Mom's House, Mom's Rules

All characters in this story are 18 or older.

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"My house, my rules." I don't know how many times I heard this as a child. Even into my teens, that was the mantra. My house, my rules. Like dad didn't exist. So today, on my eighteenth birthday, I was now legally allowed to tell her no. Not that I would, but it was kind of nice to know that I could.

I got up and went downstairs. Mom was already up and about, typical for her. She was a lawyer, a heavy-hitter in a major firm, and she brought in beaucoup bucks. I don't know how much but I know that we never really worried about money in my house. She was dressed in her usual outfit, a blazer-and-skirt combination. Mom was a creature of habit, and dressing well and presenting herself well were two of those habits.

"How's my birthday boy?" she laughed. "Finally my baby's eighteen!" she said next.

"Mom!" I protested. I was so tired of being called her baby.

"Well, you will always be my baby boy."

My older sister Ellen popped into the room. "Hey's its the birthday boy!" She walked over and gave me a kiss on the cheek then popped me on the arm with her fist. "About damn time too!"

Dad walked in next, giving me a greeting as well. He and mom exchanged their typical good-morning smooch, and then he went to get coffee.

"So we have a big night planned for you tonight, Evan," Mom said. "Be home at five," she said.

"But mom!" I protested. I had made loose plans to be with some of my fellow teammates from the football team. Sure, we were going to drive around and look cool and bitch about being bored, but it beat being stuck with the family. I should have known better, to be honest.

"My house, my rules," she reminded me. "Five sharp. Big night tonight."

"Fine." There was no sense in arguing with her. I would never tell her, but there was a sense of relief I had texting my friends to tell them that Mom had stepped in. They were used to such texts from me. Of course there were a couple of replies that were suggestive. My mom, according to all my friends, as a bona fide MILF and they rarely let an opportunity pass without alluding to that.

I had a summer job, working for a local contractor. I liked it - the pay wasn't great but I was out in the sun and I was learning a lot. My dad was some kind of financial geek yet was rather adept with tools. He always told me time and again that one of the best jobs he ever had as a kid as with a local contractor. So he pushed me a little into the job, and I cannot say that I was upset by that.

I told my boss that I would have to leave around quarter to five, it being my birthday and my mom's edict. My boss, having worked for my family, gave me a familiar smirk. Then approved it, of course, because otherwise a direct confrontation with my mom my result. Most people came out a sad second best from such moments.

It had been a hot day, and when I got home my family was already there, and already waiting for me. Both Ellen and Mom's noses wrinkled at my appearance, and evidently, my scent. "Yuck. Go shower," my mom ordered. So off I went to rinse off, lather up, rinse and repeat with shampoo and body lotion. Showering never took me long and I was only ten minutes behind schedule when I descended the steps fresh from my shower.

"Excellent," my mother said, and appraised my choice of clothing. "And look, I did not even have to suggest a change of clothes!" she said proudly. I had debated what to wear, but the truth was, if what I chose would not meet her specifications I would be made to change. So I skipped the battle and chose something I knew she would like.

We tumbled into Mom's Audi SUV. She drove in her typical fashion, which was fast and aggressive. We got to a local restaurant and took our seats, and enjoyed the two hours we spent there just talking easily. Ellen and I chatted a lot about college. She was two years older than me, having completed her sophomore year and entering her junior one. We were not going to attend the same schools - she chose a very large state University and I was accepted an offer to go to an out of state university.

Ellen was very similar to mom. She was smart, awesomely smart. She was insightful, too, and I swear that it was a lethal combination. Neither of those two women in my life - my mom or sister - missed anything. But I enjoyed talking with her, because she wasn't a mean person. She was easy to talk to, friendly and bubbly. It was no surprise that she was elected as her sorority's president. She was just the sort of girl who would join and then run the joint.

Towards the end of the night both Mom and Ellen turned their attention to me. Precisely, they were bombarding me with questions as to why I had failed to continue dating Pam, the girl I'd taken to my senior prom. We split up not long after prom and it really wasn't because of any thing I did or she did.

We sat one night and simply talked it through, deciding that we were happier as friends. So that was that. There was nothing nefarious or humiliating in our relationship's end. It just ended. Neither Mom nor Ellen entirely believed me, but since I was being truthful there was nothing more to give.

