I’d been nervous for the entire ten hour trip home, but as the cab made the turn into my parents’ neighborhood my anxiety kicked into overdrive. I hadn’t been home for the entire four years I’d been in the service and wasn’t convinced that my homecoming was going to be a friendly one. After all, my father hadn’t spoken more than two words to me in all that time, except to tell me how disappointed he was in me. Dad was a “my way or the highway” kind of guy through and through and when I told him I was quitting college after my freshman year to join the Marines it definitely wasnot his way. According to Dad’s plan I should be done school by now and ready to join the family business. Instead I was freshly home from Iraq with no idea what I wanted to do next.

I paid the driver and humped my duffle up the long driveway leading to the house. Dad’s house. He’d designed it and his company had built it. It was his house in every way, something he never let any of us forget. There was a moment of fear just before I rang the bell and I thought about turning back. I hoped Dad wasn’t home from work yet so I wouldn’t have to face him right away. I wanted some time to acclimate to my home again. Besides it would be nice to talk to Mom and Gwen before the drama started.

The moments between when I rang the bell and I heard the lock turn stretched into hours. The heavy timber door swung silently inward on well oiled hinges and framed in the doorway was my mother.

“Tony!” Mom shouted, rushing forward to pull me into a crushing embrace. I clutched my mother against me and suddenly I was happy to be home. Since I’m a couple inches over six feet and nearly a foot taller than her Mom had to stand on her tiptoes, despite her heels. I started to think she’d never let me go when she pushed me out to arms length to give me the once over. “Look how strong and mature you are.”

“Thanks Mom.” I was in my full dress uniform and I have to admit to being a Marine has whipped me into shape. I’d never been a little guy, but the service took a lazy kid who was soft in the middle from too much drink and turned him into a proud, hard bodied fighting machine. The last time Mom saw me I also had thick brown hair falling in my face and now that mop was trimmed into a neat flat top.

“You look so different.”

“But you look exactly the same.” It wasn’t insincere flattery, Mom really didn’t look like she’d aged a day in the past four years. Strike that, she really looked like the last fifteen years had touched her. Only faint laugh lines betrayed and a hint of crow’s feet testified she was over forty. Actually she just almost fifty, but her perfectly coiffed honey blonde hair wasn’t touched by gray and her finger was nearly as trim as it had been when Mom was a twenty-five-year-old beauty queen. My mother was considered quite the catch back then and my mother, just a working class guy, had been bold to go after her. She was a just fuller in the hips and her breasts were bigger after two pregnancies, but that only made her look womanlier. It might seem weird that I would notice my mother’s body like that, but honestly I’d never given it a second’s thought until I’d overheard my friends talking in the backyard as a teen.

Five or six friends were over to use the pool and they thought I was inside helping Mom bring some drinks out. I was about to step out onto the deck when I caught part of their conversation. One of my friends said, “Did you get a look at that rack?” There was giggling and another added, “How could we miss it? Damn, if Mrs. DiAngelo was my mom I’d still be breastfeeding.” And yet another commented, “Don’t forget her sweet ass, dude.” I wanted to rush out there and punch all of them as they went on and on about how hot my mother was, but I wasn’t just red from anger. I was embarrassed too. My mother was not a sexual being to me. I didn’t think I could ever face them again knowing my friends thought of my mother that way. I turned around to go back into the house and nearly ran into Mom. She just managed not to spill the tray she was carrying down her front and told me to open the sliding screen door for her. It was like cold water was thrown in my face and I was suddenly awake. Mom was wearing a black one piece bathing suit, nothing too provocative for her son’s teenaged friends, but I wanted to yell at her to cover up. Unfortunately it wasn’t just because my friends were checking her out every chance they could, but because I was noticing her curves now too. Mom did have an awesome body. Her ass was nice and round and her breasts strained against her swimsuit, which did nothing to hide how fat her nipples were. Those nipples that had nourished me. I felt my fifteen-year-old erection coming to life and I had to dive into the pool and hide until I got it under control. That night when I beat off I struggled to keep my mind on the hot girl who was my latest crush. Over time I came to terms with the fact that I had a sexy mom and was able to push it to the back of my mind.

“Why are you just standing outside?” Mom asked. I picked up my bag and crossed the threshold into the house.

“Is Dad home?”

“No, he’ll be at the office until late.” Of course he wouldn’t break his work schedule just because I was coming home from a war. “But Gwen is upstairs and she’s dying to see you.” Mom called out for my sister while I set my duffle down at the bottom of the stairs.

There was no way the tall, athletic blonde who came bounding down the stairs could possibly be my little sister Gwen. She launched herself at me from the bottom step and almost sent us both sprawling as she wrapped her arms around me. The last time I saw Gwen she’d been a gawky, coltish fourteen-year-old, all skinny legs and messy hair, more likely to be found climbing trees and starting fights that experimenting with makeup. Now she was a beautiful young woman, not an awkward tomboy. I held Gwen tightly and didn’t let her go until she complained she couldn’t breathe.

“Look at you, Mr. Serious Military Man,” Gwen said.

“Well look at you too,” I replied, still stunned by the change in her. She was wearing barely decent low-rise jeans and a tight baby-T that showed off how much she’d grown and also a gem in her bellybutton. I couldn’t believe Dad didn’t have something to say about her running around dressed like that. Her eye shadow and shiny lip gloss was proof that she’s discovered makeup and probably boys. “What happened to my little roughhouse sister?”

“She discovered boys,” Gwen answered, “but don’t worry, I can still give it as good as I get.” “You have to fill me in on everything that’s been going on.” When I’d first left Gwen and I were in constant touch through email, but over the last couple years our emails had dropped off as the concerns of being a teenaged girl had taken more of her time.

“No, first he has to get unpacked and you both have to get cleaned up. We’re meeting your father for dinner at the club this evening.”

“What’s wrong with what I have on?” I asked, though I knew the answer.

“I don’t think the first time your father sees you should be in uniform. Sorry, honey, but you need to give him time to come around.”

“And if he doesn’t?”

“He will.”

Gwen, God love her, tried to cut the tension. “What’s wrong with what I have on?”

“You know very well, young lady. You can find something more appropriate.”

I went through my duffle and the best I could manage for the evening was a pair of khakis and a polo shirt, both in desperate need of ironing after their transatlantic journey. I tried steaming them while I took a much needed hot shower and that at least worked out the worst of the wrinkles. Mom looked perfect, as always, in a pale skirt that fell to just above the knees and a matching blouse, but I wasn’t sure that Gwen’s choice of outfit was any better than what she’d been wearing before. She’d traded her jeans and t-shirt for khaki skirt that was too short and tight, which went with her skintight pink polo, which barely hid her bejeweled bellybutton. On the surface it was a nice preppy outfit, but it was really the sexed up equivalent of one. It seemed my sister had become a girl of many looks, all of them designed to attract attention. Mom gave Gwen a disapproving look, but as Gwen had waited until the last minute to come downstairs there was no time for her to change into something else. We all hopped into the Land Rover and it was off to the club.

The Lancaster Country Club was everything you’d expect of an organization in which half the members could trace their lineage back to Colonial times. While my mother’s blood was definitely blue enough for membership, my father was a working class, self-made man who at times seemed to be trying just a bit too hard to fit in. Dad was determined to prove that he was just as good as any of those old money types. His sense of unease had somehow been passed down to me and even coming to the club now, years later, I didn’t feel comfortable. All that needless opulence seemed even worse to me after the things I had seen in the Middle East.

“I see the big war hero has come home,” said Mrs. Wellbourne, one of my mother’s friends. When she came close to give me a kiss I could see that she’d gone under the knife and it had left her with a somewhat startled expression. She left a smudge of garish pink lipstick on my cheek as we tried to move on.

“He just arrived home today,” Mom said, looking past the woman in search of my father. Mom seemed just as tense as I was about how the evening was going to go. We were trying to make our way toward the patio on the rear of the old manner house that served as the primary clubhouse, but Mrs. Wellbourne seemed determined to slow us down.

“You’ll have to come over later and tell us just how ghastly things are over there.”

“Uhm, sure,” I mumbled. Gwen spotted a girlfriend and thankfully dragged me away.

“Diana!” Gwen called out to a blonde chatting up a preppy football player type. Diana? That couldn’t be Diana Lansdale, could it? She was one of my sister’s oldest friends.

“Is that who I think it is?” The perky blonde said, as if she couldn’t believe her eyes. “Tony DiAngelo?”

I made a show of checking my dog tags and said, “According to the Marine Corps that’s who I am and you know the government is never wrong.”

“It’s so cool you’re finally home,” Diana said, giving me a big hug. She held onto me for a long time, which I didn’t mind at all. Diana had grown up to be a pretty hot babe. She and Gwen could have been twins, except that Diana’s body was curvier than my sisters and I knew that Diana’s blonde locks were the product of a bottle. She was dressed similarly to Gwen too, although her outfit wasn’t quite so formfitting.

Diana’s friend obviously thought our hug was going on too long because he stepped forward and offered one of his big hands. “Tony, this is Chad Wellington.” Chad tried to impress me with what he thought was a firm handshake, but which wasn’t.

“Hi Chad,” I said, somewhat warily. The way Diana was gazing up at me I was sure that she was using me to make this side of beef jealous and I didn’t feel like being drawn into someone else’s drama.

“How are things over there?” Chad asked. “I’m considering doing ROTC at Stanford this fall. I can’t imagine the rush of being over there in the shit.”

“It’s pretty much what you’d expect, bullets whizzing past your head isn’t very fun or exciting. There are better ways to get an adrenaline rush.”

“I’m not sure I’ll have time in my schedule anyway. I’m going to be pre-law.”

I fought the urge to roll my eyes as I failed to be properly impressed.

“You have to promise we’ll catch up,” Diana insisted. “I want to hear about everything.”

“As soon as I am done with him,” Gwen said. “He ismy brother, after all.”

“I’m sure you have mucho bonding to do.”

“I promise you my undivided attention,” I said, mostly because I knew it would bother that tool Chad.

“I’ll hold you to that.” Diana gave me another generous hug and a kiss on the cheek.

Gwen and I picked our way over to the bar, where I ordered a beer and to my surprise my little sister ordered a Cosmo. She noticed my reaction and told me, “I’m an adult now.”

“Just barely.”

“But I am eighteen.”

“And not twenty-one.” She looked all serious for a moment and I flashed a smile, letting her know I was just yanking her chain.

“You don’t want me to grow up, just like Daddy.”

“It’s a little late for that. I’m just sorry that I did miss you growing up. Speaking of which, do you always dress like that?”

“No, not always. I have lots of other cute little outfits, too. I refuse to be a slave to one look. I could be Little Miss Suburbia today and something entirely different tomorrow. It keeps life interesting.”

“You must be beating the boys off with a stick.”

“Only certain boys. Boys like Chad, for example. I have no idea what Diana sees in that fool. Well, I guess I do, but still.”

“Come on, take it easy on me. I only just got back. I wasn’t expecting you to be so…grown up. I guess I’m going to have to work on my threatening act.”

Gwen linked her arm through mine. “It’s so sweet that you want to protect me, but don’t worry. I never find more trouble than I can handle. I’m not an innocent little girl anymore.” Why didn’t that comfort me?

“I guess you’re not. I don’t know why I thought I would come back and find you exactly the same.”

“In overalls and pigtails? You’ve changed and I’ve changed too.”

“Yes you have,” I said wistfully. I should have been there when she went through being a teenager. A girl needs a big brother. But she seemed to have come through fine without me. Maybe that’s what really bothered me. We’d always been so close before I left and I hoped we could pick up where we left off.

“I think I turned out pretty darn good.”

I kissed her forehead and told her, “I’m sure you have. I can’t wait to get to know you all over again.”

“Here comes Mom.” Gwen downed her drink and set the empty glass on a table before Mom reached us, but I know she still saw it.

“Could you try to behave just for tonight please?” Mom scolded Gwen. “I don’t need you provoking your father on top of everything else.”

We were shown to a table in the corner of the expansive patio, which was good if there was a scene when Dad showed up, though I didn’t think that was very likely. Scenes just didn’t happen at the club and I suspected that was the reason we were dining there. I wondered what was keeping Dad, but it turned out that we didn’t have to wait much longer for the great man.

“Darling,” Mom said when Dad found us, a highball already in his hand. He kissed her cheek and looked over at us kids with disapproval. He picked on Gwen first.

“With all the money you spend on clothes, can’t you find anything that fits?” He grumbled.

Gwen smiled sweetly and replied, “But you want me to fit in with all the other girls, don’t you Daddy? I could always go back to climbing trees and playing with boys.”

Dad ignored her and turned to me. “Good to see you again, Tony.” That was all he had to say to me and he sat down for dinner.

Mom made several attempts at small talk throughout dinner, but as much as Gwen and I tried to help her my father just refused to be engaged by his family. When the meal came to a merciful close Dad instructed Mom to take Gwen home and said that I would be riding with him. Here it comes, I thought.

Mom and Gwen both hugged and kissed me before departing, with my mother gently reminding me to “stay respectful.” Gwen wished me luck. I followed Dad outside and wasn’t surprised when the valet brought around a brand new Cadillac sports coupe. We hit the road and the silence in the car was so oppressive that I wanted to scream when Dad finally spoke.

“There are some things we need to clear up now that you’re home.”

“I want you to know that none of my decisions have been because of you,” I said, taking a conciliatory tone. “I didn’t know where I fit in here and I felt like I had to go out and find out what life was about for myself.”

“Of course it had to do with me. You’re my son. You have my name and with that comes certain expectations. You have family obligations.”

“But what if I don’t want your life?”

“That life has made you and your sister pretty comfortable.”

“I know, but I don’t think the family business is for me.”

He shook his head. “Do you know what I would have done to be given an opportunity like the one you’re so intent on throwing away? My father worked in a defense factory until it killed him. I came from nothing and built everything I am from scratch. No one offered me any breaks.”

“Maybe I want the same chance to build who I am. Isn’t life about making your own choices?”

“Choices? I didn’t have any choices. I worked so hard because I had to. It was my only option. If I didn’t go and grab what I wanted in life I’d have nothing. I had a family to think about. But you don’t have to do all of that.”

It’s really funny how much like my Dad I really am. But he just can’t see it. I only wanted the same freedom he’d had as a young man, but he didn’t want to give it to me.

“I built all of this for my family. I did it so my son would have something to call his own someday, so he wouldn’t have to squander his youth kissing the asses of small men.”

“I appreciate that, Dad. But I…”

“You don’t appreciate it all. What do you propose I do with everything I’ve built? Hand it off to strangers when I retire? What if something were to happen to me? You don’t expect your mother to take over, do you?”

“Nothing’s going to happen to you, Dad.” It bothered me that he dismissed my mom so easily. I knew she would be more than capable of taking things over if she had to. She is far from helpless. I also resented the fact that he was so openly trying to manipulate me. “And if something did happen I would be there for Mom and Gwen. I wouldn’t let them down.”

“Like you have been for the last four years? I love your sister dearly, but Gwen is a handful, always finding trouble. I can’t help but think that if her older brother had been there to offer some guidance she might be different.”

“That’s not fair. You’re the reason I haven’t been around. You made it perfectly clear that while I stayed in the Marines I wasn’t welcome in your house. Christ Dad, most people would be proud if their kid went off to serve his country.”

“But you’re meant for better things, Tony. You made your choice, don’t blame me for the consequences of your actions.”

We continued in the same vein for the rest of the drive home, but it was pointless since neither of us was prepared to give any ground. We weren’t going to reach a resolution on our own. Dad shut off the car in the driveway when we got home, but he didn’t get out.

“If you’re planning on sticking around you have some decisions to make.” Dad said.

“I know that.”

“If you’re going to stay under my roof you have to live up to your responsibilities.”

“I just need to think about things, Dad. I need time to figure out what I really want.”

“You have some time, but not forever. You’re a man now and you need to start behaving like one.”

Things with Dad went pretty much how I expected, although I was surprised that he was prepared to give me some time to decide what I was going to do. I was sure I would get an ultimatum tonight to either do what he wanted or to leave immediately. I was totally flustered and needed someone to talk to, but when I went looking for Gwen she wasn’t anywhere to be found. I sat on a lounger by the pool in the dark, alone with my thoughts.

I had been so sure I was ready to chart my own course, but the things Dad said had gotten to me. Was I stupid to refuse what was being offered on a silver platter? How many struggling young men would have killed to be offered a position at a multimillion dollar company? And did I feel a responsibility to keep things going? God forbid something did happen to Dad, who would watch out for Gwen and Mom? I knew if I turned my father down this time I would be walking away from everything forever. Was I prepared to do that? Now that I’d seen the world I had a better appreciation for what I would be giving up. I couldn’t just turn my back on my mom, which is what I would be doing because I knew that as much as she loved me she would stay loyal to my father.

I must have dozed on the lounge because the next thing I knew I heard the gate to the backyard closing followed by hushed voices. I looked back toward the house, but there were no lights on inside. I became concerned about intruders, but then I recognized one of the voices as my sister’s. Her speech was slurred and she wasn’t doing a very good job of keeping her voice down. I could make out two shadows moving across the far side of the porch when the motion detectors snapped on a light.

“Shit,” exclaimed Gwen’s male companion. They were directly in the pool of bright light. I was far enough in the shadows that I knew their shocked eyes couldn’t pick me out of the darkness.

“Don’t worry, the light goes on automatically and my parent’s bedroom is on the front of the house, so it won’t wake them.”

The guy was standing behind Gwen with his arms around her, hands resting on her hips. His dark hair was long and I saw at least one tattoo peaking out from under his t-shirt sleeve. He was not the type of boy Mom and Dad would approve of, which I’m sure if just what my sister found so appealing about him. He moved his hands up and cupped her breasts through her shirt.

“Hey, what do you think you’re doing?” Gwen said in mock protest, making no effort to remove his hands.

“Just keeping the party going,” he said, stooping to kiss her neck. Gwen’s not short by any means, but this guy had to bend because he was nearly as tall as I am.

“Just don’t think this party is going too far,” she said, leaning her head back against his chest. I know it’s weird, but it didn’t occur to me to look away or leave as this guy groped my sister. I just stayed there in the dark and watched. He continued to maul her breasts and suck on her neck until she turned around in his arms and pulled his mouth down to hers. He grabbed her around ass and she ground against him.

They awkwardly backed up until Gwen pushed him down onto one of the lounges right beside the pool. They were directly in the light any longer, but I could still see things clearly. She straddled the boy and kept kissing him while he reached for her chest once again. Gwen’s got to be a C-cup and I’m sure most boys go right for her chest. The way she moved her hips I knew she was really grinding down into his crotch. He pulled her tight polo off and he attacked her breasts right through her red lace bra. While he was slobbering all over my sister’s rack the light switched off and they were plunged into darkness. Now all I could see were moving shapes. I tried squinting into the dark night, but I couldn’t make out any details.

They must have moved enough to trigger the motion detector again because after a couple minutes the light snapped back on. Gwen’s pants were unsnapped and the boy was just pulling his hand out of them. They were whispering to each other too low for me to understand them until I heard Gwen say, “I told you, not yet.”

“Come on, baby. You’re killing me,” the boy complained.

“If you keep trying to rush me you’re never going to get it,” Gwen taunted as she rubbed his package through his jeans. I silently routed her own, happy that she was turning this clown down.

“But if you don’t do something it’s going to hurt like hell.”

“I guess you’ve been pretty good.” Gwen slid down the lounge and sat on the end between his legs. She unbuckled his jeans and pulled them down. His cock sprang straight up into the light and while I’m not expert in these things, it didn’t look too big to me. I know I’m bigger, but my eight inches is longer than average.

Gwen pulled her hair back into a scrunchie she kept on her wrist and took him right in her mouth. I didn’t think she was some little angel, especially after what I’d seen so far, but I wasn’t quite prepared to see my little sister going down on some strange guy. I could see her head speedily bobbing up and down, having no trouble taking his cock all the way down. She was even rubbing his balls while she sucked on him. I could hear her slurping around his shaft and by the way he was moaning she had to be pretty good at what she was doing. She slowed down and held just his head between her lips and I could only imagine that she was doing something with her tongue. He reached down to fondle her chest again and she went back to her fast sucking. In just a few more minutes the guy started shaking all over and Gwen held still with his cock planted in her mouth. I knew my sister was swallowing this guy’s load.

When Gwen was finished he pulled up his jeans and she tried to kiss him on the lips, but he only gave her a quick peck. She told him she had to get inside and showed him to the gate.

When it was all over I was left alone in the dark and to my chagrin I realized I had the biggest hard-on. Deep down I knew it had to come from watching my sister fooling around with that guy, but I rationalized that it was just the natural reaction of a man who’d barely seen an attractive woman in months, let alone had any sex or seen any kind of porn. That sort of thing wasn’t exactly plentiful over in Iraq. The last sex I’d had was with an Air Force supply clerk and that was well over six months ago. She was cute, but nothing to write home about.

