**Sorry for the wait. Had some health issues. Thanks to my editor. She knows who she is. Enjoy!**
*****
Becca soaked in the tub while I changed the sheets on my bed and made up the couch for myself. My large cock had hurt her pretty bad and all she wanted to do was relax in a warm bath. While I was making up the beds, evil Peter started talking again.
"Well, I guess congratulations is in order... not too shabby... way to finally lose our virginity," he said.
"Thanks for not interfering... I didn't know if you would keep the promise."
"A bet's a bet, dweeb... I lost."
"I told you Tiffany didn't want anything to do with us."
"Yeah, because you fucked it up the first time. If I would have stayed in control, she'd be eating out of our hand and dying for our cock every second. Now I have my work cut out for me... but I guess that's okay, now that Becca is out of commission for a while."
"What do you mean?"
"Seriously? Your tore her up... why do you think she's in the tub right now... she'll not want to do anything for a week at least, maybe more until she heals."
"I couldn't help it," I said.
"I know, don't sweat it... we've got plenty of other prospects... your mom being top priority, basically already begging for it."
"But, she's my mother... that's messed up."
"She's also a hot milf and one that's been wasting away with no one to see to her needs. Oh yeah, she's begging for it. She would have fucked us already if you hadn't been a virgin at eighteen. Pathetic."
I ignored him, finished the bed and couch and went to check on Becca. The bath was running again when I knocked on the door and let myself in.
"You okay in here?" I asked.
"Yes, thank you... just warming the water again," she said.
The shower door was closed, so I couldn't see much more than her blurry form lying in the warm water.
"Can I get you anything?" I asked.
"Yeah, like my cock in your mouth?" evil Peter said in my head.
"No thank you... I'm fine," Becca said.
I wanted to walk to the door and slide it back so I could see her naked again, but I didn't know how she would react.
"Okay, well if you need anything let me know," I said.
"Okay, oh... I do need something... I need a razor and probably a tooth brush if I'm staying here. I don't really want to have to go home and get it with my mother and all."
"Right... okay... I'll see what I can do."
I left the bathroom. The toothbrush was easy enough... we had extra of those since we got one from the dentist every six months. A razor was a different story. We'd have to go buy one at the store. Pulling out my phone, I texted my mother to see if she could stop at the store on the way home from work and get one for Becca. Mom didn't reply... Mr. Howell must have her really busy. I thought about walking to the corner convenience store, but it was well after dark and getting late. I didn't live in the best of neighborhoods.
It was about that time when Tiffany came back home. She walked in the door, saw me and scowled.
"Where's Mom?"
"Work," I replied.
"What? Why?"
"She got called in. Mr. Howell can't do anything for himself."
"What a jerk, Saturday night? Pompous ass."
"I want to apologize," I began.
"Save it, little brother... I don't want to hear it!" she said, putting up her hand.
"It's since I hit my head... I've been acting weird I know," I tried again.
"Is someone here?" she asked, hearing the water in the bathtub."
"Yeah... It's Becca... she's kind of staying with us for a few days... it's a long story."
"Oh, great! The house wasn't small enough to begin with... I really need to move out," she said, walking to her room.
"Tiffany... I'm really sorry about..."
"I said... save it, Peter," she said, turning back around and rushing toward me.
"You can't mess with a girl like you did... I was... oh never mind... it's over."
"You were what?" I asked.
"If you must know, Peter... I was intrigued with your... well your penis... I had a weak moment and made a mistake... and then your reaction after I... well you know... it hurt."
"I'm sorry."
"You should be... it was your idea... you started it and I was being nice for once, knowing you've had limited experience with women and then you treat me like that... after... after... I sucked your..."
She seemed flushed and was possibly remembering what she had done and it was having an effect on her.
"Where's Becca going to stay?" she asked, changing the subject.
"My room for now... I'm on the couch," I said.
"Fine... better than her in my room," Becca said, going to her room.
"Fuck if I didn't just see that," evil Peter said, as we watched her walk away.
"Don't start."
"Oh, it's evident. She's got it bad for our cock. She could barely talk about it without salivating. I bet she's so wet right now."
"Shut up! I don't want to hear that about my sister."
"Dude, you know she's hot... remember the shower... fuck! Her body is incredible. We're going to play this cool... let her keep thinking about it... let her desire stew and then she'll practically be dying for it when I make my move again."
"Never going to happen," I said... but I think he knew I was nervous.
**
I was asleep on the couch, Becca was in my room and I heard my mother finally come home. The glowing numbers on the microwave in the kitchen said 3:21. She locked the front door again and walked quietly over to the sofa I was lying on, probably to check on me.
"Home finally?" I asked.
"Peter, I'm sorry I woke you... yes, we finally got the proposal done... that man is impossible some times," she said.
"I hope he's paying you overtime."
"He'll figure some way out of that too," she said, sitting down on the couch next to me and running her fingers through my hair.
"How's Becca?" Mom asked.
"She's good, sleeping comfortably in my bed. Something happened, Mom... while you were gone."
"What?" She asked.
"We... well we had sex... I'm not a virgin anymore."
"Oh... oh my... well, Peter... that was quick... your first day with a girlfriend and you're already having sex. My my."
"It kind of just happened, when we were making my bed up."
"Is she okay? With how... large you are... I can..."
"She soaked in the tub for over an hour after but she said she's okay."
"I see... I can imagine... your father wasn't my first and he still... never mind," she said.
It was dark and so I couldn't see Mom's face very well, just an outline of her. She tossed my hair, kissed my forehead and told me to go back to sleep. She seemed really warm and I think her hand was trembling. She got up from the couch and headed to her room.
I fell asleep but then something... a noise, woke me up again. It was only ten minutes later. I sat up on the couch and listened to see if I could hear it again. I didn't, but I heard something else and I had no idea what it was, but it was coming from down the hall, my mother's room. I got up, curious, and walked down to her door quietly. Some kind of humming noise was coming from inside... it would get loud and then quiet, loud and then quiet. It took my evil personality to figure out what it was.
"Seriously, dude?... she's fucking herself with a vibrator... right now, as you stand out here listening."
"Oh, fuck... I think you're right," I said, feeling a little ill but my cock still moved in my pajama bottoms.
I couldn't sleep naked on the couch like I normally do. I was about to walk away, quickly back to the couch when I suddenly didn't have control of my body again.
"This isn't right... I told your mother that I would be there for her when she needed release and now she's using a vibrator instead. She agreed," he said, reaching out for the doorknob.
"No... don't... she's fine... leave her alone!" I screamed.
"No, no way... she and I had a deal," he said opening the door.
"Who's there," Mom said, trying to turn off the vibrating toy but having difficulty as we stepped inside her room.
"It's me... Peter."
"What do you need, Peter?" she asked.
"Mom... I know what you're doing. You woke me up with that thing and I thought we had an arrangement?" he said.
"It's so late, Peter I didn't want to bother you."
"Helping my mother isn't a bother," he said, walking to the side of the bed.
Screaming did no good, begging did nothing either so I was helpless to stop him. He sat on the edge of her bed and turned on her nightstand lamp. She had the covers pulled up over her and looked a little embarrassed.
"I thought I waited long enough so you were asleep again, but I dropped the toy... it turned on and was really loud," she said, giggling.
That's what woke me up.
"Can I see it?" he asked.
Mom brought her hands up from the covers and in one was a six inch long and one inch in diameter pink vibrator with a black endcap. It was much smaller than our cock.
"It's all I have," she said, handing it to us.
"Not enough, I'm sure," he said, turning it on and then off. It was still wet from her sex.
"It's okay in emergencies," she said.
Of course our cock was growing quickly in my pajama bottoms, talking about this and holding a vibrator covered in vaginal juices will do that to you. He set it down on the nightstand and turned back around to my mother.
"I'm no longer a virgin... I can see to your needs now like we discussed. Did you forget?" he asked, reaching out and caressing my mother's hair and forehead.
"I did not forget... its just so late and we really shouldn't, Peter."
"I thought we were past the 'shouldn't' part, especially after last time... you wanted me... I wanted you but we only waited because I was a virgin and you wanted me to experience my first time with Becca. That's happened now.
Our cock was rock hard again, the fucking thing, and before Mom could even say anything he shimmied out of our pajamas and underwear, revealing our huge cock to Mom. She swallowed hard and licked her lips unknowingly.
"This is what you need, not that tiny vibrator... let me help you," he said.
Mom's hands were trembling, her breathing had increased. She only hesitated for a brief second before throwing the covers off of her naked body and pulling us down onto her. Our flesh met hers, her large breasts pressed against our chest, our cock between her legs, arching up over her stomach. Evil Peter locked eyes with her, the look of lust on her face was clearly present.
"I'm ready for you, Peter," she said.
"Please don't do this! We can't go back from this! A blowjob and tittyfuck is one thing but full on sex with my mother! Please! We can't take it back!"
"Why would I want to take it back? This is just the beginning of a kick ass arrangement!" he said back in my head.
