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The next morning, I was determined to put an end to what had happened. I showered, got dressed in my usual waitress atire, put on my nametag, and then went to wake up Dillon. I stormed right into his room, shaking him angrily.

"Up! Wake up!"

"Huh? Oh, hey, Mom. Time for a quickie?"

I scowled. "Take a shower and then come have breakfast. We need to talk."

"Uh-oh. Grounded again?"

"You wish."

I stormed off and went into the kitchen, making a couple of fried eggs and throwing them on a plate with some toast, spreading some margarine for flavor. Dillon came into the kitchen a moment later, fresh from the shower, his hair wet, body glistening, a towel around his waist. He probably thought something was going to happen; well, he had another think coming.

"Sit," I ordered.

He sat. "So, you're pissed?"

"I am more than pissed, young man."

He picked up his toast and eggs and made sandwich, taking a bite. I remained standing, crossing my arms over my chest, putting on my motherly glare.

"So, let's hear it?" Dillon said.

"You crossed the line last night," I said.

He rolled his eyes. "You liked it."

"Fuck you, Dillon. Just shut up."

"Damn," he said, looking up at me. "Where's the swear jar?"

"You listen, and you listen well," I said. "You're going to graduate high school in three months, so this is your 90-day notice. I want you out of this apartment the day school is over. Do you understand me?"

He was dumbfounded. "Are you serious?"

"You bet your ass I am."

"But I'm your son."

"You stopped being my son the moment you fucked me."

"What the hell does that mean?" he demanded, standing up.

I took a step back. "Don't you dare touch me. Don't think I won't call the police on you."

"Mom, you wanted it," he said. "Look, I get that you feel guilty, but there's no reason to. You're still my mom, and I still love you. If you like it and I like it, why can't we have sex?"

"Because it's wrong, Dillon!"

He took a step closer, but I quickly grabbed the butter knife sticking out of the margarine container, holding it up in warning.

"Jesus, Mom!"

"You hold it right there!"

"Mom, relax. No one has to know. Let's just fool around. It doesn't change anything between us. Look, seriously..." He took a step back, holding up his hands. "I know I don't obey your rules. I don't clean my room. I don't take out the trash. I don't follow curfew. But I'll try harder. I'll be a better son. I will. You're the boss. Let's just, you know, have sex once in a while."

I put the butter knife down. "Dillon, I don't want it. I'm serious, 90 days. And maybe after you move out, if you are an exemplary young man, I might consider you my son again, but I can't forgive you for what you've done. Now, I'm going to work."

I moved past him, but then he grabbed my wrist, stopping me. "Wait."

"Dillon, let me go."

"Let me just say something," he said. "90 days? Okay, fair enough. You're right. You should kick me out."

I nodded, trying to pull my wrist away, but he tightened his grip. A smirk started to spread across his face.

"So I guess that means I've got 90 days to enjoy your pussy."

"No, Dillon," I said.

"Yeah, cause I think you want it just as much as I do, you just don't want to admit it."

He pulled me closer, and I started to struggle.

"Dillon, stop! I'll call the police! Stop it!"

He turned me around, laughing at my attempts to break free of his tight grip. Then he bent me over the kitchen table, shoving my face in the scraps of his egg sandwich, twisting my arm behind my back, keeping me from struggling.

"Oh, god, no, not again!" I cried. "Please, Dillon, don't! I'll call the police!"

"Will you?" he said, his hand rubbing up and down across my ass. I turned my neck to see him out of the corner of my eye. He opened his towel, letting his long cock flop out into the open. It was already growing bigger and bigger, and then he rubbed it up against my ass. "Yeah, I bet you will."

"I will," I whimpered as he started to lift my skirt.

"They'll arrest me for ****. I'll lose my college scholarship. I'll go to prison. I'll never have a career. You'll ruin my life. Yeah, I bet you'll call them right up."

I closed my eyes as he started to rub his hand over my panties. "Dillon, please. I'm your mother. You can't just fuck me whenever you want."

"That's exactly what I'm going to do. I'm going to make you my sexy, slutty mother. I'm going to fuck you as much as I want."

His palm pressed into my sore pussy lips, digging between them, making me groan and squirm, trying to shake his relentless fingers from me.

"Please don't," I said. "Dillon, I can't do it. My pussy is so sore. I woke up this morning, and I'm just raw. Please, baby, if you love me, don't keep fucking me like this. I can't keep up with you. Please."

He grabbed the waistband of my panties and peeled them down my thighs, leaving them around my knees. Then he kicked my feet apart, spreading my legs open, exposing my hot pussy to the cool air.

"Fuck, you are raw, aren't you?" he said, his fingers massaging my pussy lips.

"Yes," I whispered. "Please not again. I'll...I'll suck your cock. I won't bite. I'll be good. Just don't fuck me again."

I felt his cock head rubbing across my red pussy lips. I whimpered. He didn't care.

"God damn you, Dillon. You're really just going to fuck me as much as you want, aren't you?"

"Yeah," he said huskily, rubbing my slit with his cock head.

"Is that all I am to you now, a hole for you to shove your cock into?"

