Chapter 4

An hour later, Beto was in my room, and we were ready for anything that might happen.

We prepared ourselves by lying down on the floor in my room, using our pillows as a kind of bed.

Our bodies were close together, feeling each other’s warmth, but waiting, just waiting. Anxiety coursed through our skin and bodies, waiting for the green light. Just as a runner waits for the referee to start the race. Which, in this case, was our mother moaning in her bedroom.

Then ... She started. That was the referre starting the race. Was our green light.

We then, listening to our mom getting fucked pretty hard, start to fuck right there on the floor. Our bodies moved synced up with each other, our hands intertwining as we fucked. With every thrust of my hips, I could feel both of my orgasms approaching rapidly. My head tossed back, my teeth biting down on my lower lip as I reached my climax, moaning loud enough for our mother in the next room to hear.

When I came down from my high, I noticed Beto’s body still moving with mine, but slower now. He was clearly trying to hold back, but the sound of our mother seemed to be encouraging him.

I stroked his hair, whispering soothing words in his ear as he came with a loud groan, his free hand grasping at the carpet beside us.

We lay there together, panting and spent, listening to the sounds of pleasure coming from our mother’s room. It was an odd moment, one that should have felt wrong or uncomfortable, but somehow didn’t. Instead, it was a strange mix of thrill and excitement, a shared secret between the two of us.

But we didn’t stop there. The night was still young, and we were eager for more.

As we lay there catch our breaths, we felt a strange sense of camaraderie, a bond that had been formed between us. We hadn’t planned on this happening, but it had, and we couldn’t deny the part of us that relished in the illicit nature of it all.

My mother, despite her age, was in the prime of her sexuality, and we couldn’t help but be drawn to the sound of her cries of pleasure echoing through the walls.

Her lover seemed to be just as eager, his moans intermingling with hers in a symphony of passion. Beto and I lie there in silence, our hands still intertwined, waiting for the moments when the rush of our own orgasms would match the rhythm of our mother’s.

We listened as the night wore on and the sounds from the next room grew more intimate, more brazen. Our own bodies moved in sync with theirs, Beto and I moving together steadily, our hearts racing at the thought of what was happening on the other side of the wall.

Every moan, every gasp made my own pleasure spike higher, until I couldn’t hold back any longer. I came with a cry of ecstasy, my muscles clenched as I rode out the waves of my release.

Beto wasn’t far behind me. With a shudder and a strangled moan, he came too, spilling his seed inside of me as we lay together on the floor, our hearts pounding in time with each other.

As we caught our breaths, I felt a strange sense of satisfaction wash over me. I had never felt closer to Beto, or to Mom, than I did in those moments.

In the hours that followed, our mom didn’t stop moaning and groaning in pleasure, and neither did Beto and I. We would take breaks to rest, to recover, but we couldn’t resist the temptation for long.

Each time we heard our mother’s sounds, we would resume our lovemaking, our bodies moving in sync with each other, our breaths heavy and uneven.

It was a strange, surreal night, but it was also exhilarating. The thought of us all together, entwined in a web of passion, was almost too much to bear, and yet it was something we all seemed to crave.

Louder and louder, the more she moaned, the more we became aroused. i don’t think we’ve ever had so much sex in one night before. It was like our bodies couldn’t get enough of each other, fueled by the desires and passions of our mother. Each time she reached a climax, we would too, as if her pleasure was somehow connected to our own.

As the night wore on, I couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of longing and desire for our mother that went beyond just physical attraction. I knew that Beto must have felt the same way, as we lay there in silence, our hands still intertwined, listening to her moans subside as her lover finally reached his own release.

The sounds of their movements grew softer, more distant, until there was nothing but the sound of our own heavy breathing filling the room.

Beto and I looked at each other, our eyes shining with the afterglow of satisfaction. We didn’t need to speak, as we both knew what had just happened between us. We had crossed a line we never thought we would, but it felt oddly right.

Slowly, we untangled our hands, each of us realizing that this was just the beginning of something new.

