My Milf System-Chapter 168. Friction

"Guys, I’m home!" I called out from the front door, swinging it open and closing it behind me as if I had just arrived. From the kitchen, I heard Sharon sneak off, heading straight to her room and slamming the door shut behind her. A wolfish chuckle escaped me—she must’ve been really frustrated!

"Oh... hey, hun!" Mom greeted, stepping out from the kitchen. She moved toward me, wrapping her arms around me in a tight hug, her soft, massive breasts pressing against my chest. Her top barely covered them, and the absence of a bra only added to the intimate feeling. As she pulled away, l looked down, trying so hard not to stare at her chest, and those hard nipples which were pressing against her top. I knew she wasn’t really my mother, but where the hell was she even coming from? Looking that sexy?

"Hi mom." I said, forcing a smile, my voice low.

"Where were you yesterday? That poor girl was waiting for you all day!" she said, clearly referring to Anna.

"Uh... just training in the dungeons. You know how I do," I replied, my words falling easily but lying nonetheless.

"Alright," she sighed, her tone shifting to something more serious. "But now you’re betrothed, hun. You need to learn to be around more. Women like attention. If you don’t give it to her, she’ll get upset."

I nodded slowly. "Yeah, I’ll try my best."

"I could teach you a thing or two about women, you know," she said, her lips curling into a sly smile. "Since you’re still... inexperienced. It’ll help you with your future marriage, okay? Don’t hesitate to come to my bedroom for some... lessons," she purred, before turning on her heel and swaying her hips in a way that felt more deliberate than necessary.

I raised an eyebrow. Lessons in her bedroom? She doesn’t know l might be experienced in sex than she is?

I quickly pushed the thought aside and made my way to my room. With the exhaustion weighing on me, it wasn’t long before I fell into a deep sleep.

I was jolted awake when Sharon kicked my door open—literally—and stood in the doorway with a scowl on her face.

"Wake up, asshole! Dinner’s ready!"

She huffed, spun around, and walked away without waiting for a response. I sighed, yawning and stretching as I dragged myself out of bed and headed to the dining room.

Sharon was already sprawled on the couch in her pajamas, a blanket draped over her legs. It was a little chilly, so I didn’t blame her. Mom was seated across from her, already digging into her food. Just as I was about to sit on the empty couch, Sharon called out sweetly.

"It’s too cold tonight, brother dearest. Why not come share my blanket?"

Her voice was syrupy—way too sweet. I narrowed my eyes, immediately suspicious.

"I’m good," I replied bluntly.

"Come on, hun!" Mom chimed in from her side of the table. "Don’t be shy when your sister’s offering. It is freezing."

I groaned under my breath. With my plate in hand, I walked over and sat next to Sharon. A smirk tugged at the corner of her lips.

Yup. She was definitely up to something.

We ate in silence for a while before Sharon piped up. "I love the meat tonight, Mom. It’s so wet and juicy."

Who compliments meat as wet?

"Really? I’m glad you’re enjoying it, baby!" Mom replied cheerfully.

Then Sharon leaned in, her voice turning almost mock-dramatic. "Tell me, Mom... how does it feel when you’re enjoying such juicy, wet meat—just about to swallow it—and someone yanks it out of your mouth and takes your plate away, leaving only the taste in your mouth and an empty stomach?"

I raised an eyebrow at that one but kept my cool. I already knew what this was about.

"It’s... frustrating," Mom answered after a second. "I’d be mad."

Of course. I knew exactly where this was going. The little brat was still salty about earlier. And honestly, I expected her to try something weird since we were sitting so close. But surprisingly, we finished dinner without incident.

Or so I thought.

Just after dinner, she turned to me with a grin. "You should help me train, brother dearest. Let’s pin each other down—like rough play!"

She meant it like how kids used to wrestle on Earth pretending to be WWE stars.

"It’s good to stay in shape." She added.

I was about to decline, but Mom shot me a glare. The kind that meant don’t even think about saying no.