We were in the SUV, riding home, with me enjoying the front seat for once since Dad said he wanted to sit in the back with Ellen. The windows were down, and the music was up. The trip did not take long, and Mom pulled into the garage. "You guys go ahead," Ellen said the moment that the car's engine died. "Me and Dad are discussing something."

I expected Mom to snap at them, and was surprised when she shrugged it off. "Come on inside Evan," she told me. So in I went, leaving my dad and sister in the backseat of the SUV. I headed up to the kitchen, and found mom standing there, her fingers wrapped around the back of a chair which she had pulled out from the kitchenette table where we had most of our meals. "Sit," she said in a tone of voice I knew well - it was the one that demanded obedience.

So, I sat. "What's up?"

"Do you know what Ellen and your father are doing in the car?" she asked directly.

"No idea. Talking?" I said.

"No." Mom shook her head firmly from side to side. "Try again."

"I have no idea what they're doing," I replied testily. What the hell else would they be doing, I thought.

She exhaled slowly. Almost happily. "Good." Then to my utter amazement, Mom reached up and unbuttoned the top two buttons of her top. The result was that some of her cleavage was suddenly visible to me.

"Um Mom?" I said with obvious confusion.

"Yes?" My eyes were drawn to movement, and a third button was undone, and now her lacy bra was revealed. What the hell?

"What are you doing?!" I demanded.

"What I've been waiting impatiently for, now, for a long time!" she said. *Pop* went the fourth button, and now her tummy flesh was visible.

"Which is?" I demanded yet fell more steadily into confusion. My Mom - I've always known that she was busty. But holy shit!

"To show you how this family has always stayed so so tightly together."

"What?!" I stammered.

"I'll have you know that your sister is in the backseat of the car, and by now she probably has your father's thick cock in her mouth," Mom breathed softly. Her last button was undone, and she began tugging her top out of her skirt, slowly revealing herself more and more to me. Her breasts were encased in that bra and I saw they nearly spilled out of the cups. She had a bit of a flush on her cheeks. "I've been dying for this day so that I can finally find out what kind of man you are."

My face rocked as if I'd been slapped. Nothing my mother could have said to me would have floored me as much as that. "MOM!" I just about screamed. But my cock had no such worries, and I'd never really focused on my mother as a sexual creature before. And as she stood in front of me, I suddenly understood why all of my fantasies featured large-breasted, solid and bossy women - they were all standing in for mom.

"What?" she asked reasonably." I know what boys like you want. I'm betting that I can make you feel better than you've ever felt in your life." Her shirt slid off and she reached behind, unclasping the bra and letting magnificent breasts swing free. They hung down low, spreading at the bottom like a pear, topped with big nipples that were already taut. "I bet you'd love that wouldn't you?" she said reasonably.

I made no move when she leaned forward, both hands on the arms of the chair, dangling those breasts perilously close to my face. She supported herself with one hand, the other dropping into my lap. "Oh yes," she breathed quietly, "what do we have here?" she moaned.

My bossy mom was suddenly yanking on my pants like she was beyond control. Now I had measured myself often. There was a feeling of relief that I had that I was six inches - somehow that was a good number. I had never really thought about thickness, however, but when my mom withdrew my erection from my shorts and exclaimed "holy SHIT its so THICK!" My ego increased exponentially.

So did my cock, the moment my mom's fingers wrapped around the shaft. "Oh god I've wanted this for so long," she moaned. I had no idea that she was going to go down on me like that, and suddenly my cock went from savoring the pleasure of the fingers to being completely engulfed into her mouth. I almost screamed, as the pleasure was beyond anything I'd ever experienced. Her tongue felt like it was everywhere, and the way it slid over my cockhead left me gasping for air in no time. My fingers curled tightly on the arms of the chair, as I tried to control my breathing. "God Mom you're gonna make me cum," I moaned.

Whatever she said was lost in the muffling moan she made. But the suction increased, and her hand movements increased, and I was lost. Being driven to a massive orgasm. I felt my balls tighten suddenly, and felt my sensation tip over from that lusty upswing to the moment of pure release. With that came the speed rush of my orgasm, and my mom's throat and mouth got flooded by my semen. Mom moaned whorishly, her mouth and throat working to gobble down all my cum. I kept pumping it out; she kept swallowing it. Finally, when nothing more than a tiny dribble came out, she released me and stood up, swiping her lips with her finger, daubing the last drop of my cum from her lips and deposited it on her tongue. She smacked her mouth with satisfaction. "So fucking delicious."

