Road Trip - Part 5 - Sex Stories

Road Trip - Part 5

... answer if it embarrasses you. I’m sure you heard your sister. After all, you were sharing a bed. Dad and I were making a lot of noise too, which I’m sure you heard as well. That may be why Ann was masturbating, if that’s what she was doing. There are other possible explanations.”

This conversation was getting very uncomfortable. Mom was leading up to something. Did she know or was she only guessing?

“You and your sister could have been having oral sex. There’s nothing wrong with it. I did it all the time back in college.”

If Mom really thought Ann was sucking my cock or I was eating her pussy, she didn’t seem very upset about it. Was she looking for a confession? She wasn’t going to get it. Her last statement had me wondering how many cocks she had sucked before she met Dad. They didn’t meet until after college.

“The other possibility, of course, is that you and Ann were having sex, and by that I mean fucking.”

Holy shit, Mom had used the ‘f’ word. Did she know? Was I busted? I was waiting for the other shoe to drop.

“Actually, I’m pretty sure you were fucking your sister, honey. Don’t worry. I’m not angry. She may be your sister, but she’s also someone you love, and it’s important Ann is with someone who cares about her as she becomes a woman.”

Was Mom encouraging me to fuck Ann? I was speechless.

“It’s also important that you learn how to pleasure a woman properly, and that you have someone who loves you to teach you. Someone like your ...

... Mommy.”

Her hand slid into my lap and squeezed my cock. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I also couldn’t stop my cock from immediately growing hard. Mom used both hands to unbuckle my shorts and pull down the zipper. She slid to the floor in front of me, peeling off my shorts and briefs. My hard cock popped up from between my thighs.

“Very nice, honey. I can see one thing you inherited from your Dad.”

Mom wedged herself between my knees and wrapped her hand around my throbbing flesh. She leaned forward and licked my knob, then pushed my cock up towards my stomach and kissed her way down the length. She sucked my balls into her mouth one at a time. My head was spinning with both lust and confusion. This was my mom. It shouldn't be happening, but it was, and my cock begged for more.

She kissed her way back up my length and slid my knob between her lips. She fluttered her tongue on a spot just below the crown. It drove me wild. She pulled her lips away and rubbed her thumb across the same spot. Every nerve ending in my body was firing on high. I was going to shoot. Before that happened, Mom squeezed the base of my cock so tight she forced the cum back into my balls. A small trickle of white oozed out the top. She licked it off.

“The place where Mommy was rubbing is called your glans.”

I had no idea why she kept calling herself Mommy. Did she get off on it? I don’t know why, but I found it exciting. There was something so nasty and forbidden about what we were doing, ...