I was thinking of what it would have been like if I had fucked her when I had the chance earlier. I was wondering what mom would taste like, what her pussy would feel like. If it was bigger than Michelle’s, or still as tight, when suddenly it occurred to me that I had been openly ogling my mother for a very long time and, even worse, that my penis was fully hard again. While the rest of my blood rushed to my cheeks, I diverted my gaze from mom’s pussy. As I looked up, I saw she was looking at me too, smiling as she looked between my legs. A quick glance confirmed that my cock was making an obscene tent in my sweatpants, and mom had seen it too.
She smiled at me and winked. To my horror, a dark spot developed at the tip of my cock.
Betrayed by my own cock! Mom smiled again and slowly licked her lips. Then she spread her legs a little more, for me. I couldn’t help but stare at the forbidden female flesh that was being displayed.
I could hear Michelle chuckle softly next to me. She could see everything, and knew what was going on. She had read my mind correctly earlier, and she had not forgotten about my inappropriate feelings for our mother. She didn’t put a halt to it, but I don’t think she knew to what extent our mother was torturing me right now.
“How many guys were there, did you say?” mom asked casually as she drained her second glass of wine.
“Twenty-four” Michelle said.
“You know, there’s one thing that could make this day absolutely, truly unforgettable” mom said as she nonchalantly slid her fingers between her moist labia and tickled her distended clit.
“It’s still your birthday. We’d be glad to help” I said, my throat suddenly parched.
“Well… It has always been my dream to get fucked by twenty… five… men” She said as she unashamedly continued to masturbate in front of us. Her pussy was making soft wet noises as she was pushing her fingers slid inside. My cock was swelling to painful proportions and my throat was feeling parched.
“What do you mean, mom?”
“Mike, would you help me make my dream come true?”
“You mean…?”
“Yes. I’m asking you to fuck me”
Of course I would, but there was one obstacle, though. It took all my restraint not to jump at her offer. Only my love for my twin was stronger than my lust for mom.
“I’d love to mom, but I should ask my girlfriend first” I said, mentally kicking myself.
“Your girlfriend?” she asked surprised.
“Yeah. Three weeks today. But we’re keeping it a secret”
“Good for you!” she smiled. “So… do you think she’d mind?”
For a moment, I considered faking a phone call, hoping my sister would signal a ‘yes’ or ‘no’. Preferably a ‘yes’. I decided to do something else.
“Let’s ask her now.” I said. “Michelle?”
“Thank you Mike” Michelle said and got out of her armchair. She walked up to me and sat down on my armrest, her arm around my neck.
“It’s okay, my love” she whispered as she ran her fingers through my hair and gave me a big kiss. Mom’s pumping fingers stopped moving as she looked bug eyed at the two of us.
“I want you to fuck mom as good as you always fuck me. I want to hear her scream” Michelle said, loud enough for mom to hear.
Our mother looked at me, then at my twin, then at me again. Eventually, a smile formed on her lips.
“Come here son. Make me scream”
“Wait a minute, mom. Let me get him ready for you”
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