Feelings of Guilt and Vulnerability

You suffocate under her flesh, she towers over you in such a way that your face is buried under the skin of her neck, your mouth still in touch with her breasts, her smell is so intense it almost drown you by itself. Then you hear as she starts to snore, she isn't going to move.

You try to get away, but she is just so heavy and she has fallen just over you in such a way that it takes you a long time to get even half your body out. When your cock disengages from her warm interior, a torrent of cum falls over your legs, drenching the bed under you with is reeking manseed, she produces a long low moan in her sleep, eerily satisfied. You want to cry.

You actually start to cry.

When you get out out the way, you find yourself trembling. Your maid dress is ruined, a shredded and torn apart mess, and worst of all: you are ruined too. Your own mom has taken your treasured innocence, your virginity, away from you, there is nothing pure in you anymore, and the pain in your still hard and reddened cock is the ultimate proof that you enjoyed it, like a degenerate. No decent woman would want to marry you, now that you have given your seed away to another you have nothing else to offer, they will all find you repulsive, they will know that you are already claimed and used. Your trembling hand can't barely open the door of her room, and you walk so slowly that it takes you almost ten minutes to get outside. Is not a physical pain, but it almost feels like one... You feel broken, like you have lost what little semblance of dignity was left in you. You were **** by your own blood and a part of you liked it, your pulsating dick feels like a beacon between your legs to mark that same guilt.

The dark corridors of house Barton feel specially cold and silent at this hour, the only lights are the eerie moonrays that enter the lustrous windows, but you feel like you can't lift you head enough to look at them, even the very moon seems to be judging you, calling you unworthy. As soon as you start walking to the maid's chambers, you know you won't make it that far. You don't feel able to go to that grey and unwelcoming place.

Your first thought is Lily's room: You think she would understand your pain, your sweet little sister, she would be comforting and caring, and that's what you need right now, you are sure that she would hug you with her warm and generous flesh, a hug much more welcoming than that of your mother... but then she would have to know, she would have to know your shame, and what if... what if you disappoint her? What if she doesn't see you as her cutely brother anymore, but as the slut who fucked his own mother? Would she keep being your angel after that?

Then you think about your other sister: Amelia hasn't always been as nice to you as Lily, but somehow you feel like she would connect better with your feelings right now, she seemed hurt and **** last time you talked to her and your pain would be mutual. She also wouldn't know the detail about her mother being also your mom, so it would be less shameful to tell her. Maybe you could comfort each other and maybe you could finally see what hides behind her frivolous mask, and if she did that... thing... with her mouth... maybe that would heal your pained dick.

So, you know what is coming: Readers choice! I'm going to say that this won't be a super diverging path, just the opportunity to have a nice intimate moment (not necessarily sexual) with one of the sisters. I love them both, so I'll probably write both scenes eventually, but I'm really curious to see how big each sister's team is, so if you would be so kind to keep that hand away from your genitals for just a moment and leave a nice (and probably horny) comment, I'll really much appreciate it. Suggestions about what could happen will also be welcomed.