I had to watch, I had to feel... I was an unwilling participant as he moved our body backwards, letting our cock fall lower between Mom's legs. Their eyes were locked again as he moved forward and I felt everything as our cock entered my mother's extremely wet, warm pussy. Impossible pleasure engulfed our cock as inch after inch disappeared into my mother's body. Her head fell back in a lustful, hungry, yearning moan as if she'd been waiting for this forever and it was finally happening. She took every inch with ease, enveloping our cock in pleasure that easily rivaled Becca's tight virgin sex. It felt so good I fell silent from my screaming that turned into a moan of pleasure. The woman below me was no longer my mother, it was the only way I could cope with what we were doing.
Evil Peter, let out a moan of his own, held our cock deep and basked in the pleasure that was my mother. His hands grabbed both of her breasts, squeezing them together and leaning over to nibble on both as he held our long cock deep inside Mom. Not my mother! This was some gorgeous older woman with huge breasts and hot, wet pussy I was fucking. Not my mother. The older woman, grabbed our ass and pulled us even deeper which I didn't think possible. She let out another hungry moan as evil Peter sucked and nibbled on her nipples.
"Oh, Peter... It's so big... just like your father's," she said.
She eased up on our ass and evil Peter pulled half of our cock from her soaked sex before easing it back into her, only to hold it deep once again. The older woman moaned and called us by name in my mother's voice... the pleasure surged through our hands, mouth and cock as evil Peter continued licking and fondling her breasts. Pulling more out this time, he slammed his cock home faster then we'd ever moved before, not afraid of hurting her like I was Becca. The increased speed caused me to groan in pleasure and for the woman to cry our name... my illusion was failing me. Her voice was my mother... I was fucking my mother and I was enjoying it. A lot
"That's it, sweetie... give it to me... give mommy that big hard cock, Peter," she said, driving me crazy.
It felt so good I didn't care anymore that it was my mother. I was loving it, loving how fast I could fuck her, how deep my cock went into her, how I felt with her nipples in my mouth and my cock pounding away at her incredible pussy. It was different than with Becca. Mom's pussy moved and contracted, milking my cock with each thrust, she was no virgin, no novice, she knew exactly what she was doing and how to use her body and sex to her advantage. I was experiencing mind-blowing pleasure I'd never dreamt about before.
I was so lost in the bliss I didn't even realize I was in control of my body. It was me sucking on my mother's breasts, slamming my long cock in deep and out to the head with each thrust. I didn't even remember when evil Peter had given it back or if he even meant to. I was fucking my mother and loving every second. The only reason I hadn't climaxed yet was because of all the times previous to this one. I was able to pound away and just bask in the pleasure and last through it all. I was giving my mother what she needed and had been missing for years.
"Don't stop... just like that... just like that... mommy's going to cum!" she urged me on.
I fucked her and fucked her until I felt her contractions grip my cock and I knew she was climaxing. She started making these little panting noises as the waves crashed over her. She became exceedingly wet with an orgasmic release. Her mouth fell open, her chest rose and fell rapidly under my mouth and hands. I pounded into her deeply, giving her what she desired at 4am in the morning.
That's when I realized how to gain control back from evil Peter and why cumming had done it before. The key was not caring, not fighting him. When I was cumming nothing else mattered and I got control back. When I gave in and surrendered to the pleasure and no longer cared it was my mother, I got control back.
Mom's orgasm got me really close to cumming. The way her body reacted to the orgasm was a huge turn on and felt incredible too. By then I was covered in a light sheen of sweat from how hard I was working and as her orgasm completed, she fell limp, almost looking like she was melting into her bed she was so relaxed.
I eased my thrusts until I was slowly moving in and out, waiting for her to open her eyes again.
"Oh, Peter... that was amazing... you made me climax like I used to with your father. You're such a good boy to help your mother feel like this again."
"You deserve to be pleasured again," I said.
She smiled up at me. My cock was on the verge and staying there with my slow thrusts and withdrawals.
"Keep going... speed up again," Mom said.
I obeyed and started rushing in and out of her with speed.
"Mmm, yes, that's perfect, so deep... so full. I want you to cum Peter," Mom said.
I sped up even more, going to my knees because my arms were getting tired from holding myself up. This angle really bent my cock down and increased the friction inside Mom's pussy. I also got to watch my long cock moving in and out of Mom's wet sex, her fleshy lips clinging to my shaft as it slid in and out. My cock was rock hard, shiny with her fluids in the light of the lamp. My balls had sucked up really tight around my shaft from all the use, preparing for yet another explosion.
"Your father liked to cum on my breasts. Do you want to cum on my breasts, Peter?" Mom asked.
I nodded my head, surging with arousal from the very thought she put in my head. I was so close, right on the cusp of no return, basking in the intense sensation before my limit was reached. My entire body electrified and humming with pleasure.
With my limit reached, I pulled out and Mom grabbed my cock, stroking it immediately so I didn't have to as I moved up and leaned over her body. She pointed my cock down to her breasts just as the first blast of semen shot from my cock, spraying her left breast. The second burst was even larger, curling up and splashing down onto both breasts in one long rope of white that looked like a question mark.
"That's it, Peter... give it to me... shower me with your semen... I love it!" Mom said, totally into the moment and not acting like I've come to expect.
She stroked me all the way through my climax as each spurt fell to her breasts and dribbled to her stomach as it eased up. She squeezed my head when I was done, getting every drop out with her fingers before licking them clean. It's impossible to explain how exciting and good it felt. I was a converted mother fucker and had zero regrets. Evil Peter had it right all along... fucking my mother ended up being insanely good.
"You're welcome," he said in my head as I fell back onto my butt after Mom let go of my spent cock.
She was amazing, way better at sex then I would have thought. And to think her talents and skills were going to waste all this time. Not anymore. Now that evil Peter opened my eyes to the possibilities, I planned on making the most of Mom's abilities. Just think what she could teach me.
**
Mom had kissed me on the cheek and told me to go back out to the couch and she'd clean herself up. She thanked me and told me it was exactly what she needed after Mr. Howell calling her into work. I fell asleep quickly from all the chemicals released when I came. I was out like a light and it was Becca that woke me up Sunday morning at a little after nine.
"Hey, sleepy head," she said, sitting next to me on the sofa.
I had forgotten to get dressed again after having sex with Mom so I was naked under the thin sheets on the couch. I had a morning boner as well and needed to take a leak.
"Morning," I said back.
"I couldn't sleep anymore so I thought I'd come down and see if you were awake," she said.
"Yep, I'm awake," I said afraid to move because of my present condition.
"Good, so we should make breakfast," she said, patting me on the arm and yanking the covers back.
"Peter! Good heavens!" she said seeing my naked body and erect cock. "I thought you had pajamas on!"
My first reaction was to pull the sheets back over myself but something stopped me, "I got too hot last night, must have kicked them off... I'm used to sleeping naked," I said, lying there naked while she stared down at my hard cock.
"That's fine and all but why are you big like that?" she asked.
"It happens in the morning. Ever heard the expression 'morning wood'?" I asked.
"Yes," she responded.
"Well, there ya go... 'Morning wood'."
"Oh... I didn't know that's what it meant... so what do you do? Is it from being sexually stimulated or not?"
"Normally it'd go take a leak and it would calm down after that, so it's not really an arousal thing, unless you want it to be," I said grinning.
She tore her eyes off my cock and looked at my face, "We can't, not here... your sister or mother could walk in any second."
"Maybe."
"Where are your pajamas? You said you kicked them off but I don't see them anywhere," she said looking around.
Apparently I had left them in my mother's room but I sure didn't want to tell her that.
"I got up late last night and went to the bathroom, maybe that's where I left them. I'll just use the sheet," I said, getting up and wrapping the sheet around my body when I could tell she wasn't going to do anything.
She looked at me odd as I tried to walk with a bundle of sheets around my body to the bathroom. I had to bend my cock way down and try and urinate and finally managed. But I didn't have my pajamas to put on.
Sticking my head out of the door I said, "I'm going to jump in the shower real quick."
"Okay, I'll find something to cook? Is that okay?" she asked, through the door.
"Sure, use anything you want," I said, turning on the shower.
My cock did calm down after I got in the shower and when I got out I smelled bacon and eggs cooking and fresh coffee. I put a towel around myself and walked out into the hall. Mom wasn't up yet, I'm sure she was exhausted from the long night at work and then me. I think Tiffany might have already gone to the gym even on Sunday but wasn't sure.
I walked into the kitchen with my towel around my waist and my hair still a little wet. Becca was wrapping up the food and adding it to plates.
"Oh, good... perfect timing," she said, seeing me enter the kitchen.
We sat down and began to eat. She seemed to be a good cook, although it was just eggs, toast, bacon and coffee, but nothing was burned and tasted really good.
"So what should we do today?" she asked.
"Depends. How are you feeling?" I asked, glancing down her body.
"Oh... I'm sore, sure... but I'll be okay."
"Well, we planned on going to the aquarium... you still up for that?" I asked.
"Sure... we can spend hours there."
"Then it's planned. We can have lunch there and spend the whole day."
"Great."
We were almost done eating when Mom came out of her room in her robe.
"Smells really good, I couldn't stay in my room," she said, walking up to the table.
"I made plenty... you might have to warm it back up though," Becca said.
Mom tussled my wet hair, standing next to me, "How'd everyone sleep?" she asked.
"Good," I said.
"Yeah, me too... we're going to the aquarium today," Becca said.