I sighed. "Fine."

There it was again—that smirk forming on Sharon’s lips.

She insisted we train on our knees. I played along, thinking it was just another of her quirks—until she suddenly lunged at me, wrapping her arms tight around my waist and yanking me in. Her chest pressed flush against mine, and I could feel the subtle softness of her tits as she clung to me like she never wanted to let go. I outweighed her, so I shoved forward, driving her down onto her back. But she didn’t release me. Her legs snaked around mine, and with a sudden twist of her hips, she flipped me over and mounted me, straddling my waist with a grin that screamed mischief.

I bucked beneath her, grinding upward, but she rode it out with a wicked smirk. Her pelvis rocked deliberately against my groin, slow and teasing, as if she was sculpting every motion to provoke me. And it worked—I could feel my dick stiffening beneath her. She knew exactly what she was doing.

Two can play dirty, I thought.

I slid my hand up her arm, then to her shoulder, pretending to wrestle her off—but my palm slipped down, and suddenly, I was cupping her breast. Warm, supple, and firm beneath my fingers. We locked eyes, almost forgetting mom was just a few feet away, sitting on the couch.

Still sitting on top of my erection, my sister twisted her body around and now clamped my head with her thighs , pulling my face against what felt like her pussy, damp, and by the looks of it, she had no any panties beneath her pj’s while her hands seized my legs. My cock throbbed beneath her, just inches from her face, and I could feel her breath fanning over it, sending jolts through my core.

It was clear we weren’t training anymore.

Just teasing each other.

She began to move, rolling her hips against my face, grinding her soaked pussy against my mouth while she lifted and dropped my legs. Each time her chin brushed against my swollen shaft, it made it twitch in response.

We heard mom chuckle. "What kind of training is that, you two?" freeweɓnovel.cøm

"I- dunno!" My voice came muffled from under my sister’s ass.

"I’m stretching his legs, mom!!" Sharon responded.

Mom sighed. "Do whatever you want!" She grabbed a newspaper from the table, and began reading it.

My sister ground herself against my face a little longer, teasing me with slow rolls of her hips. Her wetness soaked through her shorts. I could feel her folds against my lips, and in that moment, I wanted nothing more than to tear the damn short in two and suck that stupid cunt she kept ramming against me.

But then she pulled away, flipping herself back around, now pressing her ass against my pelvis as she settled into a low straddle on my lap again. This time, it wasn’t about pinning me—it was about driving me mad.

She leaned forward, chest brushing against mine, arms pinning my wrists to the mat, but her real weapon was moving down below. Her ass rocked back slowly, grinding against my clothed dick, dragging herself along the outline of my arousal with an excruciating rhythm.

I sucked in a breath through clenched teeth as l looked at my sister’s swaying tits and the look of pleasure on her face as she rode my cock back and forth. My cock was being stroked by her pussy under our clothes.

She then pressed my shoulders down hard, her tits flattening out against my chest. My hands went to her ample hips and I held on to her soft flesh as she continued to grind her pussy against my cock. Our hips were moving in sync, and I felt my shaft twitch

She felt it too. I was about to cum.

Then she grinned, and stopped moving at all, standing up.

"You were about to lose, weren’t you, brother dearest?" she purred.

I swallowed hard, my brows knitting together. "Maybe..."

She sat back on me once more, grounded her ass on my groin, making me twitch before she giggled and rolled off me, standing tall, victorious, leaving me aching and painfully hard on the mat.

"Training’s over," she said, walking away with a sway in her hips. "Unless you want a rematch."

I stood up, groaning frustratedly. "Let’s do a rematch in my room!! On the soft bed so l can stretch you up nicely!!"

Sharon let out a sly smirk. "Hope you’ll be able to stretch me all the way!!" Then she turned to mom. "We’re going to train a little more in Asher’s room, mom!"

"Fine! But don’t stay up too long! Tomorrow is school, remember!"

"Kay!!" Sharon beamed as she led the way to my room.

TBC