#34
Christina grabbed the blanket shakily and, slowly, pulled it away. And as expected, not only is her mother naked, but even her brother, William, is.
She almost crumbled on the spot- what the hell!
She stared at her brother’s naked form, down his penis… It’s hard! And it’s big!
Her heart was pounding in her throat.
Released from containment, it stood straight up, bigger than those she had seen before. His groin area was mostly hairless, with some short black pubes above his cock. The peach fuzz on his balls was highlighted in the darkness.
I’ve seen his dick before when I was peeking as he showered, but… was it this big? Absolutely not! It’s almost twice as big now. How is this possible?
Although that was almost a year ago…
They did say men can change so much in a year. But, but will their penis grow this big?!
Christina didn’t know which shocked her most. Her mother is sleeping with her brother, or the fact that her brother has an enormous dick!
Although she can’t be said to have seen a lot of cock in her life, she had seen a dozen of them. After all, she loves watching porn and masturbating. But she had not seen something as big as her brother’s.
And he’s even rock solid.
Didn’t they do it last night? The state of their bodies seems to suggest it. So how can he still be hard?
They didn’t?
Is sleeping together, and nude, just a hobby?
Christina wondered.
She needed to make sure.
She looked at him and watched him sleep. He looked so peaceful. Making up her mind, she slowly took his dick in her hand and leaned over. She moved her face closer, holding him gently, afraid of waking him up.
The smell of a man is intoxicating that she almost let out a moan.
But amidst his strong, intoxicating smell, there was something that didn’t belong to him.
She didn’t know what kind of smell it was at first, but she did feel it was familiar.
And then she remembered.
It’s that smell! Cum! And that from a woman!
Christina frowned and immediately walked to the other side of the bed. Her breath hitched as she positioned herself at the foot of the bed, her eyes locked on her mother’s exposed body.
The dim light from the hallway filtered in, casting soft shadows over the curves of her mom’s thighs, spread slightly apart in sleep.
Her mother’s pussy was right there, bare and glistening faintly—swollen lips parted just enough to reveal the pink inner folds, a thin trail of dried cum crusted along the edges.
She leaned in closer, her nose inches from the source, inhaling deeply.
The scent hit her like a wave: musky arousal mixed with the sharp, salty tang of fresh semen.
It was unmistakable now—her brother’s cum, leaked out and smeared across her mother’s cunt.
Christina’s hand trembled as she reached out, fingers brushing lightly against the soft skin of her mom’s inner thigh. The warmth radiated from her body, and a fresh bead of sticky fluid oozed from the slit, confirming everything.
They did fuck, Christina thought, her own pussy clenching with a rush of heat.
William let Mom shove that big cock inside her. Filled her up with his load.
The realization sent a thrill straight to her core, her nipples hardening against her thin nightshirt. She couldn’t tear her eyes away, watching as her mom’s chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, oblivious.
Emboldened by the silence, Christina traced a finger along the outer lips, feeling the slick residue coat her skin.
It was still warm, not fully dried—meaning it hadn’t been that long since it had been that way.
She dipped lower, parting the folds gently to expose the creamy mess inside.
White strands of cum clung to the walls of her mother’s pussy, mixed with her own juices, pooling at the entrance.
Christina’s mouth watered, an unfamiliar urge bubbling up.
She wanted to taste it, to know exactly what her brother and mom had shared.
Her free hand slipped between her own legs, pressing against the damp fabric of her panties. She rubbed in slow circles, stifling a whimper as she imagined her brother’s thick shaft stretching her mom open, pounding until he exploded.
How did it feel? Did she scream his name like those in movies?
A soft rustle from the bed made her freeze.
William shifted in his sleep, his hard cock twitching slightly, but he didn’t wake.
Her gaze flicked back to it, mesmerized by the way it bobbed, its head flushed purple and leaking a drop of pre-ejaculate fluid. She wanted to wrap her lips around it, suck him awake, but she held back, focusing on her mom instead.
Gathering her courage, Christina leaned in, her breath ghosting over the warm skin of her mother’s thigh.
She dragged her tongue slowly along the sticky trail of cum, the flavor exploding on her taste buds—salty and thick, undercut by the faint, tangy sweetness of her mom’s arousal.
It coated her tongue like a forbidden elixir, sending a jolt straight to her core. Her clit pulsed insistently, demanding attention as fresh wetness seeped into her panties, soaking the cotton against her swollen folds.
She licked again, more boldly this time, her tongue flattening against the outer lips of her mother’s pussy.
The flesh yielded softly under her touch, slick with the remnants of their coupling.
Christina lapped at the edges, gathering the mingled fluids—her brother’s creamy seed mixed with her mom’s juices—before pressing deeper. Her tongue delved into the hot, velvety entrance, scooping out a glob of the thick mess.
