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[This is a series of shorter stories. Trying a little different approach to storytelling and hopefully still have some character development mingled with the sex. Feel free to let me know what you think.]
Ben lay in bed sleepily as he heard his sister's alarm go off. He played with his morning wood, mostly just rubbing it and occasionally stroking a little. Nothing like jerking off first thing in the morning while it was still dark. He knew it was 6:00 am because his sister always got up on weekdays at 6:00 am and headed for the shower before anyone else could get there. In fifteen minutes, his other sister's alarm would go off and the cycle would start again. His would not go off until 6:45. But it had been a lousy night. He had some weird dreams that involved his mother being in bed with him at times, other times it was one of his sisters. Just when he would get to the part in the dream where he was about to fuck them silly, he would wake up, cock in hand. Then he would go back to sleep and a new version of the dream would start from the beginning. Over and over all through the night, Ben would just reach the point of stuffing his cock in one of his family members only to wake up with an aching cock eager to erupt in something - anything - even his own hand if that was what he had to resort to.
Ben and his sisters were all in college. With no dad around, they were under the usual financial pressures, made worse by a lower than average income. He and his sisters worked as many part time jobs as they could to finance their education while their mother did all she could to pay for everything else - mortgage, food, gas, etc. The three siblings were taught to help each other in whatever way was needed from an early age. Ben was the youngest. Only two years younger than his oldest sister and 13 months younger than the next one.
His mother, Sara, was in her early 40's. She was a hard working, no nonsense kind of woman. She was tough in all the ways she needed to be, but tender and gentle in any way she could be. She was wise beyond her years, but also playful and fun loving when time permitted. As long as everyone was pulling together, she was forgiving and lenient. Cross the line and there was hell to pay.
His oldest sister, Beth, was the math nerd in the family. She was majoring in engineering, but she did not have the classic engineer personality. She came across more like the prototypical sorority chick - flirty, party ready and always up for a good time. But she had her mother's work ethic. Ben's other sister, Mindy, was more like the philosophy major type. She was quiet, reserved, sweet beyond description. But she could also be deceptively clever and prone to practical jokes. She knew exactly what to say or do to prop someone up when they were down. She would stay up all night with a friend and help them study or let them cry on her shoulder. And she was fiercely loyal to her family. They all were.
And Ben, well, he wanted to be a football coach. He lacked the size and speed to take playing beyond the high school level, but he was a good sized young man and stayed in excellent physical condition. He worked out daily, but didn't let it get in the way of his studies or his jobs.
Every night since they were too little to remember, Sara would come into each bedroom and kiss them good night whether they were going to bed like when they were little or even if they were going to be up half the night studying like they did now. When she was going to bed, she would tell them good night and give them each a kiss. Ben felt like the forehead kisses from his mother at night lingered a little longer with each passing year. He never mentioned it to his sisters because he thought it was all in his head.
So there he lay, in the dark, telling time by the alarms, the shower turning on and off and on again. He knew exactly how long he had to jerk off before he would be expected to be in and out of the shower and maintain the family schedule. He threw the covers down and decided it was time to get serious about cumming before his feet hit the floor and started stroking.
He closed his eyes as he began to pleasure himself. He was a couple minutes into his journey to orgasmic bliss when he heard his bedroom door close and the lock on the knob click. He quickly pulled up the covers.
"This is no time be shy, Ben." It was his mother whispering as she sat on the edge of his bed.
"Son, you had a terrible night! I heard you groaning and moaning and tossing in your bed most of the night. I got up to check on you and you had the covers down and periodically you were playing with yourself. I spent the last half of the night sleeping in your chair over in the corner in case you were getting sick and needed some help. What I have discovered is that you need a different kind of help. Why don't you relax and let me help you with that this morning. We'll keep it just between us, okay?"
She said all this as she pulled back the covers and ran her hands over his thighs on their journey to his cock. Ben said nothing. All he could see was a shadowy silhouette and he could only hear her soft whisper of promises of something special before he started his day.
"You work hard, young man. I take that for granted sometimes and forget you are at the age where you need more than work and school to keep you content. Consider this my way of showing you my appreciation for being such a fine young man and working to help the family as much as you do."
With that, her hand finally reached his promised land and her fingers wrapped around his rigid cock and began to move up and down. She reached over with her free hand and turned on the lamp on his nightstand so they could both get a visual of what had before just been a tactile experience. Ben looked down at her hand stroking his cock and then up at the woman giving him the unexpected pleasure. Sara just stared down at his cock in her hand with a hint of a smile and pleasure of her own.
