Chapter 12

I bolted awake to the shrill beeping of an unfamiliar alarm, my heart pounding as disorientation hit me like a truck. This wasn’t my bed—the sheets were softer, the mattress wider, and the faint scent of lavender lingered in the air, not the musty teenage funk of my own room. Blinking against the morning light filtering through the half-drawn curtains, I tried to piece together where the hell I was. The room was small and lived-in, with its queen bed taking up most of the space, rumpled sheets twisted around my naked body. A simple wooden dresser sat against one wall, topped with a framed photo of me and Jess as kids, and a half-empty perfume bottle that must’ve been the source of that lavender smell. The nightstand held a digital clock now blaring that annoying alarm, and scattered around were remnants of last night’s chaos—discarded clothes, a bottle of lube, and what looked like a crumpled tissue or two. My muscles screamed in protest from the marathon orgy we’d had, every inch of me sore like I’d run a triathlon while carrying weights.

Someone leaned over me—warm skin brushing mine—and silenced the alarm with a quick slap. That’s when it all clicked: I was still in Mom’s bed, sandwiched between her and Jess, our bodies tangled from the exhaustive night of fucking that had left us all passed out in a heap. Mom was on my right, her frame now snuggling closer, her DD tits pressing against my side as she purred into my ear, “Morning, handsome.” Her voice was husky, laced with that sensual edge she’d always had, but now it carried a new layer of intimacy after everything we’d done. Jess, on my left, just grumbled something incoherent about it being too early, burrowing deeper under the covers like the brat she was.

Mom didn’t waste time. She started kissing her way down my chest, her lips soft and teasing, trailing fire across my skin. My cock, already half-hard from morning wood and the memories of last night, twitched in anticipation. I glanced down at her, her brown hair tousled, brown eyes sparkling with mischief as she met my gaze. “I take it you have no regrets from last night?” I asked, my voice rough from sleep, trying to gauge if the light of day had brought any guilt crashing down on her.

She paused her descent, crawling back up to nuzzle against my neck, her breath hot against my skin. “I came more times last night than in the entire eighteen years I’ve been with your father,” she whispered, her words sending a thrill through me. “No regrets whatsoever.” God, hearing that—knowing I’d given her more pleasure in one night than Dad ever had—made my chest swell with a twisted mix of pride and possession. She was mine now, in ways she’d never been his.

With that, she slithered back down my body, her hands roaming over my abs, tracing the spots that were still tender from the workout. She settled between my legs, her mouth hovering over my throbbing cock, which was now fully erect, the swollen head glistening with pre-cum. This had become our ritual—Mom waking me with her mouth, treating my dick like it was the most precious thing in the world. But today, it was even more intense, like she was pouring all her pent-up years of frustration into worshiping me.

She started slow, her tongue flicking out to lap at the underside of my shaft, tasting the saltiness of my skin mixed with the remnants of last night’s cum. “Mmm, you taste so good, baby,” she murmured, her voice vibrating against me. I moaned deeply, not holding back, letting her know exactly how fucking amazing it felt. “God, Mom, I love you so much. This is incredible—don’t stop.” No dirty talk this time, just raw appreciation, because she deserved it. She deserved to know she was blowing my mind.

Jess stirred on my left, finally waking up properly, and snuggled into my side, her green eyes bleary but playful. “I’m so sore,” she whined, rubbing her thigh against mine, her C-cup tits squishing against my arm. She was always the dramatic one, but I could tell from the way she winced that last night had taken a toll—we’d gone hard, all three of us, pushing boundaries I never thought we’d cross.

Trying to get a little payback for her teasing yesterday, I smirked and said, “It’s a shame such a nice pussy is attached to such a wimp. You fuck one guy, and now you’re crippled?”

She giggled, not missing a beat. “No, I fucked one donkey and now I’m crippled.” Her hand trailed down to give my balls a gentle squeeze, emphasizing her point about my size—that damn wasp sting had left me hung like a horse, and she loved reminding me.

I opened my mouth for a comeback, but at that exact moment, Mom decided to up the ante. She engulfed my cock in one smooth motion, sliding it deep into her throat without a hint of hesitation. Holy fuck—the tightness, the warmth, the way her throat muscles contracted around me—it was pure bliss. All thoughts fled; I didn’t give a shit what Jess said anymore. I groaned loudly, my hips bucking involuntarily as she bottomed out, her nose pressing into my pubes.

Jess propped herself up on an elbow, peering down with wide eyes. “Holy shit, Mom! You can deep throat!?”

