Timmy #14: A Kiss with Mom

A Kiss with Mom

Timmy’s Thoughts

It’s the New Year, but I’m still writing about my life in December. I’m going to keep all but the juicy parts short and sweet. I’m no writer, just a journal keeper, but not for much longer. Maybe, I don’t know; it seems like all I do is write about fucking, but Diana likes reading what I write, so maybe she won’t let me stop.

Now, on to my life.

Sunday

I’m worried about Abbey. I don’t think anything is wrong with her, but what does she know about Diana and me? Abbey and I still wrestled, but not like before. She’s not so much into getting her frustrations out and learning anymore. It’s more like she’s trying to ... fool ... around with me. She’ll jump on me when I’m on the couch trying to watch TV. Sometimes I’m just walking through the house, and she gives me a shove—she’s got silent feet. Sometimes, she jumps on me when I’m in my room doing my homework. I don’t get home from wrestling practice until after seven, so I don’t have the time to go through real wrestling drills with her anymore, not until after the State Tournament ends in March. After that, if she wants to roll, we’ll roll, but I don’t know if she still cares about learning the fundamentals of controlling your opponent.

The problem isn’t that Abbey likes to play wrestle with me; it’s the why that concerns me. Outside of straight-up kissing me in front of Abbey, Diana does act like I’m her boyfriend in front of your younger sister, and since Mom already knows about Diana and me, I’m left to wonder what everyone else in the world knows. I don’t know who is talking about what anymore. The wrestling moms know about my affair with my sister, that’s for sure. For all I know, Diana has told Abbey about us even if Diana hasn’t said that she has, and where Diana plans for that information to lead is anyone’s guess.

Diana taunts me with how much prettier and sexier, and more beautiful our little sister Abbey is than her. I don’t know how you can compare a pair of rainbows to each other, but Diana has made it clear that she thinks Abbey will ripen into one of the few really beautiful women of the world—no makeup needed.

I don’t think Diana was a nympho, but I do think my sister loves to experiment, and that makes me nervous. I don’t think Diana realizes that we could get into a lot of trouble for this, and fucking with Abbey’s sexuality is not something that I think we should be doing. I know, we’re triplets, but she’s still my little sister.

Fuck—life is tough.

I’m not going to bring up any of this incest stuff to Abbey. Maybe that’s what Diana wants me to do, and then what? Then I’m the one who has to explain to Abbey why her older brother is fucking her older sister and our mother?

Speaking of Mom, she’s the reason for this entry, so let me go a few more days into the past and let you—my journal—in on a brand new part of my life.

Mom’s Kiss

We—my mother and I—didn’t speak much following the Sunday pool party, where I’m pretty sure I promised about half of my team’s mothers I’d help them get their sons into bed. Mom couldn’t drive home from that party, so I did, and Diana helped me put Mom to bed, and then we had our fun, where Diana permitted me to sleep with as many of the mothers as I had too, for a price: She gets to sleep with Lana and later, she gets to have my ass.

Fuck—I don’t know if I can go through with that.

Monday came, and Mom went to work, stayed out late, and came home. She curled up on the couch with Abbey and watched TV, not ignoring me but not paying me any special attention either.

Tuesday came around; I was in Diana’s room, inside my older sister’s pussy from behind. She lay on her tummy in the prone position while I pressed my hips into her ass, grinding my cock between her slick folds as her warmth dampened my crotch. (God, she gets so fucking hot when I’m between her legs.) We had already had sex a few times. Now we were just having fun before going to bed together. I can’t remember the last time I slept alone for the night.

At eleven—I knew it was eleven because Diana asked me what time it was—my sister told me to go downstairs and get her some water. I dressed in my workout shorts and a shirt and went downstairs. As I walked into the kitchen, I saw my mom sitting at the breakfast table, drinking a cup of tea. She was wearing a pearl satin robe that exposed her cleavage, and her two thick nipples formed a pair of small headlights against the robe’s fabric. She stood when I entered the kitchen, her belt cinched at her waist, but the loose half knot she had tied her robe in didn’t do much to keep the lower portion of her robe together.

“Not tired?” Mom asked, but she didn’t sound surprised to see me in the kitchen so late in the night.

“Just getting water,” I said.

“For your sister?”

I nodded.

