Chapter 13

I stirred awake in the dim light filtering through the curtains of Mom’s bedroom, the familiar queen-sized bed creaking slightly under our combined weight. The sheets were tangled around us from last night’s marathon of debauchery, the air still thick with the musky scent of sex and sweat. My body ached in that delicious, post-orgasmic way, every muscle reminding me of how I’d pounded into Jess and Mom for hours, their moans echoing in my ears even now. But what really pulled me from sleep was the warm, wet suction enveloping my morning wood—that now-familiar sensation of a mouth working my cock like it was the only thing that mattered in the world.

I kept my eyes closed, savoring it, letting the haze of sleep fade slowly. God, I’d never tire of this. Waking up to a blowjob was the absolute best way to start the day, hands down. My dick throbbed in response, already rock-hard from whatever dreams had been teasing me. But something felt off this morning. The rhythm was different—more mechanical, less passionate than the fiery deep-throats Mom had been giving me the past few days. Instead of swallowing me whole, there was a hand stroking the base of my shaft, pumping in time with the sucking. It was good, don’t get me wrong, but it lacked that raw hunger, that desperate need to please me completely.

Then, a soft nuzzle against my neck, followed by a warm tongue tracing the shell of my ear. Tingles shot down my spine, making my toes curl. I finally cracked my eyes open, blinking against the morning light, and there she was—Mom, on my right side, her brown hair tousled, her DD-cup tits pressing against my arm, those brown eyes sparkling with mischief and affection. She was naked, just like we’d all fallen asleep, her petite frame curled against me like she belonged there. “Good morning, handsome,” she purred, her voice low and sultry, laced with that sensual edge that always made my heart race.

My gaze dropped down, and sure enough, it wasn’t Mom’s mouth on my cock. Jess popped off with a wet slurp, her green eyes gleaming up at me from between my legs, her brown hair messy and falling over her face. She was on her knees, naked too, her C-cup tits jiggling slightly as she grinned. “Mornin’, big bro,” she said cheekily, before diving right back down, her lips wrapping around my throbbing head and sucking hard.

I let out a groan, my hand instinctively reaching down to tangle in Jess’s hair. “Damn, can’t believe Jess beat you to my dick,” I said to Mom, my voice still rough from sleep. “Her lazy ass is normally sleeping in.”

Jess pulled off again, my cock glistening with her spit, a string of it connecting her lips to my tip. “Hey, I’ll have you know—” But I didn’t let her finish. I grabbed the back of her head and shoved her right back down onto my dick, forcing a few more inches into her warm, wet mouth. She giggled around my shaft, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through me, but she got the message and went back to work, bobbing her head with renewed enthusiasm.

Mom chuckled softly, her breath hot against my ear. “Jess really wanted your first load of the day, so I let her have it this time. She was up before me, can you believe it? Begging like a little slut.” Her words were playful, but there was an undercurrent of pride in her voice, like she was happy to see her daughter stepping up.

I turned my head, capturing Mom’s lips in a deep kiss, my tongue plunging into her mouth as I explored every inch. She moaned into me, her body pressing closer, and I groped her tits with my free hand, squeezing those full, heavy mounds. Her nipples hardened instantly under my palm, pebbling into stiff peaks that begged for attention. I broke the kiss, trailing my lips down her neck while my other hand kept Jess’s head moving on my cock. Jess was slurping noisily now, her hand stroking what she couldn’t fit in her mouth, her tongue swirling around my shaft like she was starving for it.

“Scoot up,” I murmured to Mom, and she did, positioning herself so her tits were right in my face. I latched onto one nipple, sucking hard, flicking my tongue over the sensitive bud. Mom gasped, her back arching, her hand cradling my head. “Oh, Chris ... yes, just like that,” she moaned, her voice breathy and filled with need. I switched to the other nipple, biting down gently, and reached down between her legs. Her pussy was already soaked, her folds slick and swollen. I rubbed her clit in slow circles, dipping two fingers inside her tight heat, pumping them in and out while I sucked her tits like a man possessed.

Mom’s moans grew louder, her hips bucking against my hand. “Chris ... my wonderful son ... oh god, you’re making Mommy cum!” She shuddered, her pussy clenching around my fingers as she orgasmed, her juices coating my hand. I kept rubbing her through it, drawing out every last tremor, until she was panting and praising me. “You’re such a good boy, Chris. So attentive, so perfect.”

I glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand—time was ticking. School wouldn’t wait. “Jess, you need to start deep-throating me or we’ll be here all day,” I said, my voice firm.

