Sister is Mad, Mom Doesn't Look Half-Bad

The car ride home was very awkward. You and your sister were once again in the backseat of the car. Neither of you could look at each other for more than a second before shying away. Your mom couldn't stop talking throughout the ride back how proud she was of you two. You'd think, being your mom and all, the having to watch her son and daughter fuck in front of her would've been horrifying. Instead, she considered it "a new level in your relationship" and "an act that would bring you closer together."

Once you all got home and entered the front door, you took a look at the clock. It was 12pm; typically the point on a Saturday when your sister would leave for her weekend modeling gig. "Hey sis, don't you have to get going to your photo shoot?" you asked. Your sister's face turned immediately red. "You know what? FUCK YOU" she screamed before storming up the stairs. You gave your mom a bewildered look, she responded by chastising you as well.

"John, that was a cruel thing for you to say. Especially considering the major step forward you two just made" your mom said. You didn't understand what the big deal was though. Every Saturday for the past year or so your sister went out on modeling jobs. You knew that because your sister made sure everyone knew that. Besides treating you like shit your whole life, she was quite egotistical about her body. Everyone in town knew that she was a model and would become a "star", in her words, one day.

Your mom came over and put her arm around you. "I'm just gonna chalk that up to nerves. Now listen, what your sister said about your body. You could stand to put more effort into how you look. I'm going out back to tan; why don't you come with me?" your mom asked. Nervous, and wanting to get past your apparent insult towards your sister, you agreed.

A few minutes later you were at the back door wearing nothing but shorts and sandals. Soon you saw your mom walk down the stairs in her bright pink bikini. It was strange; you'd seen your mom in that bikini many times. Usually it wasn't a strange sight; it was your mom, who you never had any feelings for, walking around in her bikini. For some reason when you saw her today though, certain things stood out. Her large chest for one. Her fit and toned body was another. Her shapely ass, her perfectly bronzed skin, even her sexy face.

You started to panic. You were becoming attracted to your own mom! As you tried to sort through these feelings your mom took your hand, led you to the backyard, and directed you to a fold out lawn chair. She laid out in the one next to you.

For a few minutes you tried to figure out why this was happening now. You were ashamed enough for all those years that you loved your sister. You certainly never thought about your mom in any other way than...well...her being your mom. Even when your friends called her a MILF and described what they wanted her to do to them, your opinion never changed.

As you looked at your mom's body up and down, your mom turned her head towards you. Her eyes suddenly became big and she let out an audible gasp. Once you noticed her expression, you followed her gaze to where she was looking. She was looking at your crotch. You were apparently so consumed with checking out your own mother that you didn't notice you had popped a boner.