One night Cerise decides to go through your sadpanda history at the worst possible time. It's a bad time because recently, for reasons beyond you, you've been on a MILF binge whenever you indulge in a little bit of dueling with the bishop. Moreover, the type of MILF hentai you've been into has been pretty heavy on M part of that acronym. Cerise is getting totally the wrong impression of your tastes here.
"Is this really what you jerk off to?" Cerise, sitting at your computer desk, asks as she scrolls through your favorites.
"Look, I can explain. This isn't my usual h-- wait. Now hold on a second. Why am I even justifying myself to you? Since when did you decide it was okay to snoop on your little brother's porn habits?"
"Since you decided that 'Comic MILF' was the best thing since sliced bread! What the fuck, Alabaster? This is totally wrong! You're supposed to be a lolicon. This is turning my entire concept of the universe upside-down..."
"I thought you hated lolicons."
"I hate you for changing the script!" Cerise shouts. She chews her thumbnail as she browses through a few pages of a recently favorited doujin. Her eyeballs dart around as she reads bits and pieces of the scanlation. "Straight shota is a league of degeneracy so much greater than what I figured you for..."
"I don't want to hear it from Little Miss Trap Rimmer," you roar. "You... you... stone in glass house... throwing... person!"
Cerise spins in your chair to face you. "You've got insults. But I'm hearing a distinct lack of denial over the fact that you jerk off to this shit."
"What, do you think I read it for the story?"
"...Do you?"
"No!"
Cerise frowns, and her voice grows softer. "Is this what you want?" She asks after a short silence.
"What I want is for you to get out of my bedroom. Rose is gonna be back soon and--"
Cerise holds up a palm. Her voice loses its gentleness. "Jeeesus. Go two seconds without mentioning your live-in landwhale. Try it once, for big sister, will you?"
"You're getting the wrong idea. That's all. All that hentai -- this isn't real life. It's just fantasy."
"Oh yeah fucking right," Cerise fumes. "There's a digital goddamn landslide of Mommydom porn on your favorites list! There's no escaping that, Alabaster!"
"Open your eyes!" You shout. "Look up my favorites tab and see. After the MILF stuff, you'll find my perfectly normal tastes--"
She turns back towards the monitor and scrolls some more. "Happiness Milk?"
"After that."
"Kurenai Yuuji?"
"After that."
"Drill Jill?"
You throw your arms up. "So what if I was on a futa kick before my MILF kick! Don't make some big fucking point of it!"
"Oh, you poor boy," Cerise says with mock sympathy. "It can't be easy to cum when you're looking at all these fetishes you hate."
"Get out of my room!" You yell. But Cerise is heading the wrong way -- towards your bed. Or more specifically, towards your bedside table.
There, in the drawer, she finds what she's looking for. Your prized onahole, and a bottle of silicone lube. She clacks the cap of the lube open. With a lewd splurt, she douses the open end of the toy with an overflowing supply of the slick transparent fluid.
"What are you doing?" You demand.
"Shock therapy." She approaches you, slowly waving the onahole, as lube that missed the mark runs down the sides of it, and across her fingers.
"Stay back--!"
"We're either gonna exorcise your Mommydom fetish or we're gonna help you embrace it. Either/or."
"Cerise--"
"Sit down," she says. Her voice is sterner, and deeper, than you've ever heard.
[ ] I need backup. Get Alex on the case.
>[x] No time for that! I'm about to get ara-ara'd!
You sit down at your computer chair, as if under an irresistible gravitational pull. The leather seat makes a soft pomf underneath you.
"What are you doing?" You ask, voice shaky.
Cerise fucks her index finger in and out of your wet onahole to demonstrate. "You're a dirty boy, Alabaster... even dirtier than I thought. I have to punish you."
It's ridiculous, but you're actually a little scared. Her voice has no trace of play-acting to it. She means it. Cerise so readily stepped into this role that it's freaky. She looms large over you, an arm folded under her breasts to accentuate them through the cotton of her tee. She holds the onahole up by her cheek, teasingly -- a little dribble of the lube smears her face a bit -- and says in a voice that's deep and silken, "oh my... you're not getting turned on, are you?"