I gulped. "If you say so."

"Oh you're not done yet, not by a long shot, mister," she told me. "My house, my rules," she reminded me.

"O...kay," I said slowly.

I watched as Mom stood up, and reached behind to undo the button on her skirt. Under her skirt she did not wear the boring mom-panties I had expected to see, but rather she wore...nothing. Well, a garter belt and stockings, which was so unexpected that my jaw went slack.

"You like, I see. So does your father," she chuckled. "I knew that if I wore panties today that they'd only get soaking wet by noon," she explained. As she did so she backed up slowly, until her butt rested against the kitchen counter. "I have a fantasy I want to fulfill," she said.

"Sucking your son's cock wasn't enough?" I gasped.

"Oh no," she said smiling, her hips wiggling just so. She was shaved, completely devoid of hair. Even at the small distance I could see how swollen she looked, and that her sex glistened. She pressed her ass against the countertop, and spread her legs a little. Her hip angle changed and her sex, pouting and open, aimed at me.

"I want you to suck my cunt right here," she breathed. Her face was a mask of lust. "Kneel, son, and lick me. Taste me. Make me cum!" she moaned, her hand rising to her breast to find a nipple, and squeeze it in what looked to me to be a vicious manner.

I was compelled, to be blunt. Not just by mom. Not just by the pussy. But by the whole thing, the lusty almost obscene way she leaned, the idea of taking her in the kitchen. I was moving without thought, and the moment that I pressed my tongue and lips to her pussy I was lost. There was nothing left.

All I could do was lick. The heat, taste, aroma of her musky sex captivated me. Nothing else was like it, and my tongue flicked against hot flesh resulting in tiny cries of pleasure. I loved hearing those cries. I was licking and teasing her, but then had my head bent backwards as she grabbed my head. "Look," she directed me, and then her other hand moved to spread her pussy apart. "There's my clit. Now," she demanded.

So I changed, and the moment I did so Mom screeched. Her hips bucked, her hand on my head pulled and yanked, almost desperate to trap my mouth to her. I sucked and moaned, my tongue gliding over wet hot flesh as fast as I could go. I angled my head to breathe deeply through my nose but that was not enough. I had to stop, to pant, but then mom planted me back and I resumed. Licking teasing sucking pleasuring in and out, around in circles, light and hard. She was screaming now, her hips jerking wildly, and then I screamed when her hand turned into a fist, yanking my hair, and I was rewarded with a huge gusher of fluids as my mom forcefully squirted all over me. The fluid dripped from me, and rather than being turned off I was turned on more, going back in deeper, finding that clit and sucking it, licking it teasing it!

She came again, a screech and a shudder with another shower, but I was relentless. I was driven, held there, licking and tasting and Mom screaming and finally shoving me away. "NO NO NO MORE!" she said in a tone of voice I'd never heard. She sank slowly to the floor, legs gaping, into the puddle of her own mess, panting. Her face was slack, her eyes glassy, lips parted and hair a mess. Her breasts displayed lewdly, but in that moment I don't think she cared about anything.

Then the door from the basement opened, and Ellen and Dad walked in.

"Oh ho!" my father said. He was naked, and to my surprise sporting a big erection. It looked stiff and full...and wet. Ellen was looking rather glassy-eyed with her top off and her skirt bunched up around her waist. She was as big-boobed and cleanly-shaved as Mom.

"Did you cum enough dear?" Dad asked, moving towards me. Ellen was next to him, her eyes seeking mine and grinning.

"No," Mom groaned. "I need another one."

"You do?" I gasped, astonished.

"Well," she grinned weakly. "Yes."

"Oh. The same way?" I asked.

"Oh yes," she nodded, planting both palms on the floor and pushing up. I noted that both Dad and Ellen watched the movement closely. Once Mom was again resting butt-to-countertop, she extended a finger and wagged me in.

"She's insatiable sometimes," Ellen told me. "Get in there and lick her cunt," she told me firmly, and knelt behind me. As her hand pushed me into Mom, I felt her hand wrap around and gasp my flaccid cock.

"Awww, Mom, did you have to go and drain him?" Ellen complained. As I resumed licking faster against my Mom's clit, Ellen's fingers began to manipulate my cock. To my surprise it began growing swiftly under her expert fingers.