"For the next 90 days, yeah."

He started to push into my pussy and I cringed. I was dry and raw and not at all ready for a big cock at 8:00 in the morning.

"Ow, ow, ow! Wait, Dillon, I'm not ready! Please, ow, god, my pussy."

He pulled back. "Shit."

I took a breath. "Let me up, please. I wanna suck your cock. I do. I won't fight. Please, just not my pussy. It hurts so much."

He reached over me, still holding me down, and stuck his fingers into the margarine, taking a handful.

"Oh, god," I whispered.

I felt him smear the cold margarine across my pussy lips. I pinched my eyes shut for what was coming next. His thick cock pressed against my slit, and then he slid into me with ease, well lubricated with imitation butter spread. I moaned, breathing out. Dillon released my arm and grabbed hold of my hips, keeping me in place as he filled my pussy with his fat cock. He knew I wasn't going anywhere.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" he taunted. "Come on, you can say it. I know you like it."

"Yes," I said with an exhale, and I did like it. My pussy burned from all the abuse of his monster cock, but god, I still loved to be filled up. He was going nice and slow, letting my sore pussy adjust to his size. "Fuck."

"See?" he said, rubbing my back as his cock slowly slid out of me. "I can be gentle."

"So wrong," I whispered, exhaling as he slid his cock back in.

"Why's it wrong?" he asked.

"Cause. Just because."

"Right," he said, withdrawing and sliding back in. He flexed his cock inside, making my eyes flutter.

"God, I hate that it feels good," I said. "You're a terrible son for doing this to me."

"For making you like it?" he asked.

"Yes," I whispered. I spread my legs a little wider, my panties tight around my knees. "Just fuck me and leave me alone."

"You want me to fuck you?" he asked, thrusting into me a little harder.

I gulped. "No, but if you're going to fuck me, just do it hard."

"Do you want me to fuck you harder?" he asked, going deliberately slow. I did want him to fuck me harder, despite my aching pussy. I wanted to be fucked hard and deep.

"No," I lied. "I just want to get it over with."

"Get what over with?" he said. "I'm just getting started. When you get home from work, as soon as you walk through that door, I'm going to bend you over the sofa and fuck you again. And then you're going to make dinner. And as soon we're done eating, I'm going to fuck you on the floor. And once you're settled into bed, I'm going to come in and fuck you twice. I might even sleep in your bed."

"God..."

"And tomorrow morning..." he said, suddenly giving me a hard thrust that shoved me forward against the table. My arms flailed, knocking over the orange juice. I didn't even care. I just wanted him to do it again. "...tomorrow, I think I'll wake up early, jump in the shower with you and have you wash my cock before I fuck you in there."

He was moving faster, sawing that giant cock in and out of my slippery pussy. I was well oiled now, either from my wetness or from all the margarine, but whatever it was, his cock was pistoning in and out of me so fast the whole house was shaking... or maybe that was just the table. It was too hard to tell. I was delirious with pleasure. I couldn't even feel the soreness in my pussy anymore. I just wanted him to keep fucking me, and I was glad he was threatening to do it more. I felt like I had found a loophole, all the sex I could ever want, while none of the moral shame, because I was telling him I didn't want it.

"Fuck, you're going to make me cum," I whispered.

"I know I am," he said. "Yeah, you keep telling me how much you hate it, and you keep cumming. Fuck, you don't know what you want, do you?"

I bit my bottom lip and then screamed as an orgasm came over me. My feet were off the floor as he pounded into me, my panties ripping as I tried to spread my legs open wider and just take in as much of his cock as I could. I was thrashing from the intense pleasure, screaming and crying out for him to stop.

"Stop, oh, god! It's sensitive! Please, Dillon! Please, baby, give Mommy a little break."

He slowed his thrusts. I was panting to keep myself together. I lay there on the table, growing numb as his pace started to pick up again. I knew he was getting closer. God, more cum in me. What was I going to do if I got pregnant?

"Fuck," he mumbled. "I was going to try to pull out, but I don't think I can. Shit."

His cock burst like a dam, filling me with semen, just like last night, and I could do nothing to stop it. My pussy was drooling sperm as he kept thrusting. Why did it have to feel so good? I lay there on the table, well fucked as his cock slipped out of me. I didn't think I even had the energy to stand. I felt paralyzed from the pleasure.

"Oh, shit," Dillon said. "I'm going to miss my bus."

I heard him run down the hall only to appear a moment later, dressed, saying, "Bye, Mom," and vanishing. Once the door closed, I tried to pick myself up. I rolled over, my legs dangling off the table. Cum was everywhere, my thighs, my ass, my skirt. I stepped down, wobbly, and pulled up my panties, sealing the dripping pool of cum into my pussy. I tried to straighten my skirt out, but what was the point?

I drove to work feeling disheartened. I could pretty much count on getting more sex than I knew what to do with from now, at least for the next 90 days, if I really had the courage to kick my son out. My pussy was already feeling sore again from the hard fucking my son had given me.

"Late again!" my boss yelled.

