Chapter 5: Chapter 5

I had a fantastic time on the run. When it comes to one of my favorite online shooting games, it is not every day that I have a nice winning streak. Once I got into it, the hours just flew by. I was in a good mood and wanted to finish on a high note, so I logged off and saw the time.

11pm. Oh no, it was too late.

It's now just a matter of going to the refrigerator and eating whatever is there, jerking one out, and going to bed.

I didn't even make it outside my bedroom door before I was on the verge of tripping and breaking my freaking neck.

"What the fuck is going on?" Because the hallway was dark, I figured I was alone in the house. I wasn't like that. The fact that my sister's high heels were strewn across the floor was sufficient evidence. Jenna was, for Christ's sake, the messiest female I had ever met. They were also her going out shoes, indicating that she had returned home after a night on the town.

She's got to be really inebriated. Neither she nor anyone else would just leave her shoes hanging around for me to trip over if she could help it.

It was true that not just shoes, but also various articles of clothes could be found trailing down the corridor and into her bedroom. I trailed after her, gathering up her clothes one piece at a time.

Jenna was stretched out on her bed, practically naked, by the time I arrived in her room. Her bedroom lamp was turned on, and it appeared as though she had managed to strip completely naked; her bra and underwear were on the floor as well; she had then managed to put on her silky bed robe and crash out cold on the bed's headboard.

"God, you're going to catch a cold like that," I whispered to her, knowing she wouldn't hear me because she was wearing headphones. Even a bomb bursting in her face wouldn't be able to wake her up when she's been knocked out by alcohol.

I tried to push my sister to the side, hoping to get the sheets out from under her so I could cover her with my blanket.

That was more difficult than it appears because she was a large busty female. I made a conscious effort not to cast a glimpse down at her luscious breasts as I battled. But that didn't work out. I moved her and she threw her breasts out of the robe since she didn't tie it up properly.

"Oh my god," I thought to myself. I'd never seen a tit in the flesh until now.

Tim, the 18-year-old virgin, is a target for ridicule, to be sure. Fuck you as well.

They were there in front of me. This time it's a pair of massive, luscious mounds of flesh with the largest, most succulent nipples that I've ever seen in my life. I took a deep breath and swallowed.

I should shield her from the world, safeguard her dignity, and all of that.

It was my intention to draw the robe over her breasts that made my hand shake as I hovered over her.

“Jen?” I approached her and yelled her name. I gently pushed her shoulder in the direction I wanted it to go. “Jen?”

There was no response. She had passed out from exhaustion.

I should just go get an extra blanket out of the closet and put it over her and walk out the door.

My hand was dangerously close to her breasts at the time.

I took a few steps back and became acutely aware of my surroundings all of a sudden.

Mom had left the house.

No one will ever find out.

I swallowed another lump that had formed in my throat.

Then I cupped Jen's tit with my hand.

It was a surreal experience. I've never experienced something quite like it before in my life. It was a luxuriously soft, silky, and bouncy experience. Also, she noticed that her nipple was somewhat hard. I pressed on her breast with my fingertip, a move I did hesitantly.

There was no response.

I felt more secure as a result of feeling satisfied and even a little thrilled in a dark, unlawful way. Nobody will ever find out. In addition, it provided me with an opportunity to become acquainted with the feminine body.

I pushed and stroked the nipple with my index finger. What was it about it that felt so good? It felt like it belonged to me, didn't it? When the nipple reacted violently to my touch, my respiration became more rapid. I pinched it ever so softly, taking pleasure in the sensation of it.

This was completely incorrect; I should not be doing this. However, it was quite exhilarating. My crotch throbbed, and my shorts tented with sweat. This was sexier than anything I'd seen on the internet in the past.

However, that is my own sister!

My body didn't appear to notice what was going on. Nothing more than the fact that she was a lovely, busty young lady, and that opportunities like this didn't come along very frequently. As far as I'm aware, this could be my one and only encounter with a female.

I was curious as to what a pussy looked like.

Against the soothing glow of the bedroom light, my sisterr's contours were highlighted. The glistening cloth clung to her breasts and followed south across her stomach and between her thighs. With bated breath, I pinched the fabric and gingerly peeled it to the side, revealing my sister's crotch underneath.

Oh my fucking god, I'm in trouble.