She swirled it in her mouth, savoring the illicit blend, the way it made her own pussy clench with aching need.
This is so fucking wrong, her mind hissed, a frantic whisper amid the haze of lust. Yes, she has experience eating a pussy. A woman’s life without a man would make you do stupid things. Especially for a girl who had gone into puberty.
Stealing her brother’s underwear and masturbating with it. Secretly uses his toothbrush to brush her teeth every morning. Those are just some of the stupid things a girl would do as she experiences puberty. However, even that is not enough.
Without a man’s presence, a girl can only seek an alternative. That is why some girls date other girls for the sake of it. And she is among the few. She secretly dated several girls and had sex with them. That is why, although most women might abhor tasting a woman’s pussy, she doesn’t. She already got used to it.
Nevertheless, licking your mother’s pussy?
That is a different thing.
However, despite knowing this is bad, her body betrayed her. Her hips rocked subtly as she chased the high, fingers itching to plunge into her own dripping slit.
Her mother’s hips bucked once, involuntarily, a soft, throaty moan slipping from her parted lips in the depths of sleep. The sound vibrated through Christina like electricity, making her pull back sharply, heart hammering against her ribs.
She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, the sticky residue smearing across her skin, and stared at the now-glistening pussy—lips puffy and parted, a fresh trickle of cum leaking out from the probing. Her own arousal throbbed relentlessly, panties drenched and clinging uncomfortably to her throbbing clit.
What now? Wake them and demand answers? Crawl between them and beg to join? Or sneak away to fuck herself senseless with the image burned into her brain?
Christina bit her lower lip hard enough to taste the metallic tang of blood, her throat tightening as a dry knot formed.
A sharp twist of jealousy knifed through her gut, hot and vicious, but beneath it lurked something far more insidious—a raw, gnawing hunger she couldn’t suppress.
Her body trembled at the sight of them entwined, her mother’s scent still clinging to her brother’s skin like a brand, mingling with his earthy musk.
It wasn’t just envy clawing at her; it was a deep, hollow ache of longing, the kind that made her thighs press together for friction.
Her fingers curled into fists at her sides, nails digging into her palms as her heart stuttered.
When did everything change?
Had her mom seduced him, cornered that once-prudish brother of hers who used to flush crimson and lecture her for daring to walk past him in just a towel?
Unfortunately, the scene in front of her proved that wrong.
The innocent expression on her brother’s face as he slept suggested that no violence or force was done.
Even his body, draped protectively over their mother, showed no signs of any coercion or force.
Just what the hell happened while I was away?
The question seared through her, igniting a blaze in her veins that chased away the last remnants of her jealousy, replacing it with a blistering surge of desire that drowned her senses.
She fought to bury it, grasping at the iron control she’d always wielded over her emotions—the way she’d buried her forbidden crush on her brother deep down, channeling her passion into someone safer, someone who could actually return it.
Not like Daniela, who trailed after him like a ghost, her obsession a relentless, unquenchable fire that refused to die.
Wait… Daniela?
A frown creased Christina’s brow, her head whipping toward the door as a cold wave of suspicion crashed over her.
No way Daniela wouldn’t have sniffed this out. And if their mother was spreading her legs for William, Daniela would’ve clawed her way in, desperate to wrap her pussy around him, to steal a taste of what she’d craved for so long.
Could it be her?
Had Daniela finally snapped, pinning him down and riding his cock until he gave in?
But no—that didn’t fit.
William would’ve fought back, maybe even thrown her out of the house in anger. She’d have heard about it; a family blowup like that would’ve pulled her back home in a heartbeat. Calls, texts, chaos. But there was nothing.
Did she? Or didn’t she?
Nah, William was the odd one out here.
If Daniela had forced herself on him, he wouldn’t look this serene, curled up in sleep without a trace of torment etching his face.
No shadows of fear or resentment. Hell, he wouldn’t be able to bury himself balls-deep in their mom afterward, not with that kind of violation hanging over him.
Her breath snagged in her chest as she edged closer to the bed, pulled inexorably toward the tangled bodies like a moth spiraling into firelight. Her thoughts spun wildly.
Just what the fuck went down while I was gone?
But it wasn’t only the mystery gnawing at her now—it was the electric potential humming in the air, the tantalizing hint that this twisted tableau could crack open doors she’d never dared imagine.
Doors to something raw and shared, something that bound them all in sweat-slicked skin and gasping moans.
Could it really be?
She clung to her composure, but it frayed at the edges, unraveling under the weight of emotions too dense, too choking to contain.
The image of her brother—relaxed, utterly sated beside their mother—stirred a hidden corner of her soul, awakening a whimpering, desperate need she’d long suppressed.
Was William actually into this?
Did he crave plunging his thick cock into more than just their mom’s dripping hole?
Was he fucking Daniela, too?
