Part III
I was 16 and definitely in total control of my lover, my s** partner, my mother. In six months time I had gone from a 15 year old fatherless boy to a 16 year old s******* vibrant man. I was enjoying a full and complete relationship with my Mother.
But things were about to change and change for the better ultimately , although at the beginning of this change , the relative calm that I enjoyed was put to the test.
On a late June night, my Mother had gone out on a date with an older gentleman. He picked her up about 6 and she would return at 1 am to my bed and my love.
But right after she left with him, the equation changed.
I had a 13 year old sister named Cindy. Cindy was very physically mature for her age and while I had forged full speed ahead with my Mother, I had not failed to notice that my sister had turned into a force physically.
She had begun to address her makeup needs and she would flat captivate any young man with her eyes. She had a beautiful nice developing rack. She had beautiful and well formed hips and pelvis. She had acquired my Mother’s ability to dress provocatively if not sensually. She was an 8th grader at the Junior High but I noticed that she was constantly being walked home by High School young men. I had not seen any physical contact or kissing, but was totally occupied with my Mother and our s** life and relationship.
I remember vividly thinking that my sister had turned into a full blown hottie. She was physically 17 or 18 and she knew how to walk and strut her stuff.
That 1st date night I came back into the house after watching my Mother leave.
I headed back to my bedroom with the intention of watching TV and preparing myself for my Mother’s return.
I was not shocked to hear my Sister call for me to come into her room.
Over time, I had caught several verbal indications that my Sister found me to be goof looking and hot herself. She had been so bold as to suggest that I teach her some things about kissing, making out and such. Again I never pushed any of that because I was totally involved with my relationship with my Mother.
But when I walked into her room I was totally stunned and turned on by what I saw.
She had on a shirt that barely covered her breasts and exposed her body . She had on p****** and really nothing else. She asked me if I liked what I saw.
I replied that I was impressed indeed.
She then arose from her bed and walked over to me and placing her hand on my crotch said,” I know what you and Mother have been doing. I want what Mother has been getting!”
I was 180% hot and turned on. I didn’t respond verbally. I just grabbed her, hugged her and kissed her as s******* as I could. She moaned and kept rubbing my now engorged c***. She became putty in my hands.
I put my hand on her left breast (Impressed by its weight and firmness) and began to make out just as if it were my Mother. We tongue wrestled and French kissed.
I picked her up and we moved over to her bed. We fell onto the bed in a full embrace. We made out and petted hard and heavy on that bed for a while.
The only one talking was her whispering into my ear things like,” I have wanted this day for a while! or Damn you are hot or How am I doing or Am I as good as Mother”
i said nothing at all because I was totally physically involved with making out with my Hot Voluptuous sister. By this time I had advanced the petting to a full blown messaging of her c*** and the hair near her entrance. She was loving it. She was moaning and certainly enjoying my kissing, my fondling and my breast and p**** massaging.
At that time, I stopped and as we were lying prone on her bed, I tried to explain that she was everything I could ever hope for. BUT I was in a full blown relationship with our Mother.
We bantered back and forth about reality. I promised her I would make out and fondle her every chance I got, but that I could not nor wanted to upset my relationship with our Mother. But i was emphatic that i couldn’t f*** her . We didn’t dare run the risk of my f****** her. She would banter back ,” Are you f****** Mother?” Yes, Yes I was but Mother was a grown woman. Cindy was an adolescent .
I think that Cindy acquiesced to my direction because after a few minutes, she literally pounced on top of me and began to ride my d***. I was in full clothes but she soon unzipped me, gently but firmly , yanked my d*** out of my underwear and had it in her mouth within seconds. I was shocked that my 13 year old sister was giving me head, but Heaven knows it was good head.
I oved it and she occasionally would admit that she learned a lot of these things by listening to Mother and I. Frankly at that moment, I didn’t care to a point. She was great! If you can believe it , she was better than my Mother and by this time, my Mother and I had been regular on blowjobs three or four times a week.
Cindy and I made out and I provided her first finger f***.
She seemed to enjoy all of that and we continued this until nearly 10 o’clock that night.
I gave her a passionate kiss and left the room. I think she was satisfied but only to a point.
Now I had to deal with what all this meant.
Immediately, in my room, I struggled with so much of it. My first thought was how easy and quickly it had happened. I admitted to myself that Cindy had been turning me on for quite some time. I was even a bit jealous of some of the boys walking her home.
Secondly, I was concerned about how much I had enjoyed it. Truth be told , it brought back memories of my early sessions with my Mother several months before.