I wait for my erection to go down enough so that I could comfortably walk and silently made my way into the house. I quickly beat off in the bathroom and went to bed.

~~~

The next morning any guilt I may have felt about spying on Gwen was gone. I had much bigger things on my mind. I walked into the kitchen and found Mom drinking her morning coffee and reading the newspaper. While I fixed myself a cup of coffee Mom told me that Gwen was out for the day and Dad had gone to work early. We sat in silence together until she set the paper down.

“Your father told me about your talk on the way home last night.”

“Are you going to lay into me now too?”

“That wasn’t my intention. I would like to know what you’re thinking, though.”

“Honestly Mom, I don’t know what to do. I don’t know which is the right decision for me.”

“But you have to make one.”

“I know.”

“Can I get you something?” Mom asked as she got up to refresh her coffee. I was momentarily distracted and didn’t answer her right away. Mom was wearing one of those little tennis outfits that seemed to be designed more for men’s benefit. Hers was pale green and consisted of a sleeveless top that was very snug across her ample chest and a tiny skirt that showed off her endless tanned legs. Mom probably looked better in than that outfit than most women half her age. I forced myself to look away and told her, “No thanks.”

“Tony, I’ll love you no matter what you decide, but you know I wish you would join the business. I think you could be very happy there if you gave it a try.”

“Maybe I could, I don’t know. I’m starting to think that maybe I’m being stupid to not even try. It might be stubbornness that I wouldn’t even consider it before.”

Mom lit up with a smile. “I’m happy to hear that you’re keeping an open mind. I thought it would be better if your father wasn’t hovering over you while you try to figure this out so I told him I am taking you kids to the beach house for a couple weeks. It’ll be just like old times.”

“That’s great, Mom.” It did sound like a great idea.

“I’d hoped you’d think so. I’ll tell Gwen when she gets home, but I don’t think she’ll have a problem going. That girl loves the beach.”

“Probably because of the boys.”

Mom gave me a knowing look. “She’s not quite the same girl you remember, is she?”

“No, not at all. But I guess I can’t expect her to be the same little girl.”

“Gwen took it hard when you left, Tony. She really looked up to you. Despite what your father thinks, I was happy when she came out of her shell.”

“But she doesn’t get into any serious trouble, does she?”

“No, she’s not really a bad girl,” Mon laughed. “She just doesn’t want to be what everyone thinks she should be. You should recognize that trait. I don’t think Gwen is up to anything worse than other girls her age. Besides, a little bit of trouble can be a good thing. I was known to be pretty wild when I was her age.”

“Really?”

“I won’t tell you any stories, but let’s just say I wasn’t always your father’s idea of what a perfect little wife should be.” I didn’t want to think about what she could be getting at. “I need to get going for my tennis lesson.” She bent down to give me a kiss, inadvertently giving me a nice, long look down the V-neck of her top, showing me her silky bra. I immediately looked away. Well, almost immediately.

We left for the beach house that Saturday and it really was just like our old vacations because Diana came with us. When we were kids we were each allowed to bring a friend and Gwen had always brought Diana while I’d brought my best friend Tim. It’s funny, Diana and my sister were still close, but I had no idea what Tim was doing now.

It was two hours to the beach and Mom asked if I would drive so after we loaded the Land Rover to the gills I slipped behind the wheel and Mom rode beside me while the girls took the back seat. It was weird at first because it was the first time I’d driven anything but a HUMVEE in a couple years. The girls spent the whole time gossiping about their social circle and Mom was busy on the phone arranging some charity dinner, so I was able to concentrate on the road in front of me, relieved that I didn’t have to be on the lookout for homemade landmines and booby traps.

Our house was a mid-sized Mediterranean right on the beach with three bedrooms and a Jacuzzi on the ocean side deck. The girls shared a room and I had mine to myself, which was close to Mom’s. After we unpacked, Mom sent the three of us to pick up groceries.

“What would Mom say if we came back with nothing but junk food and beer?” Gwen joked. She lunged the cart forward and jumped on the back, riding it down the aisle with her ass sticking in the air. She nearly collided with an end display of canned peaches and we all laughed.

“I think she’d lock you in your room the whole time we’re here.” I said.

“But we are going to get some beer, right? Vodka would be even better.” Diana said, hanging back to walk beside me.

“Maybe. I know I could use something to drink.” I said.

“If you’re feeling tense I could give you a backrub later,” Diana said, utterly failing to look innocent.

“I might take you up on that,” I replied, feeling my body reacting to the idea of her hands on me.

“So what about getting us something to drink then? We should get daiquiri mix or something too. We can sit in the hot tub tonight and sip our drinks.”

“So that offer of a backrub was just to get booze out of me?”

“Oh no. I promise to take care of you no matter what.”

“We’ll see.”

“Come on, Tony.” Diana said, hugging my arm and pressing her curves into me. I knew it wasn’t the first time she’d used them to get what she wanted, but I didn’t mind being manipulated that way.

“I don’t think Mom will mind if we have a couple cocktails as long as my big, strong brother is keeping an eye on us.” Gwen added. She hugged me on the other side and batted her eyes innocently. I’m sure I looked like the luckiest guy on earth to all the other men in the store with those blonde beauties hanging on me. Hey, I had to agree, even if one of them was my sister. At least Gwen wasn’t hugging me the way Diana was, although in her skimpy tank top and little shorts it didn’t matter much what she did.

“I guess it’s okay, but I’ll have to closely supervise you.”

“Very closely, I hope.” Diana said. Yup, that was her hand on my butt.

Gwen laughed and said, “Slut.”

Diana laughed too, saying, ”Yeah, he wishes.”

“Be nice to my brother.”

The whole afternoon went like that and being out with the girls made me feel better than I had in a long time. By the time dinner rolled around my mood had lightened considerably. That night they wanted me to go out with them while they cruised the local circuit, but since I knew the primary goal was to pick up boys I declined. Instead I hung out with Mom on the back deck. When the wind picked up off the ocean she suggested we get into the Jacuzzi and we changed into our swimsuits. Mom stopped in the kitchen to refill her wine glass and fetch me another beer, so I turned on the jets and settled in to the churning out water.

Mom came out with a beer in one hand and a glass and bottle of wine in the other and I fought to keep eye contact. Thankfully the light outside was low and she probably couldn’t see that my eyes kept wandering down. Mom’s dark purple bikini wasn’t one of those skimpy, string ones, but it still showcased just how amazing her body still was. The top was a halter and squeezed her D-cups together to provide a deep valley of cleavage and the side straps of the panties rode just above her ample hips. My mouth went dry and my cock involuntarily throbbed beneath the bubbling water. Mom bent down to put her wine bottle on the deck, showing me her full ass was still remarkably firm. She slipped into the Jacuzzi across from me and handed me my beer. I must have knocked half of it back in one gulp.

Thankfully, Mom sank into the water to her neck, just where her honey blonde ponytail would have gotten soaked. She started asking me about the war and as I talked about how things were over there I forgot all about her sexy body. I told it to her straight, but I didn’t get into any detail about some of the real horrors I’d seen. Those things still gave me nightmares and there was no reason to burden my mother with those images. I told her about how one of my good friends had been killed sitting in a HUMVEE right beside me by a piece of shrapnel from a roadside bomb, but I didn’t tell her about how his blood jetted all over me, or how my fingers kept slipping over the gaping wound as I tried to hold it shut. I didn’t tell her how it felt when you had to fight the urge to lift your weapon every time someone approached you. I truly believed we were there to help the people of Iraq and I didn’t like having to view everyone who approached me as a potential enemy. The Iraqis are good people, they’re just afraid. Mostly, I told her how happy I was to not be there anymore.

“It sounds like it was terrible over there.” It was well after midnight and we were both pretty drunk. I didn’t want Mom to get upset because I’d seen her drunk before at parties and I knew she could be either giddy or melancholy, depending on her mood, and I wanted to keep her happy.

“It could be, but I made some really great friends and had some experiences I wouldn’t trade for anything, so don’t be sad for me. I was out there in the world, doing what I wanted.”

“I’m just glad you’re home. The entire time you were there I prayed for your safe return everyday.” She came across the Jacuzzi and gave me a hearty hug, crushing my face into her chest. It felt good and comforting, until I thought about where my face was and then my cock turned rock solid. Just inches away from my mouth a fat nipple stood out in response to the cold night air. I did not like what was going through my mind and I forced myself out of her embrace.

“Are you too grown up to let your mother hold you?” She asked, mock-scolding.

“Well, I, uh…”

She hugged me again, pressing my face right back into her big, soft breasts. I put my arms around her and could feel that naked cleavage heaving into my face as she breathed. God, don’t do this to me, I thought. All those nasty thoughts from high school were flooding back. I tried to think about anything else, but my beer soaked mind wasn’t cooperating.

Finally Mom let go and I breathed a sigh of relief. “I should be getting to bed. I think the wine’s gone to my head.”

“That’s probably best. Do you need a hand?”

“No, silly,” she laughed. “I haven’t gotten to the point where I need my son to take me to bed. Not yet, anyway.” Mom looked even better glistening wet and when she bent over again to pick up the empty wine bottle I adjusted myself in my swimsuit while I stared at that round ass. She left me alone in the Jacuzzi with my incestuous thoughts and I cracked another beer, hoping to wash them away.

Not long afterward the glass door slid aside and Diana stepped onto the deck. “I was hoping you’d still be up,” she said brightly.

“I’m surprised you’re home. I didn’t think I’d see you two until dawn.”

“Your sister overdid it, so I had to bring her home. Besides, it was all kind of boring. You get tired of seeing the same old people all the time.” She sat on the deck beside me and dangled her bare legs in the water. She asked for a beer and since she was eighteen and there was no one around I didn’t see the harm.

“I’m sure the same old boys don’t get tired of seeing you.”

“Gwen and I do alright, but you get tired of all the cheesy pick up lines. And then there are the guys who think they should get in your pants just because they have a little weed.”

“Glad to hear it’s not that easy.” I said, climbing out of the tub. I was aware of Diana checking out my ripped chest as I shut down the Jacuzzi and toweled off. I sat in a deck chair and she moved beside me.

“Don’t worry, Tony. Your precious little sister isn’t some kind of ho. We both know what boys are up to.”

“Yeah, those boys can be pretty bad,” I kidded.

“I know. That’s why I prefer men.”

The way she’d been looking at me since she’d come outside finally clicked and I noticed she’d been moving closer since she sat down, so that we were practically touching now. “Uh, Diana,” I said lamely.

“Yes Tony?” She put a hand on my leg and put her beer down. She brushed back a blonde lock and licked her lips to wet them, making them look just as ripe as the rest of her. She put her other hand on my arm and then moved it across my chest. My pulse was pounding. Everywhere. She didn’t wait for me to do something. Diana kissed me and I fell right in line, returning the kiss. Her tongue snaked into my mouth and it could have gone on all night if I hadn’t pulled away.

“This probably isn’t a great idea.” I said hollowly. My cock was screaming,what the hell are you doing?

“You didn’t like it?” She pouted. Her hand was caressing the back of my neck, giving me chills.

“But…”

“Don’t worry about Gwen, she really wouldn’t care. We’re all grown ups.”

Just barely, in her case, I thought. But I didn’t need anymore convincing. I pulled Diana close to me and she gave me a kiss that curled my toes. She was wearing a baby-t and short shorts and she was all hot, soft flesh as I ran my hands over her body. Her breasts were crushed against me and I wanted to free them in the worst way. I could only imagine how she would look naked, but I didn’t think striping her down right there on the deck was a good idea. Thankfully Diana wasn’t as cautious as I was.

Diana whipped her shirt over her head my moved my hands onto her chest as she returned to kissing me. She was pretty big, not as big as my mother, probably closer to Gwen, and it looked like that cute little pink bow between the lacy cups was going to burst apart if Diana took one more deep breath. I took my lips from hers and attacked her breasts, which brought a squeal of delight. Her cleavage threatened to engulf me, but I wanted more and I pulled the straps from her shoulders so I could get at her twin mounds. With the padding out of the way her tall nipples bored into my palms and I lifted each of them to my lips in turn. Diana helped things along by reaching back and unsnapping her bra.

I uttered a low moan when she went from rubbing me through my wet trunks and moved her hand inside them. She gripped and squeezed my shaft and for a second there I thought just having the sexy eighteen-year-old holding my cock was going to make it go off. Between what I’d witnessed between Gwen and her boyfriend and earlier with Mom it had been a very horny week for me. I returned the favour by pressing between Diana’s legs. I would have loved to see if she was shaved or not, but there was no way I was getting my hand into those tight shorts. She pushed into my hand and gripped me harder.

“I want you, Tony,” Diana breathed, tugging at the waistband of my trunks.

“We should slow down,” I replied, scarcely believing I was saying it.

“I know that’s not what you want.” She squeezed my cock for emphasis.

“No, but it’s not a good idea to do it right out here on the deck. We’ll have plenty of time to pick this up later.”

“I’ll hold you to that, stud. But I can’t just leave you like this.” She continued to remove my trunks and I didn’t stop her. Bending down, she took me in her mouth and I felt her tongue slid along the underside of my shaft. She sucked me hard, her tongue moving in a zigzag pattern as she bobbed up and down. She stared into my eyes as she sucked me, intently watching my reaction. Her and my sister must not have shared tips because Diana couldn’t quite deep throat me, but that didn’t matter. In an embarrassingly short time she had me blowing my load. She didn’t direct it down her throat, but held my head in her mouth so she could taste every last drop before swallowing it. When she finished, she wiped her lips with her fingers and then sucked them clean. By the time she was finished I was getting hard again and seriously rethinking the whole take it slow thing.

“That should hold you over for now.” She pulled on her shirt and picked up her bra. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” she said before disappearing into the house. Yeah, I thought watching her ass in those shorts, slow is bad.

Throughout the next day I struggled to maintain my composure around Diana and my sister. After having just a sample I wanted it all, but I didn’t want it to be obvious to Gwen that I was looking at her friend that way. Of course Diana had to make controlling my lust as difficult as she could. The three of us went to the beach and the girls dressed in nearly identical little string bikinis. My eyes popped out when the doffed their t-shirts and shorts to reveal their swimsuits underneath and trust me, I wasn’t the only one with that reaction. I think every pair of eyes within twenty feet was on the girls. They both wore Tommy Hilfiger bikinis and the only difference between them was the arrangement of the traditional Hilfiger colours. In their bikinis Gwen and Diana looked even more alike, except that Diana, being curvier and softer than Gwen’s tighter body, threatened to spill out of her top. In contrast, Gwen’s breasts were high and pert and her ass firm.

The girls knew perfectly well the kind of attention they were attracting and they weren’t too shy to exploit it. They made quite a show of rubbing lotion on each other and my cock was straining even though one of those teasing sexpots was my own sister. Diana caught me looking and favoured me with a sultry smile. The braver guys on the beach stopped and tried their best to chat up the girls, but Gwen and Diana weren’t having any of it. All of their attention was focused on me and I felt like a king.

Later in the afternoon Mom came down to the beach in a black one-piece with a sarong, proving that the younger women had nothing on her. It wasn’t as revealing as her bikini from the night before, but it was low cut and still plenty sexy and Mom was drawing just as many admiring stares as her daughter. All the beauty around me intoxicated me.

That evening the girls lured me out to a new club with the promise of a fun evening. The place was supposed to be the hottest thing in town and Gwen assured me that there would be plenty of good looking girls there, not knowing I already had my eyes set on one. As I was getting ready there was a knock on my bedroom door and Diana let herself in without waiting for an invitation. She’d been looking at me the same way all day, with naked lust, and I knew I was in for a wild ride when I got her alone. I just needed to figure out how to make that happen.

“Hey stud.” Diana sat on the edge of my bed and her black skirt was so short she had to pull it down to avoid flashing all her goodies. She was also wearing a stretch top with enough buttons left open that I knew just about everything she had to offer. She leaned forward to give me a peek at the red lace that held her chest back.

“Hey Diana. You look pretty hot tonight. Are you trying to give every guy in the club whiplash tonight?”

“There’s only one guy I care about checking me out tonight and I’m glad he’s noticed.” She walked across the room and I took her in my arms.

“I’d have to be dead not to notice you.”

She was cupping my crotch and told me, “I know for a fact that you’re not dead.” She kissed me passionately.

“Where’s Gwen?” I asked.

“Still getting ready, don’t worry. You seem awfully concerned about her. If you weren’t her brother I’d think you had the hots for her.”

“That’s crazy.”

“I saw the way you were looking today. Especially when Iaccidentally rubbed her ass.” She was still rubbing me and I grew so hard it ached.

“Every guy in the zip code was looking, which is exactly what you two wanted. And besides, I am her brother.”

“Good thing for me,” Diana said, kissing me again.

I roughly massaged her breast and she pushed it into my hand while her nipple puckered and grew hard enough to feel through her shirt. The way she had my pulse pounding I didn’t know how I was going to be able to wait until later to take her.

There was a noise at the door and I almost knocked Diana off her feet in my haste to push her away.

“There you guys are,” Gwen said, walking into the room not looking a thing like my little sister. If I’d passed her in a dark club I would have had a raging hard-on before I would realized the sexy creature standing in front of me was my sister. Gwen wore a pleated, plaid skirt that was every bit as short as Diana’s, with fishnet stockings and calf-high combat boots. Suspenders framed her breasts, which strained through a tight white top with the sleeves and collar hacked off. The materiel was thin enough to show her black bra beneath. Her blonde hair was teased and jet kohl surrounded her pretty green eyes. A dozen black rubber bracelets completed the outfit.

“You look awesome.” Diana said.

“Is punk rock girl another of your many looks?” I asked, barely hiding my astonishment at her transformation.

“I am an enigma,” Gwen giggled. “So what are you guys up to?”

“Nothing. We’re not up to anything.” I said too quickly. “I was just getting ready when Diana came in to bug me.”

“I wanted another chance to see this hunk shirtless.” Diana got too much enjoyment from watching me squirm.

“I’m not a piece of meat,” I sniffed as I buttoned my shirt.

“We’ll be downstairs when you’re ready, meat boy.” Gwen said, leading Diana from the room.

The club was hot all right, almost too hot. I swear everyone in town under thirty must have been there. The girls had no trouble at all getting in with their fake IDs. It was so packed there was barely room to move, let alone dance. I don’t think I’ve ever seen that many hot women in one place at one time and of course I was there with two of the hottest. With everyone packed together it was almost too easy for Diana to tease me at her leisure.

While we waited for drinks at the bar she kept her hand on my cock the entire time until I just about gave it up right there. The hornier I got the less I worried about Gwen catching us and I gave as good as I got. With Diana turned away from Gwen I palmed her breast and tweaked her nipple through her shirt until it stood out like a beacon. She leaned forward and I could feel her heavy breath on my neck. I pinched her nipple harder and Diana yelped and bit my neck. That was going to leave a mark! But the highpoint of the night had to be when Gwen took Diana onto the dance floor.

It was after two in the morning and the crowd had finally thinned enough to allow some breathing room. I was leaning against a table, guarding our drinks, while the girls were just a few feet away. I’d been pacing myself with beers all night since I knew I had to drive home at some point, but the girls were totally smashed. They opened up enough space on the floor to move around and then they went to work. Now I’ve seen plenty of women do the fake lesbian thing on the dance floor because they know what it does to guys, but Gwen and Diana raised it to an art form. It started with some suggestive moans, but when the music slipped into a slow groove, the touching really started. Although I was far from the only guy watching at this point, Diana’s stolen glances told me her actions were primarily for my benefit. For Gwen’s part, I can only surmise that she really enjoyed playing the tease.

First they were just touching each other suggestively and staring lustfully into each other’s eyes, but then Diana pulled Gwen in close and they were grinding and rubbing their breasts together. As nonchalant as I could manage I reached down and adjusted the front of my pants for comfort. Both of Diana’s hands were on Gwen’s ass, pulling my sister into the thigh she’d pressed between her legs, which also hiked up Gwen’s skirt. I could see Gwen was really rubbing herself into Diana’s leg and I had to wonder how much of this performance was just acting out. My suspicions were raised further when Gwen grabbed Diana’s face and gave her a passionate kiss. That did not look like acting. I thought my head was going to explode.

The DJ switched to something more upbeat, a club mix of Christina Aguilera’s “Stronger,” and the girls came up for air. They saw just how much attention they’d drawn and exchanged a knowing smile. A couple of the bolder men were closing in and, not for the first time tonight, the girls used me as a shield against their advances. But this time they pulled me out to dance with them. All right, I can’t actually say I danced. I more stood in place while the girls sandwiched me. Diana was in front and Gwen behind and I was completely molested by them. I could feel Gwen pressing into me from behind, which was pretty weird, while Diana totally ground into my front. But then things got bizarre when Diana turned me around to face my sister. I tried to pull back, but Diana was right behind me, blocking my escape. I thought Gwen would keep her distance, but I was wrong. She moved right in and pressed against me. Gwen ground as aggressively as Diana had and I was scared that she would feel how aroused I was, but not so scared that my erection went down. I was horrified, as it grew even stronger. The way she moved there was no way Gwen didn’t feel it, but she kept her eyes closed and kept moving to the beat. Meanwhile behind me, Diana was trying to reach around and grope Gwen. If one of those girls hadn’t been my sister I would have been in heaven. As it was, I was still having a damned good time. Gwen kept grinding away like a pro and I reasoned that she was just too drunk to realize what she was doing.

I left the dance floor with a mixture of relief and disappointment and I kept my head held high as I met the jealous looks of all other guys in the club. When the girls finished their drinks I told them I was ready to go anytime they were.

An hour later we helped Gwen into the backseat of the Land Rover Diana demonstrated that she was far more sober than my sister. As Gwen proceeded to pass out Diana informed me, “She always overdoes it.”

“But you don’t?” I asked.

“I still have something to look forward to tonight. I need a clear head.” God knows that little comment had me speeding home in record time. I wanted to ask her just what she had in mind, but I never got the chance.

Diana blew me a kiss and walked Gwen down the hallway to their room, leaving me horny and confused. I went back to my room and got ready for bed, wondering if Diana expected me to come to her or meet her on the deck. Was Gwen drunk enough not to notice me fucking her best friend across the room? I was about to give up trying to figure it out and rub one out when my door silently opened and Diana slipped into the room.

The moonlight streaming in the window was bright enough to see that Diana hadn’t changed out of her outfit yet. She was in the room, but she stayed over by the door. Was she waiting for some signal? I couldn’t think of anything to say, so I asked how Gwen was.

“Don’t worry about her, she’s fine.” Diana said, slowly coming toward the bed. As she did, she began to undress. She finally took the stress off the buttons of her shirt, which looked like they could burst at any second all night, and dropped her top to the floor. Her bra was having any equally tough time containing her and Diana lost that next. Her young breasts were perfect and swayed slightly as she moved. There was the soft sound of a zipper and her skirt followed, leaving her in tiny panties and heels. By the time she reached the bed those were gone too, showing a tiny strip of dark hair at the juncture of her thighs. She looked like a vision. “Enough questions about your sister. Can I have your complete attention now?”

I threw off my sheet and my cock was already poking above the waistband of my boxers. Diana smiled seeing it and crawled onto the bed between my legs. I tossed the boxers away and she gripped my shaft, teasing me with her hungry lips and tongue. Just like the night before I felt like I was going cum in a second, so I didn’t let Diana spend much time down there. I didn’t want her thinking I was a minute man. I pulled her on top of me and we kissed and touched each other everywhere. She rubbed her whole, gloriously naked, body against mine. Turning her onto her back I worked downward with my lips until I was alternating between her stiff, pale nipples while I massaged round breasts. She squirmed underneath me, making breathy sounds and reached for my cock. Diana couldn’t be passive for long.

I purposely waited to touch her pussy. I wanted Diana to be unprepared for me down there. I don’t want to brag too much, but every girl I’ve been with has said how good I am at oral. I know of at least two girls I got into bed on the basis of that reputation alone. I lifted Diana’s legs over my shoulders and settled down to kiss the delicate flesh of her inner thighs. You can’t do the same thing with everyone and I knew that Diana wasn’t the type to go for the slow build up, so I didn’t mess around with teasing her for long before I spread her juicy lips and dipped my tongue in like a hummingbird. She cried out and pushed herself at me, but I gripped her and kept her in place, working her over with my tongue until her juices were running down my chin. She pinched and rolled her own nipples while I continued to stitch her across her clit with my tongue. I alternated between attacking her clit and fucking her with my tongue until I was sure she was cumming and then I added two fingers in her pussy to help her over the top. Damn her cries were loud in the silence of the dark house. I hoped that Mom and Gwen weren’t light sleepers. I sucked on Diana’s clit while my fingers kept busy and she was cumming again before she’d even recovered from the first time. She gripped the top of the mattress and twisted this way and that.

Pushing her legs apart, I held myself over Diana and she pulled my face down to hers with both hands. As she kissed me she also licked my face, tasting herself all over it.

“That was amazing,” she breathed in my ear. “You have to fuck me right now!” Luckily as a Marine I had no problem following orders.

Diana reached for my prick and I reached for the nightstand, where I had a strip of condoms. I started to tear one off, but Diana shook her head. “No, don’t,” she said. “I want to feel you.” The way she was holding my cock was convincing, but I still hesitated. The last thing I needed was to knock up my sister’s best friend. Diana added, “It’s okay, Tony. I’m on the Pill.” I know she was active so it made sense and I hoped she wasn’t dumb enough to lie about something like that. I left the condoms on the nightstand and shifted so Diana could line me up against her.

I started slowly, but Diana was so hot and inviting that she just sucked me right in. She wrapped her legs around my back and held me there. I thought I would melt immediately from her heat. She was massaging my cock with muscles most women can only dream about and I kissed her and let her work her magic. After a couple minutes of heaven I wanted to show her what I could do and I nearly dragged my cock completely out of her before roughly thrusting it back in. Diana gasped as I opened her up. I built my tempo from those long, slow strokes into a hard, pounding rhythm that caused the bed to squeak beneath us.

“Fuck Tony! Fuck yeah!” Diana shouted between moans. She was moaning a lot and growing louder and louder. I tried to kiss her to silence her, but Diana just twisted her head and cried out louder. She didn’t want to be silenced. She had one leg hooked behind mine and the other foot planted on the mattress so she could thrust back to meet me. Diana was one of the most fiery girls I’d been with in a long time.

Diana jerked her head to the side and turned her face into the pillow in an effort to muffle her screams as she came again, finally realizing she was being too loud. As she was in the throws of orgasm I lost it too and arched my back as I thrust down and filled her with my cum. Diana said she wanted to feel me and now she certainly had.

I was still spurting into Diana when there was a light knock on my door and me both froze, straining to be silent. The knock came again, followed by a voice.

“Tony, honey. Are you okay?” Shit! It was my mother! I heard the doorknob turning and started to panic. Smooth as a seal off a wet rock, Diana slithered out from under me and disappeared off the far side of the bed. She’d clearly done this sort of thing before. She would be invisible there on the floor if Mom didn’t come too far into the bedroom.

Mom opened the door just as I snatched the sheet up over my nakedness. Light streamed in from the hallway behind her, turning her short, cotton nightgown translucent. The outline of her thighs and curve of her breasts were as clear as if she’d been naked. Even though I’d just shot my load I felt a fresh tingling in my balls. Mom stayed framed in the doorway, oblivious to what the light did to her nightgown.

“Tony, are you alright?”

“Yeah, Mom. What’s wrong?” I said, rubbing my eyes and trying my best to feign sleepiness.

“I thought I woke up and thought I heard some noises coming from here, so I wanted to make sure nothing was wrong.”

“Everything’s fine, you must have been dreaming. Go back to bed, Mom.”

An odd look crossed her face and she said, “Must have been some dream. Well, goodnight, honey. Sweet dreams.”

“Goodnight, Mom.”

As soon as the door clicked shut Diana’s head popped up from the side of the bed. “Wow, that was close. I’m glad she didn’t notice my clothes all over your floor.”

“We’ll have to be more careful next time.”

“You’re so sure there’ll be a next time?”

I looked at her and laughed. “Yeah, I’m sure.”

“Good.” She started to crawl back into my bed, but I stopped her.

“I think you’d better go back to your room. We’ve avoided enough trouble for one night.”

Diana looked disappointed, but said, “Okay.” She gathered up her clothes and shocked me by not putting them back on before slipped out of my room. That girl was dangerous.

Truthfully I would have loved to take Diana back into my bed for another round. I was totally hard again, but I was afraid Diana might guess the reason why.

~~~~~

Over the next couple days it was hard for Diana and I to find time to be alone. Sure there was enough time for a quick grope and tease, but if we disappeared long enough for any real fun Gwen surely would have wondered what we were up to, although I wondered if Diana had kept our secret like I wanted. One afternoon the girls were laying out on the deck in their bikinis while I was in the house and I don’t think they realized that their conversation drifted up to my bedroom window. I was lost in my own thoughts so I didn’t hear the beginning of their conversation, but when I did start paying attention I had to wonder if I was their subject of discussion.

“So you really did that? You tramp!” Gwen said, clearly surprised.

“Come on, how can you really blame me. I bet you would too if you could.” Diana answered.

“I don’t think so. But I thought something might be up. So tell me about it.”

“Do you want details?” It was Diana’s turn to be surprised.

“I don’t know, I guess not. Tell me something.”

Diana giggled. “It was awesome. He’s big, but that’s not just it. He really knows what he’s doing. Mmmm. And the way he uses his tongue? Girl, I thought I was going to pass out.”

I moved close to the window and peeked out. Diana was laying on one lounge on her stomach with her top untied and Gwen was beside her, on her back in a pink bikini. My sister gazed at her friend with her mouth hanging open. I couldn’t believe they were down there talking about what I was like in bed. I was sure it had to be me they were talking about now and I have to admit I felt some pride at Diana’s comments.

“Just be careful. I hope it doesn’t come back to bite you in the ass.” Gwen said.

“Mmm, that could be fun!”

I moved away from the window and decided I was going to have to have a talk with Diana. Great, just one more thing I had on my mind. I only had about a week left before Dad would be coming down to the beach house and I knew he expected a decision when he got here. I felt closer to one, but I was still afraid of putting myself in his hands. We didn’t exactly get along and if I did decide to try going to work for him we would be side by side everyday. That prospect made me lean in the other direction, but what was the other direction. I still had no idea what I would do if I turned my father down.

At dinner Mom asked if I could go over to the event hall with her and help set things up for the charity event that weekend. She said there were plenty of tables to be set up and supplies to unpack and she could use a strong back if I had the time. The girls planned to meet up with some friends that evening anyway, so I didn’t have a better offer. Diana offered to clear the table and I volunteered to help her, hoping we’d have a chance to talk.

“Couldn’t stand to be away from me, could ya?” Diana teased as she stood beside me at the kitchen counter. I was rinsing and she was putting the dishes in the dishwasher.

“Does Gwen know we’ve been fooling around?” I asked after a look over my shoulder to make sure we’re alone.

“Why do you ask that?”

“Because I caught part of a conversation this afternoon and I thought it was about me.”

“Tsk, tsk, Tony. Eavesdropping isn’t very gentlemanly. You shouldn’t listen to other people’s conversations.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“I guess you heard about me having hot sex and you assumed it had to be about you.” Diana laughed. “Sorry to burst your bubble, stud, but you’re not the only one in my stable. Not that I couldn’t brag about you if you weren’t so worried about what your precious little sister thinks.”

“Come on, Diana. I just don’t think she needs to know about it, that’s all. I don’t want Gwen thinking her older brother is trying to hit on all her friends.”

“Everyone knows I’m not innocent. I am sure she would figure out it was the other way around. And speaking of it, when are we going to do something else to brag about?”

“Trust me, it’s been on my mind. We’ve got to find someplace we can do it. You’re not quiet enough for my room and yours is occupied.”

“You can’t blame a girl for fully enjoying herself. Maybe tonight after everyone’s in bed we can sneak off somewhere.”

“Maybe,” I told her.

Mom and I left before the girls went out and as I drove she asked how my decision process was going.

“I’m still undecided, Mom. I want to do the right thing for everybody, but I need to make sure it’s the right thing for me too. And I have to admit, I’m intimidated by Dad and I know that’s clouding my judgment.”

“I know your father can be a tough man, but trust me, he does love you. He’s just not sure how to show it. His father was hard on him and he thinks that he has to be that way with your kids if you’re going to succeed in life. I wish he wasn’t like that sometimes, but there’s no talking to him about some things.”

“I guess you see a different side to Dad.”

“Yes and no. I do see a side of your father that no one else gets to. I know the man behind the façade. But he’s also changed a lot over the years. I think he feels the weight of all his responsibility and it’s made him more rigid. The man I met was definitely focused, but he was a dreamer too. He thought that anything was possible, that he could have anything in life if he worked hard enough and he was right. You’re father is an incredible man. But I also think that now that he has everything he wanted sometimes he’s just not sure what to do with himself. Maybe that’s why he’s so focused on building you up, Tony. Just try not to be so hard on him. Even if he doesn’t go about it the right way he only wants what’s best.”

I could tell my mom still really loved that young man she’d met twenty-five years ago and I wished I could have known that man too.

She wasn’t kidding when Mom told me there was a lot to do. I worked up quite a sweat setting up dozens of tables and lugging around boxes of decorations. There were one of two husbands there, but this was obviously a wives thing and I felt lost in a sea of middle-aged women. They fussed over me and I could feel a few of them watching me when I took my shirt off. There were a couple that were pretty decent looking and one wife of an insurance exec who openly hit on me, asking me back to her place, but none of them was as sexy as my mom. She was just wearing jeans and a t-shirt with her hair pulled back, but she still looked awesome. Especially when she bent over to pick up a box.

“How are things going?” Mom asked, bringing me a bottle of water. “Sorry you agreed to help yet?”

“I’m tough. I can handle it. But I’ll tell you, Mrs. Clivedon must have been a DI in a previous life. She’s harsh.”

“The snap to, soldier and quit slacking!”

I shot to a rigid attention, with my arms at my sides and tried not to crack a smile.”

“So are you supposed to be able to hold that no matter what?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

Mom came closer and walked around behind me, but I kept my gaze straight ahead. Suddenly I felt her fingers and nails on my sides as she tried her very best to tickle me, but I bit my lip and forced myself not to react. It helped that my sides aren’t my ticklish spot, but it still took an effort to stay at attention. Mom stopped, but stayed behind me and I wondered what she was up to. I began to turn around, but she snapped and told me to hold still.

“I didn’t say at ease, soldier.” I did as I was told and kept in my stance.

The next thing I knew a bottle of cold water was being emptied over my head and I spun around, trying to grab her, but Mom sprinted away from my grasp and I took off after her. She weaved her way between tables, ignoring the way some of the more uptight matrons stared and bolted out the back doors and down the steps onto the beach. Traction on the sand was bad and I easily caught her. I grabbed Mom around the waist and pulled up to stop, but footing was a problem and we both tumbled to the sand. Mom tried to crawl out from under me, but I grabbed her legs and flipped her over, straddling her to keep her pinned. At this point we both were laughing our heads off.

“Take it easy on your poor mother. I’m not as young as I used to be when I chased you around.”

“Ha! Marines show no mercy.”

“So what are you going to do now?”

I remembered the full bottle of water she’d brought me was still in my hand, so I twisted off the top and poured it over her while Mom thrashed in the sand. The water was right out of the fridge and it was freezing. By the time I was finished Mom’s face, hair and t-shirt were soaked.

“Enough! Enough!” She cried, wiping the water out of her eyes. “You win.”

I leaned back, but still kept her on the ground. That was a mistake because I got a good look at her and saw that the water had soaked Mom’s light blue t-shirt through, making it nearly transparent. The cotton clung to her breasts and I could see the patterned lace of her dark bra and just how hard the icy water had made her thick nipples. She was still catching her breath, so her chest was heaving and I rolled off her before she could feel how hard I was.

“It’s about time you let me up. I’ve got sand in unmentionable places,” Mom laughed. “Anyway, I think Judy Mueller might be jealous. I am sure she wishes you’d chase her out here.”

“What?” I asked, dazed.

“I saw Judy hitting on you before. That woman is shameless. I know she cheats on her husband, but I’m shocked she would try to pick up my son right in front of me. You’d better what who you take your shirt off around. So are you going to help me up?”

“Yeah, right,” I said. I’d purposely not been looking at Mom because I didn’t trust myself not to check her out, but now I faced her. She was propped up on her elbows and she looked so sexy laying there that for a moment I felt very jealous of my father. She smiled and for a moment I saw Gwen in her face. It was clear where my sister got her good looks from and if she was lucky she would look so good when she got to Mom’s age. Gwen was off to a good start anyway.

I got to my feet and offered Mom a hand and pulled her up too. She put her arm around me and we walked back into the hall, laughing like teenagers. Mom still had a strong sense of mischief and I was glad. I guess that’s something else my sister’s inherited.

The long hot shower I took when I got home did a lot to relieve my tension. I was sore and tired from working so hard that night, but I was also horny as hell. I couldn’t wait for Diana to get home. There had to be somewhere we could sneak off to. Maybe we could take a blanket and go down to the beach. I laid back on my bed with just a towel wrapped around my waist and waited for the girls to come home, but after a while exhaustion got the better of me and I fell asleep.

