A night with Claire

After dinner the family moved into the living room to watch television together. Outnumbered, John had to agree to watch a romance movie his mom had recorded. Lilith grabbed a bottle of wine to celebrate Claire’s homecoming before dimming the lights. Nobody seemed terribly interested in the story as they all kept talking through it.

“Wow Claire. You drink wine like its water.” Lilith joked as she got up to grab another bottle.

An hour into the movie, everyone was in a happy stupor quietly watching the film as they drifted in and out of sleep. The third wine bottle lay unfinished by the foot of the settee. John was sat between his sister and mother with Claire’s head resting on his shoulder. He felt awkward, not wanting to wrap his arm around her, nor bring it down to rest on her hip so he oddly perched it on the couch’s backrest. As he regarded how nice it felt just spending time with his family, the wine stupor caught up to him and he nodded off.

The next time he woke up their positions had shifted somewhat. Lilith must have slipped down the couch at some point as John’s head rested softly on her bosom. Claire had also slipped down somewhat so her head rested nearly facedown in John’s lap. His hand had come down off the headrest to rest on Claire’s ass. Her own hand rested on his, either as though she had brought his hand down to rest there or had sleepily tried to push it away. Though he couldn’t see either of their faces he figured they must both be asleep. In his tipsy state he was completely comfortable with how things were. He could hear Claire mumbling something to herself.

“…nice… please… more…”

As comfortable as he was, something inside him told him he needed to move. He carefully lifted Claire from his lap and brought her head up to face him. Her face looked so soft and feminine as she slumbered. He couldn’t help but stare at her beauty. Her eyelids fluttered and sleepily parted and she dazedly looked at John, her face just an inch from his. In one sleepy motion she leaned in and their lips met. Like instinct his mouth parted to let her tongue in. His mind went blank as all he could feel were her soft, pillowy lips on his and her warm, wet tongue on his. He had kissed before but never like this and he never wanted this sensation to end.

Eventually it did come to an end as her tongue receded and her lips pulled back. Some semblance of thought reached John’s addled mind. “Claire…?” he managed.

“Thank… you” she said simply, dreamily looking into his eyes. She took his hand and brought it slowly to her chest, allowing it to cup her breast. “Use… me” were her last words before again drifting off, leaving John in confusion. Refusing to process what had happened, his mind switched off and let himself be spirited away to sleep.

“Hey you two. You can’t stay down here all night.” The next thing John heard was his mother calling them from the doorway. The light was back on and the television off. Claire stirred beside him and yawned loudly. “I’m going to bed” Lilith said before leaving.

John turned to his sister. He wasn’t sure if what he experienced before had been real or a dream. “Hey sis. You remember much of the movie.”

“Hm, no. Think I got bored ten minutes in.” she offered groggily. If anything had happened, she certainly wasn’t acknowledging it. “Think I dreamed a better love story honestly.” That left John wondering. Had she kissed him thinking she was dreaming? Maybe John had just dreamed the whole thing up? “Alright, help me up bro. Can’t handle stairs right now.” Claire had certainly drunk a lot more wine than her brother and her legs were shaky as she tried to rise. John offered his shoulder and she managed to rise. She grabbed the abandoned wine bottle as they made their way out. “Might as well finish it off” she said as she took a gulp from it.

It was once they reached the bedroom that John realised a problem. “I’ve got it” he said before heading into the spare bedroom. He came back out holding a sleeping bag. “Alright sis. You can have the bed. I’ll sleep on the floor.” He grinned at his sister as his head spun.

“No way bro. I’m not stealing your bed. Let me sleep on the floor.” She slurred in retort.

“No no no. What kind of brother would I be if I made you sleep on the floor. It’s fine. I’m okay.”

“There’s no way I could fall asleep knowing I’d thrown you out of your bed.” That was a lie. Claire would sleep like a rock anywhere in the state she was in. She always had a stubborn streak though and wine seemed to bring it out of her.

“I’m putting my foot down.” John mimed stomping his foot, almost losing his balance in the process. “You’re taking the bed and that’s final.” He unrolled the sleeping bag and laid it out on the floor.

