To fall in love with ones own sister is a terribly frustrating thing. The object of 
ones feelings is always close by and yet not reachable. This happened to me when I 
just had turned thirteen and my sister, Lena, was a year and a half older. We never 
had the so common sibling rows that happened between almost all other siblings in 
our neighborhood. Especially when one or the other reached puberty. Not so with Lena 
and me. Of course it seemed to distant us from one another but painful as that was 
it was tolerable. I had some involuntarily peeks on my sisters body but I never did 
anything to spy on her or sneak peeks on her.
Then suddenly it hit me. Puberty! Love!
I just didn't seem to get sex out of my mind. I didn't know how to get it from 
anybody other than myself. Me and my right hand. No pictures. No stories. This was 
long before the internet. Just me and my hand and my overheated brain. Lusty 
thoughts. Longing to see a woman's body. Her breasts! And, oh that unreachable most 
desirable thing, the pussy! No. Cunt! But where could I find it?
I spent my nights fantasizing about all the girls I knew. They weren't many. They 
had never before played any part of my life. Up till now it had been just my friends 
and the games we played. Football. Indian and cowboys before that. But not now. I 
would gladly have sacrificed all my friends for one naked girl. Or woman. Or 
anything with a pair of tits and a pussy. Well almost anything.
Suddenly one night it hit me. I had a woman near me. I even had two. My sister and 
my mother. Of these two my mother was the most desirable. She was a beauty. She was 
a divorcee. But she also was a grown up and to top that she was my mother. If I knew 
anything about mother's I could rule her out as a sex object willing to participate 
in my frolicking.
That left me with my sister. How was the prospects of getting her into bed with me? 
Not too good I guessed. She was a girl. A young girl. Girls don't even think about 
sex. I knew that they thought about boys. Everybody said so. That was all they ever 
thought of. Boys and babies. And horses and other animals. But I couldn't get myself 
to believe that they ever thought about sex.
Give a girl a puppy and she would forget anything else. Show her a baby and she 
wouldn't leave it for hours. Give a girl a flash of a cock and she would run away 
screaming murder!
Flash?
Flash!
Maybe...
No. It wouldn't work. Or would it?
I gave it a second thought. Maybe. Just maybe.
I started the next day. The plot must be one of the oldest and most used. I didn't 
close my door completely. I left it open by some centimeters. Just enough for my 
sister, my target, to be able to look in and see me. See me. Yes. That was something 
else. She wouldn't think anything if she just saw me. It had to be more. She had to 
see me naked. Yes. Of course. I shuddered just thinking about it. Mind you we 
weren't that strict in our family. I had on some occasions seen my sister or my 
mother in various stages of nakedness. Or dressed more or less. Never completely 
nude though and never for a longer period of time. And now to consciously expose 
myself to an uncertain outcome.
I started out slowly. Walking around in my room in nothing but my boxershorts. 
Extending my venture to the living-room while watching TV.
At first my mother looked a little curious at me but she didn't say anything. Nor 
did Lena.
Usually I would sit in the easy-chair witch faced the sofa, in which mom was 
sitting, in, close to, 30 degrees. That gave me a free view on mom and her of me if 
she slightly turned her head. This was nothing she used to do. When she was watching 
her favorite soap she was mesmerized.
Lena was most likely to lay on the floor just in front of mom. If she turned her 
head she would have an unobstructed view of me. If I did it carefully I would be 
able to flash her a glimpse of my cock. Mom to if she looked. That was the most 
dangerous part of my plan. I had to hope for the best.
The first few days nothing seemed to happen. Then mom started to shift her position 
in the sofa so that she sat facing me more.
Lena continued to face the TV.
Then something else happened. Mom started to wear her nightgown in the early 
evening. That was a complication I hadn't calculated with. That was a distraction 
which kept me straying from my goal. To get Lena interested enough to have sex with 
me. Or at least so interested that she would be willing to show me her pussy in 
exchange of a look at my cock. And maybe a mutual feel on our privates.
Mom started to wear thinner nighties as the days passed. Occasionally I would get a 
glimpse of her bra-clad breasts and most of the time I could look up her nightie and 
see her panties. She used to sit with her legs a little spread and her crotch was in 
plain view from where I sat.
This really got me straying from my goal and my nightly wanking sessions involved 
mom more than my sister. It wasn't a bad substitute. As I've said mom was a beauty. 
