Summary: Things get crazy for the siblings and mom in Grandma’s bathroom.
Note 1: This is the second part of the family incest trip. In part 1 (Backseat Sister), Philip catches his sister Tanya masturbating to him… without his knowledge. A few days later, the stars accidentally lined up, and she ended up sitting on his lap in the backseat during a long trip… a trip that ended with the almost silent loss of his sister’s virginity and again, his parents were in front.
Although the father had no idea that his daughter had been raped while his son was driving, the mother caught her two adult children red-handed and saw her son brand his sister’s face, which, much to Philip’s confusion, she didn’t tell him anything.
They have now arrived at Philip’s grandmother’s house.
NOTE 2: Thanks to all the fans who read Part 1, asked to know more about this story, and shared their fantasies and thoughts.
Note 3: Thanks to Tex Beethoven, Robert, Dave, goamz86 and Wayne for editing.
Here are the final moments of part one, in which Philip has sex with his sister, takes her virginity, then smears his stuff on her face before exiting the car:
I got out of the car and my dad said to both of us, “So you survived.”
Tanya surprised me again when she replied, “Yes, it has been quite a long journey.”
I felt embarrassed and quickly moved to the other side to get a box where I could hide the evidence.
Mom got out of the car while I went to the other side to get a box from the back seat.
He asked in an emotional voice, “Did you also enjoy the trip?”
I do not know what to say.
Thankfully, my dad was behind me and he asked, “Are you going to get a box or something?”
I picked up a box and placed it in my grandmother’s house.
Dad said, “Put it on the front step and bring the last step.”
“Of course, Daddy,” I nodded, making sure to move my body so he didn’t see my wet crotch.
I came back to the car and saw my mom talking to Tanya.
Damn it!
I got to the car and heard my mom say, “You still have your brother’s cum in your hair.”
Now the series of family matters …
I was shocked when my sister’s face turned red, extremely upset knowing that my mother had caught us having sex.
My mother looked at me with an incomprehensible look: neither angry, nor happy… maybe she felt strange. She walked away from Tanya and as she passed me, her voice suddenly became harsh, “We’ll talk later, Philip.”
I walked to the car blushing, so worried that she would tell Dad. What would Dad say? What would he do? Mom might have been a poker champion, but her face was expressionless. What is Mom thinking? What is her plan?
When I went up to her Tanya was still standing, surprised to realize her mother had seen us.
I asked curiously and nervously: “What did mom say?”
“Did you know he saw us?” she asked.
“Yes, right at the end.” I nodded.
“So you didn’t tell me then?” she asked, immediately annoyed with me.
“He didn’t say anything, just looked at us with a weird, almost amused expression,” I replied, then added, “He saw me giving you a facial. Here I go; I can’t stop”.
“Yeah, apparently I still have some hair in my hair,” she said quietly, excusing me, pulling out her phone and using it as a mirror.
“I don’t know where she’s coming from. Do you think she’s crazy?”
“I don’t know what that is,” Tanya said. “He asked how long we had ‘fucked’…his choice of words…and if we used protection.”
“Damn it, security,” I said, surprised that the thought had never occurred to me until now.
“Don’t worry,” she said. “I’ve been taking birth control pills for a few months.”
“Really?” I asked.
Tanya shrugged, “Better safe than sorry.”
“Indeed,” I agreed, then asked, “Now what?”
“I don’t know,” she said, when Dad yelled at us.
“Are you two getting the rest of your stuff or something?”
“Yeah, sorry,” I said. I’m not sure what will happen next. Are Tanya and I lovers now? God, I hope so! What are the implications of what Mom is really thinking? This is certainly no small matter. Whenever Mom makes a decision, we all jump up…even Dad.
“We’ll talk about it later,” Tanya said, slapping my butt.
“Hey! I’m more than just a piece of meat,” I joked, glad that he defused the tense situation.
“No,” he shook his head, “that’s what you are. A delicious piece of human flesh. Delicious!”
I laughed, dramatically lamenting, “Dear me! I feel so impersonal.”
“I’m still horny,” she said before grabbing a box and walking off, leaving me even more confused… and horny again.
