Chapter 10

As I’m slowly waking up, I feel a wet suction sensation around my dick. It’s like my brain is emerging from a fog, piecing together the world one sensation at a time. The warmth, the rhythmic pull, the soft slurping sounds—fuck, someone’s sucking my cock. My eyes aren’t even open yet, but a lazy smile spreads across my face. This has to be Mom. After everything that went down yesterday, from the marathon fuck session with Regina and her mom to the impromptu threesome with Tiffany at the mall, I crashed hard last night. But waking up like this? Hell yeah, this is the best way to start the day. I moan softly, still half-asleep, my body heavy and reluctant to move. The pleasure builds, pulling me fully into consciousness. God, her mouth feels incredible, all hot and eager, sliding up and down my shaft like she’s savoring every inch.

I try to sit up, wanting to watch her work, to see those full lips wrapped around me, but a sharp, burning pain rips through my abs. “Ah, fuck!” I groan, collapsing back onto the pillow. It feels like my core is on fire, every muscle screaming in protest. What the hell? I’ve never felt soreness like this in my life—not even after that one time I tried to impress Jess by doing a hundred sit-ups on a dare back in middle school. Yesterday’s endless pounding must’ve wrecked me. All that thrusting, all those positions with Regina, holding myself up while I railed her and her mom ... yeah, my body’s paying the price now.

Mom pulls her mouth off my dick with a wet pop, her voice soft and concerned. “Chris? Honey, are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

I blink my eyes open, finally focusing on her. She’s kneeling between my legs, her brown hair tousled from sleep, those big DD tits spilling out of her thin nightie, her brown eyes wide with worry. She looks so damn sexy like this, all maternal care mixed with that underlying hunger I’ve come to recognize. “Nah, Mom, I’m fine,” I manage, gritting my teeth against the ache. “Just ... sore as hell from yesterday. Must’ve overdone it. Don’t stop, though. Go back to sucking my dick—it feels too good to quit now.”

She hesitates for a second, biting her lip like she’s debating whether to mother me or obey. But that submissive spark wins out, the one I’ve been tapping into more and more. “If you’re sure...” she murmurs, then leans back down, her warm breath teasing my throbbing cock before she engulfs me again. Fuck, yes. Her lips seal around the head, and she starts bobbing slowly, her tongue swirling along the underside. I can’t sit up to watch properly without that fire in my abs flaring up, so I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, letting the sensations wash over me. It’s frustrating not being able to grab her head or thrust up into her mouth, but damn, she’s making up for it. She’s not rushing, taking her time like she’s worshiping my cock, savoring the taste, the feel. I can hear the soft, wet sounds of her sucking, feel her hand gently stroking the base while her mouth works the rest.

“That’s it, Mom,” I groan, my voice husky with pleasure. “You’re so fucking good at this. Suck that cock like you mean it—feels amazing.” She hums in response, the vibration sending jolts through me, and I can tell she loves the praise. It’s like it spurs her on, makes her even more eager to please. God, what a turnaround from the reserved mom I grew up with. This power I have ... it’s turned her into my personal cocksucker, and fuck if it doesn’t make me feel like a king, even if I’m too sore to move much.

“Suck on my balls now,” I tell her, my voice firmer, testing that control. Without missing a beat, she slides her mouth down, popping my dick free and latching onto my sack. Her tongue laps at them, sucking one into her mouth gently, then the other, rolling them around like they’re the best thing she’s ever tasted. I reach down blindly, threading my fingers through her hair, not pulling, just petting her encouragingly. “Yeah, just like that. You love my balls, don’t you? Keep going.”

I glance at my phone on the nightstand, wondering what time it is, but who gives a shit right now? School can wait; this blowjob is priority one. The world outside my room feels distant, irrelevant. All that matters is Mom’s hot mouth on me, the way she’s devoting herself to my pleasure. Suddenly, my alarm blares from the phone, shattering the moment. Fuck, that means it’s time to start getting ready for school—but we’ve still got a little buffer. Not enough to drag this out forever, but enough to finish what she started. “Mom,” I say, my voice strained with need, “shut that off for me? It’s just out of reach.”

She pulls away from my balls long enough to stretch over and silence the alarm, her tits brushing against my thigh as she does. Then she’s back, hovering over my cock. “Deep throat me now,” I command, the words coming out rough and urgent. “Suck that cum right out of me. Make me blow down your throat.”