I awoke to someone kissing my chest and a hand reaching under my towel. I’d been having a hell of a dream and I was already hard when she touched me. In my dream Mom and Gwen were competing in a beauty pageant and I was the only judge. They paraded around in front of me in swimsuits and heels and demanded I decide who was better. Before my eyes their outfits morphed into sexy, slinky evening gowns and again they insisted I tell them who was more beautiful. Finally Gwen said, “I guess we’re going to have to do something to make him decide.” Both she and Mom walked toward me, slipping off their gowns and then I heard Diana’s voice in my ear as I woke up.

“You make this almost too easy.” She was stroking my cock and kissing my neck and I reached for her. She was wearing cotton panties and a skintight camisole, which didn’t amount to much. God, I wanted to flip her onto her back and just mount her, but not right there were we could be caught.

“Come on, let’s go somewhere else.”

“But you’re ready to go now, stud.” She kissed me and she tasted strongly of vodka and cranberry juice.

“Where’s Gwen?”

“In bed, but I can go get her if that’s what you really want,” she teased.

“Not funny.”

I tightened the towel at my waist and took Diana’s hand, leading her from the room. Where could we go? I led her downstairs and looked around. There was the living room, but that wasn’t too far from where Gwen was sleeping and I knew Diana wouldn’t be quiet enough for that. On the back deck Mom could hear us if her window was open. That only left one place I could think of. I dragged Diana through the kitchen and yanked open the door to the pantry and shoved her in. When I closed the door behind me it was pitch black and I grasped at the ceiling until I found the string connected to the bare bulb in the ceiling. When the light clicked on I saw Diana already had her top off and was pushing down her panties.

“I like this take charge side of you, stud.” Diana said, relieving me of my towel. She stepped toward me, but I held her at arm’s length for a second. This was the first time I ever saw Diana completely naked in good light and I wanted to drink her in. Her ripe eighteen-year-old body looked as good as I’d imagined. Her breasts were so plump, but still firm and dangled ever-so-slightly. Her hips flared to strong legs and I felt my cock surge as I stared at her. Diana was using the time to check me out too and she let out a low whistle.

“Damn you look hot, Diana.”

“Right back at you, stud. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a guy that hard everywhere.”

“Oh, you have no idea,’ I said and grabbed her. Her softness crashed into my hardness and my tongue wrestled hers. There was hardly any room to move in the narrow pantry, but I knew we’d make do. My cock was pinned between us and I could feel Diana’s stomach pressing into it. I reached down between us and found her trigger, fingers slipping between damp lips. She jumped when I fingered her clit and moaned into my mouth. I kept her clit captive and Diana bucked into my hand. I slipped down her body, pausing to pay proper homage to her breasts, and then hooked one thigh over my shoulder as I knelt down. I spread her pink lips wide and speared her with my tongue and Diana grabbed at the shelves on either side to steady herself. Her shrieks sounded ten times louder in the confines of the pantry, but I didn’t care. I was confident no one would hear us there. Let the girl scream as loudly as she liked.

“Tooooonnnyyyyy!” Diana cried as she rode my mouth, completely out of control. Her pussy was creaming as fast as I could lap it up.

“I’m going to fuck the hell out of you,” I told Diana as I stood and kissed her. I turned her around to face the back wall and put one of her feet up on a low shelf. I had to get down low, but when I pushed her and bent her forward at the waist I was able to angle my shaft up inside her. “Uhhhnnnn, yeah,” I gasped, feeling her sweet heat embrace me. I gripped her waist and slammed forward, throwing my all into fucking the moaning girl.

“Yes yes yes yes!” Diana cried over and over. “Yesssss!” Again she was holding onto the shelves for support and boxes and canned goods tumbled to the floor around us, but neither of us slowed down. I had days of sexual tension to work out and Diana was the fortunate recipient. “Ohohohohoh!” She gasped and her pussy contracted hard around my cock. She was cumming again, but I wasn’t quite done yet, so kept slamming forward, forcing forbidden thoughts to the back of my mind. With her bent forward like that, round ass staring up at me and blonde hair flying everywhere it would be to easy to think of her as…someone else.

I growled out her name and came with such force that I swear I saw colours. I don’t think I’d ever exploded so hard in my life. I know that I kept slamming my cock into Diana even as it drained and only stopped reluctantly when I started to go soft. I pulled out of her with a plop and helped her straighten up.

“Jesus, Tony, you’re fucking incredible.” Diana gasped. “You were holding out on me the other night.” She kissed me heartily. “I can’t wait to see what you can do when we really have some time.”

“I can’t wait to show you.”

“I hope that’s a promise.”

I slept like a rock that night and thankfully no more dreams came. It was late morning by the time I stumbled out of bed and made my way downstairs. I thought I was alone until I found Mom on the deck with her nose buried in a book. She was on a lounge in her bikini, but she wasn’t directly in the sunlight. She’d never been a sun worshipper and I think hat’s one of the reasons her skin has stayed so supple. When I slid the door open Mom looked up and smiled.

“I thought you were never going to get out of bed. We must have really worked you hard last night.”

“I definitely got a workout last night,” I said, settling into a chair beside her.

“Do you have any idea what happened to the pantry? It looks like it was ransacked. Half of the stuff was on the floor when I looked in there this morning.”

Oops! I didn’t even think about cleaning up before we left. “I have no idea. Maybe we’ve got rodents.”

“Trying to get into cans? I’ll call the exterminator anyway. I wanted to take you guys shopping today. I expect all you kids to be at the event tomorrow night and I want to make sure you’ve got something appropriate to wear.”

“That’s cool. When did you want to go?”

“I was thinking after lunch, if you can drag the girls back from the beach, that is.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll bring ‘em back even if I have to through them over my shoulders.”

“I witnessed how tough you are last night, but I’m sure Gwen could give you a run for your money.” Mom said.

After grabbing a towel from inside I headed down to the beach, where I found the girls’ stuff on their blanket, but no girls. I was looking up and down the beach when Gwen came striding up from the water, glistening and wet. Her patterned little bikini clung to her like a second skin and she pulled her hair back, wringing the water out of it.

“Hey Tony. When did you get here?” Gwen asked.

“Just now. Is Diana still swimming?”

“Sort of. She’s in the water, but she’s flirting with some guys we met. They invited us to a party tonight.” I know I should have felt jealous about that, but I didn’t. I knew the score with Diana. And besides, I was a little distracted by Gwen at that moment. She bent over to get a towel to dry off, pointing her tight ass straight at me and I watched as her bikini panties climbed into her crack. When she straightened she reached back and pulled out her wedgie. Yeah, I watched. Any red blooded male would have watched, nothing wrong with that. Well, okay, maybe I was a little too aware of her ass considering she’s my sister.

“Think you guys are going to go?”

“Maybe. Depends if anything better comes up.” Gwen lowered herself to the blanket and drug around in the cooler for a diet soda. “So what’s going on with you? Still glad to be home?”

I took a spot beside her. “For the most part, sure. I’m really happy to see you again. And Mom. But I really feel pressured.”

“You need to do what I do with Dad. When he starts to go overboard just screen him out and do what you want.”

“That might work for you. You’re his little girl, even if you piss him off he’s still going to take it easy on you. But he’s got a whole different set of expectations for me and letting him down is not an option. I’ve got to do what he wants, or else.”

“Do you really think he’d banish you?”

“I’d like to say no.”

“That sucks. I won’t let him. If you have to go I’m going too. He can go fuck himself.” Seeing the feisty side of Gwen reminded me of Mom last night. I loved my sister’s independent spirit.

“Slow down, tiger. It might not come to that.”

“Just make sure you’re doing what you want and not what he wants.”

“And how about you? Is Brown in the Fall what you really want?”

“I don’t know, but I think Brown is as good a place to figure it out as any. Of course I’d prefer the University of Miami, but I don’t think Mom and Dad would have gone for that. It’s funny, but I was toying with joining the Marines too, for a little while.”

I stared at her. I just could not imagine Gwen on Parris Island. “That’s nuts. Even I would have had to stop you from doing that. I enjoyed the Marines, but I don’t think it’s the place for my little sister.”

“That’s awfully chauvinistic. I just wanted to be like my big brother. I look up to you, you know.” She leaned over and hugged me and I held her in a tight embrace. “So how did last night go? Did you have fun with the town matrons?” As she spoke Gwen reached for her suntan lotion and began reapplying it.

“Not as bad as you’d think, but Mom did work me pretty hard.” I consciously looked the other way as Gwen slathered lotion down her long legs and then over her flat belly and around her breasts. I felt a quiver in my groin and tried to think about baseball.

“I bet they there were all thrilled to have a piece of beefcake around like you.” Gwen laughed and her face lit up in the same smile I saw on Mom the night before. It’s funny, but before Gwen became a woman I never really saw how much like Mom she really was.

“Stop being silly.”

“Will you do my back?”

“What?” I saw her holding the bottle of lotion out to me and said, “Uh, sure.” I really didn’t want to be rubbing Gwen with anything at the moment, but I had no excuse to say no. I squirted into my hand and barely touched her as I started rubbing.

“Come on, Tony. I’m not made of china. If you don’t cover me well I’m going to burn.” She rolled over and laid down on her stomach so now I had her whole back and legs to get.

As I rubbed that lotion into my sister’s taut flesh somehow thinking about baseball just wasn’t doing it. The more I rubbed the lotion into her back the harder I was getting. I flashed back on seeing Gwen that night behind the house when she pulled her top off and went down on that boy. God she looked sexy as hell and now here she was all glistening and nearly naked in the sun. It was too much to handle. As I worked on her lower back she untied the strings that held her top on and I thought, Don’t do this to me. I could see the sides of her breasts as her chest pressed into the blanket.

“Mmm, that feels good. I bet you give a hell of a massage.” Gwen moaned. Damn, that wasn’t helping! I was just glad she was facing the other way because there was no hiding the tent in my trunks now.

I slathered the lotion down the backs of her legs and Gwen parted them slightly, but there was no way I was going any higher than her knees. Her ass just looked too inviting for me to get that close. I finished applying the lotion and sat back with a sigh of relief.

“Thanks, Tony.”

“I’m going to need some of that too,” Diana said and I looked up to see her standing over us. I wondered how long she’d been there. She took her time toweling off and then spread lotion on her front, just as Gwen had. I shouldn’t say just like Gwen because Diana made a show of it, giving me a performance that belonged on a strip club stage, not a public beach. Out of the corner of my eye I caught some flabby, middle aged guy sitting on a blanket beside his battle axe of a wife was enjoying Diana’s show too. She laid down beside my sister and untied her top too, although she wasn’t as careful about not exposing herself. She leaned up on her elbow when she reached for her drink, knowing damn well that I could fully see her breasts.

I grabbed the lotion and took my time rubbing Diana down. Gwen was facing the other way and chatting with Diana, oblivious to what was going on. While I rubbed Diana’s back my hands repeatedly strayed to the sides of her breasts and I even pressed my slippery fingers under her breast once to tease her nipple. When I covered her legs I didn’t worry at all about going too high between them. I brushed her pussy over and over, sending tremors through Diana’s body and I have to say she did a good job of holding it together so Gwen wouldn’t think something was up, but then I pressed my hand right into her and she couldn’t swallow her moan.

“What’s wrong?” Gwen asked as I quickly pulled my hand back.

“Nothing,” Diana answered. “Just got a chill.”

“So who’s going to take care of me?” I asked, staking out my spot on the edge of the large blanket.

To my surprise Gwen popped up before Diana could. She grabbed at her top, but when she rolled over the left side fell down, exposing her beautiful breast. “Whoops!” Gwen laughed.

“Put that thing away.” I said, trying to tear my eyes away.

“It’s not like you haven’t seen me naked before.”

“What?” Panic flooded me. She couldn’t have seen me that night, could she?

“Mom says when I was little I ran around the house naked all the time. You should be old enough to remember. She says I couldn’t keep my clothes on.”

“Oh, right.” I said, hugely relieved.

“Some things don’t change,” Diana laughed.

“Shut up, slut!”

Gwen knelt behind me and squirted lotion across my shoulders. It was cold and I jumped, but then her hands were warm. Warm and soft. She had great hands and I closed my eyes as she rubbed the lotion into my back. This wasn’t going to make the erection I’d had for the last ten minutes go down. I knew I shouldn’t be enjoying it so much, but what Gwen didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her. I just made sure to keep my t-shirt bunched up in my lap.

I felt another pair of hands on my chest and I opened my eyes to see Diana kneeling in front of me, slathering lotion on my chest. It was getting to be too much and I wondered how I could get down into the water to clean off if I blew a load in my trunks.

“I can handle that part.” I protested.

“Just shut up and enjoy it,” Diana ordered. Her hand dipped down into my lap for a second and she felt just how much I was enjoying it. I hoped she credited that reaction solely to herself.

“Yeah, it’s like your own private harem.” Gwen added. “Except for, you know, the obvious part.”

The girls took longer than they really needed to making sure I was covered in lotion. I could have walked on the sun and not burned, but who was I to complain. They returned to their spots and on the blanket and I laid down too, trying to forget my guilt for enjoying that little encounter with my sister.

The afternoon of shopping didn’t do anything to help my state of perpetual horniess. For one thing, Mom was wearing a cute, thin sundress that buttoned up the front. It was short enough to show off her fabulous legs and she left enough buttons open to reveal a bit of cleavage. There was nothing trashy about it. It was just very sexy. The girls, of course, were running around in their usual skimpy attire, both wearing “butt shorts” and tight halter-tops. Diana’s butt said “bitch” and Gwen’s had “ spoiled” printed on it. The shorts were so snug they had to be wearing thongs, which was confirmed when their shorts slipped down as they walked.

Shopping with the girls turned out to be a very long process. I’m sure they tried on every outfit in every store we stopped in and I swear each one was sexier than the last. With their bodies they could have made potato sacks look good, but the girls knew how to pick outfits that accentuated their best assets. Mom shot most of those outfits down. Finally they all agreed on a couple outfits and we got around to picking out something for me, not that I minded shopping for the girls. It was like having my own personal fashion show. I found a jacket and slacks in the first place we stopped and my clothes were bought in a half hour.

By the time returned to the beach house I desperately wanted to get Diana alone, but I had to wait until Gwen went to take her shower. Mom was somewhere upstairs so I figured I had at least a few minutes with Diana to myself. I knocked on the door to the girls’ room and Diana called out, “Come in.”

“You’re lucky it’s me,” I said, closing the door behind me. Diana was naked except for her thong.

“Gwen’s seen me naked plenty of times before and I don’t think your Mom would be too shocked by the sight of breasts. She has them too, you know. And pretty nice ones from what I’ve seen.”

“Don’t talk about my mom’s breasts.”

“Don’t want me killing the mood?” Diana sat down on her bed and leaned back on her hands, smiling invitingly.

“I don’t think that’s possible.” I walked over and knelt down in front of her. I took her breasts in my hands and her nipples sprang up. I rubbed them with my thumbs and she moaned.

“Yeah, you were pretty damned hard on the beach. I guess being rubbed down by two babes agrees with you.”

“Shut up,’ I told her, leaning in and kissing her breasts. I didn’t want her implying anything. Especially when it was true.

“Don’t be embarrassed, stud. I don’t judge.” Diana sighed. “Mmm, you are so good with that mouth.”

I stood up in front of her and slipped down my shorts, pulling up the hem of my t-shirt. My cock surged toward her. “Do I need to shut you up?” I teased.

“Your wish is my command.” Diana leaned forward and took me in her mouth. I tangled my fingers in her hair and pulled her forward. I knew she couldn’t deep throat me, but I still pushed my cock further into her mouth. Diana responded by sucking harder, while using that wonderful tongue of hers to tickle my prick in her mouth. I stared down at her and found Diana looking up while she sucked me.

“Damn it, baby. You are soooo fucking good at that,” I moaned. Her eyes lit up at the encouragement and she started massaging my balls. “Oh damn baby. Damn…” I was completely under Diana’s control and she kept me there as long as she could until she decided to let me cum, greedily slurping down my load.

“I’m glad you like,” she said, licking her lips when she was finished.

“How did you learn that?”

“Practice makes perfect, stud.”

“The shower’s all yours,” Gwen said, bursting into the room. Thank God my shorts were pulled up, but Diana was still topless. “Oh, sorry, I didn’t know you were here, Tony.”

“I…I…uh…”

“He needs to learn how to knock,” Diana said, casually reaching for the halter-top thrown on her bed and pulling it on.

“Yeah, this isn’t a peep show.” Gwen said, laughing. I was glad she wasn’t pissed. “What if I’d been the naked one in here?”

“Sorry,” I mumbled. Actually, Gwen nearly was naked. The tiny towel wrapped around her barely covered her and would have shown everything if she moved too quickly. “I, uh, guess, uh, I’ll be going.”

“You do that,” Diana said.

“As long as you got what you came for.” Gwen added. Both girls were mocking me.

When they left for the party the girls invited me, but I declined. I knew why the guys invited them and I didn’t feel like watching a bunch of guys hit on my sister and the girl I was fucking. Mom was having dinner with friends, which left me on my own. I knocked around the house for a while until boredom got the best of me and I took a nice long walk to the nearest bar. There were some very attractive young ladies in there and when a skinny redhead approached me and flirted back with her, but when she wanted to go somewhere else I turned her down. I was horny enough to go with her, and she was making it obvious what she wanted, but I was more into blondes at the moment. I was smart enough, however, to get her number before I left again. You never know when things might change.

I got home and found the house dark. Mom was already in bed and I assumed the girls weren’t back yet. I hoped they wouldn’t be home too late because I wanted to lure Diana into the pantry again if at all possible. I changed into shorts and went to bed with the TV on. Hopefully Diana would hear it and come up once Gwen was asleep. By the time Carson Daly was over I was getting impatient. What if Diana was too drunk to think of me? I thought I should leave a note in her bed. I scribbled something down and crept through the dark house.

I cracked open the door and from the nightlight in the hallway I could see Gwen’s bed was empty. Good, they weren’t home yet. I closed the door and nearly broke my neck tripping over a boot casually discarded on the floor. I cursed and stumbled forwarded, just managing not to fall into Diana’s bed. I recovered and found that her bed wasn’t unoccupied. If Diana was home, where was my sister? I knew she wasn’t home because I’d passed by the bathroom and kitchen and through the living room on my way to their room. Gwen must have met a boy and decided to hang out and maybe Diana wanted to get home to me. That would make sense because now we could be alone in their room without worrying about being discovered. It all made sense to me. I just hoped Gwen wasn’t out there getting into too much trouble.

I pulled my shorts down and sat on the edge of Diana’s bed. She was on her stomach in bra and panties, softly snoring, with her blonde hair spilled all over the place. I bet she passed out drunk when she got home. That was okay, I knew just how to wake her up.

Kissing her back, I unfastened her bra and pulled it aside. I cupped her warm breast and massaged it until her nipple burrowed into my hand. While I kissed her side I gently turned her. She rolled half on her back and side, facing me. I wanted to brush her hair out of her face and kiss her, but I could tell by her mewing sounds she was still asleep and I decided to try and work her up before she came fully awake. Her breasts were hard in my hands, their nipples thick and heavy and I sucked and nibbled each of them until her breathing turned to low moaning. Still, she barely moved and I didn’t know if she was awake yet. If she was asleep she must have been having some dream.

As I rolled her panties down I followed them with my lips and she shifted her butt so I could get them off. She must have been awake and just playing, so I decided to make it as hard as I could for her to just lay there. I brushed my lips over hers and found she’d shaved her pussy clean. It was soft as a baby’s bottom. That was a nice little surprise. I love it when a woman is shaved bare. I flicked my tongue up and down her slit and she gasped, spreading her legs open. Gradually I applied more pressure until I pushed between her lips and tasted her sweetness. I sucked on her lips while my tongue penetrated her and my fingers opened her. With her pussy bare her clit seemed to spring right out at me. I sucked on it and felt her hand on the back of my head, pushing my mouth into her. So the game was finally up.

“Ahhh,” she whimpered, her nails digging into my scalp. I had no idea how she was staying so quiet, but it made me want to try even harder. She could be loud tonight, Mom was on the other side of the house and Gwen was nowhere around. I wanted to hear her shout. I redoubled my efforts, licking her clit while I sucked her and rubbing her with my fingertips as well. She was whimpering and softly moaning now, humping her hips at me. I lightly nibbled on her clit and that did it. Her body clenched and I knew she was cumming, but still she was subdued.

“Yesssss…” She hissed, holding me in place while she rode her orgasm out. “Now fuck me, Tony,” she whispered as her body continued to writhe on the bed. A warning note sounded in the back of my mind, but I was too horny to hear it and I climbed up to mount her.

Her head was tossed to the side and her blonde hair was everywhere. She buried her face in my neck when I sheathed my cock inside her. God, she felt tight. Fucking her got better each time, I thought. I pulled my cock out and thrust it hard back into her. She threw her head back and cried out, grinding her pussy into me.

“Yessss…Tony…” Gwen cried as I thrust my cock into her.

Oh my God! What was I doing?!? That wasn’t Diana! It was my sister! What was she doing in Diana’s bed? I tried to recoil, but she grabbed me by the hips, digging her nails in and pulled me into her. She locked her ankles behind my knees and held me on top of her. While I was frozen she kept thrusting her pussy up into my rock hard shaft.

“Don’t stop, please,” she whimpered, looking me in the eye for the first time. “Please,” she begged. I stayed frozen and she kept fucking my shaft and although my mind was in turmoil my body was clear on what it was feeling. It seemed that my hips were moving of their own volition as I started to rock with Gwen, matching her movements and driving my cock deep inside her. She relaxed her hold on my hips, instead clawing at my back as she moaned in pleasure, rapidly climbing to a powerful orgasm. I was grunting and throwing my hips into her, consumed by how good her tight pussy felt wrapped around me. Gwen came first, but only by a fraction of seconds. Even as she spasmed beneath me I was shooting my own cum deep inside her. When we finished my sister pulled me into a tight embrace, holding me against her naked body. I clung to her, unsure what else to do.

My lips were beside her ear and I whispered, “I’m so sorry, Gwen. I thought you were Diana.” Not that that was much of an excuse.

“Sorry for what? Did it seem like I didn’t want it?”

“But I…”

“But nothing. Stop it!” Gwen turned and kissed me hard.

I rolled off her and she leaned over to switch on the bedside lamp. My eyes were shocked by the bright light, but not as shocked as my brain at seeing my freshly fucked sister laying naked beside me. Now that I’d seen them both naked in the light the differences between Gwen and Diana were obvious. Gwen’s breasts were slightly smaller and much firmer, with thicker nipples that slightly tilted upward. She was firmer all around than Diana, with a body that used to being active. And of course there was the shaved pussy. Her lips were red and swollen from the action they’d just seen.

“Gwen, if I’d known…”

“What? You would have stopped?” She was glowing and had a triumphant smile. She seemed completely okay with what had happened. “Are you so sure?” I followed her gaze and realized I was already getting hard again as I started at her tight body. Gwen reached over and stroked my erection, still wet and sticky from her pussy.

“You shouldn’t do that.”

“Why not, because you’re enjoying it? I probably shouldn’t do this either then because I think you’llreally enjoy it.” She scooted down the bed and licked my cock. She licked it up and down from base to head enthusiastically, like she really enjoyed tasting herself on me. She was kissing the underside of my cock and then she began to suck my balls.

“Ohhh, Gwen…” I moaned, stroking her hair. Damn it all, I just didn’t want to stop her. My sister toyed with my cock and balls until I was shivering and then she took me in her mouth, making my shaft disappear down her throat until her nose was buried in my pubic hair. Gwen’s cheeks hollowed and she sucked me hard, much more aggressively than Diana had. She looked up at me and I swear she was trying to smile at me around my cock. My sister was quite the little man eater.

She sucked me long and hard until drool ran down my shaft, but if Gwen was hoping I was going to shoot in her mouth tonight she was going to be disappointed. As good as she was at it, after having just cum I knew I’d hold out longer than she could keep going. But then she appeared to have other plans for my cock.

Pushing me flat on my back, Gwen straddled me and took a hold of my pole, sliding down on it. She was still soaked from our earlier coupling. She took it easy, slowing taking inch after inch until she was fully impaled and she moaned throatily when she ground into my pelvis. Her hands were on my stomach for balance and I thrust up at her, but Gwen raised up.

“Take it easy on me, Tony. I’m not used to something that big. Just relax for a minute.” Gwen rotated her hips, moving me around inside her and she softly whimpered. When I hit a good spot her whole body would shake and she’d gasp. Slowly, Gwen began to ride me and her whimpering became constant. Gwen seemed to be a quiet one in bed. Her eyes were closed and her face was a mask of concentration, like she didn’t want anything to distract her from what she was feeling. I moved my hands from her hips to her breasts and I cupped them while teasing her nipples with my fingers.

“Yessss…ohhhhh yesssss…” She moved faster and faster and she bit her bottom lip as a strangled cry came from her throat and she came. While Gwen came I took hold of her hips and kept her riding up and down on my cock. She held onto my forearms and it seemed like the motion kept her orgasm going and going. “Ohhh Toonnyyyy…” She moaned. I pulled her forward to lay on me, her breasts crushed against me chest and in that position I could really work my hips, driving my shaft faster. Gwen held onto me and cried out with each thrust. Her pussy gripped me so tightly, like a velvet sheath. I know Gwen came at least one more time and then I gasped out and shot a second wad into my sister’s pussy.

Gwen was kissing all over my face and struggling to breathe and gasping, “I love you, Tony. I love you.”

“I love you too, Gwen,” I said and held onto her while my softening cock still plugged her pussy.

