“Oh God!” Jenny moans, pulling her knees up and locking her ankles behind her son’s thighs. Her arms encircle him asshe urges him on, rocking her body with his fast paced rhythm. My orgasm is building as I watch my sister fucking her own son.
“Fuck me, Jeremy!” Jenny yells. “Fuck me hard, son!” she begs, beads of sweat forming on her forehead as Jeremy’s powerful thrusts smash her into the mattress.
All thoughts of my own orgasm are extinguished as the realization hits me. She knows! She was expecting him! They’ve done this before! I’m dazed as I just stare at the unbelievable image on the computer screen. My nephew and my sister fucking like crazy, her nails clawing his back as he pounds his cock into her. What the fuck is going on?
I extract my fingers from my soggy cunt and just sit there, leaking juice onto the desk chair as my nephew slams into my sister one final time. As he jerkily spews his seed into his mother’s pussy, I try to make sense of it all. I knew Jenny was obsessed with her son but I never thought… Jenny’s voice bellows through the speakers.
“How was your date?” she asks, smiling at her son as she strokes his head, brushing his hair back.
“Very funny,” he says. “I put the condoms in the wastebasket, messed up the sheets and smeared your juice on them. Then I made some popcorn and watched a movie,” he says, matter-of-factly. “How was yours?” he asks more excitedly, pulling his head back to look in her eyes. What the fuck?
“Oh God!” she exclaims. “You were right! She tastes wonderful!” Ohmygod!
“I told you!” he says. “Did she eat you, too?” he asks, still lying on top of her with his cock in her pussy.
Godamnit! I pound my fist on the desktop. They set this whole thing up!
“No,” she says. “Someone sent a text message just as we were getting to that,” she says, playfully pushing his nose with her finger.
“Sorry,” he says. “I thought it was time.”
“It’s alright,” she smiles. “It probably worked out for the best. Did you go see her? What did she say?”
“No, I called and she told me you two drank too much and she was tired,” he says. “She sounded kind of funny.”
“What do you mean? Like drunk? We did drink quite a few margaritas.” Jenny says.
I was right to suspect something sinister was going on. Here’s the fucking proof! I’ve been played with like a fucking sex toy! I can’t believe my own sister would do this! I wonder if John is in on it.
“No, kind of suspicious, actually,” he says quietly. “Maybe it’s just my guilty conscious,” he adds. “I wish we didn’t have to do all this,” he says, leaning up again. “I love Aunt Sara and I hate lying to her and manipulating her.” Well at least that’s something positive I think, although I’m still fuming.
“I know,” Jenny says, placing her palm against his cheek. “So do I but we both agreed that it would never have worked if you approached her directly.” What’s she talking about. Approached me directly about what?
“Like you approached me right after I turned eighteen,” he smiles. What? Jenny approached her own son… about sex?