I made a lousy bet with my brother, but it was my mother who got the better of it.

July 2007 started tense at home. I was 18 years old at the time, and I was spending the mid-year holidays locked up at home with my mom and my brother, because my dad cut our allowances and took my mom's credit card, saying that we were spending too much, but the month that started out boring turned out to be a lot of fun, and eventually, my brother and I, stuck at home with a lot of accumulated stamina, started climbing and didn't stop. Whorehousing rolled loose at every opportunity to be alone. We usually had sex at night after our parents went to sleep, but every once in a while, we'd get a little more adventurous and roll a blow job or a hand job in the TV room while my mom cleaned the house. The riskiest day was on a Friday, when I was washing dishes and Douglas came up behind me rubbing his hard roll on my ass. Stop it, Douglas, your mother will see... She's in her room resting. She always takes a nap after lunch. He began to kiss my neck as his hands squeezed my breasts from under the top. Oh, Doug, it's too dangerous in here. You're gonna say something you don't want to say, Sarah? "Do you like my boobs, Doug?" I asked, turning to face him. He lifted my top, releasing my breasts. Shit, Sarah, I love your boobs! My brother started sucking on my breasts, sucking and nibbling on my nipples, sucking on my nipples like milk was coming out. "Fuck, Sarah, look how you're leaving me", he said, pulling down his shorts and throwing his hard-on out. You know I can't resist... And as I said that, I turned my back on him again, and I pulled down my shorts and my panties, and I pulled my ass up, and I pulled my ass up against my brother's dick, and Douglas squeezed my crotch hard, and then he grabbed me from behind, and he pressed his body against mine, and he grabbed my crotch hard, and he squeezed me, and with his stick between my buttocks, he went back and forth. Hurry up, Doug, before Mom wakes up. I knew you'd be crazy to give it to me. Yeah, Doug, I'm your bitch, you can fuck me whenever you want. My little dog's always a little wet for my break-in, isn't she? That's it, Doug, punch that stick in your little doggie! Douglas stuck the dope in my booty from behind and started bombing. Oh, what a tasty prick, Doug! You like your man's cock, don't you, Safada? <unk> I love to feel your roll hitting my shin... Perverted bitch, you love to give your big brother a little squeeze, don't you? I couldn't answer, because Douglas started pumping very loudly. I was about to mock when we heard a noise. My brother quickly came out of me and hid his dick inside his shorts. I arranged my clothes in a hurry. To disguise it, I started washing the dishes again. Douglas sat next to me drying the dishes, facing the counter to hide the erection. "All right, Douglas, you're finally helping your sister tidy up the kitchen", my mother said as she walked in. Sarah, I thought you were done. I just stopped by to watch Angelica's show. I don't know how you put up with that video game. My mother began to clean the stove as she did every afternoon. I was very nervous, wondering if she had suspected something. I think that if she had seen something, she would have fainted. As she reacted normally, she might not have noticed anything at all. That night, my mother prepared her specialty for dinner, a lasagna bolognese. We waited for my father for almost an hour before eating, but he did not arrive until after eleven, saying that he had already had dinner at his grandmother's house. He was smelling of alcohol. He must have been at the bar drinking with his brother. When he saw the lasagna in the refrigerator, he began to complain: You made lasagna again, Miriam? But you love my lasagna! You're losing your hand. The boys loved it. Of course, you fill it with cheese... do you know how much is a kilo of mussels? Eita, do you want to save up for dinner now? Misery, Miriam? Misery? I languish in the office every day while you sit here in the good good, spending all my money. I give this life to you, who do not thank me for anything I do. I resented my father for saying those things. He didn't recognize all the work that my mother had to do to take care of the house. She cooked three meals a day, cleaned the house, washed and ironed. This, in addition to all the dedication she had to take care of me and my brother when we were children. It was very unfair for my father to say that she didn't help at all and just enjoyed herself, when in fact it was he who took his own work in stride, arriving late, leaving early, never progressing in the job that his grandfather had arranged for him. While my father was snoring in the living room, I went into my mother's room to talk to her, who was still a little weeping. Is everything all right, mother? My daughter, you know, don't you? Dad doesn't have the right to talk like that, Mom. Yes, my child, what consoles me is that at least you recognize that. We embraced, and after a long pause, I mustered up the