I didn't even acknowledge him. I just went to work, taking orders, nodding at my sister when she asked me if everything was okay. I didn't want her to know what had happened, that I was now my son's sex doll, that he was fucking me on a whim, that my pussy was getting used and abused at will.

Around lunchtime, I picked up something from the kitchen and climbed into my car, sitting back in the seat, spreading my legs open and putting a cold soda can against my sore pussy, sighing. I couldn't eat. All my muscles were tired from sex and my stomach was in knots over all that had happened.

The passenger door suddenly opened and Jenny climbed in. "Hey."

"Hey," I said, sitting up. "What are you doing here? You're covering my lunch."

She shrugged. "I made the new girls cover both of us. How are you?"

"Fine."

"Yeah, right," Jenny said. "Come on, tell your little sister what's going on. I know something happened. It was Dillon again, wasn't it?"

"I don't want to talk about it," I said, taking the soda out from between my legs, cracking the lid and sipping. "It won't be a problem anymore."

"He fucked you, didn't he?" Jenny said.

"Huh?" I said, looking at her, gulping. "God, no, don't be disgusting. That's my son."

"Katie, you had a soda against your pussy."

"No, I didn't."

"You've got cum stains on the inside of your skirt and you smell like sex. Hell, even your messy hair says you've been fucked."

I looked down and put my face in my hands. "He fucked me three times."

"Three? Shit, it's only been 24 hours since we talked."

I looked up at her. "Jenny, it's serious. He just...took me last night, twice in a row. My pussy is so chaffed, and then this morning before work, he just bent me over the table and fucked the hell out of me."

"Wow," she said. "I'm jealous."

"That's my son, Jenny," I said sadly. "I didn't want him to do it. He ****d me."

"Did you like it?"

"Of course I liked it, but I didn't want it."

"Well, if you liked it, it's not ****."

"That's not how the law works. And it's worse than that. He told me he's going to start fucking me whenever he wants, like, three or four times a day."

"Wow, I would love to get fucked three times a day."

"Jenny! Please, I need a sister, not a perverted friend."

"Okay, sorry, but this is what you kept saying you wanted. You wanted a man. You found one."

"My son isn't the man I wanted. It's sick. I mean, isn't it?"

"Well, I don't have a son, so I don't know, but I guess it's abnormal. You definitely can't tell anyone."

"I know, but aren't you grossed out?"

"Me? Um, hello? I've eaten your pussy and I'm your sister."

"That's not the same. We grew up together. We were just playing around. What he's doing to me is serious, permanent. He came in me, for god's sake. I'm probably pregnant."

"Oh."

"Yeah, see?"

"Here, hold on," she said, opening her handbag, pulling out a couple of pills. She handed them to me. "Take two. Same as Plan B."

"Birth control? I didn't know you were on that."

"I'm always ready to go, and it sounds like you should be too."

"I don't want to be though. I need help. I have to stop him. Here, look."

I spread my legs open, hitched up my skirt, and pulled my panties aside, showing my pussy lips. They were red and inflamed, still slick from the cum and margarine.

"Shit. He really fucked you, didn't he? That's just from three times?"

"It's his cock, Jenny. I told you, he's huge. He's fucking the stuffing out of me."

"Let me feel."

Jenny reached for my pussy, touching it. She slipped a couple fingers inside.

"Jenny..."

She pulled them back and suddenly stuck them in her mouth, sucking. "Mmm, is that margarine?"

"That's my son's cum! ...With margarine, yes. I was dry this morning."

She laughed. "I've never been buttered before I was spread."

I pushed my skirt back down. "What do I do? I can't keep up with him. I'm telling you, I need help. It's not right having sex with him, and my pussy can't take it."

"Okay, tell you what," Jenny said. "If he's forcing you, I'll stay over for the night, protect you from the big, bad cock."

"Really?" I said hopefully. "You wouldn't mind?"

"Nah, it'll be fun."

"Okay, but be careful around Dillon. He might fuck you next."

"Oh, I can handle him."

I was a little nervous when I came home. Jenny was following me in her car. But I wanted to go upstairs first and tell Dillon she would be staying the night. I was hoping to trick my sister into staying for the rest of the week, just until Dillon's craving for my pussy calmed down.

"Dillon?" I said, knocking on his bedroom door. I opened it and stepped in.

"Hey, Mom," he said, looking up from his TV. "I was waiting for you."

He stood up and came toward me, wearing that smirk of his that told me he was ready to fuck me whether I wanted it or not.

"Hold on there," I said, swallowing nervously. "Jenny's here."

"Aunt Jenny?" he said, stopping in place.

"Yes. She's staying the night...in my room."

He folded his arms. "So that's how it is?"

"Don't try anything in front of her," I said sternly. "She doesn't know, and I don't want her to."

He laughed. "Okay, Mom. I'll be good, but when she goes home, I'm coming for your pussy."

I glared. "Dillon, I am not a sex slave. Don't treat me like one."

I stormed off, opening my apartment door, looking down the hall for Jenny. She arrived moments later, thankfully. Dillon was over my shoulder as she stepped in.

"Hi, Dillon."

"Hey, Aunt Jenny."

"How are you?" she asked.

"Good."

"How's school?"