I walked into my grandmother’s house carrying a large, heavy box, confused by my mother’s words and her instinctive reaction to seeing her son and daughter having sex. Grandma and Dad are talking… The house is a mess, there is chaos everywhere. There were piles of newspapers and magazines, hundreds of small ceramic figurines scattered around, artificial bushes in pots, large plastic bags filled with Styrofoam pellets… and so on.
“Yes, I can take you to buy some groceries,” Dad agreed and I placed a box in an empty spot.
“Hi, Grandma,” I greet, always amazed at what a big hoarding rat she is. She never properly coped with her grandfather’s death and became a hoarder.
“Hey Phillip, stop growing,” he said as he always did when I towered over his five-foot frame.
I joked, “Stop backing away,” which was my usual response, and gave him a big hug.
I won’t go into the details of what happened next, but will summarize the story:
-Dad takes Grandma to the grocery store to fill up their empty refrigerator and cabinets (their kitchen looks like a poor college student’s kitchen)
-Mom and Tanya stayed behind to clean up the house and try to make it look like it wasn’t hit by the tornado.
-I had to fix a leaky pipe in the bathroom (I was an apprentice plumber the summer before my senior year… which meant I literally did all the mess… even though I hated it, I did it and learned the basics of fixing sinks and toilets).
I took apart the J-trap under the cabinets to see if a clog was the problem, although a clog doesn’t usually mean a leak…but it’s always a good place to start. As I was reaching for a pair of pipe wrenches, I heard my mom come in and say the words every man (husband or son) dreads hearing: “We need to talk.”
I pretended not to hear, which is one of the reactions of all men to this terrible phrase.
“Young man, don’t pretend you didn’t hear me,” he said teasingly.
I continued to work under the sink and said the same general words (advice my dad had given me years ago during the birds and the bees conversation) when my mom used this tone, “I’m sorry.”
“Why?” he asked.
“For what you saw,” I replied, finding the conversation awkward.
“Not because of what you did?” he asked.
“That’s right,” I agreed, although I didn’t regret fucking my sister at all.
“Are you sorry you fucked your sister in the backseat of the car while your parents were in the front seat? Or are you sorry you got caught?”
“We got caught,” I admitted.
“What should I do?” she asked as I pulled the tube out and the water went into my mouth.
“Fuck!” I cursed, even as I realized this might be the answer to my mom’s latest question. “Can I get a towel?” I asked, trying to change my answer as I slid out from under the sink.
As soon as I sat down, my mother handed me a towel and asked with an unreadable expression on her face, “Do you fuck your sister a lot?”
“No, that was the first time,” I admitted. It felt weird to hear my mom say “fuck.” I knew dirty talk was happening in my mom’s bedroom because the walls were very thin and I heard her several times beg Dad to “fuck me harder,” “pound me harder,” and “give it to me like a slut.”
“Do you want me to believe that was the first time you fucked my daughter?” she laughed, not looking like she believed me at all.
“I swear,” I said after wiping my face.
“Tell me what happened,” she ordered… So I saw Tanya get off the washing machine and run to her screaming my name, then from the back seat as quietly as I could I explained what had happened… Even though it was such a surreal experience, I’m not sure I remember every race clearly… It felt so good to have my sister riding me.
“Wow,” she said, blushing a little at my story and looking just as shocked and horrified as I was.
“I’m sorry,” I repeated, still shocked and surprised that she seemed lifeless.
My surprise and amazement grew exponentially when she suddenly lifted her sundress, revealing that she was not wearing any panties. My eyes widened when I found myself staring at my mother’s shaved pussy. When I opened my mouth, she ordered, “Philip, we’ll have to wet your face again, although I can guarantee that it will be much more pleasant than having dirty water splashed all over you.”
Before I could react, she grabbed the back of my head and pushed my face deep into her pussy.
I felt dazed and confused.
He was paralyzed by the shock.
“Lick it,” he ordered. “You can’t let me get excited and upset and deal with the consequences.”
Of all the possible consequences of my actions, this was the one I never expected. So, even though I couldn’t believe what was happening, I obeyed and licked my mother’s wet, strong-smelling smooth pussy.