"No," you lie. "This is stupid--"
Cerise's eyes dart downward. She stares down the bridge of her nose at your crotch, and the tent developing there. She lifts a foot, sets it on the chair just between your legs. The implication is menacing. "You're a liar," she says with venom.
You move to stand up, but she shocks you back to sitting again by jostling the chair with her foot. That's all it takes. You gulp.
"Is this what you wanted all along, Alabaster? For me to be your mother? Did you need a little discipline in your life?"
"You're crazy!" You say.
"And you're a nasty little pervert." She takes her foot from between your legs and tilts her chin up, as if imperiously judging you. "Come sit in bed with me."
She turns and sits there too, patting the mattress to beckon you along. "Don't worry," she says. "I'll take care of that perverted part of you that makes you such a dirty boy." She hefts the sextoy to demonstrate, its open end pointing down. A few lewd viscous strands of lube seep from it like a mouth set to drooling.
The idea of "discipline" is still frightening, but the promise of Cerise jacking you off with an onahole is too alluring to resist. You stand.
"Take your clothes off," she says.
You ditch your shirt. Cerise, giggling smokily, watches the show with a hand to her cheek. Next, hands trembling, you undo your belt, and your button, and your fly.
"You're in such a rush," Cerise says.
Hands on either side of your waistband, you pause, and suddenly ask: "are you gonna get naked too?"
"Hmm~ Would that make your perverted dick even bigger, seeing my body?"
You nod.
"You want to see my breasts?" She folds her arm under her bosom again, to show it off -- the outline of her nipples are poking through now, proud and erect. "Or do you want to see... down here?" She lightly grips the hem of her shirt, where it sits draped across her soft, pale legs. She hikes it up, but only a little. And with her thighs pressing so tightly together, you can see nothing but the barest hint of the top of her pussy mound. And that only for a split moment. She drops the hem of the shirt over her lap again. "You're hopeless~" she laughs. Then, tilting her head: "what are you waiting for? Take your pants off already."
You have no clue how sadistic or gentle Cerise intends to be with you, but you're going along for the ride either way. You ditch your pants as well, and your boxers, and stand nude before your elder sister. You dick is jutting out in front of you, so hard it could fuck a hole in diamond.
"Sit down. Right here, Alabaster. Let me take care of you... the way you should be taken care of..."
You sit beside her. She hugs you around your shoulders, and pulls you right into her buxom bosom. You can feel her tits pressing against you, so soft and pliant. She's focused on her task -- gazing hard at your prong, she slooooowly lowers the onahole towards it, and finally, after a long few moments, lets the tip of your prick kiss the opening. The onahole is so lubed-up that the moment of contact with your cockhead actually makes a smooch-like sound.
"Oh god--" you grunt. You try to buck your hips to seat yourself inside, but she presses down on your shoulders to keep you at bay.
"Shhh. Be quiet, perverted boy... do as I say, understand? Or I won't play with this dirty thing anymore."
"Yes," you agree.
She smiles warmly, hugs you a little tighter, and plunges the toy down around your shaft. You shiver with an exhilarated rush of pleasure, and can't help moaning again: "unghhh... oh fuck..."
"I told you to be quiet..." Cerise says. "Tch. You really do need discipline."
"I'm s--"
Cerise leaves you balls-deep inside the onahole as she takes off her shirt. It's like watching some kind of goddess reveal herself as she luxuriously peels the thin garment from her sweat-damp body. Her spine arches severely, arms raising high above her head, as it comes off. Her wide hips, her enormous tits, her skin that's milky and unblemished and soft-looking all over... and that ass that's so round and squishy looking, even when she's sitting on it. All of it is coated in just a thin layer of perspiration, smelling so womanly that it nearly blows you back. With her arms aloft, you see a few larger droplets of sweat descending from her flawlessly smooth armpits, and across the sides of her tits. Is she wearing Mom's perfume? Just a hint of it... and just a hint of something else, of female arousal, tangy... sweet and dirty, too. She keeps her legs pressed together, and you can see nothing of the cunt she's hiding.
