Chapter 20

He nodded in silence and she turned towards the door. His hands fell to her cheeks and dug in to send pleasant signals throughout her body. The straps and attachment jumped with each step as she took deep breaths to remind herself to stay in control. As long as she maintained control, she would prevent her brother from fucking their mother’s ass to early.

Liz’s face was filled with desire as they walked in, but she couldn’t miss the strap-on bouncing beneath her daughter’s tits. Desire turned to fear that she was about to get fucked in the ass and Monica had no interest in allaying her mother’s growing terror. Monica continued to palm the lube, since she didn’t want the terror to take complete control of her mother’s body. She needed her mother to have a clear head for what she planned.

J released her ass, which she missed as soon as fingers pulled away from flesh. He continued to walk towards their mother’s face, and she watched her eyes move between them with lust. His head lowered to block Liz’s view, and she set the bottle down gently within easy reach. Liz’s breathing was a little strained as he placed his face directly in front of their mother’s.

His voice was on the cold side. “My sister says she has your mouth ready, cunt. I don’t believe her. You look like a worthless whore who couldn’t suck a dick to save your ass, you incestuous, fucking whore of a mother. She says you won’t fuck it up. I think we should both just fuck your asshole, you sick, fucking cunt. Your daughter’s going first until I’m hard, then I’m going to fuck your ass.”

Liz’s voice trembled, and wished her mother’s face wasn’t blocked by her brother’s head. “I can suck your dick like a good whore of a mother. I won’t fuck it up like a worthless whore. I want to be a good whore for my children. Let me suck my son’s dick and prove I’m a good, incestuous whore of a mother, my son.”

He was silent for a moment before speaking in a harsh tone. “Alright, cunt, you can suck me hard. You fuck it up, it’s your ass, you sorry excuse for an incestuous whore of a mother. Get off the bed and onto your knees like a proper whore.”

Monica started to move towards her brother as their mother’s voice continued to tremble. “Yes, my son.”

J turned his body to face the door, and Monica watched his softened shaft bounce a little. Liz started to get out of bed without taking her eyes off her son. She fell to her knees as Monica lowered herself to get a good view of what her mother was about to do.

Monica spoke with a firm voice as the softened head moved close to her face. “Don’t take it in your mouth just yet, cunt. Use your hands to bring the tip close to your lips, but don’t do anything else until I tell you. Keep looking up at your son’s face. Do you understand, you stupid, sick, incestuous, fucking whore of a mother.”

Liz took his shaft in her hands, which caused his dick to twitch a little, and positioned the tip of his dick where she had been ordered, and spoke in a voice filled with fear and desire. “Yes, my daughter.”

Her voice took on a more commanding note. “Tell your son how long you’ve wanted to get on your knees for him, cunt. To take his dick in your mouth, you sick fuck. To be the first to suck your son’s dick. To be the first to swallow his fucking cum, you incestuous, fucking whore of a mother.”

She wanted to pull away as red filled her cheek, but was too afraid of the consequences. “Ever since my son was a little boy who had his first erection, I wanted to suck your little dick, my son. I wanted to be the first to suck your dick, my son. I wanted to be the first to taste your cum, to swallow your cum like a good whore of a mother, my son.

“That’s why I watched you shower and sleep. Hoping to find the strength to have you in my mouth and my cunt, my son.”

His dick twitched a little more as it retained its softened state, and Monica spoke with a playful note. “Suck your son’s dick like a good, incestuous whore of a mother.”

Liz’s pointed tongue pressed out to flick the tip and parted her lips wide. Her hands guided him in as he twitched a little more. J didn’t let on just how much he was enjoying the moment, but it couldn’t have been easy to keep from sighing.

Her mother’s cheeks pulled in as his head pressed past her lips and continued to take him until lips reached balls with only minimal gagging as her hands released his shaft. J’s hands moved to her head as she started to bob her head, just like she’d been taught over countless lessons. Monica knew her mother was working her tongue, even if she couldn’t see it.

J’s breathing was becoming more difficult to control as her lips parted around his hardening dick. The bobbing motion took a little longer to go through as she gagged a little harder. Her throat showed where his head was as she timed her breaths to continue to keep her lips against his balls for as long as she could. Liz’s movement brought incredible pleasure to her son, but he didn’t let a single sigh escape.

He was fully hard and she would have continued until he came in her mouth, but that wasn’t part of her plan, and snapped out at her mother. “Enough sucking your son’s dick, cunt.” Liz pulled her parted lips back to reveal just how hard she had made J. “You sucked your son hard, so you didn’t completely fuck it up, you incestuous whore of a mother.”

The tip of her brother’s dick popped out and left a trail of precum that snapped and splashed back on her lips. Liz continued to look up at her son with desire to continue, but wouldn’t go against either of her children. Fear was a powerful motivator and kept her mother under control.

Monica’s voice returned to a playful state. “Stand up, cunt, and get your ass to the edge of the foot of the bed and sit down the right way. You know what to do, so don’t fuck it up, you fucking, whore of a mother.”