Just Like Her Mom. Ch. 03

Note: It is probably a good idea to read the first two chapters of this story, in order to get somewhat more enjoyment from the tale below. Thank you, PE.

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"How the hell did you start having sex with Mommy and Daddy?" Paul said shaking his head incredulously.

Paul, a tall good looking boy of 20 sat in the jeans and t-shirt he came home in about three hours earlier, talking to his younger sister Clarissa, an innocent but very attractive young girl of 18 with long red hair and blue eyes. Clarissa had a light sweater on over the t-shirt she had been wearing when three hours before the current conversation; she had seduced her brother into fucking her within an inch of her life. She could still feel a flush on her face and though it almost felt like she felt her brothers very large cock still buried inside her cunt. The pair of shorts she now wore was much looser and more casual than the pair she had worn then, and she sat with her knees tightly drawn together, hands clasped together in her lap; she appeared to be the picture of demure ladylike innocence. Quite a contrast to the earlier slutty persona her brother Paul had been exposed to, to say the least. Clarissa loved her brother just as she loved her mom and dad, but she was also a very sexual being, and she had been slowly over the last couple of months been discovering just how much of one she was. It was strange, she thought, to feel like such a slut much of the time, and like plain old former Girl Scout Clarissa the rest. But after talking to her mom, she had found that her mom was much like her: a thoroughly nice person, who was also an insatiable nymph.

"It kind of started with Daddy, and from there well ... it grew," said the young teen.

"Grew? Well I would say it grew alright," Paul said with a smile, as he reached over and patted his sister on the back lovingly. Paul leaned back and laughed and drew his sister down into his arms, holding her snuggly against the side of his chest.

"Sis? ... Did you really suck off a bunch of guys at my school?"

Clarissa looked up sheepishly at Paul. "How did you find out?"

"Well some guys said, 'Hey Hill, we got blow jobs from your sister,' and as you might think would happen, I took a punch at one guy, and called him a liar."

Clarissa grimaced and spoke in a whisper, "I'm sorry. Did anyone get hurt?"

"Yeah, me," said Paul.

"Really," Clarissa said, in an even smaller voice.

"Well there were like five of them and one of me."

"Maybe I should stop that now; you know now that I have better guys to do."

As Clarissa said this, she ran her small soft hand down over her brother jeans and felt his rapidly growing cock jump as her hand passed over it.

Paul grabbed her hand and pulled it away and as his sister pouted up at him he looked at her and spoke in a tone of reproach. "Mommy and Daddy will be home soon, and I don't think we should start anymore funny business right now."

"But Pauly, Daddy and Mommy like this stuff. I know they want to play with us both. Mommy said she wants to see what you have in your pants," Clarissa said in a sexy little girlish voice that only made things worse for the older brother she scrunched up to on the sofa.

Paul sat up more on the couch and using his considerable muscle lifted his petite sister onto his lap and felt her squirm on his, now stiff rod. Paul groaned slightly feeling his sweet little sis's tight firm ass move on his cock. He curled his arms around her.

"You know it's just ... I don't know if I am ready for ... you know, with them."

Clarissa twisted her neck to look at her big brother and saw he still looked a little shy about this whole thing, and looking at him, seeing him feeling that way, just reminded her all over why she adored him as a brother and as a friend. She kissed his nose, and pressed back against his chest.

"You mustn't feel like that Paul," said Clarissa, "Mom and dad make everything seem just so natural, really."

Paul loved his sis but couldn't get the nagging thought from his mind that this was un-natural; it did seem to be the opposite of all he had ever been taught. Even by his parents. But sitting there like that with her warm sexy butt pressed on his lap, it was hard to deny that -- at least right now -- this all seemed so very right, both for him, and certainly for her.

Paul looked at his sexy sister and, unable to help resist, began to caress her firm breasts through her sweater. Her sweet firm breasts caused him to think about his mom's somewhat larger, but no less sexy rack. Paul wondered how many times he had lain in bed thinking about his mom's tits. It was probably hundreds.

Clarissa purred in her throat as her brother felt her tits up. She knew he was going to get worked up once more and hoped he would be ready to make a move on Mommy later.

