Family Ties Part Two

I was home for the holidays when it happened.

After my almost three hour sex session with my older sister Carrie, and bumping into my mother as I ran up the stairs, I knew I had to get out of the house and think about what Carrie and I had done. I had wanted her for a long time, and apparently she had wanted me, too. But, at that time, I had no idea we weren't related by blood. I felt terrible. I mean, who fucks their own sister?

I found dad's car keys on the usual peg in the kitchen and slipped out quietly. I heard mom coming back up the stairs as I eased the kitchen door shut. I tip toed down the back steps and made my way to the garage where dad kept his Silver Shadow Rolls-Royce. I pressed my face against the glass and peeked inside.There it was. A classic by any standards with it's body bathed in white pearlescent lacquer, it's steel bumpers chromed and highly polished, and it's sixteen inch wheels glistening from the soft overhead lighting. Dad loved that damn car and I could see why. It matched the beauty of his wife, my mother, and everything about her and the car oozed sex and class. It was my secret that I wanted them both.

I twisted the doorknob to no avail. I should have known he kept his pride and joy under lock and key. Disgruntled, I leaned against the garage in the darkness and fumbled with his keys. I eased them in the lock one by one and suddenly realized that dad never kept his house keys on this particular key ring. This key ring only held the keys to the Rolls and our beach cottage in Malibu. Dad's daily driver was his Range Rover, also in the garage. I glanced at the Ford Taurus I rented at the airport that was parked out at the curb. Well, it was all that was available except for Carries Mustang, and I knew she had those keys with her and a trip back inside was out of the question.

Suddenly, out of the darkness stepped Delilah jangling a set of keys.

"Looking for these baby?" Mom always called me baby. That's another thing about Delilah Carr. She knew exactly how to work men...young or old. Mom had snap and plenty of it. To this day, when a woman calls me 'baby', my cock twitches.... thanks to her.

I leaned back against the door as I watched her light a cigarette. Damn. Who looks this fucking great at three in the morning?

I answered, "Uh, yeah mom I thought I'd take a drive to the beach. I'm sure dad won't mind."

Delilah stepped to me as smoke drifted over her dangerously wet lips and replied, "I'm sure he won't. Want some company?" I could feel my cock swelling as she slipped the keys in my hand. What's wrong with me? I was so excited I could hardly stand it. It was almost like the first time I walked a girl to the door after a date and stood helpless not knowing what to do next. Yeah, my mom had that affect on me.

"Yeah, that would be great mom." I answered while fumbling with the key to the garage door.

"Let me help you baby." Hmm. Baby again. I stepped back as she brushed against me and took the keys from my sweaty hand. The scent of Delilah had my cock doing back flips. I did say she oozed sex. God, she was stunning in the moonlight. I could almost taste her wet lips.

Mom slipped the key in knob and even that had sexual overtones. "See baby? If you have the right key...you get what you want." My cock was now convulsing.

I shoved the door open and held it for her. A slight grin turned the corners of her plum lips up and I was about to cum in my pants. I followed her in and walked her around to the passenger door and opened it for her. Then she did the unthinkable. She kissed me very close to my mouth. I was done. I felt cum oozing from my cock.

"You're such a sweet boy Garrett." I helped her slip in. Then I'm not sure why, but I leaned in and buckled her seat belt. She reached behind my head and caressed the nape of my neck softly, then kissed me again. This time the kiss landed on my lips. I tasted her creamy mouth and my cock went off in my pants. I stepped back and stood silent. My eyes worshiped Delilah. They drank her like a fine wine. The tip of her cigarette glowed red as she took a long drag before handing it to me. By then, my cock was on defcon five. I just knew she could see it as it hopped and squirmed just inches from her smoky mouth.

I couldn't help but murmur, "Oh God." as my cock wiggled and began spurting.

"Hmm?" Mom inquired passively. She had no idea what was going on in my mind or my pants.

"Nothing mom." I sighed as I started to close the door. Mom said, "Wait baby...take this and put it out. You know daddy doesn't allow smoking in his precious car." She took one last drag and handed it to me. Naturally, I had to take a drag as I stepped to the back of the garage where dad kept his chrome ashtray filled with sand. The thought that my lips were now touching her plum lipstick, the tip slightly damp from her tongue made my cock explode. I stood silently dragging as I filled my shorts with my sticky cum. I hated to bury it in the sand, but knew mom was watching. I took a quick drag and buried it.

