"Happy birthday, dude," I told him, handing him his gift.

"Sis, our birthday is tomorrow," he reminded me, before taking it.

"I know, but I couldn't wait," I alerted him, before pecking his cheek. "And this is one not suited for other eyes, let's say."

He gave me a weird look and rose to me. "What does that mean?"

"Well, open it and you'll find out. I'm your twin-sister, so I know you."

He nodded and slowly glanced at my gift. I felt gitty to see him open it, but of course, I still worried he may not accept it.

"Are you kidding me?" he asked, opening the box. "Is this the pair?"

"The pair of panties you stole and masturbated with, yes," I giggled. "You don't need to jack off with them again, you do have me now. And no, I didn't wash them. I thought you'd prefer them that way."

"I do," he said, before kissing me. "Fuck, I love you, Angel. You are an angel."

"That's cheesy, but thanks. And you wanted to just do it once a week, but we've done it every day for a month straight. Every day, you've woken up next to me, and I dare you to tell me you've regretted it even once."

"I haven't, sis, but you never played fair. And there were a few days you were on your period."

"Not everything in life is fair. How is my fault you find me so attractive or I'm a woman?" I asked, before taking my underwear I gave him, and tossing it. "Aren't you glad I got on the pill?"

"I am, and I'm glad we're a couple," he told me, before kissing me.

"Oh, you must love me, you admitted that we're a couple?"

"Well, it's our 18th birthday, and I didn't have a secret gift to give you."

"i didn't want you to feel bad, and it's not like I paid for the gift. I don't think any other pair would mean as much, would they?"

"No."

"If you're willing to admit we're a couple, we should tell mom and dad. Well, you're serious about me. I can see it the way you look at me, Greg. We've had sex like 300 times, I've felt the love," I told him, taking his hands in mine. "You don't see someone you just want to fuck, but love too. Like you said when we started, I'm different from other women. You've shown me how important I am to you, and if mom and dad see it, they'd have to accept us."

"That's something to chew on, yes."

"I'm not saying to run to them now and tell them, but at some point. We love being with each other, both when we're naked and not. So, what do you say, do you want to tell mom and dad about us?"

"Um, maybe at some point like you said because if it's important to you, then we'll do it."

"Do you promise?"

"Yes, for you, I want to keep you happy."

"But you need to be happy too, though. You can't just go through with it for me, you gotta have the desire to tell them with me. You're my first, and I want this to last as long as possible, and whether or not we actually become a real couple is up in the air. I'm your sister, but you think of me as your girlfriend, right? And you don't want to lose me, but I'm not giving you an ultamintum. I would just like mom and dad to know that you're fucking me behind in the next room."

"Okay, Angel."

I kissed him. "You been with a few other ladies, have any of them even come close to me? No, because I give you more love than all of them combined, right? You want me in more ways than one, correct?"

"You mean as a girlfriend and sister?"

"That's a good way to put it."

"Well, which is more important, me being a sister or girlfiend?"

"What difference does that make, you'll want me to do the same thing either way."

"Do you think it won't be so hot if they know? You've been getting into my panties while they're in the dark, but if they know, will you become less attractive? Therefore, you won't want to sleep with me, and just be with me?"

"No, Angel, I think it's just a loaded concept telling them. We won't know how they will react, they may even want us out of the house. We're 18 now, so it's not the best idea."

"Neither was you stealing my underwear, but you can see where that got you," I reminded him, taking his hands in mine. "Now, let's have some brother/sister sex, and go tell them. Although, if you really are dead set against, just tell me. But I think they can handle it, you know. We don't know how long we'll be a couple, but let's at least let play off on its natural course," I suggested before kissing him. "You adore me, and I revel in us being together. So, we have to throw a wrench into our relationship to make sure it can take it. Now, I'm gonna take off my shirt and shorts here, leaving me in just my bra and thong here," I explained, before a gap where I did that. "And if they do like us being together, maybe they'll buy us a queen sized bed. Then we can still cuddle, but you'll have more room."

He nodded and calmly came to me. "I do like that idea," he muttered, getting on top of me. "You do like to hog the covers."

"Shut up and kiss me."

He pasted his lips to mine and I wrapped my arms around him. My thong was already getting rather wet, and I felt his hard on again. He pressed himself on me a bit and made me truly feel him. I loved him dearly, and he did the same.