“Ugh, fine. Its not fair. Why do you have to be so nice to me?” she muttered to herself, apparently giving up on the issue. She started pulling her top up over her head.

“Er, what are you doing?”

“Duh, I always sleep naked when I drink” she offered as though it was both natural and obvious.

“What, why? I’m right here you know.”

“Um, I dunno. Just better that way. Other guys don’t care.”

“Please don’t. I’m not other guys. I’m your brother.” As much as the thought of a girl sleeping naked in his bed excited him, he had to take control as Claire had clearly drowned her common sense. He had to feel a little dismay at her casually mentioning sleeping with other men.

“Sleep on the bed! Keep your clothes on! Alright boss, anything else?” she sarcastically mocked him but stopped stripping at her underwear at least. John also stripped down to his underwear as the sleeping bag was already warm enough. He was too drunk to care about the obvious tent in his boxer briefs but Claire didn’t seem to notice either. He couldn’t relieve it until the next morning so he did his best to ignore the scant women stomping about his room. “Alright, turning the light off.”

He slipped into the sleeping bag and Claire got into his bed. He thought about the ways the next few weeks could go with Claire and how she would react when she went to see the therapist with Lilith. Soon he dropped into a restful slumber. His dreams were invaded by images of his sister. ‘Use me’ she kept repeating as she passionately kissed him. His hands roamed over he body exploring every detail before she broke off the kiss to bring her head down to his crotch, pulling down his pants, licking her lips.

John awoke with a start. It was still dark with no light bleeding in through the windows but John knew something was different. He could feel some kind of weight pressing into him. As his eyes adjusted to the dark he realised just what that was. He had underestimated his sister’s stubbornness. Her figure pressed tightly against him in the sleeping bag and, John realised with a start, she was naked.

Thankfully she was fast asleep but other than that everything was working against John. Her weight pressed down on his arm and chest, pinning him down. The sleeping bag was too narrow for him to wiggle free without waking her. Worst of all, his morning wood had slipped out through the slit in his underwear and now sat nestled between her thighs. Having woken up mid wet dream, he was now dangerously close to ejaculating. One wrong move and he would be cumming on his sister for real.

He couldn’t wake his sister up. No doubt she would stir if he did so and would wake up to him cumming between her legs. He couldn’t pull away. A jerk like that would surely set him off and he wouldn’t be able to get away in time. John could feel her vulva kissing the shaft of his cock. It would be dangerously easy to slip it in. His cock twitched at the idea, teetering close to a climax. Her hard nipple pressed into his chest. Her scent blended in with his arousal to form an intoxicating aroma. There was no way to distract himself from these erotic sensations. At this rate he would orgasm without even moving.

John gave up on forming a solution. Why should he be the one stressing out about this when it was Claire who had decided to get in a sleeping bag naked with him. In fact, it would serve her right to wake up covered in semen for being so stubborn. Fuck it, if this was going to happen, he might as well embrace it.

John wrapped his pinned arm behind Claire’s back to support her, then with the might he could muster, pushed off against the ground. With great effort he managed to roll over to get Claire on her back. With one moment to psyche himself up for what he was about to do, he pulled his cock free of her tight thighs. A wave of intense pleasure instantly rolled through his body. With his free hand he directed his cock upwards. The first splurge was so strong, it shot over her cleavage and landed partly on her cheek. John was glad he couldn’t see the mess he was making of his sister’s body. Shame burned across his face as his body reeled in pleasure. As the last stream shot out, he felt completely spent. Now the threat was over he realised just how exhausted he still was. Without any chance to think about the situation, he passed out on top of his sister.

“John, dear, wake up.” The next words he heard were in a hushed tone. He sleepily opened his eyes. His sister’s sleeping face lay inches from his own. Her cum-stained cheek pressed against the floor was proof of what happened last night. They had both rolled onto their sides in their sleep. He could feel some of his own dried semen sticking to his body. “Honey, you awake?” John turned his head to see the last thing he wanted to see.

“Mom! I… um..”

