I was in the midst of a dream in which I was chopping wood for some unknown reason, and had gotten quite stack beside me when I awoke. I felt a familiar sensation at my crotch. Sure enough, it was my mom giving me a morning blowjob! After last night’s activities, this kind of surprised me, I would have thought that mom would be doing this with my father. Not to say that I wasn’t thrilled with the unexpected attentions of my sexy mother, but I still had some unresolved feelings from the previous night.
“Mom? What are doing here?” I queried with a slight tone of displeasure in my voice.
“Why do you keep asking me that? Isn’t it obvious yet?” She answered between her bobbing, either missing my tone or choosing to ignore it.
“I mean why aren’t you blowing dad?”
“Are you saying you’d rather I was doing this with him instead of you?” Her own tone grew frosty. But her hand never left my rigid cock and her mouth never strayed far between replies.
“No, no. I just thought that after last night …”
“That I should spend all my time with my husband rather than my loving son who pleasures me far better than his father?”
“No mom. But it sounded like he was doing an alright job last night.”
“You heard?”
“Enough. Enough to tell that you were pleasured at least once.”
“It was twice if you must know.”
“I didn’t.” I paused, debating how to proceed. I did want her to finish what she had started regardless of whatever issues I had. “It’s just I heard some of it and I wanted it to be me with you. Doing that to you. It was hard to listen to it. I shouldn’t think that, you and dad should be together, you should be having sex. It’s not my place to say I wish you weren’t. I shouldn’t be jealous of dad, but I am.” My tone was plaintive, maybe even a bit maudlin.
“No, you shouldn’t feel that way. You have no cause to be jealous with the amount of time we’ve had together. Regardless of whether we want more time. To be honest, you have no cause to be jealous of your father. I was being honest when I said you were better than him. He has always been what I thought was an excellent lover. He has never left me wanting, so to speak. Other than the quantity in recent years that is. But that was before we started our … fling. Now I realize that with dad that we are both just using the other get ourselves off, not seeking to give each other pleasure. With you Jeremy, it’s not about you fucking me so you can cum; you fuck me so I can cum. It may seem a small difference, but it is a world apart.”
“As I’ve told you mom, giving you pleasure, making you cum, excites me.”
“And it’s why I have fallen in love with you Jeremy. More than I ever felt for your father.” She may have ceased her blowjob, but her hand was still able to do wonders on my dick. She wasn’t trying to make me cum, but she was giving me delightful sensations.
“I have to confess to you.” Mom continued. “What you heard last night. That was you. I was thinking of you when I came. Wishing it was you.”
“What? No.”
Mom had a demure and embarrassed look on her face, as if she was a shy teen instead of a sexy cougar. She nodded in confirmation. “Both times. I felt bad about it. Even while being with your father I still felt like I was cheating on him because thinking of you made me orgasm. But even worse, I felt I was cheating on you because I was sleeping with my husband.”
“I have a confession too mom. I was doing what you’re doing right now last night. I was dreaming it was you doing this. I came thinking of you too. I heard you in your orgasm and was cumming at the same time with you.”
“Really?” She asked incredulously. She gave my cock a more vigorous burst of strokes. “Did I do it like this?”
“Oh no mom, you do it so much better in reality than you do in dreams.”
“Aw, thank you honey. I wish I had been there for you. But your dad wants it so rarely that I couldn’t deny him. I do still love him. I’m not going to leave him just because I can’t get enough sex. Our marriage is built on more than that. I also can’t leave him because I love you, my son.” In the midst of this conversation, she continued her blow-now-hand job, using the time as I spoke to drool saliva onto my raging cock and stroking me with a relentless rhythm. She may not have been trying to make me cum but she wasn’t keeping me from the brink either.
“I don’t want you to divorce dad because of me, mom. I don’t want my desires to hurt Johnny or Jojo. They are just innocent bystanders in this mess we’ve gotten ourselves into.” I grunted unconsciously as mom’s tempo grew. “Speaking of messes, I’m close to making one now!”
“Oh no honey! I won’t let you waste any more of your delicious shake than you already have!” Her mouth dropped back around my cock and she worked fervently to release my cum into her mouth. Mom’s wonderful oral skills dispelled the shadowy thoughts and the solitary doubts of last night as she brought me to that excellent peak and sent me grunting and growling into the orgasmic bliss beyond.
“Oh shit, mom!” I said when I could speak again. “If I may say so, you are the best cock-sucking mother I know!”
“How many do you know?” She smiled back at me obviously with no offense at my vulgar compliment, my cum on her lips.
“It doesn’t mean you’re not still the best. If I could mix your tongue with Aunt Jess’s throat, I would have to marry that woman regardless of her relationship to anyone!”
“Are you comparing my sucking to my sister’s?”
“No. I’m not comparing them. Just that you each have your own talents and that if they were combined, would be beyond compare.”
“So I could be doing a better job?” She said coolly.
“Mom, everyone can get better. Even the best can improve.” I knew I was in a hole I couldn’t escape.
Mom’s look grew stern. I gulped. Then she grinned.
“I never thought of myself as that great at sucking cock. But I never gave much effort to improve. I never had any incentive to improve until you. That you consider me to be in a class comparable to Jess is compliment enough.”
Whew! I wasn’t going to be buried in that hole!
“Your dad won’t be asleep much longer. I had to come for my protein shake. And I felt guilty about last night.”
“Mom, you should never feel guilty about being with dad. I’ll have to man up and learn to deal with it. It’s not something that is ever going to go away. Not while you’re married and not while I’m your son. So, never. Neither one of us should feel bad. It’s the way things just are.”
“That seems so pessimistic.” Mom answered bluntly.
“I didn’t mean it to, but we have to be realistic. We have a very unique situation. You, dad, me, Aunt Jess.”
“I know honey. I just try to be more optimistic about things.”
“I do too, mom. Me most of all. I mean, I have two sexy experienced women that can’t seem to get enough of me. I’m the least pessimistic guy ever!” I knew this was counter to how I felt last night, but even superman has to have a moment of doubt right?
“Do you think we have time to take care of you mom?” I changed the subject back to sex.
“I don’t think so Jeremy. I may have worn out your dad, but he won’t sleep forever. You should take a shower and I’ll get breakfast ready before my other children get up.”
I glanced at the clock and it read 8:22. “Mom, its sacrilege for a teen to get up before at least 10 a.m. on a weekend! Give me another hour and a half.”
“Only because I want you to keep your strength up so you can go on making my delicious cum-flavored shakes!” She rose from my bed, not bothering to wrap her robe back around her nightie. Nothing was revealed, to my regret, but I had seen it all before and positively would again. “I’ll send one of your siblings to get you up. Your breakfast will be cold, but I’ll save you some.”
“Thanks mom! You’re the best!” I rolled over, pulled my pillow over my head, and fell to sleep more easily this time.
I awoke from no dream, but to a nightmare!
An earthquake was shaking my bed! I bolted upright, knocking my pillow from my head and discovered that it wasn’t an earthquake, but a more fearsome force of nature, an eight-year-old girl jumping up and down on the bed around my feet!
“Jojo! What are you doing?”
“Mommy said I could jump on your bed to wake you up sleepyhead!” My sister jumped more enthusiastically, taking advantage of this rare event of being allowed to jump on furniture. Her joy killed any irritation I had at being woken as she had. I remembered the secret thrill of jumping on the bed! I might have even joined her if I didn’t worry I would probably break my bed. I had many future plans for that bed that I surely didn’t want to destroy it!
I discretely made sure that mom had put all my parts away before I pushed aside the blankets, grabbed my little sister, and tackled her to the bed. I pulled up her little top and buried my face in her belly, blowing loud raspberries on it. Whether from the sound I created, or the feeling on her stomach, this brought on an equally loud giggling fit from Jojo. My hands tickled her sides and her voice escalated in octave, pitch, and volume. I’m sure some dogs in the neighborhood heard the parts of that screech that were beyond human hearing!
“What are you doing to your sister?” Mom yelled up the stairs.
I merely blew another raspberry on the bare belly.
Jojo’s larynx didn’t know to giggle some more or to screech again. I didn’t know it was possible, but she produced both sounds at once. Must be a superpower of little girls!
This also elicited another yell from below.
“Jeremy! Stop whatever you are doing to Jojo right now!”
