The Hole in the Attic Pt. 02

"I thought you'd never show up," she said, putting the book away. "And you're dressed perfectly for the occasion," she murmured, watching me walk naked across the room.

"As I hoped you would be for me." Maggie flipped the covers back to reveal her stunningly beautiful naked body. She had showered and removed all her makeup and was my big sister again. But I knew the other Maggie was still in there. The Maggie who loved feeling my big cock stretch her tiny pussy.

She stood up, and we moved into each other's arms. Our lips met in one of the most passionate kisses we had ever shared. I wonder if there might be a bit of friction between Maggie and Bubba.

"Oh my god, Jimmy, you feel so good against my skin. Our naked bodies together again. I've missed this big fella here," she said as she squeezed my hard cock.

"Are you sure, Maggie? If Mom or Dad catch us together, there can be a lot of repercussions; not to mention what Bubba may have to say about it."

She nodded. "I know Jimmy. I know what I need right now. I wouldn't have given you a signal at dinner if I wasn't in serious need of your big cock. I want to be with you right now. I always want to be your sister AND your part-time lover."

I lowered my big sister to the bed and eased between her soft thighs. I needed to be inside her. I needed her just as much as she needed me. After being ignored all week by Mom, I was horny out of my mind. I lowered my head between Maggie's thighs, but she pulled me back up for a kiss.

"Now, Jimmy, now. Make love to me now. I want you deep inside me."

"Can I eat your pussy first, Sis?"

"Later maybe, I need you inside me now!" she growled.

Our eyes locked as I pushed into her tight pussy. Her lips parted, and a long breathy mew came out, and my cock throbbed. Her soft thighs wrapped around me and locked me in place. I plunged deep into my sister. She slowly blinked, and her eyes were heavily lidded.

"Oh Jimmy, it seems like forever since you stretched me like this. I've never been so...."

"I love you too, Maggie, and I've missed being with you. So, don't talk, just fuck me like crazy. We have a lot of fucking to make up."

We kissed passionately. Maggie shoved her tongue so far in my mouth I think she touched my tonsils. Then planted her feet on the bed and pushed her pelvis up as I pushed down into her hot wetness. She met me stroke for stroke. Our bodies loudly slapped together. So loudly, I was afraid Mom and Dad might hear us from the other side of the house. Maggie's sharp nails dug into my back, causing pain and pleasure. It was all I could do not to dump my load right then.

Maggie shifted her hips, and we rolled until she was on top, riding my cock. I took her bouncing tits in my hands and pinched her nipples. She ground down, threw her head back with a guttural wail. I had forgotten how wild she became just before her first orgasm.

"Harder, Jimmy, harder!" She squealed as she banged her clit against my pubic bone.

I pinched her nipples, and while her tits bounced, I pulled at her nipples. My sister loved pain-pleasure too. She leaned over and dropped a nipple in my mouth. I knew exactly what she wanted, so I bit down and nibbled on her sensitive nipple. I tugged with my teeth. She rocked and ground down harder on my cock. My cock rubbed her clit right where she wanted in this position, and it wasn't long until she shuddered and her cunt clamped hard on my cock. At the same time, I intensified the nipple play. My sister can cum with just nipple play alone.

"Oh god yeahhhhhhhhhhhhh Jimmyyyyyyyyyyyyy," she moaned.

The tight clenching of her pussy on my cock sent me over the edge. I held her hips in place with my hands, drove as deep as possible, and poured my hot semen into her cunt. Maggie squealed in delight and fell breathlessly to my side. I pulled her into my arms.

"Maggie, you are so special," I said as we lay sweating and panting together.

"I love you, Jimmy. I love you as my little brother, and I love you as my very skilled lover."

"And that's why you're unique, Maggie. You are my wonderful big sister and my special lover too."

"Oh my God, Jimmy. I truly don't believe I can live without your wonderful cock occasionally."

"Will Bubba share you, or will he be jealous?"

"Bubba is gone on a road trip most of the time, and there is no reason he should ever know about us.

That night was one of our many times together over the following year. The coming holidays especially were fun. We even got together in the months before Maggie got married, as we knew that our loving times together had to end soon. But that last night before her wedding day was the time we finally did anal together. No regrets and lots of happy memories together. I was sad Maggie would be in the past, but I knew Mom was my primary quest in the future.