“That’s it, lick mommy’s pussy,” she moaned as I spread her labia and really started eating out mommy’s box, focusing on what I really like to do…eating pussy.
I definitely couldn’t believe I was licking my mom’s pussy.
I also couldn’t believe she used the word “pussy” or was enjoying the idea of incest.
I couldn’t believe my mom started grinding my face.
I licked hungrily, turning off my moral mind and focusing on licking Mom’s amazingly delicious pussy…always love licking pussy…and Mom’s pussy is the sweetest, sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted, one of those rich things.
“Oh yes,” Mom moaned, “bury your tongue in Mom’s box.”
I couldn’t believe how loud and demanding she was and I couldn’t believe how my cock was reacting to all of this. Suddenly hard as steel.
“I can’t believe you fucked your sister like a cheap slut in the backseat of our car.”
I thought about pointing out the fact that Tanya was not a slut but a virgin, but I realized two obvious things:
1. My mom pressed my head into her pussy and rubbed her pussy on my face.
2. Telling him that I just took his only daughter’s virginity might make the situation worse.
So I kept licking and just lived in that surreal moment.
“You’re such a dirty boy,” she moaned after I licked for a few more minutes and suddenly started rubbing it all over my face.
I just stuck my tongue out and did my best to keep up with his announcement: “Yes, yes, baby boy, mommy is here.”
Does he ever do that! Within minutes my face was soaked for the second time. This time it was much more pleasant than the dirty water leaking…though it was no less surprising.
I licked up as much of my mom’s juices as I could, and even though I was still trying to process what had happened, I felt good letting her go.
When he let go of my head, he sighed and said, “You must get rid of that pipe before your father comes back.”
“Umm, yeah, okay,” I agreed, happy to have the task accomplished since I wasn’t at all sure what to say next…still overwhelmed by what just happened.
I grabbed a wrench and a towel, went back under the sink, pulled out the J trap and cleaned it out…after drying the floor, of course.
When I got back to work I felt a hand on my crotch and Mom whispered, “I mean this pipe, baby boy.”
I groaned as she rubbed my hard cock through my shorts… This crazy day was somehow getting crazier, impossible.
“Do you want mommy to unclog your pipes?” she teased, squeezing my cock tightly.
I couldn’t believe it. This was another fantasy I had masturbated to enough times to fill up New York City’s sperm bank, but it had become an immediate possibility and I was stunned.
“Or is mom too old for you?” she asked as she continued to stroke my cock over my pants…now feeling more insecure than teasing.
I came out from under the sink a second time and said, “Mom, don’t go there. You’re the most beautiful woman in the world.”
She smiled and said, “You’re just talking.”
“Mom, every one of my friends wants to fuck you,” I insisted, now focusing all my attention on convincing my mom that she was an attractive woman, which helped ease some of the embarrassment I was feeling. It was better to focus on how sexy my mom was becoming rather than trying to deal with the swirl of thoughts and feelings inside me.
“Everyone?” he asked.
“Everyone,” I agreed, “even the girls.”
“Well, I have a delicious pussy,” he admitted jokingly.
“This is the perfect cat,” I agreed.
“So do you really want to fuck mom?”
“Oh my god, this is more important than anything in the world,” I admitted, my hard cock desperate to be freed from its solitary confinement.
“Do you want to be an idiot?” she asked, an evil smile flashing on her face… she knew very well that the word was truly disgusting.
“I want to be the best fucker in the world,” I nodded and she started to grab my cock for freedom.
When my dick got out of prison on full parole she joked, “I better be your mother.”
“You’ll be there in about a minute and a half,” I said, standing up and spinning her around, bending her over the sink.
“Oh, I like a man who knows what he wants,” she said, surprisingly relinquishing her dominance and testing the waters, wondering if I could step up and be in charge here.
I threw her skirt over her back and stared at her ass. Damn, it was amazing. I wanted to put my cock in the pussy I came out of… the idea didn’t feel gross and sloppy, but rather extremely hot. But first I wanted to show her that I could really be in charge, “Please, Mom. Tell me what you want.”
“You know what I want,” said the mother. “I want my son’s big cock in my pussy.”
“Please,” I commanded, rubbing my cock up and down her labia.
