Chapter 2: Fuck the Rules!

Over the next weeks, following the “Poolside Event”, I took advantage of Leah’s naughty teasing and fucked her relentlessly. Leading up to that, I spied on her from her closet, watching her masturbate with either a large cucumber, an electric toothbrush, or hairbrush handle. When she fucked her friend, Sadie, I made some noise, and got busted. They forced me to have sex with them. (Poor kid) The Pandora’s Box had opened, and anything was possible. I got a lot of practice fucking Sadie and Sis. My confidence and hubris shot through the roof. I knew I HAD to fuck Mom. It didn’t bother me that it was “against the rules”. (Fuck the rules!) I was already fucking my sister, so why not my mom, too? “Pussy is pussy”, when it comes down to it. (Right, guys? Admit it!).

Leah was not only fucking me. No, she was fucking Dad, too! (Read “My Sister and Dad” to understand how things rolled out and how by default, Mom and I were to get “better acquainted”.) Good ol’ Dad was tapping that seventeen-year-old pussy. I suspected something was going on with them for years. Dad spoke to her in a lover’s tone, especially if he thought no one was listening. Of course, I was. (In the timeline of who was fucking who (or is it “whom”?) in our family, it was me with Leah first, and Leah with Dad next, (although there was some overlap), and finally Mom with me. And it was kickstarted by us watching Dad and Leah fuck in the basement game room. Back to the story.)

Troy and I discussed the possibility of me fucking my mom. He knew I was fucking Leah, of course, and approved. Yeah, he was jealous, but hoped one day to either join us or fuck her while I watched. In any case, it motivated our jack off fantasies. We ruminated on how we would pin my sister down and rape her. (Buzz Kill: I don’t get off on nor condone actual rape. It’s nothing to joke about. For purposes of this story, however, it’s typical teen-boy, “locker room talk”.) Troy advised me in all of my sex schemes. Since he couldn’t fuck his sister or his mom, he satisfied those urges through my experiences. He helped make my “fuck-tasies” come true. He was a true friend. (If I’d been born a girl, I would’ve been his girlfriend. I told him that one time while we jacked off. And like a good girlfriend, I sucked him off and made him cum hard. It was our first time doing that--but not our last.)

What made me decide to make a real move on Mom was inspired by a lucid dream I had. In the dream I revisited the “Bathroom Incident”.

The Dream:

Mom was topless in the bathroom. I was shirtless in my boxer briefs. She stared at my erection. My eyes were glued to her breasts. I HAD to fuck her. My cock was throbbing hard, and I didn’t care if she saw it.

“Come with me,” she said. I followed her. In the bedroom she let her towel drop. My eyes opened twice the size in awe of her full nudity. She looked down at my erection and told me it was time I saw in-person what a “real woman’s” body looked like. She stood there allowing me to gaze at her mature contours. I didn’t need to peek anymore. Mom desired me. It was pure lust. Her body was finally mine. This was real!

“Do you like seeing me like this?” she asked softly with a lover’s tone to her voice.

“Y-Yes, you’re SO--sexy, Mom. Your breasts are--”

She cut me off and said, “You know, you can touch them if you want. But you’re NEVER to tell ANYONE about this, including Troy. I’ll punish both of you if I find out! (Her threat turned me on.)

“I won’t,” I said. My cock ached for her mature pussy and drooled pre-cum in my tight underwear. This stern side of her surprised me. In my dream I recalled that Troy and I had seen her dressed up as a Dominatrix in one of those home videos we found. In the video Mom was whipping the pliant butt of some young, nude woman, using a riding crop.

I reached for her breasts and pressed my eager palms against her hard, warm nipples.

And then I woke up! Damn! I was frustrated, with an aching, morning wood. I jacked off hard and made a huge mess!

In subsequent days, I flirted with her, and she seemed to flirt back! Ever since the poolside exposure, I swear she treated me differently. I wanted to believe she saw me as a sexual partner. Leah helped my case by making a big deal about my erection at poolside. If that drew Mom’s attention to me, that was all I needed.

There were a lot of little flirty things she did, like brushing her hands over my arms or shoulders when she passed by or coming to my bed to talk to me when she could have done it at the doorway. She sat on the edge of my bed one morning, knowing I slept in the nude. My cock was exposed and rock hard. I was half asleep and felt druggy and liked what was happening. The way she looked at my man-cock but spoke in a parental tone--seemed contrary--but was such a turn on. Whatever she was talking to me about was mundane and ignored the fact she was blow-job close to my drooling cock. This was more than flirting. This was a new level. (Fuck the rules!) She had a loose blouse on, and her breasts were nearly exposed. I could see her brown nipples. My mouth was watering. And then, as soon as she was there, she was gone. I pumped out a desperate geyser of sperm into the air. (Yes, she was at the doorway watching.) I didn’t let on that I saw her. Part of our game.

And another time she came into the bathroom when I was showering. She spoke to me from the other side of the shower curtain. Did she want to peek in? Or hell--join me? Nothing happened. She was very flirty, on purpose, to get me hard. (I was already hard.) I shot a hot load against the shower wall as we talked. Those situations were becoming a daily pattern and not letting up.