By Scooter Jones
Before 1985, my life was very uneventful.
It wasn’t until I was 15 that I not only had a girlfriend and cheated on her, but I got a taste of something sweet at the same time.
I have a younger sister and an older sister by a year.
My father got a promotion at work and was paid quite handsomely.
He’s a police officer who, one night, arrives in the neighborhood of a local bar, discovers a robbery in progress, and pulls out his sidearm in order to stop the two suspects.
As a result, he wounded one and killed one.
Details are not given, but when the local crime rate was high, this incident took place and made the father a heroic figure.
As a result, he was interviewed from all over the country, wrote articles, and was offered additional work teaching shooting techniques.
At the same time, he was promoted to Squad Leader, took over the Watchers’ special case, the area he was responsible for patrolling became larger, and his work hours grew to twelve hours a day, four days a week.
And, of course, his salary was adjusted upward by two times.
The future looks promising.
My father’s 40-minute nightly patrol time, coupled with my mother’s lack of attention, gave me access to the forbidden fruit.
At night, I usually meet up with friends or girlfriends in the backyard to chat, and if the patio lights aren’t turned on, the backyard is practically dark.
The sisters’ rooms were on the top floor, while my parents’ room was at the other end of the walkway, across from my bedroom.
I, like the other brats, would from time to time slap my sisters’ hips or grab and rub their breasts for a little treat.
Whenever the opportunity arose, I would suddenly embrace my sister Christine from behind, or go into tailgate her into the bedroom and then fling her onto the bed and up and down her body with abandon.
A couple of times, my oldest sister and I snuck into our parents’ bedroom and then discovered the lovemaking items they had hidden in the cupboard.
We’d pull out the yellow videotape and watch it together.
I remember the last time we did this, we really almost did it.
We caressed and kissed each other, yet at the last minute, my sister refused to let me finish the final stage of lovemaking, citing that my dick looked too big.
Still, my oldest sister was very considerate and jerked me off several times.
Sitting shoulder to shoulder on the edge of the bed watching a pornographic movie, we had several orgasms together.
She would slip her hand inside her cute panties and fondle her pussy while I grabbed my rod and stroked it hard.
We even found the vibrator that Mom uses, she owns three of them, one is hidden under the mattress and the other two are in the bathroom cabinet.
She probably thought these two places were good for hiding things, forgetting that curious teenagers are capable of digging up anything.
One night Christine and I were sitting on a swing chair in the backyard, at this point she had her skirt pulled up to the very top of her thighs and was wearing no panties, showing off her pussy.
Instinctively, I stroked her lower body, which had grown some pubic hair, and smoothly inserted my finger.
At the same time, she pulled out my cock and slowly and curiously worked it up and down.
We’ve both had sex before.
She takes the pill and I love condoms.
Her boyfriend was on the varsity football team and he banged his oldest sister.
I even covered for her once or twice when she snuck out on dates.
Then, without further ado, we let things progress naturally, so I banged my oldest sister.
Christine said she didn’t have control over my nine-inch cock, so she started by bending over and performing oral services for me.
And I just leaned back in my chair, enjoying the feeling of her tongue licking my cock, while, at the same time, letting my fingers move in and out of her slit.
After a few minutes she raised her head, kissed me on the lips and said, It’s your turn to help me! I left the chair, got on my knees and started kissing my oldest sister’s pussy.
I sucked and licked, and under my onslaught, my oldest sister pressed my head dead center, still refusing to let go of me after her first orgasm, allowing me to start a second round for her.
At the moment, the cock was hard as a rock.
Getting up, I pulled her forward so that her ass was sitting on the edge of the chair, and then pushed my rod gently and slowly forward, and when my dick was about five inches long inside her, I was so excited I couldn’t help myself, and felt like I was about to cum.
My sister, who was hugging me hard, felt my difference through the walls of her vagina and quickly yelled, “Don’t cum in it! Only, she shouted too slowly, so my first wave of semen still shot in.
