My Little Sister's New Job Part 3 - Sex Stories

My Little Sister's New Job Part 3

“Hey guys, I’m home. Anybody here?” The front door of my house slams shut and I hear keys hitting the table. Normally I wouldn't care for my mother’s arrival but this time I panic, I was balls deep in my little sister and was just about to bust a nut. My mother is walking around downstairs probably taking off her shoes and going through the mail before going to her room to undress. I completely forgot she was coming home early and I blame my sister for it. She’s such a hot fuck of a thirteen year old, my little redheaded sex slave that I've been fucking for almost a year. I have to finish off and get ready to pretend like very young pussy isn't getting pounded in this house. I pop my dick out of her twat and move up to my sister’s face after we were in missionary position. “Open your mouth beautiful, here I come.” I said whispering. Marissa opens her mouth. Her pouty lips, perfect white teeth and her pink tongue are ready for a coating of cum. I stroke my cock until six ropes of cum fly out, hitting her parted lips, up her nose and all the way to her forehead. She starts licking the cum on her lips and gives me a playful laugh. “Mmhh, tastes better than last time.” she said. I’m cleaning up to get ready to distract my mom so Marissa can run to clean up. I’m wiping up with a dirty sock and febreezing the room and myself from the stink of sex. “When I get downstairs and hear me talk to mom go discreetly to the bathroom. Wait until I get up here so you can go downstairs. Oh and ...

... remember, you've been in your room all day.” “Are you still taking me to the mall?” Marissa asked playfully. She got off the bed and was walking with me towards the door while wiping her face with her panties. “Of course, I promised I’d take you and your friend to the mall, when have I ever broken a promise?” She smiled and got on her tiptoes for a kiss. We french kissed while I squeezed her nice small bubble butt. I had to stop before I end up fucking her again, “ I love you.” she said. “I love you, too. We leave in two hours.” I went out the door and down the stairs. The light of my mom’s room was on and I could hear the shower in the adjacent bathroom running. I felt a little relieved that my mom decided to keep the monotonous ritual of arrival and didn't break it by checking up on us when we didn’t respond. I walk into her room and there are clothes strewn on the floor and I notice the sexy lingerie my mother was wearing. Could that mean my mother was seeing someone? Or maybe she fancied some guy at her job? Whatever, I’ll try to sneak that question when we talked later. “Hey mom, what’s up? I asked through the closed bathroom. “Hi honey, I’ll be out in a sec.” I heard the shower switch off and the sound of her getting out. Seconds later the door opened and out walked my extremely gorgeous mother. I always fancied my mother and I attribute it to a big reason of why I fuck so intensely my sister, who’s a mirror image of our mom. She stands at 5 ft 6’, long curly red hair, ...