Mom's oral servitude

I had a broken heart.

My fiancée had recently left me, and we had already planned to live together after college. It literally came out of nowhere. One minute she was saying we were made for each other, and the next, that she needed to figure herself out and see if we could live together.

So we broke up, and I didn't want to move into the house she had rented for us, so I accepted my mother's offer to stay with her for a while. And honestly, I was all for it because I always considered my mom and sister my closest people.

Now, let me tell you a little about them:

Mom is a fairly wealthy middle-aged woman.

She is smart, stylish, fun-loving, with natural curves of a voluptuous body, which always made men stare at her. She had a decent career as a writer, but once she switched to romance novels, her modest income grew into a small fortune.

As for my 19-year-old sister Becky, she can be a real wild child. She loved parties and flirting with boys the most. She's skinny, popular, stylish, and also a cheerleader. She got whatever she wanted. Paradoxically, despite such a love for independence, as she got older, she turned out to be a mommy's girl. She didn't want to leave home like I did, but instead stayed with mom and attended the local college.

Of course, they were always very close, but I didn't understand how much until I came home and saw how much everything had changed.

Mom's Oral Servitude

— Oh, my poor boy, — mom sighed, meeting me at the door with a suffocating hug.

— I'm fine, mom. Fine, — I tried to say, — you're taking this too much to heart. I'm okay.

She leaned back and smiled at me.

— I think you're right. I probably do take it too much to heart. You're already a young man, but my maternal instincts will always be there. You know that.

— At least I'll always have someone to spoil me when needed. And no one does it better than you.

— Very funny, — she replied, slapping my hand, — I'm just glad to see you're doing well. You know, my sister and I would never do something like your fiancée did. Believe me, we women are much better judges of women than men. So if you want my advice, in the future, better get mine and Becky's opinion before doing something. I don't want to see you hurt like that again.

— Okay, mom, — I smiled, — by the way, where is that little brat? She always meets me when I come over. Could have helped with the luggage, and it's more fun with her.

She playfully winked at me.

— She's been unable to wait for your arrival all week, and I'll tell her what you said. I'm sure she'll be thrilled you called her a 'brat.' But she's not home yet. She's at an internship at a local design company for summer work. She'll be back soon, just in time for the special dinner and dessert I made, and now go to your old room and unpack.

***A GLASS OF WATER***

I remembered a lot that evening. It was so wonderful to be home again and not think about having to leave soon. We had a fun family evening, filled with laughter and conversation. It's always nice to be around people you love, especially after a painful breakup.

But, unfortunately, the night was very hot and I just couldn't sleep, the humidity was at its peak, and no matter how much I tossed and turned in bed, nothing helped.

Despite the long day, sleep wouldn't come. It was already late at night, and I got up and went downstairs for a glass of water. And then I heard.

— Oh God…

"What the hell is that," I thought to myself. Anyone with half a brain could tell it was a female voice moaning from sexual pleasure. And I knew perfectly well it was Becky's voice. Maybe the horny brat was watching porn in the living room (which was very much like her). And I hoped the moan that sounded like hers was from the TV.

— Oh God… mom…

"Okay, that's DEFINITELY Becky," I thought again. But why the hell did she moan the word "mom."

Taking another step down the stairs, I realized why: my sister was sitting on the couch dressed only in the top part of her pajamas, below the waist she was completely naked, her legs were spread wide and lifted up. But what made my jaw drop to the floor was that our mom was kneeling in front of her, eating her out!

My heart was pounding wildly and I was completely stunned. I watched as Becky ran her fingers through mom's hair while she pressed firmly against her pussy, doing all sorts of sexually explicit things with her mouth and tongue. Seeing a mother-daughter connection was one thing, but it being your own mom and sister certainly added new dimensions to everything.

I didn't know what to think or feel, and my mind was flooded with emotions. Should I be angry? Should I be disgusted? Was it wrong that I started getting aroused by the sight of incest?

Becky's legs in the air began to shake and tremble. The moans grew louder, and it was obvious she was on the verge of an orgasm. Of course, I didn't want to get caught and quietly returned to my room, doing the only thing I could there — taking care of my erection.

***COOKING, CLEANING, AND SUCKING COCK***

I had just finished eating breakfast in the kitchen when my mother came in to say hello after taking a shower. She looked fresh and was dressed in a loose blouse, as usual. Becky was gone again for her internship, so it was just me and mom.

— Good morning, — she said in her usual cheerful tone, — sleep well? I'm sure it was great to sleep in your old bed again, right?

— You're right, mom, — I replied, — it was good to be back.

— What's wrong? You seem a bit distracted. Still upset about the breakup? It's always important to talk about your feelings to deal with a problem. And right now, we're alone, no one's in a hurry, so you can tell me anything.

— I don't know if that's a good idea right now.

She sat down across from me at the dining table and looked at me with concern.

— I'm your mother. If you can't be open and trusting with me, then something's wrong in our relationship. You know, I believe honesty and openness are the most important part of creating a beautiful family. So, please, if you need something or have something to say, I'm here.

I gathered my courage and replied.

— Okay, there's something I want to talk about, but it's not about my breakup. Last night, late, when I went downstairs, I saw you and Becky… well, you know… doing something, if you know what I mean. I'm not judging you at all, but honestly, I'm still pretty shocked.

— Oh God… — she exhaled, — I… I'm so ashamed you saw that. I… I don't even know what to say…

— Didn't you say that honesty and openness are an important part of creating a beautiful family?

— That's different…

— How so?

She sighed.

— It's a long story. I don't want to bore you with it.

— First of all, the story of how you ended up between Becky's legs definitely won't be boring. Second, we have plenty of time right now. Now is the time for it.

She took a deep breath.