“Don’t worry dear. Back when you were kids, you used to share a sleeping bag all the time when we went camping. Its cute you’re reliving old memories.” Lilith seemed to have assumed they were both fully dressed inside the bag. He wondered how she would react if she could see what it really looked like within. “Listen dear. I got up early so I could take a shower before Claire wakes up. I kinda messed up yesterday and I wanted us to get one proper try in before I went to see Dr Valentine again today. So, um… care to join me?”

Those words would have been a huge turn-on for him under other circumstances. “Yeah, sure. I’ll be right there.” Happy with that Lilith went to get ready. This was quite a problem for John. He had hoped that Claire would wake up first, assume that John had had a nocturnal emission and realise what a stupid mistake she’d made. If he wasn’t there when she woke up, she might start to suspect something different. He didn’t have time to clean her up first however. Lilith would get suspicious if she waited too long and Claire could wake up while he was doing it, which would be a worst-case scenario. John realised he would have to wait until after the shower to sort this out and hope Claire didn’t wake up in the meantime. He did his best to clean himself up with a towel then slipped on some pyjamas then stepped through into the bathroom, closing the door behind him in case Claire did wake up.

Lilith was already in the shower by the time John came in. Having already started this once it was a lot easier this time around. A couple of repetitions of her mantra helped calm her nerves. She had to do what it took to support her son and, for messing it up so badly for him last time, she had to make it up to him. Like the last time she made sure to be facing away from him when he came in. When she heard the door, she wiggled her ass to get his attention. She bent down pretending to wash her legs, giving him a great view of her posterior. Finally, without straightening up, she brought her arms up to rub down her ass in slow circles. With a little thrill from the show she gave, she stood up and turned around.

“Oh John, there you are” she feigned surprise. What she saw wasn’t what she expected however. He wasn’t masturbating; in fact, he didn’t even look aroused. He was looking down at his feet with a grave expression. Had what happened yesterday affected him so much or was there something else going on? Of course, it was a good thing if he no longer found her attractive but…

“Did you ejaculate at all yesterday?”

“N-No!” he looked up at her with a concerned expression. Of course, he was taking the doctors instruction very seriously. Something must be seriously wrong. A boy used to ‘doing it’ so many times a day should be ready to explode at the slightest stimulation, even if it was his mother. This ran beyond finding his mother unappealing. A boy his age shouldn’t be having difficulties like this. All this she had been treating him like any other man at the doctor’s suggestion, but this was her son and it was her duty to help him, even if it meant pushing a few lines.

“Don’t worry John. I’m going to make you cum.” He looked unsure at this and a little confused. If what happened yesterday was somehow the cause of this, then she owed it to him to try to fix it. This was such a bizarre situation. She wasn’t sure how a mother should act in this scenario… but she knew how a slut would. If right now a slut could help her son where a mother couldn’t then right now she could be a slut before a mother.

“Darling, why don’t you get that big dick out where mommy can see it.” Lilith could barely bear the shame of saying those words but that’s what he needed to hear right now. John looked horrified at what he heard but did as she said. His limp penis hung out from between his legs. “I want to see it get nice and hard for me, okay? I’m putting on this show just for you.” She accentuated these words by lifting her breasts and giving them a jiggle. “So, what do you want to see me wash first huh? My fat, soapy tits or…” she twisted her body and flared out her hips. “…my fat, soapy ass.” She finished with a seductive wink.

“U-Um. I-I like your tits.”

“I bet you do, but they’re so dirty. Let me get them nice and clean for you.” Lilith poured a large dose of soap on her breasts and began rubbing them down with her hands. She paid special attention to her nipples and getting deep between her cleavage. Once she was happy, she turned to give her ass the same treatment, even dropping one hand between her legs. She was hugely turned on right now but when she looked to John, he still wasn’t hard. He needed something more to get him going.

“Oh John, I think I’m having trouble getting everywhere. Do you think you could give my tits a good rub down?” She saw his cock twitch at that and knew she was finally getting somewhere. “Oh, but you’ll get the floor all wet like that. Why don’t you get those clothes off and step in with me?” John seemed to finally be getting into it as he rushed to do what she said and stepped into the bathtub with her. “Alright, take as long as you want. Make sure they’re nice and clean.” His eyes lit up and his eyes shot up to hold them as though he might miss his chance.