She pulled off with a pop, licking her lips. “I tried earlier this morning, but my mouth is too sore from last night. You really fucked my throat raw, big bro.” She pouted, but there was a twinkle in her eye, like she was proud of the ache.

“Then why’d you insist on being the one to blow me this morning?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

She whined dramatically, stroking my cock with her hand. “I’ve been wanting to do this for sooo long. I couldn’t wait any longer! Please, Chris, let me have it.”

I sighed, but I couldn’t deny her enthusiasm. “Okay, but I’m showering with Mom this morning then.” Jess looked torn, her bratty side flashing for a second, but she must’ve really wanted that load because she nodded and dove back down, sucking faster now, her hand pumping the base while her mouth worked the head. She was putting in effort, swirling her tongue, hollowing her cheeks, really trying to milk me.

It hit me then, how fucking surreal this all was. Just a couple weeks ago, Jess and I were arguing over stupid shit like who had to do the dishes or whose turn it was for the TV remote. Now? We were fighting over morning BJ or shower together. My twin sister, on her knees, greedily blowing me while our mom cuddled against me, licking my ear. Speaking of which—Mom’s tongue was back at it, tracing wet patterns along my earlobe, nibbling gently. I’d never thought of my ear as an erogenous zone, but holy shit, it was sending electric tingles straight down my spine, making my balls tighten and my cock twitch in Jess’s mouth.

I laid back against the pillows, one hand in Jess’s hair guiding her pace, the other arm wrapped around Mom, pulling her close. The room was filled with the sounds of Jess’s sloppy sucking—wet slurps and gags—and Mom’s soft whispers of encouragement in my ear. “That’s it, baby, give it to her. Fill your sister’s mouth.” The pressure built fast, my hips bucking up involuntarily as Jess worked me over. Her hand twisted just right, her tongue pressing against the underside of my shaft, and with Mom’s tongue teasing my ear, I couldn’t hold back.

“Fuck, Jess ... here it comes!” I groaned, my balls drawing up as I erupted. Thick ropes of cum shot into her mouth, and she gulped it down greedily, not spilling a drop, her throat working to swallow every last bit. She milked me dry, sucking until I was spent, my body shuddering with the aftershocks. Finally, she pulled off, licking her lips with a satisfied grin. “Mmm, best breakfast ever.”

Jess scooched over on the bed, flopping onto her back with a contented sigh, her chest heaving as she panted, that sly, bratty smile spreading across her face like she’d just won some secret victory. Her green eyes locked onto mine, sparkling with mischief, as she reached up and dragged a stray strand of my cum from her chin with her finger, popping it into her mouth and sucking it clean with an exaggerated moan. “Mmm, yummy,” she purred, licking her lips like a cat that got the cream—literally. Her naked body was sprawled out on the rumpled sheets, her C-cup tits rising and falling with each breath, a light sheen of sweat making her skin glow in the morning light. God, she looked so fucking satisfied, like swallowing my load would be the highlight of her day.

I couldn’t help but grin back at her, my cock still twitching from the afterglow, but I swung my legs over the side of the bed, feeling the cool hardwood floor under my feet. The room was a mess—clothes scattered everywhere from last night, the air heavy with the scent of our family fuck-fest. I reached out and took Mom’s hand, helping her up from the bed. Her petite frame moved gracefully, those DD-cup tits jiggling slightly as she stood, her brown eyes soft and adoring as they met mine. She was naked too, her curvy body a perfect contrast to Jess’s lean, teenage tightness—Mom had that mature allure, all soft curves and knowing smiles. “Come on, let’s get cleaned up,” I said, my voice low and commanding, the words sending a visible shiver through her.

We padded hand-in-hand to her attached bathroom, my first time really stepping inside since we’d unpacked after the move. It wasn’t anything special—just like the one Jess and I shared down the hall, tiny and cramped, with cracked white tiles on the walls that had seen better days, a sink sporting rust stains around the drain, a plain toilet squeezed in the corner, and the shower-tub combo taking up most of the space. The curtain was a faded blue, spotted with mildew stains that no amount of scrubbing could fully erase, and the whole place had that lived-in, slightly neglected feel, like the rest of the house. The only “luxury” was that it was private, tucked right inside the master bedroom instead of being in the shared space of a hallway. Steam was already starting to fog the small mirror above the sink as Mom fiddled with the faucet, but I couldn’t focus on that—my eyes were glued to her ass, those full, round cheeks swaying as she bent over slightly to adjust the water temperature. Fuck, it was perfect, jiggling just right, begging to be grabbed, spanked, or buried in.