The teen-aged girl also was still wondering if her brother had a thing for her best friend, Lindsey. Lindsey was the sexiest girl she knew, and also just like a sister to Clarissa, and -- at least she thought so -- the perfect girl for her brother.

"Paul do you think you might still ask out Lindsey?"

'What?" Paul paused his feeling of his sister's tits and looked at her strangely.

"Lindsey, Paul. Would you ask her out now?"

"Clarissa I just fucked you, and you just basically said, 'Oh goody, now I can fuck you all I want,' and you come and ask me if I still want to date your friend."

"Of course I still want you to date Lindsey. Paul just because you fuck me doesn't mean we are getting married. After all the way I see it Lindsey is just right for you, and I like her, and Mommy likes her, and Daddy likes her, so what could be better.

"Look at it this way, imagine if you guys got married and she became part of the family, why then we could all fuck and be one big happy, right? What could beat that?"

Paul listened to his little sisters strange logic, and then sat and stared of into space for a minute, as his brain processed the strange but somehow compelling argument Clarissa made. It was true that he did indeed think of Lindsey as his ideal girlfriend; and in many ways as real future plan making settle down material. He did however find it odd how his sweet little sister just automatically assumed Lindsey would be just totally into living a life of incest and promiscuity. Of course when his sister talked about her best friend she had always seemed able to almost read her mind, in the past. So anything was possible, Paul thought as he rubbed his sisters' chest gently.

The siblings both heard the front door open simultaneously and both jumped and straightened out their clothes to seem as if nothing untoward was going on. To Clarissa this seemed particularly amusing, especially after she had just finished telling her brother how into playing with them both, her parents would be.

Paul could see his sister stifle a laugh, and flashed his best all natural smile on his face as his mom and dad walked in the house holding several shopping bags while at the same time groping and hugging each other.

Paul smiled and called out, "Hey you guys get a room!"

The attractive middle aged parents broke apart with a laugh, and dropped their packages; turned and walked over to their kids.

"Paul! Oh baby, it's so great to see you. We missed you," Jenny said to her son.

Paul's father grabbed his hand and shook it as his wife let her son go, and then pulled his son to him and hugged him tight as well. "We really missed you kid," Conrad whispered in his sons ear.

"Thanks dad," said Paul stepping back to look at his father. Paul could help but picture his father fucking his sister, and looked away embarrassed. If Paul had been any other boy his age, his father would have thought something odd, but on the contrary, Paul had always been shy and it seemed just like Paul to be embarrassed by a show of emotion.

"So what brings you home so early? You said you wouldn't visit for another week."

Paul found himself trying to almost think of an excuse, but realized the truth was just that, the truth. Paul over at his mom and saw her discretely take his sister's hand and draw her over to the shopping bags on the floor by the front door.

"Help Mommy bring this stuff upstairs, Clarissa," Jenny said to her daughter.

Paul watched his undoubtedly hot little sister and his equally hot -- he now realized -- mom carry bags up to the second floor, and vanish into the bedrooms.

"So what's the story Paul?" asked Conrad.

"Well, that's the thing ... I think I want to drop going to State, and move back home."

Paul held his breath and watched his father's face. On his father's side, he stared back at the young man blankly, as if he had just said he was leaving with aliens in the morning. "What the heck are you talking about Paul?" Conrad finally said.

"I'm not dropping out of school," Paul continued hurriedly, "I'm just gonna transfer to Lawson, where Clarissa is gonna go."

Paul was taller than his dad, but at moments like this he always felt shorter. He could swear as a matter of fact that he was looking up at his dad right now, and that he was still a skinny ten year old, instead of the muscular 20 year old standing before his old man.

Conrad scanned his sons face and saw the nervous energy coming from him.

'This is going to set you back you know," said the older man.

"I know."

'I don't think you do," Conrad continued, "You have no idea how hard—"

"But I do dad," the young man interrupted. "I know I put you through crap begging you and mom to help me go away to State, but it just isn't comfortable for me there.

"This is sucking big time to admit to you after all that I said, but I was wrong, I don't think I can cut it yet being away from home." Paul stood and exhaled, and watched his father's face.

Conrad, put his hands in his pockets and cracked a smile looking at his nervous son.

"First: I don't like you interrupting me, got it?"

Paul gulped and nodded.

