Episode 3:
"Mmmmm" i silently screamed into my pillow as i came for the second time since i laid down to sleep
My wet hand falling to my side trembling, it's been so long since I've been able to come i feel like i just unlocked something deep inside of me
I can't stop thinking about last night,
the way zac fucked that woman, the way he came all over her, and the fact that it was so wrong for me to get turned on by my own brother just makes it even hotter for some reason.
I closed my eyes to sleep, exhausted from coming i drifted to sleep, for about a second, before the image of my body coverd with his cum woke me up and i reached my now dry and sticky hand to my pussy again.
In the morning i cried. I felt disgusting for being attracted to my brother
I felt like I'm the sickest person in the world, and while i was crying i started to get turned on again and it just made me cry more! I'm just a mess...
I guess i didn't hear the door open but i did feel a hand on my back,
It wasn't scary, it felt warm and kind, i knew that hand
My mom's soft voice asked me how I'm feeling. At that moment i broke down, i covered my body with the blanket, worried she might see the big stains i left on the sheet or she might smell my juices dry on my hands
I cried like a baby and she held me like a mother.
And for the first time in our relationship, we talked about sex.
I told her that i never came with anyone i slept with without taking care if it myself, and lately even when i do it it's harder to climax, i told her how i felt this major release yesterday and she looked a little happy about that.
It felt weird talking to her about this, but i felt so good sharing i wanted her to know more.
"Do you think being back home has something to do with it?" She asked while my head was on her thigh
"Mom...i think there's something wrong with me, i feel disgusted with myself "
She started stroking my hair
"Why do you feel that way?"
She sounded worried but tried to hide it
"Yesterday i had a sexual dream...about zac" i told her the truth...well, a version of the truth.
"Oh honey that's normal, you're probably just connecting being a little lonely sexually and being a little lonely at home, you guys have changed so much in recent years, you used to be friends..."
"I can't stop thinking about it though! I'm a pervert". I almost didn't recognized my voice, i sound awful when i cry, like I'm 3 and have a cold
Mom grabbed my head and turnd it to look straight at her
"Listen to me, you are normal, you are wonderful. being sexual is fantastic, it's fun. When i was your age i had thoughts like that too"
What is she talking about? Mom doesn't have a brothe-oh my god did my mom sleep with her sister??
"Mom, what do you mean?"
She looked less confident all of a sudden
It took her a few minutes to start talking but she eventually did.
"when i was a little younger than you, i had a complicated relationship with someone in my family, it had a lot to do with power dynamics and dominance, and it was even abusive at times i think. so please be careful, don't let your thoughts carry you to start something unhealthy, okay honey? I just, i don't want to scare you from sex but i don't want you to get hurt"
I was stunned, to think that someone would hurt my gentel warm and sweet mother, to think that angie had been a little bitch since she was little and that she did that to my mom. Now i was angry
"Mom are you okay?"
My mom smiled and kissed my cheek, moving my hair aside and kissing the side of my head gently, i blushed a little and looked at her, she was so beautiful.
"I promise i won't do anything mom, i just had a weird couple of days..."
I felt silly and dumb but at the same time i wanted to keep talking because i was worrird she might get up if i don't .
But she stayed , and she touched my face with her fingers, i could feel her breasts touching the back of my head
And Suddenly i realized i have been slowly touching myself under the blanket for a while now.
WHAT IS WRONG WITH MY BRAIN?!
it all felt so nice and calm i didn't want to stop.
She combed my hair with her fingers gently and i moved my finger on my once again soaked pussy, she moved her hand on my back slowly and then back to my hair, it felt good and loving.
then it happened, for a split second her hand got tangled in my hair and it pulled on the back of my head just a little bit, just a little bit too much.
I lost control for half a second and before i could stop it i was coming. I was coming with my mom in the room.
I looked up at her in terror. i was biting on my bottom lip trying hard to control my facial expression and falling miserably. It was all over , i felt the wave washing over me as i was staring at her eyes worried, but she didn't seem to notice, she was warm and kind. She nodded her head ever so slightly and said without sound "it's okay".
That's when i let go
"Ahhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmahh" i tried to stop but it was too good and too late
It was a long orgasam and it kept attacking me in waves after. i was shaking and ashamed, now i looked away and avoided her gaze.
I got up to sit on the bed next to her and I'm sure i was as red as a fresh tomato.
My mom put her hand on my shoulder and turned my face to her
She gave me a kiss on the cheek and smiled at me
"I hope our talk helped, we should do this more often honey, i missed you so much"
I breathed in relief and smiled back awkwardly "yeah..that was..nice"
I was so relieved she didn't say anything but there was something else, maybe a little...disappointment? Did i want her to acknowledge me coming with her?
Maybe my face gave me away because before she left she got closer to my still red face and with her hand on my cheek she kissed my lips, not just a short peck, but a longer kiss with our mouths slightly open. I was stunned and frozen. Her warm lips felt amazing on mine and i closed my eyes as i got lost in the moment. She closed her lips without sounds and our kiss was over.
She got up and told me she needs to go make dinner, before she left she turned around and told me she loved me
"I love you too mom, thank you"
"Anytime honey"
She smiled and walked away
Anytime? Well maybe my brain problem is genetic..
