After Mom came, she went red at the sight of her cum dripping down my face, but she kept true to her word. She reached between my legs, and began jerking me off.

I didn’t really want to think about why my Mom was so good at…doing that…but it wasn’t long before I came, blasting my Mom’s face with my cum. We sat there for a few minutes, coated with each other’s semen, breathing heavily.

I glanced down to see that Mom was hard again, but before I could say anything, she excused herself and left me to return to sleep.

The next morning, it took me a few minutes to realize why my face was sticky and my pillow was damp. The previous night’s events felt like a dream – Mom has always been such a prude; the idea of her coming into my room in the middle of the night and demanding we trade sexual favors felt like a weird dream, but the evidence was there.

Breakfast that morning was so awkward that even Becca picked up on it. Neither Mom nor I revealed what was causing our strained relations, and she eventually dropped it.

I was halfway through third period – math, with Mr. Bellucci – when I got a message to come to the school office.

Mom was there, waiting for me, fidgeting and blushing furiously. She didn’t say a word until we were in the car.

“Carl,” she said awkwardly, “I need your help again.”

“What?”

“I mean…I need your help.”

Her eyes flicked down, and I knew exactly what she meant.

“Mom, şişli escort I can’t.”

“What do you mean?”

Her voice was suddenly steely.

“I mean…you know it’s wrong, right?” I pleaded.

Her eyes softened.

“Carl…don’t be like that.”

She leaned in close, so I could feel her breath against the side of my face.

“You know Mommy will help you out if you help her out…please, Carl, I need it.”

“We can’t,” I said. “Can’t you…y’know, take care of it yourself?”

“I tried,” she whined. “God, I try. I just…I need more. I need you. I need your little hand, wrapped around my cock. Please, Carl, I’ll…I’ll do anything.”

As she spoke, Mom’s hand had found its way to my thigh, and was rapidly moving up.

“We can’t,” I repeated, but I think Mom could tell that my heart wasn’t in it. I’d spent most of the morning remembering what it felt like to have Mom’s soft hands jerking me off…

Stroking her cock had been weird, but it hadn’t been the end of the world. It wasn’t like being with a guy – I got to look at her boobs as I jerked her off. It wasn’t gay.

It was a little weird that it was my Mom, but it wasn’t gay.

“We can’t…” I gasped, but Mom had found my erection, and soon she was undoing my fly, a delighted look in her eyes.

For the next few minutes I sat there with my eyes shut, as Mom jerked me off. I taksim escort think she could tell I was close to cumming though, because it wasn’t long before she stopped.

“My turn,” she said breathily, and I reluctantly opened my eyes to find her stiff cock staring straight at me.

Just like the night before, it didn’t take long before I got Mom to cum. This time I made sure not to let any of it hit me – I didn’t want any of the kids from school to know why I’d been taken out.

She groaned with pleasure as hot strings of her cum flew out of her dick, landing squarely on her crisp white top.

Ten minutes later, her cum was joined by mine. The smell of it filled the car as Mom drove me back to school.

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After that, I would jerk Mom off before and after school, and sometimes again right before bed. She was just insatiable, and the more we did it, the more confident she got. It was less than a week before she made me an offer I couldn’t refuse, and soon I was swallowing down her hot cum daily…in exchange for her going down on me.

It’s amazing how quickly you get used to stuff. I never ever would have thought that I’d give someone a blowjob, but in exchange for getting to feel Mom’s lips wrapped around my cock…yeah, no regrets.

Mom stopped coming to visit me in the night. I’d assumed that getting each other off several times a day was enough to keep her satisfied, beşiktaş escort but one night I woke up in the middle of the night to hear a strange noise coming from down the hall.

Slipping on a pair of boxers, I followed the sound to Becca’s room. The door was slightly open, and looking through the gap I could see my sister on her knees, totally naked, while Mom held her head and thrusted in and out of her mouth repeatedly.

As I watched, Mom clearly came, and Becca swallowed it down obediently.

I was immediately hard as a rock. God, Mom really was insatiable – as well as having me go down on her several times a day, she’d obviously been fucking Becca’s mouth as well.

Becca’s tits weren’t as large as Mom’s, but they were just as full. Her nipples were red and hard, and as she swallowed the last of Mom’s cum, I noticed that one of her hands was between her legs, rubbing away furiously.

Just as I was about to slip away (to avoid being caught by Mom as she left), I noticed that Becca wasn’t moving to lay down in bed – she was getting on all fours.

My eyes widened as Mom positioned herself behind my sister, and slowly slid her huge cock into Becca’s opening.

“Oh!”

Becca cried out with pleasure as Mom began to fuck her, pumping in and out. Before long, my sister was obviously crying out in orgasm.

“Good girl,” Mom moaned. “Good girl, helping Mama. Good girl…oh!”

As my sister twitched around our mother’s erection, Mom’s face went red, and she bucked her hips and thrust deeply into Becca’s cunt.

She pulled out with a smile, and I saw globs of her white cum dripping from Becca’s pussy.

“You’ll sleep well now,” she said, and I slipped back to my own bed as Mom tucked her daughter into bed.