I wasn’t sure from her tone, but mom almost sounded mad. I stopped my tickling, but I did blow another raspberry on my sister’s stomach. The sounds she was making descended back to ordinary human ones. I suddenly grew solemn. This could well be the last time I could do this so innocently with Joanne. She would soon sprout into a young woman and her older brother making farting sounds on her belly would become a thing of the past. Much like mom and I. No longer would we be able to go back to just being mother and son, even if we never had sex again. This thought brought on a bit of melancholy. I never wanted to lose what we had right now, but I also missed the days, seemingly now not so long ago, when she would tuck me in at night, or wipe my nose, or any of the thousands of things a mom did for you when you were a kid that you never thought about until moments like now when they were gone. I noticed Jojo looking up at me, tears running down her face in seeming sympathy to my thoughts but I knew were caused by my horseplay.
“What’s wrong Jeremy? You seem sad.”
“I was just thinking what a big girl you are getting to be. I’ll be going to college soon, you’ll grow up to be a woman and we won’t be able to do things like this anymore.”
“Why not? You’ll always be my brother; I’ll always be your sister.”
“Things get complicated when you grow up Jojo.”
“I don’t want to grow up then. I don’t like compilated, com-kilated. I don’t like hard.”
“Nobody does Jojo; you just have to deal with it. Now let’s get downstairs before mom … oh, hi mom.”
I saw mom standing once more in my doorway. She had dressed in a plain white blouse and a pleated dark navy blue skirt. She had a strange look on her face.
“Go downstairs Jojo. I think Johnny was setting up a game on the living room floor.”
My sister then did something that I would remember for the rest of my life. She turned to me, gave me a peck on the cheek with her tiny lips, and said, “I love you big brother.”
I was caught off guard, but a second or two later I answered her innocent declaration with my own. “I love you too Jojo. Go play with Johnny. I think mom wants to talk to me.”
“Are you in trouble?” She sounded concerned.
“No. I don’t think so. It’s okay, go on.”
She scooted off the bed, crossed to mom, and hugged her hips. “I love you too mommy! Don’t be mad at Jeremy. We was just playing.” She then hurried down the steps.
“I hope you aren’t here for another shake. I think I’m sold out.” I gave her a playful smile. Her eyes seemed watery.
“No. Not that. Not now, anyway. I heard what you told your sister.”
“What part?”
“All of it I think.”
“What about it?” I tried to replay what I had said.
“I agree with Jojo. I don’t like compilated either.” I had to smile at her repeating my sister’s mangled pronunciation.
“Do you like hard mom?” I knew that that wasn’t appropriate at the moment, but I couldn’t pass up the opportunity.
“Not now Jeremy, I’m serious.”
“Okay. I’m sorry.”
“You were right though. You’ll go to college next year, everything will change and where does that leave me. Us.”
“That’s a long way off still mom. Don’t worry about that now.”
“It’ll come sooner than you think Jeremy.”
“Its months and months away.” To me that was almost eternity.
“Months and months ago I brought you home from the hospital for the first time. It goes faster than you realize. You’re young and think you have all the time in the world. Then you wake up one day and wonder where your life went.”
“Come on mom, you’re not that old. You have plenty of life left in you.”
“As you said, Jojo will soon be a teen, then a young woman. I don’t want her ever finding out about … us. I would feel worse about that than if your father did.”
“You’re right mom. I was also thinking of the things we miss after they are gone and not appreciating them while you had them.”
“That’s a very wise thing to say.”
“I was playing with Jojo and I realized in a few years her body will change and she probably won’t let me blow farts on her belly anymore. I would miss that.”
“I used to do that to you. And I miss it too.”
“You still can mom!” I lifted my tee shirt. She eyed the patches of hair on my pecs and sprouting up from below my belly button.
“It wouldn’t be the same. And would lead to other things we really shouldn’t be doing.”
“But we love doing!” I added.
“Yes. We do. And now things are complicated.”
“Like I told her, that’s just life and being an adult. There’s nothing we can do about it. Just deal with it.”
“We don’t need to try to make it harder.” She caught herself and gave me a sly wink.
“Harder isn’t so bad sometimes!” I replied.
“I do like it harder, just not life.” Her innuendo just might make it harder! “I think we should get back downstairs before someone comes upstairs.”
I had to agree, as much as I always wanted to be alone with mom. She started to turn, then looked back at me. “I love you Jeremy.” She said quietly although her words were innocent enough for the rest of the family to hear. I knew her intent, and that no one else should hear!
“I love you too mom.” I answered in a voice equally low.
I quickly rose with a glance down to check the readiness, or lack thereof, in my shorts. Mom saw the look and smirked as she turned back to leave. I ran my hand through my hair to get rid of my bed head and followed mom’s shapely calves down the stairs.
At the bottom mom said without turning, ‘there’s a plate in the oven for you. Since you weren’t up at breakfast time.”
I glanced at my dad in his recliner to see if he had caught mom’s intimation. A long drive onto the green kept his attention from us. Or so I thought, because as mom walked past him, he gave her a swat on her behind. He saw me watching him and he smiled with a leer.
“Someday you’ll find a woman like your mother and you won’t be able to keep you hands off her …” He glanced at the two younger kids playing some board game I didn’t recognize, then said, “butt.”
“Daddy!” Jojo cried out in disgust.
“Daddy said butt!” Johnny laughed loudly.
Their two responses covered my reaction before I was able to respond. “Yeah dad, someone like mom and I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off her either. Just like you.”
Mom darted into the utility room to cover her reaction to my come back, of which I knew ninety percent of it went over dad’s head. I couldn’t tell if mom had been about to laugh, cry, or scream. I heard the washer start, but whether that was a cover or just doing chores, I couldn’t guess.
The memory of mom sprawled on top of the washer caused a stirring in my boxers. The kids had focused back on their game, dad riveted to the TV screen. I went into the kitchen and pulled the warm plate from the oven. I turned the oven off, grabbed a fork and using the hem of my shirt to hold the somewhat hot ceramic plate, again crossed the living room.
“I’ve got homework to do so I’ll be in my room.” I said to nobody, and nobody was all that heard me.
I returned to my room with the intention of actually doing some schoolwork. Hours flew by as I lost myself in a history assignment; learning about the unsung achievements of George Washington Carver. When I finished I realized how thirsty I was and that I had neglected to get something to drink with my late breakfast. I also realized that it was now past lunch so I went back downstairs to replenish.
I noticed Johnny and Jojo in their rooms when I passed, and dad of course appeared to have never moved. Mom was in the kitchen doing something as I had a vision of her standing there, not wearing the white blouse and dark skirt, but only wearing her birthday suit. My dick rose immediately, apparently enough time had passed for it to want to get out and look around.
I went to the fridge and grabbed a sports drink. Mom looked up at me and gave me a small smile when she saw I was just getting a beverage and returned to whatever she was doing. I moved slowly and she glanced at me a few times. I moved behind her as if I was getting a glass, which should’ve made her suspicious, as I never used a glass with my sports drink. While I was out of her sight, I slipped my dick out of its confinement and with a quick movement, lifted her skirt with one hand and pulled her panties aside with the other. Mom let out a small cry when she felt this, but before she could react, I pushed my cock forward and managed to find her hidden cleft right away. Mom gasped both with surprise and I hoped, pleasure.
She whispered loudly. “We can’t do this now! Not here! Your father is right there in the living room!” As her voice grew more insistent, it dropped in volume, until it was as stern as a prison guard and so soft I could barely hear her.
We were standing behind the island counter and only visible from the waist up for anyone entering the room. I gave another thrust and she leaned forward, planting her hands wide on the granite top.
“Dad’s not getting up and the counter is hiding anything he might see.” I explained calmly.
“We still shouldn’t! It’s too dangerous! Oh! That’s so goood!” She sighed.
I pumped her with a slow tempo, not wanting her to get too vocal with her pleasure. I put my hands on her shoulders to steady us both, giving her a few quick hard thrusts. This drew the response I wanted and yet feared. Mom moaned out somewhat loudly. I looked to the entrance to the living room, but neither heard nor saw anything from my father. I returned to the slower rhythm and mom moaned in short gasps with each plunge of my cock, the gentle murmur of the TV hopefully covering her noise.
Without any warning, my dad suddenly appeared at the kitchen’s edge.
“What’s going on in here?” He asked casually.
So he couldn’t see what we were doing. Mom stood back upright, but my cock stayed buried in her cunt.
“I thought I heard you moan Jenny. Are you okay?” Dad asked with concern.
Mom was quicker to answer him than I was.
“Jeremy just came in for a drink,” she nodded to the bottle on the counter dripping condensation down its sides, “and he surprised me with a hug, that’s all.”
Dad looked at us both, at mom then me standing behind her, my hands still on her shoulders. Mom spoke again.
“My neck is sore, so I asked if he could give me a … massage.”
I took this cue from her and began to rub my hands into her lower neck. With our other activities being unnoticed, I also jerked my hips forward, my pubic hairs buried in mom’s fleshy ass cheeks.
