Mother, Interrupted

"Did you just **** your sister?" your mother asks, in a sing-song voice as her hands rest upon her hips. Her widened stance opens up the robe a bit, giving you a glimpse of her own nethers as you quickly duck off the bed.

"He sure did," said Dana, matter-of-factly, as she shimmied off the bed and inspected the damage. "Fuck, I'm going to need a shower." She left the room without dressing, as she circled around your mother, who quickly followed with no more word on the issue, after grabbing your sister's hair dryer. "I'm going to have to borrow the hair dryer... why do you even keep this in..." The voices trailed off as they went down the hall.

You found your boxers and looked in Dana's mirror. No real claw marks or anything, she wasn't really resistant outside of her hymen, but some clear signs of what you did. You felt best to relax in your room a minute before cleaning up and then testing these limits more.

But on the way out of her room, you bumped straight into your dad in his nice brown suit. "Woah, slow your roll," he said, frowning a little at the blood and sweat that stained his suit a little. "Everything okay, bud?"

"Yeah, I just..." you tried to think of an excuse, but shifted that thought away, "I just **** Dana."

"What?"

"I **** her. Punched her, choked her, fucked her pussy raw. Might have knocked her up even."

He just shook his head with a small smirk. "Boy, oh boy. You kids these days with your silly gimmicks. You two have fun?"

"I did. She did not."

"I bet," he slapped your back, as a way of congratulating you for ****-fucking his baby girl.

He frowned a little at the stain on his suit. "Is Dana okay?"

"Yeah, she's in the shower. She was a virgin."

He nodded in understanding and left down the stairs without any further ado.

As you stood outside the open doorway to the hallway bathroom, you listened to the conversation within:

"God damn it, I didn't think I would lose my virginity to some fucking ****. My own brother, even..."

"Be nice. He's just trying out new things. You should be flattered that he decided to **** you first."

"I guess. Fuck, how much cum is in here?"

You had trouble hearing over the hair dryer, so peeked in. There was Dana, with the open shower curtain, trying to spray out her pussy with the removable shower head. Your mother had taken the towel off her head and was drying her wet hair from her recent shower.

"You come to rub it in how you got to **** me?" Your sister asked, not really acting alarmed as you stood in the doorway and watched her clean up.

"I already rubbed it in. That's what caused that mess." She responded by sticking out her tongue, playfully. You smiled and watched. Then made your next move.

"I need a towel," you said, yanking off the towel your mother wore around her body. She was momentarily shocked, but didn't attempt to stop you. You pulled out your cock and rubbed it on the wet towel, before crumpling it to the floor and getting in your mother's face.

"Y-you need something more, Johnny?" she said, a little fear in her voice as you cornered her against the wall. You could feel her large breasts push against your chest as you came within centimeters of her face, breathing in her heavy breath. A hand reached in her pussy as she reacted with a pause.

"Just a taste," you said, licking off your fingers from your own mother's juices. "You two are mine now," you said at almost a whisper. "I'll be taking my liberties at my own pace." You grasp your mother's shoulders and push into her, forcefully kissing her against the bathroom wall. You backed off. "Keep your bedroom door unlocked. I'll see you tonight."

You sashayed out of the room, leaving the two naked ladies to stare at you in bewilderment. You may not have fully **** your mother, but you definitely sexually assaulted her, and she seemed fine with the encounter. Nice to know.

You cleaned up what you could in your own bedroom, dirtying your own old towel, as you tossed on a pair of jeans and plain white shirt. You want to be non-descript for your activities today. You picked up your phone and dialed your best friend.

"Bobby?" you asked.

"Yeah," said a groggy voice over the phone. "Why're you calling?"

"Is your sister home?"

A pause was all, for a moment, until he returned to the phone. "No man, she's at work. What'd you want to **** her or something?"

"Yeah. Meet me there." You hung up the phone and sighed. Fuck, this couldn't work, right? He wouldn't want to help you **** his own sister? Part of you realized he would anyway.