by VanillaExtract 04/08/13
- Quick disclaimer, this is not a tame story. There is a theme of non-consent/reluctance involved. Also, a very special thank you goes out to my volunteer editor Denorange for putting up with me. Comments good and bad are always encouraged. I hope you enjoy it. I did >:) -
I was late to work. My boss, the diner chef, yelled at me. I hurried to put on my apron and make it out to the dining room, which was nearly empty anyway. There were only two tables, both with elderly couples. But with four waitresses on staff, I had nothing to do. My sister was hanging around the counter.
"Sorry I'm late," I said to her.
"Hey, Katie, there you are," she said.
"Got caught up this morning," I said. "I guess you didn't need me though. How are Lori and Heather doing?"
"They're fine. Um..." Jenny was staring at me.
"What? Lipstick on my teeth?"
"Oh, my god," Jenny said.
"You sucked his cock!"
"What?" I hissed. "I did not!"
"You've got cum in your hair!"
"Oh," I said.
Jenny hurried me inside the bathroom and turned me to face the long mirror. The shame and embarrassment weighed heavily on my shoulders when I saw myself. There was cum in my hair, lots of cum. There was even some on my neck. Jenny didn't say anything. She just moistened a paper towel and cleaned me up. I felt like crying.
"I messed up," I said. "I sucked his cock. I'm so ashamed of myself."
"Don't feel bad. It's not your first incest experience."
"You don't count, and this is my son we're talking about."
"How was it?" she asked, throwing the paper towel away.
"He made me do it," I said. "He did. He shoved it right in my mouth. I even bit him, but he just shoved it in deeper and made me suck it."
"Really? Why didn't you bite harder?"
"I tried to resist," I said. "It's just been so long for me and, and I get horny too, you know?"
She rubbed my back. "So, you liked it?"
"My body did, but my mind didn't. And now my pussy is dripping wet, and god, I just want sex. I need to cum so bad."
"Come here," Jenny said, opening her arms. I hugged her and she stroked my hair. Then she lifted my chin and gave me a gentle kiss on the lips. "Mmm, cum breath."
I laughed nervously. My sister and I hadn't kissed like that in years. Jenny was always such a sweetheart, ready with a shoulder to cry on. I thought she was just being nice, but then she kissed me again, opening her mouth, letting her tongue venture out to touch mine. I jumped.
"What are you doing?"
She shrugged. "You took care of Dillon; someone has to take care of you."
She kissed me again. Her hands ran down my chest, over my small tits, grabbing them through my blouse. I loved being touched, and she was so much gentler than Dillon. She knew what I liked. After all, we had taught each other, but that had been a long time ago.
"Hold on," I said, breaking our kiss. "What are we doing? We're not teenagers anymore."
"No, we're in our thirties and neither of us is getting near enough cock." Jenny patted the counter. "Here, sit on the counter. Come on, hop up. Let me taste that pussy of yours."
"What about work?"
"Lori and Heather can cover us for a few minutes."
Jenny put her hands on my hips and helped me up on the counter. I was a little reluctant to do this, especially in the bathroom of the diner, but my pussy was so tender and needy.
"What if someone comes in?"
"It's dead until lunchtime. We'll be fine. Relax."
I sighed and leaned my back against the mirror, putting my feet up on the edge of the counter. Jenny ran her hands down my thighs, under my black skirt. Her fingers wrapped around the rim of my panties and peeled them away. They stuck to my slick cunt.
"Oh, you are wet," she said.
I nodded and scooted my ass to the edge of the counter, cold against my bare skin. Jenny's hands ran down the inside of my thighs, spreading my legs open. My pussy was getting even more wet in anticipation, my clit swollen, my lips inflamed. When Jenny touched me with her fingers, I just moaned.
"Frick," I said.
"Are you okay?" she asked, stroking my slit with the tips of her fingers.
"Just so horny. Don't tease."
She slipped her middle finger inside my hot little pussy and my eyes flickered. I needed this so bad.
"God, thank you."
"What are sisters for?" she asked, sliding her finger in and out of me.
"Not for this," I mumbled. "We usually just shop for clothes."
"You can treat me to a clearance sale," Jenny said.
Then she knelt down, bringing her mouth to my dripping pussy. Her hot tongue lapped at my sensitive labia, sending shivers all through my body. I took the back of her head and pulled her in closer to my cunt. Jenny's tongue slipped inside as her fingers massaged my clit. I was in heaven as I held her hair. For a moment, I could understand why Dillon shoved his cock in my mouth. He needed relief, just like me.