I’m not sure how much time passed, but when the orgasmic bliss passed the guilt came right back and I had to get out of there. I didn’t know what to say to Gwen and I didn’t know how I was going to face her in the morning. She was already nodding off on top of me so I did my best to slide out from under her without waking her. She murmured and turned onto her side as I got out of bed and found my shorts. Quietly as I could I made my way back to my bedroom and crawled under the covers.Oh my God, I thought.What have I done?

~~~~~

It seemed to take forever for morning to come. I didn’t sleep a wink, although when I heard movement in the house I stayed in my room as if I were asleep. I wished I could stay in that room forever. I didn’t know what to say to Gwen and I felt like Mom would somehow know the second she looked at me. Part of me wished I were back in Iraq. At least things were much simpler there, just do the best you can and keep your head down so you don’t get it shot off. I was trying to use that same logic now, but I knew I couldn’t keep my head down forever.

When noon rolled around and I was still in my room there was finally a knock on my door. I swallowed hard and called out, ”Come in.”

“I was wondering if you’re all right.” Mom said as she came into the room. “Are you planning on getting out of bed today?”

“Yeah, I guess. I’m just not feeling too well. I ate something I shouldn’t have last night.”

Mom came over and felt my forehead in the typically motherly gesture. “You don’t feel hot or anything. You should just stay in bed for now and get some rest. I’ll bring you some tea to help settle your stomach. I need you on your feet by tonight.”

“I don’t know if I’ll be up for tonight, Mom. If I still feel like this I’m going to be pretty useless.”

“Don’t fall apart on me now, Tony. I need you to be there tonight. Your father never comes to these things and I could really use the moral support. I want to see you there unless you really are on your death bed.”

“Sure, okay, Mom.” Shit, I was really hoping to get out of the benefit. I knew Gwen and Diana would be there, so staying home would have been perfect. Now I was going to have to try and avoid my sister all night too. Great.

When I did finally venture out of the room thankfully the girls were at the beach, so I borrowed the car and told Mom I was running some errands. All I actually did was drive down to the far end of the beach and stare out into the ocean, wishing that I could somehow disappear across it. I think what was bothering me the most was how much I enjoyed screwing my sister. I’d been thinking about how sexy she was since I’d gotten back from Iraq and telling myself it was a nature reaction, but then when I was confronted by it I didn’t back off. I threw myself into what had happened wholeheartedly. Gwen may have had to do a little convincing, but not much. And I knew Gwen loved it from the start, but I kept telling myself that she was just caught up in the moment and not thinking about what she was doing. That was another reason I avoided my sister. I was afraid of what she was going to say to me.

I stayed out of the house until the sun was going down and when I returned to the house I darted straight for my room. I could hear one of the girls in the downstairs bathroom, but I didn’t stop to investigate. I only left my room to grab a shower and then remained there until Mom told me it was time to go.

“Are you ready?” Mom called out from the other side of the door.

“Yeah,” I answered and she opened the door. Distracted as I was, I didn’t fail to notice how astonishingly good Mom looked. Her honeyed locks were all swept up and her face was subtly, but immaculately painted, finished off with a slash of pale red. Her cocktail dress was a snug, pale peach number with a low cut top suspended by spaghetti straps and a skirt that showed off most of her fabulous legs. All done up Mom looked years younger and would certainly be the sexiest woman there. I wonder how many of her friend’s husbands fantasized about my mother when they were mounting their wives. She was, in a word, radiant.

“Is something wrong?” Mom asked and I realized I was staring.

“No, nothing. I was just realizing how beautiful you are, Mom.” I gave her a goofy grin, hoping it would mask what I was really thinking.

“Thank you, honey. That’s always nice to hear, even from your son.” Mom gave me a hug, but I didn’t let her hold me too tightly, lest she feel who much I really appreciated her. “We’ll be going by ourselves. The girls caught a ride with some friends.”

That lifted a load off my mind and I allowed myself to relax just a little bit. There was one hurdle cleared. Mom placed a matching wrap over her shoulders and I walked her out to the Ranger Rover, helping her in like a properly lady. When she stepped into the large vehicle she couldn’t help but flash a good bit of thigh, giving me a nice surprise before she pulled her skirt down. We chatted idly while I drove and I did my best to forget what was troubling me. I am sure if Mom noticed my tension she chalked it up to the situation with my father. Once we arrived a valet whisked the SUV away and Mom departed for her duties, leaving me on my own. She wouldn’t need me until the tail end of the party, so I tried to lose myself in the crowd.

It was almost two hours before I got my first glimpse of the girls. They were on the far side of the ballroom talking to two guys who looked uncomfortable in their suits. Each of them had a drink and it didn’t look like the guys were commanding much of their attention. Both Gwen and Diana were scanning the ballroom and I’m sure they were looking for me. Quickly I ducked out of the room and down the back hallway before they could spot me. The hallway led to storage areas and another entrance to the kitchen, as well as a service entrance for the facility. I knew if I chilled out there for a while no one would find me. At least that’s what I thought.

“You didn’t think you could hide forever, did you?” She called out. I was on my way to the kitchen door and a froze in my tracks.

“What makes you think I was hiding?” I asked, turning to see Diana strutting down the hallway, her heels clicking on the linoleum. Even in the dim light of the hallway her red sheath sparkled. The strapless dress looked like it had been applied with a paintbrush and her cleavage spilled out of the top. Although she was really barely more than a girl, everything about Diana screamed sex.

“I haven’t seen you since the other night. You’ve been a virtual hermit. What gives?”

“Nothing. You know I’ve got things other than you on my mind. I just needed some time to myself to think.” I’m not a great liar so luckily that was mostly the truth. I wondered,Gwen wouldn’t have told her what happened, would she? No, I was sure she’d keep that to herself.

“If I can make a recommendation you shouldn’t be thinking about anything except me. Thinking about depressing things is only going to depress you.” Diana reached me and pressed that luscious body against me. She put her arms around my neck, making me look into her eyes. Her red lips glistened as she said, “You just need a proper distraction.”

We kissed and I clutched Diana to me fiercely. Yeah, I know that fucking Diana to forget about fucking my sister is an odd way of dealing with things, but I swear it made sense at the time. I pinned her against the wall and found that in her heels she was the perfect height for grinding. She grabbed my butt and pulled me into her while she tried to bury her tongue in my throat. I knew this was quickly going to go beyond what we could do in the hallway, so I grabbed her and dragged her toward the nearest door, which opened on a roomy storeroom.

I flicked on a light, to make sure we didn’t break our necks, and found the room full of linens. There were stacks of bundled, clean linens and giant duffle bags full of dirty ones. Diana turned around so I could unzip her dress and then walked away from me before facing me. She dropped the dress, which left her in nothing but black thigh highs and heels.

“I wore this, or should I say, didn’t, especially for you.” Diana said with a seductive smile. She cupped her breasts in her hands and softly massaged them. “Getting it on in places like this seems to be a theme with us,” she said. Her nipples were standing out and full from her attentions and she smirked, “Are you just going to stare at me all night?”

I tore at my suit to get it off, throwing my jacket on the floor and pulling the knot out of my tie. I reached Diana and pushed her backward to a soft landing on a pile of cloth bags. She spread her legs so I could kneel between them while I unbuttoned my shirt. I leaned forward and devoured her breasts while she helped me with my pants. My cock sprang into her waiting hands and Diana squealed as I roughly sucked and bit her nipples. While I focused on her breasts and slipped a hand down and cupped her mound, pressing my palm into it. She gasped and jerked against my hand and I kept massaging down there while I sucked on one nipple and then the other.

While I was paying attention to her breasts, I felt Diana pressing down on my shoulder, guiding me to where she really wanted me. Obviously she was as impressed by my oral skills as past girls have been. I pulled her thighs over my shoulders and buried my face in her neatly trimmed pussy. For just a second I remembered how Gwen’s had been shaved smooth. Pushing that out of my mind, I peeled Diana’s slick lips apart speared her clit with my tongue. Looking up between her breasts I could see her biting her fist trying to stay quiet, but the small room was still filled by her crying and moaning. She kept a hand on the back of my head and her nails dug into my scalp painfully. I knew when she was going to cum because the closer she got the harder she held on, until I thought she was going to dig her fingers right into my brain.

“Ahhhhh…Toonnyyyy…” She cried, drenching my face in her juices, which I eagerly lapped up. It was only reluctantly that she let me come up for air.

I kept her legs over my shoulders, with her heels right next to my ears, and moved into position above her. With one hard thrust I buried myself inside her and she gasped loudly. My face was right by hers as I drilled her and I tried to kiss her, but Diana tore her mouth away from mine and instead bit into my shoulder. If I didn’t pull her back, by her hair, she would have left a nasty mark.

“Soooo deep, sooooo deep, mmmmm, Tony,” Diana purred as I drove my cock relentlessly into her.

“You’re so fucking hot, so sexy,” I grunted while I looked down into her lust-crazed face. It was hot in the little, windowless room and we were working up quite a sweat. I could feel my loose shirt sticking to my back.

“Right there…right there…riiiiiiggghhhtttt tttthheereeee…” She wailed, her pussy detonating as she came again.

I rode right through Diana’s orgasm and as I looked down at her for just a second an image of my mother flashed through my mind. I could see her face twisted in pleasure below me as I rode her. I blinked rapidly to clear the disturbing image, but then I just pictured my sister under me. That was much more vivid since I’d seen the real thing. Without realizing it I was fucking Diana even faster while all this went through my mind and then I just lost it.

“Arrrgggg…” I growled, releasing my cum inside Diana. I thought I could feel her cumming again, but I was too caught up in my own orgasm to really be sure. All I really know is that she was disappointed the ride was over when I dismounted her. I rolled onto my back on the bags beside her and waited for my heart to stop pounding.

“You never disappoint stud,” Diana chuckled, patting me on the stomach.

“So it was worth the wait?”

“Yeah, but I almost had to wait too long. I was trying to get away from Gwen all night, but she made me promise to stay by her side. I only got away when I told her I had to run to the bathroom. That was right after I saw you duck out of the room.”

The mention of my sister made my stomach knot up. “Did she see me?”

“If she had I wouldn’t have gotten away. She must think I fell in by now. I guess I really should go find her.” Diana stood up and I admired her flushed, sexy body. She picked her dress up off the floor and stepped into it.

“Diana,” I said.

She looked back and saw the serious look on my face. “Tony, before you say anything let me save you some embarrassment. I take this for what it is. I don’t think we have some wonderful future here, okay? Just fucking is perfect fine with me. In fact, it’s great. I’m going off to school in the Fall and this is not a time for me to be tied down. But a girl’s still got needs, ya know?”

I didn’t know whether to be relieved or insulted, but it honestly was better that she didn’t have some kind of schoolgirl crush because I knew it couldn’t go anywhere. While I’d been fucking her and unable to keep the other women in my life out of my head I realized that there was no way I could stay home now. No matter how hard it would be I had to go away again. Maybe I would even reenlist, anything to get away.

Diana tugged at the tight dress until it was hugging all the right places and turned around so I could pull the zipper up. “Did I have things about right?”

“Yeah, something like that.” Once Diana was dressed I pulled up my pants and buttoned my shirt.

“But don’t think you’re off the hook yet. I’ve got to go home tomorrow. My mom and dad just got my credit card bill and they’ve ordered my immediate presence, so I have to go first thing in the morning. That’s why I am counting on a big farewell from you later tonight. I’ll be waiting for you back at the house.”

Not sure what to say I mumbled a noncommittal answer. I didn’t like that she was leaving. It meant Gwen would have more time on her hands.

“Are you about ready to get out of here? If I take much longer Gwen’s definitely going to be suspicious.”

“Go ahead and I’ll catch up,” I told her.

“Sure. How do I look? Freshly fucked?”

Her lipstick needed fixture and her hair had tumbled down, but it wasn’t too obvious and I told her so.

Diana gave me an oddly chaste kiss on the check and said, “I’ll see you soon.”

I fixed myself up as best I could without a mirror and headed for the ballroom, making my way directly to the bar. I ordered a Jack on the rocks gulped half of it down. The evening was about half over and I’d made it so far. I hadn’t been entirely successful at avoiding the girls, but that didn’t turn out to be all bad. But I wasn’t going to be able to avoid Gwen forever and I had to figure out what I was going to say to her. I was just turning my mind to that when there was a tap on my shoulder.

“I knew I’d find you eventually,” Gwen said. I stayed facing the bar until she physically turned me around.

“Uh, hi Gwen.”

“That’s all you have to say to me?”

“I, uhmm, didn’t, uh…”

“Come on, Tony. You couldn’t think you could avoid me forever.” She smiled and added, “And why would you want to?”

“Gwen…”

“Tony? I think we need to talk.”

“Do you think that’s such a good idea?” I protested, but Gwen would have none of it. She took me by the arm and physically dragged me out of the ballroom. We left through the front doors and went down a hallway to the right, which led to several smaller banquet halls. She pulled me into one and then walked ahead of me, standing with her back to me. The hall was a large empty room with some tables stacked in the corner. The lights were out, but enough light came in from the large windows to cast a soft glow throughout the hall. I walked to the corner and leaned against a table with my hands in my pockets.

“Gwen, I really don’t know what to say. I’m so sorry about last night.”

“You didn’t seem sorry while it was happening. I think you actually really enjoyed it.”

“I was caught up in it. I know I should have stopped, but I couldn’t make myself.”

“Because it felt good.” Gwen was facing me now. She walked to me and stood uncomfortably close.

“Okay, it felt good. But that doesn’t make it right. Don’t worry about it, though. I’m going to go away as soon as possible.”

She grabbed me by the arms. “What makes you think I want you to go away? What makes you think I’m mad about last night at all? You need to stop beating yourself up over this. I enjoyed it just as much as you did, but I don’t have any of your guilt.”

“Gwen, what do you mean?”

“Would you be shocked to learn that last night wasn’t the accident you thought it was? I wanted last night to happen, Tony.”

“What?”

“I made sure that room was darker than usual and I made sure that Diana wouldn’t be there and then I got into her bed. I hoped you wouldn’t be able to tell us apart in the dark. Everyone says we’re like twins.” I stared at her, incredulous, and she kept going. “I wanted you, Tony, and I didn’t care that you’re my brother. I’ve had a crush on you since I was a little girl. I’ve always thought that my big brother was the perfect guy. And then Diana told me all about what you were like in bed and I decided I had to have you for myself.”

I didn’t know whether to be flattered or horrified, but then I was the last person who should be throwing stones. “But Gwen, we’re brother and sister. It’s just wrong.”

“Really? Don’t think I haven’t noticed the way you’ve looked at me ever since you came home. It made me feel so good to know that you wanted me like I wanted you.”

“I…I…I… Alright, I may have been looking, but I wouldn’t have done anything.”

“I know you like to look. I knew you were out there watching that night behind the house.”

“You did?”

“I’m not blind, Tony. And I am sure you ran right upstairs and rubbed one out.” She took my silence as an affirmative. “We both want each other and we both enjoyed it, so where’s the harm?”

“Does Diana know?”

“No. We do share just about everything, but I wouldn’t tell her this, even though I think she suspects I have more than sisterly feelings for you.” She looked up at me with those beautiful green eyes and kissed me like a lover.

“But what if someone finds out?”

“No one will find out. I love you, Tony. I want you.” Gwen pressed against me and I know she felt me rising. “And I know you want me too.”

“I love you too, Gwen, but…”

“But nothing. We love each other and we want each other. I know I would rather be with you than some jerky guy who’s going to hurt me.” She reached between us and stroked my erection through my pants. “Now stop being an idiot and make love to me, Tony.”

This time I kissed Gwen while I pulled her close. What can I say? She was very persuasive. If I threw logic to the wind everything my sister said made sense. Maybe we should just think about what we wanted and not worry about the rest of the world. Did anyone have a right to judge us? I didn’t ponder any of those questions because there were much more pressing thoughts on my mind. Gwen worked my pants open and slipped out of my arms and down to her knees. Once my pants and boxer briefs were around my ankles, she grabbed my cock and started kissing it all over like it was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. She was just as aggressive as Diana, but in a different way. I know it sounds weird, but there was a tenderness in the way she was kissing my cock. Her kisses were juicy and soon my shaft was wet enough for her to easily slide her hand up and down it. It occurred to me that she might be able to taste Diana on me, but there was no sign she could detect I’d just fucked her friend.

While Gwen jerked my shaft she sucked my balls, sending shivers up my spine. God, she was really good at this. I could hear her slurping away down there and I opened my eyes to see her staring up at me. She looked so incredibly sexy at that moment. Gwen brought her mouth over my head and sucked until her cheeks hollowed and descended. After a couple passes she was able to deep throat my whole eight inches. She pumped me into her mouth for a while and then just held the head between her lips while she slathered it with her tongue. I got weak in the knees and leaned against the table behind me to keep from falling over. Gwen was relentless with my cock and I got the feeling she could go on all night, but after having just fucked Diana I didn’t think my sister was going to be able to make me cum this way. But then, cumming in her mouth wasn’t what Gwen wanted.

Gwen got back on her feet and in her heels she was nearly as tall as I am. She licked her lips and kissed me hard. “How was that for a start?” She asked. I answered her by returning that kiss and tugging at the zipper on the side of her black and silver dress. Once I looped the straps in my fingers and pulled them from her shoulders the dress dropped to the floor. Gwen was wearing a black lace strapless bra that provided dramatic cleavage and a snatch of see-thru lace that passed for a thong. I turned us around so Gwen was leaning against the table and I kicked out of my pants before I tripped and broke my neck. While I kissed my way from her neck down her chest, Gwen reached back and unclasped her bra, dropping it on the floor with her dress. That gave me access to her firm, creamy breasts and I made the most of it, licking and sucking every inch of those orbs until I found her nipples with my lips, which really set her off. Gwen’s nipples were at full attention and I found when I lightly nibbled on them she would go wild. She hung her head forward and made soft mewling noises while pushing my face into her breasts. While I worked her up with my mouth I used my fingers too, easily pushing her skimpy thong out of the way and massaging her juicy pussy. Her clit protruded from her smooth lips and when I touched it she jumped and yelped.

“Ohhhh Tony,” my sister moaned in my ear. I was lightly pulling her nipple with my teeth while I slipped a couple fingers inside her. My thumb kept her clit pinned and after just a couple minutes she was digging her fingers into my scalp as she shuttered and came. It was funny how much quieter Gwen was then Diana. How could I ever have confused the two?

Holding my face in both hands Gwen kissed me and said, “Fuck me now Tony, please.”

I grabbed my cock and rubbed it over her lips while Gwen leaned back on her hands and scooted her ass forward so it was right on the edge of the table. Her lips felt like velvet when I slipped between them and then I thrust forward, feeling her damp heat envelop my whole shaft. She wrapped her legs around my waist and I held her by the hips as I slowly moved my cock in and out of her. Gwen closed her eyes and hung her head back. Her lips were parted and soft noises escaped them every time I pushed inside her. I could feel her tightening around me, pulling me in and I started pounding faster and faster. I loved the way her breasts jiggled when I slammed into her. Gwen dug her ankles into my back and pushed herself back against my thrusts and soon we were going at it so hard I thought the table was going to collapse beneath us.

“So…beautiful…Gwen…” I grunted out between thrusts and she opened her eyes. There was nothing but love in those green beauties. My hands were under her ass now and I lifted her off the table, so she was just resting back on her hands. As I squeezed her hard little ass I really started putting it to my sister, slamming my cock home with every thrust. My balls slapped her ass cheeks and I could feel them tightening as my cum churned, ready to fire out. I wanted to put her back down and pull out, because I did not want to cum inside her.

“I’m going to cum,” I gasped and Gwen’s legs just wrapped around me more tightly.

“Just a little longer. Oh,don’t stop!” Gwen breathed. The contractions in her pussy were getting faster and faster and I knew she had to be close to cumming. In fact in less than a minute she threw her head back and gasped, her whole body going rigid and I knew she’d gone over the top. She fell onto her back on the table and I only had to drill her a couple more times before I was there too.

“Let me pull out,” I warned.

“No!” Gwen ordered, keeping me in place with her legs and before anything else could be done I was shooting my load deep inside her. Wasn’t she worried about the consequences? She kept me locked into her until her pussy had milked every last drop from my deflating cock and then she let me pull out. Gwen just laid there, chest heaving and staring at the ceiling while I leaned onto the edge of the table and caught my breath. She reached over and put her hand over mine. Her eyes were sparkling and her skin was flushed and I don’t think she’d ever looked more beautiful.

“I love you,” I told her.

“I love you, too.” Gwen broke into a smile and added, “Don’t look so serious, silly.”

“If we’re going to do this we need to be careful.”

“I understand, but if you’re worried about cumming in me, don’t. I’ve been on The Pill since I was fifteen. I’ve always thought it’s better to be safe than sorry.” The shock on my face must have been plain. “I wasn’t sleeping with anyone then,” she reassured me. “But I had a boyfriend and if things did get that serious I didn’t want to be caught unprepared.”

I grabbed Gwen when she sat up and hugged her like I was never going to let her go. After a while we dressed and returned to the party. When Diana found us we both managed to act like nothing had happened. Since I had to help pack things up afterward the girls departed before I did, but they both promised to see me later and I wondered how I was going to manage that. I guess a guy could have worse problems.

I was exhausted by the time everything was loaded up and Mom and I were ready to leave. The girls had really worn me out. Mom was tipsy and I had to hold her while we walked to the car. Holding her so close after having fucked my sister really made me notice the similarities between them even more and I wondered if any part of my desire for Gwen was based on the lust I’d always had for my mother. Mom was softer and curvier, but I knew from old pictures that she’d been every bit as lean as her daughter in her youth.

“So have you come to any decisions yet?” Mom asked as we rode through the darkness. “You’ve been acting strange the last couple days.”

I had come to a decision, but it wasn’t the one I started the night with. Talking with Gwen earlier had changed everything for me. “Yeah, Mom, I think I have. I think it might be time to let go of my pride and at least give things here a shot. I don’t want to leave you and Gwen again.”

“I’m very happy to hear that.” Mom leaned over and kissed my cheek, crushing her breasts against my arm. Jeez, I was just making everyone happy tonight.

I walked Mom to her room and then closed the door after helping her unzip her dress, feeling a tingle at seeing her bare back dissected by the black strap of her bra. I returned to my room and found a note on my pillow, ordering me to the back deck. I wasn’t sure who’s writing it was, but I shed my coat and tie and went out to see who was waiting for me.

The moon was more than bright enough to know it was Gwen waiting in the bubbling water of the hot tub. Her blonde hair was still pulled up and when she saw me she raised up enough so I could see she was at least topless. I unbuttoned my shirt as I walked toward her.

“I thought you could use a soak after being a big, strong man for Mom.”

“Where’s Diana?”

“I’m almost positive she’s asleep. It seemed like the guys at the party were bringing her one drink after another.”

“Almost?”

“Stop worrying about everything and get in here. I’ll give you a massage if you’re good.”

“I think I was very good tonight.”

“Then get in here and claim your reward.”

I settled into the water, grabbed Gwen and kissed her, finding out she was naked on the bottom too in the process. Her slippery, bare skin was exciting me all over again.

“Turn around and I’ll give you that massage.” She said and I complied. I sat between her spread legs and could feel the tips of her breasts brushing my back. Gwen had surprisingly strong hands and she was actually giving me a great rubdown. Of course it got much better when I felt her lips on the back of my neck. She found my sweet spot and I shivered as she kissed my neck.

“Mmm, I think you really like that.”

“You have no idea,” I moaned.

“I’m hurt you guys didn’t invite me.” Diana said from the deck and I froze. God, no, this could not be happening.

Somehow Gwen didn’t seem as shocked as I was. “I didn’t want to wake you up.”

“You know me, I’d always rather be having fun than sleeping.”

“This isn’t what it looks like,” I said, panicked.

“You naked in the hot tub with your sister hanging all over you isn’t what it looks like?” Diana wasn’t waiting for that invitation. She shed her camisole and panties and joined us in the hot tub, moving in front of me. “That’s good. Because it looks like something pretty naughty.”

“Diana…” I sputtered.

“Don’t worry about it, stud. I knew as soon as I saw you two together that Gwen got what she wanted. And I knew you wanted it too, though I knew you’d never admit it. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out why Gwen wanted me out of our room the other night.”

“You knew?” I said.

“Shhh, it’s okay, Tony.” Gwen said, kissing my neck again. “She’s my best friend, I told her years ago about my little crush. You’re not mad, are you Diana?”

“As long as you’re willing to share I don’t mind.” Diana leaned in and kissed me while Gwen kept kissing my neck. Here I was having every guy’s fantasy, but once again my mind reared up telling me it was all wrong. I’d just gotten my head wrapped around sleeping with my sister, Gwen and her best friend sharing me might be too much too soon. But none of those doubts kept me from kissing Diana back, or reaching to run my hands through Gwen’s hair.

Diana came up for air and said, “Besides, you don’t think it’s the first time we’ve done something, so you?” With that, Diana pulled Gwen forward and kissed her full on. Now that got my attention. While the girls kissed, Diana pushed forward, mashing her breasts against me and I was able to capture one in my mouth, flicking at her nipple. The girls were really going at it and I could hear Diana moan into my sister’s mouth as I worked on her breast. But before long they turned their attention back to me and the three of us were involved.

Gwen stayed behind me at first, still kissing my neck and rubbing my shoulders while Diana worked her way down my front, lightly flicking my nipples with her tongue while reaching below the surface of the bubbling water to caress my shaft. Both girls knew exactly what they were doing and they had my blood boiling with very little effort. Gwen slipped out from behind me and then both girls were kneeling in the water in front of me. They took turns kissing me and then took a turn kissing each other and caressing each other’s breasts, which might be about the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I got in on the action, touching both girls while they touched each other, just to make sure they didn’t forget that I was there. They came back to kissing me and I felt them both reaching for my cock. I’d never had a threesome before and wondered just what the logistics would be.

At the girls’ urging I sat up on the edge of the hot tub and they came forward between my spread legs. Now I was in for a real treat. They knelt down and took turns kissing and sucking my cock. Diana sucked down as much as she could and Gwen played with my balls, but then my sister took over, deep throating my shaft and Diana got down right below her and sucked on my balls. I stared down at the girls in disbelief, stars in my eyes, while they worked their magic. I’ve got to be the luckiest guy in the world. They were both licking the sides of my cock and even kissed each other over the head. It didn’t take much of that at all before I was shooting my load. The first couple blasts went arcing through the air and then Diana caught me in her mouth and sucked out the rest of my cum, which she thoughtfully shared with Gwen in a passionate kiss. Once my cock was deflated the girls suggested we move things into their room.

Diana and Gwen went down on the bed tangled up in each other. It was going to take me a few minutes before I would be of any use to them again, but they weren’t about to waste that time. Diana rolled Gwen onto her back and hovered over her, kissing and touching. Their breasts mashed together and I could see them grinding pelvises. Diana feasted on my sister’s smaller breasts while Gwen massaged hers. At first I just sat on the side of the bed watching, but I had to get in on the action.

I joined them on the bed, moving in on the other side of Gwen and taking her breast in my mouth. Gwen gasped, enjoying having both her breasts sucked at once. Diana and I touched her pussy in unison and my sister twisted all over the bed, clutching both of us to her. While Diana continued to pleasure her chest, I moved down below and buried my face between Gwen’s legs. She was so juicy and I snaked my tongue inside her with stabbing thrusts before turning my full attention to her clit. Gwen’s whimpering turned into one constant moan and soon Diana and I had her cumming like gangbusters. I think she might have flipped off the bed if we hadn’t been holding her down.

“Now it’s my turn,” declared Diana, nudging Gwen over so she had room to lay down beside her. Happily I moved between Diana’s legs and started teasing her pussy with my tongue and fingertips. When I rapidly flicked her clit with my tongue she shook violently and cried out, making Gwen kiss her to shut her up. Our mother may have been on the other side of the house, but she wasn’t deaf. Gwen massaged her breasts and rolled her nipples roughly and I sucked on her pussy until she was shaking and cumming, her nails threatening to rip my scalp apart.

Gwen said she wanted me first and got up in all fours while Diana took my in her mouth and got my cock nice and wet. She even thoughtfully fitted my cock to my sister so I could fill her with one thrust. Gwen pushed back into me and hung her head down. Diana knelt beside us, touching Gwen and whispering encouragement. I thought that girl could definitely have a big future in porn.

“Fuck her, Tony. Fuck Gwen hard. I know you want to fuck the hell out of her.” Diana hissed while my cock wetly slammed into my sister. Her words were having the desired effect. I was definitely fucking Gwen harder than before and she just kept moaning, “Yes,” over and over. “Grab her hair, pull it back,” Diana ordered, so I caught Gwen’s flowing blonde locks and pulled on it, jerking her head back, but not too roughly. She cried out and arched her back and I think she came, but I didn’t slow down fucking her to figure it out. In fact as her pussy tightened around me I just fucked her harder. Diana reached below us and started rubbing Gwen’s clit and then gave her ass a stinging slap.

“Ohhhh Gooodddd…I can’t take it!” Gwen cried. “Ahhh…” Diana kept smacking her ass and this time there was no doubt that was sister was cumming as her body went rigid and collapsed to the bed. I held her hips and kept her ass in the air so I could keep fucking her. Her pussy felt so good I wanted to stay inside her all night.

“You’d better save some for me, stud,” Diana laughed. She kissed me while my cock was still inside Gwen and I felt her reach down and grab me, slowing me down. She eased me out of Gwen and dropped down to suck me, cleaning Gwen’s juices off my shaft hungrily. Without breaking contact, she managed to turn me around and push me onto my back beside Gwen, who was still face down and gasping. Diana climbed right on top of me and stuffed my prick inside her. I held her by the hips, but Diana did all the work bouncing up and down on my cock like a dervish. “Fuck…fuck…fuuuck!” She exclaimed. I swear the girl was trying to fuck the life out of me. I couldn’t believe how lucky I was with two hot blondes in bed at the same time.

Gwen rolled onto her side and watched us with a big smile. She rubbed my chest and Diana’s leg and then moved closer and kissed me. While she made out with me she massaged my balls and feeling that while my cock was sheathed in Diana was just incredible. Diana was grabbing her own breasts and pulling on her nipples. She announced that she was close to cumming and with Gwen working her magic I was going to be right behind her. I started lifting my hips off the bed and Diana and I were slamming together so hard it was almost painful. She screamed and Gwen had the presence of mind to clap her hand over her mouth. My cock was locked in a velvet vice and I grunted through gritted teeth while I shot my load inside her. I was tingling from my head to my toes and felt an intense rush of pleasure. The girls combined had just giving me the best orgasm of my life.

By the time we were finished for the night I fucked my sister and her friend once more each, but only came once myself. The room stank of sweat and sex and I told the girls they should open a window to get some air in there. It was tempting to stay down there with them, but I was so worn out I knew I would never get up and go back to my own room. I put both girls in their beds and gave them each a long kiss before I left.

“That was so cool. Diana and I have talked about doing something like that for the longest time. I’m glad you were the lucky guy.” Gwen said, giving me a hug.

I collected my clothes and I think I passed out within seconds of hitting the pillow. I didn’t emerge from my room until well into the afternoon the next day and by that time Diana was already gone, picked up by a car her parents had sent. I regretted that I didn’t get to tell her goodbye and hoped I’d see her again before she left for school in the Fall.

~~~~~

After Diana left Gwen and I had a lot of time to ourselves and we made the most of it. For the next week I snuck down to her room every night and we made love in every way imaginable. Although we were brother and sister we were like any other new lovers and couldn’t get enough of each other. We even made love out in the water in the middle of a crowded day.

Luckily Mom was bust with her own stuff and kept out of our hair for the most part. I told her what I planned to do about Dad’s offer and it made her incredibly happy. She wanted me to call and give him the news right away, but I didn’t want to ruin the moment, so I made her promise to keep quiet until he came down to the beach house at the end of the week and I could tell him in person. The last night before he was due Mom took Gwen and I to a nice restaurant and then the three of us sat in the hot tub drinking wine.

Being in the hot tub with two such gorgeous women in bikinis had my hormones in overdrive. Side by side my mother and sister almost looked like sisters themselves and I thought Gwen would do well to stay as sexy as Mom had as she aged. Gwen reached for my cock under the bubbling water and I couldn’t believe how naughty she was being with Mom sitting right there. Of course she thought the hard on she found was for her alone, and not also for my hot mom. When Mom said she was ready to turn in it wasn’t a moment too soon because I was about ready to throw Gwen down and take her right there. In fact I didn’t even bother to take my sister to her bedroom. As soon as I was sure that Mom wasn’t going to be coming back I was all over Gwen.