Maggie flew home on Sunday, and Bubba was there to greet her. We all resumed our everyday routines on Monday. I was back in classes at Emory, and Mom was back to her duties as vice-principal. I couldn't help but wonder how often Becky, Mom's very personal-personal assistant, was called upon to service Mom's needs. I used that thought for masturbation fodder practically all week. I couldn't wait to get back home to Mom for the weekend. My balls were already starting to throb.

Saturday afternoon finally rolled around. Mom didn't meet me in the driveway or at the back door either. I wondered if our weekend had been called off, and I didn't get the message. I also hoped she wasn't going to ignore me as she did during Thanksgiving week.

"Hello," I called as I entered the garage. "Anybody home?"

"In the kitchen," Mom answered. I walked in and immediately noticed Mom had on tight shorts and a tee shirt. She was also barefoot and looked sexy as hell. She appeared as sexy as a teenage girl in that outfit. Mom cast a glance over her shoulder and smiled at me. As she turned to face me, I couldn't help but see that she was braless, and her nipples were standing out like little pebbles.

Now when I look at my mom, I notice specific things about her. I see she is poised and elegant. I admire the curves of her body. Her boobs are magnificent. Her waist is tiny, and her butt is full and round. My mother has a gorgeous face. Her full lips and high cheekbones compliment her stunning green eyes. She never wears too much makeup, and she doesn't need much if any. Her long luxurious hair frames her face perfectly. Since going off to college, I have come to see my Mom as a sexy woman, not just someone to fantasize about while jerking off. Sure, I had seen all those things before, but they didn't have the impact they do now because earlier, I had been concentrating only on her tits or ass.

"Dad's gone to the store to get some more beer. He'll be right back."

She turned back to the counter and continued with what she was doing. I followed the article's advice and walked up behind her, and encircled her waist with my arms. I kiss her on the nape of her neck. I felt a shiver pass through her, and chill bumps rose on her arms. Her nipples were still hard and poked against her shirt.

"Mmmmm... Thank you, honey. I thought I might have hurt your feelings by ignoring you last week while Maggie was here."

I watch Mom's eyes as the article advised. And just like it had said she would, Mom's eyes unconsciously drop to my crotch area and then up to my eyes before turning back to the sink. I misinterpreted that as an invitation, so I twirled her around to face me and made the first move, quickly moving to kiss her. She turned her head away, placed her hand on my chest, and pushed me away.

"Careful, honey," she whispered. "I mean it. Your Dad has been gone a while, and he'll be back soon."

I reluctantly stepped back to say something, but we heard Dad's car in the drive. Both of us jumped like a bolt of lightning had hit us.

"Go! " Mom urged as she pushed me away. "Go into the den, turn the tv on and see if you can find a football game."

She hurried over to the stove and started puttering with something. I knew why she did that. She didn't want Dad to see her diamond-hard nipples when he came in the door. That would be difficult to explain away. Mom's hard nipples coupled with my throbbing cock would be more than enough to arouse suspicions.

"Hi, Jimmy. Your visits are becoming so regular you may want to move back in here," Dad laughed.

I blushed and said, "I don't mean to wear out my welcome, Dad."

"Charlie, shut your mouth," Mom interrupted, "I go out of my way to get Jimmy to come home regularly, and I don't want you making him think he is not welcome.

"I was only kidding the boy, Betty!"

"Well, don't kid like that anymore. Go fire up the grill so we can get on with dinner," Mom said as she pushed Dad toward the door to the patio.

Mom planned for us to have steaks again that night, and Dad was to grill them outside. So, when I heard the patio door slide open, I went into the kitchen and stood by Mom at the sink so we could both watch him cook; Dad's back was to us. I put my arm around Mom, and she snuggled against me. Her boobs were pressing against the side of my chest.

"I mean it, Jimmy," Mom whispered. "Don't you ever let your Dad see you doing anything remotely sexual to me."

"Oh, I won't, Mom. I don't have any death wishes."

After dinner, we retired to the den to watch a movie. Dad sat in his recliner, and I sat on the couch. Mom usually sat in her wingback chair, but tonight she joined me on the couch.

A few minutes into the movie, I move closer to Mom, and the bare skin of my right thigh makes contact with the bare skin of my Mom's left thigh. I find that skin-to-skin contact with Mom exhilarating. Everything is fine until I become aware of the heat generated from Mom's body near my body. There is a slight tingling in my groin. I pray that the stirring in my gym shorts doesn't grow into a full-fledged boner. I feel things may become somewhat embarrassing if my Mom notices my dick getting hard. After a while, my cock settles into a semi-hard bulge. Then I decide that the lump is probably a good thing because the article had said women could get turned on when a man gets an erection in their presence. Especially if they think they caused the erection.

