I climbed the stairs quietly, still no sound. I walked stealthily past the master bedroom door. The door was ajar. I peeked inside. There was mom knee...ling on the floor, her eyes closed and her mouth wide open. I wondered what she was doing. I decided to wait and see. Shortly, my brother, Sameer, older than me by two years, appeared advancing slowly toward mom. I inhaled deeply and prepared to shout, "Surprise! Surprise!" Just then I noticed Sameer, totally clothed, was holding his hard cock and. When it ended, she slumped down beside the dumpster and buried her head between her knees and cried, rocking back and forth. She hated her boss, hated her job, hated her husband, hated her life. It all came out as water through a broken dam, and she cried until she had no more tears to shed. Then she sat there, shaking but not sobbing, feeling like a baby bird that has fallen out of its nest, a broken, twisted creature struggling futilely for the safety of the nest, even as every breath it. I could feel every fold and every little contraction. My eyes were rolling back in my head, I was unable to make a sound. 2 or 3 thrusts later, I could feel my big balls crawling up my shaft, and the first pulse of cum exploded from my cock, splashing into my mother's cervix. "Oh cum for mommy! Cum baby! So...hot. Oh, sweetie, you're making mommy..."My orgasm triggered another groaning cum for her. Her hips slid crazily out of control, mashing that obscene clit into my spurting cock, grinding. She was reading but unbeknownst to him, she looked up at him too. She started reading some more as well. He did it again. He looked up, looked at her, and looked back down at the paper to read some more. She did it again too. She looked up, looked at him, and went back to reading as well. Twenty minutes passed. Silence filled the house. One could hear a lot of things but neither was speaking to the other. Peaceful silence filled the air around them. He was done reading and put the paper down.