"Second: where you go to school is your business, and it isn't disappointing to me that you come home to live. And it doesn't matter whether you go to State or Lawson.

"But let me tell you, you can cut anything you want to cut, and it is not any kind of disgrace to say that you don't think you want to live away from home yet. It isn't that you can't, it is that you don't want to do it. Maybe in a year you will. But you don't have to, and frankly it isn't going to break mom's heart if you want to move home."

Paul hadn't been this relieved in his life. He exhaled and gave his dad a grin, and then heard feminine laughter come from upstairs, and looked up as did his father, and wondered what was so funny.

His dad wondered also.

What was so funny?

Clarissa had finished telling her mom that she had fucked Paul before her and her father had gotten home. Jenny Hill was tickled, and completely happy as she hugged her daughter to her chest and laughed, until her daughter's serious face also cracked and she began to giggle as well.

Clarissa pushed her mom away at arms length. "Mommy you can't say anything to Paul!" said Clarissa with a pout.

"And why not?"

"Well ... he still is kind of ... spooked about it all."

Jenny Hill thought a moment as she looked at her daughter, and then thinking about the horny story her little girl had just told of her brothers sudden transformation into a dominant male, she realized, at least in this case, that mommy knew what was best.

"Don't worry, honey, everything will work out in the end," said Jenny, patting and rubbing her daughters back in a maternal way.

Clarissa melted into her mom and kissed her full lips, slipping her tongue into her mother's mouth for a moment to feel her warm tongue on her own. Clarissa moaned slightly as she parted her lips from her mother, and her mom turned her around and swatted her on the ass playfully.

"Go tell your dad I told him to give you a lift to Lindsey's house," Jenny said. "And let him know I am not going to allow him to just loan you the car, not after your last fender bender." Jenny handed her daughter two twenty dollar bills from her purse, saying, "Pick up some Chinese food for you and Lindsey, she never can get to Yin's, and she loves it. And get your dad to stay and keep you and Lindsey, company, and have dinner with you. He is starving."

Clarissa looked back at her mother; an offended look on her face, and then as her mom smirked back at her, she thought she saw a plan behind her words.

"Oh but Mommy, whatever will you and Paul do all alone?" Clarissa teased turning and swirling her hair around her pretty face and wiggling her tight little round ass at her sexy mother. Jenny called, "Don't sass me young lady." The mother of two admiring her daughters retreating ass, as the young girl all but skipped to the staircase.

Fifteen minutes later Paul found himself sitting and watching TV alone, as his father was hustled out of the house under full protest that he was hoping to have a civilized dinner for once with his family all together, and what the hell is the big deal about him having to cart his daughter -- an 18 year old woman -- all the way across town to see HER girlfriend. Clarissa's response was that mom had given her money and they could all have a dinner party like when they were little girls and Daddy would take both girl's to Yin's Golden Dragon restaurant.

In one way Paul was not un-happy to see his dad leave, because although he was very cool about Paul moving back home, the younger man still felt funny about it all.

Paul flipped through one channel after another and settled on the MLB network and a report about the pennant race. Absent mindedly the young man began to multi-task in the way only kids could, his father always said, as he picked up a book he was reading from the coffee table, and began to read, and keep an eye occasionally on the MLB report. Paul at some point put his feet on the coffee table and turned his head to look around the living room, wondering if mom planned to start dinner anytime soon.

It had been some time since Paul had, had his soup back when we arrived, and he felt a slight rumble in his stomach.

Paul stood and walked in the kitchen and looked in the fridge. Lots of food, but nothing he felt comfortable putting together. This was of course the occupational hazard of having a mom who was a home-maker, and always did the cooking.

He vaguely found himself wishing he had spent more time in the kitchen like his sister had as a kid.

"MOM!" Paul called out in the general direction of the ceiling.

The boy walked closer to the staircase. "Mom! Are you going to be making dinner soon!" called Paul, listening for some sign she had heard him.

Paul began to climb the stairs and at the top he could hear his parents shower running. Paul thought he must have sounded like a spoiled brat a moment ago, and was kind of glad his mom hadn't heard him. Of course the next thing he heard was his mothers voice from her bathroom call over the shower noise, "Paul, Mommy will be out in a minute, then I'll go fix you something after I get dressed!"

