Carrie headed up the stairs and I went into the kitchen. Dad was sitting at the counter reading the paper and barely looked up.
Peering over the top of his glasses he asked, "Everything okay son?" then dropped his eyes as I answered, "Yeah, Dad. Everything is fine."
Dad grunted,"Your sister?"
"Upstairs packing I think. Probably heading back to San Francisco tonight."
I walked to Mom's back. She was standing by the floor to ceiling glass door that led to the terrace. I wrapped my arms around her and nuzzled my chin in her neck as she tilted her head towards mine. Delilah had one arm folded under her tits, a cigarette poised by her lips with her other hand. Smoke drifted across her face. My cock responded as usual.
Dad said, "Hmm. Tough drive anytime, but Friday nights are the worst. Why don't you kids go to the movies or something? Then she can drive back there in the morning. Besides, you should spend more time with your sister."
I saw the red lipstick stain on the filter of Mom's cigarette. She saw my eyes fixed on it and slipped it in my lips. I took a slow drag relishing Mom's cigarette coated with her lipstick, then realized dad was talking. I just grinned at mom, who winked.
I handed her cigarette back to her and answered, "Dad, we just spent five days together."
As usual, Dad just grunted and said, "Oh."
That was how out of touch he was with what was going on in his own home. I glanced at Mom still standing by the terrace and motioned for her to open the door and go outside. I wanted... no, I needed to hold her and kiss her and see if we were still on the same page.
Delilah shook her head and mouthed, "No baby."
I turned and went upstairs. I rapped my knuckle on Carrie's door. The door eased open and Carrie grabbed my hand as she pulled the door open enough to drag my ass in.
Carrie hopped up on me, wrapped her legs around me and kissed me. The kiss was slow and wet. I kicked the door shut behind me and carried her to her canopy bed. I laid her down gently and began dry humping her as we made out. We were on fire, engulfed in a haze of uncontrollable passion.
I was out of breath. I got up on my knees and dragged my shirt over my head as Carrie arched her back and tugged her shorts off. Both of us were commando on the ride home so we could play with each other. I jerked her tube top off and went right to her tits, cupping them and shoving them up to my lips.
Carrie dragged my shorts off and I kicked them off my feet. Then I laid down on her and rammed my stiff prick to her cervix!
She sobbed, "Fuck baby. What happened? I sucked you off less than twenty minutes ago. You gotta be the horniest guy I've ever been with."
How could I tell her the fucking she was getting was for our mother?
I rammed and shoved and pounded my cock in and out as fast as I could. I needed to cum. Carrie held on for dear life. She had her arms hooked around my neck, her heels in the small of my back while kissing me passionately. I gave her the ride of her dreams. It was bone jarring, tit shaking, breathless sex that ended in a mutual climax that drained both of us.
It was all Mom's fault.
Suddenly, Carrie whispered, "Baby, the door!"
I was so into the moment, I hadn't heard the rapping outside. But, I did hear Mom's voice.
"Carrie... sweetie can I come in?"
Luckily, Carrie and I shared a bath between our bedrooms. I snatched up my clothes and bundled them to my chest and ran into the adjoining bath with my cock still hard and dripping.
I dropped my clothes and reached in and turned on the shower. Then as the room fogged up, I eased the door slightly ajar and watched and tried to listen to the conversation. Mom was sitting on the edge of the bed. Carrie had the good sense to toss the covers back and drag the sheet up over her tits before mom came in. She was still that way as mom spoke to her.
"I'm sorry you're not feeling well darling. Was is something you ate perhaps?"
Hmm. I held back my snort wondering what a quart of cum does to a woman's digestive system.
Carrie replied, "Maybe. You know how Garrett likes all that spicy stuff. I'll be alright. I really need to get back home tonight. I have that marathon thing tomorrow by the bridge."
Yeah, Carrie was a tri-athlete. I forgot to mention that. Kinda explains her stamina.
I used my forefinger to wipe the sweat from my brow as I turned my ear to the crack in the door.
"Yes, your brother does have a strong constitution. You shouldn't try to keep up with him when it comes to eating or drinking. Garrett's showering now. He'll be done soon and then you can go freshen up. Then head on back home."
"But Daddy said..."
"I'll take care of Daddy. You take care of Carrie. Okay sweetie?"
Then mom shocked me. She lifted Carries chin with the tip of her finger and kissed her right on the lips! My cock stood straight up.
