Something Popped Up…

I caught my mom reading sexstories69 in the kitchen.

I thought she just used the counter-top computer to look up cooking recipes, but then a picture came up of a woman, lifting her top, and squeezing her boobs together.

That got my attention, but she just [X]ed it out. So, I could see her scrolling through the comments, on the side of the page. With names like [Raped in a Tent], [A Night with my Pervert Uncle], and [I Shut my little sister up.]

I forgot all about getting a drink, and went back to the bathroom, but I didn’t say anything to mom about it. I had no idea, but I had my phone plugged in over the sink, so I remembered the name of the site, and looked it up.

I’d looked at porn on my phone before, but stories? I don’t know, I guess it sounds stupid, now that I write about it, but I never was very interested in reading stories without pictures to go with them. What really surprised me was the kinds of stories I found here.

I mean, most of it at least involved incest, a lot of it abuse if not outright rape, and underage kids well. I guess some of them were about my age, so I got a boner reading about Kayla and her brother, which is weird because the author’s name is Annoying Sister, but they’re all told by the brother.

Which made me wish I had a little sister like that, even though it’s sick, and when She Got Physical, it sounded downright painful. So, I jerked off, and took it in my room. I tried flicking my balls with my fingers, to see if I could even get it up again when they’re hurting. Let alone after getting kicked in the balls hard by my little sister.

Which is something she would never do, and I’d never do anything to deserve it, because she’s a little girl, and my sister. I’m not a complete psycho, it just turned me on feeling sorry for that boy, and his psycho sister Kayla. She doesn’t have to be my little sister, and honestly it would be a lot better if she wasn’t.

“Huh!” My orgasm snuck up on me, because I was just rubbing my aching balls, and I hadn’t even touched my dick. So I felt up to it, and it swelled with a drop, even though it wasn’t hard. I wasn’t fully ejaculating yet, but I’d gotten spots in my underwear from wet dreams before. I knew that I’d start cumming for real soon, and I couldn’t wait, but I didn’t even know I could get an orgasm without a boner before.

I guess I passed out, because when I woke up, my dickhead was sticking to my thumb. It was hard again, but the sticky stuff had dried up in the night. My balls didn’t hurt at all, so I got up, and grabbed my phone, to check the messages in the morning. Pretty much the same stories, I scrolled right past the one with the pervy uncle, because that was gay.

I really had to pee, though. So, I jerked off with a little soap from the tray, and felt another drop come out in the suds all over my sensitive little head. “Huh, uh!” It went soft, but then it burned, so I pissed the soap out, but it kept burning all day. So, I learned my lesson, and never used bar soap again, but I found lotion, and other stuff I could use as lube.

It was only a matter of time before I got caught, but I had to wait for everyone to be out of the house. So, I could get on mom’s computer, and see what kinds of stories she had in her history. Sure enough, she didn’t clear it, or even use Incognito mode, because why should she? She’s an adult, and it’s an adult site, if anything I shouldn’t be on here, because it gave me all kinds of bad ideas, but I couldn’t stay away.

I don’t know if she’s Lauren or not, but she at least reads all the comments Lauren made. I wish I knew if she just read, or wrote her own comments, for all I know she was my favorite author (annoyingsister) but now I was really shocked that she could even bring herself to read the sickest kind of incest stories. The kind where little girls get pregnant by their fathers, then start fucking their own kids, and maybe have more babies with their own sons?

I got really hard, and ashamed of myself, just thinking about mom pregnant with my son, and him growing up to have sex with her too, making more sons, and for some reason, the possibility of having a daughter never came up, but I squeezed my balls so hard they hurt. “UH! Fugh, huh?” I looked down, and my little cock twitched, but this time the drop shot out. Not far, maybe only a couple inches, but I’d never actually shot my wad before.

“Huh!” I never thought about doing anything gay, either, but my balls really hurt, and I bent over to sniff it. Closing my eyes, and imagining a woman’s voice. Not a little girl, and let’s be honest, it was my mom’s voice in my head. Scolding me, calling me a sick little pervert, and look what you’ve done, clean up this mess before your father sees it, and knows what a gay ass faggot you are.

“Huhl!” I licked it up. It didn’t taste like much, nor did it smell like anything at all, but I did it. I was even proud of myself for doing something gay like licking up my own cum, even though it wasn’t white. It was clear, and greasy, and it didn’t taste like much, but it clung to my tongue. So, I went back, and tried reading some of the gay stories, to imagine getting molested, and my balls busted by a man.

I pulled my ball bag out, to bounce them on the hard wood seat. Hoping I’d either get hard again, or blow another drop without an erection. That didn’t work, but I got braver, and whacked my balls a little harder, until they really hurt. Then, I went back to reading about Kayla, and trying to imagine what she looked like. Her bratty voice sounded like, cursing, and calling me dirty names for being a sick pervert.