However, the rest of the cum squirted all over the chair and my oldest sister’s skirt.
She jumped up and wiped away a glob of cum with her hand.
She got out of her chair and said, Jimmy, look what you’ve done! Now I’m going to go wash my dress.
Don’t let anyone know what we did, you hear me? You must never tell anyone about this or Dad and Mom will kill us! She urged again and again.
I nodded my head in agreement and after she left, I tucked my cock back into my underwear and pulled my pajama pants up.
After straightening up my outfit, I entered the head of the house a few minutes later.
I was going to get toilet paper and go back to the backyard to annihilate the white evidence on the chair, but a phone call from a friend delayed me for fifteen minutes.
While I was on the phone, Mom turned on the patio light and went out to the backyard to read.
As a result, when she sat on the swing chair, her pretty dress was immediately stained with the cum I had left behind.
I was leisurely talking on the phone when I suddenly realized that the situation was not good, I immediately got up, however, before I could make any reaction, Mom had already spoken.
Get off the phone right now! I hung up the phone in a hurry and my mom asked, “Jimmy, what were you doing in the backyard? Nothing, Mom.
I didn’t do anything but talk to Christine in the chair and come back.
What did you do before you walked in the door? Mom still keeps the conversation locked up.
Mom, I really didn’t do anything.
Facts speak louder than words, and Mom turned around, showed off the cum that had gotten on her, and then asked me to follow her.
When he got to the kitchen, he grabbed paper towels and a bottle of cleaner and proceeded to hand them to me.
We walked to the backyard and the lights were still on.
Shit! The semen was still there, somewhat dried out, but it still left a stain and was even a little sticky.
Mr. Jimmy! Wipe it clean! Mom gave the order and didn’t move to watch me.
While wiping, I still insisted that I was innocent.
Mom finally spoke up and said, “Okay, then take off your pants and we’ll see if you’re lying.
What? My head is spinning.
Mom repeated the words and stated that she would not hesitate to expel me from the house if I continued to lie.
I couldn’t understand how she could ask for such a thing, but I didn’t want to disobey, so I had to do as I was told.
And as I pulled my outer pants down to my knees, Mom suddenly stepped in and pulled my underwear down! She looked at my cock, which was still a little wet, and noticed a large circle of stains in the center of my underwear.
It was the most embarrassing moment of my life! Mom proceeded to pull my pants down to my calves and looked at my semi-soft cock, her hand and the rod just inches apart.
What’s this? She asked, pointing to the stain on her panties.
I felt very frustrated at being dismantled, and at this point, my mom looked at me while I scowled.
After a while, I started apologizing.
Mom didn’t say a word, just stared at my dick.
After a minute or two of silence, she helped me put my pants back on and asked me to clean up the chair and have a nice chat with her.
The oldest sister at home still doesn’t know what’s going on.
And I was fucking disturbed because I had just been grounded for three days for being caught by a teacher passing around pornographic photos during class.
As she cleaned up, my mom didn’t move to watch me with a murderous look in her eyes.
Then I went back to the house, ready to be reprimanded.
Suddenly, my oldest sister and my oldest sister came downstairs into the kitchen and started making sandwiches.
They made a sausage cheese flavor for me, and while we were serving it, Mom was reading a book in the backyard.
After finishing her milk, her oldest sister, Cindy, went back to her bedroom to get ready for bed.
Seizing the opportunity, I told Kristen what had just happened.
She freaked out and demanded that I not let Mom know what we had just done, no matter what.
I assured her again and again that I would never give away anything.
After all, I was more afraid than she was of the consequences that might ensue if this became known.
As Christine was getting ready to go to her room, Mom came in and they exchanged goodnights, then turned off the lights in the living room and kitchen.
Back in the bedroom, after taking a shower, my mom entered my room and split her hairs asking if my sister was around when I ejaculated.
