Before she left my room that first night we fucked two more times and I was really surprised at what a good fuck she was. At first, since it was new, we fucked every couple of days. After a few months we slowed down a little and fucked about once a week…some times more. We had fun with sex and we fucked in every room in the house. She loved to fuck in the kitchen and out by the pool when the weather was warm. We even fucked in the garage several times.
One evening I’d gotten home from work and she told me that my sister Riana and her husband were splitting up and Riana would be moving in with us until her divorce from that jackass husband of her’s was final. I admit that I was disappointed at the news mainly because I knew that, with my sister in the house the sex between us would all but stop once she moved in.
It was the first time in my life that I was finally getting enough sex and I loved it — I didn’t want to give it up even if it was with my own mother.
Riana was in her late thirties when she moved in to the house. She’s four years older than me and because of our age difference we were never really close. Actually, when we got to be adults things got better between us for a while…at least until she married her last husband.
Anyway, it was good to see her and I was surprised at how much like mother she was. She’s slim, very attractive, with average tits and kind of a small, tight ass. Riana has always kept herself looking good — I’ll say that for her. We’ve lived separate lives for the past several years and we haven’t seen as much of each other as we probably should have so it was good to see her.
Riana wanted her old room and moved into the bedroom next to Julia’s. That meant that we couldn’t have sex in her room for fear of Riana hearing us. Unfortunately, as I was worried about, sex between mother and me pretty much stopped. Sometimes on the weekend when Riana was out shopping or something like that and we knew she’d be gone for a while we’d have time to fuck but, naturally, we always had to be careful she didn’t come home unexpectedly and catch us. We rarely got the opportunity to engage in the usual slow, sensuous and satisfying way of fucking that we’d both come to enjoy.
About four or five months after Riana moved in, for several reasons, Julia and I hadn’t had sex for over four or five weeks and we both were extremely horny but we hid it pretty well. I remember that it was late on a Saturday night; about half-an-hour after we all had gone to bed I was almost asleep when I heard a soft tapping on my door. I got out of bed and I tried to hide behind my door as I opened it. Julia was standing there in the dark hallway. Before I could say anything she put her index finger to her lips so I wouldn’t say anything. The lights were out in my room but there was enough light to see that she was wearing her white silk robe that hung from her shoulders and was completely open in the front exposing her nude body. I felt myself getting an immediate hard on as she came into my room. I closed the door very quietly and by the time I got to the bed she was already lying on her back with her legs spread. She was cupping one of her breast with her left hand and her right hand was over her pussy and her fingers were lightly fondling her own clit. “We must be very quiet,” she said with a soft giggle as I got on the bed. “I’m so horny…I can’t go another night without sex…the vibrator just isn’t the same as your cock,” she added in a soft whisper.