I heard mom’s faint gasp before she said, “Harder honey. That feels so good.”
I massaged her neck with exaggerated enthusiasm as I ground my dick forward again with more force.
“Oh yes! Just like that. You know how to make your mother feel better.”
I saw dad give us a strange look, but it didn’t appear that he realized anything. I pushed into mom again. She moaned out as my ‘massage’ covered for her vocal reactions to my stiff cock filling her pussy. While dad stood about eight feet away! He moved to the fridge and got a beer out. He gave us another stare, mom’s hands now atop mine.
“Yes dear, more of that! Right there! Oh yes!”
I felt mom was overdoing her mock and yet so real moaning. Dad shook his head and went back to the living room.
Mom and I stood without moving for a long minute before she took a step away from me, turned to take my arm in her grip, and pulled me out to the garage. Once the connecting house door was closed, she burst out laughing from the obvious nervous tension. There was a quiet emptiness in me, as if I had stared down death. I’m sure that wasn’t metaphorical either. I noticed my heart had been so frightened that it hadn’t even thought to beat faster. Maybe because most of my blood was still in my cock, which seemed unaffected, standing tall and wet from mom’s excitement.
“I can’t believe he didn’t realize what we were doing! And when you said harder, I almost had a stroke!”
“You gave me a stroke though! Be glad that he didn’t realize. That would have been the end for both of us! You did give it to me harder too! I almost screamed out right then!” She reached out and grabbed my dick and pulled me around her car that was parked there.
I followed willingly regardless of the hand gripping my member. Mom bent over the car’s hood, spreading her arms wide on the formed steel.
“Now finish what you started and fuck me good and hard!”
I needed no invitation, so I lifted her skirt, her panties still on her ass cheek, and slid back into her. With more distance between us and dad and the closed door also, I started to really give it to mom more enthusiastically. Her moaning came from her lips more freely, allowing herself to enjoy my pounding cock.
I didn’t think it would be too long for me so I tried to concentrate on making mom cum first. She must have been really in need because she began pushing back on me harder than I was ramming into her quivering cunt.
“Oh, fuck, yeah! Almost … don’t stop! … Gaaahd!”
I was slamming so hard into her ass that I was sure we were going to leave a dent in her fender! As she shook in the midst of her orgasm I kept going, whether I made her cum again or did so myself didn’t matter to me. Mom recovered enough to join again in our mutual movements. Not long now!
We both heard the house door release and open. Mom pulled her arms off the hood but stayed bent over next to the side of the car. I moved back as she changed positions, which worked out to my benefit, I hoped, as I was now more hidden by the car’s passenger compartment. But my cock was still lodged deep in mom’s soaked pussy.
“Oh, here you are. I wondered where you two went when you weren’t in the kitchen anymore.”
Once again, quick thinking mom said, “Jeremy told me there was a scratch on my car and I came … to check it out.”
I had to put my hand over my mouth as I coughed to cover my choking.
Mom looked at me over her shoulder. “Are you okay?”
“Something in my throat.”
“I get that a lot lately.” She replied dryly.
I almost lost a lung then. I saw mom’s evil-looking grin as she looked at the side of the car.
“It’s not that big Jeremy.” She wiggled her ass against my crotch.
I knew she was teasing me some more. “What do you mean? It’s huge!” I shoved into her so hard I almost toppled her forward.
Dad took a step closer. “Let me see it.”
The next cough stuck in my throat.
Mom simply answered, “No, it’s really nothing. You can barely see it. Jeremy is just exaggerating how big it is.”
I wasn’t sure if this was another crack about my dick or just panic as dad took another slow step.
I quickly added, “I’ll get some of that scratch concealer at the hardware store tomorrow. You won’t even be able to tell where the scratch was.” Dad paused. “It really is nothing dad. Don’t worry about it.”
“Well I guess, if you say so. Don’t forget to do that tomorrow. I have a couple small nicks that could be covered up too.”
Great! Now I really did have to go to the hardware store tomorrow! I heard mom giggle. She stood up and her skirt simply fell back into place. I was left standing there with my softening dick hanging out in the open.
In an effort to keep mom with me I said, “What about this spot here mom?”
She looked directly at me, a sly grin covering her face. “I think you can take care of it dear. You can probably just rub it out.”
Her grin grew wickedly as she turned to follow dad back into the house. She paused at the door.
“That’s what you get for scaring me like you did.”
I could hear dad’s voice saying something about scaring, but I couldn’t hear it all. I pulled up my shorts, taking a minute or two for my erection to subside before I reentered the house. I couldn’t let dad see me with a woody after having been pressed up behind mom whether he didn’t suspect anything or not!
As I walked into the kitchen mom asked with a portion of her evil grin still on her lips.
“Did you rub it out?”
“No.” I answered petulantly. “My customers might get upset if they found out I was throwing out perfectly good product.”
The grin turned into a sexy smile.
“Touché.” Mom said. She licked her lips slowly and sensually. “I’ll be there later tonight.” She paused and her smile died.
“Seriously, that was so dangerous. We can’t afford to get caught Jeremy.”
“I’m sorry mom, but I saw you in your skirt and I pictured what was hiding underneath and I couldn’t help myself.”
“I know dear. I should’ve stopped you right away, but once I felt this …” she patted my barely softened dick, “inside me, I couldn’t tell you no. We have gotten very careless lately.”
“I know. I just find you so sexy mom. The danger makes it even more exciting.”
“Yes dear. Until we get caught that is. I find it exciting that you think I’m so sexy that you can’t keep your hands off me. Or is that you know just how willing I am that you can’t resist?”
“It’s not that mom. Not all that.” I sputtered out.
“I feel the same about you too honey.” She put a hand on my left cheek and kissed my right one. “We just have to be more careful. Maybe if I could give the little guy more attention, he wouldn’t be so ready to spring up unannounced.”
“But that doesn’t help you mom. Making you cu- …” I glanced to the living room expecting dad suddenly to appear for the third time. “Giving you pleasure is what I like most about being with you, mom.”
“And that’s why I love you too Jeremy. If you had been doing this just for your own … release, it would have ended long ago. Not many men feel like you do. It’s why you are able to keep me and Jess happy even with us knowing about the other. And when you are with one of us, it is all about the one you are with. It’s why Jess let’s you continue with her even though she knows you, for some reasons I cannot fathom, prefer me.”
“Mom. I wish you could see yourself with my eyes. Yes, Aunt Jessica has the figure and the looks, but that is superficial. Not that I don’t like superficial, and not that that is all Aunt Jess is to me, but you have an amazing figure too. You are more than just looks though. Your style, your bearing, your confidence. What mother would be so bold upon feeling her son’s … not to pull her hand away, but to do … what you did? And when you cleaned your hand in front of Aunt Jess! Do you know how hot that was? That has nothing to do with looks. Looks had nothing to do with what you did right there in this kitchen that time.” I had to struggle not to be too explicit in case dad should hear words he shouldn’t hear me saying to mom.
“It wasn’t looks true. It was more about need though. Your father and I have gotten complacent about sex. With family, and work, and golf,” she added with a touch of disdain, “we haven’t had as many chances as I would like. Women hit their prime later than men. So I think I need it more now than your father does. He may be fine with once or twice a month, but as you’ve fortunately or not learned, once or twice a day almost isn’t enough.”
“I like that frequency!”
“You’re in your prime now dear. You want it all the time!”
“Not all the time. Sometimes I want to eat!”
Mom laughed at this. “That’s a male teen, sex and food!”
“What more do you need?” I asked honestly. I mean really.
“Well now that you’ve caused enough trouble for one day you should go find something else to do before your father gets suspicious of all the time you are spending in the kitchen with your mother.”
“Something to do, besides my mother?” I gave her a grin, then a kiss on her cheek, but let my lips slide down to hers before I pulled away. “I haven’t been spending much time with my friends lately. I suppose I could spend the rest of the day with them instead of my sexy aunt and her equally hot sister!”
Mom moved to swat my arm but I dodged her feeble swing. “I may be home late. Don’t wait up.”
“Remember it’s a school night!” There was still some of my former mother left in this incredible woman standing before me.
“Yes mom.” I replied. “We’ll probably just troll the suburbs looking for some hot moms that need some good lovin’.” I teased as I went out the door; the dishtowel she’d thrown hit the door’s window.
I chuckled to myself as I walked to my car parked at the curb. If I didn’t already have almost more women than I could handle with the two I had, I might have thought about bringing it up to the other guys. This was a secret I would have to keep to myself. Let them each discover the joys of an older woman on their own.