"Mmmf--!" you grunt in surprise as she takes the back of your head and roughly pulls her towards her rack.
"It's too hot in here. Cool me off."
As she resumes masturbating you, adopting a pace that's maddeningly teasing -- too slow to make you cum, too fast to relish to eroticism; just a lewd drumbeat rhythm of slick, wet fapping -- you begin to lick her. You swirl your tongue around the salty expanse of her body's flesh -- from her oblong spongy cowtits, to her areolae and nipples, and in between her cleavage. She twists herself lightly this way and that to help you get to every spot. You lick the hollow of her neck, siphoning up a few larger pearls of her sweat, then her shoulder blades, and her upper arms... she doesn't stop you when you go a bit lower, but rather lifts her arms, each in turn, to grant you access to her pits as well. Like a pig, you bury your face in Cerise's fragrant armpits and suck her sweat from there too. As she tugs on your lube-slick cock with the silicone dicksleeve, your entire world becomes nothing more but the squishy crease of flesh there, in between your older sister's arm and torso. It smells like a concentrated version of everything Cerise: girlish but mature, clean but not well-kept, a whiff of probably days-old deodorant overpowered by much more recent daubs of perspiration, and just slightly tainted with the astringent reek of alcohol... it's unmistakably the essence of your sister. The taste matches: you could get addicted to this, you could become an addict of worshiping Cerise's armpits. You moan into her skin and are inwardly thankful the noise is muffled. But she hears it anyway, and tsks at you in her gently chiding way, even as she keeps her hand pressed to your skull and your face pressed to her body, even as she quickens the pace of her indecent cock-strokes.
Just as you feel you'll go blind and pass out, she lets go of you. You pull back and let the cool rush of fresh air into your lungs with a coughing gasp like a victim of drowning resuscitated.
"Cerise... I-- I'm gonna..." you pant.
"Quickshot."
"Oh, fuck--"
"What a disgusting little brother you are, getting off on sniffing your sister's *armpits*... how indecent... you really are a pervert~"
She lays a hand flat against your chest and forces you to your back. She climbs atop you, adopting the position of a cat about to pounce: spine forming a concave arc, body rearing way back with her butt touching her heels. Her hard nipples tickle your ribcage. She strokes your face.
"You're so hot," she coos. "You're absolutely *burning* up... did licking me there really turn you on that much?"
You nod yes, desperately.
"I'm all hot too..." she admits with a gentle tone. She slides her body against yours as she rises to a sitting position astride you. Her hands, supporting her weight against your solar plexus, conveniently block your view of her pussy. She looks so large from this angle... larger than you, even. "I'm a pervert, too..." she says, "...and your nasty body really turned me on."
She slowly parts her hands, to reveal behind them the cleft of her sopping pussy, and below that spot, her puckered brown anus. She's sitting on her tailbone, pussy angled up -- but having shown you everything, everything -- she settles her weight forward, and you feel a slick, wet, hot sensation against your groin: her wet cunt making skin-to-skin contact with you.
"What are you going to do about that?" She asks.
"Let me fuck you--"
She laughs. Husky and sly. "Hmm hmm~ ... no... no. I want to sit on you. I want to feel that tongue of yours down here."
You begin to respond, with what you aren't sure. Cerise cuts it off anyway, by quickly twisting around and doing what she promised. She sits on your face.
Her meaty ass and cunt smother your air supply and completely blot out your vision. This, just as with Cerise's armpit, smells like her concentrated self. It smells so strongly because she's all sweaty here, too, and turned-on. You can feel her secretions making a ruin of your face. Her soft butt presses insistently down on your forehead, both pillowy and oppressive at the same time. Your nose is directly against the entrance of her asshole, and every breath you take is filtered through it. Your lips, puckering, are against the soft folds of her labia, that puffy mound of Cerise's that you're so obsessed over. Her cream is trickling out of her, and you can't help giving her a kiss right on her cunt to sample that ambrosia from its source.
"Good boy," she sighs happily. Her voice becomes harsher, and she grits her teeth: "Kiss my cunt. Kiss it."