My oldest sister had already left when I said I masturbated, so she didn’t know what I did.
Mom proceeded to mentally educate me, saying that he could understand teenagers having sexual urges, but that I should find a private place to vent instead of desecrating my body in public.
After all the nagging, my mom forbade me to go to bed.
She wanted me to reflect on the situation and come up with a reasonable punishment, and if I punished myself too lightly, she did not rule out discussing with my father how the matter should be handled.
Sitting in my room, my head was confused beyond belief.
I’m fucking terrified of my father finding out about this.
I imagined his first reaction would definitely be to pull the belt off his body and give me a good whipping.
Mom turned on the faucet and got ready to take a shower, a few minutes later she left the master bedroom and walked towards the bathroom, she was only wrapped in a towel at this point and I could see her clearly because of the proximity of our rooms.
My oldest sister had been asleep for thirty minutes, and at the moment I was very sleepy.
But I had to be sober and wait for mom to allow it.
As I passed the front of my room, I saw my mom’s entire backside.
The towel only covered the front, her back and ass were uncovered.
After about ten minutes of listening to the water in the shower, she opened the door and yelled in my direction for a clean towel.
I grabbed a towel from the cabinet at the bottom of the walkway and knocked on the bathroom door.
Come on in, Jimmy! The moment I opened the door, I was just in time to see my mother lift her left foot and step on the edge of the bathtub, while the right foot that was on the floor revealed a beautiful muscular line.
Oh, my God! Looking behind me, I could see her pink private parts! I stood there, not knowing how to react, and after a few seconds of flabbergasted silence, I said, “Here you go, Mom.
Instead of turning around, Mom asked me to dry her back for her.
I took a few steps forward and rubbed her shoulders as well as her back a few times in succession before saying done.
The entire back rub should have taken less than two minutes, and I did it in a hurry, worrying if she would turn around and slap me.
Okay, honey, thanks! Mom’s posture is still the same.
I turned to get ready to leave, and on the eve of closing the door behind me, reluctantly looked at her pretty slutty pussy for a few more moments.
Walking on the porch, my dick was hard as hell.
Back in the room, there was no sign of it getting any softer.
Looking up at the clock, it’s half past ten.
A few minutes later, I heard the bathroom door open and Mom came to the front of my room, her toes very close to the door.
The bottom line was that she was naked! Mom’s pubic hair was obviously well trimmed and presented a perfect image.
Two huge tits sagged slightly, topped by two light brown nipples.
I don’t know what to say, much less what to do.
Shocked, all I could feel was the difference in my cock.
She looked at me and said gently, Thinking about it? Wait for me, I’ll come over later.
I watched my mom enter walking towards her room, she gave me a smile back and stood by the bed, grabbed her green robe then put it on.
Straightening her robe slightly, she returned to the walkway.
I heard her go up to the third floor towards the sisters’ rooms, which I knew because there was something wrong with the stairs going up to the third floor, so they all made a grating sound when I stepped on them.
Then I heard her turn around and my mom poked her head into my door and asked me to come into her bedroom.
Covering my crotch with my hand, I walked into my mother’s bedroom and saw her half lying on the bed.
Her robe was still on, but it couldn’t hide her pussy.
I tried not to look at it for fear that it was my mother’s quiz for me and that if I reacted in any strange way she would get her hands on me and punish me.
I guessed that my mother would deliberately tease me, then she would ask me to go to my room, then she would wait outside my room, and if she heard any commotion that might have been caused by my masturbation, she would immediately rush into the room and beat me up, like Christine had been seared for lying last year.
I remember the day a boy came to visit Christine.
She wouldn’t let the boy into our house, but did talk by the door for about five minutes before the boy left.
A neighbor told her mother about it, and after dinner, Old Mother asked Christine what she had done in the evening, to which Christine answered no.
Mom asked her if she had been approached and she still said no.