I wanted something from him, but I wasn't gonna be pushy about it. I just wanted him more than comfortable. He also kissed me with purpose, and let me know how crazy he was about me. I felt the emotions getting stronger by the second.

After 5 minutes, he parted his lips. "I love you, Angel, so I'm at your mercy."

"You don't have to say it like that."

He kissed me again and leaned up off me. He calmly brought his hands to my back and quickly undid my bra. I felt gitty how well he did it, but he didn't even gawk at my tits. He pushed me bdown and grabbed the straps of my thong.

"Now you're naked," he pointed out. "And growing out your bush too. It's quite sexy on you."

"And you're such a kiss ass," I stigmatized him, before undoing his pants.

Then he took them off and I rose to my knees with him. I got his shirt off as well, and had him naked with me.

I grabbed his cock and stroked it. "Propose to me if you have to."

"What?"

"It was a joke, Greg," I confessed, before kissing him. "We can joke with each other, right? That didn't go out the window, did it?"

"No."

"Good, now fuck your sister," I dared him, turning around. "Stick it in there and feel free to cum, I'm still on the pill."

"Sis, I want to kiss you first."

"Oh, aren't you a romantic?" I asked, coming back to him. "You must be more than passionate about me if you're more interested in kissing me than fucking me. That's rare, don't you think?"

"Sis, I love you, but stop talking."

"And you have balls too," I added, prior to kissing him. "I love you just the way you are, all I want is for mom and dad to know about us. If they want us out, then I can say that'll only make me want you even more. I'm already clingy, so them i we can't have each other will just have the opposite effect. Do you feel the same about me?"

"Um, I guess, yes."

"You guess?"

"I mean yes," he muttered, blinking a few times.

"I have you flustered."

"You could say that."

"Would you ever think about being with another woman?"

"No, you're more than enough for me, Angel."

"Good, because you're more than enough for me too. Now do what you always do before we go to sleep, and fuck me," I commanded him, before turning around.

He wasted no time aligning his dick with my slit. He stuck it in there, and placed his palms on my butt. Once again, i got the serene taboo sensation of him fucking me. It was wrong, but very loving. He let it thrust in and out ever so slowly and he massaged my butt.

I kept my face forward for the time being and tried to deal with the pleasure. Even though we had sex so many other times, it was still fucked up but we both loved each other and the sex more than anything.

I was certain his cock was getting bigger, and even in that second, my pussy was already losing it. Nevertheless, I never threw in the towel so easily. He was always in the better position when it came to sex.

He was more sexually expienced, but he certainly made me more so. It was just different, but I was certain it was because he was my twin-brother. For that reason, he was still going slow with me and not pushing the envelope.

That didn't stop me from peeking at him and seeing him glance right back at me. He made sure to blow me a kiss, and I blew one right back to him. I saw the love in his eyes, and it told me how crazy he was about me.

He even clutched my butt cheeks and prepped me for more in the coming minutes. We both weren't shy about letting out the moans either. So we both let them out and began sweating our asses off too.

I saw the lusty look on his face, so he showed me if nothing else he was connected to me. He wasn't gonna let go of me to save his life, and he proved it a bit more when he diced to pull me up to him. He felt me up and kissed me again like he meant it.

We made out for over 2 minutes, all the while his dick was buried deep in my cunt. I had only been with him, but he still showed the deepest connections and love so I could only gather that he couldn't turn anything off.

Then he calmly let his lips drift. "You're one devilish woman, Angel."

"I know, now fuck me some more," I ordered him, prior to leaning forward. "Make my pussy sore, that I start crying."

"What is that, a joke?"

"No," I answered, turning back to him. "Unless you rape me, you're not gonna get in trouble for something sexual."

"Okay."

"You're nuts about me, I'm nuts about you, that's nothing to be ashamed of, Greg," I assured him, before kissing him. "Remember-"

"Mom and dad need to see that?" 

"Yes, but I was gonna say that we need to trust each other too. I trust you to treat me like a queen because you love me so much, and you trust me to love you for fucking so much."

"Sis."

"It was just a joke, dude. Am I not allowed to joke with you?"

"Well, you might be pushing the line, but yes, you're allowed to."

"Okay, I'm sorry for the shit jokes, but just love me unconditionally."

"That's fine," he told me, before pushing me down.

I felt my heart nearly explode because it was unexpected, but then he went down to my pussy. "If this doesn't prove how much I love you, then nothing will," he made clear, efore letting his tongue out.