He roughly jiggled the pair in his hands and squeezed them tightly. Lilith winced at the pain but didn’t stop him. He groped every inch of her breasts then turned his attention to the nipples. He pinched and pulled them without concern for her at all. Lilith found she was becoming incredibly aroused by the manhandling and with her hands free, she snuck one down between her legs.

“Oh John, I’m so dirty. Clean me anywhere you want.” With no further invitation needed, he immediately began exploring the rest of her body, down to her waste and hips. One hand had finally began working on his cock, leaving the other to reach round and grab her behind. With his hands elsewhere, her breasts begged for more attention. “Please…… Suck on them.” It wasn’t necessary for John but its what she needed as a slut. She needed him to finish quick before she was tempted to go too far.

John buried his head in her tits. She felt his slimy tongue on her skin, sliding around and seeking out a nipple. When it finally found one he latched on with his lips, forming a tight seal around it. He sucked hard on it while licking it furiously with his tongue. It sent a burst of pleasure through her body. “Oh, Oh. That’s so good baby. Are you nearly there yet?”

“I’m close.”

“Do you want to cum on me darling? Would that help?” She was already in the shower and she was so horny she didn’t care if it was too far.

“Yeah, yeah. On your tits.” He pulled his head back and pushed down on her shoulder to make her kneel. Her breasts were too needy to accept this though.

“No, keep going. I need it.” He grabbed both of his hands and brought them down to her chest. Then she started pleasuring herself with one hand and him with the other. “Squeeze them hard” she begged. Her own **** lust had driven her to handle her son’s cock in order to find relief. And he squeezed down hard on her breasts, the intense pleasure coursed through her again. She vigorously pumped on John’s cock as the orgasm washed over her. It was a little bigger than she expected. She truly felt like a slut in that moment.

“I’m cumming” he moaned and she aimed his cock up squarely at her chest. The torrent of semen hit her breasts as she moaned. John squeezed down even harder as the orgasm hit him, sending another wave of pleasure through her body. The semen clung stubbornly to her skin even as the shower water rained down on it.

After an intense period, their moment of orgasmic bliss came to an end and the fog of arousal lifted from their minds. Lilith considered if maybe things had got out of hand. She lost control when her lust had risen and this was definitely not something a mother would do for their son. However, she feared if she denied it or expressed disapproval, it might destroy the progress that session had somehow achieved. She had no idea what was going on with John’s condition. Expressing negativity could do more harm than she thought.

“Thank you, son. I enjoyed that.” That wasn’t a lie. While she might have regretted it, she certainly had enjoyed it in the moment. “You have a nice penis.” She blushed. She was still kneeling with it hanging in front of her face. A little confidence must surely be of some help with his sexual issues.

“Th-Thanks mom. I enjoyed it too. Um, sorry.” He stepped back and covered himself with his hands. He acted a lot less confidently when he wasn’t horny.

“Don’t be like that. It is a nice penis. No point in hiding it. You should be proud.”

“U-Um, um…”

“C’mon. No playing coy with each other in here. Not until your treatment is finished anyway. You know, by the end of all this, you won’t even bat an eyelid at seeing your mother naked. We’ll be able to take all our showers together to save water” she joked. She didn’t think it would go that far but at least the thought wouldn’t be on his mind. He seemed to relax a little and his hand came down to rest at his side. “Alright, I guess I need to wash all this off now. You go ahead and wake your sister up, then go get ready. You still got another week of school before you can laze about all day.”

John quickly got dressed in the clothes he’d brought in with him then quietly left, shutting the door behind him. He stepped through into his bedroom wondering how he was going to deal with his sister now and froze. Claire was gone. He took a worried glance around the room before turning towards the door. She was stood in the doorway, wearing the red lingerie from the night before, her body caked in swaths of dried cum. She never said a word, her expression a mask of horror. As quickly as she appeared she was gone.