I heard mom call my name as usual when dinner was ready, and I went into the kitchen to see her wearing a very revealing dress, showing off the curves I knew she had because I glance at them way too much. But she was there now, serving three plates, putting two on the table.
"Sit down sweetie. You can start."
I obey, and as I take my first bite I watch as she sits with me. The third plate is left on the counter and a moment later my dad walks in the kitchen to get it, like a zombie, picking it up and heading back to whatever game he was watching. Don’t even think he noticed her cleavage. Anyway, I keep on eating but it’s impossible for me to not look, and I keep on looking up at mom and she just watches me closely, slowly eating her food, pushing her arms together ever so slightly, as if she’s putting on a show for me. None of us are saying a word, so I look up and smile awkwardly and dart my eyes back down.
"It’s alright baby."
I look up slowly and she laughs a bit to herself, watching me blush but I then loosen up a bit, glance more and more at those tits, until I’m full on just staring at them, taking it in, and she just continues taking slow, succulent bites out of her meal.
This becomes the next ten minutes more or less as we eat and finish our meals. She puts her fork down and asks what I’m going to do now.
"Uhh, I think I’m going to relax in my room, maybe take a nap."
She smirked and looked at me up and down, well aware of what her boy was actually going to be doing. “You mind if I join you? Your father, that man’s on the game for the next few hours and it’s been a minute since I had some nice quality time with my hijo.”
I nod yes very slowly, still taking in what was happening.
She smiled, and leaned in, giving me an even closer view of her breasts while she kept her elbows on the table, moving and pointing her index finger at me while talking softly. “Why don’t you go to your room baby, take off your clothes and wait for me under the sheets. I’ll be there in a few minutes to help relax you…”
She felt extreme pleasure but also extreme guilt. She had been faithful to her husband up until this afternoon, when she decided to give in to her son’s friend’s incessant flirting. She thought rationalizing this “little bit of fun” by blaming it on her dull sex life would be easy, but no, she was making out with this kid while the thoughts ran through her mind of her husband, and of her dear son that would not approve of this at all. What if all his friends at school found out? She said “we should stop” and he just ignored her, kept on pumping her out while she gave up and rubbed her nipples.
He stopped for a moment and declared rather politely: “Mrs. Johnson, I’m gonna fuck you in the ass, alright?” She stared at him in shock. “No! You can’t do that!” The sex took a pause as she started talking about how she had never done it before, how she had standards and that women weren’t supposed to do those things. Deep down inside she thought that particular act would be the last nail in the coffin, her last bit of decency removed, more so since she denied her husband whenever he tried to make the same move, and she started whispering. “Please don’t,” but the kid wasn’t even listening anymore. He actually stopped paying attention few minutes ago while deciding what to do, and thought it was best if he just took the lead and so he shoved her down and stuck his cock in the mom’s ass and fucked her right while she looked on in horror and ecstasy, and every time she begged him to stop he just fucked her faster and faster until all you heard was the frantic slapping of his nuts on her cheeks, until he busted his load in there while thrusting with such intensity she had to hang on to the couch for dear life. She never rejected him, never stood up for herself. She just took it all in, getting up and walking the son’s friend out the door with a slight limp. He didn’t even say goodbye when he left, instead just calling some friend of his as soon as he stepped outside.
A small part of me was ashamed of what I had done to my little sister, what I had turned her into. I decided to ramp up the innocent flirting I’d always be doing with her, complimented her flower dress and suggested she sit on my lap one time when we were in the house alone watching a movie, having some drinks and she obliged me with a bit of hesitation, gasping when feeling the erection I was getting but she never stood up. She smiled actually, and looked at me. She started to kiss me but then pulled back, telling me we couldn’t be doing this. I promised her it would be a one time thing, just to get it out of our systems, and she agreed, told me she’d been feeling the same way. She confessed her true submissive nature and I took advantage of it, calling her a bitch and ordering her around like a slave, and she was just amazed at how arousing that was to her.
Well after that night she whispered in my ear about wanting to repeat the night, gradually getting more aggressive, grabbing my crotch right when our parents were there, dressing up in tighter skirts and applying more makeup to get my attention. Our mother was concerned but I was aroused, and I shoved her head down my dick as soon as we had some privacy, not letting her speak because she didn’t have shit to say. Now, the guilt is starting to get to me, of how lustful she has become. I don’t even chase her anymore but she finds me when I get out the shower, shoves me to the floor and looks at me with hazy eyes as she sucks and jerks me off, not even aware of how much of a slut she had become for her brother, not aware of the concern her peers had about her new trashy appearance. No, she locked eyes with me and did her job until I came, until the last drops of my jizz ended up on her tongue, her once-pristine hair, and she didn’t even stop. Just continued working my dick as if there was nothing else that mattered in her life.
