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Sister's Pimp
Chapter 6
I decided to give mom a visit and find out how she got her first customer and all the gory details. She was in the bathroom and invited me to watch her clean up and maybe get some ideas about using her body. Poor old mom was just an overweight woman in her forties who needed love, too much love for this pimp to deliver. Still I liked to watch her douching, strawberry, my favorite flavor. Next she gargled and I asked if she gargled her client's semen when he came in her mouth. She blushed, making me laugh to myself. Then she gave me a look and took out her diaphragm from the drawer. Now that was a serious move on her part. She had started to shed some of that excess poundage, but she still had an impressive gut that would take many more weeks of serious exercise and dieting to get down to manageable dimensions. On the other hand she had taken the first step toward independence, and deserved a reward. I sighed and nodded. She grinned from ear to ear and proceeded to load the rubber cup with spermicide before folding it up and inserting it deep into her cunt. I suggested we adjourn to her bedroom and stain the sheets. She countered by claiming that she'd suck up every drop straight from my cock or her twat. That got my juices flowing and I patted her on that broad bottom and goosed her for good measure. She squealed like a schoolgirl and I followed her quivering buns into the bedroom.
Mom let out a loud moan of pleasure as my flickering tongue made its initial entry into her wet cunt. She had shaved maybe a day or so ago and her skin was smooth, the way I liked when eating pussy. I kissed her cunt lips, going back and forth as I moved up to her fat clit that was already beginning to peek out from its hood. I captured it with my teeth and she stiffened, fearing damage to that hot button if she made any sudden moves. I licked and sucked it to full size and then nibbled on it as she arched her back and got ready for the first orgasm of the session. It was a lalapooluza, lifting her beefy body off the sheets as she howled and whooped like a crazy woman. That inspired me to even greater feats of tonguemanship. First I made her cunt lips flap in the breeze by a combination of tongue and lip action. Even before she caught her breath, she took a triple tonguing that made her eyes cross. I did the switchback thing with the flat of my tongue and off she went on another trip around the solar system. When mom returned she just blinked her eyes and heaved a sigh that said volumes. It had been a long time for her.
Whether she knew it or not I was just getting warmed up for the main event, intending to bury my bone so deep inside that tired old squeeze box of a twat that she'd think an army of little people had taken up light housekeepng there. To give her some sort of a rest, I concentrated on seeing how many hickies I could suck into the insides of her celluite pocked thighs. That calmed her down and so I decided to shift into a higher gear and really put the wood to her. For that I needed her mouth to get me as hard as possible. I told her what I needed and she got busy. I joked that she was getting some practice for the next guy that wanted her to blow him. She popped my cock from her mouth long enough to insinuate that the next customer just might be a woman and she was ready to deal with that situation as well, thanks to Megan's help. There was a lot going on here, about which yours truly knew nothing. Included in the list was where did mom learn to suck like a pro? She had me rock hard in almost nothing flat. I almost let her bring me off, just to see what she'd do with my cum. Maybe after I put the wood to her I'd let her give me a sample of her technique; that might be fun.
Finding the right position to screw my mother proved to be a major hassle. Mom wanted to try cowgirl, and when that didn't work she shifted around to reverse cowgirl. I had to admit that watching her big butt move up and down with slow deliberate strokes as her cunt swallowed and regurgitated my hard dick was a rather pleasant way to spend the time. Unfortunately it didn't give me the kind of leverage that allowed major wood to be moved in and out of her twat at the kind of speed that caused the zipper in her head to open. Next we tried spoon and for a time I managed to pack her cunt full of hard cock, but once again that big behind slowed things to a crawl in a very short time. Scissor style fucking did not cut it because mom couldn't hold her leg up long enough for me to get a good run at her dripping fuckbox.
We were both getting frustrated. To relieve the tension I reverted to going down on her to keep that pussy hot and eager for more cock, using my tongue as the carrot. She remained restless and so I played my hole card, licking her chocolate starfish to loosen it up sufficiently so that my tongue could bore into her rectum and tickle an orgasm out of her. It wasn't much of an orgasm, lasting for perhaps ten seconds. There was only one thing left to do, get her out of bed and bent over supporting her weight with her arms. I got behind her, and lined up my dick to discover it had lost its rigidity. A few minutes of running it between those meaty cheeks did the trick and I had major wood again.
