“Now, you’re ready to fuck, right?” I said to her, nodding my head slowly.
And Lacey instantly responded with, “God damn it, Carl! Get your fingers out of my pussy, put your dick in, and let’s fuck! I want us to make a baby together!”
I mounted Lacey missionary-style, and began thrusting away at her sopping-wet vagina. And I was so excited that, within a few seconds, I orgasmed my ass off and began squirting my sperm into the back pocket of Lacey’s small vagina.
And this time, Lacey didn’t have to tell me to leave my dick buried deep inside her fuck-hole, because that was the only thing I felt like doing anyway, without her saying a word to me about it.
In fact, I was actually disappointed when my dick finally softened up enough to fall out of her pussy on its own. I was wanting to stay coupled up with her and hugging her, and riding that wonderful orgasmic afterglow for as long as I could.
Heck, Lacey was even giving me little kisses on my cheek and neck, and massaging my back with her hands while I was lying on top of her, spent. She didn’t have to do any of that. But she did.
And I thought to myself at the time, Now, this is the little sister that I want to keep fucking over and over again as much as I can before she leaves.
And I whispered in Lacey’s ear, “Did you like that?”
And she replied, “Are you fucking kidding me? My own husband never made me cum as hard as you just did. And right now, it feels like I could keep on having sex with you for the rest of my life. I know how weird and kinky that sounds. But it’s the truth. I love you, big brother.”
“I love you too, little sis,” I said back to her, in full voice this time. “But Mom’s waiting for me in her bedroom right now, and I promised her that I would fuck her every night that I’m here. That was part of our deal. So unfortunately, I’ve got to go. But I’ll come back and fuck you some more when I can, okay?”
“Sure. I guess beggars can’t be choosers. And I’m definitely a beggar right now, and not a chooser. You’re the chooser in this relationship,” Lacey said to me.
I reluctantly got up out of Lacey’s bed, put my pajama bottoms back on, leaving my underwear on the floor of her bedroom, because I knew that where I was going, I wasn’t going to need any underwear.
When I turned to walk out the bedroom door, Lacey called out to me, “Hey, you forgot your underwear.” And she pointed towards the pair of gray boxer briefs that was lying on the floor.
“You’re right,” I called back, and left Lacey’s bedroom to go down the hallway to Mom’s bedroom.
When I entered Mom’s bedroom she asked me, “So how was it?”
“How was what?” I asked, playing dumb.
“Fucking your little sister just now,” Mom said. “Don’t think that I didn’t just hear you guys going at it through the walls. And from what I could hear, it sounded like you guys had a much better time tonight, than you did last night.”
“That’s an understatement, if I ever heard one. Tonight and last night were polar opposites. I enjoyed the hell out of fucking Lacey tonight, and she enjoyed the hell out of it too. I promise you.
“That was a huge change from last night, when Lacey acted like she had to emotionlessly endure everything. Tonight she reveled in her own sexuality. Especially when I made her cum hard by rubbing her G-spot, just like you taught me to do. And Lacey even admitted to me afterwards, that her own husband had never managed to make her orgasm as strongly as I did tonight.”
“You see, kid.” Mom said. “I told you the G-spot was a powerful thing for a woman. It’s her true love button. Not her clitoris. Even as huge as my clitoris is, I still have to stick my fingers–or some other kind of cylindrical object–up inside of my vagina and stimulate my G-spot if I really want to cum hard, which of course feels incredibly good.
“Tonight, I’ve got something special planned for us. I don’t want you to fuck me right now, at least, not in the traditional sense of the word ‘fuck.’ Instead, I would really love to watch you jack yourself off in front of me. Would you do that for me?”
“Sure, Mom. Sounds like a plan.”
“Good. Now I’m going to lie on my back and spread my legs apart, and then hold my pussy pulled wide-open for you. And I want you to kneel down between my legs, and rub your dick up against the different parts of my pussy, until you get an erection. Then I want to watch you jack yourself off, until you cum all over my pussy.”
“It’ll be my pleasure to sperm all over that awesome-looking pussy of yours, Mom,” I said as I was climbing up on the bed to kneel between Mom’s spread-apart thighs.
“Oh, I almost forgot to mention: The only two rules for tonight’s little ‘jacking off’ sex game. Rule Number 1 is that you’re not allowed to touch any part of my pussy with your hands, or your lips, or your tongue–only with the head of your dick. But of course you can touch your own dick as much as you want, and I can touch my own pussy as much as I want.”
“And Rule Number 2?” I asked curiously.
“Well, Rule Number 2 is that there’s no vaginal penetration allowed, as far as you’re concerned. Only I can penetrate my own vagina, not you. Capiche?”
“As you wish, Mom.”
“Okay, then let the games begin!” Mom announced jokingly.
I reached down and wrapped my hand around my still-flaccid dick-shaft, and began rubbing the still-wet head of my dick back and forth against the head of Mom’s huge clit. And that quickly did the trick for me. That, and knowing that I was also rubbing some of Lacey’s left-over pussy juices all over my own mother’s clitoris.
Before I knew it, my dick was standing up at attention. Actually, since I was kneeling, my dick was poking out from the front of my crotch like a small flesh-colored flagpole.
“That’s good,” Mom remarked when she saw how firm and blood-engorged my penis had become. “Let the ‘jacking off’ commence!” Mom announced to no one in the room but us.
Mom always did have a great sense of humor, even when she was having sex. It only served to make the sex even more fun than it already was. But having said that, Mom also instinctively knew when to get down to business, and be serious during sex.
Upon hearing Mom’s announcement, I began the traditional hand-pumping up and down on my dick-shaft while I continued to rub the head of my dick against the various parts of Mom’s pulled-wide-open and flattened-out pussy crack.
“Do you know why it turns me on so much to watch you jack off in front of me?” Mom asked, as I continued jacking off and rubbing my dick-head all around her pussy crack.
“No, ma’am. I don’t.”
“It’s because we women almost never get to watch a man jack himself off and ejaculate sperm in front of us. Our husbands or boyfriends tend to almost always fuck us, instead of jacking themselves off in front of us. And our husbands or boyfriends almost always ejaculate inside our vaginas, instead of ejaculating outside of our vaginas, where we can actually watch the sperm being ejaculated by their pulsating penises–which is something that almost every woman I’ve ever talked to finds to be fascinating. And if you just think about it for a few minutes, you’ll figure out why.