. I finally decided I didn't really want to know the answer to most of them, most specifically how often she'd been unfaithful to Dad. At 38, she was easily the hottest Mom in our neighbourhood, attracted a lot of attention, and apparently had quite the kinky side, that must have been getting satisfied somehow.

Thinking about things like that was eating into my limited Mommy ravaging time, so I put it on hold.... the thinking, that is, not the ravaging.

"Mother dear, do you enjoy having your pussy licked?" I asked, while caressing her side.

"Oh yes," she bubbled, "very much! Do you wish to lick my pussy?"

It suddenly dawned on me what she sounded like. Submissive, yes, but more like something from TV. We had the entire series on DVD... 'I Dream of Jeannie'. She sounded like Jeannie... The only thing missing was the 'Master', after every sentence. The attitude fit, as well.

"Yes, Larissa, I do. I would like to give you pleasure, and I'd like to hear you describe what you're feeling. I'd like you to talk like the dirty, filthy slut you are. Do you understand?" I commanded.

"Yes, I understand. You want me to beg you to eat my dirty, wet cunt," she cooed, "and make me cum." She rolled onto her back and spread her legs wide. There was a sheen of chick slick on her inner thighs, reaching about halfway to her knees.

"Please, my darling son... Please lick my hot, dripping pussy. Make me moan and squirm like a wanton whore," she groaned.

That I can do, I thought, taking a place between her legs. Gladly.

Natalie had a very pretty pussy, but Mom's was epic, with a huge clitoris and thick, meaty lips that dangled open around her oozing depths. It looked like the cunt of a slut, quite appropriately, but it tasted like ambrosia from a Greek goddess.

My tongue did a few laps of the perimeter, enjoying her delicious flavour, playing with her hanging lips, and teasing her. She kept moaning and trying to move her pussy into a collision with my mouth, while her dialogue was enough to make a sailor blush.

"Eat me! Oh god, eat my fucking cunt! Suck my fuck hole and make me cum! I'm such a horny fucking slut!"

I was circling counterclockwise, and when I got to the 6, I made a sharp left, going straight up, through her dripping wetness, and across her large clit, which was straining out of its hood.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck yesssssssss!" she hissed, her hips bucking against my face. "Lick my clit! Suck it! Fucking bite it!"

I moved on, now intent on avoiding her clit for a while, instead sucking first one, then the other of her thick lips into my mouth, tugging them out and stretching them until they hung more than an inch long. Her lips were engorged an angry red, and she was so aroused that her lubricant was visibly oozing from her opening. That was fine with me, since it was such a delicacy. I was happy to consume all she could produce, but that meant I was merely lapping at her like a pet dog, and not stimulating the part she so desperately wanted me to focus on.

"Mmmm, your tongue feels nice in my cunt, but I'm begging you, please lick Mommy's clit.... Suck your slut Mother's clit, please! " Her voice betrayed her level of excitement, quavering as she spoke. Her whole body was shaking. Yes, she was a slut, but she was my Mother, and had suffered enough.

The tip of my squiggling, squirming tongue headed North, continuing its dance until it settled directly on her ignition switch. It did tight little circles around her clit, flicking it from side to side as well.

The situation was bizarre. This was my Mother, the woman who prior to a couple of months ago, I'd never thought of as a sexual being, and who I'd never heard curse. Now she was naked, writhing in bliss under my tongue, spreading her legs as wide as possible, and using language I didn't even know she'd ever heard.

"Oh fuck yes, you motherfucking darling! That's my boy! Lick my fucking clit! You're going to make me fucking cum! Ahhhn! Yes! Yes! YESSSSS! " Her thighs slammed shut around my head, and she shuddered, twisting her body as a huge orgasm hit her hard. I tried to hold her down, but in the throes as she was, she was stronger than I would have thought, and she had my head trapped, so I followed her, rolling onto my side. I know she was screaming something, but her muscular thighs acted as earmuffs. Finally, her whole body relaxed, and she flopped on her back.

I extracted myself from between her legs, and sat up, watching her big tits shake like jello as her ragged breathing made them rise and fall sharply. Mom's eyes were closed, and she was moaning softly.

My dick had recovered, and as the saying goes.... 'there's no time like the present'.... to fuck Mom's juicy cunt! I guided the head between her lips, and pushed slightly.

Mom's moans began to form words.... and the word was 'no'... but I was in charge here. I leaned over her ear and whispered.

"Larissa, you are my slut to use as I see fit, when I see fit. Your cunt exists for my pleasure, and I want pleasure now!" I pushed in fully, sliding smoothly to the bottom of her swampy pussy in one stroke.

Mom's eyes opened wide, and she groaned loudly. "Yes, I am.... your slut... fuck... me!" she panted.

Don't mind if I do! I thought, starting to plough her cunt firmly. I stayed up on my arms so I could watch her big tits dance. Natalie's boobs were a bit smaller, and understandably firmer, given their age difference, so Mom's breasts moved a bit more, enthralling me with their liquid grace.

