Fusion 1

Sarah POV:

She practically leaps up the stairs to her room, her balls angrily demanding to be relieved of their pent-up pressure. She locks the door behind her and rushes to her PC, almost stumbling over the carelessly dropped travel bag on the floor. She slams the power button on the computer and uses the time it takes to boot up to remove her pants and panties. They join the mess on the floor, and she falls onto her chair, her taut balls resting on the cushion after two months without any attention.

"Alright, what's new? What's trending?" She mumbles, navigating her browser to one of the porn sites she regularly visits. In the two months of her absence, lots of new content has been added to the site, including dozens of videos of her favorite genre, watersports. "Perfect!"

Dick in hand, she sorts the videos by popularity and clicks the first one in the list, then starts jacking herself off. After barely thirty seconds of viewing, she moans softly and cums into her hand, painting the keyboard white with thick ropes of jizz. She doesn't bother wiping her hands clean, instead continuing to jerk off furiously, using her own cum as lube. She watches intently, licking her lips hungrily as the video plays. The woman on the screen has a big cock and is pissing all over her boyfriend's face while he sucks on her balls.

"Yeah... Yeah, give it to him. Soak him! Piss on his face!" Sarah whispers heatedly, watching intently, loving every second of the video. As it continues, she cums again in no time, covering the keyboard in a new layer of semen. She keeps going though, getting into a rhythm, pumping her fist rapidly, her balls aching painfully from being denied release for so long.

When she comes for a third time, the video finishes, and she feels satisfied enough to pause her masturbation session for a moment. She lets out a deep sigh, her eyes half-lidded. Then, with a chuckle, she opens a drawer in her desk and grabs a box of tissues. She cleans the keyboard with a couple of pieces and wipes her hands as well. Her thighs are still sticky, but that can wait for now.

Her eyes fall upon the USB stick Doug handed her earlier, lying innocently on the desktop. Her curiosity piqued, she picks it up, turning it over in her hand a couple of times before inserting it into the computer. She opens the folder it contains and double-clicks the only file in it. The video player launches and she sits back down on her chair. Her heart beats faster, excitement building up in her gut as she waits for it to load. It's not every day that you get to watch a porno your own brother shot with your mom.

She has no real expectations, of course. An amateur video starring a mother and son, without any special effects or proper editing? A cheap porno, sure, maybe even a terrible one. But a porno nonetheless. She's seen a lot worse, after all. Still, she cannot deny the anticipation bubbling inside of her.

"Eh... here goes nothing. Please let it not be too cringy," she mutters to herself, then presses play.

The video starts and Sarah's world is turned upside down.

"Wha... what the hell..."

It's as if she watches porn for the first time in her life. It's... beautiful. Not just the visuals, although those are breathtakingly good, but the atmosphere, the feeling, everything. The two main characters look so genuine, so passionate, so committed to each other. Every line they speak, every action they take, every move they make screams 'This is real', 'I love this person'.

Sarah's cock is hardening fast, reacting to the erotic tension, filling out painfully. Her eyes are glued to the screen, unable to tear them away. Her ears are pounding with every beat of her heart, her entire body flush with heat. Adrenaline courses through her veins like fire, making her feel dizzy, and lightheaded. Her throat feels tight and dry, her breathing labored as she watches.

Her hands start jerking off again almost automatically, feverishly stroking her achingly stiff member. Precum drips from the tip in an unending stream, coating her fingers and palm with viscous fluid, lubricating her hand perfectly. Her head spins with excitement, her brain overloaded by a cocktail of intense emotions.

A bomb could have gone off in her room right at that moment, and she wouldn't have noticed. The only thing she hears is the sounds of moaning and flesh slapping against flesh, the only thing she sees is the intimate moments between her brother and mother. She doesn't even notice how quickly her orgasm approaches, too caught up in the throes of passion to pay attention.

When her climax finally arrives, it hits her like a wrecking ball. It washes over her with such intensity that her vision goes dark for a few seconds, stars dancing before her eyes. She cums violently, jizz spurting from her dick like a fountain, shooting with enough **** to splash into her face. Her chest heaves and shudders as she catches her breath, wiping her semen-covered chin with the back of her hand.

Not stopping for a moment, her hands continue jacking her dick furiously, her entire system still riding the high of her release. Already, her next orgasm is building.

"Ahhh... Fuck... How...?" She mumbles under her breath, struggling to speak coherently. "What's going... on...?"

She watches intently as the video plays out to its natural conclusion. The scene ends with Lisa soaking Dough with thick strands of cum, which he gathers with his hands to let them flow into his mouth. The sound of a camera shutter goes off, marking the end of the recording.

For a long while, Sarah is too stunned to do anything but sit there motionless, staring at the screen in disbelief. Her entire desk is covered in a layer of semen, her own sticky mess. After a while, she leans back into her chair with a sigh and haphazardly wipes a streak of cum out of her face, closing her eyes and basking in the afterglow of her orgasms.

Her cock is soft, and even hurting slightly from overstimulation. She lets go of it, leaving it lying limply on top of her thighs, too tired to give it any attention. Instead, she stares blankly at the ceiling, pondering what she's just seen.

"Holy shit. Holy fucking shit..."

After another minute, she gets up slowly, staggering towards the bathroom. When she reaches it, she flicks on the light switch, then grabs a washcloth and cleans herself up as best as possible. Then, she returns to her room, puts some clean clothes on, climbs into bed, buries herself under the blanket, and passes out almost immediately.

Her dreams are filled with scenes from the porno, her subconscious mind processing the images. Her sleep is restless and fitful, plagued by vivid and erotic dreams. The memory of Doug's ass getting railed by their mother remains engraved into her brain, haunting her during her slumber. His ass... God, it looked so hot, so tight... So inviting...

In the morning, the images return to her in full ****, the globes of Doug's ass bouncing lewdly, his round butt cheeks spreading around the girth of Mom's cock. It dominates her thoughts, refusing to leave her alone.

A loud voice in her mind demands to know what this ass around her dick would feel like. A very loud voice, indeed.

She brushes her teeth with more **** than necessary, trying to shake the thoughts away. Behind her, the door opens and Crystal enters. She looks disheveled, like she didn't sleep much last night. Their eyes meet, and they both stop moving.

Nobody speaks for almost five seconds. Then, in unison, they ask each other:

"You watched it?"