I'm sharing a room with my brother on holiday and he started wanking about a Meter away from Me. Is it wrong that I got really fucking horny?
This is like asking the drug dealer if it’s wrong that you got high, so you probably know my answer already: it’s not wrong (imo). Embrace it, use it to get off much more easily than you will have in the past. Because at this point, let’s face it, it probably is already :)
My aunt was always a little bit liberal, I knew that; we were frank with topics of sex and such, and she would allow my tight hugs to linger whenever I visited, push her tits together through her blouse ever so subtly whenever she caught me looking at that beautiful cleavage of hers. Still, I found myself surprised as I was in her room now, watching her jiggle those breasts for me while her boyfriend was at work. Well… for the camera really, which I was recording her with. She asked for my help in getting some NSFW video of her for her to upload on whatever “casual dating” profile she had online (again, we were quite open with each other, and I didn’t like that guy anyway) - the first thing I asked was why she needed me and my camera instead of the multitude of other options right in her home. She laughed. “Because I enjoy your company, baby. And because I know you enjoy these…” Fair enough.
It was a long first day in Vegas, so many things going on at the job that I had to travel here for but my daughter really wanted to come along, “enjoy the sights.” But we went out in the evening and after a few drinks back at the room she confessed something very personal to me, an attraction she had that she shouldn’t be having, and while I tried to convey to her the variety of men she could be fooling around with here, all the things she could be doing she reasserted that there was only one man that she was ever into. She took my hands and looked up at me, waiting for my approval. What was I do to, except make my sweetheart happy?
After a moment of reflecting on how much of a woman my daughter had become, I smiled and told her. “You know, I don’t think we need to go anywhere tonight. We just got here, so we should stay in, just relax I think.”
She was at ease now, smiling back. “I would like that…”
So while we stared at each other affectionately, I started undressing: slipping off my shoes, removing my tie, unbuttoning my shirt, as she just watched me closely, looking up and down. I took my socks and pants off and then went up to her just in my briefs, gave her the honor of removing my last piece of clothing. She did it slowly, seductively, and started using her mouth and her hands to show me how unlike her mother she was.
He warned his mother that this day would come, that all that pent-up lust that she helped him unearth would rear its ugly head soon. She kept on telling him that he needed to be more aggressive with women, wasn’t the most supportive of moms when he lamented about the latest dumb girl to leave his ass for whatever reason; she rolled her eyes told him it was his fault. She even took his hands a few time and put it on her tit or her ass and scoffed when he instinctively pulled back in shock.
So she knew, deep down inside this was her fault. Waking up from a nap that she doesn’t remember getting into, realizing that she was tied down and that her own son was having his way with her, fucking her raw, and that there were a number of other boys in the room with their dicks out, seemingly waiting their turn. The son wanted to go easy on this woman who raised him, while making a big point, and he started to speak with equal parts revenge, lust and affection. “Is this what you wanted mom? You want me to be the asshole that gets the girl, right? Not some loser like dad who you continue to sleep with on your bed, wasting your time? You just want to get fucked, is that it? By me? By my friends? By real men with big dicks?” All somewhat rhetorical as he had his hand over her mouth so she wouldn’t wake up his dad, but she just teared up and was nodding yes, yes while feeling what would be the first of many cumshots unloading in her that night.
I was the third wheel on this vacation with my aunt and her latest boyfriend, a man who made no effort to hide his intentions, making her scream in the room next door while the walls were thumping. I knew how my aunt was, how much she got around, but I wasn’t one to judge.
Still, she always told me how much I was her “favorite man,” how much she adored me and all. Even now on this trip, she still whispered that in my ear while her man was out fetching drinks, giving my ear a light kiss and giggling moments before he returned. The big surprise she had for me though, which was intentional on her part, was not telling me that her boo would not stay the entire trip for work-related reasons. Yes, she knew all along that he would leave three days before the check-out date, which explained her amusement at my visible disdain of the situation.
That day came and the boyfriend shook my hand and said “Take good care of her” before heading out, and I walked back to the room to find the radio on, her on the balcony dancing her ass and putting on a show. She was inviting me to the balcony without even saying a word, so I walked up right behind her, and she just continued dancing, her ass rubbing up against me now as she took both my hands and placed them around her. She leaned her head back against my neck. “Isn’t this what you wanted? You want your tia to help you redeem this trip, baby?”