By tugging on two strings I had Gwen topless and I was teased her nipples with my tongue until she was moaning out of control. She’d already ripped my trunks off and was gripping my cock hard. Knots held her bottoms together too and soon that was floating on the surface of the water. I pushed a finger inside her while I grazed her clit with the knuckle on my thumb.

“Tony, you’re making me crazy,” Gwen moaned, nibbling on my ear.

“That’s what you get for teasing me. I can’t believe you did that in front of Mom.”

“It was fun watching you try to control yourself. I thought you were going to bust a nut right in front of her,” she giggled. She had no idea how close I had been. I grazed her nipple with my teeth and she jumped.

“Maybe I’m going to have to see how long I can keep you on the edge.”

“That’s just mean. You wouldn’t do that to your sweet little sister, would you?”

“Maybe,” I said, moving my fingers into her faster. She was humping back at my hand.

“I’ll just go inside and take care of myself in that case. Mmmm…”

“All you have to do is ask nicely.”

“Will you please fuck me, Tony?” Gwen gasped.

“I thought you’d never ask,” I joked.

Gwen turned around, with her elbows on the side of the hot tub and wiggled her ass at me. I pulled back on her wet hair and sank my cock inside her. She bucked back against me, screwing my cock as deeply into her pussy as she could get it. I tugged on her hair and she looked back over her shoulder at me, lust smoldering in her eyes. I was glad that Diana tipped me off that my sister liked it a little bit rough.

“Sssspankkk mmmmeeee,” Gwen moaned and I obliged her, my open palm swatting her hard ass. “Ohhhhh…” She cried.

“Dammnnnn Gwennnn,” I groaned. “You feel so fucking good. Fuuuucckkk…”

“Mmmm, Tonyyyy…”

“Gwennnn…”

“What the fuck is going on out here?!?” Dad’s voice boomed from behind us. At almost that exact moment Gwen cried out and came like crazy. I was so stunned I pulled out of her, but I was cumming too and my jizz jetted onto her back. We both spun around to see our father standing in the patio doorway.

“Daddy!” Gwen cried, trying to cover her nakedness.

“You two… You can’t be… Jesus Christ…” Dad murmured, trying to comprehend what was taking place. How long had he been standing there? How much had he seen? His eyes focused on me and he took a step forward. “You sick fuck!” He bellowed.

Gwen splashed forward in the hot tub, putting herself between Dad and me, her hands over her breasts. “No, Daddy. It was me, not him!”

“No! No fucking way! I…don’t bel…” Dad started to stutter and he took one more haunting step. Even in the weak outdoor lighting I could see how pale he’d become.

“Dad, what’s wrong?” I asked, ignoring my own nudity and jumping out of the hot tub.

Dad barely had the strength to push me away and gasped one last, “No,” before he collapsed to the deck.

“Daddy!” Gwen sobbed.

I knelt down beside Dad feeling for a pulse, but couldn’t find one. I turned around and shouted to Gwen, “Get your bikini on,” and started chest compressions. Jesus, what had we done?

to be continued…

"I don't think you're hearing me," I said angrily to the twelve men sitting around the table in front of me. "You've got to improve all your time tables by three weeks and I don't want to hear a word about overruns." I'd officially been running things for over six months now, but I knew the project managers running each of our sites didn't respect me. They saw me as some punk twenty-four-year-old kid who was only running things because his father's name was on the company. That was hard to argue, since they were essentially correct. Before he was forced to throw himself headfirst into the business, Tony knew virtually nothing about construction, but with his father's stroke Tony had little choice but to learn quickly.

"We're hearing you," one of the men, who like most of them, was around his father's age and had worked his way up the ladder the hard way. "But we're just trying to say it might not get done. You don't understand some of the problems we can encounter. Like if the spring continues to be so wet it's going to push everything back."

"I do understand, but I also understand that if interest rates nose up again it could change the whole dynamic of the marketplace and we want to have deals in place before that happens. George tells me even a quarter percent could have huge consequences." George was George Markarian, CFO of Di Angelo Construction. "Come on, guys, work with me here. I know you're all professionals and I trust your advice, but I need you to trust me a little too. We need to keep this all running until my father can come back and take control again." Yeah, I know bringing my father up was cheap, but it always got them to fall into line.

It's not like bringing my father up was easy for me. The truth was that baring a miracle, Paul DiAngelo would never be running his company or anything else again. Eight months ago he'd suffered a massive stroke at our beach house and was now in a coma in a rehab center. His brain activity was nil and doctors told us there was just no coming back from what he'd suffered. Still, I knew my mom had hope and I did too, if for no other reason than just to assuage my guilt.

Only two people know the details surrounding my father's stroke and my sister Gwen and I are the only two that will ever know the truth. Of course he was stressed, running a multi-million dollar company, but what could fell a strong, healthy fifty-one-year-old man like that? It could have been the shock of seeing his son, who he'd been at odds with for years, fucking his little princess in the hot tub. Not one of my prouder moments, but honestly we weren't hurting anyone. We loved each other and we were taking proper precautions against pregnancy. If our affair stayed secret it wouldn't have hurt anyone. But our father caught us and keeled over and had been in that hospital bed ever since. The irony is that because of that very turn of events my father got what he'd always wanted, his son running his business.

After the meeting, I went over the mounds of paperwork and contracts on my desk until well past sunset; before finally turning out the light and heading home. I worked so many late nights that the cleaning woman and I were on a first name basis. I knew Mom would be at home alone and I felt bad that I couldn't be there for her more, but the only way I could learn the business was to put in the time.

Katherine DiAngelo was a strong woman and I knew she was coping as best as she could. My father wasn't dead, but even so my mother was alone for the first time in her adult life. After months of friends' urging she was getting back to her old routine, but she still relied heavily on me to be the man in her life. Of course I didn't mind; I loved my mother deeply and would have done anything she asked, even take my father's place at his company, but the guilt motivated me too.

When I parked the Range Rover on the circular driveway in front of the house I could see the light on in the foyer, but the rest of the house was dark. The maid would have gone home for the night and Mom was alone in the house. I called out her name as I walked in, but received no response and figured she must have been upstairs in her room. Our house is very large, one of those mansions the nouveau riche build, so it's easy to imagine she couldn't hear me. I dropped my bag at the bottom of the steps and headed into the kitchen to crack a beer. I was halfway through it when Mom appeared.

"Mind if I join you?" She asked.

"Of course not. Let me open one for you." I fetched a second beer from the fridge and poured it into a frosty mug from the fridge. For myself, drinking from the bottle was just fine.

"Tough day?"

"Is it that obvious?"

"I just recognize the look. Your father had the same expression when he came home from work late, which was almost every night. It's amazing how much you look like him, but yet you couldn't be more different."

I felt like saying thank you, but I didn't want to upset her. The fact that I wasn't more like the old man had been the main source of friction between us. "I'm sorry I don't get out of the office earlier."

"Tony, you don't owe me an apology. I am a grown woman and I can look after myself. Besides, like I said, your father was usually home later than this anyway."

Yes, Mom was a grown woman, although it was uncomfortable to think of her that way. Unfortunately, sometimes I thought of her more as a woman than as my mother, which was not a good thing. Although she was approaching fifty, she looked a good ten years younger and there was no mistaking that she'd been a beauty queen in her youth. With a little salon help, Mom's hair was the same soft honey blonde it had always been; and even with the stress of the last months her beautiful face was still unlined, except for some laugh lines that only made her more comely. She's an active woman, so her body is still curvy in all the right places. If anything, having two children only served to make her more womanly. I know it's odd to think of your mother in these terms, but ever since I'd heard some friends commenting on how hot she was when I was a teen I hadn't been able to ignore it. I'll never forget them commenting on her breasts, which are admittedly beautiful, and her round ass. But just because I noticed didn't mean it ever went beyond that. I'm ashamed of the times I masturbated and images of her would pop into my head.

"I know you're a grown woman, Mom, but you can't blame me for wanting to look after you. I feel like it's my place now."

"It's very sweet that you want to take care of me," Mom said, setting her mug down and pulling me into a tight hug. God, could she hug. Mom was in her bedclothes, which on a warm spring night meant a silk pajama shirt and little matching shorts. Of course I'd noticed the way her breasts swayed under the top and the thin silk did nothing to hide her thick nipples; and now all that was pressed right against me. I made sure to turn so she wouldn't feel anything if my little friend decided not to cooperate. Still, it felt good to hug Mom back.

"I'm starving. Is there anything good?" I asked.

"I kept a plate for you from dinner. I want you to sit down while I heat it up for you."

Sitting at the table while Mom heated dinner up for me felt nice and it made me think about how nice it would be to have a wife of my own someday. I know it's a cliché, but a woman just like Mom would be great. While she went about pulling my dinner together I asked Mom how her day went.

"I went to the club and worked on my tennis game, but I've become quite dreadful, I'm afraid. I'm not good enough to take months off from the game and just pick it up again. I'm thinking of taking some time with the pro to get back up to snuff. There's a doubles tournament coming up in a few weeks and I don't want to let Missy Carrington down if we play together."

"That's a great idea." I always found it funny that these grown women went by names like Missy and Muffy and Buffy. Even my mother was known as Kitty among her friends.

"Do you think your sister will come home for spring break?" Mom asked sadly.

"I don't know. I wouldn't be surprised if she was headed somewhere tropic."

"I would love to see her again."

"I'll try to call her again, but I can't promise anything." Gwen hadn't been home since she'd left for college weeks after our father's stroke. I know guilt is what kept her away. She couldn't stand seeing Dad in that bed feeling partially responsible for putting him there. I told her she couldn't blame herself, but she just wouldn't listen. I also know that she can't face me. She didn't return my emails and was always conveniently out when I called. I desperately wanted to talk to her about what happened, but if she wasn't ready to deal with it yet I had to respect that.

Mom set a plate down in front of me and brought a fresh beer. There was her delicious homemade meatloaf and a giant mound of mashed potatoes and I attacked that plate like I hadn't eaten for a week. Mom was smiling and I knew she liked that I was home again where she could take care of me. Before I returned last summer, I'd been gone for five years, serving my country in the Marine Corps. Most recently I'd been in Iraq, trying to bring peace and democracy to the Middle East. I saw a lot of things over there that made me doubt our mission, but I'd never had a reason to doubt the bravery and dedication of the people I served with over there. Being in Iraq was one of the worst times in my life, but knowing those men and women was one of the best. My father's disapproval had been the thing that kept me away for so long. It's funny how someone who was so strong and independent didn't want me to be my own man.

"Tony, you're so tense. You feel like steel," Mom said, placing her hands on my broad shoulders. "You really should take a massage at the club, or at least soak in the hot tub for a while." As I finished up eating, Mom began to rub my shoulders, digging into the muscles with surprising strength. I closed my eyes and rested my head back against her chest as she rubbed me. I took a deep breath and let it out and Mom told me, "That's it sweetie, just let it all go. You can't carry that kind of tension around, it's not healthy." She was doing an excellent job of relieving that tension. As a relaxed I settled down, pressed my head harder against her chest and I could feel Mom breathing. In the back of my neck I felt one of her puffy nipples, very hard, poking in the back of my neck. Oh boy, that was the last thing I needed. For just a second I almost forgot she was my mother and I knew I should make her stop, but I wasn't about to try and stand up. Instead I just sat there and thought about baseball and the Pledge of Allegiance.

The massage was great, but by the time Mom was done I think I was tenser than I'd been before. She told me she was going up to bed and I told her I would straighten up the kitchen. After putting the dishes in the dishwasher I grabbed another beer and took it up to my room.

It was weird, being back in my old bedroom after being out on my own for so long. My mother hadn't touched it in all those years and the room still looked like how I'd left it; down to the sports trophies on the shelves and the poster of Pam Anderson on the wall. Actually, I'd been meaning to take the poster down. I felt a little grown up for that sort of thing. I stripped off my clothes and instead of taking the cold shower I needed I laid on the bed stroking myself. I hadn't been with a woman since that night with my sister and I was hornier than hell. I'm not a guy who does well with long stretches of no sex. Sometimes Mom wore a particular outfit or I would see her a certain way, but mostly over the past few months I hadn't reacted to Mom the way I had tonight. I'd actually believed I'd finally worked that crush out of my system. But doesn't every boy have a crush on his mother? As I lay there touching myself I did not think of my mother, though. I would not do that again. I wasn't some horny teenager with no self-control. I did, however think of my sister, Gwen. Is it sick that I think that is better?

~~~

Over the next couple weeks I left a dozen messages for Gwen at school, but she never returned any of them. Even if she didn't want to see me, she should have at least come home for a few days for Mom. I was tempted to drive up to New England and drag her back here, but I knew that wouldn't be good for anyone. In the meantime I had more than enough work to keep me busy. It seemed like a new problem would crop up daily at some site or another and although the project managers were in charge there were some decisions only I could make. Dad had kept a tight rein on things and his managers weren't used to having to make some decisions for themselves. Some days I wished I hadn't let Mom convince me to step in.

I was totally preoccupied when I stopped for a cup of coffee. I'd just come from Braddock Wire Works, which was one of the most ambitious projects the company had ever attempted and things weren't going great. George told me that we were ten percent over budget and I had to find out what was going on, but the project was so huge that it was hard for me to keep anything straight. Braddock Corners was an old industrial space we were converting to high tech office space and if everything went well it was going to catapult DiAngelo Construction to a whole new level. But right then that was feeling like a very big "if."

"Hey, soldier boy," I heard from behind as I ordered. I turned around and there was Diana Lansdale. She looked sexy as ever, peering out at me from behind the latest shades. "I thought I saw you come in here."

"Diana, it's great to see you," I said as she literally jumped into my arms and gave me a kiss. "What are you doing home?"

"I was totally bored with school so I decided to take off for a few days. There was all this drama with a boy and I thought it might be best to get out of Dodge."

I paid for my coffee and we stepped out of the way while we caught up. I'd run into Diana when she was home on Christmas Break, but I hadn't spend any real time with her since last summer at the beach house. Diana was my sister's best friend and was the only other person in the world who knew what had been going on between us, although she didn't know that my father had found out and that it nearly killed him. In fact, Diana knew about Gwen's crush on me and had helped put us together, seducing me herself along the way.

"Why doesn't it surprise me that wherever you are there's drama involving a boy?" I asked, smiling.

"Hey, these things just happen around me. You can't blame me for it."

"Riiight."

"But look at you. The rough and ready Marine has been replaced by Donald Trump." She ruffled my hair, which had grown out considerably from the flap top I'd come home from the service with. "I guess you've taken the business world by storm."

"I wouldn't agree with that. It's pretty tough. I don't think I like being a grown-up so much. I think I'd rather take on an Iraqi with a Kalishnakov than a wholesaler bent on pushing the price up."

"Whatever that means. I am sure you're knocking them dead. And you know looking the part is half the battle." She played with my tie and said, "You look really hot in a shirt and tie, Tony."

"Thanks," I replied, knowing I was blushing a little. "How long are you here for?"

"Only another day, but why don't we do dinner tomorrow night?"

"That sounds like a lot of fun. I'd like that."

"Then it's date." Diana stood on her tippy toes and kissed me. She saw the look on my face and added, "You know what I mean." She reached toward my pants and brazen as she was I couldn't believe she was going to grope me right there in the coffee shop. But instead of reaching for my rock she took my phone off my belt and typed in her number. "Those are my digits. Call me." I watched Diana's nice round ass in her low-rider jeans as she left and saw she'd gotten a tribal tattoo in the small of her back, which somehow didn't surprise me.

Although I'd taken the time to talk to Diana I was still early for lunch with Mom at the club. Lunch at the Lancaster Country Club was not my idea of a good time. The club was stuffy, elitist and stank of old money, the type of WASP-y enclave where appearance was everything. My father loved the place. While my mother fit right in, having grown up with the upper class, my father clawed his way inside with sweat and hard work and he took great pleasure in forcing these people to acknowledge him. I have no patience for social games and would have been much happier at a nice restaurant, but the club was a large part of my mother's social life and to make her happy I did my best to fit in when I had to go.

A young Hispanic kid in a smart red jacket took my car keys in front of the huge manor house that served as the club's primary hall. It looked like it had been plucked from the English countryside and dropped in one piece in the middle of the perfectly manicured land it lorded over. A gray haired concierge greeted me from behind a desk.

"Mr. DiAngelo, we will have your table ready on time as your mother requested. You may wait in the bar until she comes up if you like. I'm sorry, but there is a card game going on in the main sitting room."

"That's okay, Thompson. I think I'll go find my mother on the tennis courts."

"Of course, sir."

The tennis courts were a short walk through an English-style walled garden. They shared a clubhouse with the golf course and basketball courts, with showers and another bar. Around the back of the building were six courts and though it was the middle of a workday all but two were in use. From the patio in the rear of the clubhouse I was afforded a good view of the tennis courts and I found a seat.

Mom and the tennis pro were toward the back and it looked like they'd pretty much wrapped things up. He came around the net while Mom took a long pull on a bottle of water. They were conversing about something, but I was too far away to hear. But as they talked I did take note of body language and there was no doubt the pro was flirting with my mother. He was a large young man, with sandy hair and All-American good looks. His polo and white shorts were tight enough to suggest how much time he spent in the gym keeping himself in shape. I wasn't surprised that he was flirting with Mom. She's a beautiful woman and I'm sure a big part of his job is flattering all the idle housewives who come to him for tennis lessons, but I was surprised that Mom seemed to be responding in kind. It wasn't anything too obvious, just that she seemed to laugh too easily at whatever he said, or she touched his arm as they talked. I also noticed he kept touching her in the same way. And then he held Mom from behind while showing her how to improve her swing. How many times had he pulled that move? She was snug in his arms and his hand rested on her tummy, just below her breasts. Mom isn't very tall, just a few inches over five feet, and in some outfits she seemed like all breasts in the torso.

Was I jealous? What a crazy thought! Why would I be jealous of some handsome young guy flirting with my mother? She's a married woman and I can't imagine she would ever cheat on my father, even if he were virtually gone. I told myself that the attention was probably just the pick me up she needed. That still didn't explain why I was bothered by it.

When they were finished Mom spotted me and brought the pro over to meet me. "Martin, this is my son Tony."

"It's nice to meet you," I lied, shaking the hand, which had just been all over my mother.

"There's no way this is your son, Kitty. Maybe you're brother." Martin chuckled. Did women really fall for this act? He was about my age and handsome, so I suppose vain older women did. I just didn't see Mom in that category.

Mom gave me a hug and a peck on the cheek. "I'll be ready in a few minutes, honey, I just need to shower. I worked up a quite a sweat with Martin today." As I hugged her I could feel how damp her little tennis outfit was, but even all sweaty Mom still looked fantastic. The snug outfit, with it's short skirt and V-neck, really showed off just how in shape she did keep herself, and with her tanned, firm legs I had to agree with Martin, she didn't look old enough to be my mother.

While Mom freshened up I grabbed a beer at the clubhouse bar and watched a little ESPN on one of the televisions. It only took a remarkably short time for Mom to pull herself together. She emerged from the women's locker room in a pink sleeveless blouse and black skirt that demurely stayed close to the knee. Although the outfit was conservative she looked sexy.

"Are you ready for me?" Mom asked.

She had no idea. "Always. May I escort you to lunch, madam?"

"Of course, young man," Mom giggled. She linked her arm in mine and we walked back to the manor house where a table awaited us on the back porch. It was a gorgeous spring day and perfect for an outdoor lunch. Mom ordered a Bloody Mary and asked how things were going with the business, so I explained the problems I was running into on the Braddock project. She nodded sympathetically, which I'm sure is a move she perfected with my father, and seemed genuinely surprised when I asked her advice, something I'm sure Dad never did with business matters. But Mom is a very intelligent woman and had shown a definite talent for organization in her charity work, so I valued her opinion. She seemed to enjoy my including her in the workings of the business.

I mentioned that I'd run into Diana and Mom asked if she's spoken to Gwen. It hadn't come up, but I lied to Mom and told her no. I could tell she was still holding out hope that my sister would come home for Spring Break and decided to try and call Gwen again when I returned to work.

It was difficult to get out of the office on time the following night to meet Diana, but I needed the break badly. Around Diana I knew I could be goofy and flirty and forget about all the responsibility weighing me down. I took the Jag roadster instead of the Range Rover, as I knew she would enjoy riding with the top down. When I picked her up, Diana's parents commented on how nice it was to see me and I could tell they were glad that a responsible young man was there to pick up their daughter instead of the type of guy she usually brought home. And seeing as how I was her best friend's older brother I'm sure it didn't occur to them that anything untoward could happen.

We ate at a local café that was nice enough that I wouldn't be out of place in my work clothes, but wasn't too stuffy to have fun either. Later in the evening a three-piece band went on, but until then we'd be able to talk, though based on the way Diana was dressed I didn't think talking was the only thing on her mind. She was wearing skintight black pants and a tight fitted shirt, which closed with hook-and-eye closures instead of buttons. It didn't quite meet her pants, showing her sexy, soft belly, and was left open halfway down her chest to show off a lacy red camisole, which struggled to contain her chest. You had to hand it to the girl, she knew how to make the most of her assets. When we walked into the café I could see several heads turn to follow her progress and it earned one guy an icy stare from his wife.

While I paced myself throughout dinner because I was driving, Diana didn't have any such inhibition and got a nice buzz on before dinner even arrived. She had blackened fish with dirty rice while I dined on a nice big medium rare steak.

"How is your Dad doing?"

"The same as before. The doctor's don't think it's likely anything is going to change. I know it's too soon, but at some point I'm going to have to talk to my mother about taking him off the machines."

Diana reached across the table and took my hand. "I'm sorry. That's not going to be an easy conversation to have."

"Tell me about it. I really try not to even think about it, really. How do you begin to make a decision like that? I don't think I'm equipped to make life and death decisions." Especially when I was responsible for his condition in the first place.

"Your mom will have to decide, but I'm sure it will be easier for her with you there to lean on."

"I hope so. I'd do anything for her. I just wish Gwen were here too. It would really help Mom. Have you talked to her lately?"

"A couple weeks ago, but when she gets on the phone she doesn't say much. This has been so hard on her. I know she was like your dad's little princess, but I had no idea they were so close. I don't quite understand why she's pulled away so much."

And I wish I could tell you, I thought. "I think part of her staying away is because of me."

"She's never said that. Did you guys have a fight before she left?"

"No, nothing like that, but maybe she just can't cope with what happened – y'know, with us."

"Tony, don't put this on yourself. I know Gwen very, very well, and believe me, that was something she wanted. She had a crush on you back when you guys were younger and then when you came home such a stud she couldn't wait to get her hands on you. Gwen loves you, Tony. It may have been bad timing with your father and everything, but trust me she wanted what happened. She wanted you so much, actually, I'm surprised she wasn't jealous about what went on between us." Diana squeezed my hand and gave me a seductive smile.

"I wondered. Did she knoweverything that went on between us?"

"Maybe not everything, but enough. It was all part of her master plan to seduce you anyway."

"I see, divide and conquer. You guys definitely had me in the palm of your hands last summer." It was actually nice to think about those events of last summer and recall the good parts.

"Enough serious talk. When that band comes on you'd better ask me to dance, Tony DiAngelo."

And that's just what I did. The band came on around nine and after they were warmed up and another couple or two were on the dance floor I took Diana's hand and led her out there too. They were a typical cover band, so it wasn't the type of club music, which I'd seen her dance to so memorably before. Still, though the dancing was tame she knew how to move and the way she was rubbing against me was putting thoughts in my head.

While we danced Diana slipped a hand between us and gave my erection a squeeze, which prompted her to nibble my ear and whisper, "Mmm, I hope you know how much I missed this."

I turned her face to mine and kissed her full on. "I doubt as much as I've missed you."

We both wanted to get out of the café, so after a couple more drinks I paid the check and we hit the road, but we couldn't figure out where to go. I didn't want to sneak Diana into my house like some kind of teenager and I knew going back to her place was out of the question. Of course I had the money for a hotel, but somehow that seemed kind of sleazy. Diana was the one who came up with a solution.

"So, Mr. Big Time, why don't you show me your fancy office," she purred, stroking me through my pants as I drove the Jag. It was a warm evening and I had the top down and Diana looked amazing with the wind blowing through her long blonde hair. Sudden visions of her bent over my desk made my cock throb.

Diana started unbuckling my belt and I asked, "Hey, what are you doing?"

"Don't you worry about it, just keep your eyes on the road. You're not going to want to make any sudden turns or stops for the next few minutes."

I couldn't believe it. With the top down anyone in an SUV or pickup was going to be able to see what she was up to, but knowing Diana that might have been part of the thrill for her. Once she had my rock solid eight inches free, she took me right in her mouth and started doing that zigzag thing with her tongue that makes my toes curl. Let me just say that it was pretty difficult to drive a stick shift while Diana was working her magic. Luckily we only encountered two other vehicles on the road high enough to see into the Jag before we reached my office. There was a soccer mom type driving a minivan who looked down at the blonde head bobbing in my lap with revulsion and a guy with his wife in an SUV. They both seemed to enjoy the show before speeding off into the night, hopefully inspired to have some fun of their own. The tight suction of Diana's mouth felt awesome, but I wasn't finished before we pulled into my parking lot.

"Mmm, that was a nice appetizer," Diana said, licking her lips as she sat up.

"Have I ever told you how bad you are?"

"Just about every time you see me. I think it's why you keep coming back for more."

I keyed the disarm code into the alarm and led Diana up to my office on the second floor. It still felt weird just sitting behind my father's desk sometimes and I'd never imagined doing anything kinky in there. You could tell my mother had been responsible for decorating the office because the walls and carpet were a light color and there was an elegance to the design. A soft leather couch took one wall, while a huge wall unit, with a media center and bookshelves, dominated the other. There was also a small conference table in one corner and of course the huge desk, which my father ran his empire from. When I finished closing the double door I turned around and found Diana perched on the front edge of the desk.

"You really are moving up in the world. I'm impressed."

"Don't let the surroundings fool you. I still barely know what I'm doing." I nudged between her legs and put my hands on her hips.

"I find that hard to believe. I've always thought you knew what you were doing." Diana loosened my tie and unbuttoned my shirt.

"I'm not sure those skills are going to help me here."

Diana grabbed my tie and pulled me to her lips. I moved my hands to her ass and pulled her into me, pushing my bulge between her legs. I felt her tongue probing and parted my lips to duel her tongue with my own. She was grinding herself back against me while running her fingers through my hair and I tugged her head back by the hair so I could bite her neck. God, I was so horny after so many months that I felt I could consume her whole. With frantic, fumbling fingers I worked on the stubborn latches keeping her top closed while Diana cradled my head at her throat. I threw her blouse on the floor and kissed my way across her chest, just above the line of lace that bordered the top of her stretchy camisole. Meanwhile, Diana was working on the buttons of my shirt, but grew frustrated and with a yank tore the remaining buttons out of the cloth, scattering them to the carpet.

Grabbing both spaghetti straps, I pulled the camisole down past her breasts and cupped both heavy orbs in my hands. I caught her nipples between thumb and forefinger and rolled them, bringing a tiny yelp from Diana's lips. She liked things on the rough side, so I wasn't gentle as I mashed her breasts in my hands. I leaned her backwards so she was practically lying on my desk and she flung my nameplate and pen set out of the way before she was impaled on them. Diana held my head tightly, guiding my lips to first one breast and then the other, directing my hungry mouth to where she most wanted attention. As I attacked her breasts with my tongue and teeth her cries grew louder in my darkened office. She gave up reaching for my bulge as she had to lean back on her elbows to keep her balance. Papers and files were being scattered all over my desk and I knew I was going to have quite a job in the morning getting everything back in order. However, sex with Diana was more than worth the sacrifice. She kept one hand on my head, but with the other she unsnapped her pants and tried pulling them down, eager to get me to where I could do the most good.

While Diana lifted her ass off the edge of the desk I yanked her pants and thong down, pulling her strappy heels off with them. She had a nice thin landing strip of dark hair between her legs, which revealed that her blonde was out of a bottle. I dropped to my knees on the carpet and used her hips like handles to pull her pussy toward my face while she thoughtfully spread herself open for me. Diana was already quite damp before I even kissed her down there and I deeply inhaled her scent. I brushed my lips against hers and allowed my tongue to peek out slightly and she bucked her hips off the desk in frustration at my teasing. "Tony," she whimpered, urging me forward with a hand on the back of my head. I smiled and flicked my tongue over her randomly, so close to her aching, throbbing clit, but ignoring it. I let my tongue delve deep between her folds, almost using it like a minicock to fuck her and Diana was gasping and moaning. After a couple minutes of working her up that way I moved in for the kill, going after her clit full force with my tongue. Diana screamed and writhed on my desk. I think she may have had a small orgasm when I licked her clit, but I didn't pause to find out, sucking on the little fleshy button while I pushed two fingers into her dripping pussy. Not to brag, but just about every lover has told me how good I am with my mouth and I knew that I had Diana completely under my power while I licked her pussy. She came hard, thrashing around, and I knew as long as I kept her cumming like that I could probably do anything, to her, I wished. I made her cum again while licking her clit before I lifted my soaked face from between her legs.

Diana kissed me hard, undaunted by her juices, which were smeared all over my face. "Fuck me right now, Tony," she demanded.

"Okay, if you're sure," I joked.

I dropped my pants and pulled her legs apart with her ass still on the edge of my desk. I lined up perfectly with the height of the desk and I slid all eight inches into her steaming pussy easily, making a nice wet sound as I did. Diana locked her ankles behind my back and held me there while squeezing her pussy around my shaft, trying to melt it inside her. Damn, she felt good and I was suddenly worried I might cum too fast after going so many months without. I held her waist and tried moving and her lock loosened up. I drove into her hard and fast and felt my balls slapping into her taint.

"Fuck me, stud," Diana moaned. "Fuck, oh yeah, fuck me!" Her big breasts were jiggling violently as I thrust in and out of her, putting on a nice little show. Her head was back and her eyes were closed and her mouth hung open and she looked so deliciously dirty lying there. I pinned her clit with my thumb and rubbed it while I fucked her and Diana kicked into overdrive, screaming bloody murder while she seemed to cum endlessly. Feeling her pussy rippling around me was all I could take and with a loud whoop I shot my load inside her.

"Jesus, Diana, that was fucking hot," I told her as I wiped the sweat from my brow. I pulled my pants up and held them at my waist so I could fetch a bottle of water from the mini fridge under the entertainment center. I swallowed half the bottle and offered the rest to Diana who was still lying on my desk gathering her senses. Watching her curvy young body and her chest heaving caused my cock to start tingling anew and I could feel myself rising from the dead.

"I've got to tell you, Tony, you put most of those college boys to shame."

"Only most?"

Diana laughed sweetly. "I can't let your head get too big, can I?"

I perched on the edge of the desk beside Diana and ran a hand over her, first massaging her breasts and then rubbing her swollen, red pussy. When I touched her clit her whole body jerked.

"Are you trying to start trouble again?"

"Can you handle it? Can those college boys go more than once?"

"It'll be an effort, but I'll take it if you can."

I leaned down and kissed Diana, feeling her hand wrap around my wet shaft and slowly stroke it. We lay there for quite awhile, kissing and caressing each other like old lovers before Diana pushed me onto my back and straddled me. She sat up completely straight, impaled on my shaft and smiled down at me while working her muscles and holding her breasts.

"Mmm, that feels so nice, stud. I've got you trapped right where I want you. I feel like I'm on top of the world."

Staring up at her she looked absolutely beautiful. "You look like you're riding high."

"I haven't even started riding yet."

Diana leaned down and kissed me and I felt her hips start to churn. Her hair hung in my face as she held herself up with her hands and pumped those hips. Her breasts hung against my chest and I felt them shake while she moved. She pushed up until she was hunched forward with her hands on my chest and her head hung forward. Now she could put more of her body into her motion and I felt her riding me hard. It sounded like she was saying "Fuck" over and over again, but it was mostly lusty, animal moans that escaped her lips.

Arching her back, Diana leaned all the way back and grasped the edge of the desk behind her. She was thrusting her hips forward and I had a great view of her whole body as she rode my cock. I thoughtfully put my hands on her hips and helped by pulling her down on my shaft, impaling her pussy even harder. Damn, Diana fucked like she studied porno movies or something. Not that I was complaining, she was incredible and I told her so.

"That's so fucking awesome," I moaned. I knew I could last longer the second time, but with Diana doing gymnastics on the end of my prick it wasn't going to be that long. I strummed her clit with my thumb and she screamed that she was cumming. As her juices flowed around my shaft I shot a second load inside her. Diana didn't stop riding until she'd milked every last drop out of me and then she climbed off the desk and flopped down on the couch.

"God," she sighed. "I'm worn out for tonight."

"That was some workout, Diana."

"I think you're going to have to carry me home, stud."

"Sure, as long as you explain to your parents why."

Once we dressed I drove Diana home and while she said she would be in Mexico for Spring Break, she promised to call me next time she was home. I drove home with the top down and the air blasting through the Jag felt exhilarating. For the first time in months I really felt alive, not that I was just making time in a suit. One thing was for sure, I definitely needed to get laid more often.

I tried to be silent as possible when I ventured up to my bedroom, but I needn't have worried, as my mother wasn't asleep.

"Tony is that you?" Mom called from her bedroom.

"Yeah, I'm just getting in." I ran a hand through my hair and straightened up my clothes, hoping I didn't look like I'd just been fucking my sister's best friend. I could see light coming from under the bedroom door and I eased it open far enough to put my head into the room.

"Did you have dinner plans, honey?" The bedside lamp was on and she had a book facedown on her lap. She sheet was pulled up to her waist, but even in the soft light of the lamp I could see the outline of Mom's nipples through her thin silk nightgown. She didn't parade herself around the house, but Mom did like nice nightgowns and it never occurred to her to cover up when I was around, but then why should she? She couldn't know what a perv her son is. I made very sure I looked her in the eyes as we talked, although I had the benefit of being in shadow.

"I had dinner with Diana Lansdale, actually. I ran into her the other night and we decide to catch up while she was home."

"That's nice. Is everything going okay at school?"

"Yeah, she just needed a little break. You know how dramatic teenage girls can be."

Mom laughed. "You should have seen me at nineteen. You'd have had no clue I could become the woman I am now."

The thought of my mother at nineteen gave me all kinds of inappropriate thoughts.

"Has Diana spoken to your sister?"

I should have known that would come up. "Not a lot. They've both been pretty busy."

"Hmm, I was hoping she'd have some word. I've tried Gwen several times this week, but I can never get her on the phone. If she keeps this up I think I may drive out there and visit her at school. If there is something going on I plan on getting to the bottom of it."

"Don't worry, Mom, I'm going to take care of it. I'd better get to bed."

"Come here and give me a hug and a goodnight kiss."

I laughed as I walked into the room. "I'm a big boy now, Mom."

She sat up and held out her arms for me. Her nightgown was pulled tight across her chest and her nipples looked like they would rip right through the silk. I concentrated on her from the neck up, but that didn't help much as she was a vision with her honey blonde hair framing her face. I sat on the edge of the bed and Mom pulled me into her arms and kissed my cheek. Her breasts crushed into my chest and although I'd already cum twice I felt a fresh tingling in my groin. I fought the urge to pull away and let Mom cling to me as long as she needed to. I buried my face in her soft hair and was surrounded by her jasmine scent.

"You have become a big boy, haven't you?" She commented, squeezing me. "You've grown up to be such a fine young man, Tony. I'm so glad you're here."

"I'll always be here, Mom, as long as I need you."