I hurried around to the drivers side and scooted in cautiously. I didn't want to soil the blue and gold paisley upholstery. Mom smiled and said, "Are you okay baby?" then caressed the back of my neck again.

I hit the transmitter for the garage door and it creaked up slowly.

"Yeah mom. I'm good. Just don't want to wake up the neighborhood."

I backed out onto Las Palmas and headed for Sunset Boulevard. The hippies and druggies had not yet taken over Hollywood. The only people stirring around at that hour, particularly on Sunset were musicians that were pouring out of the various recording studios that lined the famous strip.

Mom looked relaxed as she leaned back against the headrest. I noticed her legs were crossed revealing her upper thigh through the slit on the left side. The dress was a Chanel, and had a sheen to it. Perhaps it was satin. The buttons were unbuttoned almost to her waist and I could see the soft edges of her perfect areola. My cock began coming back to life. Delilah Carr was much to hot to be anyones mother.

"Put on some music baby." Mom's sultry voice whispered in my ear.

Naturally, since I was a lifetime rock and roller, and my Godmother is Sally Mann Romano, the wife of Jefferson Airplanes drummer, Spencer Dryden, I slipped "Don't You Want Somebody To Love", a Grace Slick hit from the sixties in the in dash player and began tapping the steering wheel. I caught mom grinning as she said, "You are a sentimentalist baby. You know I love that song. But, did you know Grace is a friend of mine?" I knew mom ran with Sally and I knew Sally and Grace were tight, so it made sense that my mom and Grace Slick were friends.

"Yeah, mom. I think you mentioned that before. So you were a rock and roller?"

"Oh...well, that was a long time ago. I still enjoy rock and roll, but my tastes have changed a bit. Now, I prefer the classics." Classics to me meant elevator music.

"I think daddy has some Mozart and Puccini...would you look for me please?"

I picked through the cd collection dad kept in his overhead and found 'Bolero' by Ravel. It put a smile on mom's face as the clarinet played softly. The beat was constant and moms fingers once again laid claim to the back of my neck. It was way too much attention from one's mother, but I never thought Delilah had the same kind of lust that I had.

The drive west on Sunset was quiet on a Sunday morning. A bit curvy but eventually, it ran into PCH or Pacific Coast Highway. Then a right turn on PCH and about a mile and a half down the road, we arrived at our 'cottage'. Dad had done well as an importer and our Malibu home was testament to his achievements.

I pulled the car in the garage and went around and opened the door for mom. Still stunning as she got out and slipped a cigarette in her wet lips. I held my lighter under the tip and watched her puckered lips and hollowed cheeks take the smoke deep. Once again, my cock began to swell.

We went in thru the kitchen where I turned on the lights as mom took her shoes off and headed for the outside deck across the open living room. The moonlight back lit her as she leaned against the rail and smoked. I stood with my arms folded over my chest and admired her. I reached down the front of my slacks and rubbed my cock. Oh, how I wanted her.

I knew better than to join her on the deck, but the sights and sounds of the Pacific and mom...well, I was on a big time high. I slid the floor to ceiling door open and stepped out on the deck. Mom turned and smiled. "Thank you baby for bringing me down here. I love this place so much."

My cock urged against my zipper as I inched closer. I don't know what made me do it, other than I seem to have no moral compass, but I found myself caressing her face. Mom grinned and sighed as she cupped my hand in hers and brushed her cheek softly.

"I love you so much, too baby. Would you be a dear and get me a glass of wine? I think red would work right now. Then we can talk. I talk better with wine."

I nodded and pulled my hand away and headed inside. A talk? Fuck. I didn't want to talk. I sensed that maybe she knew what Carrie and I had done and was about to be scolded. Although, scolding was usually reserved for my brother Jimmy, a world class fuck up, but if Delilah knew I had fucked Carrie...well, this could get interesting.

Dad fancied himself a connoisseur and had a remarkable selection. I searched for her favorite Merlot and uncorked it. I lit a cigarette and let the wine de-cant for a couple of minutes as I rubbed my cock and watched mom's dark hair blow across her face. I had visions of fucking her out there. Maybe she'd just lift a leg and rest her foot on the handrail. Then I'd take her from behind so I could play with her perky tits. Naturally, we would make out hot and heavy. That way, I could finally taste the inside of her warm mouth. Maybe she would reach back and grab my ass and pull me tight as my cock plunged deeper and deeper. The sight of her with one foot on the handrail and the other one on the deck, her dark hair whipping in the ocean breeze, her soft moans and cries as my cock began spurting inside her had my cock going ape shit again.