"Oh, you sister fucker," I branded him, setting my palms on his head.

I couldn't even look his way, he blew me away and made me feel good with his tongue and lips. He transformed my muff before with his dick, but with his mouth and tongue, it was something else.

I pushed his face down a bit and ensured his entire face got wet. My juice was plummeting out, and he wasn't about to go easy on me. I tried to deal with hit the best I could, but it was out of this world in more ways than one.

I felt tears coming on my face feeling his tongue go all over my lips, and bush. I even tried imagining watching from the side and seeing him go to town on me. I could only envision that would only make me cherish actually feeling it more.

He pressed down on my thighs and prepped me for more. So, I forced myself to look his way. He wasn't even looking at me, he just focused himself on making me feel good, that was that. I jerked around a bit, but maintained my position the best I could.

I pulled his hair a bit, but he didn't mind. He was still way too focused on making me feel good. I wasn't sure how he could do so, but I had the actual pleasuring evidence right there. So, I gave him the all the proper responses, and let him have his fun.

"Yes, yes, yes, just like that, Greg. Oh, shit, you have some skills at woman pleasing, that's for sure."

Then he calmly climbed up to me. "Like I told you, you're different, sis."

"It's okay, I like being different," I stated, before kissing him for over a minute.

I wrapped my arms around him, and showed him the love right back. Although, he still wanted to make me feel good. So, after a moment, he slowly parted his lips and smiled at me as he pushed some hair out of my eyes.

"Was there something you wanted to say?"

"No, I'm good," he replied, before going to my tits.

He grabbed both of them and pushed them together. "Well, these are amazing."

"And you show them respect by cumming on them all the time?"

"Was that another joke?"

I nodded and he let his tongue out to my nipples. He instantly titillated me again and had me tingling. I felt his head with both palms and watched him make me feel good again. I foguth like hell to keep eye contact, but he wasn't making it easy.

"You prove to be such a sensual lover, Greg. I don't think I need to be with someone else to know how good you are. You're an amazing lover, and any woman to get into bed will be one lucky chick. Yes, give me that eye contact too, and make me love you even more. I want to know how much you love me, and make sure you show me that whenever we're together whether we're alone or not. I want to know how sincere you are about me, I'm the only sister you have, so you better treat me right."

He nodded again and continued to slather my nipples. I tried again to keep eye contact with him, but it was next to impossible. He moved his face back and forth a bit too, and showed me he not only knew things, but brought out new things in his passion just for me.

I felt my pussy leaking again and getting all over his stomach, and I was sure he was getting off on that too. It felt so good that it was nearly like a toothache, but going in the other direction. I felt all the thrills, and they were throbbing.

I still wasn't about to have him stop, but it nearly felt like he was begging me to. I shook around nonstop, and let more moans than ever before. Yet, he was going easy on me at all. He even sucked on my nipples a bit more and gave me the grandest suction I could dream of.

He even kissed my nipples a bit too, so he showed time and time again he was out there to make me love him unconditionally too. I was sure he proved that already, but he wanted to keep giving. So, I felt he shoved it in my face.

I felt loved, but by a lover with his head up there to some extent. Yet, that didn't stop me from pulling him to me again and kissing him. We made out like horny lovers for over 3 minutes, and we both encased our arms around each other.

We made out a million times before, but that time was different. i interupted him, but he didn't seem to mind, in fact, he loved it. I felt him press his lips on mine as hard a he could, so he proved he did have a big thing for me.

"Oh, I want to marry you, Angel."

"You do?"

"Shit, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that."

"I think you did, you're not only crazy about me, but you're in love with me, huh?"

"That doesn't freak you out, doe's it?"

"No, it makes me love you a little more," I told him, grabbing his cock. "And you'd rather cut this thing off than cheat on me. We're not officially a couple, but who are we kidding? You love me and I love you. We're both heavily invested in one another, and there's nothing really wrong with that. We're in a consquientual relationship, and that's all that matters. I say if you want to marry me, then propose, even if it won't mean anything legally. You could go after mom, but that would mean something because she's married."

"Okay, I understand, and damn you have soft hands."

"I know," I added, getting on my knees. "It's been a month, and you genuially want me? You don't want a woman you're not related to? Do us both a favor and say yes."

"Yes," he answered, feeling my butt. "You're one in a million," he added, before kissing me.

"I love you."

"I love you too, now cum for me," I ordered him, stroking his rod.

