Chapter 34B

[This chapter is an alternate take on the events of March 30 - 31. This version contains mother-son incest. You can skip it if that bothers you.]

March 30

I woke up way too early because of the noise of Mom and Dad having sex and lay there stroking my cock while I listened. I didn’t get off before they stopped, though. I shrugged when my parents’ shower started up, let my hard-on deflate and got dressed for the day. I was in the kitchen, eating my second bowl of cereal, when Dad rushed out the door. “I have a flight to catch,” Dad said. “Be good for your mother.”

Not two minutes after he was out the door, I heard Mom asking me to come upstairs. I expected her to be in her own bedroom, but she was in mine, lying on my bed in a sheer nightgown that showed off her figure, which is pretty good for a woman in her forties. Being the horny fifteen-year-old I am, I was hard in seconds. Her nipples were dark and obvious under the light blue material, and I probably could have seen a dark patch where her pubic hair should have been, but I learned over Presidents’ Day weekend that Mom shaves her pussy.

“I need a favor from you,” Mom whispered.

“Sure,” I nodded. “What is it?”

“We played too long and your dad had to hurry to make his flight,” Mom said. “He left a load in me and I could use another orgasm or three. Want a taste of your old Mom?”

“You’re not old, Mom,” I assured her, “but I know you’re tasty.” She smiled and spread her legs wide. I dived in and slurped up the cream Dad had left in her. In just a matter of minutes, she climaxed and forced more of the goo out for my searching tongue.

“So why are we in my bed and not yours?” I asked. “It’s a lot roomier in there.”

“Two reasons,” Mom answered. “The first is that I came in here looking for you. If you’d been asleep when I got here, then you’d have had a very pleasant surprise to wake you up.”

“I think I was awakened quite nicely actually,” I kidded. “Just listening to you guys was so hot. And the other reason?”

“You forgot about the cameras in the master bedroom,” Mom said. “I don’t think the Kowalskis need to know about you and me.”

“You’re right about that,” I answered, “I did forget. This might be too kinky, even for the Kowalskis.”

“Enough of that,” Mom giggled as she pulled the nightie off over her head. “We woke you up early and ‘made’ you listen to us fucking, and then you were so sweet to lick me clean like you did. I should make it up to you before you have to leave for school.”

She did. Twice. First, I fucked her and licked all my cream out of her and then she sucked me off and fed my load back to me in a sexy kiss. When we had caught our breath from that, Mom pulled her nightie back on and went to take a shower in her bathroom while I cleaned up in mine. When Mom dropped me off at school, she said she would be there to pick me up after classes and that Katie could come home with me. “Just in case the Garretts are still around,” she claimed, though I was pretty sure they were in jail for violating the restraining order. I wasn’t going to complain, though.

I had trouble concentrating at school because I was thinking about being with Katie in the afternoon, as well as the crazy events of this morning with Mom. I only got caught daydreaming once. My history teacher didn’t appreciate not having my undivided attention on the formation of the League of Nations. He wasn’t too hard on me, so I managed to get through the day. The worst part was having to carry my books in front of me to hide my hard-on as I walked between classes.

I caught up with Katie right after classes and told her Mom was picking us up because she was still worried about the Garretts and their crazy pastor. There were a lot of people around and I didn’t want to be overheard so I didn’t tell her what Mom had said about letting us have our privacy in my room. Katie and I didn’t have to wait long before Mom pulled up to take us to the house.

In the car, Mom was doing the usual ‘how was your day’ interrogation as Katie and I rode in the back seat. We were quickly home and inside the house, dropping our backpacks and shedding our jackets.

“Go on up to your room, John,” Mom told me. “I want to talk to Katie for just a second.” She gave me a wink that Katie didn’t see, so I knew it was all okay, but Katie looked nervous.

In my room, I kicked off my shoes and pulled some homework out of my backpack. I had been working on my Algebra for about ten minutes before Katie came up to my room. She shut the door behind her, locked it and turned to face me with a big grin on her face.

“Your mom is so cool!” she said as she started stripping out of her clothes. “I thought she was going to lecture me but she told me she was aware that you and I make love when you’re at my house on Saturdays. The she told me she’d leave us alone for a couple of hours and we could lock the door. Hurry and get your clothes off! I want you so bad!”