Not to tall, maybe 1 meter 60. Shoulder-long black hair and blue eyes. Her eyes was 
what really caught you when looking at her. They seemed so out of place, blue to 
that black hair. But beautiful and soft. She was slender with small tits and a 
curvous little ass. But as I already concluded, she was unreachable.
Until one night when I glanced over at mom. She wasn't wearing anything under her 
nightie. No panties at least. And I guessed no bra either.
For the first time since I started to expose myself I got a hard on. Up till now I 
had been more embarrassed than exited. I had to shift a little bit to prevent my 
cock from jumping out of my boxer-shorts. Out of the corner of my eyes I thought I 
could see I little smile on moms lips and she did it worse for me by letting her 
legs drift further apart. I had an unobstructed view up her nightie. I couldn't see 
anything clearly just some promising shadows and my imagination did the rest. I 
forgot to hide my sneaking eyes and looked openmouthed on my mother's crotch. She 
seemed unaware of what was going on and kept sitting with her legs rather far apart 
looking at the TV.
After a while I couldn't take more of this I had to excuse myself and hurry up to my 
room and masturbate. This time I didn't forget to close the door on purpose, I 
forgot it by accident. With my boxer-shorts around my knees and my cock in my hand I 
started a furious wanking-session. I did however hear somebody sneak up to my door. 
It hit me just than that I had forgotten to close it and now it was to late. If I 
went and closed it all my scaming would be for nothing and I would be forced to 
start it all over. Since I thought it was Lena peeking in on me I decided to give 
her a show. I began to stroke my stiff cock with long, hard strokes. Caressed the 
bulbous head and smearing the precum around it. I thought I could hear some rustling 
from clothes from the other side of the door but I didn't dare to look in that 
direction. After a while, when I was nearing my shooting-time, I forgot about the 
spectator and concentrated on the pleasure I was beginning to feel by the double 
attention my stiff cock got. My sister's eyes and my stroking hand.
I could clearly hear a gasping and a sharp intake of air when my cock exploded in my 
hand and the white-gray sperm shot out in a wide arc on my stomach. I closed my eyes. 
Never before had I experienced such an intensive orgasm. If the thought and 
knowledge of someone watching made this to increase the pleasure what would it be to 
have a participant?
From this day I was more aware of my mother's beauty and attractiveness and my focus 
did a slight shift from Lena to Mom. I still thought that Lena would be the one I 
could catch. Mom was to unreachable. But the scenario continued for a little more 
than a week until the fatal day.
My sister was to spend the night with a girlfriend. That left mom and me alone. I 
wasn't sure how I should act later that afternoon when we had eaten and it was time 
to watch some TV. The best was if I acted like usual. That is sit in my boxer-
shorts. Mom also appeared to behave as usual, maybe her nightie was a little more 
transparent than usual but that could be my imagination. Anyhow I thought I could 
see her nipples poking on the sheer material of her nightie. It wasn't long until 
mom's legs started to drift apart and again I could see her pantieless crotch. It 
was so damn frustrating not being able to see her pussy clearly. Just the shadows. 
It was enough though to give me the usual hard on and the urge to get some relief. 
Mom gave me a smile when I excused myself and went to my room to rub my cock.
I had just started to get into the fantasy when the door opened and mom came in.
"Mom!" I shouted. "Mom! This is my room!"
"Yes honey, I know. But I have to talk to you and I didn't want you to be on your 
guard when I did. I'm sorry if I embarrass you but you have yourself to blame. I 
know what your up to."
"What do you mean?"
"I know why you started to wear just your shorts in front of me and Lena. At first I 
thought you where playing up to me, and it flatteredme a bit, but soon I realized it 
was your sister that was your target. It was than that I understood I had to do 
something to stop you. No. Not stop you. Slow you down. I wouldn't have minded if 
you had intercourse."
"You wouldn't?" I gasped in surprise.
"Of course not. It's more or less inevitable given the..." she fell silent.
"What? Given what?"
"Later. I'll tell you later. Now we have some more urgent matters to take care of."
"Such as?"
"Your knowledge of girls. Have you ever been with a girl before?"
"Ah, well, no."
"I thought so. I know you haven't had any sexed in school yet so I take it that all 
you know about dating and girls is what you've learned from your more "experienced" 
friends. Am I right?"
"Well. Most of it. Some I have read somewhere."