courage to ask, Why did you marry Dad? She took a deep breath and looked at me as if she were pondering what I was going to say. It was a very different time, I didn't have much choice, our families knew each other, and he already had a steady job, so it was the safest decision. But you were in love with him? Sarah, I could never afford to fall in love. Again we were silent for a long time. Did you ever think of separating from him? Who's gonna want me when I'm that old? You're so pretty, you don't even look like you're 45. My mother laughed. Seriously, Mom, has there ever been a guy who messed with you? What the hell, Sarah, I'm a married woman! <unk> Mom, please, will you talk that you still have sex with dad!? My daughter, what audacity is this? I'm an adult now, and you know I've had experiences... Actually, your father hasn't touched me in over a year. And you think he has another one? I've thought about it, but I've never seen anything concrete. We both laughed. Look, Mom, I think you should get a guy, even if it's just to get laid. I would never betray your father. Then at least buy a vibrator, mother. I already have that! I said good night to my mother, satisfied with our conversation. At least she opened up to me a little and took off the armor of a decent woman that she always wears. Without wasting time, I went straight to my brother's room to sit on his roll. After the fuck, lying on his chest, I began to think about my mother and the wasted life she lived. She had married a loose man, who did not eat her and was not even able to provide the comfort she expected. I wondered if she had ever been fucked by a real macho, a guy who took her to the extreme pleasure, as Douglas did with me. Sometimes I feel sorry for Mom, you know, Doug? It's... so am I. It's hard to see her so sad. Not just today, he's always doing these things. Yeah, well, he's a loser, and he's always picking on us to make himself feel superior. You know what I think, Doug? Douglas was laughing. I'm serious, she needs to enjoy life, she still has everything. She looks a lot younger than my friends' moms. Yeah, I think Pilates really works, and meanwhile, Daddy looks like an old man falling to pieces. "She deserves a much better guy", said my thoughtful brother. Maybe we can work something out with that new neighbor from 502. It could be... Douglas paused for a long moment and then continued: <unk> Or maybe, I can do that job myself... Sounds like it, Doug, but the mommy, she's such a prude, she's gonna fuck her own son? I don't know if she's that modest. What do you mean? <unk> I once saw her sniffing my funny underwear. Sometimes she'd just check to see if she was dirty. No, she'd be pinching her panties on her nose and blowing off steam. When was that? I thought it was weird at the time, but then I forgot, and now that I think about it, sometimes I think she's eating my roll just like you do. You see, kid, you're traveling, Mommy would never look at you like that. <unk> I don't know no. You're my sister and you've got a hard-on for me. Why wouldn't Mommy have it? She's inside that house all day and Daddy doesn't give a shit. Her hard-on must be too much. She must be crazy to give it to me, just like you were. Don't be so convinced, boy, I don't know what you're thinking. You want to bet I can fuck Mommy? If I fuck her, you give me your phone. You bet! The idea of my brother fucking my mom worried me, but at the same time it made me horny, it was something so crazy and forbidden that it had a strong attraction for me, and deep down I wanted that perversion to happen, and more than that, I wanted to be a part of it. In the days that followed, my brother behaved like a true prince. He was the perfect son. He did everything that my mother always asked him to do. He took out the trash without her having to tell him, helped me clean the kitchen, put the old clothes in the wardrobe and, most of all, kept her company. Instead of spending the whole afternoon on the computer, he spent time talking and laughing with her. I just watched, fully aware of his ulterior motives. The next Friday, we didn't wait for my dad to come to dinner, knowing that he was usually late that day. After we ate, my brother made some caipirinhas and put the ABBA CD on the micro system. We drank and danced. Clearly, my mother was feeling happier that week. The way my brother acted certainly changed her mood. She was relaxed and even excited. My brother didn't stop preparing the caipirinhas. As the night passed, my mother became quite single. They danced more and more clinging. My brother turned my mother doing steps of the 70's. He took the opportunity to pass his hand on her body and stick to her. My mother seemed to be having a lot of fun. It was more than nine o'clock and my brother proposed that we go to the living room to see a movie. He suggested that we watch Dirty Dancing, one of my mother's favorite movies. I said I was tired, and I went to my room with the intention of leaving them alone, and I let them spend a little time, and I went