I was a mess. My Calvin's were stuck to my cock head, my balls were coated in cum, unfortunately all mine, and my hands were now trembling. I looked at the wine glass as I poured the wine. I could barely hold it steady. I didn't know how the night (now early morning) would end up, but my cock was desperate. I then did something completely crazy. I un-zipped my slacks and lowered mom's wine glass. Next, I held the rim against the tip of my cock and turned it, making sure my cock touched every inch of the rim. I grinned as I thought of her lips touching the same glass that my cock touched. Oh, yeah. I was crazy as hell.

I took my crazy ass outside and joined mom. I grinned as I handed her the glass by its stem.

"Thank you baby. Have I told you lately that I love you?" Delilah asked as she brushed my cheek with her delicate fingers before taking a sip of wine. I grinned as her tongue slid around the lip of the wine glass.

"Yeah...you tell me all the time mom. I love you, too." Then stupidly, "Maybe too much."

Mom gave me that look. You know, that thousand yard stare thing. Like she saw me but not really? Naturally, I was petrified. Why did I say that?

The early morning fog that typically rolls into the coast began to make her look like she was disappearing. I was in a trance, but remember her words.

"Sit down with me baby. Let's have a good talk shall we?" Oh, hell no.

"Uh, what do you want to talk about?" I asked nervously as my hand shook trying to put the cigarette in my lips.

Delilah sat and grabbed my hand. "Come here baby." I don't know what she was feeling, but I knew exactly what I felt as she squeezed my hand and pulled me to the wicker sofa. I was ready for some hot action. I still tasted Carrie on my lips, and that was no help.

The cushions were slightly damp against my ass, a result of beachfront living, but I sat as mom requested.

"Yes mom? What is it?"

Please don't ask about Carrie.  

"Your remark. Maybe you love me, too much? Why do you say that Garrett?" Mom only calls me Garrett when she's pissed. I had no clue how to answer so I didn't.

"A young man can't love his mother too much. There's nothing like a mother's love baby." Delilah brushed my hair from my forehead which only added to my confusion.

"Mom...see...the problem is.." I just couldn't say it.

"What baby? There's no problem between you and I. Never has been and never will be." I felt her wet lips against the edge of my mouth. Mom had kissed me softly and gently as she stroked my hair.

I was going crazy. Filled with lust and desire beyond my wildest dreams, I stuttered, "Mom...it's just that...well...I have feelings for you." There. I said it. I braced myself for her reply.

"Feelings? What kind of feelings?" Mom took the cigarette from my lips and dragged on it before flipping it to the sea.

"Bad ones. You...you arouse me mom. I'm sorry, but you do. I can't help it. It's not just love. It's lust. I want you so bad. I'm no good."

"Oh, baby...don't say that. I have feelings for you, too. Wicked, evil thoughts creep in my head every time you come home. You are a stunning young man. Powerfully built with movie star looks. I get so jealous when I see women my age fawning over you and flirting with you. I'm a woman. You arouse me, too. You excite me. I love you more than any man alive...even your father. But, Garrett...baby we just have to accept that there's nothing we can do about it. At least, now its out in the open."

I bundled her in my arms and kissed her neck. A soft moan escaped her plum lips.

"Baby...don't." She turned her head from me.

"Mom...please. You're killing me." I couldn't stop myself. I lifted her chin with my finger and kissed her warm mouth. It was a long, slow kiss on the lips. Mom's lips were creamy and tasted like cherries. My cock pressed hard against my zipper.

Our mutual moans vibrated in my mouth. I had never been so hot.

 A soft whisper touched my lips."Mmm. Garrett. We mustn't."

I felt her resistance was low. Hell, mine was non existent.

My hand slipped through her unbuttoned blouse and rubbed her perky tits. Mom was small. Almost fragile.They felt like I had imagined. Like velvet. Smooth and supple. Her puffy nipples became rigid as I pinched them softly.

"Oh God baby...please don't do this." Mom sobbed as she laid her head against my chest.