"Yes, sis."

We didn't break eye contact and I felt the serene joy and making him want to spew his white stuff right on my tits. He clutched my butt cheeks, and even kissed me a few times too. We both had the taboo notion going and it felt more than grand.

From one second to the next, I felt his seed blast out onto my moneymakers. I milked him for all he was worth and made sure he loved every second of it. He really squeezed my buttcheeks, and made me love it even more that way.

Once he was done, I peeked at my melons. "Thank you, Greg, that was sweet of you. Nothing like a good cumshot on my hooters."

He yanked me up and pasted his lips to mine again. I had to laugh a bit, but I let him run the show in making out with me passionately as possible. Over and over again, he made it clear that he was nuts about me, and nothing was gonna stop that.

"Fuck me, I love you, Angel."

"I love you too, Greg, but if you really when to prove that you love me, then feel me up now," I dared him, stroking his rod. 

He couldn't turn me down, so he pushed both of his full palms on my jugs. "I want to you fuck you every single day for the rest of my life."

"Be careful what you wish for, dude," I warned him, before kissing him. "You just might get it."

"i want it, I want you, sis."

I smiled and shed a few more tears. He had to wrap his arms around me and he didn't even feel my butt. So, we stayed together for a moment before he let go of me again.

Then I lowered myself to my stomach and placed my palms at the base of his cock. "Greg, be honest, do you think I'm a freak for watching mom and dad have sex?"

"No, of course not, you were just curious."

"So, if I came to you first and told you I wanted you to take my virginity, you would've done it?"

"Yes."

"Do you still masturbate?"

"No, I haven't need to, but you gave me those panties as a gift."

"So, you'll need to use them to jack off into then?"

"I take it you want me to say no?"

I nodded and took his rod into mu mouth while maintaining eye contact.

"Okay, I'll do anything for you, sis," he moaned, feeling my head.

I let my lips thrust off his member ever so slowly and immediately had him pulling my hair. It was a little uncomfortable, but I didn't care. I got to please him again and I treasured the sensation of having him glorify me as the woman he loved most in the world.

Just like when he ate me out, we looked right into one another's eyes. He wasn't having the easeist time doing that, but still, he made a good effort to do so. I pushed down on the base, and pressured his wood as much as I could.

I got off on getting him off, so I had to giggle a bit, and surely relish making him cherish me way more than he should. I tried to take as much of his dick as I could, but I knew it was getting bigger. I also wasn't sure how long he keep his load, and that added suspense.

"Shit, you are my queen, sis, no one is gonna dethrone you. I love you, I love you, and I love you some more. You're a masterful dicksucker, and if you want me to propose to you, I will."

I smiled again at him, and watched the results. It was hard to keep going for more than a few minutes, but for him, I was more than willing to keep going. I wanted to be the queen he described it appeared.

I felt the veins in his schlong going haywire, and he was shaking nonstop. I had no idea what he was really going through his mind, but I prized him for being so sexually attracted to me and loving me even for it.

"I could praise your lips all day and night, but those eyes are the real prize. I mean, I don't think I ever really looked into them until we started getting intimate. I'm sorry, I should've noticed that intoxicating you are."

I released his dick and rose to him. "It's okay, I won't hold it against you. If I watched you have sex with a woman, I might've noticed how handsome you were before, and I might've made a move on you."

"You would've made a move on me?"

I moved his palms to my butt. "Of course, you have seen yourself naked?"

"You're funny."

"Like Nikki Glaser?"

"Sure, why not?" he asked, before pasting his lips to mine.

I laughed again and encased my arms around him. We made out again for a couple of minutes, and I felt the biggest spark of our odd relationship yet. His schlong went up against my stomach, and spread precum all over it.

Then he lazily let his lips off mine. "Damn, I've never had so much chemistry with a woman before, and it's with my sister. That's just fucked up."

"Are you saying I should do it with other guys so I can compare you to them?"

"No, I just want you all to myself," he made clear, pulling me to him again. "I want you forever, I don't care if we're just 18, you're the queen and that's that. "Yes, let's come out to mom and dad. They should know how much I love you."

"I knew you'd come around," I gloated, getting down on my knees. "Will there ever be a day where you won't want your cock inside me?"

"No, Angel," he objected, yanking me up with him. "You might look great naked and be wonderful fuck, but you're still my sister."

"How would you marry me then?"

"Not legally, but..." he muttered, breaking eye contact.