"Oh right, I think Peter mentioned that. Should be fun. I'm just going to kick back and take it easy... I was at work really late."
"I should go get dressed," I said, standing up since my food was eaten.
Mom was getting her food and Becca cleaned up the dirty plates as I walked to my room to get dressed. As I walked down the hall to the attic stairs, Tiffany came out of her room dressed in her workout attire, and practically bumped into me with just my towel on.
"Oh, hey, sis... thought you were already gone," I said.
"Nope, slept in... nice towel?" she said, looking at my body.
"Thanks, just going to get dressed.
"So, with Becca staying here... did you get some last night, little brother?" she asked, standing really close to me and whispering.
"Umm..." I hesitated.
"Oh, yeah... I knew it... good for you... and how was it?" she asked, assuming correctly I was no longer a virgin.
"It was... it was great, but Becca..." I trailed off.
"Oh right... ouch... going to be sore for a bit now... especially with how... big... you... anyway I've got to be going," she said, trying not to look down at my towel covered cock.
She patted me on my naked chest, whispered, "Congrats," and walked past me.
I turned and watched her incredible ass in her tight workout shorts walk down the hall.
"Mmm, that ass is fine and she's got it bad for our cock. She can hardly talk about it without getting hot and bothered," Evil Peter said.
"Isn't Mom enough?" I asked.
"Never enough... just bidding my time... Tiffany will be ours soon," he said.
"Fuck! You're insatiable!"
He laughed as we headed up to our room and got dressed.
**
Becca and I ran into Danny at the aquarium. Both of us had forgotten that he mentioned going there the day I got hit by the car. He didn't look happy to see us together, especially holding hands. It was obvious he liked Becca and was upset she was with me. He was with his mother, wandering around the exhibits a few paces away from her. When he saw us, he tried to pretend he didn't but it didn't work. Becca, pulling me with her, went right up to talk to him.
"Danny!" Becca shouted and waved, "Hey, funny seeing you here," she said.
"Not really, I told you I was coming here this weekend?" he said.
"Oh, right... I forgot," Becca said.
He looked down at our hands as we held each other's and Becca told him the good news he didn't want to hear.
"So, yeah, me and Peter are dating... it kind of happened fast, after the accident," she said, swinging her arm and mine.
"Oh... great," he said, glaring at me.
"You here with your mom?" she asked.
I squeezed her hand to stop her, but she didn't realize she was upsetting him.
"Yeah, so?" he said, on the defensive.
"Nothing, that's great... good to see you," Becca said, finally realizing he was perturbed.
We kind of just wandered off in separate directions but during the day, we saw each other again several times, but didn't talk again. It was going to be awkward around him tomorrow at school I figured.
Around noon we had lunch and ran into another classmate named Brittany. Becca knew her well, me not so much. She's a tiny thing, petite in every way, short, rail thin and has practically no breasts to speak of at all. I mean, if Becca gave her half of hers they'd both have plenty still. Brittany was really cute though and has bright red hair, grey/blue eyes and loves to wear short skirts with leggings up to mid-thigh, which was what she had on then.
"Damn, she's tiny... our cock would split her in half," Evil Peter said in my head as we looked at Brittany standing next to our table.
She and Becca were talking about some assignment for school but I couldn't really pay attention because evil Peter was going off on what our cock would do to poor little Brittany. Which, was probably true.
"Dude, just shut up about Brittany... it's not like we're ever going to get a chance to fuck her. She's way out of our league," I said in our head.
"You sell yourself short, pussy... we totally could have her... haven't your noticed how many times she's looked our way when she's been talking to Becca. Your problem is confidence, you've got none."
"We've got Becca and Mom now so why do we need more?" I said, looking up at Brittany who was looking at me, like evil Peter had said.
She was actually smiling at me.
"You've met Peter before haven't you?" Becca was saying.
"Well, not really, just seen him around," Brittany said, holding out her tiny hand.
I shook it.
"Damn, her hand wouldn't even make it halfway around our cock she's so tiny," evil Peter said, as we held her hand.
Brittany didn't seem to want to let go of my hand, and I pretty much had to pull away from her. She kind of just stared at me and I swear she winked before turning back to Becca to talk. I was a little taken aback and stood up.
"I'm going to go use the bathroom," I said over the two girls talking and walked off.
I found the bathroom, not really needing to go. I stood in front of the mirror and looked at my reflection. I could hear a guy using the urinal and he was soon done, washed his hands and left. I sounded like I was alone in the restroom then but before long the door opened and someone came in. I swear I heard the door being locked and I looked up in the mirror and to my utter astonishment, Brittany was standing behind me.
"What the hell?" I said, turning around.
"Found you?" she said.
"This is the men's bathroom!" I said.
"So... it's just you and me from the looks of it."
"And? Why are you in here?" I asked.
"Came to find you?" she said.
"Why?" I asked.
"I think you know why?" she said, taking a step toward me.
"Oh hell yes we do!" Evil Peter suddenly shouted.
Before I could tell her to get lost and that I was with Becca and she shouldn't be in the men's bathroom looking for whatever she wants with me, evil Peter took over.
"Come to find out what Becca already knows?" Evil Peter asked.
"Yeah, something like that," Brittany said, taking another step until she was directly in front of us.
I was freaking out, trying to tell evil Peter to get out of there and just run or at least tell this tiny girl to get lost. He, of course, was not listening to me. If he did anything with her it could ruin my relationship with Becca because it would inevitably get back to her.
"Well, be my guest... find what you're looking for," Evil Peter said to her.
I couldn't believe this little tiny girl... she was not innocent by any means and her looks were very deceiving. She got this mischievous look on her pretty face and her hands, her tiny hands started groping around our privates until she found what she was looking for. Our cock lurched to life as she ran her hand along the long flaccid shaft.
"Wow..." she said as she slid her hand down the length, "Holy shit, wow!" she said as her hand continued beyond what she expected. "It's huge!" she said pulling her hands away.
"What's wrong? Bit off more than you can chew?" Evil Peter said, chuckling.
"I didn't expect..." she trailed off but then the look of surprise and awe left her face and she got bolder.
"I've got to see it!" she said, grabbing at our shorts again.
"You've got to get out of here... quick before she gets it out!" I screamed in my head.
"Are you fucking nuts? Our greatest asset is about to pay off!" evil Peter said back to me.
Brittany made quick work of our shorts and underwear even as I screamed my complaints. Our half erect cock fell forward, almost hitting her in the face as she yanked our clothing down.
"Fuck me! It's huge! Amazing!" She said when our cock was finally reveled.
Our dick was bouncing slightly, still growing even without her touch, from the excitement of this tiny, hot girl looking at it. She watched it... mesmerized as it continue to grow, moving side to side as it climbed to full height in front of her face. She hesitated then. Taking in the extent of our cock. She finally reached forward and touched it as it throbbed to our heartbeat.
"I've never see one this big before," she said running her fingers down the shaft and back up.
The pleasure was not lost on either me or evil Peter. Our cock lurched at her touch and she wrapped her small hand around the middle of our shaft. Her thumb and longest finger barely made it halfway around our wide girth.
"Shit, it's so wide too!" she said, feeling how fat our cock is.
Suddenly a loud knock came on the bathroom door. Someone was trying to get in. Brittany let go of our cock and stood back up, smoothing her skirt.
"I should go," she said, turning toward the door.
Evil Peter pulled up our pants to try and hide our cock, just as Brittany, unlocked the door and burst out.
"What the hell?" I heard a man's voice say as she darted off.
Evil Peter smiled at the man when he entered and then we walked out of the door as well and back to Becca who was still sitting at our table finishing lunch.
"That took a while?" she said when he sat down across from her.
"Sorry, got lost," he said.
She looked at us weird but didn't say anything.
"So... what's Brittany's deal?" he asked.
"What do you mean?" Becca asked.
"I don't know... she just seems different than she appears."
"Well... she's not as innocent as she looks... I know that for sure."
"Oh... do tell?" Evil Peter said.
"It's not my place to tell you anything... let's just say she's no virgin like she wants everyone to believe."
"Oh, wow... you two talk about stuff like that?" he asked.
"Yeah, a little."
"Did you tell her about us?" I said.
She went a little red and I knew she had.
"It may have slipped out."
"What did you tell her?" he asked.
"I just told her you're my boyfriend now that we kind of had sex."
"And?" he asked.
"And I might have told her it hurt and that you were bigger than normal," she said, looking embarrassed.
"Oh, I see. And what did Brittany say to that?"
"She didn't really believe me, saying that I wouldn't really know since you're my first, but I do know... you're bigger than normal, right?"
"Yeah, we already discussed that," he said.
"Yeah, well she doesn't really believe me so I told her to just forget it."
"Do you thinks she will, or do you think she'll want to really know?" he asked.
"Oh... oh she better not! You better tell me if she tries anything!"
"Too late!"
"What! I'll kill her! Is that why it took so long in the bathroom! Oh, just wait until I find her, I'll kill that little tramp!"
"It's okay, Becca... she only got a look, nothing more!"
"Still, she should have never... oh the nerve of her!"
She stood up and started looking around for Brittany, fire in her eyes. I thought she might actually kill Brittany if she found her. Evil Peter stood up, trying to calm her down and it worked for the most part. Probably because Brittany was nowhere to be seen.