Mom pulled off slowly, my cock popping free with a wet slurp, strings of saliva connecting her lips to my glistening shaft. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, grinning up at us. “Well, your father demanded I learn, so...”

I cut her off, not wanting to hear about that asshole while her mouth was on me. “Stop talking about Dad and get back to it,” I commanded, my voice firm, the dominant side of me surfacing effortlessly now.

“Yes, sir,” she purred, her eyes lighting up with submission. She dove back in, slowly working my thick cock down her throat again, inch by vulgar inch, until she’d taken it all. Then she eased back up, swirling her tongue around the head, sucking gently like it was a delicacy. Back down, up, repeating the rhythm with expert precision—no gagging, no struggle, just pure, loving skill that had me moaning like a porn star.

Jess was beside herself, watching in awe. “Mom’s not even struggling! How the hell...?”

I managed to gasp out between moans, “How didn’t you know this? Didn’t you see Mom deep throat me the last two mornings while you watched from my doorway?”

“I never saw the whole thing. I only came in at the end, after you woke the whole neighborhood with your moaning.” She proceeded to mock me, exaggerating my sounds in a high-pitched whine: “Ohhh, fuuuck, Mom, yes!”

I chuckled through the pleasure, my hand tangling in Mom’s hair as she bobbed deeper. “What about last night? Mom deep throated me several times.”

Jess rolled her eyes bratily. “Well, I couldn’t see much of anything last night with you always shoving my face into Mom’s pussy.”

“What!?” I laughed, even as Mom’s throat milked another groan from me. “I never did that. You were diving in all on your own, you little slut.”

“Pff, semantics,” she shot back, her tone pure Jess—impulsive, bratty, and unapologetic, sticking her tongue out at me while snuggling closer, her hand now joining Mom’s efforts by fondling my balls gently.

I tuned Jess out completely, sinking back into the pillows and letting the waves of pleasure wash over me as Mom worked her magic. Her mouth was a velvet heaven, sliding up and down my throbbing cock with that torturously slow rhythm, her lips sealed tight around my girth, tongue swirling lazily around the head on every upstroke. She hummed contentedly, the vibrations shooting straight to my balls, making my toes curl. God, she was enjoying this as much as I was—her eyes half-lidded in bliss, like sucking her son’s massive dick was the highlight of her morning. Even Jess fell silent for once, her green eyes glued to the sight of Mom effortlessly taking me to the hilt, no gag, no hesitation, just pure, skilled devotion.

I could feel Jess shifting beside me, her breathing quickening as she watched transfixed. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her hand slip between her legs, fingers circling her clit while she bit her lip, mesmerized by Mom’s throat bulging slightly with each deep plunge. “How does she do that?” Jess murmured, mostly to herself, her voice breathy with arousal. Fuck, it was turning her on big time—her nipples hardening into points, her hips grinding subtly against the mattress as she rubbed faster.

I focused on my breathing, steady inhales and exhales, fighting the urge to thrust up and end it too soon. This felt too damn good—Mom’s warm, wet mouth loving every inch of my swollen shaft, her hands gently massaging my balls like they were treasures. I wanted to drag it out, savor the build-up, the way my body tensed with each slow bob of her head.

Another five minutes ticked by in that delicious haze, and suddenly Jess arched beside me, her fingers plunging into her slick pussy as she came with a soft whimper, her body shuddering against mine. She panted, pulling her hand away glistening with her juices, and shot me a dazed look. “How the hell haven’t you cum yet?”

“I’m enjoying it so much I don’t want it to end,” I groaned, my voice strained as Mom bottomed out again, her nose buried in my pubes.

Jess’s eyes lit up with that mischievous twinkle, the one that always meant trouble—or in our case, filthy fun. “Can I fuck Mom’s mouth onto your cock?” she asked, her tone dripping with excitement.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” I managed, the idea alone making my dick twitch in Mom’s throat.

Mom grunted her approval around my meat, the sound muffled but eager—best she could do with her airway stuffed full of her son’s throbbing prick. Jess didn’t hesitate; she sat up on her knees, grabbing a fistful of Mom’s brown hair and yanking her head up, then slamming it back down onto my cock at a brutal new pace. No more slow and sensual—this was raw, forceful, Jess controlling the rhythm like she was puppeteering Mom’s skull for our pleasure.

With her other hand, Jess reached down between Mom’s legs, fingers diving into her dripping cunt, pumping in and out with wet, squelching sounds. Mom moaned around my shaft, the vibrations intensifying everything, her pussy clenching greedily on Jess’s digits. I couldn’t form words, couldn’t spit out the dirty talk I usually loved—all I could do was moan like a bitch in heat, my hips bucking up to meet the savage face-fucking.

