Solace - S01 E13

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Solace - S01 E13

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 13

I hit paydirt. Suddenly, Mom went still again. Every one of her muscles was rigid as iron. Not letting my tongue stop its relentless work on her g-spot, the rest of my body moved automatically. I was on the edge of something incredible, and I needed stimulation now more than ever. Wrapping my legs around Mom’s head my hips moved on their own in fucking her face. Her pussy clamped down on my tongue hard enough to make it go numb.

From depths of both of our throats came a primal rumbling. Mom’s pussy gripped me with a strength I didn’t know possible. I held her head firmly between my thighs and plunged as deep into her as I could. My balls tensed. Mom’s asshole flexed. Then, sweet beautiful release.

My nuts practically retracted up into my body as I unleashed a monumental load into my mother’s throat. At the same time, her vagina finally released my tongue and what felt like a whole cup of fluid splashed onto my face. I stayed inserted as I pumped several more strong blasts of cum directly into Mom’s stomach. My head fell back onto my pillow and in the darkness I could see her cunt contracting wildly, spraying squirt like a fountain. Mom was shaking again. Her hips bucked wildly. My head, chest, pillow, and sheets were soaked in her girlcum. The empty feeling in my balls became painful, and my legs went slack releasing my mother’s head. She slumped off of me, disgorging my cock with a wet, ragged gagging until the limp member flopped out of her mouth and onto her cheek. Mom coughed up a glob of spit and cum onto my thigh. She was still half lying on top of me, and in the afterglow the warmth and weight of her body felt amazing next to mine.

We were both breathing heavily in the darkness, neither of us was getting enough oxygen by the end of our mutual oral ministrations. I could tell Mom was already basically asleep. I was close to passing out myself, but somewhere in the back of my mind something was registering as unusual. As the edges of my buzzing vision expanded I suddenly identified what was wrong.

There was a third set of labored breathing in the room with us.

I froze, the implications of that shooting through me like lightening. Doing my best not to move, I glanced out of the corner of my eyes to the large, leather chair in the corner where my sister was meant to have been sleeping the whole time. She was still there, but asleep she was not. She was sitting fully upright, and from the glinting of her eyes in the dark I could tell she was staring at us. What her exact expression was I did not know. What I did know with certainty was that her camisole was hiked up above her breasts, her sweatpants lay in a heap on the floor, her panties were dangling from one ankle, and her legs were spread wide. One hand was squeezing her left breast, while the other was down between her legs. It was moving slowly and jerkily, like she was coming down from an amazing orgasm of her own. The wetness glistening on her thighs confirmed my suspicions.

Not only had my sister sat and watched while my mother and I sixty-nined like the horniest teenagers on the planet, she had gotten off to it.

My sister had masturbated to climax watching her mother and brother fuck each other’s faces.

To Be Continued...