"That's so good, Ricky," she grunted, "fuck Mommy's cunt like that! I'm your fuck-slut, baby! Your big cock fills my pussy just right!" Her legs came up around my waist, wrapping tightly and pulling me into her harder. "I'm such a bad girl," she groaned, "I should be punished for behaving like such a whore, fucking my son like this."

I was sure there was a suggestion in there somewhere. Punishment was a relative term ; I was being punished for fucking my sister, forced to fuck my Mother and satisfy her slightly kinky desires. Suddenly, the phrase 'glutton for punishment' took on new meaning, and I hoped that I wouldn't be released early. But enough about me.... Mom wanted to be punished, which left one logical thing to do.

I pulled out of her. "On all fours," I told her, catching her in a lewd little grin as she complied. She knew what was coming, in more ways than one.

I grabbed her hips and slammed back into her, making her gasp in surprise, but I could feel her shivering in anticipation.

"So, you're a bad girl, are you Larissa?" I asked while fucking her eagerly.

"Yes....Uhn!... Very... Bad!" she panted between strokes.

"What happens to bad girls like you? Do you get..... Spanked?" I asked, delivering the first blow in time with the last word. The smack echoed through the room, and she jolted in my hands.

"Ouch!" she hissed, "yes, I deserve to be spanked!"

SMACK! I swatted her ass again, and her head flew back, hair flying. She let out a whimper, but pushed back harder against me as I kept drilling into her pussy.

SMACK! "Oh god," she moaned, "more...." SMACK! "I deserve more. I'm so bad, fucking my own son... " SMACK! "Nahhhhn! I'm sorry!" she cried, tears in her eyes. A red, hand-shaped welt was starting to rise on her right cheek. I went for alternative methods of punishment, grabbing her hair.

She raised up on her knees, and I pulled her hair harder, making her raise her arms to stop me. My free hand went for one of her breasts, pinching her hard nipple and giving it a twist.

That did it..... Mom came, screaming and bucking against me as I fucked her harder. She twitched and jerked in my grasp, finally falling forward onto her face on the bed, yanking her pussy off my dick as she did.

I grabbed one leg, rolled her over, and speared her again, fucking her furiously now. I wanted to cum, and she was going to feel it. I pounded her, using her body solely for my own pleasure, with or without her consent. Ramming into her cunt with a vengeance got her boobs swinging again, and that sight was enough to push me past the point of no return. She was laying in an orgasmic coma, barely conscious as I fucked her hard, but when she felt my cock flex inside her, spewing hot semen into her pussy, she came to life, wrapping her arms and legs tight around my body.

"Ooooooo, yes baby... cum in Mommy's cunt!" she whispered. My Mother held me close as I spilled my load into her warm, wet depths, cooing in my ear and stroking my hair. "Such a good boy.... So big and strong."

We laid together like this for a few minutes. Mom finally broke the silence.

"I think we should get moving, honey. Natalie will be home soon." I rolled off her, and she quickly sucked my wilted cock for a few seconds, strictly for cleanup purposes, of course. "Mmmm mmmm, yummy!" She scooted off toward the bathroom, my cum oozing slowly down her leg. "I'd better have a quick shower, and rinse your spunk out of me," she explained over her shoulder, "care to join me?"

Well, who could turn down an offer like that? I heard the water start. By the time I made it in there, she was already rubbing her soapy hands all over her body. I stepped in, and her hands moved to me. She smiled.

"The last time I bathed you was... oh, a long, long time ago," she laughed, "when you were little." She cupped my balls and soaped my cock lovingly. "Certainly not little anymore! I'd love to give you a nice wet blowjob, but, well, we don't have time, and I'd like to keep my hair dry, if possible. Would you settle for a nice wet kiss?"

Treating Mom like a slut was her thing, to get her off, and I'd keep doing it, if it meant getting access to her eminently fuckable body... but to be honest, I'd rather treat her like a lady, and make love to her, gently and passionately. Maybe I'd get a chance sometime, but for now, a kiss would have to do. She was up on tiptoes, craning her head back to reach me. I grabbed her ass, lifting her a bit, and she wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling her soft, slippery body up mine, until our lips met. She hooked her legs around my hips, and I turned us into the corner of the shower stall, leaning into her. The dual sensations of her big, soapy tits on my chest and her plump lips on mine had my dick showing interest again.

"Mmmm, we might have to do this again," she giggled when her lips left mine, "Never had sex standing in the shower, but I'd like to!"

I reluctantly put her down, and we rinsed off. We towelled each other off... I especially enjoyed drying her tits... and I stepped out into the bedroom to get dressed.

Mom came out of her closet, nicely dressed again for the benefit of Natalie and Dad. I knew what was under there, so wasn't fooled by the conservative suburban housewife routine. I stood at the door, and when Mom drew near, I unlocked and opened it, following her out.

Less than ten feet down the hall, she spun on her high heels, grabbed me, and slammed me against the wall. She pressed her body hard to my chest and smiled at me, her eyes alight with life.