Chapter 31

Outside Becky’s door, Jason groaned at the sight of the empty bed. Sex had made him crave more sex, but once again, his sister wasn’t waiting for him. The girl had always been at least as horny as he was, so what had Becky been doing to keep herself satisfied?

The other day, while wearing leggings with a hole cut in them, Becky wanted to sit on his dick even though they knew their mother was going to walk into the room. Amazingly, he had refused, and that was the last time the girl offered anything. It would suck if I had to go back to finding weird places to jerk off in order to get relief.

Jason snapped the waistband of his boxers on his erection and pulled his shirt down over the few inches that were exposed. Maybe Becky was in the kitchen eating a banana again?

When he turned the corner, Jason’s heart jerked in his chest. What the fuck was their mother doing home? He stepped back out of sight and took a second to consider his options. What could be more bizarrely exciting than beating off while Mom is right there? He peeked into the room and saw his mother’s pantie-covered cheeks sticking out below her shirt.

Becky’s partially exposed butt enticing him was something Jason had been dealing with for years. But Mary Barnes, the woman he called Mom, did not come out of her room dressed like that. He reevaluated his options and looked again. What the fuck, something wasn’t right. Why was his sister sitting on the counter in front of their mother? Jason glanced down to make sure the boner under his shirt wasn’t obvious, then eased into the room. The radio on the counter masked whatever conversation was happening, but Becky’s expression suggested it was serious. That didn’t make sense unless she was in trouble for sitting on the counter. He could see her legs dangling at their mother’s sides.

Jason crossed the room without giving himself away. Their mother’s white cotton panties were within reach. Blood pulsed past his waistband into the angry purple knob pressed to his stomach. Becky clasped her fingers, straightened her arms above their mother’s head, and lowered them to their mother’s shoulders. They tightened on Mary’s neck. It seemed to be an unnatural expression of daughterly affection. Becky’s legs rose and hooked above their mother’s hips. His heartbeat increased as she crossed her ankles and squeezed the woman’s waist. Their mother’s shirt rose, showing Jason more of her backside. Blood roared in his ears, and the radio became a distant dreamy sound. Holy shit, this is a dream, Jason thought, as Becky’s fuckin’ girlish pigtails danced about while she made out with their mother.

No, Jason corrected himself, my mother is a sexy MILF, and she’s going at it with her teenage daughter. I’m watching my favorite kind of porn unfold right in front of me. There was only one thing left to do, exactly what would happen in one of those FamilyStrokes movies when two family members get caught by a third, he should join in.

Now that the shoe was on Jason’s foot, Evan’s words from way back in the school cafeteria had merit. Not about Becky; they had a history of fooling around, so it had been easy to fuck her; his mother was different. Mary Barnes was the adult in Jason’s life, his mother, the authority figure he had to listen to. If he whipped his cock out and grabbed her ass the way it happened in porn, she would turn into Mommy and scream. Wouldn’t she?

But my mother’s tongue is in my sister’s mouth. He watched as his sister’s hand moved in slow motion to the cone-shaped tit. Becky is feeling up Mom. Fuck you, Evan, Jason thought and lowered his boxers. His cock lumbered forward and bobbed at ninety degrees. The emerging purple tip was only inches from his mother’s ass. Becky stopped kissing their mother’s neck and peeked through a cloak of brown hair. Her legs straightened, and her toes clawed at his hips, drawing him closer. He grabbed her ankles and pulled Becky toward him, sandwiching their mother between his groin and what he imagined to be Becky’s bald pussy.

Their mother was startled, but Becky said, “Shh, it’s okay, Mommy, it’s okay.”

He rested his hands on the woman’s broad, childbearing hips, and hunched, rubbing against her round ass. His sister collected their mother’s hair and lifted it atop her head, exposing the woman’s sensual neck. He kissed it. Mary shrugged protectively, but he used his teeth, and their mother’s head flopped to the side with a sigh of resignation. Becky whispered, “Mommy, you deserve this.”