"Yes I know something about that. That was how we, I mean I learned when I was 
young. It was so frustrating. Only making you insecure and shy when it came down to 
reality. That is what I want to talk to you about. I've noticed that you know how to 
masturbate," mom looked directly on my cock when she said that. "It's not a bad way 
of starting you know. That is how most people start. Learning about your own body. 
But it only gives you an idea to your own pleasures not the girls. A girl is 
quit different from a boy in many aspects when it comes to sex. A girl want to be 
dated, talked to, caressed, kissed and much more."
"Wow," I said bewildered. "What you mean to say is that I would have failed in 
my..."
"Oh no. I'm not sure about that. You succeeded with me didn't you. You caught my 
attention and I'm sure it only is a matter of time before Lena also get the idea. 
But before that I hope to teach you the elementary rules of lovemaking. Had you 
thought of protection for example?"
"Ah, well, no," I stammered.
"Do you know what this is?" asked mom and took out a package from the pocket in her 
dressinggown.
"Yes its a condom."
"Right. Do you know how to put one on?"
"Of course."
"Show me."
Suddenly I became aware of my nakedness. Here I lay in front of my mother with my 
boxer-shorts around my knees and my cock on display. It had drooped during our 
conversation and lay flat against my stomach.
"It doesn't look as if..."
"Oh. I'll help you get some action back in it."
Mom took my cock in her hand in a firm, yet tender, grip and slowly pulled on it and 
it didn't take much coaxing from mom to get it hard again.
"So. It's quite a sensitive penis you've got. It didn't take much to get its 
attention, did it," my mom giggled. "Now you can show me."
She tore the package open and handed me the ring. I took it and put it on the head 
of my cock and tried to pull it down. The tube on the top flagged filled with air.
"No. Let me show you. First you have to hold the tube between our thumb and 
forefinger to prevent any air to come into the condom. If it does there is a grave 
risk of it falling of while you fuck."
My heart skipped a beat or two when I hear mom say fuck, I had never before heard 
her say any four-letter words.
"Oh. Come on," she said. "It's not the first time you heard that word. I can even 
say cock, cunt, pussy, prick."
"Yes it just surprised me."
"It's much easier if you call things what they are commonly known as. Don't you 
agree?"
"Yes."
"So lets skip all pretense and be open with each others."
"OK."
During our little talk I had managed to get the condom on my prick.
"Good. Just one thing. The hair is bound to get caught in the condom when you take 
it of if you don't comb it away while rolling it down to the base of your cock. It's 
nothing dangerous but it can be a little uncomfortable. Let me show you."
Mom took a grip on the rubber and pulled and sure enough the hair got caught in the 
rubber-ring and hit hurt a bit. She carefully rolled it up a centimeter then combed 
the hair away and gave my cock a little caress.
"So, that should do it. This will prevent your fertile sperm to reach any girls womb 
and impregnate her. Mind you it isn't one hundred percent safe. There is always the 
risk of it breaking, but that a small risk. It never happened to me."
"Aren't you on the pill?"
"No. As you have noticed I haven't dated since your father left. There never seemed 
to be any opportunity, never enough time. And never any desire to meet a new man."
She looked silently at me for a while.
"Well, I think I better get on with it."
She stood up and got out of her dressing-gown and in one swift move drew her nightie 
over her head and stood naked in front of me.
"You said you had never seen a naked woman before, didn't you."
"Yes. Not totally nude."
"You've seen some part then?"
"Yes. Tits mostly."
"Oh. And who's might they have been?"
"Well. Yours. And Lena's."
"You spied on us?"
"No!" I said indignantly. "It has always been by chance, pure luck."
"Oh. Sorry. I didn't mean to... Never mind. Now you may look as much as you want. 
Don't be afraid to ask me anything."
I couldn't answer her. I just looked. Admired her slender body. Not yet fully aware 
of the fact that it was my mother who was standing nude in front of me. I looked at 
her small breasts with dark red nipples who pointed straight out from puckered 
aureoles. There was some sag to her tits, but due to the smallness of them it wasn't 
much.
I looked at her curved stomach witch sloped down and down to her mons and pussy 
witch was covered in a thick, black mat of hair. No wonder I hadn't been able to see 
more than a shadow when I was looking up her nightie. I hardly could see her pink 
pussy-lips now close up, they seemed to hide under all that hair.