She had been trimmed, but she still had a few bushes on her. My chest tightened as I took a deep breath. I licked the corners of my lips, which had become parched. In real life, a pussy appeared to be much more attractive.

I ran my fingers through her bush, and it was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. It was rough and harsh, yet it felt fantastic in my hands nonetheless. Then I came face to face with her clitoris. It was hard, like a pea with a hard shell. With my finger, I peeled back a small flap of skin that had been covering the hole in the ceiling. The pink nub was now completely exposed to my view.

I just wanted to suck on it, to be honest.

But I wasn't able to. It was completely incorrect. Or, to put it another way, I was afraid of getting caught. I discovered that it was a particularly delicate area of a woman's anatomy. What if that's what she needs to wake up?

But hey, I've come this far already, maybe I can just wing it... Feel what it's like to be a pussy, and then go into my room and rub one off. Against the fabric of my shorts, my cock throbbed with excruciating anguish. I'm not sure I've ever been this turned on in my life before. I was on the verge of doing it right then and there.

My heart was pounding on the inside of my rib cage. Then, in one fluid action, I cupped my fingers over my sisterr's heap of ashes.

What the f*ck is going on?

It was dripping wet. It was hot and moist, and the liquids were dripping down my fingers.

Still, she didn't make a peep.

Slowly, very slowly, I stroked my fingers up and down her lips, letting it rest gently on hers. I didn't really know what I was doing at the time, but I couldn't resist the impulse to dunk my fingers in her secretions out of sheer instinct.

A gasp was forced from my throat as my middle finger accidentally entered into her pussy.

'Holy fuck,' I say. When it hit me, it felt like a velvety warm embrace; it was tight and slippery, and indescribably amazing. It was something I really desired.

What was it that you desired?

Is it possible that I was just thinking of placing my cock in my own sister's crotch? Possibly, I could get away with –

"Can you tell me what you're doing?" From behind me, I heard a clipped voice calling out to me.

I backed away from Jenna, as if I were a deer caught in the headlights. As my finger made a squelching sound and a moan escaped my sister's lips, I looked at her with wide eyes. She made a small movement here and there, but otherwise remained motionless.

The way I turned suggested that I was turning away from the voice, or away from my sister, or away from the act of what I was doing to Jenna.

Mom exclaimed, "Oh my God." She was chewing on her lower lip with her hand over her lips.

"Wait, Mom, it's not what it appears to be," I said, jabbering out of breath.

Her gaze moved from the bulge in my shorts to the pussy-soaked hand in my palm.

"It appears to me that you were pointing your finger at Jenna, Tim."

My face was hot and flushed as a result of the experience. I'm absolutely fucking dead.

"It was just by chance, believe me!"

"How is touching Jenna up an accident?" says the narrator. She hissed in hushed tones.

You know what Jen is like when she's drunk, so I was attempting to cover for her. Then one thing led to another, and so on. I'm sorry... Before she arrived, I had never... been with a woman before, and..."

I shielded my face with my hands, unable to bear the sight of Mom's critical gaze. I tried to shut it all out with my hands.

On my hand, I was acutely aware of how strong Jenna's scent was, and I shivered. And I made a conscious effort not to be distracted by it.

"Please accept my apologies."

We seemed to be standing there for what seemed like an eternity. "Tim, you can't just go around touching people like that," says another.

"I understand, and I'm sorry." While I'm sure I sounded whiny, it was all I could think about at the time to express my regrets in that moment. I'd say anything to get Mom to forgive me for what I'd done. The truth is, I'm so wound up, and I've never had sex before, and... Oh God, please accept my apologies.

Mom looked at me with sadness in her eyes. "Do you happen to be a virgin?" "Just don't do it again," says the author.

I didn't say anything, just nodded. I couldn't think of anything more to say.

"You might want to take care of that as well."

It was only after looking down that I noticed I was sporting a gigantic boner, which was aiming directly towards my mother.

"Oh my god, I'm sorry."

"Is it uncomfortable?" she inquired.

"Yeah, if I don't get it figured out." "Do you think you'd be interested in lending a helping hand?" I made a joke. "Oh no, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it that way."

I wasn't sure if Mom was aware of what she was doing, but she was biting her lower lip. “Well… "If I assist you, will you promise that you will not repeat this behavior?"

Is what I heard her say correct? "Um, yes," says the narrator. Definitely.”