~~~

The next day I tried Gwen five times with no success. I really wanted to get her on the phone so I didn't leave a voice mail until the last time I called.

"Gwen, it's your brother," I said, my frustration clear. "I've been trying to call you and I can understand if you don't want to talk to me. I really do, but you can't ignore Mom. The way things are with Dad is rough for her and she could really use your support. It's not fair the way you're treating her so get off your selfish ass and call her back." I regretted the tone of my message as soon as I put the phone down, but there was nothing to be done.

Not surprisingly there was no word from my sister. I didn't expect her to call me back, but I thought she might at least call Mom. Spring Break started and she still did not come home, but she didn't go to Cancun or Daytona either. I checked her credit cards and saw that she hadn't booked any vacations anywhere.

Fortunately I was so busy with work that I didn't have much time to worry about what Gwen was up to. I was out to the Braddock project almost daily putting out one fire or another and as the deadline for the first phase of construction came closer it seemed less and less likely we were going to finish on time. I was even out there swinging a hammer myself, hoping it would inspire the guys to push harder. Most nights it was well after dark by the time I dragged myself home exhausted. I barely had enough energy to lift a fork to my mouth, but every night Mom made sure I had a healthy meal and that I got to bed as early as possible. And then when the sun rose the next morning I was on my way again.

After a hot morning hanging drywall with the guys, I decided to run home and grab a quick shower and change of clothes before my afternoon meetings. I thought Mom would be at the club, but I found both the Jag and a strange car in the driveway. The Honda sedan wasn't something one of my mother's friends would drive so I wondered who could be over. I asked the maid where Mom was and she directed me out back.

Mom was on the back patio by the pool and she wasn't alone. I recognized the smarmy tennis pro from the club immediately. I didn't know they made house calls. Martin was dressed in the same outfit of shorts and a polo I'd seen before, so I didn't think it was a social call, but I still didn't like it. He and my mother were standing very close, facing each other and he was stretching her right arm, rotating it, while his left hand was on her side. Mom's breasts are so big and round that he couldn't help but brush the side of her breast as he held her. Mom's eyes were closed and her lips parted and it looked like whatever Martin was doing to her, it felt good.

"What's going on?" I asked, trying to keep my voice friendly.

Mom jumped at the sound of my voice and moved away from Martin. Was that a guilty look on her face? No, it had to be my imagination.

"Tony, I didn't think you'd be home until late tonight."

"I was working out at the site and got pretty sweaty so I decided to grab a shower before heading into the office. Martin, right?" I asked, extending my hand, which he took.

"How are you, Tony? I was just helping your mother out. Her shoulder was getting sore."

"Don't over do things, Mom."

"Don't worry, honey, I'm in good hands." Yeah, I bet. "But the tournament with Missy is on Thursday and I think I've been pushing too hard to get ready. There were some fine things I needed to work on and Martin suggested we get away from the noise of the club so I could concentrate better."

"Are you going to come watch Kitty play? She's got great form." Martin said.

Mom was wearing a short, white one-piece tennis dress with two thin stripes running down the sides and it was snug enough to show off just how great her form really was. Her tanned legs seemed endless as the disappeared beneath the short dress. I was her son and Mom was giving me thoughts so I could only imagine what dirty things were running through Martin's mind.

"I doubt I'll be able to make it. Work is so crazy right now."

Mom gave me a pat on the chest and said, "My son is much too busy keeping the business running to worry about a silly thing like a tennis match. He's stepped right into his father's shoes."

I left them to their tennis lesson and jumped in the shower upstairs. My cock was a rock and I took a couple minutes to relieve myself, focusing on Diana riding me on my desk instead of thinking of things I shouldn't have. As I changed into fresh clothes I looked out the window and saw Mom practicing her swing while Martin watched. Damn, she looked good in motion. She swung the racket high and her tennis dress pulled up to where her ass was almost hanging out. After that, Martin came over and held her from behind, showing her just how to swing. She was pressed against him and I wonder if her ass pushing into his crotch was making him hard. When she swung she moved against him and I felt a fresh surge of jealousy and desire. My mother is a married woman and I wanted to run down there and tell that jerk to keep his hands to himself, but instead I just left the house without a word.

That Friday Mom called and excitedly told me about her victory in the doubles tournament. Not only did she and Missy Carrington win in the over forty bracket, they also won overall. Mom insisted that we go out for dinner to celebrate and I told her it would be my pleasure, as long as we could go anywhere but the club.

I did my best to get out of the office on time, but it was still late when I left and Mom was ready to go when I got home. She was in the living room with a glass of wine and when I saw her I stopped dead in the doorway. All I could think was,wow, but really that didn't begin to cover it. Her hair framed her beautiful face and her emerald eyes were shining. She sat in an armchair, wearing a black sexy little black dress. Her legs were crossed and the skirt sat high on her thighs, while the neckline was cut low enough to show off a diamond heart hanging deep in her cleavage. There was nothing slutty about the look, but it was sexy as hell.

"Cat got your tongue?" Mom asked with a laugh. I could tell she'd already had enough wine to be feeling very relaxed.

"You look beautiful, Mom. Wow."

"Don't sound so surprised, Tony. I've still got plenty of life in me. Hopefully when we got out tonight; people will think I'm your date instead of your mother."

I wish, I thought. "I don't think anyone is going to see who you're with."

"Well, hurry up and get ready so we can go out and have some fun. I think I am long overdue."

I found a black silk shirt and matching pants and as I combed back my thick black hair and applied cologne it occurred to me that I was getting ready as if I were going on a date. I told myself over and over I had to play it cool. Yes, my mom is hot, but that's all there is to it. I am not going to go there. I don't want to go there. Whatever sick little attraction I have for my mother must be kept in check. Don't even think of her as a woman, she's your mother. I kept telling myself all that and I hoped it would keep me focused.

When I met Mom downstairs she told me, "You look so handsome, Tony. You should be out with some young lady, not escorting your mother."

"Mom, there's no lady I'd rather be with tonight."

I didn't know where we were going, so I took directions from Mom as I piloted the Jag. We ended up at a very exclusive, very expensive downtown restaurant. We were shown to table in the corner by the fireplace and Mom ordered an expensive bottle of wine.

"This is one of the most romantic spots in the restaurant. I believe they really think we are a couple." Mom said. She couldn't help but laugh.

"Good for me, then. But I don't get dates as pretty as you."

"You're very sweet, Tony," Mom said and leaned over and kissed me cheek. As she did I forced myself not to look down her deep cleavage. "But with that silver tongue I imagine you could have the girls lining up. What about Diana Lansdale? She's a very pretty young woman."

"She's Gwen's best friend, I'm not sure getting involved with her would be a good idea."

"Really? I thought something might have been going on last summer at the beach house. I saw the way she flirted with you and it seemed that you were returning her attention."

That caught me off guard and made me wonder what else she might have noticed. "Mom, she's a nice girl and yes she's good looking, but she's also young."

"Nineteen is not too young for you. Your father is older than I am. Maybe I was wrong, I just thought I saw something. If Diana Lansdale isn't your type we'll just have to find a woman who is. It's not healthy for a strong young man to be on his own as much as you are."

I could have told her just what my type was, but that was not a good topic, so I kept my mouth shut and fortunately the waiter came to take our order.

Mom ordered lamb chops, her favorite, followed by crème Brule and enjoyed a surprising amount of wine, while I had a thick porterhouse and baked potato. It was a nice, relaxing meal and felt surprisingly more and more like a date as the night went on. Mom was relating to me like I was just another adult and not her son. It was nice, but also uncomfortable because I did not want to be that way with her. I needed to keep that line between mother and son. Also, while she wasn't flirting with me, she was more physical, touching me casually and not as careful crossing her legs or leaning forward.

When she saw several couples dancing to the jazz trio playing at the front of the room Mom demanded I dance with her. Any other time I would have been happy to, but the evening was having an effect on me and I didn't think it was wise. My mother, however, would not be denied and next thing I knew we crowded into the tight dance area. Mom slipped right into my arms and while I tried to keep a space between us she held me very close, resting her head against my shoulder. I am sure any bystander would have thought we were lovers, dancing like that. I could feel her hot breath where my shirt opened at the neck and it gave me chills. I felt the tingling begin in my groin and I willed my cock to stay down. With one hand I stroked her hair lightly while my other hand rested in the small of her back. My head was swimming with conflicting feelings.

"Mmm, Tony, this feels so nice. I love dancing and being held by a strong man." Mom's voice was soft, intimate. I was speechless, so I just kept holding her and fighting my own body. It was a battle I was losing and I only hoped Mom was drunk enough not to notice.

Mom and I returned to the table and she ordered an after dinner cocktail, even though I didn't think it was a good idea. Mom told me she was old enough to decide when enough was enough as she sipped her Manhattan. Afterward I told her it was late and we really should get going.

Even though she slipped off her heels in the car, Mom still needed assistance into the house. Getting up the stairs was tough going and I told her next time I was just going to carry her, which brought a bubbly laugh. I took her straight to her bedroom, where she asked me to help with her zipper before I left. I pulled it down to the middle of her back and the dress fell to her waist before Mom caught it and held it in front of her chest, but before she did her breasts, barely restrained by a black lace bra, were in full view and I felt my cock spring right up. The lace was sheer enough that I saw her half-dollar sized nipples plain as day before I turned my back. Mom laughed at my reaction, thinking I was embarrassed, I'm sure.

"I'm sorry, honey, I should be more careful. Just give me a minute."

I heard rustling as she shed her clothes and then the sound of the bed. When she said I could turn around she was in bed with the sheets pulled to just above her breasts and I knew she was lying there naked under the sheets. Her dress, bra and panties lay on the floor beside the bed. God, I had to get out of there.

"Come here, Tony," she said, patting a spot on the bed beside her. I sat and she took my hand. I was trying to look everywhere in the room but at her. She was so drunk I knew she'd be passed out as soon as she closed her eyes and might not even remember anything from tonight. "I just wanted to thank you for taking me out tonight. It was just what I've needed. We need to do this again soon." She leaned forward to hug me and again was clumsy about keeping herself covered. I had the briefest glimpse of her nipples before she snatched the sheet up and hugged me.

"I had a great time too, Mom. I love you."

"I love you too, Tony." She kissed me, keeping her lips on mine a surprisingly long time.

I picked her clothes up off the floor and laid them on a chair before turning out the light and leaving. When I got back to my room I couldn't get my pants off fast enough and this time when I relieved the pressure down below I couldn't help but think of my mother laying there naked in the other room.

~~~

I was so shaken up by the events of that evening that I could barely concentrate on work the next day. The glimpses I saw of Mom's body kept flashing through my mind and during a morning meeting I had to continually ask people to repeat what they'd said. I knew some of my colleagues were becoming annoyed and feared I was just confirming their suspicions that I was in over my head. By the afternoon I was more than happy to get out of the office. I headed back out to the Braddock site and threw myself into physical labor and it did the trick, keeping my mind off my mother. All I thought about was getting a task done and then starting the next ask ahead of me.

After the last of the crew left, I stayed behind, going over details in the trailer onsite. I stared at those cost spreadsheets until all the numbers seemed to dance on the page and I knew I'd had enough. I felt like I was losing my mind. I didn't want to go home, but it was Friday and maybe Mom would be at the club with her friends. I could only hope. Shutting down the lights, I locked things up and took a last walk through the site to make sure everything was in order before leaving.

As I walked through the building I made mental notes of things I wanted the guys to take a look at on Monday and hoped I'd remember them long enough to write them down back in the truck. I was in an unfinished office when there was a crash behind me. I spun toward the door, pointing the big halogen lantern and caught the stunned figure of my sister in the doorway, literally like a deer in headlights. It appeared that she'd knocked over a two-by-four that had been leaned against the wall. What the hell was she doing there?

"Gwen, what are you doing here? It's dangerous to wander around a construction site, especially in the dark." She seemed almost like a different person. She held herself meekly and had none of that defiant spark I remembered.

"Don't I get a hello?" She asked and for a moment there was a flash of the spunky girl I remembered.

"I'm sorry, you just startled me. I'm happy you came home." I walked toward her and she came into the room, but stopped out of reach and I knew she didn't want a welcome home hug. "How did you know where to find me?"

"I went home first and called your office. They told me where you were and when you never came home I thought I'd come and find you."

"Was Mom there when you got home?"

"Yes and we had a long talk. I felt bad about abandoning her, but I think I made her understand why I couldn't come home for so long."

A shiver went down my spine. "You did?"

Gwen let out a humorless chuckle. "Don't worry, I didn't tell the whole truth. How could I? I just told her how upset I was about Daddy, leaving out how it's all my fault."

"It is not your fault, Gwen." I stepped forward, put a hand on her arm and felt her stiffen.

"Tony, he saw what we were doing and the keeled right over. Daddy was a strong man, he wouldn't have just had a stroke out of the blue for no reason."

"First of all, you don't know that. And secondly, if it's anyone's fault it's mine. I'm the older brother."

"That's bullshit. Don't pull the protective brother routine now, Tony. I'm a grown woman and I am responsible for my own choices. Ichose to go after you. I wanted to fuck my big brother and I made it happen. I got into your bed when you thought I was someone else and I made you fuck me."

The facts were more of less right. The first time we made love I did think I was with Diana, but once I knew it was my sister I didn't stop things, as I should have. And after that first time I'd been a willing,enthusiastic participant again and again. I didn't buy that everything was Gwen's fault and I wouldn't let her blame herself.

I set the lantern on the floor and took Gwen by both arms, not letting her pull away. "Listen to me, Gwen. We were two consenting adults. Every time we were together I knew what I was doing. I wanted it and I didn't care if it was wrong or not. I never thought about the consequences, all I thought about was how much I wanted you and how good you made me feel."

A single tear rolled down Gwen's cheek. "That's why I had to stay away, Tony. It wasn't just guilt, although I didn't know how to face Mom after what we'd done. It was how much I love you and how you made me feel. It was because I can't help myself, Tony, I still want you as much as I ever did."

Wow. I was dumbstruck. All this time I thought Gwen was avoiding me because she felt revulsion over what happened. It never occurred to me that she was staying away because she still wanted me even after what happened. And although I'd been trying to deny it all these months I knew that I felt the same way.

"Gwen, I don't know what to say."

"I know, it's sick. How can I?" She pulled away and turned her back to me.

"No, stop doing this to yourself. If you're sick than I am too because I want you just as much." I put my arms around her and pulled her back against my chest. "But how can it be wrong? There's nothing malicious in it. We just love each other differently than other brothers and sisters, but it's still love, right?"

"I guess," she admitted.

"And how can love be wrong?"

Gwen leaned back into me and we stayed like that for a long time, together in the silence. The naked drywall of the room was swallowed by shadows and everything was dark except for the pool of light provided by the lantern. She felt so good, so right in my arms. I inhaled and the scent of her long, blonde hair brought back memories of lying in bed together on a sunny morning and pulling her into my arms. I thought about the way her pert breasts, so perfect, rose and fell as I went down on her and I stared up into those green eyes so like our mother's. I closed my eyes and swallowed hard, forcing the images from my mind before my sister could feel their effect.

Reaching back she ran her fingers through my hair and said, "I almost didn't recognize you when I came into the room. It's been a long time since I've seen you with hair. I like it."

"Thanks, but it's more a product of neglect than a plan."

She turned her head and kissed my cheek. "I've missed you so much, Tony. I was so afraid of what I would say and how I would feel when I saw you." She kissed me again and this time her lips lingered on my stubblely skin. In her thick souled sandals she was nearly five foot ten.

"What are you feeling?"

"Just what I was afraid I would." Her lips trailed down to my throat and I felt my chest tighten. God, I had missed her. This could only turn out badly.

"Gwen, should we?" I stroked back a blonde lock that had escaped her ponytail.

"I don't know," she said between kisses.

I knew what I wanted, but I didn't want her to be freaked out if we did something again. "Are you sure?"

Gwen was too busy kissing my throat to answer with words so she moved one of my hands from her waist to her breast. As I squeezed it I felt her nipple tighten and spring to life, even through her top and bra. While I massaged her breast I rolled her stiff nipple between my fingers and she moaned through her kisses. She pushed her tight ass back into me and I ground my hard-on back. I never in a million years thought this would ever happen again, but here we were, in the most unlikely of places, and we were burning for each other.

Turning in my arms, Gwen unbuttoned my shirt and spread it open, kissing my chest and running her fingers through the dark hair. Her tongue flicked my nipple and I stiffened. "Mmm, you taste salty," she commented. She cupped my bulge through my pants and gave it a little squeeze and the blood surged through my body. I tilted her face up to mine and crushed my mouth over hers, passion driving my tongue past her lips to explore her. She returned the kiss just as hard and clung to my shoulders almost as if she wanted to hang on my body. I knead her tight ass and then pulled her shirt up over her head. Gwen lifted her arms, taking her hands off me just long enough to remove her shirt and then was pulling my shirt off.

Her breasts were not quite as large as her friend Diana's, but they were still more than a handful and looked like they wanted to burst from her dainty white lace bra. I wanted to give them a hand, but before I could my sister was going down on her knees and they were out of reach. Once my pants were around my ankles Gwen grabbed me with both hands and lavished the head with wet kisses. Those kisses turned to soft sucking and then licking and just like that she was pulling me into her mouth, sucking down about half my length, before pulling back and licking me again. She kept teasing me like that until I reached down and tangled my fingers in her hair, pulling her ponytail out and trying to get her to take more of my shaft. The way Gwen looked up at me I could tell she'd been enjoying teasing me, but she acquiesced and stretched her mouth wider until my balls were resting against her chin. With my head pressed to the back of her throat my sister sucked hard and swallowed and I almost shot my load right down her throat. Gwen was so good with her mouth she really should give lessons. I held her head in place and slowly fucked my cock into her mouth. She just kept sucking, cheeks hollowed and stared up at me. She massaged my balls too and I could feel my cum boiling up in them.

"Ahhh, Gwen, Jesus…" I moaned. I didn't want to cum in her mouth, but it was just impossible to hold out. I pushed to the back of her throat and spurted my load straight down into her tummy while I tried to keep my knees from buckling. I'd been masturbating so much there wasn't too much and when I was done Gwen kept sucking, holding my cock in her mouth so it couldn't go completely soft. By the time she let me go I was back at half-staff and just about ready to go again.

Gwen rose back up to kiss me and sprang open the front clasp on her bra. I covered her breasts with my hands, pinching her thick, pale nipples until she yelped and nipped at my lip while we kissed. Gwen gave me a last flick of her tongue and pulled my face down to her chest where I immediately began consuming her flesh, kissing and biting and licking all around her nipples, driving her crazy despite her best efforts to keep my mouth centered over her nipples. I moved from one breast to the other, only sucking her nipple into my mouth when I heard her softly whimpering in my ear. I drew her nipple out with my teeth and then lashed it with my tongue. I knew just how much my sister loved her breasts roughly teased. She caught one of my legs between hers and was rubbing her pelvis into my thigh. It was an awkward position and I wished we were anywhere else. I didn't want to lay her on the cold, bare concrete floor, but I thought if I stopped things to move out to the construction trailer they might not start again.

My hands were all over Gwen and she was firm and hard everywhere, with soft, smooth skin. She'd always been athletic and regular activity kept her in top shape. My fingers fumbled over her flat stomach, toying with the jewel in her bellybutton before unsnapping her tight jeans. I needed both hands to shimmy her jeans past her hips and Gwen kicked off her sandals and stepped out of them. Her tiny thong did nothing to hide her clean-shaven mound.

Pushing my hand between her legs, I rubbed Gwen's pussy through the thong while I continued nibbling her breasts. The lace front was soaked through and yielded easily when I pushed it between her lips and used it to tease her clit. Her cry echoed through the dark, bare room. With a quick yank I tore her thong away and slid two fingers inside her. My sister rose up on her toes and then gyrated her hips against my hand, soaking it. Her nails dug into my shoulder while she pushed my face into her breasts so hard I thought she was trying to suffocate me. She pulled my face back to hers and we kissed while I kept fingering her tight pussy.

"Oh God, fuck me, Tony. It's been too long." Gwen pleaded.

I was going to pick her up and just slide her down on my cock, but Gwen went over to a sawhorse and bent over, with her hands on the crossbar and her ass sticking high in the air. Her swollen pussy winked back at me from between her spread legs and I almost tripped over my pants rushing to her. I pulled her hair back so I could see her looking back at me as I sank balls deep into her. Damn, she felt so fucking good. Gwen smiled and moaned while she took me and pushed her ass into me. My hands circled her narrow hips and I just started slamming right into her. I wanted her too badly to start slowly or be gentle and I knew how rough my sister liked it anyway. Her hair hung halfway to the floor as she lowered her head and took the pounding she so craved. The sawhorse bucked loudly on the floor every time I slammed forward. Gwen's ass looked so perfect as I stared down at it; that I had to give it a couple smacks, which only made her cry out more loudly. I grabbed both ass cheeks hard and really laid into her at that point, almost completely pulling out before driving it home again. Gwen came first, but only seconds before I did.

"Arrrrr…Gwwwwennnn…" I screamed, holding my shaft inside her while my balls drained. She was screaming and shaking and the only thing holding her up was my hands on her waist, her legs gone to jelly and useless. Once my slimy cock slipped out of her with a wet sucking sound, I lifted Gwen and took her in my arms, kissing her.

"I love you, Tony," she told me.

"I love you so much, Gwen. I really, really missed you."

"I can tell," she laughed.

Once our clothes were back on, I led Gwen out of the building and we sat on the hood of the Range Rover and talked for a while. She talked about school and how she'd had trouble adjusting because of all the things weighing her mind down and I told her how taking over the company was occupying my every waking moment. I tried telling her that she couldn't let the past screw up her future and that she needed to make a real try at school when she returned and she said she knew and thought things would be better now that she'd come home and confronted things. There was something on my mind, but I wasn't sure how to broach the subject.

"So, did you see anyone while you were up at school?" I asked, sounding as casual as I could manage.

Gwen gave me a knowing look. "You want to know if I've been fucking anyone else." When I didn't answer, she continued. "I did see a couple different guys and yes, I did end up in bed with someone after too many drinks at a frat party, but it wasn't any good at all. The guy came after like two seconds."

I'll admit, I was jealous, though I knew I had no right. I kind of wanted to punch the guy that fucked my little sister, but her saying he wasn't any good, especially right after I made her cum so hard, helped.

"You're jealous, aren't you?"

"Well, I, no, I don't have any right."

"It's okay, I sort of like it. I know we'll never be able to have a relationship, so we can't really be jealous of other people, but it's sweet."

I hadn't thought about it, but she was right. We loved each other and obviously we had great sex, but for obvious reasons we would never be a couple. I wondered what could have been between us if we weren't brother and sister.

"So, have you?"

"What? Oh, been with anyone else? Yes, I saw Diana a couple weeks ago." For a second I considered lying, but there was no point. Besides, there was a good chance her friend had told her.

"I should have known she would be jumping in your bed the second my back was turned." Gwen laughed.

"We'd both better be getting home."

"I'll see you there, big brother." She gave me a slow, sensual kiss before hopping off the hood and disappearing in her car.

Over the next week Gwen and I were together every chance we could find. Frequently after Mom went to bed we'd meet at the other end of the house and fuck like rabbits. She met me after work one day wearing the shortest of skirts and no panties and I took her right in the front seat of the Range Rover at the back of a construction site. We were so busy with each other that we never really got around to discussing the future until the night before she was due to return to school. I'd been planning on driving her back myself, but there was just no way I could get away from work even for just a long weekend. Instead Mom would drive her back and Gwen and I spent her final evening home together.

After a dinner with Mom, Gwen and I went off on our own. I'd booked a fancy suite at a hotel by the airport, where we were unlikely to run into anyone we knew. Gwen looked so beautiful in a tight silvery blouse and black skirt that I couldn't wait to get her out of them and into bed. The first time we did it was hard, fast fucking, but then as we lay in bed in each other's arms we began to make love slowly.

I pulled the sheets off the bed completely and lay down between Gwen's spread legs, leisurely licking her slippery wet pussy. She was still sensitive from the sex we'd just had and almost immediately started bucking against my face, but I kept her hips pinned to the bed and dipped my tongue inside her. I kissed her pussy tenderly and deliberately, rubbing her G-spot with a crooked finger while lightly brushing her clit with my tongue.

"God, Tony, that's soooo amazing," Gwen panted, gripping fistfuls of the soft sheets. I chased her clit with my tongue until she had a gasping, crying orgasm and then kept licking her until she wanted to switch positions. Gwen placed me on my back and crawled over me. I brought her pussy back to my lips while she held her hair back and pulled my cock to the back of her throat. Her sucking felt so good it was hard to concentrate on what I was doing and I'll admit that I got the better end of that deal. I ended up fingering her and sucking her clit while she hungrily slurped at my shaft. I was about ready to unload in her mouth when my sister climbed off me and turned around, straddling me. She slid up and down on my cock with a purposeful slowness, like she was memorizing every inch of my prick. She leaned down and kissed me, pressing her breasts into my chest, while she continued churning her hips. While we kissed she continually gasped as my cock bottomed out in her.

"Gwen, you're making me so crazy," I moaned. "You're so beautiful."

Without withdrawing, I flipped us so I was on top and I took over. Gwen raised her hips to me as my cock pushed in and out of me, churning her pussy closer and closer to explosion. Those green eyes stared up at me, so wide, and as I felt I was tipping inside them I came, my whole body flushed with tingling heat. I felt Gwen shutter beneath me and I knew she was cumming as well.

Afterward, we lay in bed together, sweaty limbs entangled, with the air conditioning blasting over our naked skin.

"I can't believe I have to go away again," Gwen sighed, absent-mindedly playing with my chest hair.

"Hopefully you won't stay away so long this time."

"Don't worry, I have a reason to look forward to coming home now."

"Good," I said, kissing her.

"What do you think is going to happen, Tony?"

"What do you mean?"

"With us. With Dad. With everything."

"I wish I had answers. I know we both want this, but is it wise? We've already been caught once before."

Gwen looked away. "And we know what happened that time."

"Right. I'm not saying we can't ever be together again. I don't want that at all. But it can't be like it was before, or even this week. I honestly don't know what's going to happen."

"What do you think is going to happen to Dad? I know what Mom told me, but I also know she can't face the fact that he might not wake up."

"Things really don't look good, Gwen. The doctors are saying it's ninety-five percent that Dad's never going to wake up, but Mom's clinging to that last five percent. I know she's going to have to accept the truth, but it's going to have to be when she's ready."

"I know. I'm not ready for him to go either. I always knew no matter what happened that Daddy was there for me, but now I feel like I'll be on my own in the world."

"You're always going to have me."

"I know, Tony, but it's not the same." She allowed herself a moment of dark humor. "Dad never made me cum like you do."

"Gwen!"

She hit me playfully. "Come on, if I don't laugh I'm going to cry. I'm just saying that in a couple weeks last summer, our lives, all of them, changed forever, and I wonder when we're finally going to understand everything that means."

"The only thing I can promise you is that we'll learn together. You, me and Mom."