"Tomorrow at school, I'm going to give her a piece of my mind. If she thinks she can have my boyfriend, she's got another thing coming."
"She doesn't have me, nor will she ever... I'm all yours," Evil Peter said.
Becca believed him. I however, did not.
**
Back home, Mom welcomed us and had dinner ready. It was almost dark by the time we got done at the aquarium. We never saw Brittany again, so I think she had left after the bathroom incident. Evil Peter had given me back control soon after he settled Becca down. He didn't stop talking about Brittany and how awed she had been with our cock. He couldn't wait to see her again and had no plans on keeping it in his pants when he did. I was a little afraid for Brittany. Becca could probably break her in half and with the threat of giving her a piece of her mind the next day was ominous.
We all sat down for dinner. Even Tiffany was there. Mom had made a great meal and we sat around eating and chatting, laughing and having a good time. After dinner I helped Becca clean up while Mom and Tiffany did whatever they wanted. After the meal was cleaned up, Mom found me and gave me a razor she had picked up for Becca.
"Thanks, Mom," I said.
"Sure thing, sweetie. How is Becca?"
"Fine, I think, she hasn't complained."
"That's good, but I'm sure she is still sore and maybe for a while... so if... well... if you need me..." she trailed off.
"Right, if I do I'll let you know and you do the same... I know how long it's been and now that... well I know you have needs now."
"I do... and... I know it's only been last night but I can't... well I thought about what we did all day, Peter and I'm kind of aching for more."
"That's probably normal after so long. I'll help after everyone's asleep."
"Oh, good... I'll plan on it then," she said with a big smile as she turned and walked away.
"Fuck yeah, Bro! Going to fuck you're hot mom again tonight! Can't wait," Evil Peter said.
"I kind of can't wait either," I said back.
**
Becca and I stayed up pretty late talking with Tiffany. They seemed to be getting along and liking each other. Mom stayed up for a while with us but then wandered off to her room, after giving me a look that she was doing so. A knowing look to not keep her waiting too long. My cock jumped in my shorts at the thought. Evil Peter wouldn't even have to take control to get me to do her again. I was so looking forward to it, remembering how incredible she was the first time.
After Mom left, I feigned a yawn and acted like I was tired. Tiffany and Becca didn't really get the hint, so about twenty minutes later I mentioned we had school tomorrow and we should probably get some sleep. It worked. Tiffany wandered off to her room and I walked Becca to the attic stairs and we kissed goodnight.
"I'd invite you up, but I'm still kind of sore," Becca said, giving me another kiss.
"I'm sure you are. Let's let you get healed up before we do anything more," I said.
"You sure... I mean I could... help you out if you need me to."
"That's really nice of you, Becca but I'm okay... I'll wait until you're better."
"Okay, thanks for understanding," she said, kissed me again and headed up to my room.
Walking back to my couch, my cock was already getting excited to sneak into my mother's room. I didn't know how long I should wait before I headed in. I could still hear both Becca and Tiffany moving around and Tiffany came out of her room a little later to use the bathroom. I gave it another half hour before thinking about moving.
The house was quiet, lights were off and I figured they were well on their way to sleeping. My cock was rock hard, just from anticipation and I was almost shaking with excitement to get up and get into Mom's room. I finally did, quietly rolling out of bed and tip toeing down the hall with a huge hardon in my pajamas. As quietly as I could, I turned the knob on Mom's door and let myself in. Her nightstand lamp was dimed low and she smiled at me when I entered, shutting and locking the door behind me. I walked around to her side of the bed and she immediately turned toward me, reaching out for my pajamas.
"My boy's ready for me," she said, pulling down my pajamas and underwear in one motion. She grabbed a hold of my cock and pulled the head into her mouth immediately. She was naked from what I could see, with her top half out of the covers. I watched her large breasts jiggle as she sucked my cock deep, taking as much as she could into her mouth like she has done before. Pleasure flooded my body and I moaned from the intense sensation of her hot, wet mouth so deep on my cock. She held me deep, I could feel her tongue trying to move under the width of my shaft. Then she brought me out, sucked the head and stroked a little with her hand as she rolled over onto her tummy.
"I used to love to suck your father... he was always such a challenge for me," she said, looking up at my face before sucking me back into her mouth.
I just moaned, loving the attention and skill of this talented woman. She really did seem to love it, taking her time and practically worshiping my cock with her mouth and hands. She used her mouth more than anything, sucking me deep, shallow, hard, soft, fast and slow like a pro.
"It brings back so many memories. It's so similar to your father, it's amazing," Mom said, taking a little break.
"It gets me so wet too," she giggled, sucking me back into her mouth.
Mom sucked my cock for over fifteen minutes until my balls were ready to burst and she knew I was close. I had never had a blowjob that long before and it was so phenomenal I didn't dare stop her. It was mind-blowing what she could do with her mouth.
"I better stop," she said, letting my cock out of her mouth.
I stood there for a few seconds as my cock just throbbed and chilled in the open air, covered in my pre-cum and her saliva. I was so close to cumming I didn't dare touch it. She smiled up at me, watching my cock just pulse and throb.
"My baby liked that, didn't you?" she asked.
"Oh, yeah... you're incredible," I said.
"It's been a long time but I still remember how," she said, grinning.
She suddenly flipped over on her her back as she threw the sheets off of her and scooted her butt to the edge of the bed just under my raging cock. She was completely naked and her sex was glistening with her lips engorged and hanging open. Her large breasts making perfect circles of beauty, capped off with taunt nipples. She looked ripe for the taking and needed no preparation at all. I thought about just bending my ragging cock down and sliding it into her but I knew I wouldn't last a minute since I was so close to cumming from the blowjob. Instead I dropped to my knees and figured I'd get some more practice in oral.
Mom was tangy, hot and wet. The blowjob really had her worked up and I'm sure waiting for me to come in the room had helped as well. I found her clit plumped up and begging to be licked and nibbled on, which caused her to arch her back and moan under my mouth. My hands reached up and fondled her large round breasts as I ate her out, licking her labia, clit and tonguing her hot hole as deep as my tongue would go.
She let me eat her for five minutes before she said, "Peter! I have to have you in me!" in a quiet but forceful voice.
I stood up, wiped my face and thankfully my cock had calmed down a fraction. Bending it down, I sawed my wide head up and down her wet sex before sliding the whole of my cock into her in one long motion. We both moaned with pleasure as each inch disappeared from view.
"Fuck yeah! Damn your mom feels good!" Evil Peter yelled along with the moan. "Now fuck her hard and fast... take it to that pussy!"
I ignored him, basking in the heat and sensations wrapped around my cock. She took it all with no problem, every inch of my extensive cock was in my mother as my hips hit her body. I held myself deep, reached forward and fondled her large breasts again, tweaking the nipples and squeezing the plentiful soft flesh.
"Oh, Peter... it's perfect... so deep and wide... just like your father."
Fondling her beasts, I pulled out to my head and eased back in, letting the slow motion pleasure every inch of my cock as I slid it back into her. Back out, back in, over and over as I tweaked her nipples and played. My heart was racing, the pleasure was intense and was exactly what I expected from her. She milked my cock... I could feel her muscles grip it as it withdrew each time, like she wanted to keep it from leaving. I could tell she was working them, getting her pleasure on as well. I was humming with pleasure so fast, the arousal spiked and if I went any faster I was sure I'd blow in seconds.
"That's it, baby... give it to mother, just like that... all of it each time. Oh Peter it's so good... so perfect."
She moaned and basked in the length and width of my cock. I watched the wide base stretch her pussy, pulling on her lips as I dipped the last couple inches into her, spreading them away from her clit. It glistened, plump and red with blood and arousal. Taking one hand off her left breast, I used my index finger to rub her engorged clit and she arched into me even more. A cry of pleasure, maybe too loud, escaped her lips before she could cut it off mid scream. She covered her mouth, her eyes smiling up at me for the mistake. It felt so damn good I didn't care who heard.
"Damn, your mother's pussy is on fire! She's just milking us hardcore!" Evil Peter said in my head.
My pleasure was growing, even at a slow speed it felt so good I couldn't stop it from climbing and climbing. I was still so new and it was difficult to last, even though I wanted to. I think she saw the concern on my face, the wish to be able to last and the frustration that I couldn't.
"It's okay, Peter... you'll get better the more we practice... you have school tomorrow so, just cum for Mommy so you can get some rest."
I was too overcome with pleasure to speak so I just nodded, thrusting my cock into her only three more times before I hit the point of no return. Clenching my muscles to hold in the bliss for a second more, I pulled out my rock hard cock and stroked myself off onto her chest and stomach. Seven long white ropes of semen fell down on her one after the other as my cock exploded forth. My legs clenched, my ass tightened, and I groaned my love as each torrent shot from my purple head down onto her. It was incredible.
"Mmmm, so much again, give it all to mommy... I love when you cum on me," she said as my cock finished up and dribbled own on her shaved mound. She had prepared ahead of time with a towel. I cleaned her up and kissed her on the forehead when I was done.
"This was exactly what I needed again, honey. Thank you. You go get some rest now."