The next day we woke up, words weren’t needed, it was abundantly clear to both my brother and I that we needed to fuck our mom.

After breakfast, Beto and I took a moment alone in our shared bedroom, strategizing the best way to approach our mom. We were both a nervous wreck, especially knowing that any misstep could result in our parents’ divorce, or even worse consequences.

We decided it would be best to fuck around her.

In order to somehow tempt her. And so we did.

It was one o’clock on a hot Sunday afternoon, and she was in the kitchen drinking wine, sitting at the table, when Beto and I came downstairs towards the living room. There, we started fucking madly, without caring about anything, and she was watching everything from the kitchen. Loud and clear.

She saw us.

Mom took a long sip of her wine before setting it down and walking slowly towards the living room. We didn’t stop, even as we heard her footsteps nearing us. I looked up at her, saw the desire in her eyes, and knew that our plan had worked. She sat down on the nearby armchair, her eyes never leaving ours as we continued our dance of passion.

I could feel my body trembling with anticipation as I watched Mom get closer, her eyes dark with desire.

“Do you want to join in?” I said before laughing as continued to fuck my little brother. Beto looked at me, surprised, but quickly understood what I meant. He nodded slightly, his eyes flickering towards our mother.

Mom hesitated for a moment, her eyes darting between the two of us. Then, she stood up and walked towards us, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor. She stopped in front of us, her gaze intense.

She remained quiet and then sat down next to us on the sofa, ignoring us as if we weren’t fucking like animals next to her.

I could see her chest rising and falling faster, her breath hitching slightly. She was trying to hide it, but she was turned on. I smirked at Beto, who grinned back at me, understanding my plan perfectly.

“Mom,” I whispered, “you know you can’t resist us.” I leaned in, my lips brushing against her ear. “You want to join, don’t you?”

She became quiet again and just went back to watching the television. But I could tell she was listening. Her eyes kept flickering towards us, her breath still ragged.

Beto and I exchanged a look, and I nodded slightly. We started to move again, our bodies pressing together, our hands exploring each other’s skin. I could feel her eyes on us, burning into us, and it only served to heighten my arousal.

“Come on, Mom,” I whispered, my voice low and husky. “You know you want to.”

It was fun playing with her, we didn’t stop having sex next to her and she didn’t stop ignoring me when I teased her. When her show was over, she got up, turned off the TV and left the room. While Beto and I continued to have sex, we heard her footsteps going upstairs. We paused, looking at each other, wondering if she’d gone to her room.

Suddenly, the sound of her heels clicking on the wooden stairs echoed through the house. She was coming back down. Beto and I exchanged a glance, our hearts pounding in our chests. She entered the living room, carrying a bottle of wine and three glasses.

Without a word, she poured us each a glass and handed them to us. Then, she sat down on the couch next to us, her eyes still smoldering with desire.

She took a sip of her wine, her eyes never leaving ours. “So, what exactly are you two doing?” she asked, her voice steady and calm, as if she hadn’t just witnessed us fucking like rabbits.

Beto and I exchanged a glance, both of us taken aback by her question. I cleared my throat, trying to find the right words. “Well, Mom, we were just ... expressing ourselves,” I said, hoping that sounded vague enough.

She raised an eyebrow. “Expressing yourselves?

Is that what you call it?” Mom took another sip of her wine, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “Because it looked like you two were doing a lot more than just expressing yourselves.”

Beto blushed, looking down at his lap, but I held her gaze, a smirk playing on my lips. “Maybe we were,” I challenged. “What’s it to you?”

She leaned back against the couch, crossing her legs. “Oh, nothing really. I’m just curious, that’s all.

It’s not every day you walk in on your stepchildren having sex in the living room.” She took another sip of her wine, her eyes never leaving mine.

Beto shifted uncomfortably beside me, but I held my ground. “Well, Mom, maybe you should try walking in on us more often,” I said, my voice laced with innuendo.

As we got up and changed our position, teasing our mother was good but fucking her was even better. I stopped caring about her for a moment, I just paid attention to my little brother’s huge penis going in and out of my vagina. She stayed there, watching everything.