Jess picked up the slack, her voice turning filthy and commanding. “That’s it, you dirty whore, choke on your son’s fat cock! Take it all, you cum-guzzling slut—ram that throat down till your nose is grinding against his balls!” She wasn’t holding back, slamming Mom’s head up and down with reckless force, my cock pistoning in and out of her mouth like a jackhammer, spit and pre-cum drooling from the corners of her lips. Mom’s eyes watered, but she took it like a champ, humming and sucking harder, her own moans mixing with the sloppy gurgles.

The pressure built fast, a tidal wave crashing through me. Mom’s pussy spasmed around Jess’s fingers, her body convulsing as she came hard, and that set me off. We exploded together—my balls tightening, unleashing rope after thick, hot rope of cum straight down her throat. She swallowed frantically, her throat muscles working overtime to gulp it all down, not missing a single drop even as Jess kept forcing her head up and down through our orgasms. I roared, my vision blurring, the pleasure so intense it bordered on pain, my cock pulsing endlessly in the tight confines of her gullet.

As we came down, Jess released Mom’s hair, her face flushing with a mix of arousal and sheepishness. “Sorry, Mom, I got a little carried away,” she said, sucking her cum-slick fingers.

Mom pulled off my spent cock with a gasp, licking her lips clean, her brown eyes shining with satisfaction. “Don’t worry, sweetie,” she purred, voice hoarse but happy. “I loved every second of it.”

Jess slid out of bed on shaky legs, wobbling like a newborn foal as she steadied herself against the nightstand. “Fuck, my ass is killing me from those poundings you gave me last night,” she whined, rubbing her bruised cheeks with a dramatic pout, but there was that bratty spark in her green eyes that said she’d do it all over again in a heartbeat. Her nipples were rock hard, poking out like diamonds, her body still buzzing from watching Mom deep-throat me like a pro. She was worked up, flushed and fidgety, her pussy probably dripping just from the memory.

I grunted as I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, my abs screaming in protest—they were the worst, aching like I’d done a thousand crunches after a full-body workout. The rest of me was still sore from yesterday’s marathon of fucking, but it wasn’t the crippling pain it had been; more like a dull throb that reminded me of every thrust, every orgasm. Mom just smiled from the bed, looking satisfied and spent, as Jess grabbed my hand and practically dragged me toward the door. “C’mon, shower time,” she demanded, her voice husky with need. I didn’t resist—hell, why would I? She was naked, eager, and pulling me along like her personal sex toy.

We stumbled into the tiny shared bathroom, the cracked tiles underfoot cool against my bare feet. The space was cramped—a rusty sink, a toilet squeezed in the corner, and the shower-tub combo with its mildew-speckled curtain half-drawn. Jess cranked the faucet, testing the water until steam started rising, filling the room with that familiar misty warmth. She stepped in first, the spray cascading over her slim body, wetting her brown hair and making her skin glisten. Without a word, she bent over at the waist, bracing her hands against the tiled wall, her ass presented to me like a gift, water streaming down her back and over her curves. She looked over her shoulder, eyes locked on mine, dripping with desperation. “I’m sore but I don’t care—I’m so horny I’m going to explode. Just pick a hole already.”

God, that was hot. Jess had been begging for shower sex since this whole crazy thing started, and there was no reason to deny her anymore—not after last night, when we’d crossed every line imaginable. My cock, still semi-hard from Mom’s blowjob, twitched back to full attention at the sight of her bent over, pussy lips puffy and inviting under the water. I stepped into the tub behind her, the warm spray hitting my chest, washing away the remnants of sleep and sex. Gripping my shaft, I lined up the swollen head with her slick entrance, teasing her folds for a second before easing in slowly. She was tight, wet, and ready, but we were both tender from the night’s abuse—no need to go full savage like I had when I’d railed her ass raw.

I took it easy, sliding in inch by inch until I was buried to the hilt in her velvety heat, her walls clenching around me like a vice. “Fuuuck, Jess,” I groaned, my hands sliding up her wet sides to cup her perky C-cup tits, fingers pinching those rock-hard nipples gently. She moaned, pushing back against me, but I set a relaxed pace—long, steady thrusts that let us both feel every ridge and vein of my thick cock dragging along her inner walls. Water pounded down on us, mixing with the slick sounds of our bodies connecting, steam clouding the air as I fucked her slow and deep, savoring the way her pussy gripped me. No aggression this time, just intimate, loving strokes that built the pleasure gradually, our soreness melting into something blissful under the hot cascade.