I put my pajamas bottoms back on and snuck back to my couch. Falling asleep quickly.
*****
Becca soaked in the tub while I changed the sheets on my bed and made up the couch for myself. My large cock had hurt her pretty bad and all she wanted to do was relax in a warm bath. While I was making up the beds, evil Peter started talking again.
"Well, I guess congratulations is in order... not too shabby... way to finally lose our virginity," he said.
"Thanks for not interfering... I didn't know if you would keep the promise."
"A bet's a bet, dweeb... I lost."
"I told you Tiffany didn't want anything to do with us."
"Yeah, because you fucked it up the first time. If I would have stayed in control, she'd be eating out of our hand and dying for our cock every second. Now I have my work cut out for me... but I guess that's okay, now that Becca is out of commission for a while."
"What do you mean?"
"Seriously? Your tore her up... why do you think she's in the tub right now... she'll not want to do anything for a week at least, maybe more until she heals."
"I couldn't help it," I said.
"I know, don't sweat it... we've got plenty of other prospects... your mom being top priority, basically already begging for it."
"But, she's my mother... that's messed up."
"She's also a hot milf and one that's been wasting away with no one to see to her needs. Oh yeah, she's begging for it. She would have fucked us already if you hadn't been a virgin at eighteen. Pathetic."
I ignored him, finished the bed and couch and went to check on Becca. The bath was running again when I knocked on the door and let myself in.
"You okay in here?" I asked.
"Yes, thank you... just warming the water again," she said.
The shower door was closed, so I couldn't see much more than her blurry form lying in the warm water.
"Can I get you anything?" I asked.
"Yeah, like my cock in your mouth?" evil Peter said in my head.
"No thank you... I'm fine," Becca said.
I wanted to walk to the door and slide it back so I could see her naked again, but I didn't know how she would react.
"Okay, well if you need anything let me know," I said.
"Okay, oh... I do need something... I need a razor and probably a tooth brush if I'm staying here. I don't really want to have to go home and get it with my mother and all."
"Right... okay... I'll see what I can do."
I left the bathroom. The toothbrush was easy enough... we had extra of those since we got one from the dentist every six months. A razor was a different story. We'd have to go buy one at the store. Pulling out my phone, I texted my mother to see if she could stop at the store on the way home from work and get one for Becca. Mom didn't reply... Mr. Howell must have her really busy. I thought about walking to the corner convenience store, but it was well after dark and getting late. I didn't live in the best of neighborhoods.
It was about that time when Tiffany came back home. She walked in the door, saw me and scowled.
"Where's Mom?"
"Work," I replied.
"What? Why?"
"She got called in. Mr. Howell can't do anything for himself."
"What a jerk, Saturday night? Pompous ass."
"I want to apologize," I began.
"Save it, little brother... I don't want to hear it!" she said, putting up her hand.
"It's since I hit my head... I've been acting weird I know," I tried again.
"Is someone here?" she asked, hearing the water in the bathtub."
"Yeah... It's Becca... she's kind of staying with us for a few days... it's a long story."
"Oh, great! The house wasn't small enough to begin with... I really need to move out," she said, walking to her room.
"Tiffany... I'm really sorry about..."
"I said... save it, Peter," she said, turning back around and rushing toward me.
"You can't mess with a girl like you did... I was... oh never mind... it's over."
"You were what?" I asked.
"If you must know, Peter... I was intrigued with your... well your penis... I had a weak moment and made a mistake... and then your reaction after I... well you know... it hurt."
"I'm sorry."
"You should be... it was your idea... you started it and I was being nice for once, knowing you've had limited experience with women and then you treat me like that... after... after... I sucked your..."
She seemed flushed and was possibly remembering what she had done and it was having an effect on her.
"Where's Becca going to stay?" she asked, changing the subject.
"My room for now... I'm on the couch," I said.
"Fine... better than her in my room," Becca said, going to her room.
"Fuck if I didn't just see that," evil Peter said, as we watched her walk away.
"Don't start."
"Oh, it's evident. She's got it bad for our cock. She could barely talk about it without salivating. I bet she's so wet right now."
"Shut up! I don't want to hear that about my sister."
"Dude, you know she's hot... remember the shower... fuck! Her body is incredible. We're going to play this cool... let her keep thinking about it... let her desire stew and then she'll practically be dying for it when I make my move again."
"Never going to happen," I said... but I think he knew I was nervous.
**
I was asleep on the couch, Becca was in my room and I heard my mother finally come home. The glowing numbers on the microwave in the kitchen said 3:21. She locked the front door again and walked quietly over to the sofa I was lying on, probably to check on me.
"Home finally?" I asked.
"Peter, I'm sorry I woke you... yes, we finally got the proposal done... that man is impossible some times," she said.
"I hope he's paying you overtime."
"He'll figure some way out of that too," she said, sitting down on the couch next to me and running her fingers through my hair.
"How's Becca?" Mom asked.
"She's good, sleeping comfortably in my bed. Something happened, Mom... while you were gone."
"What?" She asked.
"We... well we had sex... I'm not a virgin anymore."
"Oh... oh my... well, Peter... that was quick... your first day with a girlfriend and you're already having sex. My my."
"It kind of just happened, when we were making my bed up."
"Is she okay? With how... large you are... I can..."
"She soaked in the tub for over an hour after but she said she's okay."
"I see... I can imagine... your father wasn't my first and he still... never mind," she said.
It was dark and so I couldn't see Mom's face very well, just an outline of her. She tossed my hair, kissed my forehead and told me to go back to sleep. She seemed really warm and I think her hand was trembling. She got up from the couch and headed to her room.
I fell asleep but then something... a noise, woke me up again. It was only ten minutes later. I sat up on the couch and listened to see if I could hear it again. I didn't, but I heard something else and I had no idea what it was, but it was coming from down the hall, my mother's room. I got up, curious, and walked down to her door quietly. Some kind of humming noise was coming from inside... it would get loud and then quiet, loud and then quiet. It took my evil personality to figure out what it was.
"Seriously, dude?... she's fucking herself with a vibrator... right now, as you stand out here listening."
"Oh, fuck... I think you're right," I said, feeling a little ill but my cock still moved in my pajama bottoms.
I couldn't sleep naked on the couch like I normally do. I was about to walk away, quickly back to the couch when I suddenly didn't have control of my body again.
"This isn't right... I told your mother that I would be there for her when she needed release and now she's using a vibrator instead. She agreed," he said, reaching out for the doorknob.
"No... don't... she's fine... leave her alone!" I screamed.
"No, no way... she and I had a deal," he said opening the door.
"Who's there," Mom said, trying to turn off the vibrating toy but having difficulty as we stepped inside her room.
"It's me... Peter."
"What do you need, Peter?" she asked.
"Mom... I know what you're doing. You woke me up with that thing and I thought we had an arrangement?" he said.
"It's so late, Peter I didn't want to bother you."
"Helping my mother isn't a bother," he said, walking to the side of the bed.
Screaming did no good, begging did nothing either so I was helpless to stop him. He sat on the edge of her bed and turned on her nightstand lamp. She had the covers pulled up over her and looked a little embarrassed.
"I thought I waited long enough so you were asleep again, but I dropped the toy... it turned on and was really loud," she said, giggling.
That's what woke me up.
"Can I see it?" he asked.
Mom brought her hands up from the covers and in one was a six inch long and one inch in diameter pink vibrator with a black endcap. It was much smaller than our cock.
"It's all I have," she said, handing it to us.
"Not enough, I'm sure," he said, turning it on and then off. It was still wet from her sex.
"It's okay in emergencies," she said.
Of course our cock was growing quickly in my pajama bottoms, talking about this and holding a vibrator covered in vaginal juices will do that to you. He set it down on the nightstand and turned back around to my mother.
"I'm no longer a virgin... I can see to your needs now like we discussed. Did you forget?" he asked, reaching out and caressing my mother's hair and forehead.
"I did not forget... its just so late and we really shouldn't, Peter."
"I thought we were past the 'shouldn't' part, especially after last time... you wanted me... I wanted you but we only waited because I was a virgin and you wanted me to experience my first time with Becca. That's happened now.
Our cock was rock hard again, the fucking thing, and before Mom could even say anything he shimmied out of our pajamas and underwear, revealing our huge cock to Mom. She swallowed hard and licked her lips unknowingly.
"This is what you need, not that tiny vibrator... let me help you," he said.
Mom's hands were trembling, her breathing had increased. She only hesitated for a brief second before throwing the covers off of her naked body and pulling us down onto her. Our flesh met hers, her large breasts pressed against our chest, our cock between her legs, arching up over her stomach. Evil Peter locked eyes with her, the look of lust on her face was clearly present.
"I'm ready for you, Peter," she said.
"Please don't do this! We can't go back from this! A blowjob and tittyfuck is one thing but full on sex with my mother! Please! We can't take it back!"
"Why would I want to take it back? This is just the beginning of a kick ass arrangement!" he said back in my head.