"Did I fluster you again?"

"You're funny."

"I try to be. May I ask you something?"

"What?"

"We can't keep our hands off each other, should we try to keep our hands off each other for any amount of time?"

"I don't know, it sounds reasonable. We can still kiss, right?"

"You may always kiss me, Greg. I'd rather cut my boobs off than not letting you kiss me. I really feel the love when you kiss me. And you know what, fuck not staying physical. We're twin-siblings, so it proves how much we love each other if we keep fucking. It made you want to marry me, and I don't want you to lose the passion for me."

"I won't I swear."

"Then there's one thing you can do for me."

"What?"

"Cum on my face first," I told him, before taking his member into my mouth.

"Maybe you're just a natural cocksucker, sis," he theorized, before feeling my head.

I nodded and sucked the life out of his prick that time. I knew that wasn't exactly a compliment, but I took it as one. I loved him more than life itself, and wanted to make him love more me than anyone.

I already had to spouting out such weird things like him wanting to marry me, but we both knew he was on a high. Nevertheless, I wanted to make him feel as great as possible then and perfect my dicksucking skills.

He managed to keep a little eye contact with me, but still had to lean his head back several times. I wasn't sure how much I could take either, but we'd both find out. He was vibrating like mad, and it was just a matter of time before he needed to shoot.

Yet, he yanked me up with him again. "Wow, you're something else, sis," he praised me, placing his palms on my butt and kissing me. "I don't care if you were just blowing me, you're one hell of a woman that I worship," he muttered, before kissing me again.

I kept stroking his rod as we made out. He clutched my butt cheeks again, and pressed his lips onto mine so hard that my head to come back a bit. So, I felt the love and lust again take the purest form, and I had to appreciate that.

I even rubbed the head of his member on my lips down there, and made him shake even more. I felt him needing to cum again, but he was holding out. He wanted to impress me it seemed. So, I took him up on that.

Then he parted his lips. "May I feel you up?"

"Dude, my hands are on your dick, you may feel my jugs in front of mom and dad if you want. If you put a ring on my finger, then you will be able to have full access to me 24/7. I'm not saying we need pick a wedding hall, but shit," I let out, before breaking eye contact and releasing his rod. "I guess I'm getting clingy. I know you said you wanted to marry me when were having sex, but I should've ignored it."

"No, sis," he consoled me, coming to me. "We're both in heat, and we just love each other," he reminded me, before encasing his arms around me and kissing me. "I love you, I love you, and I love you smore more."

"Even if I told you that we should stop having sex?"

"Yes."

"No hesisitation, that's good," I told him, wrapping my arms around his neck. "We're addicted to each other, and neither of us gave the other a warning about getting hooked. So, once again, I think the only thing to do is tell mom and dad about us. Let them think what they think, and then we'll talk."

"Okay, Angel."

"Good, Greg," I added, before kissing him again. "May I ask: what do you want from me being your girlfriend?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean if were dating any other woman, what would you want out of the relationship?" I asked, grabbing his schlong again.

"Well, we're not in an apartment together or anything like that,  but I guess just love and the desire to be with me. You've given me that," he reminded me, feeling my butt again. "You're perfect to me."

"I love you, but don't flatter me, just be honest. If we did get serious, would you want to have kids?"

"I have no idea, we haven't even told mom and dad about us. I guess I'd want to take care of you, and want you to take care of our baby if we did have one, which how would that work?"

"We'd have someone else get me pregnant, or we could adopt. Of course, it this preticated on you wanting me forever, and we just..." I muttered, before breaking eye contact again. "Shit, I just love and i don't want to lose you."

"You're not going to, Angel, I swear."

"Do you promise? I've never had sex with anyone else, and I'm already like metaphorically connected to you. We're having sex all the time because it's so sexually satisfieing, but more importantly, emotionally appealing too. You revel in cumming on my bosoms because it's hot, and we sleep in same twin bed uncomfortably because we love each other so much. I just don't want it to become too much, that's all. Even in our 40s, I want you getting into my panties. We could be married to other people for all we know, but..." I rambled, before looking away again.

"Look who else is horny and love talking. It's okay, sis, I get it."

"Do you?"

He nodded, hugged and kissed me. "You are by far the best woman I've ever been with, I swear. And I do not intend on ever having a bad relationship with you. Now, let me love to you."

I nodded while shedding a few tears, but I lied down on the bed and he slowly followed me. He got on top of me, and snatched his member.