I hated to stop, but I knew I had to. I pulled my hand from her tits and said, "Okay...I understand. You're right of course. I'm sorry mom. I don't know what I was thinking."

I stood and walked to the handrail and looked out at the grey sea. Pissed or disappointed?

The next thing I knew, she was next to me unbuttoning my shirt. My cock twitched. Then I felt her fingers running across my chest. I was shocked when I felt her mouth on my right nipple. Her soft moans had me dizzy with excitement. My nipple became as hard as my cock. I stroked her hair as she sucked and nibbled. Her other hand slid to my groin. I reached down and un-zipped my slacks. My cock sprang free.

Our open mouths found each other in the fog and finally I got to taste my mother's mouth. I was delirious as we kissed passionately. We tongue fucked each others mouth as I felt her tiny hand on my shaft. I loved the way she stroked and kissed me. Cum was leaking and running over her fingers. She put them to her wet lips and tasted my cum with the tip of her tongue. More cum seeped out as she bent down and began kissing and licking my cock. Her other hand cupped and squeezed my balls.

I caressed her hair as she took the full length of me to the back of her throat. Then she nursed on it...suckled it gently. My hand rode the back of her head as she bobbed up and down on my unbelievably stiff prick. I reached down for her pussy as she opened her legs and put one foot on the handrail. I was surprised that she wore no panties. I used four fingers to rub her slippery slit. My middle finger slipped inside and curled up. I wanted to find her g-spot.

I found the tiny patch about two inches in. It had the texture of a walnut and felt warm and wet. I massaged it slowly as mom continued sucking my cock.

My cock was going wild as mom moaned against my shaft. I dropped my slacks to the deck so she had more access. Her tiny pussy began to trickle. My cock began to swell as her warm pussy clamped tight. I knew she was on the edge and so was I.

"Make me cum baby. I want to cum for you. " Mom asked as she looked up at me. I loved the way her saliva mixed with my cum dripped from her lips.

I undid her dress and let it fall to the deck then began fingering her warm pussy rapidly. My middle finger brushed her g-spot as my thumb rubbed her swollen clit. It didn't take long for her to gush! Mom's warm cum splashed against my bare skin which made my cock begin squirting violently in her mouth. Mom moaned as my cum filled her mouth and began seeping from the edges.

I fucked her mouth hard as her knees buckled. I lifted her to the handrail and kissed her cum soaked mouth. Her legs opened again allowing me to step in tight. I pushed my dripping cock in her pussy. It squished and squirted as it stretched her pussy and went in deep.

"Oh my God baby!" My naked mother was now impaled on my big cock screaming my name with each thrust. Never have I had such pleasure. I held her ass with both hands and fucked her. I felt her arms tight around my neck, her open mouth gasping for air next to my neck, her legs now wrapped tight around my ass. It was heaven.

Delilah pulled from our wet kiss and leaned back and rolled her hips to match mine. Over and over we threw our hips at each other until we couldn't take anymore.

"Garrett! Baby! Oh God!" Mom sobbed at our mutual climax. My knees buckled as my cock shot stream after stream deep inside my mother. Mom's cunt just poured. I had never seen so much fluid come out of a woman before!

Delilah began to shake and quiver as I held her tight and pulled her off the handrail. I bundled her in my arms, kicked my slacks from my feet and carried her inside. I laid her on the plush sofa and started for the bathroom to turn on the shower and get mom a washcloth to dry herself.

Suddenly, the front door flew open and there stood Carrie. With mom and I both naked, it didn't leave much to the imagination, but Carrie grinned as she lit a cigarette and exhaled over her shoulder.

"Hmm. It's nice down here at this time of the morning. I needed some fresh air and thought the ocean breeze would be just the thing."

I was shocked that she didn't say a word about mom and I being naked. I went in the bedroom and grabbed dad's bathrobe and slipped it on. Then I found mom's and carried it out to her. By then, Carrie was sitting on the sofa next to mom.

Mom stood as I slipped the fluffy bathrobe over her soft shoulders then answered Carrie.
 
"Funny. We thought the same thing." Then Delilah turned to me and said, " Baby, get your sister a glass of wine while I speak with her.."

I nodded and went in the kitchen as my mother and sister went out on the deck. I'm not sure what they talked about, but when they came back in, Carrie took a few sips of wine, then left without saying a word.

Naturally, I looked at mom who simply smiled and said, "Now dear...where were we?"