How Traditions Start – part 8 - Sex Stories

How Traditions Start – part 8

How Traditions Start – part 8

An original story by Starrynight

I would like to start with a special thanks to Dudley Dowrong for his inputs and comments after each story in the series. Your reviews were much appreciated and implemented in the following chapter. Any comments and suggestions are welcome and will only help making my stories better.

Enjoy:

A sleepy smile formed upon Jack's handsome face as he slowly entered consciousness. At first, he was sure it was just a dream, a hot perverse sex dream involving his mother and himself. His cock was hard in his pants and he slithered his right hand to it as he opened his eyes. The moment his hand touched his morning erection everything came rushing back.

Jack stared up at the ceiling with disbelief as the events of the previous night played around in his head. He still had a hard time believing it happened. It was his own mother, he thought as a flush crept over his body, making his already hard cock twitch in his hand as recalled every nasty detail of their taboo encounter. He could clearly remember the image of his mother's naked body, the way her mouth felt engulfing his erect penis, the way she tasted as he devoured her pussy and the divine warmth that filled him when he pushed his manhood deep inside her vagina for the first time.

Jack pulled his boxers down to his knees while still on the bed and wrapped his hand around his cock. He started pumping it slowly to the memory of the previous night. He closed his eyes, his breathing turning heavier, and masturbated. He thought about his mother's moans as they made love to each other, and started going faster, letting out a small moan as precum started oozing from his penis. Jack continued until he felt his release coming on, then started stroking his hand along his cock as fast as he could, stifling a moan as his orgasm finally took hold of him.

"Jack?" a female voice called from outside his bedroom door as his cock erupted, squirting the first load of spunk onto his stomach. Jack tried to speak, still excitedly jerking his cock as the orgasm surged with full force through his body, but all that came out was a loud groan of pleasure. "Jack?" she said once again as to his horror, his bedroom door opened, and his sister walked in on him wanking his spurting cock.

"Molly! Get out!" Jack finally managed to say in a shaking voice. He painfully stopped stroking his cock, despite his body screaming at him to continue. He tried covering himself with his hands and looked at his sister embarrassed while his cock continued ejaculating with unpleasurable frustration.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry" Molly said and quickly averted her eyes, but it was too late, she had already seen her brother's squirting member as she came into his room. "I just came to wake you up. It's almost noon." She said while blocking her view of him with her hand.

"Get out!" Jack called out, his voice shaking part from the embarrassment and part from the orgasm ...