Mom doesn’t hesitate. She adjusts her position slightly, angling herself better, and then she takes me in deep. Her lips stretch around my thickness, sliding down inch by inch until her nose is buried in my pubes, my entire cock lodged in her throat. Holy shit, the tightness, the heat—it’s pure bliss. She starts moving, slow and deliberate, pulling up with that incredible suction, her cheeks hollowing out, then swirling her tongue around the head like she’s teasing every sensitive spot. A brief pause, and then she sinks back down to the base, her throat relaxing to take me all in. Up and down, up and down, building that perfect rhythm. It’s driving me fucking crazy, the slow build-up making my balls ache with need. I want to grab her head, fuck her face hard, but any tension in my abs sends that fiery pain shooting through me. So I just lay there, helpless in the best way, letting her control the pace while I drown in the ecstasy.

“Fuuuck, Mom, you’re killing me,” I moan, my hands fisting the sheets. “That throat ... so tight, so good. Don’t stop—suck harder.” She picks up the pace, her head bobbing faster now, the suction intensifying on every upstroke. I can feel her throat contracting around me, milking my cock like it’s begging for my load. The room fills with the sloppy sounds of her efforts, her soft gags when she goes too deep, but she powers through, determined to get me off. It’s almost torture, this slow burn, but in the best fucking way. My hips twitch involuntarily, but I force myself to stay still, not wanting to aggravate the soreness.

Finally, she takes pity—or maybe she senses how close I am—and ramps it up. Her mouth flies up and down, sucking like a vacuum, her hand joining in to jerk the base while she nurses on the head. The pressure builds, coiling tight in my gut. “I’m gonna cum,” I warn her, my voice breaking. She pulls back just enough so only the head is in her mouth, her fist pumping my shaft furiously, her tongue swirling relentlessly. That does it. I cry out, a mix of raw pleasure and sharp pain as my abs contract hard against my will. “Ahh, fuck! Take it!” My cock erupts, thick ropes of cum flooding her mouth. She swallows rapidly, gulp after gulp, not spilling a drop, her throat working overtime to handle the load. It’s intense, wave after wave crashing through me, leaving me panting and spent, the soreness in my core throbbing like a bitch but totally worth it.

Mom is still nursing on my dick, her lips gently sealed around the head, tongue flicking lazily to coax out those last stubborn drops of cum. It’s like she can’t get enough, her eyes half-lidded with contentment as she hums softly, sending little aftershocks through my spent cock. I’m floating in that post-orgasm haze, the soreness in my abs a dull throb now, when movement in the doorway catches my eye. I glance over, and there’s Jess, leaning against the frame with her arms crossed, a wicked smirk plastered on her face. She’s wearing nothing but a skimpy pair of pink panties that hug her hips just right, her perky C-cup tits on full display, nipples hard from the morning chill or maybe just from watching us. Fuck, she looks so damn sexy standing there, all confident and bratty, her brown hair tousled like she just rolled out of bed. My cock twitches in Mom’s mouth at the sight, but I’m too wiped to do anything about it.

“Damn, big bro,” Jess says, her green eyes sparkling with amusement. “Who needs an alarm with you moaning like a porn star? Pretty sure the neighbors are awake now too—hell, they might be jacking off to the soundtrack.”

I chuckle weakly, wincing as the laugh pulls at my sore muscles. Mom finally pulls off my dick with a soft pop, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, her cheeks flushing a bit at Jess’s teasing. But she doesn’t look embarrassed—more like she’s proud of herself. I prop myself up on my elbows as best I can, ignoring the burn in my core. Seeing Jess like this, so casual about her near-nudity, hits me with a fresh wave of realization. We’re gonna have to have that family discussion tonight. No more putting it off. I’ve been the one holding back, worried that crossing that final line would make things weird, shatter what’s left of our normal family dynamic after the divorce. But after Jess’s confession last night about her long-time crush, and the way Mom just poured her soul into blowing me like it was the most natural thing in the world ... shit, maybe I’ve been the only one with hangups this whole time. They’re both so eager, so into it. The guilt I’ve been carrying feels stupid now, like I’ve been denying us all something we want.

“Get your lazy ass out of bed and come shower with me,” Jess says, pushing off the doorframe and sauntering into the room, her hips swaying just enough to draw my eyes to that tight little ass of hers. She’s got that impulsive, bratty energy cranked up, like she knows exactly how hot she looks and is daring me to do something about it.

I brace myself for the ribbing I know is coming—Jess never passes up a chance to tease—and admit, “I’m too sore to get up on my own. Gonna need some help here.”

She raises an eyebrow, tilting her head. “Sore from what? You pull a muscle jerking off or something?”