I had to watch, I had to feel... I was an unwilling participant as he moved our body backwards, letting our cock fall lower between Mom's legs. Their eyes were locked again as he moved forward and I felt everything as our cock entered my mother's extremely wet, warm pussy. Impossible pleasure engulfed our cock as inch after inch disappeared into my mother's body. Her head fell back in a lustful, hungry, yearning moan as if she'd been waiting for this forever and it was finally happening. She took every inch with ease, enveloping our cock in pleasure that easily rivaled Becca's tight virgin sex. It felt so good I fell silent from my screaming that turned into a moan of pleasure. The woman below me was no longer my mother, it was the only way I could cope with what we were doing.
Evil Peter, let out a moan of his own, held our cock deep and basked in the pleasure that was my mother. His hands grabbed both of her breasts, squeezing them together and leaning over to nibble on both as he held our long cock deep inside Mom. Not my mother! This was some gorgeous older woman with huge breasts and hot, wet pussy I was fucking. Not my mother. The older woman, grabbed our ass and pulled us even deeper which I didn't think possible. She let out another hungry moan as evil Peter sucked and nibbled on her nipples.
"Oh, Peter... It's so big... just like your father's," she said.
She eased up on our ass and evil Peter pulled half of our cock from her soaked sex before easing it back into her, only to hold it deep once again. The older woman moaned and called us by name in my mother's voice... the pleasure surged through our hands, mouth and cock as evil Peter continued licking and fondling her breasts. Pulling more out this time, he slammed his cock home faster then we'd ever moved before, not afraid of hurting her like I was Becca. The increased speed caused me to groan in pleasure and for the woman to cry our name... my illusion was failing me. Her voice was my mother... I was fucking my mother and I was enjoying it. A lot
"That's it, sweetie... give it to me... give mommy that big hard cock, Peter," she said, driving me crazy.
It felt so good I didn't care anymore that it was my mother. I was loving it, loving how fast I could fuck her, how deep my cock went into her, how I felt with her nipples in my mouth and my cock pounding away at her incredible pussy. It was different than with Becca. Mom's pussy moved and contracted, milking my cock with each thrust, she was no virgin, no novice, she knew exactly what she was doing and how to use her body and sex to her advantage. I was experiencing mind-blowing pleasure I'd never dreamt about before.
I was so lost in the bliss I didn't even realize I was in control of my body. It was me sucking on my mother's breasts, slamming my long cock in deep and out to the head with each thrust. I didn't even remember when evil Peter had given it back or if he even meant to. I was fucking my mother and loving every second. The only reason I hadn't climaxed yet was because of all the times previous to this one. I was able to pound away and just bask in the pleasure and last through it all. I was giving my mother what she needed and had been missing for years.
"Don't stop... just like that... just like that... mommy's going to cum!" she urged me on.
I fucked her and fucked her until I felt her contractions grip my cock and I knew she was climaxing. She started making these little panting noises as the waves crashed over her. She became exceedingly wet with an orgasmic release. Her mouth fell open, her chest rose and fell rapidly under my mouth and hands. I pounded into her deeply, giving her what she desired at 4am in the morning.
That's when I realized how to gain control back from evil Peter and why cumming had done it before. The key was not caring, not fighting him. When I was cumming nothing else mattered and I got control back. When I gave in and surrendered to the pleasure and no longer cared it was my mother, I got control back.
Mom's orgasm got me really close to cumming. The way her body reacted to the orgasm was a huge turn on and felt incredible too. By then I was covered in a light sheen of sweat from how hard I was working and as her orgasm completed, she fell limp, almost looking like she was melting into her bed she was so relaxed.
I eased my thrusts until I was slowly moving in and out, waiting for her to open her eyes again.
"Oh, Peter... that was amazing... you made me climax like I used to with your father. You're such a good boy to help your mother feel like this again."
"You deserve to be pleasured again," I said.
She smiled up at me. My cock was on the verge and staying there with my slow thrusts and withdrawals.
"Keep going... speed up again," Mom said.
I obeyed and started rushing in and out of her with speed.
"Mmm, yes, that's perfect, so deep... so full. I want you to cum Peter," Mom said.
I sped up even more, going to my knees because my arms were getting tired from holding myself up. This angle really bent my cock down and increased the friction inside Mom's pussy. I also got to watch my long cock moving in and out of Mom's wet sex, her fleshy lips clinging to my shaft as it slid in and out. My cock was rock hard, shiny with her fluids in the light of the lamp. My balls had sucked up really tight around my shaft from all the use, preparing for yet another explosion.
"Your father liked to cum on my breasts. Do you want to cum on my breasts, Peter?" Mom asked.
I nodded my head, surging with arousal from the very thought she put in my head. I was so close, right on the cusp of no return, basking in the intense sensation before my limit was reached. My entire body electrified and humming with pleasure.
With my limit reached, I pulled out and Mom grabbed my cock, stroking it immediately so I didn't have to as I moved up and leaned over her body. She pointed my cock down to her breasts just as the first blast of semen shot from my cock, spraying her left breast. The second burst was even larger, curling up and splashing down onto both breasts in one long rope of white that looked like a question mark.
"That's it, Peter... give it to me... shower me with your semen... I love it!" Mom said, totally into the moment and not acting like I've come to expect.
She stroked me all the way through my climax as each spurt fell to her breasts and dribbled to her stomach as it eased up. She squeezed my head when I was done, getting every drop out with her fingers before licking them clean. It's impossible to explain how exciting and good it felt. I was a converted mother fucker and had zero regrets. Evil Peter had it right all along... fucking my mother ended up being insanely good.
"You're welcome," he said in my head as I fell back onto my butt after Mom let go of my spent cock.
She was amazing, way better at sex then I would have thought. And to think her talents and skills were going to waste all this time. Not anymore. Now that evil Peter opened my eyes to the possibilities, I planned on making the most of Mom's abilities. Just think what she could teach me.
**
Mom had kissed me on the cheek and told me to go back out to the couch and she'd clean herself up. She thanked me and told me it was exactly what she needed after Mr. Howell calling her into work. I fell asleep quickly from all the chemicals released when I came. I was out like a light and it was Becca that woke me up Sunday morning at a little after nine.
"Hey, sleepy head," she said, sitting next to me on the sofa.
I had forgotten to get dressed again after having sex with Mom so I was naked under the thin sheets on the couch. I had a morning boner as well and needed to take a leak.
"Morning," I said back.
"I couldn't sleep anymore so I thought I'd come down and see if you were awake," she said.
"Yep, I'm awake," I said afraid to move because of my present condition.
"Good, so we should make breakfast," she said, patting me on the arm and yanking the covers back.
"Peter! Good heavens!" she said seeing my naked body and erect cock. "I thought you had pajamas on!"
My first reaction was to pull the sheets back over myself but something stopped me, "I got too hot last night, must have kicked them off... I'm used to sleeping naked," I said, lying there naked while she stared down at my hard cock.
"That's fine and all but why are you big like that?" she asked.
"It happens in the morning. Ever heard the expression 'morning wood'?" I asked.
"Yes," she responded.
"Well, there ya go... 'Morning wood'."
"Oh... I didn't know that's what it meant... so what do you do? Is it from being sexually stimulated or not?"
"Normally it'd go take a leak and it would calm down after that, so it's not really an arousal thing, unless you want it to be," I said grinning.
She tore her eyes off my cock and looked at my face, "We can't, not here... your sister or mother could walk in any second."
"Maybe."
"Where are your pajamas? You said you kicked them off but I don't see them anywhere," she said looking around.
Apparently I had left them in my mother's room but I sure didn't want to tell her that.
"I got up late last night and went to the bathroom, maybe that's where I left them. I'll just use the sheet," I said, getting up and wrapping the sheet around my body when I could tell she wasn't going to do anything.
She looked at me odd as I tried to walk with a bundle of sheets around my body to the bathroom. I had to bend my cock way down and try and urinate and finally managed. But I didn't have my pajamas to put on.
Sticking my head out of the door I said, "I'm going to jump in the shower real quick."
"Okay, I'll find something to cook? Is that okay?" she asked, through the door.
"Sure, use anything you want," I said, turning on the shower.
My cock did calm down after I got in the shower and when I got out I smelled bacon and eggs cooking and fresh coffee. I put a towel around myself and walked out into the hall. Mom wasn't up yet, I'm sure she was exhausted from the long night at work and then me. I think Tiffany might have already gone to the gym even on Sunday but wasn't sure.
I walked into the kitchen with my towel around my waist and my hair still a little wet. Becca was wrapping up the food and adding it to plates.
"Oh, good... perfect timing," she said, seeing me enter the kitchen.
We sat down and began to eat. She seemed to be a good cook, although it was just eggs, toast, bacon and coffee, but nothing was burned and tasted really good.
"So what should we do today?" she asked.
"Depends. How are you feeling?" I asked, glancing down her body.
"Oh... I'm sore, sure... but I'll be okay."
"Well, we planned on going to the aquarium... you still up for that?" I asked.
"Sure... we can spend hours there."
"Then it's planned. We can have lunch there and spend the whole day."
"Great."
We were almost done eating when Mom came out of her room in her robe.
"Smells really good, I couldn't stay in my room," she said, walking up to the table.
"I made plenty... you might have to warm it back up though," Becca said.
Mom tussled my wet hair, standing next to me, "How'd everyone sleep?" she asked.
"Good," I said.
"Yeah, me too... we're going to the aquarium today," Becca said.