— Mom, I'm an adult man. I can handle an adult story. And honestly, it's quite interesting. I never knew this about grandpa and grandma.

— Grandpa? — I asked skeptically, — when you say you decided to take care of him orally, is that what I think it is? Or is there some other oral meaning I don't know about?

Mom held up a finger, made an O shape with her lips, and then inserted the finger into her mouth, mimicking oral sex.

— Clear enough? Your grandpa loved blowjobs. All men do. Don't you?

— Okay, okay, I get the picture, — I replied, holding back a laugh at how she demonstrated it, — now that we've cleared that up, please continue…

— Well, frankly, I gave my dad a blowjob to make him feel better. And it worked. It started with me sitting and hugging him. Then I told him how much I loved him and how much I wanted to see him happy. I said I couldn't replace mom for him, but that I didn't mind doing some of the things she did around the house; which included cooking, cleaning, and sucking cock. He didn't try to fight or stop me when I unzipped his pants and freed his manhood. He was actually already hard as a rock. The blowjob I gave him was the first in my life. But certainly not the last. He really needed relief, and I was happy to provide it.

— Oh my… — I gasped, — you weren't kidding when you said it was a dirty story. God…

She smiled.

— Maybe you should read a couple of my romance novels. Some of the things I describe there are based on facts from my life or what other people tell me. I'm not one of the best-selling authors for nothing.

— Maybe I should. I'm starting to feel like I've missed out on some really hot material.

— You'd be amazed, — she chuckled.

— So, I guess you have more stories about grandpa, right? — I asked, — I mean, there must be more. Plus, it's interesting to hear about you in such a very strange light.

— Of course there's more. But we're talking about 30 years of experience, so I'll give you a brief summary: after that day, we never stopped doing sexual things together. Neither of us wanted to stop. We never had sex in the literal sense, but I regularly used my mouth on him. He "trained" me, and you could say I became his oral "slave." He taught me how to suck, use my tongue and hand at the same time. I swallowed every drop, but he didn't force me to; I wanted to myself. Even when I became my own woman with a career, my mouth was still his, and I loved it. He got a blowjob from me anytime he wanted. Even now, when I visit him, I cook, clean, and suck cock — just as I promised many years ago.

— God… now I understand why you made so much money from romance novels. You really know how to tell a story. And hearing this about you and grandpa… I don't even know what to say. I don't even know how to feel right now… it's… it's…

— Erotic?

I agreed.

— Yes, I'd say erotic is the right word. I'm even starting to get something down there… well, you know…

— Well then you'd better go to the bathroom and take care of that, — she smiled, — I'm sure at your age, you're already an expert at masturbation.

— That's true. But seriously, how did it start with Becky? Does she know about you and grandpa?

— She does, — mom replied, — I told her after I first ate her out on the night of her prom. She was 18 then. You were in college, and contrary to what she told you about the prom, she came home in tears. I'll spare you the details, but her prom date ended in a real disaster. I tried my best to comfort her and resorted to the only way I knew, my mouth. I'm not proud of it, but it worked. The results don't lie. I hugged her for a long time, kissed her cheek, then lifted her dress, went under it, and started doing my magic. And in just a couple of minutes, her sadness turned to joy. As I said, I'm not proud of it, but I also couldn't stand seeing my little princess cry because some asshole broke her heart. There are no instructions on what to do in such situations.

— And you've continued ever since… now I understand. While we were growing up, she never stopped talking about wanting to move out as soon as she was an adult. And then for some reason decided to go to the local college and become a mommy's girl who's always hanging around you.

She shrugged.

— What can I say? Your sister always gets what she wants. When I didn't give her what she wanted, she'd make puppy dog eyes and pouty lips. And before I knew it, I was between her legs again. Can't say I was too opposed. Your sister is a very beautiful young girl with an amazing body. And sometimes, she even returned the favor when she was in a good mood.

— I don't know what to say. Just don't know, — I said, — so many thoughts are swirling in my head since that night. And the last thing I expected was to find all this out.

— Well, I'm a writer, remember? Telling long stories is my profession. And you deserved the full and honest truth after what you saw. I'm sure I've left you with more questions than answers.

— You're right, I have a ton of questions; for example, why didn't I get the same treatment as grandpa and Becky, — I blurted out as a joke before I realized what I meant.

There was an awkward moment as mom just looked at me, and I tried to figure out how to take the words back.

Then mom chuckled.

— Sooo… you want the same treatment grandpa and your sister got? Is that jealousy? Or maybe you're curious about my oral talents? Or maybe both?

— That's not what I… ummm… I didn't mean that… — I stammered.

— Honey, it's okay. Really, believe me. I understand you feel a bit left out, and frankly…

Ding! Ding!

— Wait a second, I'm expecting a call from my agent, — she said, looking at her phone.

— Hello… uh-huh… uh-huh… okay, good! I'll be there in an hour. See you. Okay. Bye.

She smiled at me, ending the call.

— I'm very sorry we can't continue the conversation, but I have a meeting with people from the publishing house about a new book I'm working on.

— But we'll come back to it later, right? It's pretty important, — I said quickly before she got up to leave.

— Of course, honey, of course. When the time comes…

***WRONG IN EVERY WAY***

That night, before bed, I was sitting at my computer. It was a typical night for my family, as if nothing strange was going on. We had dinner, talked, and laughed just like always. And unfortunately, I didn't get a chance to talk to mom alone.

*Knock knock*

— Come in, — I said.

My sister came in, dressed in her pajamas as if ready for bed. She didn't need any more invitation; she came in and sat on the bed.

— Don't worry, mom and her big tits are already asleep, so we can talk quietly. I'd also be fast asleep if I hadn't seen your boring moping all day, — she said.

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