"Good," Dad rumbled from behind me somewhere, "I need that young pussy," he intoned. Ellen moaned into my back and moved, so her breasts were pushed into my back. I was now fully trapped, my mouth on my Mom's pussy, Ellen's breasts at my back, her fingers stroking my now-erect penis, and then I felt a huge thrust forward as I assumed Dad buried his thick cock into Ellen's body. At least her scream suggested it.

"OH FUCK!" Mom screamed, I guess watching the show. "Fuck I'm gonnaa...cc-cucc..." she stammered. I licked faster harder deeper. Then got rewarded again as Mom obviously came hard again, her legs completely giving out and I scrambled to keep her upright. All while Ellen's body was roughly shoved into mine over and over as Dad pummeled her. Ellen was screaming and finally Dad roared and I guess blasted off inside her.

Ellen released my cock I guess from the impact of Dad's fucking, and we more or less all four of us collapsed in heaving, panting heaps on the floor. My cock quickly dwindled as I laid there on the floor, my legs pressed to Mom's bare thighs. They were so wet, that musky aroma delightful, and her legs were so soft and warm and pleasant. I was feeling really happy just lying there.

But Mom groaned. "I have to pee," she moaned, and with that she shoved herself away from the pile of humanity. At that Ellen moaned. "Me too," and she too got up and left. Leaving me sitting there suddenly feeling very uncomfortable, looking at my naked Dad.

"So what questions do you have?" he asked. I noted that he did not not bother to cover himself, that his cock was still wet from a mixture of Ellen and his cum

"Like how? When?"

"When Ellen turned eighteen. She had made it known that she wanted to seduce us both," Dad explained. His grin seemed wicked. "We did not need much seduction."

"But..."

"Who better to teach their children about the pleasures of sex than one's parents?" he said reasonably. "Me and your Mom, we knew that you two were going to grow up to be gorgeous adults, and we expected that both of your sex drives would be as strong as me and your Mom's. We still make love nearly every night," he said.

"You do?"

"Hell yes," he said. "Your mom is the hottest lay ever," my Dad boasted. "She loves my cock. I love her body, her breasts and her pussy," he said. "We can't get enough of each other, and now you and your sister adding in just makes it all the more delicious. I was so turned on watching you suck your Mom's pussy," he added.

My head swam. Yet there was no denying how good I felt, and how she had guided me to ensuring she got the biggest, most powerful orgasm. "I'll..." I said softly. What would I do?

"Take a moment, and think about it," Dad suggested. "The girls won't be back down for a while. Ellen's probably going down on Mom right now," he said lewdly.

"WHAT?"

"Oh yeah, I guess I forgot that part. Ellen loves going down on Mom. All the time. She can't get enough pussy sometimes," my Dad laughed.

"Jesus."

"I hear you. But you Mom always - always - comes back to me," he said. Was it a warning? I took it as one.

As I wandered upstairs, I paused at the top of the steps to listen. But I heard nothing, so I went to my room and sat heavily on my chair. I have a little desk in my room, with my laptop on it. No one would believe this, even if for some insane reason I was going to ever tell anyone. So I sat there kind of idling about the internet.

I finally, around ten, gave it up, and went to bed. What a birthday. My present had been sex with my family. I was still trying to figure it all out. I lay awake, and thought about it all. As I did, without surprise, I realized that I was getting an erection. I reached down to stroke it idly, and improved it until it was fully hard. I wasn't anywhere close to orgasm, but having a nice full cock felt pretty good.

Then my door opened softly. "Ev?"

"Ellen?"

She said nothing, coming into my room and slowly, softly closing the door behind her. She walked over to my bed, and sat down on it.

"So a big day, huh?" she asked me.

"Yeah."

"It took me a few days - well, more like months - to fully work it out. I would have loved to talk to you about it but I was forbidden."

"Probably a good idea," I said. "I'm still a little off," I admitted.

"Can I help you?" she asked. "Now that your big sister knows you're in on the family secret, can I help you?"

"How?"

"Make you feel good again," she promised me. Her voice oozed sexuality all of a sudden. Each word, said softly and smoothly, particularly emphasis on good. Her hand dropped onto my leg. "I know Mom just sucked you off. I want you to shoot in my cunt."

"Jesus, Ellen!" I whispered a little louder.