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Was no real use in closing my door, mom was coming back. It also gave me a chance to watch her butt do a ‘shimmy shake’ my car would have lost its rear end on.

My cell went off again And I swore it rang ‘Hot Kinky-Hot Kinky’. Didn’t know it at the time but tonight was going to be a barrage of thoughts getting into my head. The first one being that my aunt would only being able to watch, but not actually participate in this hot kinky she wanted so bad. That got me into a rolling boil of anticipation, and as always, getting blindly fired up ended bad for me.

“SON OF A BITCH!”

My knee hit the ground first, then my ass. Same place Mom’s had landed when I’d presumed it to have left the bed in an act of guilt. As I brought my foot up to see what the hell I’d stepped on, my heart sank. It was a rhinestone from Cathy’s stocking I’d wrecked. No presumption on my part, I felt like dad, a cheater, and that pissed me off. All of this had been prearranged, but I still felt guilty. WHY?

An act of defiance? Figured I was owed? Don’t know. I let the cell beedle away and just turned on my comp. Mr. Bear was going live soon so why answer it. (was kind of surprised when the O.S had to set things up for him.) The screen flickered and my eyes widened. Mom wasn’t the only one who’d gone through a makeover.

“HOLY SHIT! Cathy??” Her first look was surprise that Mr. Bear was working with no mom in sight. Second one showed she didn’t like what she saw, namely my shocked look.

“Oh god you hate it. There only extensions. I’ll get rid of them, sorry.”

Godiva, Lady Godiva. Just not blonde. The extensions in her hair flowed from her shoulders over her breasts. Every shade of brown speckled with white fell in a water fall of gradients feathered around her face. The whole effect softened her being in the most genital way.

“No babe, I definitely do not hate it. Are they as soft as your real hair?” An image of her running my cock through them made my eyes widen, “Sorry. Bad thoughts.”

“LMAO, Get your cock outta my hair. In fact there SOFTER! Wrap your dick in that.”

“How do you do that?!? How do you know what I’m thinking??”

“I’m your wife to be remember. So? Okay hair?”

“Very okay.” I wasn’t though, now I felt even more guilty. “Hey, you should move here…I miss you. You know I love you right?”

Cathy had been sitting in a playboy pose close to what mom had been in, she moved when I asked that to cross legged with her elbows on her knees, face in hands. “Yes. What’s wrong?”

Like I said, I knew it was all set up, but she didn’t know what had already happened. “I cheated on you. And I’m not sorry. Just, I’m a… asshole.”

“Oh god lover, no, you are not, and you didn’t.” Her eyes shifted to my doorway. “Hey sis. Couldn’t wait huh?”

Mom was in that dress, make up redone, nipple hard, and looking like a decade full of wet dreams. She was also close to tears. With no acknowledgment to Cathy I was told, “No you are malkara escort not a cheater baby boy. Oh my god. Cathy we pushed it. I’m sorry this was such a bad Idea. I should have just left you alone not forced myself. God damn what is wrong with me?.

“MOM! Nothing. Did you see me running away? If anyone it’s me at fault. I’m getting married for fuck’s sake..”

Haven’t checked yet but I’m sure my comp speakers are blown.

“HOLY SHIT!! ENOUGH! Damn you two. Lover, you didn’t cheat, shit. I wanted to watch; don’t you get that by now? I LOVE WATCHING!! Me and your mom used to spend hours talking about how we’d love to watch each other get laid. And, well..’sigh’. Don’t ask us how, we don’t know, it’s supposed to be only twins from the same ovum. But we can feel what, not always but sometimes, happens to the other. Were monozygotic.”

“Mono-what-who?”

“It means what I just said about twins and feeling.”

“Oh.” That one statement brought on some very quizzical looks along the lines of, ‘that’s it’? As bad as it sounds, the guilt was pretty much immediately replaced with a longing to test that, ‘feel me, feel you’ theory. So I had an idea. Sometime during the next round of activities Cathy wasn’t going to be able to see what was going on.

“Cathy you are definitely going to get something to watch, and if

you’re telling the truth; you’re going to cum hard too. In fact we all are.” (I bet all of you got a red-light to nix however this idea was going to play out. Next time be a friend. Kick me in the nuts) “Between our cells and the bear himself, we’ll be in split screen heaven.”

A prog, one web site, and not a little bit of angle math, SHAZAM! we had all the views anybody, (Yup, ANYBODY) would need to watch. One cell was positioned so you could see from headboard to foot board, the other the exact opposite. Mr. Bear was left where he was, my comp screen showed all three angles.

Cathy gave a drawn out, ‘Ohhhh’ followed by Mom’s, “You gonna make us all porn stars?”

“No mom.”

-WRONG-

What was wrong was that I didn’t click one little check box. If you want to sign up for an e-mail about how paint dries?, Fifty captcha’s, want to make sure everyone in your cell phone doesn’t get notified when you’re online? Not a one. My saving grace was there were only close friends in my directory, and I did see the one not to have a chat room.

Cathy was the only one who didn’t have to shift eyes through all of what was going to happen. Me and Mom would have to look at the computer to see her. “So sis? Do you want to know what his cock feels like rammed into your cunt via mine?”

“Been there done that, my vibrators are not that good.”

Mom giggled “Did you like it? I know I sure did.”

“Yeah, I kind of got that impression.” My eyes landed on Cathy’s image on my screen. She was letting her new long hair drift through her out-stretched hands, god her breasts maltepe escort looked amazing.