I hopped up from my chair and started stripping like Katie had demanded. She was out of her clothes first because she had a head start. I’m not complaining, though. She pushed me backward until the backs of my legs hit the bed and then pushed me over and climbed on top of me. Her kisses were frantic.

“I finally get to make love with you in your bed!”

So, there I am, stretched crosswise on the bed, naked, with my feet on the floor with my equally naked girlfriend lying on top of me, kissing me frantically. When she felt my cock starting to throb from the heat of her kisses, she slid off to the side and got up on her knees. She did that almost without breaking our kiss. Being off to the side meant that her wonderful boobs weren’t mashed against my chest, but it let her reach down and start stroking my cock. That felt really good. I could also reach around and play with her butt, sneak a feel of her sopping wet pussy and even reach under her and play with her nipples.

Her plan in all this soon became clear as she started kissing her way down my body. My neck was licked, my collarbones were tongued, my nipples were sucked and my navel was probed as Katie worked her way down to her goal and took my erection in her mouth. Before long, though, she moved on to the next item on her agenda. Katie let my cock fall from her mouth, moved up to kiss me lovingly and then rolled onto her back with her head on my pillow. She spread her legs really wide.

“Come up here and make love to me, John,” Katie ordered. “I’ve wanted to do it in your bed since forever and today we finally get the chance.”

I obeyed the command but stopped along the way to plant a kiss on her clitoris and suck each nipple before I settled in between my girlfriend’s thighs. My cock, still wet from Katie’s too-brief blowjob, found its target without help and I slid into her easily. We were looking into each other’s eyes as I reached full depth in her pussy and she sighed contentedly while giving my dick a squeezing with her internal muscles.

“I love you, Katie,” I whispered to her. She responded by pulling my head down and delivering a scorcher of a kiss as her ankles locked themselves together behind my knees. We started moving together. Our motions were slow and gentle at first but picked up both speed and power over time as our lust for each other grew.

By the time I grunted and drove my cock as deeply in Katie’s pussy as I could make it go while I released a flood of my cum into her, we had moved beyond making love and into serious fucking. Katie had climaxed several times by then, in such a way that it was difficult to keep count, and had another huge orgasm when she felt me cum inside her. We lay there and panted for breath for a couple of minutes before Katie nudged me off to the side and rolled me onto my back.

The next thing I knew, my girlfriend was planting her just-fucked pussy on my mouth as she started sucking my cock to clean our combined sex juices from it. I had left a huge deposit in the end I was cleaning up despite having cum a couple of times the night before. I wondered if being half-aroused all day like I had been helped make more semen in the same way that being teased with an hour-long blowjob can do. That’s a question worthy of researching, and I think the experiments could be fun.

Katie managed a couple more orgasms while we were licking each other clean. When she seemed to think I was sufficiently hard enough, she flipped around and started riding me. Her motions were mostly grinding, keeping me deep inside her while she rolled her hips in little circles. Her clit must have been getting rubbed just right because her pussy was squeezing and rippling around my dick. It felt amazing to me and seemed to feel amazing to Katie, too, because she was regularly making the moans and sighs and other noises I associate with her orgasms.

It was only at the end when she started to get more energetic with her riding as she chased the big climax that seemed to be eluding her.

“Push up into me, John!” she urged. “I need it harder so I can cum. Make me cum, baby.”

I grabbed her hips and did my best to thrust up into her pussy while pulling her down against me. That seemed to do the trick and Katie finally caught the big one she’d been after. It also did the trick for me and I joined her in the ecstasy of a mutual orgasm that left us both sweaty and breathless.

Katie reached behind her and pulled the covers up over us, still lying on me as we kissed and cuddled in the aftermath of sex. I could have stayed like that forever. We didn’t have forever but we did have a nice long time of cuddling before Mom knocked on my door. Katie didn’t even flinch this time, since she knew the door was locked and she knew we had permission to be in here doing what we had done.

“Katie, honey,” Mom called out, “your mother just called to say she’s on her way here from work. You should probably get cleaned up.”

Katie and I hurried through a shower without getting her hair wet, made sure we’d washed our faces and used a little mouthwash and then dressed and went downstairs to wait for Becky to show up. We were waiting in the kitchen with Mom while she fussed with final details of the dinner she’d cooked while Katie and I were in my room.