"Feels so good," I said with a sigh. "Why don't we do this anymore?"
Jenny pulled her tongue out of my pussy to speak. "You told me a mommy is supposed to be respectable, and eating pussy wasn't right, especially your sister's."
"Sorry. I'm dumb sometimes."
She grinned at me. "And I thought you were the smart one."
I gave her a look and then shoved her face back into my pussy. Her tongue explored my clit, flicking at it. And then she sucked on it. I was trying not to moan, but it felt so good. I held her head firm as I ground my pussy into her mouth, humping her face. Jenny kept at my clit with her mouth while her fingers sawed in and out of my wet hole. It didn't take long for me to cum. Just as I was screaming in pleasure, the bathroom door opened and an elderly woman came in. She screamed even louder than I did and scurried away.
"Might be time to get back to work," Jenny said, wiping her chin.
"Have I told you you're the best little sister in the world?"
"I already know," Jenny said.
After explaining to my boss why I was naked in the bathroom with my sister---"she was helping me extract a tampon!"---I got on with work feeling much better. Really, my whole outlook had changed after having a proper orgasm. Yes, I had jerked off my son and sucked his cock, but that was incidental. There was no reason why I had to feel weird about this. And it was all his doing, in hindsight, 100%. I was in the right. I was a good mother. And he had two weeks of grounding to look forward to.
I came home feeling strong, confident, ready to lay down the law. But Dillon was not even home. He had skipped punishment! Oh, now I was angry! A stern talking to was waiting for that young man with the big cock, yes siree!
Dillon came home around 6:00 pm, wearing a basketball jersey and looking all sweaty and disgusting, his dark blond hair wet and falling over his forehead. I imagined this is how he would look after he finished fucking a girl with that long cock of his. Damn it, I stood up straight and showed him my motherly flower, I mean glower.
"And where have you been, young man?" I asked.
"Huh?" he said. "Just playing basketball."
"Did you forget you're grounded?"
"You were serious about that?"
"Yes! You violated my vacuum!"
He smirked at me. "I also violated your throat and I got grounded for that."
My glower couldn't stand up to that. I just gawked. "You little...you, you... You go to your room!"
"I was just joking, Mom. Chill."
"No, that's not something you joke about!"
"Whatever," he said, strutting into the hallway and closing his bedroom door.
I was fuming. I thought sucking my son's cock would have at least earned me a little bit of respect. Instead, he was already back to his rebellious ways. Well, note taken: sex doesn't change a man from being a man!
I stormed after Dillon, knocking on his door. "Dillon! I expect an apology for what you said!"
He opened the door...naked. My eyes popped out of my head. Yes, I had seen him naked already, but I wasn't expecting it.
"What are wearing!?"
"I'm not wearing anything," he said. "I'm about to take a shower. But if it makes you feel better, sure, I'm sorry."
I folded my arms, trying to keep my eyes off that cock of his. It was so long, even when soft, hanging between his legs, swaying with every movement he made. "I want a real apology. I'm still your mother, and I pay the rent."
"Fine, I'm sorry I made a joke about you sucking my cock. I was just playing with you. I didn't know you'd be all sensitive about it."
I gulped. "Well, I am. I'm not proud of doing it, and you did force me. I was trying to help you, and I don't appreciate you making jokes. I expect to be treated with respect."
"I do respect you. So, sorry I made you suck my dick. I thought you wanted it."
"Why would you think that?" I asked, keeping my angry pose going, my eyes fighting me the whole way, trying not to focus on that beautiful cock. My pussy knew it was there though. My brain was sending signals telling me to get wet, just in case I forgot I was Dillon's mommy.
"You seemed like you were getting into it when you were jerking me off, and you were staring at my cock a lot, and you sort of suggested you liked sucking cock, so I figured you wanted it."
"Well, I didn't want it, just so you know."
"You didn't?" he asked, a smile forming at the corner of his mouth. "Because the way you were sucking my cock, I gotta tell you, I thought you did."
"I was trying to make you cum. Just because I happen to be good at something, doesn't mean I like it."
"Uh huh. Well, I was going to have you give me another blow job after my shower."
I unfolded my arms, putting them on my hips, adding a scoff. "Are you crazy? Absolutely not. I told you, that was a one-time thing."
"Nah, I don't think so. I think you want it."
Dillon stepped forward, grabbing my wrist, bringing it to his hanging cock. I tried to pull away, but he held my hand in place.
"Dillon, let me go."
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