“So mommy, Your mouth still work or do you only use it to yap off about how good your sons cock feels?”

I got pushed back on my bed. “You mean like this?” Mom had given me a quick throat when she left, now she went to work. My sack was drum tight, she covered every inch with her flat tongue stopping every once in a while to gentle suck one ball at a time into her mouth. Cathy had talked me into shaving before she left, that heightened the sensation considerably.

She looked into bears camera, “Watch and learn sis.” Every time I think I’ve had the best blowjob ever someone tops it, (yeah, I know. Poor me) Her mouth slide over my head, tardily moving down, but with a sucking motion not unlike a snake eating an egg. It felt fucking incredible and had me throbbing so bad I could hear it in my ears.

She kept that up for an excruciatingly long time while dragging her fingernails lightly over my concrete ball sack. Every time I got close to exploding she stopped looking at Mr. Bear. with a massive grin. When I looked over to see Cathy’s reaction I almost nutted.

Cathy had her legs spread open, two fingers of one hand moving

in an opposing push-pull motion in her pussy. Her other one was putting on that cock shaped purple lipstick as inhumanely hot as she possibly could. “You two are fucking sadistic.” Even with being agonized by the two of them, it struck me Cathy didn’t seem to be feeling anything mom was doing. So it was test time.

“Mom stop. Stand up.” When she was in front of me I went to work undoing the lower buttons of her dress. It turned me on to no end every time I planted a kiss and her thigh quivered. My aunt was groaning, but that didn’t prove nothing, after all she could see what was happening. But when I got to the last button, before the belt, mom was faced away with my back to Mr. Bear, and I took a short nip.

Cathy not only yelped at the same second mom did, when I looked at the screen she was rubbing the exact same spot on her thigh. There was no way she could have seen where I’d done that. “You two are serious. You seriously can feel each other.” That realization stopped me dead.

That meant mom had felt every time I’d eaten or had done whatever with Cathy. Hell, what about Misty’s munch’o’rama? Or Bonnie and us. She must have felt that too? The next thought made me queasy. Mom and Dad. Grim. What had my wife felt when mom and dad were going at it? “I’m gonna be sick.”

My head had been in my hands and when I looked up mom had moved on to my bed, sitting so I could see both her and Cathy. She had her hands, prayer like manner, against her lips; her sister was rubbing her temples with fore fingers. Then My aunt started.

C- “Yeah, so there had been a not so few unexplained orgasms at very awkward times.”

Ma- “And they got manavgat escort unquestionably more frequent after you and my sister started in on each other.”

C- “Which brought into fruition…”

Ma- “The realization..”

Ma and C- “That we both love you.”

Me-?!?!?!?

Mom made a clicking sound with her tongue. “Look it’s like this. Cathy loves you in a marriage, want to have kids way. I love you as my son, But; I also want to fuck you, and have you fuck me through the floorboards every chance I get.” Silence. Whether it was the situation or just the pure honesty it was said in, we all started howling.

“God damn sis, ever hear of decorum! Shit!”

“NO! And now that that’s over with.” She got off the bed, removed the belt on her dress and sent the top buttons sailing with a two-handed yank to the fabric. “Now I want to get fucked!!” And with that bent over, hands on my computer desk staring right at Cathy. “Okay baby boy, mama wants to get skewered with that fat dick. Sis? You better hold on tight.” Mom’s heat was too infectious, and I just slammed in. She grunted and Cathy gasped.

“Fuck me baby boy.”

“Give it to her lover she wants it as bad as I do.”

“Damn it mom your pussy’s on fire.”

“I don’t care if you burn your cock off in it, keep fucking me.”

Cathy had replaced her fingers with a fairly large dildo and was pumping away so hard you could hear the juicy noises through the speakers. Mom was doing the twerk from hell on my dick while I power slammed her. The noises coming from the two of them were audio aphrodisia. Mom’s half grunt, half breathless moans played off Cathy’s insistent coos and mews. Would have been too much for me, except.

“STOP!! Not yet boy. You know where I want that load.”

“Damn it sis I need to cum.”

“You can wait too. Throb for a while kid then back in there and slam.”

And that’s exactly what I did. To the point my desk started to rock dangerously close to toppling. Then my aunt unwittingly threatened to exterminate mom’s load dream.

“OH MY GAWD LOVER! I NEED YOU TO FUCK ME AND CUM IN MEEEE!”

Mom used to make all our bread, that’s an arm burner. When dad couldn’t help out with workouts, she’d sit and roll up and down a progressively heavier weight tied to a chunk of old hockey stick, built your wrists up. So when she spun off me and latched on to my dick with an emphatic, NO!!, any cum shot I had ended right fast.

Cathy groaned a pleading, ‘I need to cum’.

Mom eased off the chicken choke and I got kissed. The velvet bag she’d had in her hand when she first walked in was picked up from the carpet. “You don’t pay much attention sometimes kid.” It was empty now. I got pushed back on the bed, again, and she brought her ass into my face. Ruby red had turned to emerald, green.

“You understand red and green yes? Red is a warning, caution.” The smirk she got, compiled with sideways glance to Cathy let me know round three was going to be something very new. “Now green, well that means everything is go.” The bottle she’d carried in was handed to me. Lube. She turned to Mr. bear, almost melting his camera with her lust. “I can’t wait again.” She sounded downright evil on the next sentence.

“Were all about to learn a new sensation. So sister? I’d advise you find something to grip, VERY tight.”

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