~~~

The next morning Mom took Gwen back to school. Mom was gone for several days and when she returned I could tell that as happy as she was to see Gwen she was sad again when my sister left. On top of that, I could tell her vigil for Dad was taking its toll. I wanted to make her feel better, but when she suggested we go out again like last time I pleaded a heavy workload. It wasn't that I didn't want to spend time with her, but I was afraid of how I would feel.

With Gwen home I hadn't had to think about that night when Mom got so drunk, but when she started suggesting we go out again I couldn't help but remember the events of that night in vivid detail; and without Gwen there to distract me I couldn't help reacting to those thoughts. I knew when I told Mom I didn't have time it hurt her feelings, which made me especially guilty since it was all because of my sick problem and no fault of hers. Their anniversary fell in late April and things got really bad. Mom didn't leave the house except to go sit by Dad's bedside and I knew I had to do something.Just suck it up, I told myself. She needs you and it's your duty to be there.

When I told Mom we would be going out that Friday she was so excited I swear it took years off her. All of the sudden she was full of life again and it felt good to know I'd made her so happy. It took some work, but I managed to clear my schedule for the day and I planned a day in the country for Mom.

We headed up to the lake, where I planned to rent a small boat and row out to an island for a picnic. I knew it was a place that Mom and Dad frequently went when they were younger and I thought it would be a good reminder of happier days for Mom. As it turned out the weather more than cooperated. It was unseasonably warm and the sky was a perfect azure dotted with cottony clouds. We rode up in the Jag with the top down and Mom's honey blonde hair fluttered in the breeze. Mom was wearing a soft pink polo and a denim skirt that fell just above the knee and even dressed casual she was one of the most beautiful women I'd ever seen. She took my arm as if I were her escort, instead of her son, as we walked to the boat rental shack and then rode in the front of the boat while I paddled.

On the island Mom spread out the blanket on the beach and it was hard not to admire her round, heart-shaped ass in that skirt as she bent over. She knelt on the blanket and invited me over while she took items out of the big wicker basket we'd brought along. Aside from the basket we had a soft cooler bag with two bottles of wine, one of which I opened. There was pate, which I stayed away from, and several other spreads, as well as fruit salad and fresh carved ham. We ate our feast slowly, enjoying the day and each other's company. Once we finished, Mom led me on a short walk around the small island and she pointed out various places that triggered particular memories. There was a small cove on the far side, shielded by trees, and Mom shocked me by admitting that she and Dad used to go skinny-dipping at the spot when they were dating. It was uncomfortably easy to picture Mom as a young woman, about the age of my sister, prancing around on that gravel beach, her skin perfect and breasts perky, and then diving into the cool fresh water. My cock tingled and my face flushed.

"Are you embarrassed that your dear old mother used to go skinny-dipping?" She asked, laughing. "I was pretty wild in my younger days, Tony. I imagine I could easily shock you."

"Mom!"

"Maybe I should do it again, just for old times sake," she taunted. She grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up enough to expose her belly and I quickly turned away. I could hear her laughing even harder behind me. "You've probably never imagined your mother as a real woman, have you?" Little did she know I could imagine it all too easily. "It's okay to turn back around, honey. I'm not really going to do it.

I had to wait to turn around because I needed to relax below the waist, but when I did I saw Mom was red-faced from laughing so hard and her chest was heaving from breathing so hard. If I could make Mom laugh like that I didn't mind at all that it was at my expense.

We returned to the blanket and after more wine Mom stretched out on the blanket with her hands behind her head and relaxed. Her endless tanned legs stretched out from beneath that denim skirt and my eyes kept traveling between the hem and her sandals. A big part of me wished I had been around to see Mom when she was my age. She'd been a teen beauty queen and I can imagine she looked like an angel when she jumped in that water naked. And looking at her now I didn't find myself seeking that young girl because of the stunningly beautiful woman she'd grown into. Her best days were clearly not behind her.

I probably should have checked the forecast because that idyllic day didn't last forever. A storm blew in so fast and with such ferocity that before we even reacted we were caught in a torrential downpour. Running through the rain and laughing, Mom led me back into the woods and to a small rock overhang. We had to squeeze close together to be covered and kneeling there we waited until the storm blew past. When it was down to a light drizzle, we went back to the beach and packed up our things. By the time I rowed back to shore it had finally stopped raining.

Mom carried her sandals in her hand and walked barefoot back to the car. The way she giggled, the way she carried herself, it was like the clock had rolled back twenty years. Fortunately she was tipsy enough that she couldn't tell how I kept looking at her. The soaked polo clung to her like a second skin and had turned virtually transparent. I could see the pink and green floral pattern on her white bra and for the past forty-five minutes her nipples had been standing up like dark little rocks topping the mounds of her breasts. Mom just didn't seem to notice how exposed she was, although I know the kid working in the boat rental had. He didn't lift his eyes from my mother's chest once. She wasn't even concerned about getting into the Jag soaking wet. The plan had been to stop for dinner at a nice country restaurant, but neither of us was in shape for a sit down dinner so we headed home.

The storm brought cool air with it and when we got home Mom asked me to light a fire on the back porch while she changed and ordered dinner. I took a warm shower and changed into a warm up suit from the Marines and lit the fire, sipping a beer while I waited for the food delivery. Mom joined me on the patio, carrying a snifter of brandy and a decanter. She was wearing a satin lavender robe over a long, silk dressing gown.

"Aren't you going to be chilly?" I asked.

"That's what the brandy is for."

Dinner was a large white pizza, which we sat on a small table between our lounges. After we ate, Mom laid back on her lounge and stared up at the night sky, a fresh brandy in her hand. Her robe had fallen open, exposing her matching dressing gown. It was low cut and revealed much cleavage and it did not appear that she was wearing anything under the gown. I laid on my own lounge with a beer and kept stealing glances at her. I kept my left leg up so she couldn't see just how hard I was.

"Today was so wonderful, Tony. I can't remember the last time I just let go and felt so free. Being back at the lake again, being caught in the rain, days like this are what life is all about."

"I had a great time too. It made me wish I'd been around back in the day to know you and Dad."

"You would have liked your father a lot more back then, Tony. He was always ambitious, but he wasn't always so driven. There was a lightness about him then that's just not there anymore. I still love your father, but sometimes I miss the man he was. Especially given what's happened to him, I wish he'd taken more time to enjoy life. Promise me you'll never let your life be all about work."

"Don't worry, Mom, I'll never be like that. I'm not sure what I want out of life yet, but I know what I don't and I'll never let any job take over my life."

She reached over and patted my arm. "I'm glad to hear it. It's important to have your priorities straight."

Mom lay back again and stared up at the stars. Looking at my mother by the glow of the fire I wanted her so badly I ached. I knew all the beer I'd had was working on me, but I couldn't blame being drunk, not completely anyway. Everything I'd been feeling for the last few months was boiling over and I was actually afraid for the first time that I didn't have enough self-control. It was time for me to go to bed. "It's getting late, Mom, I think I'm going to head upstairs."

"You're probably right. I should be off to bed too." Mom tried to stand, but the brandy had gone to her head and she swayed on her feet. I jumped up and grabbed her before she could stumble and we both fell back onto my lounge. She was draped across my lap with her arms around me and those green eyes were looking into mine.

Without warning, all my defenses dropped and I smoothed Mom's hair back and kissed her. It was a soft, slow kiss, but was not the sort a son gives his mother. Within seconds common sense kicked in and I pulled back. "Oh my god, Mom, I'm so sorry, I don't know what happened. God," I stammered.

Mom was still staring at me, but not with shock or horror. I couldn't tell what she was thinking and then she pulled my lips back to hers and kissed me full on. At first I didn't responded, but then I felt her tongue flick across my lips and I opened them for her. Her tongue darted into my mouth and I met it with mine. It was just too mind blowing. After all these years my mother was in my arms kissing me like an old lover. This was so different than being with my sister that I didn't even have the mental tools to cope, but I did not break that kiss. Nothing could have made me break that kiss. Her arms tightened around me and her fingers ruffled my hair. She was pressing her body into mine. I grabbed a handful of her soft, round butt and kneaded it. I don't know how long we stayed in that passion embrace, but when we broke I was breathless. Mom was still kissing all over my face and again I tried to be the cool head of reason.

"We shouldn't do this, Mom. We have to stop. Think about it." What happened next shocked me.

Mom reached for my cock and squeezed it through my warm-up pants. "I know you don't want to stop, Tony. I don't want to stop. Don't make me think, just love me." She unzipped my jacket and pushed it off my shoulders and kissed my neck. Her lips felt so soft. I felt her tongue flick between her lips over my skin and shivers shot down my spine. There was no doubt I wanted her as badly as she wanted me and I wasn't going to deny myself.

Her robe was easily shed and I reached for her breast, but chickened out and put my hand on her stomach instead. Mom took my hand and put it on her breast and I felt her rock hard nipple through her nightgown. I rolled that nipple between my fingers and she jumped, sucking hard on my tongue. She pushed her hand into my warm up pants and wrapped her fingers around me. Mom played with my cock and I couldn't help moaning. I broke off the kiss and nibbled on the side of her neck, sweeping her thick hair aside. I massaged her breast and every time I teased her nipple it seemed to send shocks right through her body.

While we touched each other I eased out from under her and stood so she could lie back on the lounge. Mom took the thin straps from her shoulders and lowered her nightgown to her waist while I pulled my t-shirt over my head. She looked so sexy lying there with her big, creamy white breasts catching the flickering orange glow from the fire pit. She grabbed my warm-up pants and pulled them down. When my cock sprang into view she again took hold of it, this time with both hands and stroked it while I stood in front of her. She cupped my balls with one hand and jerked my prick with the other until a drop of precum formed on the head, which she then used to lubricate her hand. I sat beside her and she pulled me into her arms. Our kiss this time was hungrier, more passionate. After all these years, those breasts I'd fantasized about were filling my hands. They were softer than a younger woman's, like my sister's, and they had a bit more hang, but they were still sexy as hell. Her puckered nipples were a deep, dark red and fat. My mouth watered for them and I nibbled and sucked and licked them. That drove Mom crazy. She was running her fingers through my hair, pressing my face to her chest. "God, darling, yesss, yessss," she cried, urging me on. Her cries grew to a crescendo and she pulled my face back to hers for another round of kissing.

I slid my hand under her nightgown and found Mom was soaking wet. It felt like she was shaved down to a landing strip down there and for some reason I was surprised she was groomed down there. I guess I hadn't thought about it much. Her lips were swollen and her clit was easy to find, protruding between them. I teased her there and she gasped, arching her back. Wow, she had a hair trigger. I rubbed her clit in little circles and two fingers easily fit inside her slippery pussy. The third finger was a tighter fit, but Mom loved it, shoving her pussy up into my hand. She literally screamed out my name after just a few seconds and I had no doubt I'd just made my mother cum.

Mom lifted her butt so I could pull her nightgown off completely, but when I started kissing down toward her pussy, she stopped me. "I want to," I told her, but she shook her head.

"I just want you inside me, Tony. Please don't make me wait," she breathed, pulling me on top of her. She spread her legs and drew her knees back while I took my cock and slipped the head inside her. With one gentle push I fully imbedded myself in her. Mom held my face in her hands and kissed me over and over. "Yesss, darling, oooooo God!"

I put a hand under her ass to hold her in place and I found a nice, easy rhythm. I'd wanted this for so long I was going to take my time and enjoy it. Mom raised her hips to meet my every thrust, while her nails raked my back. The longer I was inside her I could feel her tightening up around me, pulling me into her. Mom looked so beautiful while we had sex. Her breasts swayed with our motion and passion transformed her face. She locked her ankles behind my knees, urging me inside her.

"Ohhhh, Mom, ohhhhh fuck, it's soooo gooooddd…"

"K…k…kitty, darling. Call me, Kitty," she moaned.

"Ohhhh Kitty," I responded and even under those unreal circumstances it felt weird calling my mother by her first name.

"Harder, darling. Do it harder!" She cried. I drove my cock into her harder as she demanded and the lounge creaked beneath us. Mom was grabbing my ass now, like she could pull me completely inside her. I felt my balls slapping between her legs. I wanted to hold out longer, but I didn't have it in me. Especially when Mom started screaming and cumming again. I pounded into her one last time and let fly deep in her pussy.

"I love you so much, Mom." I whispered as we clutched each other.

"I love you too, darling," she said dreamily. "Thank you so much."

Soon her breathing slowed and I knew she'd fallen asleep in my arms. I wanted to hold her all night, but I knew it wouldn't do to have the help arrive in the morning and find mother and son in this position. I picked her up and carried her up to her bedroom. Mom was groggy and never completely stirred as I placed her in bed. I didn't bother to dress her, but pulled the sheets over her nude body, giving my sexy mom a last lingering look for the night before going off to my own bed.

~~~

I stayed in bed the next morning until I heard activity in the house. I'd gotten very little sleep the night before and had been awake for hours, but I did not want to leave my room because I didn't want to run into my mother. What could we say to each other? What did last night mean? I could only imagine Mom laying in her room, horrified at what she'd done. At least with the housekeeper around Mom might not be willing to make a scene.

When I finally ventured into the kitchen there was coffee on, but no sign of my mother. I hunted down the housekeeper and asked where she'd gone, but all she could tell me was that she was out. I was relieved, at least for the moment. In the back of my mind I knew it would have to be dealt with. I left the house too, running some errands, all the time trying to figure out what I would say to Mom. It was late in the afternoon when I returned home and I saw the Jag in the driveway.

"Tony, is that you?" Mom called out from the living room as I came through the door.

"Yeah, I'm here." I stopped in the foyer, resisting the urge to bolt up to my room.

"Could I see you for a moment?"

"Sure, Mom."

I swallowed my dread and walked into the living room. Mom was on the couch with a book in her lap, wearing a simple pair of jeans and a polo. She looked good and I tried to look everywhere in the room except for at her.

She smiled and said, "I wanted to let you know I sent Betsy home early so we're on our own for dinner."

"Uh, okay."

"Is there anything in particular you wanted? I was thinking of making a salad and throwing a couple steaks on the grill unless you had plans to go out."

"No, I don't have any plans. That sounds good, I guess."

"You can run along then, I'll let you know when dinner is ready."

The exchange was so normal it was bizarre. I sat on my bed upstairs staring at the wall. What the hell was going on? Should I bring it up if Mom didn't? Maybe she just wanted to pretend it never happened? That would be easiest, but I didn't think it was likely. Mom did have a lot to drink, was it possible she didn't remember anything? No, she didn't seem that drunk and wouldn't she wonder why she was in bed naked? I decided the only thing I could do was to try and wait her out. She couldn't just let it go.

A little after six Mom called up to say dinner was ready. She'd set the table in the kitchen and asked me what I'd like to drink. I asked for a beer and noticed she had a glass of red wine. It looked like she was about halfway into a bottle already. She poured a beer into a pint glass from the freezer and we settled down to eat. I thought now maybe she would bring it up, but Mom just talked about the goings on at the club and asked me what I had on my agenda for the coming week. I did my best to carry my end of the conversation, but it was hard. Mom was acting almost hyper-normal, trying way too hard to ignore the elephant in the room. I know the strain was getting to her too because she made sure her glass stayed filled.

When we finished the meal I cleared the plates and Mom asked what I planned on doing for the evening. I didn't think I could stand another second sitting in that house pretending nothing had happened between us so I told her I was thinking of going out for a couple beers and to maybe shoot some pool. To my surprised Mom asked if she could come with me. I warned her the bar I went to wasn't the type of place she was used to and she said that she wasn't too stuck up for a dive bar. I could hardly tell her no, so I said she was more than welcome to join me.

Manny's was a place I'd stop at, for a beer, after work with guys from the work crew, the sort of place that mostly dealt in the rough trade, not women from the country club like my mother. After my years in the Marines I felt much more comfortable with these guys than the sort of people I grew up with. Mom had touched up her make-up, fixed her hair and changed into a soft pink sweater, but even in jeans she still didn't come close to fitting in and as soon as we walked in the eyes of the thirty or so patrons turned on us. I know the women were looking at Mom like she was some snooty bitch slumming while their men were hungrily eyeing her.

We found an open space at the bar and Mom took the stool while I stood behind her. There were a couple regulars I recognized and I said hello and Mom introduced herself as Kitty. She ordered a martini, which drew an amused look from the bartender. This wasn't a martini sort of place. I just asked for a bottled beer and stood protectively behind Mom. The jukebox was too loud to allow for regular conversation, for which I was grateful. Mom leaned back and had to get uncomfortably close for me to hear her. She asked if I was planning on shooting pool and I told her yes. When she said she would play too I told her I didn't know she played.

"I'm sure there's a lot of things you don't know about me, dear," she said.

There was a wait for the pool table, so I pushed my way through the crowded, smoky bar to put my name on the chalkboard waiting list. I knew one of the guys currently playing from work and he struck up a conversation. I glanced back toward the bar and saw Mom make her way over to the jukebox. While she was making her selections a guy, about ten years her junior joined her and even from across the room I could tell he was hitting on her. I could see Mom smiling politely, but he didn't seem to be taking the hint. I wound my way to the jukebox, with many "excuse mes" and came up behind Mom, putting a hand on her shoulder.

"There you are," I said.

"I thought you'd abandoned me," Mom said and put her arm around my waist, a move clearly designed to give the impression I was her date,not her son. I liked the gesture and immediately felt guilt for it.

"Lets get back to the bar before you lose your place." I told her. I moved to kiss her on the cheek, but she turned her head and my lips ended up on hers.

I was drinking one beer after another and perhaps noticing that, Mom slowed down nursing the same martini for as long as she could. It was a good idea, since I probably wasn't going to be in any shape to drive by the end of the evening. I even had a shot of whiskey when a friend bought me one. A couple of guys I knew were chatting up Mom, which she seemed to enjoy. Their flirting was respectful, because they thought she was my woman, not my mother, and Mom flirted back. I was just as happy to be able to lurk behind her and not have to talk. I was still wrestling my demons and trying to figure out how she could be behaving so normally.

Our turn at the pool table came up and I ushered Mom to the back of the bar where the table was. I selected cues for each of us.

"Three men groped my ass when we pushed through the crowd," Mom told me as I handed her a cue. She was surprised, but not upset.

I wanted to say,it's an ass worth grabbing, but instead replied, "In a place like this you're lucky that's all they grabbed."

I broke and started as stripes. When it was Mom's turn it was clear she hadn't played in quite sometime. She was all over the table, but nowhere near the pockets. It was a good thing we weren't calling our shots because when she finally sunk one it was only accidentally.

"Mom, you're form's all wrong," I said, gesturing with my beer, my fifth of the night, not counting what I'd had at home. "You need to get lower over the table so you can get more control over your shot."

"Like this?" She asked, leaning lower. It occurred to me that maybe she was being a lady by staying upright because when she leaned lower I could see right down the V-neck of her sweater. Her breasts were snuggled into a pink satin bra linked by a little bow in the front. I gaped at them until she looked up and then I moved around the table because it was the only way I could avoid looking down her sweater. Of course behind her all I could see was that nice round ass encased in her blue jeans. My cock began to throb.

"No, not quite."

"Help me then, Tony."

Swallowing hard, I leaned in close behind Mom, taking her in my arms. My crotch was right in her ass and I began to sweat. "Here, try to get down like this, and hold the cue more firmly," said, my face right beside hers. She pulled her arm back to shoot, pushing her ass into me and I bit back a groan. I regretted having drank so much because it was eroding my self-control. Looking up I saw a whole table full of guys looking down Mom's sweater and I envied them their view.

After getting so close to my mother, my game quickly deteriorated and we actually tied. Mom was gloating like she'd actually won and said we should have wagered on the game.

"Don't get too cocky. If we have a rematch I'll kick your ass."

"Ha! Now that I'm getting the hang of this I don't think so."

"Okay, you're on, honey."

"Don't get too full of yourself, young man," Mom told me. "You're not too big to put over my knee."

I convinced the guys following us to allow us another game, assuring them I would beat Mom quickly. They were more than happy and I think they just wanted to watch Mom bending over the pool table some more. I allowed Mom to break the second game and she did a decent job. Still, I jumped out to an early lead. It was weird, but I could have sworn that she was using her body to try and distract me. I told myself I was drunk and out of my mind, but that didn't stop me from sneaking glances when I knew she wasn't paying attention. I was so horny that I almost blew the second game, but in the end I came out on top.

"Okay, big shot you won, so what would you like?" Mom said.

"I didn't know we were betting. I'll have to think of something." The first thing that popped into my mind was to bend her over that pool table, but I don't think that's what she had in mind. I offered to buy her another drink instead.

"I think it's time to head home. You've had enough anyway."

Mom took the keys and put me into the passenger seat. I watched her in the dark as she drove and I wanted her so badly. I was so drunk I almost reached out for her. I wanted to say something, ask her what last night was, but I didn't. Instead I turned and looked out the window, trying to bottle everything up. When we reached the house Mom asked if I wanted her to put on some coffee and I said I thought it was a good idea. I sat at the kitchen table and watched her moving around. Finally something just clicked in my head and I couldn't keep it in anymore.

"Mom, what the hell is going on?"

"I'm making coffee. What do you mean?"

"Come on, Mom, you know what I mean."

A cloud passed over her face and she froze. At last she said, "I'm not sure I do."

"Last night. Do you remember what happened between us last night?" God, I hoped she did or I was going to slit my wrists.

She was facing the counter and didn't say a word. The silence stretched on and on until I thought time had stopped and finally, quietly, she said, "Yes, I remember last night. I remember everything."

More silence followed until I said, "Do you hate me?"

"Of course not, Tony. You're my son. I could never hate you."

"I'm so sorry, Mom. I don't know what I was thinking when I kissed you and then everything else followed and it just all seemed to happen."

"You have nothing to apologize for. Stop it."

"But I feel responsible."

Mom turned with tears in her eyes and leaned back against the counter. "Tony, don't. Maybe you kissed me first, but when you tried to stop I'm the one who told you not to. I seduced you."

"You didn't seduce me."

"Whatever happened, you're no more responsible for it than I am. I'd like to blame being drunk, but is there enough liquor to make a sane person sleep with her son?"

I crossed the kitchen to her and took both her hands in mine. "I'm not going to let you beat yourself up over this, Mom. We're both adults, we both knew what we were doing, but you've been on the edge lately because of everything with Dad. It's understandable that if someone reached out to you that you would reach back. And I did kiss you first."

"I don't think anyone would find last night understandable. Especially your father." She bit her lip and looked away. "The worst part, I think, is that I don't really regret it. Tony, it felt so wonderful. I haven't felt like that in so long. How horrible is that? I fucked my own son and I don't regret doing it!"

I think that was the first time I'd ever heard my mother use foul language, but I could understand it given the circumstance. I held her face and turned her back to look me in the eyes. Tears rolled down her cheeks and made her green eyes sparkle. Knowing I'd done this to her was a dagger in my chest. "Mom, listen, you are not horrible. I enjoyed it too. You have no idea how much I wanted it. You can't feel bad because no one was hurt. There were no victims here. We were just two adults alone together. I guess we needed each other."

"We could look at it that way. If it's just between us I guess it doesn't affect anyone else."

"Right, so stop crying. Everything will be alright." I wiped away her tears and brushed her hair back from her face. "I love you, Mom, and I always will."

"I love you, too." She leaned forward and I folded her into my arms, her body molded against mine. She hugged me so tightly I thought she'd never let go, but then she pulled back enough to look up at me. "You don't think it was wrong last night, so what if…"

"What if what?"

She brought my lips to her and kissed me lightly. "What if it happened again?"

"Are you sure it's what you want?" Nothing in me wanted to stop this time. I felt my cock grow thinking about making love to her again.

"It's all I want right now."

We kissed and she parted her lips for my tongue. Our kiss was just as charged and frantic as the first one we shared the night before. Mom's need was obvious, just as I'm sure she could feel my hunger for her. I had her backed up against the counter and was running my hands up and down her body, feeling her soft curves through her clothes. Her fat nipples were so hard I could feel them through two layers and as I teased them Mom trembled. I kissed all of her face, tasting the salty tears that had just stained her cheeks and moved down to kiss her neck. When I nibbled just behind she gasped my name and tickled my neck with her tongue. With her pinned against the counter I was able to grind my cock into my mother and she responded by pushing back into me.

"Tony, please, take me upstairs," Mom breathed.

I took her hand and led her up the back stairs off the kitchen to the second floor. Without thinking I headed for my room, but then I left her tug me toward her room. I didn't know how I felt about having sex with my mother in my parents' bed, but I was willing to do anything she wanted at that point. Their bed was a huge four-poster and we stood beside it, touching each other and kissing.

Mom took a step back and pulled her sweater over her head and then shed her bra. Her breasts were just magnificent. She caught me staring at her chest and smiled, saying, "I'm glad you approve." If only she knew how many times I'd fantasized about being in this position. Mom seemed to like showing off for me because she told me to sit on the bed and then made a show of pushing her jeans down her legs, leaving her in pink bikini panties. When she turned around I couldn't help myself and grabbed her beautiful ass with both hands, pulling Mom back onto my lap. She leaned back against me and I reached around to cup both her breasts. I kneaded them firmly, catching her nipples between my fingers and pulling on them. Mom put her hands over mine and rested her head on my shoulder, moaning softly. While I kept teasing her breast, I also reached down between her legs, cupping her through her panties. When I gripped her there she ground her ass into my rigid shaft and spread her legs wider. When I pushed my hand into her panties she was quite wet and her hips bucked. Her breathing grew ragged while I teased her clit and she cried out when I slipped two fingers inside her. Mom was pushing her pussy onto my fingers and I think she might have cum when she pulled off my lap and turned around to face me.

My shirt and jeans were quickly dispensed with like Mom couldn't get me naked fast enough. She straddled me on the bed and kissed all over my hard, muscular chest. I ran my fingers through her hair and held her in place when she licked my nipples. While she kissed my chest, she gripped my cock and jerked it until my precum was dripping from the head. She was slowly moving down my body and it seemed the lower she got the more tentative she became. The thought that my mother was about to go down on me blew my mind. She knelt down between my spread legs and looked up at me while using both hands to stroke me.

I didn't want to push her, but the waiting was intense. I was surprised she wanted to do it at all. I'd never thought of her as a woman that did this sort of thing. Mom licked her lips and lowered them, delicately kissing my red mushroom head and then lapping at my precum like a kitten with cream. She sucked my head and kept her eyes on mine. If she was watching for my reaction, she got what she was looking for. My eyes went wide and I moaned loudly. Damn, her mouth felt good. While she sucked she lapped at the slit in the head, sending chills through me. Seeing Mom's lips stretched around me, she looked more beautiful than ever. She gained confidence and took more and more of me in her mouth. I pushed her hair back so I could keep my excellent view, but by the time she'd swallowed over half my cock she was face down. I thought Mom would stop there, but she kept going. She didn't stop until she'd taken the whole thing into her throat. Now she was really making me nuts. I didn't want to blow my load in her mouth, but I was getting damn close. Now I don't know if that sort of thing is genetic, but Mom's technique was close to my sister Gwen's. How many guys would ever be in a position to make that sort of comparison?

"Damn, Mom, damn that's good," I exclaimed. "Ahhh…" She was moving rapidly now and I could feel my cock was soaked with her saliva. Mom seemed really into it. My balls were tightening. I was so close. I took a deep breath and pulled her mouth off me. Mom wiped her lips and smiled up at me. I pulled her onto top of me and kissed her.

"Was that good, honey?"

"The best, Mom."

"Please call me Kitty when we…when we're doing this."

We kissed and I rolled us both so I was on top of her. I pulled her panties down and threw them away and then I went to work on her breasts with my mouth. I held a jiggling breast in place and attacked it with my tongue, lips and teeth while Mom squirmed beneath me. My free hand went to her pussy and she cried out when I tickled her clit, which was again a fat, swollen bud. I gave it a light pinch and Mom's hips lifted off the bed while she dug her perfectly manicured nails into my shoulder. "Yessss," she cried. I kept my attention on her clit and breasts and Mom was on the edge of losing it, incapable of staying still. I wanted to taste her so badly and I started working down, but she stopped me like the night before.

"What's wrong, Mo—Kitty?"

"Please, Tony, just don't."

"But…"

"Please darling."

I wasn't going to force it on her, so I caught a nipple between my teeth again and pulled on it while plunging three fingers inside her. My palm grazed her clit as I fucked her with my fingers. Mom held me so tightly to her chest I thought I was going to suffocate and she fucked back hard at my hand.

"Ohhhhhh yessss, darlinggg, ooooooo…" Mom screamed. She screamed like that for about another minute and then there was no mistaking when she came. She tightened around my fingers and her nails dug deep enough to draw blood. She let out a keening cry. I wondered how often my parents used to do it, because there was no way we wouldn't have overheard this growing up, even on the other side of the house. Maybe she had great self-control when she had to.

While Mom was still shaking I lifted her legs over my shoulders and slipped my cock inside her. Damn, I don't think I'd ever felt anyone so wet. I wasted no time pounding away at her, my balls slapping her butt. Her breasts were jiggling like crazy and Mom grabbed them, fingering her own nipples. I had her by the hips and actually lifted them off the bed, which really gave me the traction to ram down into her.

"Yes yes yes yes yes, ohhhh darling yesssss, just…like…that…" Mom wailed.

"Damn, Mom," I yelled, and then remembered what she'd said. "Jesus Kitty, you feel so good." I would've thought making love to my mother would be gentle, but it seemed for her, the harder the better. She released her breasts and was now clawing at the sheets while she threw her head back and squeezed her eyes shut. Her screaming reached a crescendo and she reached her second orgasm of the night. However, I wasn't quite done. I released her legs, pushing them as wide apart as I could and leaned down over her so I was pile driving my cock straight down into her. Her nipples grazed my chest as I held my body over hers and she wrapped her arms around me, nails digging into my back.

"Fuuuccckkkkk, Kittyyyyy, fuuuuuuckkkk!"

"God yes! Ohhhhhhhhhh Tooonnyyyyyy!"

It felt like every ounce of energy in my body collapsed into a ball and then blasted into my mother. I exploded and pumped my seed deep inside her while she wailed and came one last time. She wrapped her arms and legs around me and clung to me while every last drop drained inside her. We kissed, breathlessly, until she released me and I rolled onto my back. I took her hand and we lay there, side by side, staring up at the ceiling.

