Control Ch. 4 - Sex Stories

Control Ch. 4

I was lying atop fresh sheets and blankets, my cock as hard as ever, thinking about the day and the amazing blowjob I had gotten from my mom. My mind in a whirl, skipped to the amazing way that I masturbated with my sister as well. My cock head, though technically we hadn’t fucked, had slipped between her sweet pussy lips. I came instantly and like a horse, spewing more cum than I ever had.

‘If it felt that good just from the way we had done it,’ I thought, ‘Real fucking is going to be unbelievable.’

I wondered if she would ever let me. I could only imagine, never having fucked a girl, how amazing it would be. I also wondered if my mother would repeat our earlier fun. She had sent many videos to my phone. I watched them all, stroking my dick as I did. For the last three hours I stroked, bringing myself just to the edge of orgasm then stopping until the feeling passed.

One video showed her sucking the UPS driver. His black cock, though not as big as my own, was impressive. He was circumcised and the head and last few inches of his cock was pink rather than black. It was a curious thing to see. I wondered if he tasted different to her than I did. His cum was not thick like mine but more liquid. I wondered if she liked it more.

Mom sucked like a Hoover vacuum taking his hard, black cock deep into her throat.

Opening her mouth wide, she looked at her phone when his cock began to pump cum onto her tongue. Just like a porn star, she showed the camera a mouthful of ...

... white cum just before swallowing it in one big gulp. Squeezing his cock, she licked the last bit of cum from the tip.

I nearly jumped from my bed when my phone began to ring. It was James Craft. You remember, the guy I ran into during my jog earlier in the day. I could only imagine what that horny fucker wanted. I let it go to voice mail the first time but he called again without leaving a message. I figured that I might as well answer. He would continue to call until I did.

“Hey, James.” I greeted, “What’s up man?”

“My dick,” he answered with a chuckle. “How’s it going with your sister’s friend?”

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

“You gotta tell me, Terry.”

“No shit, James,” I warned him, “You can’t repeat any of this.”

“I swear, but not on the phone,” he said, the excitement in his voice was obvious, “I’m coming over.”

“What? It’s ten o’clock at night.”

“So what, I’m on my way. I’ll be there in five minutes.”

“Okay, okay. You just hafta leave before my mom gets home.”

“Deal,” he agreed, “I’ll be there in five minutes.”

“Okay, but come to my window. Don’t knock on the door.”

“Whatever you say. Seeya in five.”

I hung up the phone and found a pair of basketball shorts to cover my dick that just would not wilt. It didn’t really matter. He saw my bulge this morning and didn’t even try to hide his. It would have been very embarrassing had anyone seen the both of us standing there with our boners on display. It wouldn't surprise me, ...