I did have to dodge their questions as to what I had been doing lately that I didn’t come around as much. I let them believe that I had a girl that they didn’t know about, which was mostly true in its own way. They didn’t need to know I had two!
The five of us whiled away the afternoon in the time-tested way of all teen guys, hanging out at the local gathering place and talking about music, movies, and of course, girls, while scoping out any cute or hot girls that wondered by. I found them all to be, well, girls. Not women. I played along, still enjoying the sights. There had been a couple women pass by that drew my attention, but after making a comment about the first one and their response having been, ‘she’s old!’ I made no further comment and enjoyed the views silently. I think one or two may have even glanced back at me upon catching my stares. If not for mom or Aunt Jess, I might have tried to talk to one (or more) of them. If there were more desperate housewives out there …
We grabbed some burgers, played some hoops, a few of the guys had to leave early, and when darkness fell and the bugs finally got intolerable the rest of us after awhile called it a night. I promised not to ignore them as much but with their belief in my girlfriend, I could tell they didn’t really hold me to it.
I knew everyone would probably be in bed when I got home just after eleven. I saw a light in my parent’s bedroom window, but I knew it was too late for a visit from mom; dad would be in bed, but would still be awake I was sure. I entered the house as quietly as I could, not because of any curfew but out of respect for the rest of the family. My parents had never set a time to be home, feeling that that was my decision and if I wanted to suffer the next day that was also my consequences for a bad decision. As long as my grades were good, they relied on knowing that they had brought me up right to make the right choices.
I was about to head up the stairs when I heard my parent’s bedroom door open. The light from the small nightstand lamp was still enough almost to blind my dark-adjusted eyes. I looked into the glow down the hall and mom emerged with a halo of light around her like an angel. She turned back when dad said something low enough that I couldn’t hear, even in the quiet house.
“I just want to check on Jeremy.” Mom pulled the door almost closed behind her, and moved gracefully down the hall to my side. She took my head in her hands and kissed me. I knew nothing more than kissing would happen with dad waiting on her return, but even just kissing mom, hungrily and passionately, was fine by me. My dick, having had no release all day even though we had fucked in the kitchen and garage, rose with this small encouragement. I knew mom could feel its expansion as she kissed more fervently. Was she trying to torture me? Mom pushed tighter against my now erect cock.
“You shouldn’t coddle him so much. He is eighteen.” Dad’s voice called out louder than necessary. I’m sure it was directed at me as much as it was at his wife.
I whispered to mom as I groaned my cock into her body. “If this is coddling, you can do it all you want mom!” I could see her radiant smile even in the dim light.
“I know you’ve had no release today and I’m sorry now for not taking care of you earlier, but I’ll make up for it in the morning when I come for my shake first thing in the morning.” Her gentle smile took on a twisted turn.
“Not too early I hope.” Mom kissed me again but it was quick and more motherly. She turned to go back to her room. I watched her for no reason other than to watch and when her door closed, I climbed the stairs to my room. I had to pee, but had to wait for my mother-induced hard-on to wilt before I could. I crashed in bed wearing just my boxers to make it easy for mom to access my protein shake machine in the morning. It took me a good while before I could fall asleep. Thoughts about our multiple near misses this afternoon and what could happen should dad discover what we were doing literally almost under his nose. These shouldn’t have been my thoughts before going to sleep as they clouded my night; I tossed and turned for hours before settling into a deep dreamless sleep.
A whole day without any release allowed mom to have me ready to cum before I even woke. I returned to the world mere moments before giving mom a Mucho Grande Morning Special Protein Shake topped with whipped cream and hold the cherry. She guzzled it down in one drink, although she didn’t expect the Mucho Grande to be so large and had some trouble swallowing it down fast enough. She choked a little and spilled on her chin. She clearly enjoyed it as she had a big smile on her face as she licked her lips and wiped her chin with a finger, then sucking that clean too.
“Thank you sir. Please come again soon!” Mom quipped with a happy grin.
“Isn’t that the proprietor’s line?” I said as she tucked my wilting dick back in my underwear.
“Not at this shop.” She said.
“The customer is always right.”
“This customer says get your ass up and get ready for school.”
“I knew there was a mother in there somewhere!”
“Get up before I …”
“What? Suck my cock again? Sit on my face so I can make you cum as hard as you just made me? Or you’ll bounce up and down with my big dick in your wonderful pussy?”
“No.” Mom was barely able to get out the single word.
I got up groggily as mom moved off my bed. I gave her a tight hug when we were both standing.
“Thank you mom. You really are the best!”
I grabbed some clothes and headed for the shower. The cool water fully woke me and I had to rush dressing as I was slightly running late. I gave mom a quick kiss on the cheek as I rushed out the door.
When I returned after school, I saw Aunt Jessica pulling into our drive just before I did. Was mom planning on something? We wouldn’t have much time before my brother and sister got home. Was she going to have her sister watch the kids so we could fool around before dad got home? That seemed also unlikely. Aunt Jess waved to me after she got out of her car. I parked and met her at the steps.
“What are you here for Aunt Jess?”
“I know what you’re thinking! I’m not here for sex. Not that I don’t want to jump my handsome nephew!” I probably blushed at her comment. “You’re mom called and asked me to come over. So it might be sex!”
“I doubt sex.” I responded quickly.
“What could it be that she couldn’t tell me on the phone?” She asked with a hint of worry.
“Did she ask you to come now?” I thought that maybe it was something to do with our situation. After our close calls yesterday, was mom going to say that we had to stop? Now was a terrible time for that to happen, what with dad being gone all of next weekend! I started to worry now!
“Some of us have jobs you know.” She said wryly.
“Oh. Yeah.” That didn’t mean mom wasn’t thinking of ending things between the three of us.
I opened the door and allowed my aunt to enter. She was wearing snug but not overly tight jeans and a white ribbed knit turtleneck sweater that hugged her fabulous tits, as I wanted to do. I did stare at her ass as she passed by me. She noticed, or had assumed that I would, and gave it a gentle wiggle. I heard her giggle.
“Do you want to fuck my ass again Jeremy?” I coughed as she had said it quite loudly in the middle of the living room.
“What is this about ass fucking?” Mom asked as if she was inquiring about the weather as she came out of the hallway.
“Didn’t Jeremy tell you?” My aunt said with a look at me.
“Tell me what? Did you have him fuck you in the ass? You have always been the slut!”
“Yes I did. Actually it was my first time for your information!” Aunt Jess replied to mom snidely.
“Really? You always seemed like an anal girl.”
“Is that a thing?”
“I don’t know.” Mom shrugged. She looked at me. “Jeremy and I have agreed that I didn’t need to know everything you two do and that he would not ‘kiss and tell’ about us. Not everything, but I would’ve thought that that would be something you would’ve been eager to share.” Mom gazed at me.
“Remember mom, Saturday was the day you and dad were carrying on, and with our carrying on yesterday, I never got the chance. It’s something you tell right away or not at all. Unless it comes up.”
“Fair enough.” Mom answered.
“What’s this about you and Justin?” Aunt Jess asked with great interest. Mom gestured her sister to sit, then sat also.
“Jeremy, I made some iced tea. Why don’t you get your aunt and I a glass? I suppose you could have a glass too, this concerns you as well.”
That sounded very ominous.
I went into the kitchen, and I admit I tried to overhear what was said. It was only about mom and dad’s big night and Aunt Jess describing our anal encounter. Boring huh? I returned and set the glasses next to the women. I sat in dad’s recliner until mom’s fiery glare made me move. I sat on the loveseat while they sat at either end of the couch. Mom proceeded to tell Aunt Jess about dad’s trip and the fact that she had refused to accompany him. Aunt Jess looked to me with a question in her eye.
“I’m not going either. Not with school almost finished.”
She looked back at mom.
“I didn’t refuse to go just so we could have sex all weekend!” Mom answered her sister’s unvoiced comment. “Not that we won’t. But it’s not why I said no. The kids have perfect attendance and are proud of that. I’m not taking them out of school so we can sit at a resort while Justin is golfing and drinks all day without us. If it was a family trip I might be more willing to agree, but it’s a work trip that they are bringing families so they don’t feel guilty about it. I won’t agree to token trip like that.”
“As nice as it sounds, it is pretty crappy that all the wives will be babysitting kids all day while the guys actually have a vacation!” Aunt Jess agreed.
I didn’t think that the trip was what they were making it out to be, but I wasn’t going to argue with either of them. And if it got me a weekend with mom and her sister, I would agree to pretty much anything! So I simply nodded to their complaints.
“But what about Johnny and Jojo? We can’t do much with them still here.”
“You’re as bad as Jeremy, Jess! Already planning on the togas and the tequila aren’t you?” Mom asked rhetorically. Togas and tequila? I was in!