There is a hot love scene taking place on the TV, and I notice my Mom's breathing is more substantial than usual. She is also pressing her thigh harder against my thigh. I wonder if she is aware, or is it an unconscious action. I use my peripheral vision to watch her breasts rise and fall. Her nipples poke against the thin fabric of her polo shirt and become very apparent. The internet article implied that casual touching promotes erotic thoughts when a woman is in an evident arousal state.

I am convinced that her heavy breathing and erect nipples are ample proof she is in a state of arousal, but how can I use that to my advantage? I wanted to check the internet to see what I should do next, but that would be ludicrous. Seducing a woman is all new to me.

I cunningly place my right hand on Mom's bare thigh just above her left knee. She immediately put her hand on my hand, gives it a gentle squeeze, and holds it in place. I feel my cock twitch and my bulge growing. Moments later, I feel a rush of confidence and try to move my hand a bit further up Mom's thigh, but she holds my hand firmly in place. She never takes her eyes off the TV screen and doesn't indicate that she thinks my hand is out of place on her thigh. My cock is disturbingly hard and needs to be adjusted, but my Mom continues to hold my hand firmly in place on her thigh. I can hear my heart beating in my ears and wonder if my Mom can hear it.

There is a commercial break in the movie, and I rush to the guest bathroom down the hall to relieve the pressure building in my balls. It only takes three strokes to load the toilet with my sperm. I stare in the mirror at myself and wonder if it's my imagination or if my mother is okay with me touching her intimately. When I return to the family room, Mom has changed into her sleeping attire and is back on the sofa. Mom has on her white thigh-length terrycloth robe. The movie resumes, and Mom cuddles against my shoulder. She presses her braless tit against my arm and positions her head on my shoulder. I take immediate notice of her breast resting against my arm and wonder if she's doing it innocently or to tease me. My teenage hormones have me so confused I can't separate fact from fantasy.

Mom loops her arm through my arm, and her braless left breast is resting against my right arm. I wonder what she is wearing under the robe. Is it a sexy negligée? Is she nude? I can feel myself getting hard again. I make a quick adjustment, then casually slide my hand back on Mom's thigh. This time she appears as though she doesn't notice my hand's placement and concentrates on the movie. After what I think is a reasonable linger, I furtively advance my hand up her thigh a couple of inches and give it a gentle squeeze. Mom doesn't react at all to my slight encroachment. My heart is beating so loud I'm afraid everyone in the room can hear. My heart begins to race. I take a deep breath and inch my hand a bit further. Mom emits a low, almost inaudible moan and snuggles closer to me.

"Oh my God, she is going to let me ease my hand up to her pussy," I think to myself. The exhilaration I'm experiencing is overwhelming. My throat tightens, and I feel as though I may not be able to take my next breath. I become light-headed and feel as if I may pass out. I glance over at my Dad to make sure he is not aware of my hand on Mom's thigh. Dad is too engrossed in the movie to notice.

I take a deep breath, hold it for a second before releasing it slowly. I compose myself and glance around the room. Everyone, including my Mom, appears to be glued to another love scene on the TV screen. I make a bold decision and move my hand the final few inches and touch my Mom's wet panties with the backside of my hand. She stiffens and gasps. I feel her eyes burrowing into my face. She places her hand on my hand, holding it firmly against her wet vagina. Mom pauses a few seconds that seem much more like minutes. I'm almost sure she will leave my hand resting against her panty-covered pussy, but then she casually moves my hand to my own lap. She lovingly pats the back of my hand and gives me a quick peck on the cheek, and goes back to watching the movie as if nothing had happened. We sat like that for the rest of the movie. I knew Mom liked it when Becky licked and fingered her pussy, so I thought maybe she would let me finger her and maybe lick her after tonight. Just the thought of that kept me hard throughout the movie. I'm drowning in embarrassment. I can feel the heat from my face turning red. I wonder what I should say to Mom if anything.

The movie ran a little late. When it was over, Dad stood up, stretched, and yawned while saying, "That's it for me, guys. I'm going to bed. Will we see you next weekend, Jimmy?" He was walking toward his bedroom as he spoke.