You kiss her cunt again, and again. Your hesitant pecks become more forceful until they're full-on, open-mouth French kisses. Soon your tongue is snaking out, without your conscious command, to rub against her genitals and inundate your tastebuds with her flavor. You could lick your older sister's pussy all day and never tire of it. It's not candy-sweet like Rose's, or thick and cloying like your Mom's, but it might taste the best of all. It's like a pussy made specifically for you... even the way your flattened tongue fits so perfectly into her vagina, the way her pink insides clamp around it and keep it rooted there -- it's like your bodies were designed to pleasure one another.
Happy to ride your face, humping her cunt against your tongue and her ass against your nostrils, Cerise uses both hands to masturbate the onahole on your shaft. It sounds as sloppy as it surely is. You can feel the hot, slimy lube, mixed now with your cock's own natural juices, oozing from out of the opening, all around your balls, and down your ass. It seems you're as wet in your dirty places as Cerise is in hers. You're both a mess. You're making each other messy. Cerise's sweat and arousal pour out of her body in equal measure. Between the swampy wetness surrounding you, and the fleshy cling of her impossibly soft, thick butt, every breath has become a desperate struggle not to asphyxiate. You can breathe only shallowly, through Cerise's anus, as she jerks you off. You're making noises like a chronic snorer, or maybe like a hog -- a filthy hog at a trough of slop. Through it all, dutifully, you suck. You suck her soft cunt lips and her pulsing clit. You suck her dewy pussy-slit and the overheated interior of her pussy itself. You cup your mouth over as much of your sister's pussy as you can, and suck up all of her juices, right to the back of your greedy throat. You gulp it all down, throat undulating with the effort.
Cerise plays with your balls and lightly scrapes the insides of your thighs with her fingernails. She's ranting: "Perverted boy... that's what you are... making me get like this... getting so horny over having your own sister sit on your face... nasty, dirty... drink it!"
You can't dispute the judgment. It makes your cock sing with lusty, masochistic enjoyment.
Without warning, Cerise cums on you. She suddenly bears down even harder than before, cutting off every last molecule of air, and squirts a hot stream of her girlcum into your mouth. Her orgasm voice is an octave lower than her speaking voice, as she sensually sighs: "oooooh... oooooooooohhh~ -- ooooh yesssss... like that... let me cum in you, Alabaster... open wide for mommy Cerise... that's it... suck, suck... suck me..."
She cums such a volume that you feel like you'll drown, as she uses you for a personal cum-toilet. But the flavor is so divine you can't think to complain, the pressure is so soft that it soothes the burning ache in your oxygen-starved lungs. You squeeze either globe of her ass as she rides you through a rolling orgasm, and you feel as if your hands will disappear within their infinite give.
After at last she finishes cumming, she clambers off of you and settles on her butt against the headboard. She sits Indian-style, with some pillows in her lap, and gets your head lying atop them. She slips a pair of her panties over your head, such that the crotch's inseam is directly against your nose -- as if you needed to be further overpowered by her scent.
"Do you like that?" She asks.
You nod up at her. "Yes... I do..."
"Aren't you such a dirty darling..." She lovingly brushes the matted hair from your face, first one side, then the other. She stares down at you like a mother staring at her child, smiling and cooin. "Do you want to cum now, for Mommy Cerise?"
"Yes... god, yes..."
"Shh, now... shh..."
Pulling your mouth towards her nipple, she sets to work on finishing off your orgasm. Your face feels like it's buried in a cloud, as you latch your lips to her and start to suck. Her slippery hand manipulates the slippery toy around your dick.
She stretches it out, and really makes it last. You lazily nurse on Cerise for minutes stretching into an hour, stretching into two... while she plays with your perverted cock the whole time. She doesn't do more than lightly tsk in motherly exasperation when you start to grope her tits. And as she works on you, she begins to masturbate her own horny pussy, too.
You and Cerise, in the end, share a sweet and explosive and incredibly messy orgasm together.
And you swear, although it should be impossible, that as Cerise creams herself, and as you blow a dense wad into the hot wet confines of the toy she uses on you, that you can taste from her nipple a small but definite trickle of mother's milk.