"Oh right, I think Peter mentioned that. Should be fun. I'm just going to kick back and take it easy... I was at work really late."
"I should go get dressed," I said, standing up since my food was eaten.
Mom was getting her food and Becca cleaned up the dirty plates as I walked to my room to get dressed. As I walked down the hall to the attic stairs, Tiffany came out of her room dressed in her workout attire, and practically bumped into me with just my towel on.
"Oh, hey, sis... thought you were already gone," I said.
"Nope, slept in... nice towel?" she said, looking at my body.
"Thanks, just going to get dressed.
"So, with Becca staying here... did you get some last night, little brother?" she asked, standing really close to me and whispering.
"Umm..." I hesitated.
"Oh, yeah... I knew it... good for you... and how was it?" she asked, assuming correctly I was no longer a virgin.
"It was... it was great, but Becca..." I trailed off.
"Oh right... ouch... going to be sore for a bit now... especially with how... big... you... anyway I've got to be going," she said, trying not to look down at my towel covered cock.
She patted me on my naked chest, whispered, "Congrats," and walked past me.
I turned and watched her incredible ass in her tight workout shorts walk down the hall.
"Mmm, that ass is fine and she's got it bad for our cock. She can hardly talk about it without getting hot and bothered," Evil Peter said.
"Isn't Mom enough?" I asked.
"Never enough... just bidding my time... Tiffany will be ours soon," he said.
"Fuck! You're insatiable!"
He laughed as we headed up to our room and got dressed.
**
Becca and I ran into Danny at the aquarium. Both of us had forgotten that he mentioned going there the day I got hit by the car. He didn't look happy to see us together, especially holding hands. It was obvious he liked Becca and was upset she was with me. He was with his mother, wandering around the exhibits a few paces away from her. When he saw us, he tried to pretend he didn't but it didn't work. Becca, pulling me with her, went right up to talk to him.
"Danny!" Becca shouted and waved, "Hey, funny seeing you here," she said.
"Not really, I told you I was coming here this weekend?" he said.
"Oh, right... I forgot," Becca said.
He looked down at our hands as we held each other's and Becca told him the good news he didn't want to hear.
"So, yeah, me and Peter are dating... it kind of happened fast, after the accident," she said, swinging her arm and mine.
"Oh... great," he said, glaring at me.
"You here with your mom?" she asked.
I squeezed her hand to stop her, but she didn't realize she was upsetting him.
"Yeah, so?" he said, on the defensive.
"Nothing, that's great... good to see you," Becca said, finally realizing he was perturbed.
We kind of just wandered off in separate directions but during the day, we saw each other again several times, but didn't talk again. It was going to be awkward around him tomorrow at school I figured.
Around noon we had lunch and ran into another classmate named Brittany. Becca knew her well, me not so much. She's a tiny thing, petite in every way, short, rail thin and has practically no breasts to speak of at all. I mean, if Becca gave her half of hers they'd both have plenty still. Brittany was really cute though and has bright red hair, grey/blue eyes and loves to wear short skirts with leggings up to mid-thigh, which was what she had on then.
"Damn, she's tiny... our cock would split her in half," Evil Peter said in my head as we looked at Brittany standing next to our table.
She and Becca were talking about some assignment for school but I couldn't really pay attention because evil Peter was going off on what our cock would do to poor little Brittany. Which, was probably true.
"Dude, just shut up about Brittany... it's not like we're ever going to get a chance to fuck her. She's way out of our league," I said in our head.
"You sell yourself short, pussy... we totally could have her... haven't your noticed how many times she's looked our way when she's been talking to Becca. Your problem is confidence, you've got none."
"We've got Becca and Mom now so why do we need more?" I said, looking up at Brittany who was looking at me, like evil Peter had said.
She was actually smiling at me.
"You've met Peter before haven't you?" Becca was saying.
"Well, not really, just seen him around," Brittany said, holding out her tiny hand.
I shook it.
"Damn, her hand wouldn't even make it halfway around our cock she's so tiny," evil Peter said, as we held her hand.
Brittany didn't seem to want to let go of my hand, and I pretty much had to pull away from her. She kind of just stared at me and I swear she winked before turning back to Becca to talk. I was a little taken aback and stood up.
"I'm going to go use the bathroom," I said over the two girls talking and walked off.
I found the bathroom, not really needing to go. I stood in front of the mirror and looked at my reflection. I could hear a guy using the urinal and he was soon done, washed his hands and left. I sounded like I was alone in the restroom then but before long the door opened and someone came in. I swear I heard the door being locked and I looked up in the mirror and to my utter astonishment, Brittany was standing behind me.
"What the hell?" I said, turning around.
"Found you?" she said.
"This is the men's bathroom!" I said.
"So... it's just you and me from the looks of it."
"And? Why are you in here?" I asked.
"Came to find you?" she said.
"Why?" I asked.
"I think you know why?" she said, taking a step toward me.
"Oh hell yes we do!" Evil Peter suddenly shouted.
Before I could tell her to get lost and that I was with Becca and she shouldn't be in the men's bathroom looking for whatever she wants with me, evil Peter took over.
"Come to find out what Becca already knows?" Evil Peter asked.
"Yeah, something like that," Brittany said, taking another step until she was directly in front of us.
I was freaking out, trying to tell evil Peter to get out of there and just run or at least tell this tiny girl to get lost. He, of course, was not listening to me. If he did anything with her it could ruin my relationship with Becca because it would inevitably get back to her.
"Well, be my guest... find what you're looking for," Evil Peter said to her.
I couldn't believe this little tiny girl... she was not innocent by any means and her looks were very deceiving. She got this mischievous look on her pretty face and her hands, her tiny hands started groping around our privates until she found what she was looking for. Our cock lurched to life as she ran her hand along the long flaccid shaft.
"Wow..." she said as she slid her hand down the length, "Holy shit, wow!" she said as her hand continued beyond what she expected. "It's huge!" she said pulling her hands away.
"What's wrong? Bit off more than you can chew?" Evil Peter said, chuckling.
"I didn't expect..." she trailed off but then the look of surprise and awe left her face and she got bolder.
"I've got to see it!" she said, grabbing at our shorts again.
"You've got to get out of here... quick before she gets it out!" I screamed in my head.
"Are you fucking nuts? Our greatest asset is about to pay off!" evil Peter said back to me.
Brittany made quick work of our shorts and underwear even as I screamed my complaints. Our half erect cock fell forward, almost hitting her in the face as she yanked our clothing down.
"Fuck me! It's huge! Amazing!" She said when our cock was finally reveled.
Our dick was bouncing slightly, still growing even without her touch, from the excitement of this tiny, hot girl looking at it. She watched it... mesmerized as it continue to grow, moving side to side as it climbed to full height in front of her face. She hesitated then. Taking in the extent of our cock. She finally reached forward and touched it as it throbbed to our heartbeat.
"I've never see one this big before," she said running her fingers down the shaft and back up.
The pleasure was not lost on either me or evil Peter. Our cock lurched at her touch and she wrapped her small hand around the middle of our shaft. Her thumb and longest finger barely made it halfway around our wide girth.
"Shit, it's so wide too!" she said, feeling how fat our cock is.
Suddenly a loud knock came on the bathroom door. Someone was trying to get in. Brittany let go of our cock and stood back up, smoothing her skirt.
"I should go," she said, turning toward the door.
Evil Peter pulled up our pants to try and hide our cock, just as Brittany, unlocked the door and burst out.
"What the hell?" I heard a man's voice say as she darted off.
Evil Peter smiled at the man when he entered and then we walked out of the door as well and back to Becca who was still sitting at our table finishing lunch.
"That took a while?" she said when he sat down across from her.
"Sorry, got lost," he said.
She looked at us weird but didn't say anything.
"So... what's Brittany's deal?" he asked.
"What do you mean?" Becca asked.
"I don't know... she just seems different than she appears."
"Well... she's not as innocent as she looks... I know that for sure."
"Oh... do tell?" Evil Peter said.
"It's not my place to tell you anything... let's just say she's no virgin like she wants everyone to believe."
"Oh, wow... you two talk about stuff like that?" he asked.
"Yeah, a little."
"Did you tell her about us?" I said.
She went a little red and I knew she had.
"It may have slipped out."
"What did you tell her?" he asked.
"I just told her you're my boyfriend now that we kind of had sex."
"And?" he asked.
"And I might have told her it hurt and that you were bigger than normal," she said, looking embarrassed.
"Oh, I see. And what did Brittany say to that?"
"She didn't really believe me, saying that I wouldn't really know since you're my first, but I do know... you're bigger than normal, right?"
"Yeah, we already discussed that," he said.
"Yeah, well she doesn't really believe me so I told her to just forget it."
"Do you thinks she will, or do you think she'll want to really know?" he asked.
"Oh... oh she better not! You better tell me if she tries anything!"
"Too late!"
"What! I'll kill her! Is that why it took so long in the bathroom! Oh, just wait until I find her, I'll kill that little tramp!"
"It's okay, Becca... she only got a look, nothing more!"
"Still, she should have never... oh the nerve of her!"
She stood up and started looking around for Brittany, fire in her eyes. I thought she might actually kill Brittany if she found her. Evil Peter stood up, trying to calm her down and it worked for the most part. Probably because Brittany was nowhere to be seen.