Once the water was hot and streaming down, we stepped in together, pulling the curtain closed behind us. The spray hit my skin like a warm embrace, washing away the remnants of sleep and sex. I grabbed the bar of soap from the little ledge, lathering it up in my hands before turning to Mom. “Turn around,” I murmured, and she did, presenting her back to me. I ran my soapy hands over her shoulders, down her spine, massaging the suds into her skin. She sighed contentedly, leaning into my touch as I worked lower, cupping her ass cheeks and squeezing them firmly. I’ll never tire of Jess’s tight teen body—that perky ass, those firm tits, all youthful and bouncy—but damn, I’ll never get enough of Mom’s more mature, curvier figure either. She still had a small waist and a flat stomach, toned from whatever hidden strength she’d built over the years, but her tits and ass were fuller, riper, just begging for my hands and mouth. They were made for groping, for burying my face in, for claiming. As I lathered her up, my cock hardened again, pressing against her slick skin, and she returned the favor, soaping up my chest, my abs, then dropping to her knees to wash my thighs and that throbbing shaft, her hands gentle but teasing.

The shower-tub combo was way too small for three people—hell, it was a tight fit for two, with barely enough room to maneuver without bumping into the walls. I’d just have to suffer with choosing to shower with Mom or Jess each time, rotating like some king picking his favorite concubine. But fuck, this was just one more reason why it was better to be rich. A bigger shower, maybe one of those fancy walk-in ones with multiple heads and benches, would mean not having to choose—I could have both of them in there with me, soaping each other up, bending over for me, turning it into a wet, slippery orgy every morning. The thought made my dick twitch harder, but I snapped out of it, my hands roaming Mom’s body with purpose now.

Without a word, I bent her over at the waist, my hands on her hips guiding her forward. She knew exactly what I wanted—automatically bracing her hands against the tiled wall, the water cascading down her back as she wiggled her ass at me invitingly, those cheeks parting just enough to tease a glimpse of her soaked pussy. “That’s it, Mom, show me what’s mine,” I growled, lining up my cock with her entrance. I eased into her from behind, inch by throbbing inch, her tight, warm walls gripping me like a vice, slick from the water and her arousal. She gasped, pushing back against me, taking me deeper until I was buried to the hilt in that heavenly cunt.

I reached around, grabbing onto those magnificent tits, squeezing them hard as I started moving, slowly at first, savoring the drag of her pussy along my shaft. Our moans bounced off the small walls of the shower, echoing in the confined space—mine deep and guttural, hers high and needy, mixing with the sound of water splashing and skin slapping against skin. “Fuck, Mom, you feel so good,” I groaned, my hips rolling in a steady rhythm, each thrust sending jolts of pleasure through me. Her ass jiggled with every impact, and I couldn’t resist slapping it lightly, watching the flesh ripple under my palm.

I wished I could just do this all day—pound into her under the hot spray, lose myself in her body, forget about school and the world outside. But time was ticking, and we had to get moving. With a grunt, I picked up the pace, fucking her harder, faster, the water making everything slick and urgent. My balls slapped against her clit with each thrust, and I felt her pussy start to flutter around me, clenching in that telltale way. “Oh god, Chris! I’m cumming!” she cried out, her body shuddering as her orgasm hit, her walls milking my cock like they were trying to pull every drop out of me. But I didn’t stop—I kept fucking her through it, pounding relentlessly, drawing out her pleasure until she was a moaning, trembling mess.

She kept gasping praises between breaths. “You’re such a stud, Chris ... my big, strong son ... fucking Mommy so good...” Her words fueled me, making my cock swell even harder inside her.

“Whose pussy am I fucking?” I demanded, my voice rough, one hand leaving her tit to grip her throat lightly from behind, tilting her head back under the water.

Without hesitation, she moaned, “Yours! This pussy is all yours, baby! Take it, own it, you fucking stud!”

That did it. With a roar that echoed off the tiles, I dumped a huge load into MY pussy, blasting rope after thick rope of cum deep inside her, filling her up until it leaked out around my shaft, mixing with the water swirling down the drain. God, what a hot thought that was—knowing I owned Mom’s pussy, that it was mine to fuck, to fill, to claim whenever I wanted. She was my personal cum-dump, my submissive slut, and the power of it surged through me like fire, making my orgasm stretch on forever. I held her there, buried balls-deep, until I was completely spent, both of us panting under the cooling spray.