He aligned it with my cunt, and looked at me. "I'll admit, fucking you has made the relationship really hot, but I've always loved you for you," he made clear, before sticking it in there. "And I intend on always doing that," he added, before kissing me and making sweet love to me.

"And I intend on taking you up on that," I warned him, feeling his back and blinking a few times. "I swear your pecker is made of iron or something."

"Well, doing it with you so much has only made it harder."

"Shut it, smart-ass."

"Be nice," he whispered, before kissing me. "Or be mean, just be my loving sister."

I nodded again and placed my palms on his shoulders. I endured the sweet intimacy he gave me again and fought like hell not to shed too many tears. I knew too many could be a turn off, but I held back the best I could.

He stayed close enough so my boobs rubbed on his chest, but not too much. He just wanted to make sweet love to me and not make it about feeling me like that. He solely wanted to make me feel good, and nothing else.

We both attacked each other with our breaths, but we didn't mind. We just bonded again and had a good time together. We had smoking hot sex before, but this was just ordinary missionary sex, and nothing else.

He made sure to move to kiss me from time to time too, but even those were quick. Once again, I had no idea how much either of us could take, but we were gonna find out in due time. I was still on the pill, so I wasn't worried about him shooting inside me.

I didn't tell him to give me a cumshot, but I was craving one from him. He didn't thrust too quickly, but enough for him to work himself up a bit. I couldn't wait until he needed to shoot, and find out.

I had to blink several times to deal with the thrills, and he knew it. So, it made him kiss me several more times. I knew he adored me, but he was making me go crazy then. I did my best not to go nuts, but he was pushing my buttons.

"Tell me you love me."

"I love you, Angel."

"I love you too, Greg. I'm never gonna stop loving you. Never ever ever I swear. I haven't had sex with anyone else, but you're still a stud, and I don't see doing any better than you."

"If you say so," he muttered, before kissing me.

"Wow, you love me in a way you shouldn't. You've kissed me more times just tonght than in the prior 18 years."

"Well, I've gotten in a lot in the last month."

"Good one, smart-ass."

"Again, be nice."

"I'll be as mean as I want, but if you want to go hunting someone nicer, then don't let me drop you."

"Oh, shut up," he ordered me, before kissing me.

"Make me."

"Damn, you were already a handful before, but now," he muttered.

"At least you have a pair of titties to play with," I reminded him, lifting them a bit.

"You're so much more than a pair of boobs, Angel."

"I know that, stop loving me so much and just fuck me."

He nodded and began thrusting his schlong a bit harder. He got my moneymakers to shake, but he still eyeballed me. I kept my palms on his shoulders and endured him fucking me again. We were both sweating up storms, but we loved it that way.

We both let out moans, and it seemed like anyone's guess who was gonna go down first. In any event, he sold me on him and even if we were both high as hell, I still wanted that sister fucker more than anyone.

He was more than sexually attracted to me, but in love it seemed. He said some things, but i found myself feeling the same thing. My pussy was hurting, but I didn't care. He not only physically fucked me, but mentally fucked me too.

"So, you never saw me naked until that night you stole my panties, but you've seen me completely nude every night since then, are you sure you're not getting sick of me?"

"No," he answered, halting his cock.

"Good, so you definitely think I'm enough for you?"

"Sis, I almost surprised you even put underwear on anymore, they always come off."

"Well, I don't want anyone else seeing my snatch in public."

"Point taken," he told me, before kissing me, and pulling his cock out.

I watched him take it in his hand and unleash his mighty load. I wanted to watch his face, but his seed stole my attention. He didn't seem to mind, and he didn't shortchange me either. He attacked my melons with 5 different shots, and made each of them count.

Each of them landed hot, but cooled down quickly which made another sensation for me to deal with then. After he was done, he calmly lied down with me, and pulled me on top of him. So, he let his cum get all over his skin, and he seemed to enjoy it.

I was sure it was because of me, but I didn't care. I kissed him as passionately as I could, and we both wrapped our arms around each another. We didn't speak for a few minutes, but we didn't need to, though.

Even after we stopped kissing, we still cuddled in silence for another 20 minutes. We felt each other's nude bodies, and it still felt amazing. We both had somewhat smooth bodies, but it was more about us being so close emotionally.

"Oh, my fucking..." we suddenly heard from the doorway.

Then we quickly peeked that way. "Mom?" we asked.