Was Mom going to seduce Carrie? How would Carrie respond?
The very thought of it had me reaching for my hard on. I began massaging it slowly as I waited for more action. Their kiss was slow and sensual, but I was quickly disappointed as Mom stood up and walked out.
I quickly and quietly shut the door and eased into the steamy shower. I needed release. My hand wrapped firmly around my cock and I began jerking off furiously.
Images of Mom and Carrie kissing had my cock convulsing in my hand. It began spurting thick streams of my warm cum as my knees buckled. I watched it circling the drain before it disappeared.
Spent and exhausted, I had to lean against the shower door. It was the wildest sex I had ever had alone!
I opened the shower door and stepped out onto the thick bath mat. My cock began to deflate as I dried off. I shook my head as I towel dried my hair wondering what Carrie thought of Mom's kiss?
I got my answer quickly.
Carrie stepped in naked and draped her arms over my shoulder.
"You won't believe what just happened baby" Oh, yes I would. But, I couldn't tell her I had been spying on them.
So I just said, "Hmm? What happened?" then reached for my cigarettes that had fallen from my shirt pocket when I tossed my clothes on the floor.
"Mom kissed me."
It wasn't just the words since I already knew about the kiss. It was the look on my sister's face. It was the same way her face looked after we climaxed together. Blissful, serene, and happy. I had to know how she was really feeling.
I lit my cigarette and said, "And?" then tossed the match in the toilet.
Carrie grinned, 'It was just a simple kiss hon. But, fuck... it felt so nice. Mom has such full, warm lips you know? And I love how creamy they tasted. It was all I could do to not slip my tongue in her mouth."
My cock twitched, betraying me since I was standing there naked.
"Oh, my baby likes that idea huh? Mom and me French kissing? It's so damn deliciously decadent. I'm sure I'll get myself off tonight thinking about that! Would you like your big sister to take care of your twitching cock?"
Now how could I refuse?
I put my hand on top of her head and pushed down. Since my balls were almost empty, it didn't take long for Carrie to make me cum. She was an expert when it came to cock sucking!
After I spurted a few drops and she swallowed, she stood and said, "Well, I know I'm good, but didn't know I was that good. Your batteries should have been charged by now. What happened?"
I glanced at the drain. An accumulation of my white cum had pooled around the edge.
"You didn't!" Carrie whispered as she leaned over and looked in the tub.
I smirked and nodded as she turned and looked up at me.
"What the fuck happened?"
I just grinned as I bent down and grabbed my clothes. I needed to think. This was dangerous territory I found myself in.
"You. Just thinking of you baby. Got me so damn excited." Then I opened the door to my bedroom, tossed my clothes in the hamper and sat on the bed.
Carrie walked in and pulled my head to her bare tummy and said, "I love that you did that thinking of me honey. I gotta shower and get on the road. Will you be okay here with Mom and Dad?"
"Oh, hell no. I'll be leaving in the morning."
She pulled my head back by my hair and kissed me softly.
"Okay baby. I'll call you when I get back home. Maybe we could go out on another date. You do know how to sweep a girl off her feet."
Carrie turned and walked towards the bathroom when I said, "Say hi to Drake for me."
She glanced over her shoulder and grinned, "Baby, after five days with you, I'm gonna go back and fucking throw rocks at him."
Drake Hamilton was never a match for her anyway.
I laid back on the bed and listened to Carrie singing in the shower. Her song choice? Katie Perry's, "I Kissed A Girl And I Liked It".
I dozed off and went straight to dreamland. Oh, what a dream.
Mom and I were in a high rise somewhere fucking like rabbits on steroids. I faintly remember my tired cock stiffening. The taste of Mom's smoky lips, the way her mouth opened when she gasped, the way her long eyelashes fluttered over half closed eyes, and the way she tensed up when she climaxed made my cock dribble on my leg.
I popped up and sat back against the headboard.This thing with my mother was driving me crazy. I slid off the bed holding a tissue to the wet spot on my thigh and looked down at Skip. That's my Jack Russell. Skip cocked his head from left to right. Apparently, he was as confused as I was.
"What are you looking at?" I shouted. Skip hopped and twirled like he usually did at the slightest bit of attention.
"Sorry little buddy. No cookies. Cookies are downstairs. Go ask Mom."
Skip pranced out the door and ran down the stairs.