Mom got up to leave and came back with an extra belt in her hand, and without warning, she began to whip Christine’s back.
Taking the pain, the older sister got up in a hurry and tried to block her mother’s attack with her hands.
Mom was relentless, grabbing her older sister’s clothes, then tearing and beating them painfully.
The old sister couldn’t help but cry out.
Mom just drove her flat in the kitchen, chasing her oldest sister from the kitchen to the living room, and in the end, her oldest sister even got her bra knocked off.
My oldest sister and I screamed and begged our mom to stop.
She stopped, but it was fifteen minutes later.
Christine’s body was covered in blood-red whip marks, and Mom was pointing at us with a grimace, warning that if we dared to lie, she’d put her hands on us and finish us off.
At this moment, these horrible memories came back to mind one by one.
Suddenly it came back to me when I was twelve years old, Thanksgiving night, she smelled smoke on me, and without a second thought, in front of a crowd of family and friends, she beat the crap out of me.
Sit down, honey.
Mom interrupts my thoughts and slaps her hand on the bed.
After sitting down, I put my eyes on her face, careful not to ogle her figure.
Have you thought about your punishment? Jimmy? Not yet.
Okay.
If you’re willing to tell the truth, maybe I can let you go and not tell your dad.
Willing to tell the truth? Let’s talk like two adults.
Okay, Mom, I will.
That’s good! Look at me. How do I look? You look great, Mom.
You are beautiful! Mom suddenly reached down and stroked my thighs, then let her palm move across my pants where my cock was.
I was still confused, not sure if mom was quizzing me or actually wanting me to fuck her.
Let me see you, Jimmy, stand up.
Getting up, I looked at her as she flipped my pants down and then the rod popped out.
Mom’s move scared me so much that I couldn’t move.
Mom sat up straight and grabbed my dick in her hand, teasing the horse’s eye with her fingers and stroking the pre-cum secreting from the glans.
Here, you go ahead and lock up your bedroom.
Close the door when you come back to Mom’s room.
But then I can’t go back to my bedroom.
Do as I say. Go on, and when you come back to close the door, remember to lock it.
I could only do as I was told, taking a few steps, locking my bedroom and turning back into Mom’s room, locking her door behind her.
Mom stood up at this point, put her index finger to her lips, and said, If your sister or your sister comes downstairs and sees our rooms all locked, they’ll think we’re all asleep.
I walked towards the bed and Mom pulled me towards her, then, she gave me a kiss and her tongue entered my mouth.
I naturally responded with a movement, my fingers quickly coming to rest on her hot, wet slit.
I held her close and kissed her passionately while letting my fingers pump in and out of my slutty pussy.
I wanted to lick her cunt for her, but she wanted me to take my pants off first.
Climbing onto the bed, Mom spread her legs wide open and grabbed my cock and drove it into her slit.
It’s so wet, so slippery and so hot, I’ve never had such a great cunt.
With the first stroke, my brother was almost all the way inside her.
Mom’s hands tightened around my neck and pressed me down, kissing me passionately, our tongues entwined.
I kissed myself into oblivion, while my lower body moved with vigor, fucking a good cunt I’d never experienced before.
After a few minutes, she threw her head back and started moaning loudly.
I was startled and said, Shhh, keep it down, Mom, you’ll wake everyone up.
Mom opened her eyes, smiled, and then closed them.
She put her hands on my ass and lifted her legs higher.
But after a few seconds of silence, with her eyes closed, she began to moan again.
While her pussy lips spread wider, my rod grew larger, just enough to fill her lustful pussy.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck! I fucked her obliviously, and all that existed between us was her mmmm moans and loud breathing.
After eight to ten minutes, my mother began to react violently, and I could feel the rapid opening and closing of her walls of flesh, clamping my rod in unbelievable comfort.
As my hands rubbed her arse harder, she started to let loose again.
I hastily collected myself and withdrew my cock so that my orgasm wouldn’t come too soon.