“Tell me you’re not as excited at the prospect as we are?” Aunt Jess asked less rhetorically, but still not expecting an answer. “We could take them to mom’s! I’m sure she’d love to see the kids for the weekend!”
“We can’t do that Jess. They’d tell their dad about being with grandma and when they were the reason I made about not going it would look suspicious for me not going with him. Not that he would suspect the truth. I hope.”
“But mom you told dad it was because of Friday and Monday. If you say grandma asked to see them on Saturday and Sunday, your excuse is still valid and we can have our weekend free. I’m sure they both would love to see Grandma Sharon.”
“I’m not dumping my kids off at my mother’s so I can have a debauchery filled two days with my sister and my son!” Mom said defiantly. To me it sounded like a perfect plan!
“Jenny I’m not saying that we want to dump Johnny and Jojo on mom. You know I love them both. I love all your kids.” Aunt Jess looked longingly at me.
“We love you too Aunt Jessica!” I replied. She smiled sexily at me.
“You know how thrilled mom would be to have them. You’re always saying that she makes comments about how much she doesn’t get to see them, not like she did when Jeremy was younger.”
I had always loved going to Grandma Sharon’s house. She’d give me treats and we’d play games all day and I would … but I digress.
“Yes mom would love it, the kids would love it, but then why do I feel so guilty about agreeing to it?”
“Because you want the debauchery and the togas and the tequila too mom!”
“There will be no alcohol!” She said sternly.
Aunt Jess laughed at the same time as I did. Mom looked at us puzzled.
“No alcohol, but you’re fine with the togas and debauchery?” Aunt Jess asked. I held back more laughter. A smile grew on mom’s lips.
“I guess when you put it like that, it is amusing.”
“Toga! Toga! Toga!” Aunt Jessica chanted.
It seemed that I remembered those words from an old 80’s movie that I couldn’t think of at that moment. Mom must have remembered it because she laughed then.
“But what if Justin asks?” She questioned us.
“Do you really think he would mom?”
“Yeah Jenny, just tell him mom called after he left and that it was a coincidence and just a spur of the moment thing. It’s not like he’s going to think you have a hot young stud lined up for the weekend is he?” Aunt Jess said and gave me another undressing with her gaze.
“Well, no.” Mom answered still wavering.
“Come on mom, how many chances will we get like this? You keep saying how dangerous it is with dad and the kids here. Now’s our chance with none of them around.” I pleaded.
Mom looked me square in the face and I could see the pleading in her own eyes. She did want this as bad as Aunt Jess and I; she just had to convince her practical, motherly side to let the sexy cougar half have some fun. A look crossed her face that let me know the cougar had won out.
“Okay, I’ll call mom. I’ll have to tell her that it has to be her idea if it ever comes up.” She gave a resigned sigh.
“That’ll make her suspicious, but mom’s suspicious of everything!” Aunt Jess added with too much glee. “It’s not like Justin and mom will ever stop and compare notes. They hardly ever talk, even standing right next to each other.”
Aunt Jessica did have a point. I don’t think I’ve ever heard dad say anything more than hello to Grandma Sharon, and she talked to everyone, and I mean every one, and she only ever added goodbye to their conversations. I never knew why and had never asked.
“I still feel like this makes it official now, that I’m cheating on Justin, your father.” Mom added that last while looking at me. “That by making whatever excuses to not go with him, I’m trying to justify staying home to spend time, a whole weekend, with my new lover.” She made a point of not looking at me then, like that would cause her to lose any resolve to voice her concerns. “I can’t say I’m sorry that all this started, or that I’ve involved you Jessica, but that doesn’t make any of this any easier.”
“You’ve never denied that you’ve been cheating on dad, but it’s not the same really. You’re not doing it with some strange man you picked up at the grocery store.” I tried to ease her consciousness, but I wasn’t sure if I did though.
“No Jeremy.” Mom did look at me now, with sad but smiling eyes. “This makes it worse. That he’s not good enough for me, but his son, our son, is. It’s not only me cheating on him, it’s you too!”
I had to turn away from mom’s gaze with this near-accusation. Aunt Jessica nodded her agreement. How did this suddenly become all about me? I was still technically the victim here. I hadn’t started this. Not with mom. And not with Aunt Jess either. I hadn’t done anything until our third encounter. I had been a willing bystander, very willing, but still just a bystander. Both of them were still looking at me and I was getting very uncomfortable.
“But it’s not all our fault mom. If he’d been taking care of you, none of this would have even started.” I tried to deflect this unwanted attention.
“That’s a feeble excuse Jeremy. I’m sure that there are millions of wives that aren’t being fulfilled that aren’t cheating. That doesn’t justify this. And at this point, I don’t know that even if he had been taking care of my ‘needs’ that I wouldn’t have kept my hand there. I’ve since learned that there is something about you Jeremy that makes me want to be dangerous with you!” Her tone had softened and I was able to look at her again.
“I’ve always wanted to be dangerous with you.” Aunt Jess added, not wanting to be left out. Well, anymore than she already felt. I turned to take in her gaze.
“You two are the most dangerous women that I know, and I don’t ever want to lose you. Either of you.” I stared intently at my aunt with my last statement to show she shouldn’t feel slighted in the least. A smile bloomed on her lips. Mom saw this and smiled too.
“Just because we are going to do this doesn’t mean I am completely okay with it.” The smile didn’t leave her lips though.
“I’m not either mom. I’ve accepted that since that first time we had sex. I love to be with you. Both of you. But I didn’t set out to steal you from dad. I don’t want to do anything to hurt him, or the family. I want you for myself, but I don’t want to have my parents get divorced either.” I said with my deepest sincerity.
“You didn’t steal me Jeremy. I gave myself to you willingly.” Mom’s loving look swelled my heart. It hurt that being with her was also causing her any anguish. It only made me want to comfort and please her all the more.
Aunt Jessica looked on with an odd stare that to me looked like jealousy. But it seemed to be directed at me and not her sister. My aunt obviously had her own unvoiced issues to deal with. I don’t know what I had done to her for her to be jealous. She saw me staring at her and the look washed from her face and was replaced by a weak smile that seemed forced. Mom broke the silence that had filled the room.
“So I’ll call mom to make sure it will be okay for the kids to come for the weekend. Justin leaves Thursday evening but we’ll still have our usual Friday movie night routine; we shouldn’t change that just because you’re dad isn’t here.” Aunt Jess got a lecherous grin on her lips. Mom continued unaware. “Johnny and Jojo do look forward to Fridays.”
“Me too!” I interrupted. Mom waved aside my words.
“Jessica will stay over like she does …” Mom’s eyes drifted as she contemplated what we would be doing that evening. “Saturday morning we will have breakfast, then take the kids to mom’s. Sunday night we will go pick them up and things will go back to normal.” She finished as if our plans were set in stone now.
“Normal? Is anything in this house normal mom?” I said.
The front door burst open at that moment as Johnny charged in, Jojo not far behind him.
“Aunt Jess!” My brother shouted and leapt into her lap. The way he hugged her made me wonder if he had realized her full breasts were more than a hindrance to his hugging her. Jojo was swept up in my aunt’s arms along with my brother. Mom’s eyes grew solemn as she watched this scene, obviously doubting herself and her choices.
“It’ll be okay mom.”
She looked over at me and although the look stayed in place, her eyes did light up. Aunt Jess had started to tickle her young nephew and niece, their raucous giggling filling the room with unbridled joy. Mom glanced back to the mad piling of arms and legs, then returned her look to me.
“I’m sure it will honey. I sure hope so.”
I picked up my untouched tea and drank it in one long drink, gulping it down thirstily. Mom watched and picked up her own glass, but she only sipped it before setting it down again. I took my empty glass to the kitchen. I didn’t know if there was more that mom wanted to say, anything that she could say with other ears now in the room. I reentered the living room and nodded to mom to draw her attention.
“Anything else for me? If not, I’m going to my room to do some homework.” She just nodded.
I went upstairs, grabbing my backpack as I did. I heard mom break up the other two with commands of doing homework and their protests in return. I lost myself to learning for a few hours, hearing my siblings come up to their rooms at some point. Mom called us for dinner, and I saw that dad was home but that Aunt Jess had left without my hearing her leave. Dad asked about mom’s scratch and I remembered that I hadn’t stopped at the hardware store. I made up something quickly that it was only color-match and so I had only gotten enough for mom’s car. He looked disappointed that I hadn’t thought to get some for his SUV, but said nothing more about it.
