We walked silently back to the bedroom, the air thick with the smell of sweat and sex. Renée's body was still trembling from the shower, her skin glistening with drops of water that I hadn't bothered to wipe away. I laid her gently on the bed, her back sinking into the soft sheets. She looked so delicious, her breasts heaving slightly as she caught her breath, her nipples hard and begging for my attention.
I grabbed the bottle of oil from the nightstand and poured a generous amount into my hands. The cool liquid dripped onto her skin and I began to massage it into her shoulders, my fingers easing the tension in her muscles. She let out a soft moan, her body arching slightly under my touch. God, she was so responsive. My hands slid down her back, spreading the oil over her soft skin, my thumbs digging into the curve of her spine.
"You're so beautiful, Mom," I murmured, leaning down to kiss the back of her neck. My tongue flicked out, tasting the salt on her skin, and she shivered. My hands moved lower, rubbing the oil into her ass, my fingers lightly spreading her cheeks. She was so tight, even after everything we'd done. I could feel her pussy contracting instinctively, as if she was already waiting for more.
My lips trailed down her back, leaving a trail of wet kisses as I moved to her hips. I turned her gently, her breasts swaying slightly as she settled onto her back. Her eyes were half-lidded, her lips parted as she looked up at me. She was completely surrendered, and I loved it. I poured more oil into my hands and began massaging her breasts, my fingers rolling her nipples between them. She gasped, her back arching off the bed, her hands gripping the sheets.
I leaned down, capturing one of her nipples in my mouth, sucking hard as my tongue slid over the sensitive bud. She moaned, her hands tangling in my hair, pulling me closer. I moved to the other nipple, applying the same treatment, my hands still massaging her breasts, the oil making her skin smooth and warm beneath my touch. Her body writhed beneath mine, her pussy already wet and ready for me again.
My hands slid down her body, spreading the oil over her belly, her hips, her thighs. I moved between her legs, pressing them gently together. Her pussy was glistening, her lips swollen and parted. I leaned down, my tongue darting out to taste her, and she cried out, her hands gripping the sheets tighter. I fucked her slowly, savoring every inch of her, my tongue probing her entrance before sliding over her clit. Her pussy juices mixed with the oil, she was so wet, the smell of her driving me wild.
I pulled back, looking down at her. Her chest was heaving, her breasts swaying slightly with each breath. Her eyes were dark with desire, her lips swollen from our kisses. I leaned down, capturing her lips in a deep, hungry kiss, my cock pressing against her pussy. She moaned into my mouth, her hips lifting to meet mine, and I slid inside her in one smooth thrust.
She screamed, her nails digging into my back as I fucked her hard, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. She was so tight, her pussy gripping my cock like a vise. I could feel her orgasm building, her walls contracting around me, and I fucked her harder, my hands gripping her hips to keep her in place. She came with a scream, her body shuddering beneath mine, her juices drenching my cock.
I didn't stop, fucking her through her orgasm, my own release building. I pulled out at the last second, my cum spurting onto her breasts, the thick white strips against her skin making me hard as hell again. She was so perfect, her body covered in my cum, her eyes still dark with desire.
I leaned in, kissing her deeply, my tongue exploring her mouth as I pressed my cock against her pussy again, ready for another round. That's when I noticed it – the soft creak of the door.
My eyes darted to the door, and there she was. Bella. My sister, standing there, her eyes wide as she watched us. She had moved in with Daddy two weeks ago, so seeing her there was a huge fucking surprise. Her cheeks were flushed, her hand moving slightly under her shirt, and I could tell she was masturbating.
I didn't let on that I'd noticed, my lips returning to Renee's, my cock sliding back into her pussy. I let her watch. Let her see what I could do, what I could make our mother feel. My hips moved harder, faster, Renee's moans filling the room. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Bella's hand moving faster, her breathing coming in pants. Good. Let her learn.
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The next morning, I woke up early, Renee still sleeping beside me. I got up quietly and went to the kitchen to make breakfast. I made a plate of pancakes with bacon, along with a glass of orange juice, and took them to the bedroom, leaving them on the nightstand for Renee. I leaned over and kissed her forehead softly.
"Thanks for last night, Mom," I murmured, my lips brushing against her skin. She stirred slightly, a soft smile on her lips, but she didn't wake up. I dressed quickly, pulling on a pair of running shorts and a tank top, and went for a run in the woods.
The cool morning air felt good on my skin, the scent of pine and earth filling my nostrils as I ran. My legs moved easily, my body full of energy from my night with Renee. She had been so perfect, so willing, so eager. My cock twitched at the memory, and I had to force myself to focus on running.
When I got home, I could smell the pancakes before I even opened the door. Renee was in the kitchen, making breakfast for Bella, who was sitting at the table, her cheeks still slightly flushed. She was shy as hell, her eyes darting to me and then away when I walked in. Renee was wearing a casual outfit, but it was tight, especially around her ass, with the curves of her body on display.
"Good morning, girls," I said softly as I leaned against the counter, watching them. Bella's hands clenched lightly on the table, her eyes avoiding mine. She was nervous, and I knew why. I smiled inwardly, my cock already hardening at the thought of what was to come.
Breakfast passed in relative silence, Bella barely speaking as she ate. Renee hummed to herself, completely oblivious to the tension in the room. Perfect.
As Renee stood to clear the dishes, I walked over to Bella, my hand brushing lightly against hers. She tensed, her eyes darting to me, but I just smiled, leaning in slightly.
"So, Bella," I said, my voice low and teasing. "Did you sleep well last night?"