I kissed her aggressively in order to calm her down a bit.
We made love, sweated, and the room was filled with lust.
Observing my mom’s physical reactions, I’d guess she’d had about five orgasms.
Already at the limit of my patience, I had my mother lie flat on her back, raised her head, and thrust my cock into her again.
I was alive and well, like the earlier pumping hadn’t happened.
I fucked her like crazy, and Mom just lay back and took it, taking it as my sweat dripped down her cheeks.
As I climaxed, I gripped her ass hard and leaned her body as far into me as I could, trying to get my cock into the deepest part of my pussy.
I cum inside her, her body trembling as she mumbles oooooohhhhhh and my name.
I let my lips press against hers, soothing her hiss with a kiss.
After a few moments of rules, I listened sideways for movement in the house.
No sound, everything seems to be in order.
After a few minutes, Mom suddenly hugged me tightly, sucking hard on my neck and licking my chest.
Her efforts left four strawberries on me, two on my neck and two on my chest.
Tomorrow, I will proudly display them on campus.
Knowing that I hadn’t woken my sister, I got up and walked over to the window, my cock still covered in cum and still very hard.
Opening the window, I took a few breaths of fresh air and looked at the stars as I closed the window and turned back to bed.
For the next ninety minutes, Mom and I fucked three more times in a big way.
When I was done, I wanted to have sex, but my mom said no.
She got up and changed the sheets, throwing the sweat and lust stained sheets into the washing machine, and finally sprayed some perfume and deodorant in the room to clean it briefly.
The next day, Mom insisted that my sister and brother go to a women’s etiquette class.
That way, two nights a week, the two of us would have hours and hours of alone time.
Whenever we get the chance, wherever we are, we make love.
Of course, I still dabble with Christine, but I don’t dare let Mom know.
And of course I didn’t let my oldest sister know about my affair with Mom.
My relationship with Christine came to an end when she went to college.
She was engaged to her high school boyfriend, and it was a twelve-hour drive to the university, which they traveled together from time to time.
And for the next two years, my mother and I made love more times than I can count, in very varied ways.
And when I changed into a college student, the number of times I fried with my mother plummeted; it wasn’t that she wasn’t attractive anymore, it was just that I had to live in school.
The above account is from twenty-one years ago.
With the first time, there will be two or three or even countless times.
It doesn’t matter if it’s an old sister or a mother, we’ll share fish and water whenever we get the chance, no matter the place or time.
Now, at thirty-six, I’ve been married for a long time and working for almost fourteen years.
I’m a vice president of some company, make a lot of money, have four kids, and as for their names, I beg to differ.
The road back home is an eight-hour drive, so I don’t go back to visit my parents from time to time.
However, usually whenever I went back, or when they came over for a visit, my mother and I managed to knock out openings for sex.
Seriously, she’s still great! Three months ago, I was assigned to work back home.
After a 20-mile journey, I finally made it back to my hometown.
Father, who is rarely at home now, has now started breeding horses for the Racing Association and is responsible for breeding good stock.
The job allowed him and his mom to make a good living.
The first week home, my mother assisted us in unpacking.
I wanted to fuck her, but my wife and kids were there, so I had to stop.
However, three days ago, my wife took the kids back to her mother’s house to visit both parents, while my mother stayed home to help me organize my room.
Honestly, she’s gained about fifteen pounds.
However, it doesn’t take away from her charm, sexiness, as always.
That night, we fell asleep in each other’s arms.
I never knew that sex with a woman twenty years removed in age could be very enjoyable, and it was my mother’s performance that made me realize that.
Now, my mother and I plan to travel to Christine’s graduation.
It takes about sixteen hours to get to their school.
I already had a plan to drive eight hours, then find a hotel to stay with my mother and continue the rest of the way the next day.
For these two days, my mother’s flesh will belong entirely to me.
It’s a real pleasure to be back home.