"Come over here," Mom instructed as she walked me over to the bedroom bed. "I can't stand the thought of my son becoming a degenerate."

“Here? Jen, on the other hand, is right there."

"She's out cold, so everything will be fine."

Mom sat on the edge of the bed, and I stood in front of her, my rock-hard cock pointing directly at her, as if she were a threat.

"So what do we do now?" I inquired.

"I suppose you should continue doing what you're doing."

I let out a small sigh and drew my shorts down. My crotch popped out of my crotch. I thought Mom suppressed a moan.

“Timmy, you’re… quite big,” she said.

“Thanks, I guess.”

She looked like she was waiting for me to do something. I looked over at my sister to make sure she was still asleep before going to bed myself. My cock began to twitch as soon as I started tugging at it.

It was an odd sensation. I'd never performed in front of an audience before. Mom did nothing but sit and observe.

It felt like I had been tugging at it for several minutes, but it didn't feel like it was anywhere near cumming.

"Do you think you're okay?"

“I… It was the first time I had done it in front of anyone. "It's a strange feeling."

"Do you want me to assist you in relaxing?"

"Sure, if you're able."

I watched as my mother took a moment to consider her options in her head before reaching out and grabbing my crotch. I was mortified.

Oh my god.

Her hand was soft and silky to the touch. And she had a firm grip on me, as if she had done this many times before.

My cock twitched as a result of her pumping my scrotum. It was much more pleasant than doing it myself!

"Does that feel good?" she said of me thereafter.

"Yeah, that's right. "However, I have the impression that it is a little unbalanced."

She kept pumping my shaft until it was completely exhausted. "Can you tell me what you mean?"

The only difference between me and you is that I'm buck naked and you aren't. Do not be concerned; I am simply thinking aloud."

"Would it make a difference if I undressed down to my underwear as well?"

"I believe that is the case."

That prompted her to release her grip on me for a brief moment, scoot farther back, and lift her T-shirt over her head, revealing her firm, luscious breasts. She was dressed simply in a white cotton T-shirt and leggings, both of which were made of cotton.

"Holy fuck," I exclaimed out loud.

“Better?”

I couldn't help but notice how beautiful her breasts were. Her nipples were larger than Jenna's, and they looked every bit as delectable as they did. That I had a penchant for MILFs, and that my mother was unquestionably one of them, certainly helped.

Mom returned to her stroking of my back. She looked up at me with a hopeful expression on her face, as if she were hoping she was doing a good job. Not knowing whether it was appropriate, I reached out and cupped her face – she didn't appear to be bothered by it.

Here I was, standing in my Jenna's room, with my mother yanking me out of it with a yank. I was a little taken aback by how hot I found the entire situation to be.

Mom's grip on my shaft became even tighter as she pumped her fists in my direction. "How's it going?"

Then I moaned out loud, "It feels really good, Mom." Pressure built up in my balls, a sensation I was all too familiar with.

"Are you going to... you know, cum soon?" says the narrator. My mother spoke in hushed tones, her breathing strained and heavy. Was she becoming enthralled as well?

"Uhh, no, not quite," I said.

She made a show of seeming as if she was deliberating over a possible decision. "If you tell anyone about this, I'll murder you. "This is especially true for your father."

Mom rose up and stopped pumping my arm with her beautiful, soft fingers before I had a chance to answer. She yanked her leggings and pantyhose down in one motion, using the hook of her thumbs to do so. When she finished, she turned around and climbed onto the bed on her hands and knees.

“Well? "This ought to suffice." She wiggled her ass in an enticing manner.

Fuck. My cock throbbed even more desperately when I caught a glimpse of Mom's delectable, blushing pussy.

“W-what?” I stumbled over my words. My brain had a brief moment of insanity.

She swung her chin to look over her shoulder. "Are you going to fuck me or what?" she asked in hushed tones. "While we're at it, we might as well make you lose your V-card."

Yes, that made perfect sense. As my hands began to tremble, I grabbed her hips. I glanced over at Jenna, making sure she was still asleep before continuing on my way. I took another gulp of water. Mom was in such excellent spirits, it was unbelievable. That she had long hazel brown hair that fell down to the base of her spine was a beautiful touch, and her skin was silky smooth as well.

Afterwards, she reached under my aching cock and guided it through the opening into her pussy.

