My Twin’s Hubby Took My Mommy

It was wrong, and right, all at the same time.

The last few weeks had certainly opened my mind to new experiences. I certainly considered myself less of a prude after a few rambuctious lovemaking sessions with my sister’s hubby.

But this was something I had never expected, and now that it was happening in front of me, I wasn’t sure exactly what I was meant to do.

I had brought my twin sister’s hubby over to my parents for dinner. Intending to engage in the ultimate taboo. Impersonating my sister I’d been intending to enjoy dinner, sneak off to the bathroom and have him fuck me silly right under their noses. It would have been the perfect crime, all the while, they would think I was just my sister Dava up to her usual mischief.

But no, now it was me being surprised. Standing here staring like an idiot while my mother blew Tim’s impressive weapon.

With how conservative my father was, I am amazed she even knew what a blow job was. But the licentious glee with which she performed it, told me not only that she’d done it before, but that she was relishing it.

Which made me wonder where she’d learned it, because somehow I doubted my father was the one to do it.

Watching my mother take Tim’s considerable length right into her throat was causing me to reassess what I actually knew about her.

Part of me wondered if I should leave, after all she was my mother.

“That’s it, Julie,” Tim encouraged, “how do you like the taste of that?”

My mother drew back, a trail of saliva stretching from Tim’s bulbous head to her bottom lip. She looked up at him with eyes glistening with pure joy.

“It’s perfect,” she replied, her hand gently stroking the now slick shaft as she slid her face along its smooth veiny exterior to suck his balls into her mouth. She was like a Hoover, working one and then the other.

“I hope you have a nice big present for me,” she teased from her knees. “Are you going to feed it to me?”

Okay, who the hell was this woman?

“Mom,” I hissed. “You’re cheating on dad!”

Mum chuckled as she rested Tim’s meaty member on her face. It stretched all the way from her chin, to her forehead.

“Mmmm,” she groaned as she worshipped it. “I can’t help it Nina, a woman has needs.”

What was I supposed to say to that? That was the reason I had seduced Tim in the first place. I needed something larger, more vigourous in my life. Apparently so did my mother.

So I tried to appeal to him instead.

“Tim, that’s my mother,” I whispered, “your wife’s mother. What would Dava think?”

“I know,” Tim replied looking over his shoulder as he grabbed the back of my mum’s head with both hands. “Dava’s going to be so upset that she missed this.”

Holding my mom’s head in both hands, Tim used her willing mouth like a toy. He took long deep strokes thrusting in and out until trails of saliva and semen ran down her face and onto her dress.

The whole time he was simply enjoying the view. My mother was on her knees for him, her complete submission only serving to fuel his conquest.

“Your father wouldn’t have lasted half this long,” my mother replied as she came up for air.

Tim laughed. “Oh, I’m not done yet.”

He lifted my mother by the hand, until she was back on her feet. Without restraint he pulled her in for a deep kiss. Their tongues dueled as he pulled down her dress with one hand, exposing her bra. Then with a firm hand he pulled the strap off her shoulder and my mother’s large mature breast fell out into his waiting hand.

I was forced to watch my mother make out with my twin’s husband while he felt up her tit. It was wrong, but kind of hot.

She melted under his attention, becoming willing putty in his hands as he stripped her dress down to her waist. It was the first time I’d ever seen my mother topless. Her large breasts heaving as he played with them.

If I’m being honest, I was a little jealous of her natural endowment. She wasn’t nearly as perky as Dava and I, but her areola were massive, and Tim seemed utterly fixated with them as he dragged his fingers across the smooth but sensitive skin.

Then without warning he spun her around, pushed down on her shoulders and bent her over the sink. Before I could protest, he’d hiked up her skirt, roughly pulled her panties down to her thighs and jammed that meaty weapon deep inside her.

“Oh, yes,” my mother growled, bracing herself against the sink.

I was so horny. My mother had interrupted Tim giving me exactly what I needed. Now I was the one missing out. And judging my Tim’s enthusiasm he wasn’t leaving his conquest un-won. My mother was at his mercy, he knew only too well he could have me any time he pleased.

A knocking at the door caused us all to stop.

“Dava?” My father called. “Are you in there.”

I raced to the door. “Uh, yeah,” I muttered. “Just helping, Tim with something.”

Schlick. Schlick. Schlick.

Tim relentlessly used my mother’s pussy.

“Have you seen your mother?”

I turned as my mother lifted her head, her eyes begging me to not sell her out.

“You owe me for this,” I whispered.

Turning back to the door, I cleared my throat. “No, Dad. She must have gone for a walk while you wash up.”

“Oh,” he replied. “I best finish up before she returns then.”

When I turned back, my mother was sitting on the counter, facing Tim, her legs spread wide. Tim stood between them impaling my wanton mother on his massive member. She gripped his waist gleefully with her legs, drawing him in.

Tim mauled her ample chest as he gave her what could only be considered a proper fucking. It was strange watching another man make out with my mom as he used her like a slut.

My own arousal ran down my thigh, and I was sick of watching.

Moving over to the bench, I climbed onto it, right beside my mother.

“What are you doing?” She asked.

“If you’re going to steal my toy, he’s going to have to work a little harder,” I replied, dragging Tim’s hand off her breast and guiding it to my pussy. “I don’t need much, but I do need something.”

Tim slid two fingers inside me and a moan escaped my lips.

Much better.

“Who’s your daddy?” Tim asked, as my mother clung to his neck with both hands.

“Mmmm,” my mother groaned.

Tim thrust into her even harder, wearing down her resistance. “You are!”

Her submission seemed to trigger something within her. My mother’s mouth gaped open as Tim rolled her nipple between his fingers.

Her words melted into a thick guttural moan as my mother came hard.

“That’s it, Julie. Come for me like a good little slut.”

My mother opened her mouth to argue but barely managed a pant as her eyes dilated.

“My turn,” Tim grunted, his grin broadening as his thrusts grew more insistent and determined.

“Oh fuck,” my mother whispered.

He was coming inside her.

The thought of another man seeding my mother was wild. It brought on my own climax. I humped Tim’s hand relentlessly, wishing for more, but making do with his fingers.

My mother rested her hand on my thigh as I came.

“See baby,” she whispered. “It’s good to share.”

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