My Sister’s Lotion pt 3 by cakeman1212..,

This is loosely based on reality. I had a very interesting upbringing and have some interesting stories to tell. , The next few days were frustrating to say the least. Not much conversation or eye contact was exchanged between Jenn and me, and weirdly enough, I began to miss her bitchy banter. She had been gradually less and less of a cunt after she began using my cum as lotion on a nightly basis, but after that fateful night in my room, our insult-filled altercations dropped off dramatically. It was almost as if we were both trying to figure out how that cum-covered evening was ultimately going to affect our relationship going forward.

“Here comes that stupid bitch now…” I thought to myself while laying on my bed, listening for my sister to pad up the stairs and to the bathroom which I shared a wall with. Just because we stopped talking shit to each other’s faces didn’t mean I stopped relishing in the delight of degrading her in my thoughts. Or jacking off to her for that matter.

I pressed my ear to the wall and listened intently. I took my time idly sliding a spit-covered finger up and down the underside of my growing cock as I listened to her shower. She spun the squeaky faucets off and carefully stepped out of the tub. I listened and pictured her toweling off her beautiful body. Heaving tits swinging and jiggling as she dried off and prepared for her nightly skincare ritual.

Most of the process was silent. It was the rare but precious sound of skin slapping or sliding against skin that induced my disgustingly incestuous orgasms. I pictured one of her giant cum-covered tits was slapping into her body or that her glistening ass cheeks were slapping together after a nice cummy squeeze. I wanted to walk in and help her. To come up behind her and rub my cum across her tits myself. To press against her body and slide my engorged cock flesh between her slick thighs.. then look over her small frame into the mirror while I slowly thigh-fucked her. I wanted to-

“Mmmmh” the sound of a sweet feminine moan cut me off. My cock twitched in my hand. That was a first. She must really be enjoy-

“Oooh.. Yessss…” She hissed through her teeth. Could she really be…

I pressed against the wall tightly. Listening for any evidence. I stopped stroking my cock for a moment. I could hear it just faintly. The wet slurping sound of her tight slit sucking on her fingers. My cock jerked and tensed up in my hand. It was almost enough to push me right over. Precum began flowing down onto my hand in a steady stream and I subconsciously began tiny little strokes up and down, just barely massaging my frenulum with the slick liquid.

Her whimpers became more urgent and faster. The image of my sister hunched over the sink and fucking herself filled my mind. Her tiny hand barely cupping one of her cum-shiny tits and roughly twisting her nipple while the other hand frantically jilled her clit attempted to send me into a violent orgasm.

I wasn’t ready to cum though. I wanted to secretly invade this bitch’s privacy and mentally degrade her to my own satisfaction as long as I could. I edged myself carefully, rubbing the precum-soaked pad of my index finger agonizingly slowly up and down the sensitive spot under my cock head and occasionally across the tip to slather up more slimy liquid.

I pictured her moaning for me, that it was my cock making those wet slurping noises. I imagined I was splitting her open forcefully, grinding my cockhead against the deepest neglected corners of her cunt. I held her beautiful body close to me, one hand across her tight stomach, the other with a fist full of creamy tit flesh, her hard nipple poking into the palm of my hand. she began moaning louder through the wall. She was going to cum.

“Cum on my cock, sis” I whispered quietly to myself. “Come on baby. Cum on your brother’s cock you fucking slut”

I heard one loud growling moan as her orgasm built up inside her, followed by brief silence.

Suddenly, she cried out pathetically and the sound of girl cum splashing onto the tile filled the bathroom. She pleaded out and moaned whorishly as her orgasm destroyed her will to keep quiet. I imagined that I shoved my cock into her right at that moment and her cum sprayed around the edges of my intrusion. That I had her bent over the sink and fucked her while she shook and came on me. As another wave of her climax squirted out and splashed to the floor, I felt my body lock up into orgasmic bliss and begin shooting rope after rope of incestuous nut up my body in hot streaks all the way to my neck. At least 6 streaks of cum ejected across my torso as I listened to a third and fourth wave of her cum squirt onto the tiled bathroom floor.

Several moments of gasping and heavy breathing passed as she collected herself and wiped the floor up with her towel. I laid and listened, basking in my own self-glazed state of euphoria, cock deflating and leaking out onto my lower stomach.

I had just finished toweling myself off and getting comfortable when I heard a faint knock at my door.

“um.. Come on in” I called through the door as I quickly pulled up my sheets and glanced around for any evidence of my perving.

“Hey Jackie” the voice spoke softly. I could sort of make out the silhouette of her body, the light from the hall casting an image of her profile as it spilled in around her. She was wearing a towel around her voluptuous tits and ass and a towel in her hair. I wished her towel would fall off so I could get a good look at those fat globes once and for all.

“I hope you don’t mind… Our shower isn’t working and we will need to use yours for a couple of days. The repair people will be here next week” The voice stated sweetly.

After the briefest moment of total confusion, the realization of what I’d just done hit me like a cement mixer.

“Um… Yeah that’s fine” As I spoke, my eyes finally began adjusting to the dark. Yes… It was my mom. My sweet, sweet mother who could do no wrong, wrapped in a towel which was totally soaked with her own cum and holding a small, 2-ounce bottle of lotion in her hand. She slipped out of my doorway and quietly shut the door behind her.

“holy fuck” I mouthed to myself quietly, replaying the moments that just transpired through my head. “Nope… No way that was mom. That was definitely not mom in there” I tried to convince myself repeatedly.

I laid there staring at the ceiling, breathing deeply to calm myself down, attempting to keep myself in denial and not wanting to address the alternative. That I’d just busted a massive nut to the sounds of my mom moaning and squirting all over my bathroom floor. Against my own will, the images flashed through my head. Not my sister, but my mom, hunched over the sink, playing with her tits, fucking herself, humping her pussy onto her curled fingers.

After some time, I convinced myself I did nothing wrong. I couldn’t have known. Who would have? My stomach began unknotting slowly. I didn’t mind nutting to my sister lotioning herself up with my cum, but that’s because she was a cunt. It helped me cope with her fucked up attitude to pretend I was stretching her out with my cock and making her whimper like a whore. But my mom… she was sweet… and loving. And… and… Then it hit me. The realization and the rage all at once.