She wiggled back a little and my cockhead was enveloped in the warmest, tightest feeling I'd ever experienced in my life.

"Oh fuck," I said, grumbling.

"Be quiet!" she pleaded, but it sounded like she was struggling to keep a moan from coming out.

Oh my God, what in the world have I been missing out on all these time? I had no idea what it was like to be a pussy until now. After pressing farther into her hips, my hands became even tighter on her hips as I pressed in, inch after inch of my cock being swallowed by my mother's lovely pussy. I bit my lower lip firmly in order to keep my groans to a minimum.

I tried my best to hold it in, but sensation of Mom’s pussy was strong. The inner walls of her pussy milked every inch of my straining cock.

It was instinctive for me to pull back, and before I could get completely out of the way, I shoved it in. I pushed myself all the way up to the point where the base of my cock rested against her ass.

The words "Fuck" were hissed into the sheets by Mom.

I got into a rhythm by going in and out. During my enjoyment of the wet, velvety sensation of her cunt, my thoughts became completely engrossed in euphoria. She was in such a fantastic mood.

“Outside.”

“What?” I inquired, having been jolted out of my state of mindless ecstasy for a brief instant.

"I told you to do it outside. I’m not on the pill.”

“O-okay,” I said, while pushing into her in slow, deep thrusts. The way her ass was so round and juicy, and the hot sexual way her beautiful little asshole puckered at me with each thrust, I was awestruck.

My crotch throbbed and tightened as I thought about it. I knew I wasn't going to be able to make it. I'm going to try my hardest to savor this moment and imprint it in my memory.

"You're feeling pretty nice, Mom," I moaned to my mother.

"Y-you as well, honey." "Your cock feels incredible," she responded.

That gave me a good feeling. My stomach swelled with a warm sense of satisfaction at the realization that I'm not the only one who finds this enjoyable. Mom's unprotected pussy is a throbbing, aching cock for me... Wait, wasn't there a threat still present? I was under the impression that we were taught in biology class that cumin still contained sperm.

The potential that my sperm had already made its way into Mom's womb and was traveling towards her viable eggs was a very real possibility...

My cock twitched in response to that thought.

It was something I really desired.

I had a strong desire to impregnate my own mother.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry, Mommy," I moaned, my voice breaking. My hands tightened around her, my nails digging into her delicate flesh. Everything in me was determined to mate with her, and there was nothing that could prevent me from doing so.

“What? "No, please don't!" She moaned under her breath. But I couldn't stop myself, and I pumped even more forcefully into her, this time with complete abandon.

"I'm about to cum!" I let out a growl. I didn't give a damn anymore.

"Oh fuck," she moaned, reaching under her skirt and rubbing her clitter furiously with her hands.

“Fuck!” I let out a scream. My crotch tensed, and I walked over. My balls emitted a torrent of my cum, which seeped deep into my mother. Her lungs were filled with spurt after spurt of hot, thick cum.

"Timmy, Timmy, Timmy!" Mom let out a scream. "Mommy's cumming...!" says the child.

Mom screamed out, her hands clawing desperately into the bedsheets as she trembled and shivered, as if she were experiencing her own beautiful orgasmic experience. I could feel her entire body clenching around my cock, her toes curled hard in my direction.

I was just there, clinging to her so tightly that I accidentally hurt her hips. So I kept twitching and spurting into her until all that was left were the faint afterglows of an amazing orgasm. I couldn't stop myself. I collapsed on top of Mom's back because I was exhausted.

As we approached, we were a little shaken and covered in a slick sheen of post-orgasm sweat.

Eventually, I rolled over to the side.

“I’m so sorry, Mom,” I panted, caressing her face. She was going to be upset, but it was so fucking worth it.

Instead of being angry, she just grinned back at me.

“It’s okay, it felt good for me too.”

The room became chilly all of a sudden, and my brain began to function properly again. Jenna was asleep next to us, and we were both buck naked. The room smelled of sex.

“We should leave,” Mom said.

"Yeah, that's a good idea."

We snuck back into the room, picking up our belongings and draping a blanket over Jenna before disappearing into the darkness.

I was just about to close the door to my room when Mom called out to me from hers.

So, the next time you have these urges, think about it..." I just need you to come to me, okay?"

I cracked a grin. "All right, Mom."