"Great."

"Getting excited for college?"

"Sure."

"Well, you'll be the first in our family to actually do something with your life, so be proud of yourself."

"Hey," I said, "don't forget about me. I'm going to nursing school. I'm going to make a difference."

"Oh, sure you are."

Jenny and I set out to make dinner as Dillon stood around, talking to us. This was actually nice. For a few minutes, I actually forget that I was bent over this table this morning, getting my pussy reamed by my son. Of course, the tenderness between my legs was a constant reminder that this was a temporary ceasefire, that I would probably be back on this table by tomorrow, screaming while I got fucked like a whore. Maybe I could ask Jenny to move in.

Dinner passed with civility. I really thought having some interaction with someone other than me might set Dillon straight, let him know I had back up, that I was more than a wet hole.

Afterwards, we all settled down to watch some terrible family TV. I excused myself to pee and rub some Vagisil on my tender pussy. However, when I came back down the hall, I heard a conversation I did not like.

"I can't believe she told you about the vacuum," Dillon said.

"She tells me everything," Jenny said.

"Did she tell you anything else?

"There's more? Did you put your dick in the toaster too? Seek help, Dillon."

He laughed. "She really didn't say anything else?"

"She said your dick was big."

"Did she?"

"But she was probably exaggerating. Your mom has always been scared of sex. I'm sure all guys have big dicks to her."

"Do you want to see for yourself?"

"Gross, no thanks."

"What, are you scared of sex too?" Dillon said.

"Me? Never. I'm just worried you'll try to **** me like you did your mother."

"Ha! I knew she told you. I could tell the moment you came in."

"What kind of pervert has to fuck his own mother to get off? You should be ashamed of yourself."

"Don't believe everything she says. She loves it."

"Yeah, that's why she asked me stay here to protect her from you."

"And who's going to protect you from me?" he asked.

"Oh, little boy, you wouldn't know what to do with me."

"Please, you wouldn't know what to do with a cock in your cunt. I know you've been eating my mom's pussy for years."

"How the hell did you know about that?" Jenny demanded.

"I saw you two going at it when I was a k**. That's traumatizing to see on Christmas Eve when you're looking for Santa. You're just as bad as me, taking advantage of her."

"You're a pig, and you'd better not touch her again."

"You want me to stop?"

"Yeah, I do."

"Okay, ask me nicely."

"What do you mean?"

"Ask me nicely...after she goes to sleep."

I knew what that meant. I opened and closed the bathroom door for effect and then returned to the living room. They both acted like they hadn't spoke. I sat down and we watched the TV in silence. But I was worried now, for Jenny. Dillon might very well try to fuck her tonight. And worse, Jenny might let him. Maybe she thought she was trying to protect me, but I didn't want her to protect me by doing the very thing that had gotten me into this mess.

And moreover, I was jealous. I didn't want her fucking my son. He was my son! If anyone was going to fuck him, it was going to be me. Maybe I didn't want it, but I didn't want her to want it either. I didn't know what to do though. Should I say something? Should I ask her not to talk to him? Didn't she care that he was her nephew? Didn't he care that she was his aunt? It was like the world had gone crazy.

Not long after, Jenny and I headed off to bed. Dillon looked smug as he said goodnight. He knew what was coming, his aunt's pussy. But I couldn't protect her even if she wanted me to. Dillon would just fuck me instead, and my pussy was so sore. I was actually scared of his cock. It was like he wielded a weapon that couldn't be defeated. I blamed myself for making him into this monster.

Jenny and I changed into t-shirts and panties, climbing into bed together.

"Night, s*s," Jenny said, kissing my lips.

"Night..." I said.

"You okay?" she asked in the dark.

"Yeah, fine."

"Do you want me to lick your pussy?"

"No, it's still sore. Um, want me to lick yours?"

"Nah, you're tired. You can owe me one."

"Okay."

"Night night."

She settled in, yawning. I should probably have told her to stretch her jaw a little more for what was about to come. Instead, I stared at the ceiling. I had to say something, but what?

"Thanks for staying over. Dillon's being really well behaved."

"Mmm, yeah. I'll keep him in his place. You go to sleep."

"Are you going to stay over again?"

"Sure, if you want me to."

"Tomorrow night?"

She laughed. "Sure. Go to sleep, we've got work in the morning."

I couldn't sleep though. I knew she was going to go into Dillon's room and get fucked. But I was worried it wouldn't end there. She'd like it. So, yes, I'd get my way. Dillon wouldn't fuck me anymore, wouldn't need to. He'd have my sister, the prettier one, with the bigger tits and plumper ass. Maybe she knew it was coming, maybe she thought she was taking a bullet for me. But still, it made me angry, like she was taking my son away from me.

Jenny didn't even wait 15 minutes before she whispered, "Katie, you awake?"

I didn't answer. I guess she just couldn't wait to get in there and fuck my son, the slut. She climbed out of bed quietly, tiptoeing through the door. I was up after her a moment later, peeking into the hallway. She knocked gently on Dillon's door before it opened and she disappeared inside. I followed, coming up to the door. I pushed it open just enough to peek through the crack.