Now it was my turn to take out my frustrations on her hot, juicy fuckbox. My cock started pounding away inside her musky tunnel and she hissed and begged for more. I kicked it up a notch and mom grunted through her first orgasm of this session. I helped her along by seeing how far I could stretch her hanging tit meat. By now I was really into fucking her with everything I had. Her legs started to get rubbery as my dick plowed in and out of her weakening cunt. I grabbed her love handles for more leverage and put my back into it, hammering my stiff shaft home with powerful strokes that made her overweight body quiver and shake from the collision of my groin with her buns. Mom went off like a roman candle and I went along for the ride, plowing away like a crazy man, not caring about the amount of damage I was doing to that out of condition fuck hole. I have no idea how long we fucked, but the next day my back ached and I had bruises on the fronts of my legs, from the brutal pounding I dished out to my dear old mother.
Mom and I were so involved that neither of us knew when Megan had entered the bedroom. However when she started clapping I realized it had been a while. Mom was too wasted to even look back, her sweaty body had just seemed to melt into a puddle of pussy that currently was leaking a fairly impressive amount of my semen and her cunt cream onto the sheets. Megan chattered away describing what she saw and adding some editorial comment.
"Damn, my brother is a stud for sure! I have just got to get some of that action and very soon. No more high octane cock for mom until she cleans up her act and gets more customers. Man, oh man, that was some performance! Your dick was moving so fast it looked like a blur and poor mom looked like a punching bag, that's how hard you were pounding her. I'm not sure I want you nailing my little project if that's the kind of pussy punishment she can expect. Compared to the guys she's putting out for now, you would feel like an 800 pound gorilla. How do your clients handle the kind of action you just dished out to poor mom, or was that something special? Hey, I'm family too, and I've got a tighter pussy and better tits than mom. I wonder what might have happened if I came in earlier before you two went banzai on each other? Who knows, maybe it might have turned into a family threesome? Wouldn't that have been something to tell the grandchildren right after you fucked the girls bowlegged."
Although it was important to talk to her before she got away, I was too tired to do much more than take a nap. Megan promised to wake me in an hour and then we'd talk. I hit the pillow and remember nothing until she shook me awake. All Megan wore was a big smile and her garter belt, which was a nice way to wake up. I had a thing for lacy garter belts and that's exactly what she was wearing. I started to get hard at the prospect of hammering my sister's cunt until she begged for mercy, but business before pleasure.
Megan's eyes grew wide when I told her that at present Mrs. Karen Bross was probably midway through a gangbang featuring herself and about eight teenagers, including her two sons who had started the ball rolling the night before and kept the party going until my arrival for our usual session. Megan's breathing got ragged when I casually mentioned that Karen was securely tied down to her bed and unless they used her mouth, she'd be gagged to keep her from disturbing the neighbors while she was being gangbanged. My sister was blown away when she heard that Karen was taking the blame for what was happening, and may be secretly enjoying the attention those horny teenagers were giving her.
Then I explained her new role as the Bross family's counselor on sexual etiquette. The two sons would be under her care and feeding as she taught them how to be popular at school and respectful towards their mother, that is if that was what she wanted from them. Megan was way ahead of me on that one,claiming that mommy Bross was looking for attention from her two studly sons and this gangbang was probably only the beginning of her adventures into the world of strange and kinky sex. I couldn't resist needling my sister about the way she and Ruth Klunder were beginning to carry on, and wondered if she was capable of handling another female lover old enough to be her mother. That gave Megan pause and I could see the wheels turning in that nearly fifteen year-old mind as she tried to deal with this new challenge.
At that point I had to bring up the fact that Megan and I looked to become more than just business partners, which added more weight on her youthful shoulders. Finally there was the matter of Tracy Klunder who was rapidly turning into a sex monster, and headed for her first serious relationship with who knows? In the best of all possible worlds we could arrange for her to become the sex slave of the Bross boys while Ruthie and Karen got it on in the interests of family harmony. My poor joke made Megan's eyes light up like a Christmas tree. She nodded her head and started talking to herself, while I sat there and checked out my little sister who was not so little any more. I licked my lips at the prospect of going down on Megan and following that thin strip of pubic hair that was maybe three inches long and pointed dead center at her cunt. Things were about to get very busy and extremely complicated, but it appeared to be worth the effort.
(To be continued-rolfpalsy)
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