~~~

I turned over and blinked, trying to adjust my eyes to the bright morning light streaming into the room. I was surprised to find I was alone. Mom asked me to stay with her last night and we fell asleep in each other's arms, but now I awoke in my parent's bed alone. I stretched and then heard the shower in the master bathroom going. Okay, so I wasn't quite alone.

In the harsh morning light there were so many things to think about. Was this going to be a new thing between Mom and me? Or was it a two-night stand? Emotionally I wasn't sure what I wanted. Was I now fucking every female member of my family? If so I had an aunt in the Midwest who wasn't bad looking, maybe I should grab a flight out there? It was all just too weird to be true. Last summer it had been my sister and now it was my mother. Somehow sleeping with Gwen wasn't quite as mind bending as this was. Sleeping with Mom just made everything so complicated. There had to be a reckoning somewhere down the line.

The shower shut off and I could hear Mom moving around in the bathroom, so I stayed put. I was curious as what she had to say. She couldn't possibly pretend nothing happened this time. She took her time, but finally emerged with a big, fluffy green towel wrapped around her torso. Her towel dried hair hung down and she was so beautiful freshly scrubbed clean.

"Good morning, Tony. I was wondering if I should just let you sleep."

"It's a Sunday. There's no reason to leap out of bed."

"True. The housekeeper doesn't come in today. I think finding you naked in my bed would raise her eyebrows." Mom sat at her vanity and brushed out her hair. "How do you feel about going to the club for brunch?"

"Brunch sounds good. I'm so hungry I don't even care if we go to the club."

Mom put down her brush and sat on the bed beside me, laying a hand on my chest. "You did work up quite an appetite last night."

"I'm just glad you enjoyed yourself."

"It was amazing, darling. It's been so long since I've felt like that. I felt so alive. I hope you don't think I'm a terrible slut."

"Never."

"I've just been so lonely for months. Even before your father's incident, really. I don't know how much I should be telling you, but I want you to understand."

"I think after what we've shared, Mom, you can tell me anything."

"I love your father and I want to make sure you know that, even if I am being disloyal to him with you. But for the last few years he's been consumed by his work. It's like the sweet, loving man I married is gone. We hadn't made love for quite some time before his stroke and even then I seduced him into it and it did not last very long. I suspected he might be having an affair, but I don't want to think he would be capable of something like that."

"Dad loved you, Mom. You were his world." She looked at me when I referred to him in the past tense.

"I know he loves me. But that makes things even harder. We just couldn't connect anymore. And now this is happening and it feels so good, it's almost like a drug. Maybe because it's so forbidden. All I know is that I am completely all right with what we're doing. Are you?"

"I am. I know it's weird, but I really am. I guess I should be honest with you, too. I've thought about this before. I mean, all of this happening. I swear it isn't anything I ever thought would happen and I never had any plan to make it happen. It's just that I realized how sexy you are and I couldn't stop myself from thinking certain things." It was hard to admit and even given what happened I couldn't be sure how she would react to my revelation.

"It's okay, Tony. I'm not shocked. When you got into your teens sometimes I would catch you looking at me a certain way. I know your friends were always practically undressing me with their eyes and I'll admit that part of me enjoyed that attention. It was nice to know that even though I was a mother of two, I still had it. But I felt guilty about you because I felt like I must have done something to cause it. Maybe my clothes were too revealing or I shouldn't have worn a bikini around the pool."

"No, really, it's wasn't your fault. I was just a little perv."

"You are not a pervert. If you are, what does that make me?"

"A very, very sexy woman."

"I can tell you think so," Mom said with a laugh. She slipped her hand beneath the sheet where my cock had grown to half-staff. She lightly stroked it. I couldn't help my reaction because the towel barely covered her and when she shifted I got a nice peek between her legs.

I pulled the knot out of Mom's towel and it dropped away. Cupping a heavy breast, I thumbed a nipple into arousal. "I have to ask you something. Where you using your body to distract me during our game last night?"

"Not consciously, but yes, I think I must have been. I was totally aware that I was distracting you." She had her fist wrapped around my thick shaft, which was now throbbingly hard.

Pulling back the sheet, Mom laid down on the bed beside me, head toward my feet. She propped her head up on her hand so my cock was right in front of her. She parted her legs for me and I began to similarly explore her.

"You have a beautiful body, darling. You've grown<./I> into quite a man." She licked the precum off my head.

"Mmm, that feels so good, Mom. Uh, sorry, Kitty." I didn't know if I was going to be able to get a hang of the name change thing. I spread her lips apart and traced a finger between them, seeing her red clit growing darker and puckered. Mom shivered as I touched her.

"I'm glad," she said, licking and kissing my prick between words. "It's been forever since I've done this. Your father wasn't interested in preliminaries anymore. But I tried to be a good girl when I was younger and got quite a bit of experience at this. It was a good way to keep the boys from pushing for more." She swallowed my shaft, taking about half of it in and leisurely sucking it.

"I can see why," I told her.

Mom's head was bobbing very slowly, like she was enjoying what she was doing and taking her time. I know I was enjoying it. She'd just about let me slip from her lips and then she'd go down again, taking me even deeper. While she did that I teased her clit with one hand and slowly fingered her with the other. She quickly grew wet enough to take two of my fingers easily. Her breathing became heavy and as she got more aroused her sucking became more erratic. I lightly kissed her thighs, while working my way up them. I was hoping Mom would let me taste her this time. The scent from between her thighs was so enticing.

Taking my cock from her mouth and catching her breath, Mom said, "Tony, what are you trying to do?"

"Mom, why won't you let me go down on you?"

"I don't know, it just seems odd to let you do that."

"Uh, what have you been doing?"

"I know," she grinned, kissing my cock once again. "But I know it's just a thing men do because they think they have to. When we first got married your father would try it, but only for as long as he had to."

"Trust me, Kitty, this isn't something I have to do. I really, really want to do this. Just give it a chance."

She still looked unsure, but she nodded and closed her eyes, going back to pleasuring me. I brushed my lips over hers and kissed her down there. Her little landing strip was barely there and I knew she must have just shaved in the shower. Her clit was such an easy, obvious target, that I ignored it at first, instead tracing my tongue over her lips and dipping inside her. Mom sucked me hard and I felt her moan around my shaft. She tasted wonderful and I slipped my tongue deeper for more. I used my thumbs to spread her open and I painted every inch of her pussy with my tongue. She was the one having trouble using her mouth now and Mom was more jerking me off than sucking me. I worked my way up to her clit and attacked it with rapid flicks of the tongue. Mom pulled her mouth off of me and wailed out loud.

"Ohhhhhhhh Gooddddddd! Ohhhhh…"

Clearly I was the one in control now and I liked it. I circled her clit over and over with my tongue, finding just the right touch to send her into the stratosphere. When I sucked on her clit while licking it, that did the trick. I added two fingers to her pussy and the combination sent her spiraling out of control. Mom locked her thighs around my head and ground her pussy into my face.

"Ttttooooonnnnyyyyyy!!!!" She screamed. This was definitely the hardest I'd seen her cum yet. Mom was actually pounding her fist into the bed as her passion gripped her.

I rolled onto my back and pulled her on top of me, into a ‘69' position. Gripping her ass, I pulled her pussy down into my face where she couldn't buck away from me. When sense returned to her, Mom grabbed my cock again and stuffed it into her mouth. She sucked me like a woman possessed, determined to drain me dry. She kept trying to pull her pussy away from me, but I held her fast. I know she wanted to suck me and my licking was making it hard, but I wasn't ready to let go. But Mom kept it together, burying her nose in my balls and sucking until her cheeks hollowed out. Being fully engulfed was too much and I tried to warn her that I was going to cum, but her pussy muffled me and I shot my load right down her throat. Mom took every drop and kept right on sucking until I made her cum again and she flopped around on top of me like a rag doll.

"Darling, please," she gasped. "It's too much, I need a breather."

I released her and we cuddled together in bed, laying naked in the sunlight. Mom was still softly moaning as she caught her breath and I could feel her wetness pressed against my thigh.

"Oh my God, Tony. I had no idea anything could feel like that. It never felt like that before. I'm sorry I stopped you before. If you kept going I don't think I'd ever let you out of bed."

"I don't have a problem with that," I laughed.

But we were both starving, so eventually we did get up and dress and go to the club. At first it was strange being in public together where people knew us, because we had to ignore our new intimacy. I know I wanted to grab Mom and kiss her, but I restrained myself. That night, however, I let her know just how much I wanted her while we were out.

After that, I spent every night in my mother's bed. I was up and gone for work before the housekeeper showed up in the morning, so that wasn't a problem, though she had to wonder why my bed was never slept in, or perhaps why Mom's bed always reeked of sex. Mom was an insatiable lover once she was unleashed and I think only a younger man like myself would have been able to keep up with her. I didn't have to fight to go down on her anymore, in fact, sometimes that was all she wanted. Our time together also became something of a sexual education for my mother as it seemed my father hadn't been a very inventive lover. Mom told me they only ever made love in the missionary position or with her lying face down on the bed while he thrust in from behind. Mom was only too happy to explore new positions with me. There was one night in particular almost three weeks after that first weekend together.

It had been a particularly frustrating day at work and I was looking forward to seeing Mom that evening. She had a way of making all my tension disappear. But although her car was there, she didn't seem to be home. I went into the kitchen to grab a beer and found a note that said,meet me in the pool house. Okay, this seemed interesting. It wouldn't be the first time Mom surprised me. She especially liked wearing sexy lingerie for me.

Our pool house is really more like a guesthouse, with a bar, a small kitchenette and a pull out sofa. Back in high school I'd taken more than one girl out to the pool house for some fun. I wondered if maybe she was waiting for me in a skimpy bikini or something like that.

What I found in the pool house was a brand new pool table and my mother standing beside it, looking hot as hell. The table was dark mahogany, with netted pockets, but with Mom standing there I really didn't notice the table. She was wearing a black leather skirt that fell just above the knee and hugged her ass and fishnet stockings with spiked heels. She also wore a clinging white cardigan that buttoned down the front and she'd only buttoned the four buttons over her breasts, leaving a valley of cleavage and her stomach showing. It's a testament to her workout schedule and great genes that Mom could pull that off the way she did in her late forties. Her hair was teased out and her make-up applied heavier than usual. She was completely vamped out.

"So do you like the surprise?" She giggled.

"I don't think I have ever wanted anyone more in my life. Wow!"

"I meant the pool table, silly."

"There's a pool table in the room?"

"Very funny. I thought that if I am going to beat you when we go back to that bar I am going to have to practice, so we needed a table of our own. I also thought that if we're going back there I needed an outfit that would blend in. I don't want to stand out."

"Oh, you'll blend in like that, but you'll definitely stand out. I'm going to have to beat the men off with a pool cue."

"You say the sweetest things, darling. So how about a game? I've been practicing all day."

"Stakes?"

"If I win I want a weekend away, someplace where no one knows us. I was thinking somewhere in the Caribbean. You can tear yourself away for a long weekend."

"And if I win?"

"Anything you want, darling."

"You shouldn't have told me that," I said with an evil smile.

Mom offered to break and right away I could see the fruits of her practice. She sank a solid and a stripe on the break and chose solids, proceeding to sink three more before I got a shot. I sank two, but that still left Mom ahead. I would have made my third shot if she hadn't chosen that moment to lean over the table and get a better look at my shot. I looked right down her cardigan into that endless valley of cleavage and blew my shot. "Is it my turn?" She innocently asked. Mom behaved that way through the whole game, however despite her antics we stayed neck and neck and I won when she mistakenly sunk the eight ball.

"Good game, Mom. I can tell you've been practicing."

"Thank you. How about best two out of three?"

"Fine with me," I said, fetching another beer from the mini fridge behind the bar. Mom had a glass of merlot she'd been sipping throughout the game.

Through the second game Mom stayed up to her tricks and while I enjoyed the view, it was distracting. She sat on one of the barstools while I took a crucial shot, providing a view up her leather skirt and of course I missed. It was close again, but Mom won the second game, leaving me to wish I had a way to distract her.

"Looks like we are all tied up, darling. This game will decide it. I hope you don't mind if I get more comfortable for this game. These tight clothes are restrictive," Mom said, unbuttoning the cardigan, not that it had many fastened. She pulled off the sweater and my jaw bounced off the floor. She was wearing a black lace merry widow that was very sheer and thrust her breasts up to provide that fantastic cleavage. She unzipped the skirt and shimmied out of it to show the garter straps that held up her fishnet stockings, with little bows at the fasteners. Her heels and the tiniest black lace bikini panties completed the outfit. She posed with a hand on her hip, looking every inch the sex goddess she was.

"That's much better, don't you think?"

I didn't have the words to answer because I don't think there was any blood flow left to my head at all. We only got about halfway into the third game when I said, "Fuck it, you win," and grabbed her. Mom threw her cue away and wrapped her arms around me. She looked so good I barely knew where to start. Mom knew what she wanted, though. She practically ripped the buttons out of my shirt getting it off of me and then removed my pants. Once I was naked she knelt down in front of me and swallowed my cock while staring up at me with those smoldering green eyes. She'd gotten very good at sucking my cock and bobbed up and down on it easily. Raising my shaft, Mom licked and then sucked my balls, a little trick that I'd taught her. She slipped me back between her ruby red lips and I gently held the back of her head while I thrust forward into her mouth.

Hoisting Mom up onto the edge of the pool table, I pushed her legs apart and knelt on the floor between them. I didn't want to mess with the garters and her panties were skimpy, so I just pulled them aside and circled her clit with the tip of my tongue. She'd shaved for the occasion and her smooth, bare pussy made me think of my sister. Mom was leaning back on the pool table on her elbows and pushing her hips at my face while digging her heels into my back. She was juicy like a ripe pear and I eagerly lapped at her, drinking down her nectar. When I sucked on her lips and fucked my tongue inside her Mom screamed out my name and grabbed a handful of my hair. Through barely able to breath I kept flicking my tongue inside her. She lifted her butt off the pool table, riding my shoulders, and wailed as she came and came.

My whole face was soaked and sticky, but that didn't stop Mom from kissing me when I pulled her up from the felt. She held my head in both hands and forced her tongue into my mouth, not that I was resisting. Her hand was wrapped around my cock and I know she wanted to pull it into her, but I had other ideas. Oddly, to that point we'd never done it anyway other that the missionary position. Even though we'd made love outside by the pool and in the living room, it was still always in the traditional position or close to it. I know a lot of the time Mom was pulling me on top of her before I could do anything else, but this time I planned to fulfill a fantasy I'd had about pool tables. I helped her off the table and spun her around, bending her over the edge. In her spiked heels, Mom was the perfect height and her ass looked great framed by those garters. This time I ripped those brand new panties and pushed her legs farther apart. God, it felt so good when I sank my shaft into her. Mom had her hands on the edge of the pool table and was still mostly upright, so I put a hand on her shoulder while I pushed inside her. She craned her head around and we kissed while we moved. But I wanted more power, so I put a hand on her back and pushed her face down on the felt. Now that round ass was high in the air and I could really go to work on it.

"God, Tony, you feel so big this way. You're so deep," Mom moaned, wiggling her ass while I grabbed the garters like reins. I slammed forward harder and harder and the sounds of our flesh slapping together filled the pool house. "God darling, harder. Harder!" She cried. I grabbed her jiggling cheeks and roughly kneaded them. "Yessss, yesss. Ohhh yesss!"

"Tell me, Kitty," I ordered. "Tell…me."

"Whaaaat…"

"What you want." I grunted. "Tell me what you want."

"I want you, darlingggg. I want youuu."

"No, Mom, say it! Say it dirty!" Oh my God, I was on fire. I felt like the most powerful man in the world.

"Fffff…ffffuck me," she moaned, the first time tentative. But then, "Fuck me, Tony! Oh God, fffuuuccckkk me, darlingggg. Fuck me! Fuck me! God, fuck me hard!"

There it was, my knees trembled and my cum boiled in my balls, but I didn't want it to end. No, not yet. Mom kept begging me to fuck her and I wanted to keep slamming away. I fought off my orgasm as long as I could and she came at least twice that I was sure of. Her screams reached a fever pitch and as she came a third time I let go, flooding her. I kept fucking her until I was drained and I grew too soft to keep going. I didn't stop until I absolutely had to and then I helped her up from the pool table.

We both had trouble standing and lay together on the couch.

"That was so good, darling. You're a revelation every time," Mom said, her head resting on my chest.

"I wish I knew you liked it from behind sooner."

"Mmm, I wishI'd known I liked it sooner. I've been missing something."

"You never had it from behind before? Not at all?" I could understand if she'd never been bent over anything and fucked, but not even on her knees?

"No. Your father wasn't much for trying new things and I didn't have too much sexual experience before him."

"There are all kinds of things you might like then, as long as you want to try."

"There's no time like the present."

Mom had been toying with my flaccid cock while we talked, but now she slid down the couch and started licking and kissing my prick. She gave it nice, long licks, like on an ice cream cone, and I grew. I grew even more when she put me in her mouth and sucked on me. I grew until Mom's lips stretched around me and I was pushing down the back of her throat. Only when I was steel did she release me.

Pulling her ruined panties free of her garters, Mom remarked, "Those cost almost seventy-five dollars, darling."

"I'll buy you all the panties you want if I get to rip them off."

She leaned over and kissed me while grinding her pelvis against mine. I could feel her wetness soaking me. I pulled the straps off her shoulders and folded the merry widow down to just under her breasts. They filled my hands and I vigorously massaged them. Mom held my head and fed her breasts to me, dipping a nipple between my lips for me to suck and then feeding me the other. She seemed to like being in control and I let her go with it. She slid back and reached between us, grasping my prick. It being her first time, Mom had trouble and I lent a hand. Once we were lined up, Mom slid down on my shaft, taking her time impaling herself. She had to take a moment to adjust to how full she felt and to gain her balance, but once she did, she smiled.

"God, that's wonderful. I can feel every inch of you, darling. You're even deeper than before."

Mom started by just moving her hips, moving in a circle and then back and forth. I could see her clit grinding against me and the astonished look on her face told me how much Mom was enjoying it. I pinched and pulled her nipples while she worked her hips and the whimpers turned to moans. She leaned forward, with her hands on my chest, and started working her hips up and down. She could only let me out about halfway before sliding back down, but that seemed to be enough. She bit her lower lip and closed her eyes and rode faster and faster. She leaned even further forward and got better traction. Her pussy felt awesome, sliding up and down on my cock. I could feel her tighten around me every time she bottomed out. Mom pushed off my chest and sat straight up on my cock again and I took hold of her hips and helped her raise and lower on my shaft. I told her to lean back and rest on her hands. Doing as she was told, Mom was reclined backward now while thrusting her hips forward. I ran my hands up her stocking covered legs and held her waist. I lifted her until I was just about to slip out and slammed her back down. Mom screamed and I did it again and again.

"Ooooooo...Toonnyyyy…ooooooooo…God! YES! YES! Yes!" Mom was screaming her lungs out. She had to be cumming. She looked like she was losing her mind. She grabbed my wrist and pulled herself up, pleading, "It's too much, can't handle anymore, darling."

But having cum earlier, I wasn't done yet. When I took hold of Mom and turned her around she didn't question me, she just moved. I turned her around on her knees, with her elbows resting on the armrest and I entered her from behind again. I just loved the way her ass looked, giant, a big heart, when I fucked her from behind. Her breasts swayed beneath her as I slammed her pussy. I didn't hold back at all and Mom was just moaning and moaning as I gave her her first taste of doggy style. It was so tempting to smack that jiggling ass, but I held back.

"Fuck me, Tony! Fuck me, darling! Ohhh fuck me hard!" Mom begged.

I fucked her from behind for another five minutes or so until Mom came again and I joined her. I pulled out and let loose my last blast on her beautiful ass. I collapsed on top of her and we lay on the couch, panting and exhausted. I couldn't believe how hard and long Mom kept going. She put women half her age to shame.

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Life settled into an easy, comfortable routine. At work, I'd learned enough of the business that the men who'd worked for my father began to trust my judgment and not question me at very turn. It helped that I had the sense to say so when I didn't know something. At home, life with Mom was great. Weird as it sounds, we were almost like a couple. We did plan that weekend away and made sure to have a pool night at least once a week. I was happier than I'd ever been.

But there were still things to settle. Firstly, Gwen was due to come home from school and I knew I could have a situation on my hands. Neither Mom nor my sister knew I was sleeping with the other one. Mom had already told me I was going to have to go back to sleeping in my bedroom and that we would have to sneak around while Gwen was home. I knew I should tell Gwen what was going on between Mom and I, but I didn't know where to begin. I didn't even occur to me to tell Mom about Gwen. That was something I hoped could just stay buried. I did know I wouldn't feel right sleeping with Gwen and Mom at the same time, sneaking behind their backs, so I had to do something.

Secondly, there was still my father to consider. Mom was still going to see him and she did not want to hear anything negative about his condition, so I met with the doctors when she wasn't around. I was frankly told that he would never regain consciousness and the humane thing to do was to turn the machines off and let him go. It wasn't a decision I could make and I didn't even feel like I could advise Mom on it anymore either since I was sleeping with her. When I did finally broach the subject, she took it much better than I thought she would.

"I know there's very little chance your father is going to come out of it, but I cannot bring myself to say that and turn off the machines, Tony. I feel like as long as his heart is beating; there is always a chance of a miracle. And besides, I don't think it's right, considering our relationship. I think there would always be a part of me that questioned why I made the decision." Mom said. We decided to move Dad to a long-term care facility and put it in God's hands.

The other complication actually took care of itself and all I had to so was sit back and listen. At the end of the semester, Gwen shipped her things back home and took a plane. I picked her up at the airport and was so glad to see her when she came through the gate. She ran into my arms and I picked her up off the ground, spinning her around in a hug.

"I'm so happy to see you, big brother. I missed you so much." Gwen gushed, giving me a kiss somewhere between lover and sibling.

"I'm glad you're back too. Look at you, Gwen, I know it's only been a few months, but you look so mature. Could you have changed so much?"

"Coming back for Spring Break did me a lot of good. I think I've done a lot of growing up."

He got her backs from the pick up and headed for home.

"Tony, I want to talk about something, but I don't know how to say it." Gwen said, staring straight ahead and suddenly very serious. Funny, I had the same sentiment on my mind.

"You don't have to be nervous, Gwen. You can tell me anything."

"I hope so. I want you to know I love you very much and I'll always remember the time we spent together. Being with you was my fantasy come true."

"Gee, is my sister breaking up with me?" I joked, trying to defuse her tension.

"The thing is, I met someone at school."

I felt like a load had been lifted off me and I hoped I didn't sound too relieved when I said, "That's great. Really, I mean it. I want you to be happy, Gwen."

"But if I'm with someone else, I don't think I should be with you."

"I know and I understand. Remember, we talked about this and agree we couldn't hold each other back."

"I'm glad you're not upset. I don't know if I would have handled it so well if you told me you were with someone else."

And I'm not going to tell you, I thought. "Your happiness is most important, Gwen. I love you."

"I love you too, big brother."

So I got out of it without ever telling Mom or Gwen about each other. While Gwen was home for the summer we kept things on the down low, although fortunately she spent a lot of time flying out to see her new boyfriend. Mom and I went on that vacation in the islands and it was so nice to be able to be out and not hide what was going on. I even convinced Mom to go topless on the beach!

In the end Dad got what he wanted, to much more of an extent than he ever could have dreamed. I'd taken my place at the head of the company and at the head of the family. I even took my father's place in his bed. And I learned to accept my destiny and not run away from it. I would have never guessed it when I first came back home, but everyone turned out happy and I hoped that somewhere, somehow my father could accept what happened and be content that everything was taken care of.

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