Will the cycle never end? I swear the devil has chosen my family as his house of incest. It all started with my sister, mother and me.
My parents were divorced when I was a young child and I lived with my paternal grandparents and father on a farm. I was my mother's favorite child. I'd cry at night and beg my father to allow me to be with her. When my mother refused to reconcile with my father, he committed suicide. I was 14 years old.
Since I was such a difficult child, my grandparents asked my mother if she'd be willing to take me. Being her favorite child, she readily agreed.
I didn't get to see a lot of my mother because she was busy managing the restaurants she owned. This left me alone with my two sisters most of the day. The closest to me in age, April, was 16 and the younger sister, Summer, was 13. Both sisters had matured early and had acquired my mother's physique: large breasts, narrow waist and gorgeous, round, asses; black hair, blue eyes, perfect lips and aquiline noses completed their stunning looks. They so closely resembled one another, they could be twins.
My 14-year-old hormones were percolating from the constant feminine stimuli. I wasn't used to being around women. My sisters thought nothing of walking around in panties and bra; and my mother wore a revealing nightgown after her evening shower. I'd never seen a totally naked woman, however. For some reason, I had a strong desire to see a woman's pubic hair more than any other feature.
My mother sought ways to dispel what she believed was my grief over my father's death. The truth was, I was thrilled to be living with her and my sisters, but my shyness conveyed a different message, I suppose. A customer of hers thought that it'd be a good idea for me to attend summer camp and he helped her make arrangements for me to go to a church camp. She thought this would take my mind off of my father's suicide.
About three days after arriving at the camp, outside the girl's shower, I saw an opportunity to see my first naked woman. I climbed on top of a 55-gallon drum and peeked through the window. The showers were without stalls. There was an 18-year-old camp counselor I'd fantasized about, and several teenage girls of varying ages, standing naked under the cascading water. I goggled bug-eyed at them for at least 10 minutes. It was fantastic.
Imagine my surprise that evening when my mother and sisters arrived at the camp to take me home. A minister had seen me peeking through the window and had called my mother. He thought a church camp was no place for a boy like me, he had told her. I was so ashamed and embarrassed I couldn't speak all the way home. My sisters sat in the backseat giggling. Fortunately, nothing was said to cause me further anguish.
The next morning I got up to pee and closed the door. Afterwards, as I began to brush my teeth my sister opened the door and asked if I minded if she showered.
"No, I'll be through in just a minute," I said.
"That's ok, I don't mind if you watch."
With that, she slipped out of her negligee and stood naked before me.
"Hand me the soap," she said.
My face turned beet red and my pecker sprang out the hole of my pajama bottoms.
"Mmmm. I see you have a nice cock," she said. "Have you ever made love to a girl before?"
"Would you like to touch my breasts? I don't mind."
I gulped and said, "I'd like that very much." I cupped both breasts with my hands and manipulated them.
"They're really nice. Can I suck them?"
"Oh, yes," she said as I lowered my mouth to her nipples.
"Is this what you wanted to see when you looked through the shower windows at camp?"
"Yes, but I really wanted to see pubic hair. I love your thick patch, by the way. May I touch it?"
"If I can touch your penis," she replied.
I was so ecstatic. I massaged her pussy, feeling her wetness, and ran my fingers through her thick bush. Precum was flowing out of my rock hard penis.
"Has anyone ever put his penis in there?"
"Just once. When I dated Freddie he wanted to do it. He stopped seeing me afterwards so I haven't let anyone else touch it since. But I love the way you touch me."
"Did you like it when Freddie fucked you?"
"All I can remember is that it hurt right at first and it didn't last long. His goo made such a mess, but I kinda liked the feeling. Would you like to put your penis in there?"
"Definitely. Is mother gone?"
"Yes, and Summer is sleeping. She won't be up until noon, you know her. Why don't we go to your room?"
We slipped under my covers and began exploring each other's bodies and fucked like monkeys all morning. Afterwards, my sheets were so wet with our mixed juices that she washed them and helped me make the bed. We made love at least once every day and often several times a day. She obtained my mother's permission to get a birth control prescription so I wouldn't have to use a condom.
"I like to ride bareback," she said.
"You've been reading too many sexual novels," I responded, but I loved her mature expertise.
Our apartment was above a store that sold leather goods to horsemen. At night, the street lights softly lit the rooms. I loved the leather smell from the shop below and the sounds of the street outside; the nightly hoot of a train passing through town called me to imagined destinations.
The layout of the apartment was such that my sister's and my bedrooms were at one end of the apartment; my mother's was at the other end. A kitchen, a dining room, and a living room extended between the apartments. This allowed my mother to have privacy which she took advantage of. She was a promiscuous woman who entertained several gentlemen, most of whom were married.
I remember one gentleman, in particular. He was a used car salesman with a wife and two teen-aged children. He wasn't particularly attractive and I didn't understand what a beautiful woman like my mother saw in him. Although she had married young and had three children early in the marriage, she had retained her youthful good looks.
I remember the first time I saw her naked. There were two entryways to our apartment, one from the street and one from the alley, which allowed easy access. One evening I entered through the alley doorway. Evidently, they thought I wouldn't be home for quite awhile because they had left her bedroom door open. Although the lights were off, I could see them silhouetted against the streetlights through the windows. The springs squeaked and the headboard was pounding against the wall.
He was just dismounting from the missionary position and turning her over to do it doggy style when I saw what she found so appealing about him. His cock was extremely long and fat. I watched as his big cock entered her from the rear and they frantically fucked one another. My mother screamed in ecstasy. As they neared completion, I slipped unnoticed behind my bedroom door and watched through the crack as my mother went to the bathroom cupping her hand beneath her to keep the cum from spilling onto the floor. Her large breasts swung from side to side. She had a large black patch of pubic hair. I knew then that I wanted to fuck my mother.
I left the apartment to go shoot some pool with some friends. When I returned home, I came up the stairs from the street making a lot of noise in case they were still at it. When I came into the living room my mother was in her transparent negligee watching television. He'd apparently gone home and she had showered.
"Hi, Mom. Whatcha watchin?"
"Nothing worth watching," she said.
She grabbed a Philip Morris, lit it and patted the couch next to her.
"Would you like a cigarette?"
"Sure," I said as I sat down beside her.
I thought it was strange that she was offering me a cigarette since she had lectured me about it once when she had caught me smoking on the back steps.
"Son, I've been thinking about you."
"Well, about the incident at the church camp."
"Mom, I'm so sorry. I know I embarrassed you. I don't know what to say. I was just curious about girls, that's all."
"Well, it's natural to be curious. Healthy, actually. You know you're my favorite child, but since you've lived away from me all these years, in a way I don't think of you as my son. Does that make sense? Do you understand what I'm trying to say?
"Kinda, I guess."
She put out her cigarette and scooted close to me. She grabbed my hand and placed it on her breast. They were larger than April's with huge brown aureoles.
"I want you to satisfy your curiosity. I don't mind. I like to be touched."
She stood up, and pulled me to my feet. She removed her negligee and stood naked before me. I recalled her hand cupped underneath her pussy and her swinging breasts as she walked to the bathroom. My cock was straining against my shorts.
"Hold me, son. Run your hands over my body."
I held her close to me and felt her round ass, her narrow waist and hips, and then I kissed her perfumed neck. "Oh, yes. That feels so good. Come to my bedroom. Get undressed."
"What about my sisters?"
"They are both staying overnight with friends. This is our chance to explore each other."
I couldn't believe what was happening. I recalled how badly I wanted to fuck her just two hours ago. Now, in her bedroom where she'd just entertained another man, it looked like I was going to get my chance.
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