She didn’t say a word, but her eyes spoke volumes. They were filled with a hunger that matched our own, a desire that was impossible to ignore.

Beto and I, lost in our own world, continued to explore each other’s bodies. Our hands roamed, our lips met, and our breaths grew heavier. We were oblivious to everything else, except for the soft moans escaping our lips and the sound of our heartbeats echoing in our ears.

Suddenly, I felt a presence behind me. I turned my head to see Mom standing there, her eyes locked onto mine.

She had removed her robe, revealing a black lace negligee that clung to her curves. Her dark hair cascaded down her shoulders, and her lips were parted, her breath coming in short gasps.

“Mom,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. Beto paused, following my gaze, and we both stared at her, our bodies still entwined.

She didn’t say a word, just start to masturbating.

Slowly, she began to touch herself, her fingers tracing circles around her clit. Her eyes never left ours, and we couldn’t look away, captivated by the sight of her pleasuring herself. We knew what we wanted, what we both needed.

We continued having sex while our mother masturbated watching her children having sex in front of her. As soon as Beto had come inside me, we went to the kitchen counter and started fuck again. Our mother followed us, just to continue what she was doing. She was enjoying it, and we could tell because she was moaning louder and louder.

I could see her fingers moving faster and faster, her breath coming in short gasps. She was close, and so were we. I could feel my orgasm building, my muscles tensing as Beto pounded into me from behind.

“Fuck, Lorena,” he groaned, his hands gripping my hips tightly. “I’m gonna come again.”

“Me too,” I gasped, my eyes locked onto our mother’s. She was watching us, her eyes filled with lust.

“Are you sure you don’t want to join us?” I asked my mother again, but without laughing this time” I was serious. I wanted her to join us, to feel her body pressed against mine, to taste her lips. I could see the hesitation in her eyes, but also the desire. She wanted it too, I could tell.

She looked at Beto, then back at me, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. “I ... I don’t know,” she stammered. “This is all so ... unexpected.”

I reached out, taking her hand in mine. “It’s okay, Mom,” I said softly. “We won’t hurt you.”

Beto and I came, stopped moving for a second and stood next to each other, completely naked.

“Where do you want to go, mom?” I asked teasing her, knowing very well that she wouldn’t refuse us. She looked at us, her eyes filled with lust and indecision. I could see the wheels turning in her head, weighing the pros and cons of joining us. I stepped closer to her, my hand reaching out to touch her cheek gently. “Come on, mom. Don’t be scared. We just want to make you feel good.” Beto moved closer to her from behind, his hands resting on her hips. “Yeah, mom.”

She couldn’t refuse us, she didn’t even want to. And I knew that.

“Let’s go to my room.” she said monotonously, as if she was in a trance. Beto and I exchanged a satisfied smile, knowing that we had won her over.

As we ascended the grand staircase, our mother leading the way, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of anticipation mixed with apprehension. This was uncharted territory for all of us, and I had no idea what to expect. All I knew was that I wanted her, and I could tell that Beto did too.

Once in her room, Mom turned to face us, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and excitement.

Beto and I stood before her, our bodies still bare and glistening from our earlier encounters. The air was thick with tension, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest.

“Mom,” I began, my voice soft and reassuring, “we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. If you’re not ready, we can stop right now.”

She looked at me, then at Beto, and back to me again. She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling, before speaking. “No, I ... I want this. I just...

I’ve never done anything like this before,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t want to mess things up between us.”

Beto stepped forward, his dark eyes filled with sincerity. “Mom,

we won’t let anything get messed up. We care about you too much for that. And if at any point you want to stop, just say the word, okay?”

She looked at him, then at me, and I could see the tension in her shoulders easing slightly. “Okay,” she whispered. “I trust you both.”

With that, the last of her reservations seemed to melt away. She reached out, placing a hand on each of our chests, her thumbs tracing small circles on our skin. “So, what do you want to do first?”

I glanced at Beto, a wicked grin spreading across my face.