"I didn't think you'd come," Dillon said, standing there in his boxer shorts, a pronounced bulge that Jenny had to have seen. She was standing in front of him, her t-shirt reaching her thighs, just enough to cover her panties, but her large breasts were hugging her cotton shirt, the dark silhouette of her hard nipples easy to make out.

"I'm here for my sister," Jenny said. "What you're doing is making her hate herself. You've got to stop."

"I told you, she likes it."

"Maybe, but she doesn't want to like it."

"So ask me nicely."

"What does that mean, exactly?" Jenny asked, putting her hands on her hips. "I'm not having sex with you, so don't you dare even ask."

I was surprised. My sister didn't want to fuck him? What a relief. She really was here just for me. What a good sister! But now she was in Dillon's sights...

"I'll make you a bet," he began.

"I'm not making any bets with a snot-nosed k**."

"Are you sure? Because this bet will guarantee I'll never fuck my mom's tight, little pussy again, whether you win or lose."

Jenny hesitated to answer. "I'm listening."

"I'll leave my mom alone, if..."

Jenny waited.

"If you can deepthroat my cock," he said. "Mom can't deepthroat me, can't even get halfway. But if you can get my cock all the way down your throat, lips on my balls, I'll apologize to her and never touch her again."

Jenny looked nervous. Her eyes flashed to the bulge, probably wondering if he was as big as I had told her. I wanted to shout through the door, it was! Don't take the bet!

"And if I can't deepthroat you?"

"Then I stop fucking Mom and I start fucking you."

"Excuse me?"

"I'll give you three minutes. If you can get me down your throat, you win. If you can't, I'm going to fuck your pussy right now, and whenever I want from now on. Mom's going to kick me out, so I'll move into your place, and you can be my new fuck buddy."

Oh, god, I couldn't let Jenny go through with it. I knew she'd never be able to take his cock in her throat. This was all my fault. I put all my troubles on my little sister's shoulders. I was the older one. I was supposed to take the fall, not her, but still, I was scared to open the door and stop her.

"You know, I'm a pretty good cock sucker," Jenny said.

"Prove it. Lips to balls. Not that hard, right?"

"You little fucker. Let me see your cock first."

"Nope," he said, shaking his head. "Once I pull it out, the cock clock starts."

Jenny stared at his crotch for almost a full minute before she finally said, "Deal."

"Ha! You are going to fucking choke."

And then Dillon pushed his boxers down and his long cock was revealed. It wasn't even hard yet, but Jenny's eyes were popping out of her head. She surely knew now she was fucked. Dillon smirked as he took that long shaft in his hand and gave it a few strokes, letting it get harder in front of Jenny's eyes.

"Fuck," Jenny whispered. "Your mom wasn't joking. You're a horse."

"Come on, on your knees."

"Hold on. I don't know about this."

"Nuh uh. We had a deal. On your knees."

Jenny took a step back, but then Dillon grabbed her wrist, putting his other hand on her shoulder, pushing her down to her knees. She fell heavily in front of him, looking up as that cock loomed over her face.

"Come on," Dillon said, still stroking his long cock. It was hard as steel now. Seeing Jenny on her knees was obviously turning him on. God, what had I done to raise such a sex fiend? "Open up. You're down to two and a half minutes already."

Jenny licked her lips and her hands nervously reached up. Just like me, she couldn't fit her fingers all the way around his shaft. She looked so discouraged as she stroked. She didn't even know where to begin, but she gulped down her nerves and then slowly opened her jaw.

She fed his cockhead into her mouth one inch at a time, filling up every bit of space there was, her teeth and lips grinding across his shaft as she tried to fit it in deeper. I could tell when he hit the back of her throat because she immediately jerked and coughed, pulling it out of her mouth.

Dillon laughed at her. "You've been eating pussy too long. Shit, even Mom can do better than that."

"Fuck you," Jenny said, but there was no venom in her retort.

I knew she was already calculating what was going to happen once she failed. But she tried again, getting right back on the horse, so to speak. Her jaw opened wide and she wrapped her lips around that cock, pushing it into her mouth. Her neck straightened, and when her eyes pinched closed, she was taking him down her throat. Tears were spilling from the corners of her eyes as she let out a cough, but she wasn't going to lose the progress she had made.

"Fuck," Dillon said, moaning. He started caressing the back of her head. "Now, you're getting it, Aunt Jenny. Shit. You have a great body, you know?"

She didn't respond. She was trying her best to shove another inch down her throat, but I could see she was shaking, and then she suddenly ripped her mouth off his cock, gasping for air, coughing and gagging.

I watched her recover, feeling so responsible. My little sister was doing this for me, but I didn't even have the courage to open the door and tell my son to stop, to tell my sister to go home, that I'd let him keep fucking me sooner than put her through this. No, I just watched as Jenny wrapped her lips around that long cock and tried again.

"I can't wait to fuck you," Dillon said. "Mom has a great pussy, but you have a great ass. I think I'm going to fuck you in the ass first."

