"A thorn between two roses," my sister and mother laughed as I stopped to delive

r a dirty look. There were sitting on either end of the couch where I had been b
efore leaving to get a snack. They had also changed the channel to a chick flick
."Hey," I cried. "No fair, I was watching the game.""Too bad, so sad," they chim
ed in unison. Mom and my sister Lisa often said the same things at the same time
. They were so much alike. They had the same laugh and the same light red hair,
though Mom's was shoulder length and Lisa's was short. Physically, they were alm
ost identical, Lisa being a younger, more slender version of Mom but old picture
s showed that Mom was probably skinner at Lisa's age. I liked those pictures bec
ause despite being thin Mom was better endowed than my twenty-year old sister ev
en then. Not that Lisa was bad, maybe a thirty-four or so with a B cup, but Mom'
s were bigger and meatier, if you know what I mean. A year and half younger than
Lisa, we had always been close. She didn't even think it was gross that I was d
ating one of her college friends which made me the envy of the guys at school. "
She's just in it for the meat," she had commented with false derision, referring
to the three years of weight training that hadn't won me more play time on the
team but had other benefits. An eternal gossip, Lisa had pushed me for juicy det
ails on what her friend was like in bed. She had used me as a source throughout
our school years to see what rumors my younger crowd had heard about her friends
. So far, I had resisted the pressure to inform on my current bed mate in fear o
f losing my poontang privileges should my sister inadvertently spill the beans t
hrough one of the snide remarks she was prone to making.Frustrated, I looked fro
m my green-eyed mother on the left to my blue-eyed sister on the right. Their ey
es were the only striking difference between them. "Dad," I wailed, a common sou
nd over the last eighteen years in our house."There's nothing I can do, son," Da
d half laughed, rattling his newspaper and burying his head deeper within it. He
had learned long ago that there was no profit in getting between me and the wom
en in the family. Pouting, I dropped onto the couch with my full weight, bouncin
g both women up and down, pleased to see the pop slop over the rim of the glass
my sister held in her lap."Jerrod, you asshole!" Lisa screamed."Hey, watch your
language young lady," Mom barked.Lisa grabbed the napkin from my hand and feveri
shly scrubbed her new jeans. I turned toward Mom, the shit-eating grin on my fac
e quickly dropping when I met her angry, green eyes. I ducked my head in an 'oop
s' gesture and fixed my gaze on the game, or where it was supposed to be."Did an
ybody score, Dad?" I asked, trying to establish a connection for my own protecti
on. As expected, he didn't answer. I was on my own again."Asshole," Lisa muttere
d under her breath, tossing the cola-stained napkin on top of my sandwich."Lisa,
" Mom admonished. The corners of my mouth threatened to curl upwards.
"Why are you eating so soon after dinner?" Mom asked.I shrugged, my shoulders ri
sing and falling in sheepish fashion, while grossly shoving half of the sandwich
into my mouth."Ughhhh, men," Mom said, turning away in disgust.A thorn indeed.
I finished my sandwich and proceeded to make a nuisance of myself for the next h
alf hour, fidgeting about and bumping into both Mom and Lisa as they tried to wa
tch the movie. I refused to leave. My sister finally got up in disgust and stomp
ed out of the living room."I'm going to my room. It's Neanderthal-free," she har
rumphed.I smiled as she clumped up the stairs, reveling in the sound of her angr
y demonstration. Mom released a long sigh, handed me the remote, and picked up a
book. She suggested I move over but I defiantly stayed where I was. "Suit yours
elf," she said. I put the game back on but it was half-time. I didn't pester Mom
further because I recognized the warning in the firm set of her face. Battling
my sister, even with Mom on her side, was one thing. Taking on my mother alone w
as quite another. So we sat there, close together, my leg rubbing against Mom's,
trying to make a point without drawing return fire, and she pretending I wasn't
bugging her. I was quite experienced in skirting the edge of danger and knew ex
actly when I was at the point of no return. Figuring I was pretty much there, I
decided to finish watching the game on the small TV in my room. I started to get
up, rocking forward and putting my hand on Mom's thigh to leverage myself up, t
hereby delivering a parting annoyance.My hand slipped and skidded down the insid
e of Mom's leg, and buried itself deep in the cushion right in front of her crot

ch. Thrown off balance, I fell back and my wrist jammed in tight, pressing firml
y into the puffiness at the apex of Mom's legs. Her legs automatically closed, t
rapping my hand. I pulled but her clamped thighs held my arm too tightly. I tugg
ed again without success. I turned toward Mom to apologize and to ask her to rel
ease my arm but was stunned by what I saw.Mom's face was painted with the weirde
st expression. She looked like she was on the verge of having an epileptic fit.