His mother took longer than Ben expected. This wasn't just a quick, jerk and get it over with so mom can get on with her day masturbation session. She was taking the time for both of them to enjoy it. She alternated between stroking and just rubbing her fingertips up and down his shaft gently as if to memorized the different sensations on her fingers as much as giving him a variety of sensations on his swollen cock. Ben just studied his mother's face as it focused, then relaxed, smiled, went serious occasionally and then got intense as she earnestly began to push him toward cumming. She shifted positions so that she was lying beside him in her nightgown, stroking a little faster now, but still watching his cock as she stroked the skin up and down in her hand. Ben could feel her bare breasts pressing against him under her nightgown. He wondered if that was intentional or just a natural outcome of lying next to him in the intimacy of the moment. He fought the urge to reach over and squeeze them. He was pretty sure she would not mind, but did not want to risk the moment by crossing the line.
Sara's hand was moving rapidly now and Ben was starting to squirm a little and unintended moans were escaping his mouth. He was close to cumming and he was already sure this was going to be the best part of his day. He didn't want it to end, but he knew it had to. Maybe there would be more times like this in his future? He hoped so. Ben crossed the point of no return and let out a low growl as his cum boiled up and out the end of his cock, spurting long, thick ropes up to his chest. One, two, three shots made it to his breastbone followed by shorter shots that ran out and over his mother's thumb and fingers. His mother smiled with satisfaction, wiped the cum from her hand on his abdomen and stood up to leave the room.
"Actually, you had better be the one to leave the room first and make sure your sisters are in the kitchen where they should be at this time. I'll sneak back to my room and wait for you to finish in the shower." Ben got up, grabbed some tissue to clean himself off, put on some shorts and open his door. He signaled that the coast was clear and headed for the shower.
He made quick work of his shower, since he was running a little behind schedule. He entered the kitchen just as his sisters were heading for the door on their way to classes. As was their custom, they all hugged each other and wished each other a good day with the usual plans of seeing each other later in the evening. Sara entered the kitchen and joined her k**s. As Ben was getting ready to leave, his mother gave him another kiss and hug.
"Thank you mom. That was an unexpected pleasure this morning. Sorry I kept you up half the night."
"You are more than welcome, son. And don't worry about last night. We'll try to make sure you don't have any more nights like that one again anytime soon."
Ben lay in bed sleepily as he heard his sister's alarm go off. He played with his morning wood, mostly just rubbing it and occasionally stroking a little. Nothing like jerking off first thing in the morning while it was still dark. He knew it was 6:00 am because his sister always got up on weekdays at 6:00 am and headed for the shower before anyone else could get there. In fifteen minutes, his other sister's alarm would go off and the cycle would start again. His would not go off until 6:45. But it had been a lousy night. He had some weird dreams that involved his mother being in bed with him at times, other times it was one of his sisters. Just when he would get to the part in the dream where he was about to fuck them silly, he would wake up, cock in hand. Then he would go back to sleep and a new version of the dream would start from the beginning. Over and over all through the night, Ben would just reach the point of stuffing his cock in one of his family members only to wake up with an aching cock eager to erupt in something - anything - even his own hand if that was what he had to resort to.
Ben and his sisters were all in college. With no dad around, they were under the usual financial pressures, made worse by a lower than average income. He and his sisters worked as many part time jobs as they could to finance their education while their mother did all she could to pay for everything else - mortgage, food, gas, etc. The three siblings were taught to help each other in whatever way was needed from an early age. Ben was the youngest. Only two years younger than his oldest sister and 13 months younger than the next one.
His mother, Sara, was in her early 40's. She was a hard working, no nonsense kind of woman. She was tough in all the ways she needed to be, but tender and gentle in any way she could be. She was wise beyond her years, but also playful and fun loving when time permitted. As long as everyone was pulling together, she was forgiving and lenient. Cross the line and there was hell to pay.
His oldest sister, Beth, was the math nerd in the family. She was majoring in engineering, but she did not have the classic engineer personality. She came across more like the prototypical sorority chick - flirty, party ready and always up for a good time. But she had her mother's work ethic. Ben's other sister, Mindy, was more like the philosophy major type. She was quiet, reserved, sweet beyond description. But she could also be deceptively clever and prone to practical jokes. She knew exactly what to say or do to prop someone up when they were down. She would stay up all night with a friend and help them study or let them cry on her shoulder. And she was fiercely loyal to her family. They all were.
