I noticed that evil look in Evie’s eyes just before she started to dismount my still imbedded shaft. Mom could see her balancing over my 8″ shaft before she shouted “OOPS!” and slammed back onto me as she groaned out “Oh fuck me, Dale!” in imitation of our mother. After a brief shudder Evie grinned at me and then once more slowly, and I mean very slowly, pulled all the way up and off of me. She looked at our mom and said, “Happy now?” before quickly leaning over and sucking about three inches of my cock rapidly into her mouth and then pulled right back off. “Yummy! My pussy tastes sooooo good!”
“EVA!” mom yelled once more as she stomped her foot. “Both of you girls go wait in Eva’s room; we’ll talk when I’m finished with Dale!”
Sis leaned over and gave me a quick kiss saying “Go easy on her, my soon to be mother-fucking brother!” I was speechless as she winked and slid off the bed. Both girls then walked out of my room without bothering to gather up their clothing that was strewn about my room. Evie got a look from our mom and she shut the door behind them.
It took mom several moments to start our ‘talk’ and I studied her while I waited. At 39 she was looking better than most college girls, the definite source of Evie’s good looks and my handsome features. Her body is a solid 34B-24-34 that she easily maintains with her part-time job as an aerobics instructor at the local gym. Lustrous golden brown hair, bright green eyes and fantastic legs put the finishing touches on my awesome mother.
“Dale, how could you do that to your sister? And please put some clothing on.”
“Mom, in case you missed it, Evie was on top and therefore ‘doing me’!” I noticed her pointed nipples poking through her bra and top and decided to push the envelope a little with, “and this is MY room so I’d rather stay like I am,” and waved a hand over my body and drooping cock. Drooping but still aiming at the ceiling.
“Oh…um,” mom stammered as her eyes looked at my cock, then my face, then my cock where they stayed for several seconds before she blushed and looked away.
Taking a chance I asked, “Mom, how big is dad?”
She looked at me puzzled before her eyes grew and she gasped “His cock? Dale, you shouldn’t ask something like that!” Her gaze had locked onto my cock once more so when I repeated my question I purposely flexed my cock making it bounce above me. “Oh god,” mom said softly, then offered, “He’s 5, maybe 5 ½” long and much smaller around than … never mind!”
“Mom, come sit by me, it’ll be more comfortable for you.”
“No, I can’t!”
“Sure you can! You were tired, you need to sit down. Sit DOWN mom!” I ordered her. She did, her gaze still on my cock. “Um, son, how long …”
“Just over 8 inches mom!” I said proudly.
Mom scowled at me as she continued, “As I was saying, how long has this been going on?”
“Oh let me think, oh yeah, we started going at it around ten this morning and haven’t stopped for very long since then.”
“That’s not what I … SINCE 10 THIS MORNING!” I nodded and she once more looked at my now fully rock hard cock. She stared at it for several seconds before asking, “Dale, you were getting soft when I sat down, but now you look fully hard. How come?”