I closed my eyes, and imagined her spanking me with a belt. I don’t know if she ever did, and I just haven’t gotten to that part, but I was starting to make it up as I went along. My dick got hard, but I had to let my balls go to pull the pud. So, I remembered the asparagus mom got, and the thick blue rubberband around it.

It was cold from the refrigerator, so my scrotum tried to shrivel up, but I managed to poke my balls through one by one. It was too loose, so I stretched it up over my dick head, which rubbed it, and I hunched. It snapped back when I let go, and my knees gave out. “Ugh fugh huh! FUCK! Huh fuck, uh! Fuck.”

I wound up on the floor. Curled up in a ball, hugging my legs, and just feeling my dick twitched dryly. Then, I blinked when mom came in, walked right across the kitchen to the computer, and clicked the mouse. She killed the browser window, but she must have heard me yelling the F word out loud. That’s another thing I forgot to mention, she hated that word, and even scolded dad for saying it out loud, but she didn’t say anything to me.

She just shook her head, and walked out. Her heels on the cold tiles, and from the floor I could she she wore the flats, with only a little strip over her heels to make that sound. Her bare ankles, and tights. No socks, or stockings, just yoga pants type tights, a long ruffled skirt, and a pretty baggy blouse. She left her jacket hung up in the closet when she came in, and I must have been cumming so loud, I didn’t even hear her, but how long had she been out there watching me through the kitchen door?

My balls really hurt when I took off the rubber band. “Huh!” It held back another drop, so I pinched it out, and licked my fingers. Then, I got my underwear, and pulled them up. My pants, but I just left my socks rolled up in my shoes. Tired, I went off to take a nap, until I heard mom in the bathroom.

“Oh, you dirty whore!” She scolded a girl, in a video on her phone. We all plugged our phones into the same charging station, in the bathroom, because that’s where it would fit. “Huh, yeah. Suck that dick, suck that stranger’s dick right out there in the alley, you dirty little whore. Huh, uh!” She shook hard enough to make the toilet seat rattle, and I checked the door, to see if she locked it. Figuring, if I couldn’t hear her come in when the blood was pumping in my ears that loudly, maybe she wouldn’t hear the door knob, when I peeked in on her.

“Why you little pervert!” she threw her phone in the sink, and yanked the door open.

“Sorry mom!”

“Not sorry enough, I knew your father was spoiling you, when he stopped spanking you.”

I stopped when she said spanking, and looked back. She smiled, wide eyed, and blushing, then she nodded.

I nodded too, and let go of the door. Before I closed it, she had me going there. I was actually afraid that I was in real trouble until she said spanking, and it wasn’t just the idea of her spanking me for once. It was the way she said it, it was so sexy, and I knew she’d do it so perfectly.

I was right, she took me by the hand, and led me back to their room. The bed she shared with my dad, and for all I know, the bed they had sex in when she got pregnant with me. I’m the oldest, but as soon as she had me across her lap. She rubbed my bottom before she gave me a swat.

“Uh!”

“It’s for your own good.” I nodded, but then she rubbed it, and hit the other butt cheek. While she was rubbing one with one hand, she hit the other with the other, which was a complete surprise, but then she started beating me harder, and faster.

“Yeah harder, faster, hit my balls, UHN!” I squealed and humped her lap. “Huh, phf!” Biting her lip.

“Fuck, you like that huh?” She rubbed my twitching balls, and I just sniffed in a breath. “You sick,” she leaned over, and whispered. ‘little…’

She pulled my shoulder, to roll me over, and get right in my face.

“FUCK!”

“Uhn?” I turned away, when spit sprayed out, right in my face.

“Look at me, you sick little fuck!” She yanked her blouse open, and a button even popped out. “This is what you wanted to see, isn’t it?”

“No mom!” I pushed her, just to squeeze her bra, but I wasn’t just playing hard to get. “Don’t rape me, mommy!”

“Hhuh!” She held my hands up, and got on top of me. Smothering me with her busom, her bra, and even her blouse so it was dark. I could barely even breathe, let alone talk, but she had her other hand between her legs. She just masturbated on top of me, smothering me, holding my wrists in 1 hand, and fapping wetly with the other, until she rolled over. Shuddering with an orgasm, trying to gasp, and pant breathlessly at the same time.

“Huh!” I coughed, and caught my breath, on my hands and knees. “Snh?” Her sex juice was allover the corner of the bed, and I smelled pee too, but I felt like I was going to pass out, again. After what I did in the kitchen, I was more satisfied than I ever have been before in my whole life, but then I got the spanking, and sMothering, and when the air hit my head, it just made me dizzy.

So, I went to bed, and curled up to take a nap. I don’t know what mom is going to say, but I can imagine. She’ll start with “We need to talk,” even though we never really talked about sex before. We did it, some sick sadistic incestuous sex acts, and we already went way too far. I know we should never go there again, or even close, as much as we want to, but now that we did.

I don’t think we can resist the urge to do it again, and again. I guess we’ll just have to wait until we find out…

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