The night begins

I couldn't wait to go over there, but I **** myself to sit on the bed.

I hear the soft knock and the sudden quiet as the TV was turned off. I heard the door opening, and then shutting again, with a little boom that reverberated down the hotel like it had been slammed slightly. I strained to hear other noises, but couldn't.

I counted slowly to one hundred, then left the room, walking next door.

I put my ear to the door, and could hear a soft, repeating moan. I got harder at the sound and then knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" my mother's voice. She sounded nervous, or guilty.

"It's me," I called back.

A moment later and I heard the latch slide and the door opened. My mother's head peeked out, then she opened the door, staying behind it. I stepped in. The door closed behind me.

On the bed before me was Rebecca, her long blonde hair covering her high breasts. He pants were pooled at her feet with her panties. I felt my mother slide up behind me, her hands on my chest, sliding down. I felt her breasts squashed against my back. Her hands slipped down to my waistband and she pulled my shirt out of my pants, lifing it over my head. As soon as it was off, her hands were back on my chest, caressing, sliding lower. She unbuckled my belt, still behind me. My eyes never left Becca, and I watched Rebecca's hand slide lightly over her thighs, coming tantalizingly close to her pussy.

Mother finished unbuckling my belt and slid my pants down, one hand running over my bulge as she dropped my pants.

I felt her drop to her knees behind me and slide around. Her face was at level with my cock now, still in my underpants. She looked up at me, her lips red, her hair dark red and loose around her shoulders, her breasts large and ready. I ran one hand through her hair and she purred. One hand was now stroking my cock gently through my underwear, while she rubbed her cheek against the fabric.

"Becca, come here." My sister started to stand up.

"No, Becca. Crawl to me, please".

She slunk down to the floor, her blonde hair brushing the floor as she came over on her hands and knees. I reached down and pulled out my cock, then wrapped Mom's hand around it, stroking myself with her small hand.

"Don't mommy's breasts look beautiful, Becca? Don't you want to taste them?" Becca eyes locked on Mom, and she slid up next to her, her tiny frame and pale skin contrasting with Mom's voluptuous figure and slightly more olive flesh. Her hands began kneading Mom's tits and then she bent her head, cupping Mom's nipples to her mouth as Mom continued to stroke me. Mom moaned, her eyes closed and her head back as Rebecca's lips closed over her hard nipple. Mom's other hand went between her own thighs and she began stroking herself underneath her black panties. Becca continued to suck, her other hand kneading the flesh of Mom's other breast.

"Mom, I want you to suck me," I said, pulling her head to my cock. Her mouth engulfed the head and she began sliding her lips up and down me. I could feel the wetness and the incredible heat of her sucking mouth. Becca moved behind, her, putting a hand on each of Mom's tits, pulling at her nipples as she looked up at me. Mom's eyes were closed as she felated me, but Becca's eyes were dark and intense.