“From the marathon fuck session I had with Regina yesterday,” I say, trying to sound casual, but there’s a hint of pride in my voice. Hell, after pounding her for hours, turning her into my personal slut, and then adding her mom and that mall chick to the mix, I’ve earned a little bragging rights.

Jess’s eyes widen, a mix of amusement and genuine impressment flashing across her face. She bursts out laughing, clapping her hands together. “Wow, bro! How can the greatest cock the world has ever seen be attached to such a wimp? You fucked one girl and now you’re crippled?” She’s grinning ear to ear, but there’s no real malice—just her usual playful shit-talking.

Mom chimes in from the bed, her voice soft but firm. “Jess, be nice. Help your brother up.” Together, they each take one of my arms, Mom on my left, Jess on my right. I swing my legs over the edge of the bed, and as I stand, holy fuck—it’s even worse than I thought. My legs feel like jelly, quivering with every shift of weight; my abs scream like they’re being torn apart; my back is a knot of tension; even my arms ache from all the holding and gripping yesterday. Every goddamn muscle in my body is on fire, protesting the abuse I put it through. I’m not some gym rat—I’m a skinny kid who’s suddenly been thrust into a life of non-stop sex, and my body’s screaming for mercy.

“Easy, honey,” Mom murmurs, steadying me as I wobble. Jess is giggling under her breath, but she’s gentle too, her hand warm on my arm. Once I’m upright, I try to stretch, raising my arms overhead and arching my back slowly, feeling the pull and burn in every fiber. It hurts like a bitch, but it also loosens things up a bit. I take a few tentative steps toward the bathroom, Mom and Jess hovering like nurses, ready to catch me if I topple. By the time I make it to the shower, I’m moving a little better, but still like an old man after a bender.

Jess helps me step into the stall, her bare tits brushing against my side, sending a lazy spark through my groin despite the exhaustion. Before I can even reach for the faucet, she twists it on full blast—and a torrent of ice-cold water slams into me like a fucking glacier. “Ahh, shit! Jess!” I yelp, jumping back, my skin prickling instantly as the chill hits my sore muscles.

She’s doubled over laughing, her tits jiggling with the motion. “Sorry! But cold water helps with inflammation—trust me, it’ll make you feel better!”

I glare at her, shivering under the spray as it starts to warm up slowly. “I’ve heard that too, but you’re still a bitch,” I say, but there’s no heat in it—just teasing back. Hell, she’s right; the cold is already numbing the ache a little, shocking my system awake.

Still giggling, she grabs the body wash and squirts a generous glob onto one of those mesh loofah things—the kind that lathers up like crazy. “Here, you big pussy, let me soap you up.” She steps in closer, the water now steaming around us, and starts rubbing the loofah over my chest, working up a thick foam. Her touch is surprisingly gentle, circling over my pecs, down my arms, across my back. She might be a brat, always pushing buttons and testing limits, but she’s a loving brat. This feels incredible on my sore muscles—the warmth of the water seeping in, the suds massaging away the tension. She moves to my abs, careful not to press too hard, then down my legs, kneeling to get my calves and feet. It’s intimate, caring, and yeah, a little arousing with her naked body so close, her hands gliding over me.

“Thanks, Jess,” I say sincerely, my voice softening as the relief sets in. “This feels really good. You’re actually helping a lot.”

She looks up at me from her knees, water streaming down her face, that sly smirk playing on her lips. Her green eyes lock onto mine, full of mischief and something deeper—devotion, maybe. “There’s nothing I won’t do for you, you know,” she says, her voice low and teasing, but with an edge of promise that makes my half-hard cock twitch again. She stands slowly, pressing her body against mine under the spray, her hands lingering on my hips. Fuck, the way she says it ... it’s like she’s offering everything, no limits. And after last night, I believe her.

With that, Jess slips behind me under the warm spray, her soapy loofah gliding down my back and then right into my ass crack. She’s thorough, rubbing the suds in deep, her fingers teasing along the sensitive skin. “Gotta get you all clean, big bro,” she murmurs, her voice playful but with that edge of heat. I groan softly, the sensation oddly intimate, my cock twitching back to life despite the morning’s earlier release. She steps back, satisfied, and tells me, “Turn around so the water hits your back.” I do as she says, facing her now, the stream cascading over my shoulders and down my spine, rinsing away the lather.

She’s eyeing my hardening dick with that mischievous grin, her hands already reaching for it, slick with soap. But I stop her gently, shaking my head. “Use conditioner instead,” I say, nodding toward the bottle on the shelf. “Soap dries out my skin too quick—makes it all itchy later.”