"Wild horses couldn't keep me away, Dad," I answered, maybe a little too zealously, and laughed. Mom jumped up and pulled my hand to make me get up.

"You'd better go, too, Jimmy. It's late, and I'm getting too old to stay up much later."

Luckily Dad was halfway down the hall to his bedroom and didn't notice my raging hard cock. Mom glanced at my bulge and giggled. I watched Dad head to his bedroom before releasing the breath I was holding. When he had gone, Mom took my hand and led me to the back door. She didn't say a word but kissed me platonically on my cheek. I tried to pull her in for a better kiss, but she backed up and pushed me away.

"Too fast, honey," she whispered. "I'm scared. You'd better get yourself back to your dorm before I lose my head and we do something we may both regret."

What the hell did that mean? I wasn't moving nearly as fast as she had last weekend or as fast as I wanted. But my unofficial rule was, make the women ask for it. If slow were what Mom wanted, that would have to be okay with me; as long as it got us where I wanted to be. Besides, she wasn't a young girl who teased and teased. No, Mom is a mature woman. She is my Mother, and I just asked her to do something she had maybe never even considered. She was right to slow things down. I protested her reluctance, of course, but she wouldn't have it. I was almost to the point of begging her. I was panting like a dog as she pushed me toward the door.

"Maybe you could work us into your schedule again next weekend, sweetheart?" She said as though nothing unusual had just happened.

"Oh, yeah," I said and leaned forward, trying to kiss her lips this time. "I love you. I really do, Mom."

"Oh, I know you do, honey," she said. "Believe me, I know. I'll see you next weekend?"

I nodded my okay. Mom did not walk me to my car. I looked back at the house as I settled in my car. Mom was already turning off the lights. A tinge of jealousy shot through me. Mom was rushing to fuck the hell out of Dad after I spent the whole evening stroking her libido to a fevered pit. The entire drive back to my dorm, I could imagine her long legs wrapped around Dad, and he was reaping the benefits of my labor. I wanted to cry.

It didn't take me long to get back to Emory because the traffic was light at that time of night. I went straight to my dorm room and stripped naked for bed. I crawled under the sheets and held my right hand to my nose. I could smell my Mom's wetness on the back of my hand. It only took a few strokes on my swollen cock to gain relief. I cleaned up the mess and then dozed off into a restful slumber.

I was horny most of the following week. I masturbated nightly, thinking of how close I'd come to touching my Mom's vagina. As much as I wanted to, I couldn't go home the following weekend because we were nearing finals for my first semester. I had to devote more time to studying. I had to keep my grade point averages up if I expect to keep my scholarship. All that changed when Dad called mid-week and asked if I would make an extra effort to come home for the weekend. He was going camping and hunting in the mountains with some friends he had met at the country club, and he didn't want Mom at home alone all weekend.

I had never known Dad cared for camping or hunting. I was so excited when Friday finally came. After my last class, I threw some clothes and toiletries in my bag and headed for home. I didn't want to jinx things by assuming too much, but I did pack condoms and lube. You know, just to be on the safe side.

When I pulled into the driveway and observed the garage door open, and Dad was loading gear into the back of his Jeep Cherokee. There was no sign of Mom. I had never seen Dad dressed in hunter's camouflage. He looked like a real mountain man.

"Well, don't you look resilient and adventurous?'' I remarked.

"I was going more for the rugged outdoorsman look, I guess. Some of my friends from the country club want to introduce me to wilds. We're going to a place near the Tennessee-Georgia state line known to be rich with all kinds of wildlife. Maybe I'll get lucky and come home with a big buck. Wouldn't that be great if I got lucky with a big buck?"

"Hell, yeah, Dad," I said. "That would be luck if you bagged a big buck your first try!"

And it would be real luck for me if I got a big fuck from Mom on my first try, I thought to myself.

"Go on in and say hello to your Mom," Dad said. "I'm about loaded, and then I'm shoving off. I'm sorry to leave you like this, son, but I don't want to be late."

"Yep, Dad, you don't want to be late, okay," I answered. "We want you to bag that big buck!, Dad."

I rushed into the house, dropped my bag at the backdoor, and found Mom in the den. She was wearing tight shorts and a knit polo shirt. She obviously had a bra on under her shirt. I supposed that was for Dad's benefit. Best not to needlessly arouse his suspicions. Oh my God, she looked sexy. She rushed to me and fell into my arms.