With that promise, my sister tried even harder to get Dillon's cock down her throat. She managed at least seven inches, which was farther than I had ever gotten. Dillon's cock was just so thick. There was no way to take it all the way without a lot of practice. I was terrified to think I was going to have to watch my little sister get fucked in the ass by my son. At least he'd never done that to me.

"Come on, you can do it," Dillon said, but he was smirking as my sister strangled herself on his massive cock. Her throat suddenly lurched and she pulled away, vomiting on the floor, coughing and gasping as she wiped her mouth.

"God."

"Oh, so close," Dillon taunted.

"I can...can do it," Jenny said.

"Sorry, time's up," Dillon said. He grabbed her under her arms, lifting her up like a doll. She was struggling as he pushed her to the bed.

"Wait! Let me try one more time! I almost had it!"

"You'll have plenty of chances to try again, but tonight, your asshole is mine."

"No, Dillon, wait! That's not fair!"

He shoved her onto the bed face first. She tried to get up, but Dillon was behind her, grabbing the back of her head, pressing her face into the mattress. With his other hand, he pushed her t-shirt up, revealing her panties.

"Please wait!" Jenny cried. "Dillon, I'm your aunt! You can't do this to me!"

"You sound like Mom," he said. "I'll try to be gentle with your ass."

"No, don't fuck my ass, please. I'll suck your cock some more."

"You sure will."

"Oh, god," Jenny whispered, gripping the bed sheets as Dillon grabbed the waistline of her panties and shoved them down her thighs. Her bald pussy and clean little asshole was right in front of him. "Please don't fuck me in the ass."

Dillon grabbed his long cock, poking it against her rear. "You want me to fuck your pussy?"

"Yes!" Jenny said. "Please, my pussy. Fuck my pussy, not my ass, please."

"Ever been fucked in the ass before?"

"Once, and it was hell, and he was half your size. Please, you'll kill me."

"Is this where you want it?" Dillon asked, poking his cockhead at her pussy lips. Jenny exhaled as he started to penetrate her. And then his cock disappeared inside her cunt.

"Yes..."

"Fuck, you're soaking wet. I knew you wanted it. You're a bigger slut than my mom is."

"I'll...I'll let you move in," Jenny said, breathing as Dillon's cock inched its way into her pussy. "I'll let you fuck my pussy as much as you want, just not my ass, not my ass."

"Fuck," Dillon mumbled. "You're not as tight as my mom, and she's given birth."

"I hope you're fucking k**ding because you're splitting my cunt open! God, fuck! Slower!"

Dillon grabbed her hips and rammed his cock deep into her pussy. Jenny screamed but Dillon wrapped a hand around her mouth.

"Shh," he said. "You'll wake Mom up."

"Fuck, you have a big cock," Jenny said, groaning as Dillon started pumping in and out of her pussy. "God, yes."

"Like it?"

"Yes! Fuck yes! God, fuck me!"

"Yeah, I knew it. Take it."

"Fuck, harder! Ohh!"

As for me, I was even more jealous. Just as I feared, Jenny liked it, and now my son was going to move in with her and start fucking her. I felt so left out, which was strange, because I hated what my son had done to me. But now that I saw him doing it to someone else, I wished it was me. I wished I was face down, ass up, with his cock in my pussy. I didn't care if my pussy was raw anymore. I just wanted him to keep fucking me, wanted to be able to say I didn't want it, wanted to stay guilt free. But most of all, I wanted sex, and now I had lost it. I felt so regretful...until he said what he did next.

"Are you ready to get fucked in the ass?"

Jenny looked back at him. "God, no, Dillon. Just keep fucking my cunt. It feels so good. You can have my pussy, just not my ass."

"Grab that lotion next to bed, put it on your asshole."

"No."

"Do it, or I'll force my way in with the juice from your pussy, but I don't think that's going to be enough. Your call."

"Oh, god," Jenny whimpered, grabbing the lotion bottle, squirting it into her hand. She reached back, smearing it along her ass crack, sticking a finger inside, trying to prime her hole. Dillon was just watching her, a smirk on his face as he slowly pumped his cock in and out of her pussy. I could see my sister was still dripping wet, based on how shiny Dillon's cock was. He could have gotten into her ass with just that, but I knew no matter what, she was going to be screaming soon. I'd never had a cock in my ass, but it scared the shit out of me.

"That's enough," Dillon said, slowly pulling his long cock out of Jenny's pussy.

"Please, Dillon, I'm not ready."

"You're ready," he said, rubbing his cock between her butt cheeks, poking and prodding at her slick asshole. "This is my first time doing anal, so bare with me."

"Your first time? Wait! You can't just shove your cock in my ass! You can seriously hurt me!"

"Looks easy enough on the internet. Don't move so much."

"Oh, fuck, oh, fuck," Jenny mumbled. She grabbed hold of the sheets on the bed, closing her eyes and cringing in anticipation. "God, please, go slow. I'm begging you."

"Uh huh."

And then Dillon put the head of his cock right up against her asshole and started to push forward. Her tight little hole didn't yield right away, but then it suddenly spread open and his cockhead disappeared in the tiny opening. Jenny screamed and kicked her legs.

"Shh!" Dillon hissed. "You'll wake up Mom!"