I was disappointed that mom didn’t come to ‘tuck’ me in that evening, nor did she come the next morning. It was only when I got home after school on Tuesday that she made up for her lapse. I walked in the front door and mom was waiting for me on her knees. She attacked my pants when I approached and had them and my boxers down to my knees before I had even set down my backpack. She engulfed my rising cock with obvious hunger.
“Jeez mom!” I croaked out.
“I hope you haven’t had to throw out any of your delicious product. I think I may need a double helping today.” Her eyes peered up at me with such helpless longing.
“I was thinking I might have to before the pump blew out with the back pressure!” I replied.
This ongoing protein shake innuendo was getting a bit old for me, but it seemed to excite mom to have this slang for sucking my cock and swallowing my cum, so who was I to deny her that? Hearing my words caused her to suck with greater vigor and I knew that it would only be a couple of minutes if she kept up as she was doing.
“God yes mom! Suck my big cock! Your mouth feels so good!” I exclaimed loudly.
“Give me your cum Jeremy! I love it!”
She was bobbing up and down at a reckless pace, her lips sliding along my shaft so tightly, her tongue somehow swirling around my dick as it pistoned in her mouth to the entrance of her throat. I gasped and had to grab her head as my legs quivered. She drooled her saliva, coating my shaft, so that she could use a hand to stroke me from the base up as her mouth sucked me from the top down. Her second hand played with my boiling balls.
I lost it then and called out heedless of any ears that might hear me.
“Cuumming mommm! Cummming!”
Mom pulled back until only my domed head was still in her mouth, to make room for the amount of sperm I began to pump into her oral chamber. My other hand grabbed at her hair, my chest tightened, my breath ceased, my eyes clenched, and I continued to fill mom’s mouth as fast as she could swallow. My balls must have been huge with the amount of cum I was spraying on mom’s tonsils.
When I finished and mom had cleaned my dick off, she rolled back onto her feet and stood up. She was wearing a satiny off-red blouse with a fair amount of cleavage showing, and a black, knee-length pencil skirt that made me marvel at how she had stood without trouble. I bent down to pull up my pants.
“Don’t bother with that. I said I wanted a double. I’m not done yet, but you should probably sit on the couch before we continue.” She glanced at the clock over the couch. “We should have plenty of time before your brother and sister get home.”
I shuffled to the couch with my pants still around my knees. I sat, or rather, dropped onto the cushions. Mom knelt again, gracefully in her skirt, pushed my clothes to my ankles, and then moved between my knees and took my sagging cock in her delicate fingers. I shifted to get more situated and comfortable. Mom broke out laughing and I had to stare at her.
“Isn’t this what’s gotten us into trouble?”
“Huh?” I asked as sagely as I could manage.
“My hand on your cock and you shifting around.”
I looked down at her hand doing nothing more than holding my maleness as if I had just realized what she was doing.
“Um yeah, I guess so.”
Either the recent loss of blood to my brain, or its return, seemed to make me slightly loopy.
“Must just be me.”
Mom’s curled up lips drooped, and then dropped to kiss the tip of my mushroom head. She ran her tongue over the small hole as if she could push it in. That wonderful tongue then began an elegant dance on, over, around, and under my cock head. The smooth skin tightened like a drumhead as it expanded. Her fingers drummed in pattern along the sides, somehow coaxing the return of my blood. My dick grew by half in half a dozen minutes, and from there exponentially, geometrically?
As her tongue continued its ballet, mom had taken the entire head and a third of my growing length in her mouth. The hand not tapping the sides of my dick was now squeezing the base of my dick so tightly that it hurt. This squeezing caused my cock to bulge bigger than normal. Mom gurgled as she bobbed her head down and up. She had half of my length in her mouth, pushing past the entrance to her throat. I she had no inclination at this point with the little time we had to try to deep throat me now.
“Oh my God mom!” I groaned out. I couldn’t believe how quickly she had me ready to cum again. I wasn’t ready yet but the end was in sight. “You really love sucking my big hard cock don’t you?” It was mostly rhetorical as her actions answered louder than any words.
“Mmrgerglm mhfm!”
I didn’t need an interpreter; I got the gist of her meaning.
“Take it mom! Suck that cock like a slut!” I encouraged her.
“Mmm hmm”
Mom was now taking my dick deep into her mouth while humming that caused my cock head to vibrate while in close proximity to her vocal cords. She then withdrew until only the bare tip was still encased in her suctioning lips, the humming now vibrating the nerves on the sensitive tip. She then repeated the process. This seemed beyond anything she’d done to me before that I wondered if she’d taken tips from someone. Someone new though, as this wasn’t even something that Aunt Jessica had done.
“You’ve learned some new tricks mom! That feels amazing!” I declared.
Her green eyes glowed back at me. Her squeezing hand was beginning to hurt beyond my tolerance to take.
“Ease up on the hand mom. It’s really hurting now!”
Her hand lessened its hold but also began to stroke the distance my loose skin had to give. The burning sting as the blood filled back in to the base of my cock also added to the numerous feelings from my rampant cock. I was sure that if mom had made an effort to push me over the edge to ecstasy right then she would have been richly rewarded, again!
“Shit mom! I’m so fucking close! Make me fill your slutty mouth! Oh yeah!” I grabbed her dark brown hair in my fingers in an effort to increase her already frenetic pace. I don’t know which hand it was, but fingers tickled the underside of my ball sack along some nerves that must be there. That was the straw that pushed me over.
“Holy fuck mom! I’m cummming again!”
My entire body locked up as it focused on draining whatever was still in my tender balls into my mother’s sucking mouth and down her swallowing throat. It didn’t take as long this time and mom struggled hardly at all to drink down my seed.
I flopped back listlessly as mom finished collecting every last dribble and then gave my dick a spit shine. She pulled my pants and underwear back up, struggling with the little help she was receiving from my spent limbs. She zipped and buttoned my pants only minutes before Jojo and Johnny exploded in the front door. I glanced at mom worried she’d be mad at how close we’d cut it. The satisfied and triumphant look on her face seemed to imply that she had timed it perfectly. If that had been her intent, then indeed she had!
“Wow mom! That was fuh …” I caught myself with tender ears now present. “That was incredible! Twice!”
She permitted herself a slow lick of her lips. I grinned at her.
“Mommy, can I have a cookie? I was good at school today! I got two gold stars!” Jojo crowed in delight.
“And some milk too!” Johnny added without professing any achievements to warrant his reward.
Mom sprang to her feet with more energy than I could muster right then.
“Two gold stars! That deserves two cookies!” Mom hurried to the kitchen with my siblings following her.
“And some milk too!” Johnny repeated as if it might be overlooked in the excitement of getting cookies.
I stood roughly, feeling as drained as I in reality was.
“Do you want a cookie too mommy?” Jojo waved one of her two towards mom. “Were you good today mommy?”
I had to cough then. Mom raised her eyes to mine.
“Mommy was very, very good today! She should get three cookies! And a … nice … big … glass of … creamy … milk too!”
Mom’s eyes widened as I emphasized each adjective.
“How many stars did you get mommy?” Jojo asked innocently.
Johnny answered before mom or I could correct my sister. “Mommies don’t get stars silly.”
“Mommy would have gotten all the stars Jojo.” I gave my own response. Jojo beamed at my answer.
“Good job mommy!” She exclaimed proudly.
“Yes, good job mommy.” I said just as proudly.
Mom swatted my shoulder with more force than she’d intended as she then rubbed it with maternal care. Mom and I each ate a cookie as the younger two ended up with three each. Jojo still tried to offer mom one of hers as a reward.
“It’s yours honey. You eat it. Mommy is full right now.” She eyed me with a glint in her eye.
I chuckled quietly.
I grabbed my bag and went upstairs to lie down for a while. I was seriously going to have to start working out! Though with my schedule already full I didn’t know when I would have any time. It would cut into my mom-sucking-my-dick time or the banging-my-aunt’s-fantastic-ass time! As I said, my schedule was quite full already!
I had no nightly or a.m. visits that night or on Wednesday either. I had to take it upon myself Wednesday night when I heard mom’s bedroom door shut without ‘tucking’ me in first. I had plenty of visual stimulation stored in my brain that I lasted as long as if mom had actually been there.
I forgave her for not showing up, as I knew we had a big weekend coming. I regretted having to take any action knowing how spent I would be by Sunday and would be wishing for that extra bit in the tank. Unfortunately, it didn’t work like that. Regardless of how empty I would be come Sunday night, it didn’t relieve the overload pressure earlier in the week.
