A Mother and Son Tale

A Mother and Son TaleMourningA Mother and Son Tale.By SpectreI liked this story and couldn't leave Mark without sampling his sister as well. Part one belongs to Spectre.It was two days after the funeral that Mom had her worst breakdown. Nobody expected Dad to die, although many of us had long wished he would. He was a mean drunkard who regularly beat us as k**s although Mom worshiped him. So when he died she was the only one who took it hard. So I was lead to believe."She's not going to make it," Carla was saying to me in the kitchen when Mom walked in, shuffling in her stocking feet, hair a mess, still in her black dress. The same dress she had worn to the funeral. We fell silent and watched her wander to the fridge, to the sink, then back out the door."Yeah," I agreed. "What are we going to do about it?""Not we. You."I stared at my sister, she stared back. I sighed. We both knew it had to be this way. Mom and Carla hadn't gotten along since we were younger and I had never found out why. Now in this weird state, Mom would doubly not listen to what her daughter had to say. It had to be me.So I found myself following Mom through the house until we reached the parlor. The room she never wanted anyone to enter. The carpet was soft, the lighting dim. I almost didn't see Mom standing by the window looking out at the lawn. She twitched when I put my hand on her shoulder."Oh, Peter," she said, turning to me with a smile. "I didn't hear you. You gave me quite a fright.""No, Mom, not Peter," I said. Peter was my Dad's name. "It's me. Mark. Your son.""Mark?" she said, voice wavering. The look of confusion in her eyes almost made me want to weep. Mom was once a good looking woman, back in her youth. Before Dad. Now she looked tired. Not old, not really. Not like she was actually pushing forty. She'd stopped dying her hair, and it was washed out sort of colour now, and she'd gained a little weight, but she kept out of the sun and her olive colored skin was almost wrinkle free. It was her eyes that always got me though. Still bright blue and beautiful. It was her eyes that had my attention when she reached up to caress my face, smiling serenely. "You look so like your father. So handsome. My lovely boy."She moved closer. I opened my arms to accept her and and embraced me snugly, pressing her face into my neck with a sigh. "I love you," she murmured."I love you too," I replied, a little lost. I wondered what Carla was doing, if she was making some more coffee. If...Mom turned her face up toward mine and sighed. "Peter," she murmured. Then she kissed me. Not a motherly kiss, but one that lingered and became heated, with soft tender lips and the heady smell of perfume and makeup. The feel of her breasts. God help me, for some reason I responded, tightening my hold on her, my cock swelling in my pants. Her hold on me drew tighter and her mouth opened. I'd never even guessed Mom would be a tongue kisser, but she was very good at it. She moaned into my mouth as our tongues danced together.She finally drew away with a breathless sigh. My türbanlı hatay escort head was spinning. This was my mother! What the fuck was I doing? I looked back through the doorway, worried about Carla catching me, catching us. Mom lifted my hand and put it on her breast. "Oh, Peter," she sighed. "Touch me my darling."In a dream state I squeezed her tit, feeling her nipple hardening quickly in my palm. How many times as a teen had I fantasized about her? And now here she was, doing this. Sure, she thought I was her dead husband. Yes this was wrong. I pulled her too me anyway and kissed her again, and Mom returned the kiss with a passion I'd never have expected. "Peter," she groaned."Yes," I answered, lost."Peter. Fuck me Peter. I want you inside me."I almost choked. I'd never heard Mom curse before. Now she was begging..."Fuck me Peter," she repeated, tugging at me. I offered no resistance at all. She led me to the sofa anxiously, eagerly. This time as I looked back through the doorway I saw Carla, standing in the shadow. Watching. Had I wanted to let her catch me or was it the soft demand from Mom she had heard. To late, I had to do this. I had to. Mom lay back on the sofa, hiking her dress up to her waist as she did so and revealing black pantyhose but no panties beneath. She held her arms out for me. "Take me Peter," she said.Groaning, I fumbled with my pants. Mom sat forward to help and deftly freed my cock. Her hands were cool on my shaft. She opened her mouth and I almost fainted as she took me inside. Soft, moist, hot, her tongue eager but not very talented. It didn't matter. It was Mom! Turning slightly I watched Carla mimic Moms action with her own dress. This was all to much and I pulled away from Mom before I could cum. She had drool on her chin, gasping, calling Dad's name in a whisper. I shoved her back, crazed now. Mom complied by scrambling with her dress again, shoving her hose down. I almost hurt myself getting my pants down.Mom moaned as she lifted her legs into the air. I got my first look at her pussy by the light spilling in from the hall. She was completely shaved and glistening with wetness. Her labia were splayed with arousal, and the odor was heady. I had to check Carla. Sure enough, she was clean shaved as well. Leaning against the wall with her other leg held high so I could see."Peter!" Mom whispered, and I turned my attention to the woman beneath me. My Mother. I knelt and lifted her feet over my shoulders to hold her legs up and lowered my face to taste her. "Peter!" she hissed, almost too loudly. I could tell it was a sound of surprise. Evidently Dad wasn't much for muffdiving. Mom quivered and moaned as I raked my tongue through her treasure. Her flavor was different from any I'd ever had before, indescribable. She tasted like a woman who hadn't had sex in a very long time. Clean, pure, delicious.Mom came like a cannon, silently and gushing. Thick cum filled my mouth and flowed down my throat. She was still shaking when I rose and positioned türbanlı hatay escort bayan my cock at her entrance. Her hands clutched at me as I pushed inside, stretching her and I heard