I made it in the bathroom and wiped the cum from my thigh and dropped the tissue in the bowl. Carrie's scent was everywhere and on everything I touched. Okay, so I had two women under my skin, and I loved and wanted them both. I decided I really was crazy after all.
I left the bathroom and went to my walk in closet. I ran my fingers over the top of the teak rod that held my suits. It was Friday night in Hollywood and I was going out. I chose my white linen suit, pale salmon colored shirt, and my soft white, after hours loafers.
Next, I opened my jewelry case and hooked a couple of gold chains on my fingertips and I was set. I laid my wardrobe out on my bed, and just like Richard Gere in "American Gigolo", I stood with my hands on my hips and stared at my choice and nodded.
"Let's Get This Party Started" by Pink came blasting from the CD changer and after clapping my hands and twirling a few times, I dressed and went downstairs. Naturally, I took them two at a time.
I landed on the threshold and saw Hanna, our dark-skinned maid standing in the kitchen slipping on her coat. It was after six, and Hanna usually was gone by then.
I walked over to her. "Hanna, everything okay?"
She looked up at me and answered, "Just running a little late Garrett. Your father insisted on having a nice dinner with your mom before he left." Dinner. Mom. Left.
I couldn't believe my good luck. That meant I had the delectable Delilah Carr all to myself.
"Where did he go?" I asked as calmly as I could.
Hanna shrugged her coat on as I held it for her. "Puerto Rico, I think. One of them places. I really don't know for sure."
I felt my cock coming to life.
"Uh... Hanna darlin... will he be gone long?"
"A week, ten days. I don't remember Garrett. Too bad you and your dad don't communicate more."
"Yeah, well. Do you need a ride?" I asked as I turned her around and fixed her collar. Hanna kissed the back of my hand. "No, baby. Those days are well behind us. Best leave well enough alone Hon."
Hanna and I had been very active sexually once upon a time. Yeah, I know.
"Okay darlin'. Where's Mom?" I dropped my hands from her collar.
She nodded, "Up there getting ready for something. Must be important. She's dressed in all Gucci and was dripping in jewels a few minutes ago. I've never seen her look more beautiful."
My mind went numb. Dressed up? Dads out of town. What the fuck?
"Probably going out with the Jefferson's."
The Jefferson's lived two blocks away in 90210 land or Beverly Hills to outsiders. Amanda Jefferson was another one of Mom's friends who enjoyed my service... as a pool boy. I serviced her every Saturday afternoon when I was a senior in high school.
Yeah. I know.
"You might be right, but she's up to something. Delilah never wears Bijou
perfume just to visit friends. I gotta run baby. I have to meet Charlie over at Red Lobster. You be good hon."
A soft peck on the cheek and Hanna whisked out the door.
I stared at the staircase. Should I go up there?
The answer came soon enough.
Delilah stepped out of her room and stood at the top of the stairs. Hanna was right. I've never seen her look more beautiful either.
I was in a trance as she stepped delicately down the stairs. One hand rode smoothly over the polished mahogany hand rail. She looked radiant. I noticed her dangerously wet lips glistening from the overhead chandelier. The off-white Gucci gown was sequined and matched her necklace and long earrings perfectly.
My eyes never left hers. I noticed she was nibbling softly on her lower lip.
My God. She really was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, and I'd seen plenty.
Mom stepped to the landing at the bottom of the stairs and looked up at me.
I could barely speak. "Mom... uh... you look stunning." I caressed her face.
"Thank you Garrett. I feel stunning," she answered as she kissed my hand delicately.
"Going somewhere?" I asked breathlessly.
Delilah nodded, "Uh huh. Got a date."
My heart sank.
Moms don't date. Oh, but this was Hollywood. Moms date.
"No. You're not going on a date. I won't allow it!"
Mom stood on her toes and kissed me softly with her wet crimson lips. Thye felt sticky as she pulled back.
"Baby... you are the sweetest thing. I believe you're jealous!"
The edges of her lips turned up seductively. My cock urged against my zipper. I was beside myself.
"I am. I'm so fucking jealous. I won't allow it. Now who is he?"
"Shh. Settle down sweetheart. My date is you!"
My eyes welled up. Mom's did, too.
"Delilah. This weekend, call me Delilah."
My heart leapt with joy.
"You make me so happy... Delilah, but we can't go out on a date here. It too risky."
Delilah slipped her arm though mine as we walked to the front door.
"Baby, where we're going, I assure you no one will know or care."
I glanced down and smiled. "Cool. Where's that?"
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