Control Ch. 2 Mom Steps In - Sex Stories

Control Ch. 2 Mom Steps In

... Fuck sake, Sis, you know what I mean.”

“Like I said, Terry,” she whispered sexily, “It’s nothing to be ashamed of. Really, I do it all the time. If you want to, we can do it together.”

Her body, still etched in my memory, played like a movie in my mind. Every sexy detail was brought back from last evening: The glistening of her fingers, wet and slick with her sex juices, sliding deep into her pussy. The thin strip of hair, trimmed neatly above her sex. The way her nipples grew pointy when I felt her fingers wrap tightly around my hard shaft. I was rock hard as soon as she suggested we masturbate together.

“I can see that you want to,” Megan whispered, her eyes on my growing bulge.

Of course I wanted to. She was teasing me and I was getting hard. Yeah, she was my sister, but at the same time, she was hot as fuck. Long dirty blond hair with a fresh perm. Long legs and a lithe body like one of those hippy archaeologist girls that would be at home in a tent on the side of a snow-covered mountain or in a ditch in an Egyptian dig site.

“Right now?” I asked nervously.

“No,” my sister shook her head, “Tonight after Dad gets drunk and Mom goes to work.”

I didn’t answer. Quietly, I stood in front of her, my heart pounding and my head spinning. She knew I was hard. Not knowing what to say, I opened her door and walked to my bedroom to masturbate again. My cock lead the way like a bloodhound tracking a fleeing bandit.

Once behind my locked door, I decided not to ...

... jack off, ‘Better to save it for tonight,’ I thought. Still, my mind was playing over the night before and if my sister was serious about later tonight. I needed to get my mind off it, so I tried working out with some dumbbells that I kept under my bed. My dick remained hard. I really wanted to jack off.

‘Maybe I’ll go for a run,’ I thought, ‘Surely it’ll go away if I go outside and jog around.’ So, after putting on some very loose fitting shorts, I yelled, “I’m going for a run,” to my mother as I passed a kitchen. Her attention was on some dumbass daytime television show, so she didn’t notice the boner leading my charge, I thought. I tried to do stretches on the porch, but my dick kept poking out from the leg of my shorts.

The run was supposed to calm my dick and get my mind off my sister. It was supposed to, but two miles in and my dick was still rigid and she was all I could think about. The dirtiness and the sexiness of what had happened kept playing in my head. I knew that I wasn’t supposed to think about my sister in this way, but damn if I couldn’t stop myself, ‘Maybe,’ I thought, ‘I should just find a place to hide and just go ahead and masturbate.’

After another two miles, I slowed to a walk, my cock finally dropping to half erect. Still bulging but not nearly as uncomfortable, I turned around to walk the mile and a half back to my house, “Hey, Terry,” called James Craft, one of my friends from school, “I saw you jogging.”

“Hey, man,” I answered, “What’s ...