"Fuck, fuck! Please, take it out!"

"Fuck, this is tight," he mumbled, putting his hands on her hips and holding her in place as he drove his cock deeper into her ass.

Jenny was full on crying, tears running out of her eyes, begging him to stop, keeping her face in the mattress, trying to stay quiet. I couldn't believe it as I watched his cock disappear inside her ass. Where was she putting all of it? And then Dillon shoved forward and Jenny's entire body writhed.

"No more!" Jenny cried, trying to squirm and crawl away, but Dillon held onto her hips and yanked her back, impaling his cock deeper into her ass. Her pleas fell on deaf ears. He didn't care. And I knew from experience, he was nowhere near ready to cum. I didn't know if my sister could make it that long, especially when he started pounding her ass, throwing her whole body forward as she sniveled. "Please! Oh, god, stop!"

I had to help her. She was my little sister, and I had to protect her from my son's cock. He was my responsibility. I opened the door and came into the room. They didn't even notice me. Jenny was far beyond anything coherent and Dillon was lost to fucking her ass.

"Dillon, stop!" I said.

"Huh?" he said, slowing his thrusts.

Jenny whimpered and sniffled, turning her head to look at me. "Katie?"

I frowned at her. "Sorry, s*s."

"It's okay," she whispered.

I looked at Dillon. "Dillon, stop fucking her ass right this instant. You take your cock out of there."

"Mom, go back to bed. Aunt Jenny said I could. I'm not r****g her or anything. Right, Aunt Jenny?"

Jenny nodded so tiredly, I wasn't sure if she understood the question.

"See?" Dillon said. "And she said I can move into her apartment, so I'll be out of your hair. I won't touch you anymore. Aunt Jenny's going to take care of me."

I put my hands on my hips. "No. You're not moving out. You're staying right here."

"What?"

"You're my son and you're my responsibility. I'll take care of you and your cock. Now, take your penis out of your aunt's asshole."

I reached for the bottom of my t-shirt, lifting it up over my head, revealing my small breasts. Then I took my panties and pushed them down, letting them fall to my feet. Jenny lifted her head, looking almost angry, like she was getting her ass pounded for nothing if I intervened.

"Mom," Dillon said, "thanks, but I know you don't want it. Aunt Jenny does."

I came closer, crawling on the bed next to him. I reached up, running my hand through his hair. I pulled his neck down and kissed him. It felt so wrong, but I liked it, loved his lips on my lips. He grabbed my naked waist and pulled me closer as he hungrily kissed me, all while his cock was buried in my sister's behind.

"Take that out of her ass and put it in me," I said.

Dillon, for the first time in days, listened to his mother. He slid his cock out of his aunt's ass. She took a deep exhale as it popped out, as if she had been holding her breath since he started fucking her. She fell on her side, rolling over on her back in exhaustion, her legs falling open, her ass and thighs covered in white lotion, while her pussy looked red from its brief meeting with Dillon's fat cock.

I crawled on the bed between my sister's legs, straddling her waist, my pussy right up against her pussy, and gently kissed her lips.

"Are you okay, sweetie?"

She nodded tiredly. "He fucked the shit out of me."

"I know. I saw. I'm sorry I didn't stop him." And then I gasped, because Dillon had snuck up behind me and shoved his cock right into my pussy. It was easy for him to get in, because watching my sister get fucked had me soaking wet. "Ohhh."

"Fuck..." Dillon said.

"Mmm," Jenny said. "Feel good?"

"Yes," I said. "Dillon's a bad boy, but he has a great cock. Oh, fuck." Dillon's cock hit the back of my pussy, filling me up. I turned my head around. "Like that, baby?"

"Yeah," he said. "I love your pussy, Mom."

"I know you do."

"You're finally okay with this?"

I nodded. "I didn't like watching you fuck my sister without me."

Dillon chuckled, and then he started thrusting in and out of my pussy. It stung from how raw I was, but the pain was nothing compared to the pleasure. "God, I love it."

"You were jealous, weren't you?" Dillon said.

"Yes," I said with a breath. "Fuck, baby, fuck your mommy a little harder."

Dillon took the order with ease, grabbing my hips and slamming into my pussy. My sister stroked my hair and I begin kissing her. Our tongues swirled and we sucked on each others lips.

"Are you going to share him with me?" Jenny asked.

I grinned. "Are you k**ding? I think it's going to take both of us to keep his cock happy. You might have to move in."

"I could use a break on the rent," Jenny said. "Can I have a turn? My ass is so sore, my pussy needs some attention to take away the sting."

I turned back to Dillon. "Baby, fuck your aunt's pussy."

"Okay, Mom," he said, slipping his long cock out of my pussy, angling it down and sliding into my sister. She groaned and her eyes fluttered.

"Fuck, I like that."

"Sorry I fucked your ass so hard, Aunt Jenny," Dillon said.

"Mmm, it's okay baby, as long as you make it up to my pussy like this."

While my sister's pussy got pounded, I reached for the bottle of lotion on the bed, pumping a glob into my hand. I reached back, planting my face between Jenny's tits as I spread the lotion around my ass crack, dipping my fingers into my hole.