As Paul's shoulders slumped he walked over to his bedroom and slipped into his and Clarissa's bathroom and turned on the shower. He looked about and saw that Clarissa sure had made it a VERY girly place indeed since he had moved out. Well, Paul thought to himself, I guess I can fix that eventually. The young man slipped into the shower and thought about the day, and some of the, incredible things already having happened.

Not only had he broken the news to his parents that he was moving back home, but he had fucked his sister, and discovered that she was fucking with his parents as well. He thought that -- at least -- made his other momentous news seem rather like no big deal. The young man also could not figure out his reaction to his sisters love of rougher treatment, and how he had fallen right in step talking to her in filthy terms, and yet strangely going right back to normal right after they came down from their erotic high. In his mind Paul had always thought that guys and gals who liked rough sex and dominance and submission play were ... well kind of just a bunch of weirdo's. Now that he had found his own sister; and his mother and father, all liked this ... well who knew what was and wasn't weird. His own turn on by being rough and dominant toward his sis had been almost overwhelming.

Thinking about the things he had discovered that day began to make him feel horny all over again. It made him wish his sister was still home and not out with dad and Lindsey. Paul absently stroked his thick hard shaft, and as he looked down he pictured his sister on her knees sucking his 9 inch cock into her small throat.

The young man let go of his meat and shook his head and rinsed and took a towel and dried his body. Wrapping the towel around his waist he padded to his room next door.

Paul certainly was glad his mom had preserved his bedroom like Washington's birth place now, he thought as he walked in. She had turned out right when she had said, 'You never know when you might want a nice soft bed and a home cooked meal."

Paul looked up at his full sized bed and his eyes fell on his mother sitting naked on his bed; her legs were crossed, but she leaned back on her hands thus thrusting out her 36c tits. She smiled in a warm and friendly -- though decidedly un-matronly -- way at him. Her long blond hair was brushed straight and fell down her back behind her, and it shined in the low bedroom lights. Paul noticed that even at her age (42) her tummy though evidencing a slight bulge, was still soft and firm looking. It was the kind of tummy that on a woman invites kisses and touching.

"Hi sweetie, do you like how Mommy looks?"

Paul felt like he was standing in quicksand and realized with a start he was about to sit down on the floor, and stood back up. He blinked, and shook his head, as if he was seeing a figment of his imagination, and it would soon disappear.

"Well? Do you?" his mother asked in her sexy purr.

Paul felt his cock poking out the towel around his waist and looked down.

'That's okay, Mommy just got her answer sweetheart," said Jenny.

Paul grabbed his rebellious cock and tried to shove it back under the towel, as he watched his mother stand and walk toward him. He now saw that like her daughter Clarissa, his mom had a smooth pussy mound and cunt. She walked up to him with no shame or embarrassment, and this only made her son more nervous.

The woman stopped in front of her son and dropped to her knees before him and gazed up at his face and said, "Its okay honey, Mommy knows you fucked Clarissa."

"Can't she keep her mouth shut," Paul sputtered.

"No she can't. That girl is a slut, just like her mother," Jenny said shaking her head. She reached out and pulled away his towel, and began to stroke his shaft in her warm hand. Paul looked down at his sexy naked mother, still in shock but rapidly beginning to warm to her touch.

Jenny looked up and said, "Now use Mommy like a fucking whore. You know you want to, don't you. Use me like a fucking back alley slut, just like you did to your sister."

Paul's shaft began to throb as her filthy words overwhelmed his consciousness. He couldn't reconcile his mother as this filthy whore kneeling on the carpet. In a way it was harder than the discovery he had made with his sister. But as his heart pounded he reached out and grabbed his mothers face in his hands and pulled it toward his cock, her mouth opening wide as he jammed her face down his shaft.

Paul felt his cock slip down her throat, and heard the same lewd gagging sounds he had always heard girl make in the most raunchy porno tapes. He tightened his grip as his mother looked up in his eyes and seemed to almost smile around his shaft, like an experienced whore. He began to pump and fuck his own mother face harder and harder not caring about the consequences or if she could breathe, he knew unconsciously that she was fine with all he did, and could stop him anytime if she wished.