And Ben, well, he wanted to be a football coach. He lacked the size and speed to take playing beyond the high school level, but he was a good sized young man and stayed in excellent physical condition. He worked out daily, but didn't let it get in the way of his studies or his jobs.
Every night since they were too little to remember, Sara would come into each bedroom and kiss them good night whether they were going to bed like when they were little or even if they were going to be up half the night studying like they did now. When she was going to bed, she would tell them good night and give them each a kiss. Ben felt like the forehead kisses from his mother at night lingered a little longer with each passing year. He never mentioned it to his sisters because he thought it was all in his head.
So there he lay, in the dark, telling time by the alarms, the shower turning on and off and on again. He knew exactly how long he had to jerk off before he would be expected to be in and out of the shower and maintain the family schedule. He threw the covers down and decided it was time to get serious about cumming before his feet hit the floor and started stroking.
He closed his eyes as he began to pleasure himself. He was a couple minutes into his journey to orgasmic bliss when he heard his bedroom door close and the lock on the knob click. He quickly pulled up the covers.
"This is no time be shy, Ben." It was his mother whispering as she sat on the edge of his bed.
"Son, you had a terrible night! I heard you groaning and moaning and tossing in your bed most of the night. I got up to check on you and you had the covers down and periodically you were playing with yourself. I spent the last half of the night sleeping in your chair over in the corner in case you were getting sick and needed some help. What I have discovered is that you need a different kind of help. Why don't you relax and let me help you with that this morning. We'll keep it just between us, okay?"
She said all this as she pulled back the covers and ran her hands over his thighs on their journey to his cock. Ben said nothing. All he could see was a shadowy silhouette and he could only hear her soft whisper of promises of something special before he started his day.
"You work hard, young man. I take that for granted sometimes and forget you are at the age where you need more than work and school to keep you content. Consider this my way of showing you my appreciation for being such a fine young man and working to help the family as much as you do."
With that, her hand finally reached his promised land and her fingers wrapped around his rigid cock and began to move up and down. She reached over with her free hand and turned on the lamp on his nightstand so they could both get a visual of what had before just been a tactile experience. Ben looked down at her hand stroking his cock and then up at the woman giving him the unexpected pleasure. Sara just stared down at his cock in her hand with a hint of a smile and pleasure of her own.
His mother took longer than Ben expected. This wasn't just a quick, jerk and get it over with so mom can get on with her day masturbation session. She was taking the time for both of them to enjoy it. She alternated between stroking and just rubbing her fingertips up and down his shaft gently as if to memorized the different sensations on her fingers as much as giving him a variety of sensations on his swollen cock. Ben just studied his mother's face as it focused, then relaxed, smiled, went serious occasionally and then got intense as she earnestly began to push him toward cumming. She shifted positions so that she was lying beside him in her nightgown, stroking a little faster now, but still watching his cock as she stroked the skin up and down in her hand. Ben could feel her bare breasts pressing against him under her nightgown. He wondered if that was intentional or just a natural outcome of lying next to him in the intimacy of the moment. He fought the urge to reach over and squeeze them. He was pretty sure she would not mind, but did not want to risk the moment by crossing the line.
Sara's hand was moving rapidly now and Ben was starting to squirm a little and unintended moans were escaping his mouth. He was close to cumming and he was already sure this was going to be the best part of his day. He didn't want it to end, but he knew it had to. Maybe there would be more times like this in his future? He hoped so. Ben crossed the point of no return and let out a low growl as his cum boiled up and out the end of his cock, spurting long, thick ropes up to his chest. One, two, three shots made it to his breastbone followed by shorter shots that ran out and over his mother's thumb and fingers. His mother smiled with satisfaction, wiped the cum from her hand on his abdomen and stood up to leave the room.
"Actually, you had better be the one to leave the room first and make sure your sisters are in the kitchen where they should be at this time. I'll sneak back to my room and wait for you to finish in the shower." Ben got up, grabbed some tissue to clean himself off, put on some shorts and open his door. He signaled that the coast was clear and headed for the shower.
He made quick work of his shower, since he was running a little behind schedule. He entered the kitchen just as his sisters were heading for the door on their way to classes. As was their custom, they all hugged each other and wished each other a good day with the usual plans of seeing each other later in the evening. Sara entered the kitchen and joined her k**s. As Ben was getting ready to leave, his mother gave him another kiss and hug.
"Thank you mom. That was an unexpected pleasure this morning. Sorry I kept you up half the night."
"You are more than welcome, son. And don't worry about last night. We'll try to make sure you don't have any more nights like that one again anytime soon."
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