I woke up about eleven the next day. My soft cock was crusty with the leftovers of my sister's pussy juice and my dried jizz.
As I thought about it my cock started to squirm and lengthen. The memory of fucking Karen's willing mouth, juicy snatch and her big bouncy tits was making me hard. The image of Mom fingering herself while she watched made my now-swollen snake twitch.
A knock on the door interupted my thoughts.
"Come for brunch," Mom invited through the door.
"Okay, be right there," I replied.
I struggled to pack my now-hard beast into my sweat pants. I looked out the window - sunny, looked hot out - and decided not to put a shirt on.
“Maybe Mom will check me out,” I thought as I flexed in the mirror. I was getting pretty muscular now, not so skinny, and was as tall as the Old Man now.
"Wonder if his dick is bigger?" I asked myself as I pulled mine out and looked at it in the mirror.
I tucked it away, "Later buddy," and went upstairs to the kitchen. The table was set for three, with Dad's usual spot empty, and Karen was not there yet. Mom stood at the stove, putting eggs onto a plate, and didn't say anything. She was wearing the same nightgown as the night before.
"Good morning Mom," I said cheerfully, "did you and Dad ... sleep good?"
"Sit down."
I did. She turned around and brought the eggs to the table. I noticed a dark, maybe wet, patch on the nightgown right about pussy height. I also noticed the top three buttons were undone instead of the usual top one only. As she put the plate down she leaned over, more than she had to, and I got a good look at her big tits. Fuck, just like Karen's, only bigger.
She looked around, then stood right in front of me, looking down at my smiling face.
"Are you hungry?" she asked.
"Yeah, starving."
She lifted her hand to my face and pushed two fingers into my mouth. The same two that were in her pussy last night. They were wet with something... fucking pussy juice! She worked them back and forth a few times before pulling them out.
"Your dad slept very well... I didn't," she said as she turned and went back to the stove.
I licked my lips, taking the leftover juice of her fingers onto my tongue, and tasted it. Yummy.
"Where is the Old Guy?" I asked as I watched my mom's ass sway gently.
She has a nice ass, bigger than Karen's, but really shapely. Her hips are nice too, kinda wide, but curvy. She always gave me a fucking boner when I watched her do housework. She would sway her hips, or bend over, as she cleaned. I had to jerk off after watching her wash the floor on her hands and knees once.
"Fishing... with your uncles," she replied.
"Oh, yeah, that was today," I remembered, "guess I forgot."
"He was going to wake you, but I told him to let you sleep as you had a... tiring... night"
I ate my eggs and toast as she stood silently at the stove. There was tension in the room, like the air was heavy, as I finished my food. I got up and took the plate to the sink. I had a massive boner in my sweat pants. I hesitated, thought "Fuck it," and put my hands on her hips and hugged her from behind.
"Just because you fucked your sister doesn't mean you can fuck me," she said.
I froze, my boner planted between her ass cheeks, as she continued.
"That was wrong, what you did with your sister.... wrong... and dirty... and nasty... and hot."
I pushed my cock into her a little, just to see what happened. She wiggled her hips slightly. I reached around and grabbed her big tits with both hands. Fuck, no bra, and they are fucking big! Her hands grabbed mine, held them there for a moment, then pulled them away. She put my hands back on her hips.
"No, you don't just get to do whatever you want," she scolded.
My cock was near bursting. I gently pumped my hips and my cock rubbed on her ass crack. Even through the sweat pants it was an incredible feeling. I fucking came in my sweats with my cock rubbing between her firm cheeks. I groaned and she knew what had just happened. I gave her a hug as cum ran down my thigh, dripping off my pubes and balls, and made my sweat pants stick to me.
"Go shower," she instructed.
I went downstairs to my room, peeled the sticky bottoms off, and went to the bathroom. I got in the shower and moved my hands up in front of me, pretending to have Mom’s heavy tits in them, as I squeezed the empty space. Fuck they were great. I suddenly got a blast of scalding hot water right on my balls.
”Fuck... fuck... fuck...” I yelled as I danced around trying to avoid the burn. I could hear Karen laughing.
”Hahaha... stop jerking off in our shower,” she called out.
”What the fuck, sis?”
”You have to save it for me now... no more jerking yer gherkin,” she teased.
The water returned to normal temperature and I finished up fast. I got out to the sight of Karen standing nude in the room. In the light she looked even fucking hotter than last night. As I stared she twirled and showed me her body.