I step out of the shower, towel off quickly, and since it's Sunday (no rush, no clothes needed), I stay completely naked as I head downstairs. Mom's already at the stove, beautifully bare, sunlight catching on her curves. Her pussy is still swollen and glistening from everything we did last night, a slow trickle running down one thigh as she moves.
I drop onto the sofa, flick the TV to the morning news (sound low), and lazily stroke my cock while watching her cook. A minute later she glances over, sees what I'm doing, and smiles that soft, hungry smile. She leaves the eggs on low heat, walks over, and settles right beside me, thighs wide. Without a word she slips two fingers into her dripping pussy and starts fucking herself slowly, eyes locked on my fist moving over my cock.
We just sit there, side by side, masturbating together (slow at first, then faster), breathing harder, watching each other's hands, the wet sounds mixing with the low drone of the news. A few minutes is all it takes; she arches, pussy clenching around her fingers as she cums with a shaky moan, and the sight sends me over. Thick ropes spurt across my stomach and her thigh. She grabs a napkin from the coffee table, gently wipes us both clean, then kisses my cheek.
Mom: "Breakfast time, baby~ Come eat."
She brings the plates over (scrambled eggs, toast, fresh strawberries) and we eat right there on the sofa, legs tangled. Halfway through, she spreads her thighs wide again, pussy still leaking. I reach for the honey, drizzle a slow golden stream over her swollen lips and push a little inside with my finger. Then I lean down and lick her clean (sweet, musky, perfect). I tongue-fuck her deep, lapping up honey and her juices while she moans my name, fingers tangled in my hair.
Minutes later she cums hard, thighs clamping around my head, flooding my mouth. I swallow every drop, sit back up, and she pulls me into a deep, lazy kiss (tasting herself and the honey on my tongue) while her hand wraps around my cock again. A slow, loving stroke is all I need; I cum in her palm. She brings her fingers to her lips, licks them clean, and smiles.
Mom (soft, content): "Mmm… perfect breakfast dessert."
We stay naked, curl up together on the sofa, and I put on her favorite movie. She tucks herself under my arm, head on my chest, one leg thrown over mine, still lightly leaking onto my thigh. The opening credits roll and we just watch, warm, sticky, and completely happy in our little Sunday world.
The movie credits roll and Mom stretches against me, her naked body warm and lazy. She glances at the clock and smiles.
Mom: "Baby, your big sister lands this evening. We should go pick her up at the airport."
We shower together (quick, playful, lots of kisses), then dress just enough to be decent for the outside world. Mom drives, I sit in the back. We park in the arrivals zone and wait.
Tap-tap-tap on the window.
There she is: my big sister, fresh off her tour, looking even more gorgeous than I remembered. Tight top hugging her huge breasts, tiny skirt barely covering that perfect ass. She slides into the backseat the second I open the door, pulls it shut, and hits the lock. The tinted windows turn the car into our own private world.
She turns to Mom first, bright and sweet:
"Hi Mommy, missed you!"
Mom laughs from the driver's seat: "Welcome home, princess."
Then my sister faces me, eyes already glassy with need.
"Hey, little brother…" she whispers, and crashes her lips into mine. Deep, hungry, tongue sliding in like she's starving. "I missed you so much, husband."
"I missed you more," I breathe against her mouth.
She's wearing no panties (of course). I feel her wetness the second she climbs onto my lap. One smooth motion and she sinks down, taking every inch of my cock into her tight, dripping pussy. She wraps her arms around my neck, buries her face in my shoulder, and just holds me there, completely still, stuffed full.
Big Sis (voice trembling): "Don't move, okay? Please… I just want to stay like this, with you inside me, all the way home. I dreamed about this every single night I was away."
I nod, hugging her tight. Mom pulls out of the parking lot and starts driving. Every bump, every brake, every turn rocks us gently together (my cock shifting just enough inside her to keep us both on edge, but never quite thrusting). She whimpers softly into my neck, clinging harder, pussy fluttering around me like it's trying to milk me without moving.
Twenty minutes of pure, torturous heaven. By the time Mom pulls into our driveway, we're both shaking, lips locked again, trying not to cum yet.
Big Sis (whispering against my mouth): "We're home… but I'm not letting you out of me until morning, husband."
She stays impaled on my lap as Mom parks in the garage and kills the engine. The three of us share a knowing smile in the dark.
Welcome home, big sister.
Mom shuts the garage door behind her and calls softly through the window,
"You two coming inside, or…?"
Big sister tightens her arms around my neck, my cock still buried deep inside her, and answers without hesitation:
"No, Mommy… I'm keeping my husband right here. I'm going to fuck him all night in the car. Go sleep, we'll be loud."
Mom just laughs, low and fond.
"Alright, babies. Have fun. Don't break the suspension."
The inner door clicks shut. We're alone.
The second Mom's footsteps fade, my sister finally starts to move: slow, deliberate rolls of her hips at first, then faster, harder, riding me like she's trying to make up for every single day she was gone.
Big Sis (moaning into my mouth): "Ahh… yes… fuck, I missed you so much, husband… never leaving again… never…"
She kisses me possessively, teeth nipping my lip, tongue claiming every inch of my mouth while her pussy squeezes me in rhythmic pulses. The car rocks gently on its shocks, windows already fogging up. We fuck like we're starving: hours of deep, desperate strokes, her huge breasts bouncing against my chest, my hands gripping that perfect ass, pulling her down harder each time.
When we finally cum, it hits us both at once. She screams into my shoulder, pussy clamping down so tight it almost hurts, milking rope after rope out of me until we're both shaking and dripping. She collapses forward, forehead against mine, panting.
Big Sis (barely a whisper): "Stay inside… don't you dare pull out…"
I nod, too wrecked to speak. She slumps against me, arms and legs wrapped around me like she'll never let go. My cock softens but stays snug inside her warmth, plugged in place by her weight and the way she's clinging.
The garage is quiet except for our breathing. She falls asleep first, cheek on my chest, a tiny satisfied smile on her lips. I kiss the top of her head, hold her close, and let sleep take me too: still connected, still home, still hers.
Back inside the house, the living room is dim and quiet except for the low glow of the TV.
Mom (still completely naked, thighs glistening) curls up on the sofa with the remote. She scrolls to the hidden folder, clicks the video she recorded last week, and hits play.
On screen: me on top of her in her bed, missionary, buried to the hilt. Her legs are locked tight around my waist, ankles crossed, pulling me deeper with every thrust. We're kissing like we're drowning in each other (messy, open-mouthed, tongues sliding, moaning into each other's mouths). The camera catches every wet slap, every time her pussy creams around my cock, every filthy thing she gasps:
"Fuck Mommy's pussy, baby… yes, just like that… give Mommy all of it… I love you so much, son… fill me up…"
Real-life Mom watches, thighs falling open on the sofa. One hand cups her heavy breast, pinching the nipple; the other slides between her legs, two fingers plunging into the same pussy that's now dripping onto the cushions again. She matches the rhythm on screen (slow at first, then frantic), eyes locked on the moment the video version of me groans and pumps her full.
When video-Mom screams through her orgasm, real Mom loses it too. She arches hard, fingers buried deep, squirting a little across the sofa as she cums with a broken, "My baby… oh God, my baby…"
Exhausted, she doesn't even clean up. She just leaves the video on loop (the wet sounds, the "I love you, Mommy," the "Breed me, son," echoing softly through the empty house) and curls into the damp spot she made, drifting off to sleep with a happy little smile, dreaming of both her children coming back to her tomorrow.