Her eyes were kind buggy and her jaws were clamped shut. I tugged on my arm agai
n but that only pushed my wrist harder against... well, her pussy. Mom's hips su
ddenly lunged forward and her legs squeezed my arm even tighter. I pulled harder
but couldn't get free and the effort made Mom's legs start to quiver. I pulled
again to no avail and her hips jerked erratically as her legs continued to vibra
te. Scared, I yanked my arm hard and succeeded in getting my hand up a little bu
t my face paled when I felt it cup Mom's pussy, warm and pulsing in my palm thro
ugh the thin, stretchy material of her pants. I could have pulled my hand away t
hen but I admit I left it there. Mom's hips were jerking involuntarily up and do
wn, humping her mound against my hand. Her eyes were closed but I knew she wasn'
t having a fit, she was having an orgasm. Oh my God. I glanced at Dad but his he
ad was still buried in the newspaper. I looked back at Mom. There was no doubt a
bout it. Even with my limited sexual experience, I st
ill knew what I was seeing, and feeling. Mom was getting her rocks off on my han
d. God help me, I curled my hand more tighter around her pussy, and rubbed it. M
om bucked hard and I pressed equally hard back, if only to keep her seated so sh
e wouldn't attract Dad's attention. I dug the heel of my palm against the upper
part of Mom's snatch and my longest finger automatically stretched down, finding
and fitting into the length of her slit under the tight, black stretchy pants.
I was a bit stunned by my action but I crooked the tip of my finger to get a bet
ter hold anyway and ground the heel of my hand firmly against Mom's frantic love
muscle. She shuddered, long and hard. When she was done, I pulled my hand away,
got up, and walked quickly upstairs to my room. I tried to wait until I was out
of sight but couldn't, lifting my hand to my face to smell my palm.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I hid in my room that night, living in fear
of a visit from either my father or my mother. Lisa was still pissed at me so I
wasn't worried about her coming. Thankfully, I was left alone. The next morning,
Lisa was back to normal, kidding me about this and that and Dad was in his usua
l shell. Mom ignored me but I could tell she was bothered. Like me, it didn't lo
ok like she had slept well. I ate my cereal quickly and tossed down a glass of j
uice, then got up to leave. As I was going out the door, Mom called out."Don't f
orget your lunch."Reluctantly, I returned to the kitchen to get my lunch."It's o
ver there," Mom jerked her head toward the counter beside her.I glanced at her a
s I retrieved it but Mom stared straight into the sink at the dishes she was was
hing. Lisa and Dad were oblivious to the tension between us but to me it was a p
alpable entity in the room. I had a hell of a day at school and skulked around f
or hours before going home, leery of facing Mom alone. I was afraid she would wa
nt to talk and I couldn't face that. Why, oh why had I moved my hand? Why couldn
't I leave well enough alone? If I had kept still, it would have been all on her
, but no, I had to rub her pussy. What a dumb fuckwad!Dinner was much like break
fast except Lisa seemed to twig that something was up between Mom and me. She di
dn't say anything but I knew she would be in my room like a dirty shirt soon eno
ugh to get the skinny on what was going on. I stayed in the living room to avoid
her but when Mom came in after cleaning up the kitchen, it became too uncomfort
able, so I chose the lesser of two evils and retreated to my room to surf the ne
t."What?" I answered the quiet knock on my door. It opened and Lisa's head poked
in."Shhhhh," she shushed, slipping inside and closing the door. "What did you d
o to make Mom so uptight," she asked, quickly moving past me and flopping down o
n my bed."What are you talking about?" I tried to play innocent despite my flush
ing face."Don't give me that shit. I have eyes. What did you do after I left to
make Mom so mad."