“You little bastard,” she yelled, amused and annoyed in equal measure. “Put that big cock back in my pussy…where it came from and where it needs to be.”
I loved that she said “where it should be” even though it didn’t mean anything special. I slowly slid my cock into her warm cunt and for the second time today this cherished fantasy became an incredible reality.
“Oh, yes,” she groaned as I handed her the drink.
“Too wet,” I realized.
“Watching you cum all over your sister turns me on so much,” she admitted as I filled her pussy completely.
“I think I might have to shoot you in the face, too,” I replied, then worried that I’d gone too far…which seemed a tad silly considering I was so deep in her pussy at this point.
“Sweetheart, you can go wherever you want with Mom,” she replied, playing up her natural ease in the submissive role. In my fantasies and even dreams, based on what I had heard in my bedroom, I had long ago assigned this role to her…even though she had not shown it in any other aspect of her life.
Today a dream truly came true.
Having finished my task an hour earlier, I will be able to postpone it for a while and make this incredible moment last as long as possible.
I kept sliding in and out of her slowly and enjoying watching her expressions in the mirror above the sink. Her eyes were closed, but apart from her light moans, her lips and cheeks were beautifully showing how much she was enjoying this.
I continued thrusting in and out of my mom’s wet pussy for a few minutes and was just starting to go a little faster when her phone rang.
“Fuck,” she sighed, clearly annoyed at being interrupted. She pointed to her purse on the floor next to the tub and, instantly switching from mommy-fucking mode to mommy-mode, ordered, “Quick, give me the phone.”
I reluctantly moved away from my mother and took her phone. I wondered if she would change her mind now that we were interrupted. Sometimes, a moment instantly goes from “available” to “too late”; that’s why the Latin has the expression “ carpe diem ” instead of “stretch yourself and walk leisurely around the room, know where the day went. ”
I looked at the number and said to my mom, “It’s Dad.”
“Of course it is,” she said uneasily, turning to answer the phone.
To my surprise, when she answered the phone, she was back to square one, “Hey, honey. How about going shopping with Mom?”
I stood there, not knowing what to do.
She bent over as if inviting me to follow her and keep fucking her, but she was talking to Daddy.
“Oh, well, you’re a good son,” Mom said, turning back and looking at me with a ‘fucking’ look in her eyes.
I shrugged, still unsure.
He snapped his fingers, pointed to his butt and agreed, “Okay, do as she says.”
All ambiguity was cleared away and I followed him back, happy that what he said to Dad applied to me too and that I was going to do exactly what he told me… like a good son.
“Take your time,” Mom said, and I continued to fuck her slowly. “We’re in no hurry.”
I just kept listening to the conversation, being totally surprised that I was not only fucking my mom, but also fucking her while she was talking to my dad. Also, I was amused by this conversation and wondering if she meant it as a joke.
“I’m just helping him get the tube in”, “Uh, it’s a bit flooded”, “Things are a bit tight”, “Oh yes, he’s doing his thing now”.
Damn it, mom is so mean.
“Bring back some lunch,” Mother suggested, “and Philip and I will work on this pipe together. It will work up an appetite.”
Oh God!
“Okay, we’re all getting down and dirty,” Mom said. She looked in the mirror to make sure she was clearly talking to me. Then she said, “I need to go. I think Phillip is going to start.” Drilled.
He mouthed, “Hurry up.”
I started fucking her faster, which made mom moan softly and she said miserably, “I’ll see you when you get here. Hopefully Philip will have cleaned the pipes and cleaned up the mess he made in front of you.”
“No, no, I’m fine,” Mom explained, groaning, “Philip and I are just here trying to get this big tube off.”
My mother’s shit turned me on so much that I started fucking her hard, making her whole body shake. “Okay, see you in a minute, I have to help Phillip before the pipes burst and the dam breaks.”
He hung up the phone and groaned, “Your father said to keep working until it’s done.”
“That’s good advice,” I said, smiling as I grabbed his hips and fucked him as hard as I could… I really enjoyed what Daddy was teaching me to do.
“Baby, your cock fits perfectly in mommy’s pussy,” she moaned, moving her hands to the mirror to steady herself as I hammered hard.
