The thought of licking that milk off her wet body got me off four times in 45 minutes, a record for me! At last I was spent and fell asleep with one of my t-shirts still wrapped around my cock.
When I woke up it was dark, and I could hear my dad and sisters pulling into the drive way. I decided to take a shower, and jerked off a couple of times in there, as well. I felt so disgusted with myself, but all I could think about was my mom gasping and writhing as I used my tongue to tickle her belly button while I lapped milk out of it. I hated my dad for having the wonderful privilege of being able to make love to my mother any time he wanted, especially since I had overheard my mother asking him several times why they weren’t having sex much anymore.
When I dried off (and got off, again), I dressed and headed downstairs for dinner. The family was seated around the table, and the only open seat was next to my mom.
“Hey, kiddo!” she called as I came down the stairs. “Your dad brought Chinese!”
I immediately noticed that my mom was wearing a thin yellow summer dress and white flip-flops. She had a yellow ribbon tied in her hair with a daisy on it. I grew impossibly horny the moment I saw her, my mind going straight to an image of her laying on the kitchen island in that tiny dress, pouring sweet milk on her breasts which heaved beneath the flimsy wet fabric.
“You know what, I’m not really hungry. I’m gonna go hang out at Stephen’s house. I’ll see you guys.” I raced out the door before anyone could say a word to me. I didn’t go to Stephen’s house, though. Instead, I went to the old tree house in our backyard and sat alone for a while, staring at my mom through the dining room window. Despite all the jerking off I had done that day, I felt my cock swell. I reached into my pants and began to stroke myself. I loved the way my beautiful mom gracefully crossed her legs, the way one flip-flop dangled alluringly from her cute little foot with its candy-yellow painted toenails. I even thought about how much like my mother my older sisters looked, and I began to imagine them all, mother and sisters, pouring creamy milk all over each other and slowly, seductively licking it off each others’ wet bodies. I knew it was wrong to think about this stuff, but that was what made it so amazingly hot. I came so hard that I actually shouted out, “Oh fuck!”.
For the next week or so I avoided my mom like the plague. I was still embarrassed about what had happened, but even more, I was still aroused, and if just thinking about her gave me a painful erection, I knew actually being around her, smelling her, hearing her sweet voice and laughter, would all push me over the edge again.
That next Saturday, my father and sisters went out again to see another movie. I was invited, but I didn’t feel like being in the car with my mom, who I didn’t know had also declined the invitation. I thought I would have the house to myself. I sat down at the computer in the living room and began searching the web for advice on incestuous fantasies and how to deal with them. Everything I read that should have helped me only made me hornier, though, so I left the PC and decided to watch TV instead.
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