During school, I lost focus during my teacher’s lectures as I tried to think of things, positions, situations to do with mom and Aunt Jess. Thursday afternoon in Ms. Jennings’s class I had pictured the thirty-something brunette bent over her desk and me sticking my cock in her big ass as I had done with my aunt. The hard-on I received from these thoughts would not go away before class was over and I was forced to exit the room trying to hide my hard cock. I’m sure I failed as I noticed Ms. Jennings giving me a curious look that in my teenage sex-crazed mind I took to be interest. I reprimanded myself that it couldn’t be that and with mom and her sister (and I still had Margie for an emergency call if required) that I had no need for another sexually needy older woman! But Ms. Jennings was fairly attractive. No! I told myself, I had enough problems now. New thoughts of Ms. Jennings on her knees sucking me, or laying naked on her desk with her ankles on my shoulders and my …
I had to contemplate risking an extended stop in the men’s room or walk around with an obvious cucumber in my pants!
I got to Mrs. Graham’s class and one stray thought of the nearly seventy year old dumpy woman in her ill-fitting muumuu on her knees caused my dick to not only shrink, but it practically clawed its way into my body to hide, followed by my balls. I still shiver in horror to this day from that nauseous image. (Ooo, see there I go again!)
I got home from school and found dad’s truck already there. I entered the house and could feel the air temperature drop as I did. Mom was sitting on the couch in a light blue blouse and jeans with her legs crossed, the top leg twitching restlessly. She had a delicate white knit sweater unbuttoned over her blouse. She was watching some daytime talk show, but must not have been too interested in it as she had the remote control in her hand. She looked up as I entered.
“Hello Jeremy.” She said as flatly as I have ever heard her.
“Hey mom.” I answered. I wondered if I should try to talk to her, as it was obvious something was going on between her and dad.
“I saw dad’s car. He’s home already?”
“Obviously.” Mom said frostily.
Ouch!
“He’s leaving tonight isn’t he?” I don’t know why I was asking questions I already knew the answers to, I was just uncomfortable.
Mom looked up at me and I wanted to beat a hasty retreat. The hard edge in her gaze suddenly softened.
“I’m sorry Jeremy. It’s not you.”
“Still about the trip?”
She nodded, returning her stare to the TV screen. Dad appeared from the hallway.
“Oh it’s you Jeremy. Still have a chance to change your mind.” He said hopefully.
Mom looked from dad to me. Dad didn’t see this as he was focused on me. However I answered, one of them would be disappointed with me. I’d been living with dad’s disappointment for years, which didn’t influence my choice at all. Memories of mom’s naked body writhing in pleasure beneath me did.
“Sorry dad. As you’ve always said, school comes first. Have to look to the future.” I know how much parent’s hate to have their words come back and bite them years later.
“Well okay. It’s your loss.” He replied.
I don’t know if he sounded upset or not. Like I might be a hindrance to his fun, or tattle back to mom for any misdeeds. I didn’t necessarily like his low opinion of me, but right now in my life, mom’s opinion of me was all that mattered. I think I caught a glimpse of joy cross mom’s face.
“Listen, when Bob shows up could you help me with my bags and clubs?”
“Uh sure dad.” I couldn’t deny him that.
“Bob?” I questioned. “Mom’s not taking you to the airport? Or I could’ve.”
“Bob, from work. This just makes it easier on all of us. Your mother will have the kids to deal with as it is.”
I could detect hints of what the argument was about from his answer. Mom had refused to drive him by using the kids as an excuse again.
“Look, if this trip works out like the VP thinks, the company will increase business by twenty to twenty-eight percent. That’ll mean bonuses and raises for us. And more money for you all. This trip isn’t all fun and games.” Although he was looking and speaking to me, I could feel his target was on the couch. Mom was pointedly ignoring him.
“When is Bob supposed to be here?” I asked hoping to end this ice age soon.
Dad looked at his watch. “Anytime now.”
He started to go get his luggage; I assumed his golf bag was in his truck still since I didn’t see it.
“You’re not going to be able to say goodbye to Johnny and Jojo?” I asked with some surprise. Dad paused near the hall.
“I know, I feel terrible about it. I really do.” He almost glanced at mom. “We’re cutting it close anyways. Tell them I’ll bring them both back something.”
“Golf balls?” Mom quipped coldly. I felt my own balls shrivel from the additional temperature drop.
Dad didn’t respond to the jab.
“Did you want me to bring you something?”
The answer I wanted to give then was ‘no, I have enough golf balls’ but I refrained.
“If you want. As long as Jojo and Johnny get something nice.” I saw mom smile at that.
“Yeah, yeah sure.” He patted his pockets and then disappeared towards their bedroom.
I looked back to mom; her crossed leg was rocking furiously. She had flipped through a half dozen channels since dad had left the room. I stood there awkwardly, unable to leave with dad’s ride about to arrive. I shifted feet uncomfortably.
I heard a honk out front. Dad came huffing out, carrying two suitcases and a garment bag. I grabbed the larger suitcase.
“Thanks Jeremy.” He paused and turned to mom. “I’ll be home Monday afternoon, Jenny.”
Mom looked up at him and seemed to realize that even in the midst of a fight that she should acknowledge his departure. She stood woodenly, allowing dad to lean into her and kiss her cheek.
“I’ll bring you back something extra special honey.”
“That would be nice dear.” She accepted his buss, her voice still chilly.
I opened the front door and got waved at by a large overweight man in an equally large SUV. I nodded to this stranger as I walked to the vehicle. He slowly got out, the rear hatch opening as if by magic.
Dad appeared and called out, “Bob, this is my oldest son, Jeremy.”
Bob reached out a large hand that I had to shake with my left, dad’s bag in my right.
“When’s he going to come to work with his old man?” Bob asked with a large grin.
“He wants to go to film school.” Dad said dryly.
“Oh.” Bob’s grin faded and his hand retreated as if dad had told him I had leprosy or AIDS.
The three of us went to the back of the SUV and stowed the suitcases, dad laying the garment bag atop Bob’s golf bag. He then hurried to his truck to get his clubs. Bob and I stood there. Dad returned and got his bag in next to his co-workers.
“Well, I’ll see you Monday then sport. Take care of everyone. Especially your mother. She’s not been happy about this trip.”
“I’ve noticed.” I didn’t say anything about how well I’d take of mom!
He looked uncomfortably at me and started to reach out his hand for me to shake, then he sighed and grabbed me in a hug. I patted his back uneasily.
“Well let’s go Bob. We may catch Charlie before we have to board.” Dad walked around the other side of Bob’s behemoth. They pulled out and I saw dad wave. I waved back with little energy.
I couldn’t believe it. The reality was only beginning to hit me slowly. Mom and I and Aunt Jessica actually had the whole weekend to ourselves! I was what can only be described as giddy. My feet didn’t feel like they were on the ground, as if I had little clouds beneath my shoes holding me aloft. I floated back into the house, or as it was now in my head, my den of uncounted sexual pleasures!
As I closed the door I found my mother attached to my lips. This was a much better welcome than fifteen minutes ago!
I embraced her tightly, feeling her breasts push into my chest. I tried to keep our loins apart as I didn’t want to get an erection when my siblings would arrive momentarily. Mom must have sensed this, as she didn’t try to grind against my crotch.
“We had another fight.” Mom declared when we pulled apart.
“I could tell.”
“He came home and told me flat out that he didn’t need a ride because I had to watch the kids and that someone from work would take him to the airport. Just because I was upset about the trip doesn’t mean I wouldn’t have driven him. He’s my husband. I’m his wife! Then he goes and makes his own plans! Like I don’t matter!” She trembled in my arms.
“It’s okay mom. It’s okay.” I held her against me and rubbed her back.
Ten minutes later the two tornadoes tore into the house.
“Daddy!” Both cried out simultaneously. They looked around the room with confusion on their faces. I was glad that they hadn’t been there to witness our parent’s fight, though I’m sure mom and dad would have tried to hide it better from the young ones.
“Daddy is already gone on his trip for work.” Regardless of how she felt, she covered it well for the kids. “He was sorry he had to leave without saying goodbye to you both. I’m to give you a big hug from him.” She scooped them both in her arms and squeezed tightly. I knew this was more for mom, but if it made her feel better, whatever.
“He said he’d bring us all back something special.” Mom said when she’d released them.
“Like a crab?” Johnny asked.
“A mermaid.” Jojo added.
Well, I might not turn down a mermaid!
“I’m sure whatever it is, it won’t be alive.” Mom said with a shake of her head and a wisp of a smile at her children’s requests.
“A dead crab!” Johnny laughed. Even I had to grin at that response.
“More like sea shells Johnny.” Mom said.
“Those are boring!” He stomped a foot.
“I like sea shells!” Jojo said gleefully.
Mom looked at me.