"What are you doing?" Dillon asked.

"Getting ready to get fucked in the ass," I said.

My sister stopped moaning long enough to look down at me. "Huh? Katie, don't. He'll kill you."

"We're going to have to get used to it. We've got to keep his cock happy." I turned around to Dillon. He was slowing his thrusts into my sister as he stared at my slippery asshole. "Baby, you're going to have go into my ass gently, and when I tell you to take it out, you've got to take it out and put it back into your aunt, okay?"

"Okay, Mom."

"And from now on," I said, giving him a stern motherly look, "when we say no, you have to stop. Our pussies, asses, and throats get sore. You've got to understand that. We have needs too."

"Okay," he said, nodding. "I'll do better. I just don't want you to tell me I can't ever do it again."

I glanced at Jenny. She was doing her best to pay attention to what I was saying while Dillon's cock was sliding in and out of her pussy, but she nodded at me anyway.

"Good," I said. "Now, put your cock in my ass. My pussy is too worn out for you tonight anyway."

Dillon took his cock out of my sister, making her groan in disappointment. He lined his crown up with my tight little hole. I wrapped my arms around my sister's waist and closed my eyes. Jenny stroked my hair and kissed the top of my head.

"I'm here, s*s. Just don't clench up. Try not to move. It'll hurt less once he's inside."

Her tips didn't help much. Once the head of his cock pushed against my asshole, I wanted to jump away, but my sister held me in her arms as I squirmed. And then I felt Dillon's thick cockhead punch through my tiny asshole. I cried out.

"Ow! Fuck! Ow, god!"

"Shh, shh," Jenny said. "You'll be okay."

"It's so big!" I whimpered.

"I know. It'll get easier."

"Ow, ow!" I screamed as Dillon fed a few inches into my ass. I wanted to tell him to stop, to pull his cock out and never do this to me again, but my sister had lasted several minutes, and I wanted to last just as long. I tightened my grip around her waist and held on for dear life as Dillon started to thrust in and out of my ass. Fortunately, he was going slow, something I was going to thank him for later, if I was still alive. "Fuck!"

"God, Mom," Dillon said. "Your ass is so fucking tight!"

"Oh, god! God, I don't think I can do this!" I screamed. "Fuck! Ow!"

"Dillon," Jenny said, "give your mom a break. Fuck my pussy for a few minutes."

I groaned in relief when Dillon slipped out of my ass. I felt Jenny's body move under me as Dillon thrust into her. He wasn't going slow with her. He started pounding her pussy, throwing her back and forth under me, her big tits jiggling as she got slammed.

"God, yes! Oh, fuck! I am definitely moving in with you two!"

I laughed tiredly, but even though my ass felt blown out, I wanted my son back in me. "Dillon, put your cock back in Mommy's ass."

Dillon was such a good boy; he listened and pulled his cock out of his aunt so fast she whined in complaint. And then he was pushing back into my ass, filling up my insides with cock meat. He wasn't gentle this time. He shoved himself in as deep as he could and I screamed, my nails shredding into my sister's back as I held onto her. I cried, and Jenny, sweet sister that she was, reached down to my ass, spreading my cheeks open, which encouraged Dillon to pound into my hole harder, throwing my whole body forward.

"God, fuck!" I cried. "Okay, stop! Jenny's turn! Jenny's turn!"

He yanked his cock out and Jenny's eyes rolled again as he plunged into her. She was moaning again as I lay on top of her, trying to recover, letting my son have his fun with his aunt's pussy, looking forward to tomorrow when it would be my turn. I was sure my sore pussy would be better by then.

"God, harder, Dillon!" Jenny cried. "Fuck, right there! You're going to make your aunt cum!"

"Fuck, yeah," Dillon said. "Shit, I'm going to cum. Can I cum in you, Aunt Jenny?"

"Mmm, you sure can, baby. Cum in your aunt."

I listened to my baby boy groan and my baby sister scream in pleasure as they came together. I was relieved, because it meant my asshole was off the hook...for now. When Dillon finished spraying sperm in his aunt, he fell down on the bed tiredly, his slimy cock flopping onto his belly. I climbed off my sister, who couldn't move anyway, and leaned down, looking at her red pussy.

Cum was leaking out of her, dripping down into her ass crack. I opened my mouth and let my tongue out, running it along her pussy lips, dipping into her hole, tasting sperm and juice, swallowing before looking for more. Jenny moaned and ran her fingers through my hair.

I crawled over to my son next, grabbing the shaft of that gorgeous cock. I opened my mouth and slipped my lips around it, tasting his cum, Jenny's cum, and my ass. I slurped on it until it was clean. When I looked up, Jenny and Dillon were both watching me, smiling and laughing. I climbed up, falling on Dillon's other side. My sister and I both snuggled into him.

"You're the best mom and aunt a guy could ask for," Dillon said.

"And you're a pretty good k** too," Jenny said.

"Mmm, Dillon, haven't I always told you how proud I am to be your mother?" I said, sitting up and looked down at him. "But you're still grounded for breaking my vacuum, young man!"