"Well?" she asked after a while.
"Oh. Yes. You're beautiful. So beautiful."
"Thank you sweetie."
She bent forwards and kissed me on my lips.
"You may feel if you want to," she breathed.
"You sure?" I said with a thick voice.
"Mm.
My hand strived to reach one of her small tits as if it had a life of its own. I was 
just able to breath and my heart pounded. The tit was soft and the nipple hard. The 
contrast between the hard nipple protruding from the soft flesh was almost surreal. 
Hot. I put my hands on her hips and drew her to me. Let one hand glide down between 
her thighs. Felt the sparkling thick hair on her cunt. Glided deeper in between her 
legs. Felt the smooth flesh of her pussy-lips. A little damp. I drew a finger along 
them. They opened. Wet. It was wet inside. And a smell drifted out. Musky, almost 
like an animals. Arousing. Intoxicating. I wanted to smell it more so I drew her 
even closer to me. Her knees knocked against my bed and she fell forwards down on 
top of me. Instinctively my other hand grabbed one of her ass-cheeks. It was hard 
and shivered a little under my touch.
Mom buried her head between my neck and my shoulder. Moaned a little. Mumbled 
something.
I didn't hear. I didn't care. I was in heaven. And I was playing with an angel. The 
unreachable female in the house. My mother. Her hips began to move, meeting my 
stroking fingers. Penetrating fingers. In her pussy to the first knuckle. Out again. 
Upwards. I could feel a little lump on the top of her pussy. Got curious and 
fingered it.
"Oh," mom mewled. "Oh yes! Keep doing it. Oh yes! So good. It feels so good."
She put her hand down took a grip on my cock and pushed my hand away when she 
steered my cock into her pussy. She pushed down with her hips. Trapping my cock 
between her pussy-lips. Withdrew a bit and pushed forward again pushing my cock 
further into her. After four downstrokes it was buried all the way in her cunt. I 
could feel how her pussy squeezed and pulsated around it.
Mother moaned and squealed while working her hips up and down. I soon got the hang 
of the technique and met her down-stokes with a push up and this made my cock go 
deeper into mom's cunt and made her almost cry out of joy.
"Yes. All the way. Give it to me all the way. Feel my pussy open up for you!"
I didn't know what she meant by open up but it sounded good and hot and sexy and it 
made me pound my cock harder into her.
"Yes. Give it to me. Give me all you've got!" mother screamed.
My hands roamed freely over her naked back. Found her tight cheeks, fondled them, 
kept my hands on her firm ass and felt how it quivered when she pressed herself down 
as far as she could on my cock. Ground her pussy against the bone just above my 
cock. Moaned when she made contact. Mewled when I angled my hips to catch her pelvis 
in the bend of my pubic bone.
"Oh yes! Like that! Yes!" she almost screamed. "Yes there! Do it! Do it more so!"
I pushed on her ass-cheeks when she was at her lowest point in her thrusting. I 
pushed my hips up to meet her. Saliva was running uncontrolled down my chin and I 
wasn't able to swallow. My mouth were open in a silent scream of passion. This was 
heaven!
Suddenly I felt how mom began to shake. Felt her cunt muscles grip my cock in rapid 
hard squeezes and she moaned or cried, I can't describe the sounds escaping her 
throat. This was enough to push me over the barrier that till now had prevented me 
from coming. I filled the condom to the brim with my sperm. Never before had I 
experienced a feeling like this. I felt fatigue and refreshed in the same moment. I 
wanted to go to sleep and I wanted to do it again. Fuck my mother's wonderful, 
tight, wet cunt.
Mom must have felt more or less the same as I because I could feel her slump down on 
me. She became heavy. Heavy enough to make it harder to breath. How this petite, 
slender woman could weigh this much I didn't understand.
Her pussy kept squeezing my cock, witch was deeply buried in her depth, with small 
ripples that came with longer and longer interval. And each time they were 
accompanied with a deep sigh.
So did she come around again. She lifted her head from my chest and gave me a quick 
kiss on the mouth.
"Am I heavy?"
"A little," I answered honestly. Though I didn't mind the weight it was a bit heavy 
and when she rolled away I immediately missed the feeling. My cock slipped out of 
her and fel down on me with a wet, slimy feeling.
"I think this has done its duty," mom said with a little smile. "Now it's time to 
remove it."
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