Carla gasp. It was hard, not looking to see what Carla was up to but, Mom had a tight pussy, further proof that Dad hadn't serviced his wife in a long time. Mom really did need it, Carla would have to wait. I wasn't abusing or taking advantage of her. I was giving my poor grieving mother the comfort she desperately needed.To tell the truth, I needed this as well. A sort of relief for me as I drove in and out of her like a madman. Mom moaned loudly and slapped a hand over her mouth. She was trained to be quiet. Interesting. She came again while I was fucking her. Her pussy clamped down so tightly I could hardly move. And then, while her cunt was milking my cock, I began to cum, filling my mother's pussy with my i****tuous seed. We both went slack about the same time, sagging in complete release. Both of us satisfied.Some time later I heard Carla's voice, it was distant, calling to me from the kitchen. She must have moved and I was thankful. "Mark! Coffee's ready.""I'll be right there," I yelled back. Below me Mom was moaning, writhing, rubbing her hands in the cum spilling from her freshly fucked hole. I wasn't sure what to do so I left her there like that, my cum and her juices staining the sofa beneath her. I staggered from the room, my mind spinning and unable to think straight. I'd just fucked my own mother, watched my sister masturbating, watching her brother fuck their Mother. I'd done it. I'd fucked her and now, my sister. Why not?Nothing was ever going to be the same again. This I knew as Carla handed me a mug of coffee. Naked.A sister Joins In.Ghost Writer"I can see I won't have to wait for my turn." And looked down. So did I as Carla pushed my chest and I sat. I was still hard. "She knew it was you Mark.""What? She kept calling me by Dad's name.""That was for you, she knew what she was doing. The same as I know."For the second time today I felt my cock held by a family member. It was being held so Carla could guide it home. Home to a very wet pussy as she straddled my lap and forced the head back and forward through her lips. Satisfied, my sister closed her eyes, held still. Then lowered her body. Her labia were pumped with arousal and blood and slippery enough for me to realize she had climaxed before. Down she went until, a little change of direction and, the head of my cock eased through the opening to her womb."I knew it, oh god I just knew you where the one. The only one and it had to be this way. You didn't know, did you?""Know, know what? What the hell is going on Carla? First Mom now you. Is there something in the water? Something you two have been eating?" My sister didn't answer, just closed her eyes again and began to rock her hips slowly. Not lifting, just gentle movements. My darling sister was using my body to rub against her clit. She was masturbating türbanlı escort hatay again and I was more than just turned on. My cock jumped in it's warm bed."YES, oh Mark, do it again, and squeeze my nipples. Your cock is perfection, it's a wonder Mom didn't scream the house down. Damn you're good.""Fine but, I still don't know what you were talking about, although it can wait." At which point my sister stopped moving and sighed."Mom came into the bathroom one day when I was in the bath and Dad had walked in. He had his cock out and not to pee. Mom freaked and I don't think Dad touched her after that day.""Did he..."No fucking way, I knew he wanted to but I think the booze had already affected his ability to get it up. Unlike you. You know how much trouble you're in now?""Now what did I do? You are sitting on me remember. I'm innocent...."Not quite that innocent Mark.""Mom, shit, I..." I was speechless. Mom walked towards us, naked as us and smiling. She ended up close behind Carla, between my knees and what happened next blew my mind. She bent a little and kissed Carla on the top of her head then, as my sweet sister turned and lifted her head, Mom kissed her lips. I had already been there and knew, thought I knew what, what was happening. It was confirmed as Mom cupped Carla's breasts.I was still holding my sisters nipples as Mom lifted her breasts, forcing them into my hands or. I let them go and dropped my head. Like little magnets they found my mouth. I sucked one then swapped as Mom pulled it from my mouth. Carla groaned and squeezed my cock. In return I made my cock jump again."Just like you said Mom, Mark's cock entered my womb and he still doesn't get it.""He will, it's just a matter of time and he's been busy, distracted even."I was distracted, and loving it but I still could not... Oh shit. I looked up into my Mothers eyes, bright laughing, shining eyes. "You were sending me signals. You wanted me in the bathroom that night. I... Dad saw what I didn't and...Mom smiled. Oh my god. Talk about two different people. Gone, forever I hoped, was the tired old woman with no direction from before. In her place, well. Welcome home Mom. "I wasn't sending signals, Carla was, I was hoping..That was all she could get out as Carla grabbed her head and kissed her. Hard. Carla also started moving. Bouncing up and down on her toes. It wasn't enough to dislodge my cockhead from her womb but it was enough, more than enough for me. I had never felt anything like this before. It was incredible, I also knew I would not last long. I did have a trick that would help me last long enough. Carla's clit. I started stroking it with one hand, the other hand was busy with one breast and my mouth took care of the other. Carla exploded, screaming into our Mothers mouth.Five minutes later, I checked the clock above Mom's head, Mom released my sister who collapsed into my arms. I didn't want to move and I didn't think Carla could. My cock was happy where he was as well. Mom smiled at me. "Will a fresh cup of coffee get you ready for another round with me? I kind of liked what you did... you know. I've never... um. It was really nice."Carla moved a bit, pressed her head under my chin and surprisingly opened another door. "No Mom, he gets to lick me next, you get his cock again."I couldn't help myself. "Don't I get a say in this?"Two naked women, my Mother and my sister looked at me. "NO."