Obviously, I had come to the conclusion that I needed to make the most of both situations. I absolutely loved my Mother and was physically and emotionally involved. But as of that night, I had fallen into a great physical relationship with my young sister. I loved it.
I loved it so much that I felt completely vindicated when Mother returned that night and came int me and my bed after her date.
In the middle of a rather serious l********* session, my mind wondered into the adjacent room realizing that my hot sister wanted exactly what we were doing and that she was not a little 13 year old but a full young woman who really wanted me to be the first to f*** her.
The summer was hot at the Thompson household to be sure.
There were several incidents along the way that created an interesting set of circumstances for me and us.
Outside in our garage was a concrete tub that we called the Iron Tub. This is where my Mother used the Iron Tub to prepare laundry before it was placed in the Washing Machine.
One afternoon, I noticed that Mother went out into the garage to use the Iron Tub. We (Mother and I ) had continued a torrid but solid relationship. That afternoon I would raise the stakes a bit.
I opened the door and walked up behind her and began to fondle her breasts and her s***** on the front side. I was kissing on her neck when she turned around and kissed me most sensually.
I turned her back around and lifted up her dress, grabbed her underwear and pulled them down to her ankles. Quickly I unzipped my fly, dropped my pants and placed my near rigid c*** up against her a**.
She asked me,” what are you doing?” I answered that I was going to f*** her in her a******. I had this urge for a while and once during, one of her periods, I had come to the stark conclusion that whenever she was s******* incapacitated, I could benefit from a*** pleasure.
She told me that she had never been fucked in the a** before but that if I would be gentle, we could begin.
Over time , I had developed the habit of carrying Vaseline in my left front pocket. Anticipating the size issue, I began to cover my throbbing c*** at the head with Vaseline. Mother sensed this and began to provide me with a h******* and direction into her a**.
It was indeed tight but over some ten minutes, I was able to put at least half my d*** in her a** in thrusts.
After a 15 minute issue, she was completely in sync with me and my a*** desires.
And then the door opened and it was Cindy.
I didn’t stop my efforts nor did Mother stop or say a word. Cindy asked what I was doing and I explained that I was f****** Mother in the a**. Why was I doing that and I explained that we would talk about it later.
I finished after another 3 or 4 minutes and Mother went about her way.
When I finished Mother and I embraced and kissed passionately. I told her I was going to talk to Cindy and Mother said nothing.
I went into the house and found Cindy in her room. She was looking fine and hot in cutoff jeans and those see through shirts that exposed her belly if not more.
I explained to her quickly that a** f****** or a*** s** was for any of several reasons. 1) It allowed for s***** satisfaction during menstrual cycles for both partners 2) It guaranteed that full e********** but the male could not result in pregnancy and 3) that it was an ultimate sign of surrender of the woman to the man. I explained to her that any woman that allowed a man to f*** her in the a** meant that that man owned that woman.
I assured Cindy that we would try it only if she wanted too.
That evening Mother and I got dressed up to go to the VFW Labor Day Dance. Mother was excited that I would be her date in front of many men. She was excited (mentally aroused) that some of the men would be enticed to think that she must be hot as heck to attract a young 20 year old to be her date.
We got to the dance and it was amazing to me how much attention my Mother generated in the VFW Hall.
She did look hot and definitely did not look 46 years old to be sure. We danced and I went to get her some refreshments. She was turning the heads of so many men.
I noticed that a gentleman approached my Mother at our table. There was the general small talk. I returned to the table and Mother informed me that the gentleman would bring her home that night.
I understood and got home in near record time.
I went in my room and undressed down to my under wear.
I knocked on Cindy’s room and she said to come in.
I entered and she had p****** and a see through bra,
As i approached her, she stood up and we embraced in a tight sensuous kiss. We began to make out and the petting was getting hot and heavy. My sister had become a great lover and was filling my needs and desires equally as well as was my 46 year old Mother.
We fell on her bed again continuing in a torrid fashion.
She asked me if I would f*** her in the a**? I stopped and asked her if she really understood what that meant.
I told her yes and that we would approach it differently.
I got up and got my Vaseline and brought it back to the room. I dropped her p****** and placed my middle finger in her a** hole with Vaseline and my index finger in her v*****. She absolutely loved it that way.
Her intensity in love making, kissing, fondling and sucking noticeably increased.
Within an hour, I convinced her to roll on her side and she placed my engorged d*** gently in her a******. Before long and in not many thrusts, this 13 year old was taking more of my d*** than my mother .
Almost within minutes of completing our evening in Cindy’s room, Mother came home and we had another torrid night of l*********
That was Labor Day Weekend. Part III ends