down the hallway to the TV room to spy on them, and I was going through the scene where the girl breaks into a party and comes across several couples dancing in a very sexy way. <unk> Damn, that one's rubbing all over her face. Look, he's even squeezing her ass. It's like an '80s funk dance", my brother said. My mother laughed and said: This dance is called merengue. It was very popular in the 1980s and 1990s. Did you dance like that, Mom? No, I never had a partner, your father never liked dancing. My brother then got up from the couch and held out his hand to her, inviting her. My mother took his hand, accepting the invitation. At first, he was joking around trying to roll like the guys in the movie. They got closer and closer until his arms were wrapped around Mom's waist and her arms were on Doug's shoulders. They both twitched their hips, now clinging to each other, to the beat of the music. Douglas looked deeply into Mom's eyes and gave her a kiss on the mouth. At first, she retaliated, but then she walked away saying, What was that, Douglas? Relax, Mom, we're just having a little fun. No, my son, that's very wrong. We're not hurting anyone, we're just having fun. Douglas grabbed her by the waist again and continued: You're so hot, I wanted to kiss you. Do you think I'm pretty, my son? Mom, you're so cute! You deserve to enjoy life more and have someone to take care of you. Dad doesn't know how to treat the woman he has. Your father hasn't kissed me like that in a long time. I can do a lot more than kiss, Mom. Douglas, why are you acting like this, my son? It's just that you've made me very horny and I want to make you happy, Mom. Upon hearing this, Mom gave Douglas a kiss, and they kissed intensely as my brother's hands explored her entire body. Your body is delicious, you know? Let me see you naked, Mom. Take off your clothes for me. Douglas sat on the couch while my mother remained standing, she took off her blouse and pants, leaving only lingerie, and at that moment, my brother started punching his dick over his pants. Do you want to see more? <unk> I want, mother, show your breasts, will you? She took off her bra and sat on Douglas' lap and he started sucking on her breasts. Shit, Mom, those tits are so hot! Oh, Doug, you always liked my breasts. My mother was rolling around in her panties on my brother, rubbing herself on his dick, and you could tell she was completely into it, and Douglas overpowered her in a matter of minutes, and she must have been crazy wanting to give it to him for a long time. Oh, son, I'm sensing something big and hard down here. <unk> Do you want to see what it is? My mother knelt in front of him. Show it to Mommy. Douglas lowered his bermuda and his underwear at the same time, releasing his poop. What a break, Doug! Is it bigger than Daddy's? Your father's looks like a little worm next to that thick thorax of yours. It's your turn to suck now, Mom. She stuck her dick in his. That's it, mother, suck my roll! Come on, son, put it in my mouth! Shit, Mom, talking like that, you sound like a whore... Do you like your whore mom swallowing her own son's stick? I love that. <unk> Then call me a bitch, my son, call me a whore. Doug started punching her hard in the mouth, and I could hear her choking on my brother's dick. So suck it up, you son of a bitch! My mother sat down on Douglas' lap again to kiss him, and he put his hand between her legs and said, Shit, your panties are all wet. Yeah, I drool when I'm horny. "My dad's a really loose freak", said my brother, putting his hand inside my mother's panties and then putting his fingers in his own mouth. "Delightful kiss, Mom. I want to suck it all". It was Douglas' turn to pay his mother a blowjob, and she was moaning loudly, as if she'd forgotten that I was home and that Dad could come any minute and catch them there. Suck my dick, you son of a bitch! She started twitching with pleasure. Oh son, you're leaving me all numb. I want to feel your pause inside me. Lying on her back on the couch, my mother spread her legs. That's it, Douglas, stick your dick in that little face that gave you birth. Oh, mother, what a delightful wet sketch. Now go, son, punch that stick in your mama. He started pumping harder. That's it, Douglas, fuck your mother's whore! Do you like my trumpet, you whore? Mommy's so proud to have a son who's quiet, meddlesome and knows how to fuck hot. Douglas began to punch faster and deeper with the mast up to the heel. Oh, son, you're too good, you know? Goza, you dirty piranha, is enjoying your son's cock. My brother took the stick out of his mouthpiece and started punching him frantically. He poured jets of cock, covering Mommy's body with milk from her belly to her breasts and her face. With her hands, she spread his cock all over her body taking it to her mouthpiece and her mouth. What a fucking treat, son, you made Mommy very happy. I left quickly, before I was caught spying, and went back to my room happy for my mother and excited about the possibility of a nice family fuck in the future.