You get a text

It takes a minute for you to recover, your orgasm slowly subsiding. You had never lost control like that before, having phone sex with your sister had been the hottest experience of your life. Your phone chirps, indicating a text. You lift your phone, the intensity of your climax making you feel weak.

"Fuck, hung up on Shan. Oh well, sounds like she dropped the phone, so I'm sure she can understand being under duress." You laugh.

You decide to send her one more pic. You snap a pic of your bare pussy and the obvious stains on your sheets."See what you did to me baby? Never cum so hard in my life Shan! Sounds like you had a hell of a time too, told you big sis would take care of you! ;) <3 "

You hit send with a giggle, then swap back to your other texts, seeing you had missed several while you were... preoccupied. As you open and begin to read, your blood runs cold, a pit opening in your stomach. They're all from your mother.

"What is going on Kristen?? I just heard Shannon screaming your name from her bedroom!!" OH SHIT.

"Kristen Jane Locke, WHAT IS GOING ON??" OH SHIT.

"IS YOUR SISTER MASTURBATING WHILE SHE IS ON THE PHONE WITH YOU?? WHAT ARE YOU TWO TALKING ABOUT??" You think you're gonna be sick.

Your mind races. Come on, come on, think of some excuse. Something, ANYTHING. Oh fuck, this CANNOT be happening! Panic is seizing your body, you can barely move. Its several minutes before you receive the next text.

"I've seen the pictures you and your sister have been sending each other. We need to talk. NOW." For a second you feel like you're gonna pass out. How could you have been so stupid?

"Your ass better be at this house in 20 minutes or you are finished young lady."

"OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK." You are in full on freak out mode now. No time to change, no time to do anything. You pull on long heavy overcoat to cover yourself, then flee in a panic. You're half way to your car when you realize you are still wearing your heels. You slip them off and run the rest of the way. tears starting to stream down your cheeks. How could this have happened? What a disaster!

You drive nearly twice the speed limit all the way to your Mom's house, your mind still a panicked blank of nothingness. Miraculously you aren't pulled over.

You pull into the driveway of the upper middle class house where your mother and Shannon live. Your mother Sarah had you fairly young, just fresh out of high school, resulting in a whirlwind marriage to your father. Despite this it hadn't stopped her from getting 2 degrees and becoming super successful in her own right. She had always been an inspiration to you. And now... what possible disappointment could be greater than finding out the daughters you had raised almost by yourself had been engaged in perverted acts?

Your parents had been divorced since you and Shannon had been pretty young, and your father, while remaining part of your life as best he could, had moved to the east coast.With a pang you wondered what the phone call between him and Mom would be like. Oh fuck. "Hey asshole, guess what? I caught your two pervert daughters sexting and talking dirty to each other on the phone." You stopped at the front door, feeling again like you were going to puke.

You open the door and go in, nearly freezing when you enter the living room. Your mother stands facing the doorway, her dark blonde hair framing an enraged face. Its a look of anger and disappoint so fierce you can taste it. Seated on the couch behind her is Shannon, still in her workout clothes, tears streaming down her face.

"SIT. NOW." You obey instantly. Holding the overcoat around yourself you sit next to your sister.

"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU TWO?" You cringe. This can't be happening. You start to sob, you can't help it. Beside you Shannon is sobbing too.

"I KNEW YOU GIRLS WERE CLOSE, BUT JESUS TAP DANCING CHRIST." She was stomping around the living room now, flailing her hands as she yelled. "ARE YOU TWO FUCKING EACH OTHER??" You are sobbing too hard to answer.

"WHERE DID I GO WRONG? FOR FUCK SAKE, I KNEW I WASN'T A PERFECT MOTHER, BUT TO RAISE TWO PERVERTS? I MUST BE THE WORST MOTHER IN HISTORY!!" Your Mom is sobbing now too, its the first time you've ever seen her cry. Unable to speak again, she collapses into the smaller couch across from the one Shannon is sitting on.

You blink the tears from your eyes. You try to think of something, anything to say. But you can't. The silence hangs heavy in the living room.

The ring on your finger warms a little. You hate it. This fucking thing is the cause of all this, its ruined you and your sister's life! You want it gone, you want to smash it, you.... it guides your hand gently. Without thinking, you stand. It leads you over to the cabinet beneath the wide screen TV, the same cabinet that's been holding up the family TV for as long as you can remember. It guides you hand to the bottom shelf, and to a small release hidden under the lip of the shelf above it. A false bottom pops open a secret compartment you never would have possibly found without the rings guidance. Inside you see a stack of dvds that makes your own modest collection look like nothing.

You pull one out at random. "Mommy's Girl 4: Mother Knows Best" You read the title out loud.

You grab another. "Lesbian Daughters 2: Keeping it in the Family"

You look up. Shannon is staring at you, her mouth hanging open. Clearly not hers. Which means...

You look at your mother. She's moved to the edge of her seat, her face has switched from anger to shame. "Kristen...Shannon....I...I am so sorry." Her voice cracks. You look her in the eye. Behind the shame you see something else, a desire buried so deep that it never would have found its way out on its own. The look in your mom's eyes turns all your fear and panic into lust. Holy Shit....

Your mom wants to fuck you.