Mom walked to the fridge, her long leg slipping out of her robe and exposing her thighs as she turned away from me. The robe’s thin satin clung to her weight-trained backside, her twin cheeks outlined beneath her robe like a polished apple.

“Here,” Mom said. She brought Diana’s water to me. I tried to take it from her hand, but she didn’t let go of the bottle after my fingers closed over the plastic above her fingers. “Did you have fun on Sunday?”

“Yeah,” I said. “But not as much fun as you and the other moms had, I think.”

Mom rolled her head to the right, smiling as she did. “We did get a little carried away in front of our boys, didn’t we?”

“More than a little,” I said. “But, it was fun.”

“And before the other moms showed up, did you have fun then?” Mom spoke in an almost whisper, but her voice seemed to fill the kitchen. She moved her forefinger up the bottle, brushing my thumb.

“Yeah,” I said. “Lots.” Goosebumps crawled up my back.

“And you’re okay with it?” Mom took a shaky breath. Her cheeks flushed. When she spoke again, her voice trembled. “You’re okay with helping Prisha get what she wants from her son?”

I swallowed. My heart tripped, recovered, and skipped into a double-quick beat to make up for the beat I had lost.

“Yes,” I said.

“What about the others?” Mom asked. “You’re willing to help all of the other mothers as well ... with their sons?”

“Yes,” I whispered, my chest tightening.

“And me?” my mother said so softly I had to read her lips to make out her words. She brushed my thumb again. “You’re willing to help me get what I want as well?” As she spoke, a pink blush toasted her light cheeks. A new sparkle ignited within her green eyes, matching the coy smile forming on her lips.

“Yes, Mom,” I said. “I am.”

Mom let go of the bottle in our hands. “You better go back upstairs. Your sister is waiting for you.”

I nodded and started to turn around.

“Timmy,” Mom said before I had barely begun moving. “Aren’t you going to give Mommy a goodnight kiss?”

Holy fuck.

I turned back to my mother, moving closer to her as I raised my hands to her waist. The water bottle wouldn’t let me grip her left hip, but my left hand fell onto the yielding firmness of the hard body beneath her robe. Mom trembled as my lips moved toward her. I wasn’t thinking, just acting on instinct. Mom tilted her head upward, even lifting herself onto her toes, bringing herself closer to me. Our lips met. Her lips were warm and soft and full, the taste of her flavored by the mint tea she had been drinking.

“Mmm,” Mom sighed in an almost thankful way. The energy flowing through her veins surged into me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and dug her fingers into my hair, caressing the back of my head with an eagerness that surprised me.

“Mmm, hmm, mmm,” Mom continued to hum.

I parted my lips further, sliding my tongue forward. Mom pulled herself to me, her big breasts pushing into my chest, her nipples digging through her satin robe and my thin shirt. I wrapped my arms around her back, settling my fingers above the downward slope of her ass. Our lips moved together wetly, creating a piece of soft, liquid music my cock thickened beneath. (Mom was the first woman I had ever jerked off to, and now this ... it was a teen’s dream come true.) Our kiss ended when I circled the tip of my hard prick against my mother’s stomach.

“We need to stop,” Mom whispered in a rushed voice. “Abbey’s home.” She lowered her mouth, resting her forehead against my chest. “But we can talk about this tomorrow when we have some privacy.”

“Tomorrow?” I asked.

“Your sister is waiting for you.”

Fuck.

“Tomorrow then.” I slid my hands back to Mom’s sides, and I squeezed her right hip with my left hand. “As soon as I get home from practice?”

“Whatever you want,” Mom said.

I broke away from my mother and went upstairs. Diana thanked me for the water and kissed me on the lips, pausing to say, “Mmm, minty.” She eyed my hard-on, laughed to herself, then scrambled naked into bed with an unexpected giddiness.

I undressed before joining my sister in bed. She didn’t bother opening her water. She did what she usually does when we sleep together: She turned on left her side and draped her right arm and leg over my body. I curled my right arm under her neck and around her back, and she went to sleep. I stayed awake, my hard-on tenting the sheets.

I lay there, trying to will the aching beast that was my cock to softness. At some point during the night, as Diana’s soft puffs of breath fell over my chest, my cock began to deflate, wilting, swaying, and crumping to the side in an all-to-slow collapse that gave me time to think about my mother’s lips once again. No good. My cock stiffened, becoming a giant ache beneath my shorts.