"Tomorrow at school, I'm going to give her a piece of my mind. If she thinks she can have my boyfriend, she's got another thing coming."
"She doesn't have me, nor will she ever... I'm all yours," Evil Peter said.
Becca believed him. I however, did not.
**
Back home, Mom welcomed us and had dinner ready. It was almost dark by the time we got done at the aquarium. We never saw Brittany again, so I think she had left after the bathroom incident. Evil Peter had given me back control soon after he settled Becca down. He didn't stop talking about Brittany and how awed she had been with our cock. He couldn't wait to see her again and had no plans on keeping it in his pants when he did. I was a little afraid for Brittany. Becca could probably break her in half and with the threat of giving her a piece of her mind the next day was ominous.
We all sat down for dinner. Even Tiffany was there. Mom had made a great meal and we sat around eating and chatting, laughing and having a good time. After dinner I helped Becca clean up while Mom and Tiffany did whatever they wanted. After the meal was cleaned up, Mom found me and gave me a razor she had picked up for Becca.
"Thanks, Mom," I said.
"Sure thing, sweetie. How is Becca?"
"Fine, I think, she hasn't complained."
"That's good, but I'm sure she is still sore and maybe for a while... so if... well... if you need me..." she trailed off.
"Right, if I do I'll let you know and you do the same... I know how long it's been and now that... well I know you have needs now."
"I do... and... I know it's only been last night but I can't... well I thought about what we did all day, Peter and I'm kind of aching for more."
"That's probably normal after so long. I'll help after everyone's asleep."
"Oh, good... I'll plan on it then," she said with a big smile as she turned and walked away.
"Fuck yeah, Bro! Going to fuck you're hot mom again tonight! Can't wait," Evil Peter said.
"I kind of can't wait either," I said back.
**
Becca and I stayed up pretty late talking with Tiffany. They seemed to be getting along and liking each other. Mom stayed up for a while with us but then wandered off to her room, after giving me a look that she was doing so. A knowing look to not keep her waiting too long. My cock jumped in my shorts at the thought. Evil Peter wouldn't even have to take control to get me to do her again. I was so looking forward to it, remembering how incredible she was the first time.
After Mom left, I feigned a yawn and acted like I was tired. Tiffany and Becca didn't really get the hint, so about twenty minutes later I mentioned we had school tomorrow and we should probably get some sleep. It worked. Tiffany wandered off to her room and I walked Becca to the attic stairs and we kissed goodnight.
"I'd invite you up, but I'm still kind of sore," Becca said, giving me another kiss.
"I'm sure you are. Let's let you get healed up before we do anything more," I said.
"You sure... I mean I could... help you out if you need me to."
"That's really nice of you, Becca but I'm okay... I'll wait until you're better."
"Okay, thanks for understanding," she said, kissed me again and headed up to my room.
Walking back to my couch, my cock was already getting excited to sneak into my mother's room. I didn't know how long I should wait before I headed in. I could still hear both Becca and Tiffany moving around and Tiffany came out of her room a little later to use the bathroom. I gave it another half hour before thinking about moving.
The house was quiet, lights were off and I figured they were well on their way to sleeping. My cock was rock hard, just from anticipation and I was almost shaking with excitement to get up and get into Mom's room. I finally did, quietly rolling out of bed and tip toeing down the hall with a huge hardon in my pajamas. As quietly as I could, I turned the knob on Mom's door and let myself in. Her nightstand lamp was dimed low and she smiled at me when I entered, shutting and locking the door behind me. I walked around to her side of the bed and she immediately turned toward me, reaching out for my pajamas.
"My boy's ready for me," she said, pulling down my pajamas and underwear in one motion. She grabbed a hold of my cock and pulled the head into her mouth immediately. She was naked from what I could see, with her top half out of the covers. I watched her large breasts jiggle as she sucked my cock deep, taking as much as she could into her mouth like she has done before. Pleasure flooded my body and I moaned from the intense sensation of her hot, wet mouth so deep on my cock. She held me deep, I could feel her tongue trying to move under the width of my shaft. Then she brought me out, sucked the head and stroked a little with her hand as she rolled over onto her tummy.
"I used to love to suck your father... he was always such a challenge for me," she said, looking up at my face before sucking me back into her mouth.
I just moaned, loving the attention and skill of this talented woman. She really did seem to love it, taking her time and practically worshiping my cock with her mouth and hands. She used her mouth more than anything, sucking me deep, shallow, hard, soft, fast and slow like a pro.
"It brings back so many memories. It's so similar to your father, it's amazing," Mom said, taking a little break.
"It gets me so wet too," she giggled, sucking me back into her mouth.
Mom sucked my cock for over fifteen minutes until my balls were ready to burst and she knew I was close. I had never had a blowjob that long before and it was so phenomenal I didn't dare stop her. It was mind-blowing what she could do with her mouth.
"I better stop," she said, letting my cock out of her mouth.
I stood there for a few seconds as my cock just throbbed and chilled in the open air, covered in my pre-cum and her saliva. I was so close to cumming I didn't dare touch it. She smiled up at me, watching my cock just pulse and throb.
"My baby liked that, didn't you?" she asked.
"Oh, yeah... you're incredible," I said.
"It's been a long time but I still remember how," she said, grinning.
She suddenly flipped over on her her back as she threw the sheets off of her and scooted her butt to the edge of the bed just under my raging cock. She was completely naked and her sex was glistening with her lips engorged and hanging open. Her large breasts making perfect circles of beauty, capped off with taunt nipples. She looked ripe for the taking and needed no preparation at all. I thought about just bending my ragging cock down and sliding it into her but I knew I wouldn't last a minute since I was so close to cumming from the blowjob. Instead I dropped to my knees and figured I'd get some more practice in oral.
Mom was tangy, hot and wet. The blowjob really had her worked up and I'm sure waiting for me to come in the room had helped as well. I found her clit plumped up and begging to be licked and nibbled on, which caused her to arch her back and moan under my mouth. My hands reached up and fondled her large round breasts as I ate her out, licking her labia, clit and tonguing her hot hole as deep as my tongue would go.
She let me eat her for five minutes before she said, "Peter! I have to have you in me!" in a quiet but forceful voice.
I stood up, wiped my face and thankfully my cock had calmed down a fraction. Bending it down, I sawed my wide head up and down her wet sex before sliding the whole of my cock into her in one long motion. We both moaned with pleasure as each inch disappeared from view.
"Fuck yeah! Damn your mom feels good!" Evil Peter yelled along with the moan. "Now fuck her hard and fast... take it to that pussy!"
I ignored him, basking in the heat and sensations wrapped around my cock. She took it all with no problem, every inch of my extensive cock was in my mother as my hips hit her body. I held myself deep, reached forward and fondled her large breasts again, tweaking the nipples and squeezing the plentiful soft flesh.
"Oh, Peter... it's perfect... so deep and wide... just like your father."
Fondling her beasts, I pulled out to my head and eased back in, letting the slow motion pleasure every inch of my cock as I slid it back into her. Back out, back in, over and over as I tweaked her nipples and played. My heart was racing, the pleasure was intense and was exactly what I expected from her. She milked my cock... I could feel her muscles grip it as it withdrew each time, like she wanted to keep it from leaving. I could tell she was working them, getting her pleasure on as well. I was humming with pleasure so fast, the arousal spiked and if I went any faster I was sure I'd blow in seconds.
"That's it, baby... give it to mother, just like that... all of it each time. Oh Peter it's so good... so perfect."
She moaned and basked in the length and width of my cock. I watched the wide base stretch her pussy, pulling on her lips as I dipped the last couple inches into her, spreading them away from her clit. It glistened, plump and red with blood and arousal. Taking one hand off her left breast, I used my index finger to rub her engorged clit and she arched into me even more. A cry of pleasure, maybe too loud, escaped her lips before she could cut it off mid scream. She covered her mouth, her eyes smiling up at me for the mistake. It felt so damn good I didn't care who heard.
"Damn, your mother's pussy is on fire! She's just milking us hardcore!" Evil Peter said in my head.
My pleasure was growing, even at a slow speed it felt so good I couldn't stop it from climbing and climbing. I was still so new and it was difficult to last, even though I wanted to. I think she saw the concern on my face, the wish to be able to last and the frustration that I couldn't.
"It's okay, Peter... you'll get better the more we practice... you have school tomorrow so, just cum for Mommy so you can get some rest."
I was too overcome with pleasure to speak so I just nodded, thrusting my cock into her only three more times before I hit the point of no return. Clenching my muscles to hold in the bliss for a second more, I pulled out my rock hard cock and stroked myself off onto her chest and stomach. Seven long white ropes of semen fell down on her one after the other as my cock exploded forth. My legs clenched, my ass tightened, and I groaned my love as each torrent shot from my purple head down onto her. It was incredible.
"Mmmm, so much again, give it all to mommy... I love when you cum on me," she said as my cock finished up and dribbled own on her shaved mound. She had prepared ahead of time with a towel. I cleaned her up and kissed her on the forehead when I was done.
"This was exactly what I needed again, honey. Thank you. You go get some rest now."
I put my pajamas bottoms back on and snuck back to my couch. Falling asleep quickly.