Go home, Wait for your Sister

The next few days were a blur. Ever night, I would head to bed and wait for my mother to come in. She would always be wearing some new piece of lingerie. She would come in and I would pull back the covers so she could suck me to hardness before I entered her pussy. I would slide into her, and fuck her until I came, and then she would suck me clean before she left. Usually, in the morning, I would come in her mouth before I left for school, and often I would take her again in the afternoon. I found I could push myself a little to give me additional stamina or desire if I needed it.

Friday night arrived and we had just finished dinner. Mom was putting away dishes as I heard the car drive up. A moment later, Sabine and Bree burst in, talking to each other loudly, and they immediately annoyed me. Their shadows were invasive and large, and I could feel Sabine's tight cave entrance and Bree's vacuous spaciousness. I had a feeling she would be extremely easy to push if I decided to. I'd never liked Bree. Since high school, she had been kind of a bitch to me, probably because she knew how hot I thought she was. When she had graduated from high school, her Dad had bought her a huge pair of fake tits. My mom had always talked about how inappropriate it was, but it had made her even hotter. She had butt-length blonde hair, dark blue eyes, and she stood about 5 foot 1. She weighed maybe a hundred and five pounds, but her breasts were at least a DD. They looked almost obscene on her tiny frame.

Sabine was a lot like my mom, but with a few differences. She had bright green eyes, a slightly softer, rounder figure. She was taller than mom, about 5'8", and had dark red hair in loose waves that were just longer than shoulder length. She had plush, soft breast that were probably slightly shy of a D cup. What she did have over my mom was a pair of incredible, plump lips. She never wore much lipstick because her lips were already so plush, but when she did, I don't think any living male could look at her without thinking about that mouth sliding over his cock.

"Hi, Billy," she chirped, dropping two bags and a sack of dirty laundry, "don't you have any friends? Friday night at home with mom?"

I grinned. "I'm here for you, sis. What did you think?" I gave her a big hug, and felt her shadow close and strong.

"Little creep, stop fondling your own sister, you perv!" Bree's tone was already sarcastic. I couldn't wait.

Mom cut in to give Sabine a big hug and Bree a smaller one. "Why don't you to go get settled in Sabine's room?" she asked. "Did you eat?"

"We ate already, mom, thanks!" Sabine began to pick up her bags and I got a quick peek down the loose burgundy shirt she was wearing. She had a bright red bra on underneath.

"Besides... I think Sabine's had enough food." Bree quipped, her head cocked. I never understood why my sister put up with that kind of shit.

They gathered their fleet of bags and headed upstairs. I immediately felt my mother slide up against me from behind, her soft, hot tits against my back. Her hand came around and started stroking me through my pants.

"We might have to be a little careful," she whispered, "but god I need to drink some of my little boys cum right now..."