“Whatever daddy brings I’m sure it’ll be nice and that each of you will love it. And even if you don’t love it, you will tell him that you do because he thought of you to get you something.” I said firmly. “Daddy has to work all weekend, so he might not have time to go to the ocean and catch crabs. Or mermaids. Besides I think those live in the Caribbean.” I wouldn’t destroy Jojo’s childhood illusions; they were more precious than any mermaid.
“I want a mermaid too!” Johnny now proclaimed.
Mom looked at me with wide eyes. I smiled back with a nod. Mom looked at Johnny anew. Some of mom’s illusions shattered then.
Mom had them do any homework they had (and me!), and then we had a quiet dinner without dad for the first time in a very long time. Even Johnny was unusually quiet through the meal. Maybe he was growing up. Mom broke the news to them after dinner about spending the weekend at Grandma Sharon’s house. Mom might have been better to tell earlier as they both cheered at the news and went around the house seemingly telling every inanimate object that they were going to grandma’s house. After more than thirty minutes, mom and I were finally able to get them to calm down enough that they could go to bed. Mom sat on the couch afterwards and I joined her. I felt very parental at that moment with the kids settled in bed while sitting beside my lover and mother.
“Are we really ready for this weekend Jeremy?” Mom asked quietly.
“Why do you ask? It’s just going to be a lot of sex. And some eating. Sometimes together!”
“I’m serious Jeremy. This isn’t like anything we’ve done before.”
“Sure we have. That first time at Aunt Jess’s with Margie, that day they went to the zoo. All the other things we’ve done”
“That first time is all that is similar and that was something special and completely different. That other day was only you and me, not Jessica too. This will be all three of us. Like that night we didn’t watch the movie and went to my bed and you passed out on us. But that was only for an hour or two. This will be for two days!” She said emphatically.
“We aren’t going to be having sex all the time mom. We have to rest sometime. Even me!”
“I’ve never had sex for an entire day Jeremy, not even when I first got married. We were broke and both working. We couldn’t afford to have sex all day!”
“And now you can!”
“And I want to. I want you. Even if I have to share you with Jessica.”
“I told you mom. You don’t have to share me. Aunt Jess and I are grateful you do, but I could tell her no. Well maybe I could.”
Mom gave me a weak smile and kissed the edge of my lips. “I told you I wouldn’t do that to you. Or her. I have no right to keep you for myself. I shouldn’t have you at all! But I’ve given up beating myself up about what we are doing, and now I just don’t want to get caught doing it.” I put my arm around her back and pulled her against my shoulder.
“I don’t know what will happen with us. I don’t even want to guess. I could never have guessed that I would be sitting here with you, holding you, being able to kiss you,” and I did, a quick but tender kiss,” and that we are about to have a sex-filled weekend together.”
“I know honey. This all seems so unreal sometimes. Other times it seems all too real. I don’t know what the future holds either, but I’m a little afraid to find out. I have so much more to lose now. You, the kids, even your father. We may be fighting now, but we’ll get past it, we love each other too much to let this … disagreement break up our marriage. Even this thing with you. No matter how I feel for you, I couldn’t divorce your father because of it.”
“And regardless of how I feel mom, I don’t want you too either. Even if I get jealous seeing you with dad.”
“You do?” She turned to look at me.
“Just because I’m your son doesn’t mean I like seeing you with someone else. But parents are supposed to be together. When I heard you and dad last week, it was killing me to listen like that. To know what he was doing with you. Wishing it was me.”
“Oh honey, I never guessed. I’m so sorry! But that’s exactly what we are talking about. I want you both.” She saw my surprised look. “No, not together. Although that would be …”
“Mom!”
“You’re about to have two sisters for an entire weekend! You are not allowed to complain about anything mister!” She poked a finger in my ribs. I guess she had a point. But it also brought up another question I had.
“What are we going to do mom? Am I going to be with you and Aunt Jess all the time, or are we going to switch off? I’m young, but I’m not a superman?”
“You’re asking if it will be like the first time where everyone is together doing … things. Or if you’ll screw me, then Jess?”
“Yeah. It would help if I wasn’t doing all the work.”
“You’re trying to ask nicely if Jess and I are going to do anything together aren’t you?” She pulled out of my grasp and looked at me earnestly.
“Well obviously Jess has been with a woman before.” I interrupted with a long held question I’d had. “But what about you, mom? You ever … experimented?”
“It feels strange to talk to you, my son, about this, but I guess at this point there really isn’t much I can’t tell you, is there?”
I shrugged my shoulders.
“Yes. I have.” She said coyly. “Years and years ago, but I’ll never forget it. Shelia. That was the girl. We … did things together. I might tell you one day, but not today.”
She paused, took a breath.
“It would beyond weird to do anything with Jessica. Or more than you’ve already had us do.”
I remembered them kissing, then kissing my cock between both pairs of lips!
“She’s my sister. I’ve known her longer that anyone besides my mom. But her being my sister isn’t an excuse is it? I mean I’m having sex, great sex, with my son. And I have been with a woman too. So I have to say … I don’t know. I may, I may not. Jessica might have an issue with us together. I can’t see it, but she may. I don’t want you to get your hopes up and it not happen. Thinking about it now, now that you’ve brought it up. Reminding me about Sheila. I have to say I’m intrigued by the idea. We’ll see. Any more ideas pervert?” She chuckled.
“That was the main one. I want to make this as great for you both as it already is for me. I just don’t know if I can do that on my own. You both are easy to please but hard to satisfy, or rather, keep satisfied!” Mom giggled at that.
“You have any friends you can call?” She teased. I hoped she was teasing!
“You said it’s already great for you, what do you mean?”
“Just that everything that’s happened is more than I could have ever dreamed. I don’t need this weekend to know how good I have it with you two. Even dad back in the day didn’t manage that!”
“Are you saying we can cancel then?” Mom asked with a grin.
“I said I didn’t need it, not that I didn’t want it! Besides I don’t think you and Aunt Jessica would let me cancel anyways.”
“Jeremy!” She sounded shocked. At what? “I would hope you would realize that if you, or any of us for that matter, didn’t want to do something or no longer wanted to continue this for any reason, that the rest of us would respect that decision. I hope you would.”
“Oh, absolutely mom. You know me though, I would still want you both if my dick fell off!”
“But then you would be useless to us!” She teased.
My eyes and mouth opened wide with exaggerated surprise. I then licked my lips and wriggled my tongue at her.
“Oh yes! Not completely useless then!”
I gave her another hug and as inevitably happens when we were this close, we ended up kissing. Without anyone to worry about catching us, and seemingly all the time in the world, we kept at it for eternity. I had never spent this much time kissing anyone in my life, even the few girlfriends I’d had, we always had things to do or someone close by, so that it was only like twenty minutes, forty tops. I hadn’t been paying strict attention to the clock, but by my best estimation, we spent about ninety minutes just sitting on the couch kissing! Our hands did roam, but mostly we held each other’s heads in place, ran fingers through our hair, or caressed necks and shoulders.
Mom finally sat back breathing heavily and looked at me with half-lidded eyes. “Wow!”
“I agree completely!” I felt light-headed.
“I haven’t had a make out session with someone like that since high school!”
“I never have.”
Mom looked at me with disbelief.
“Not that long.” I clarified.
“I think I could spend all night just kissing you Jeremy! You kiss like no one I’ve ever known!”
That was a definite ego booster!
“I hope you were thinking of more than just that for tonight.” I said in a hopeful tone.
“I could, not that I would, or was going to.” Her smile lit the room brighter than any or all of the lamps there. “We have all night and I don’t want to waste one moment!”
“Would you like to see how useful I could be without my big dick?” I gazed lecherously at my mother.
“Oh Jeremy. I want to do so much that I don’t know where to start.” She said exasperated.
“Based on what I know, you haven’t had an orgasm since Sunday young lady! I think you are due for at least few!” Mom’s laugh was almost a giggle.
“Yes sir. Please.” She stood and began to remove the white sweater.
“No mom. Let me undress you. As my eyes have already done a dozen times since you stood.”
“Since you asked so nicely!” She dropped her arms to her sides.
I stood and faced mom.
First thing I did was lean forward until our lips barely touched and ran my tongue over both her sensual damp curves. I felt mom sigh more than heard it. I didn’t want to get distracted by our kissing again, so I regretfully moved my tongue along her jaw line, leaving a wet trail to her earlobe. I felt her breath on my cheek, as soft and gentle as the heated breath of a needful woman. I sucked her earlobe, feeling the tiny hole of her piercing. Mom’s hands came up to my shoulders, but I pushed them back down.
My tongue now journeyed down her neck and under the double layer of clothing on her shoulders. I blew my breath onto her skin as I pulled the white sweater off the one shoulder. I allowed her to lift her arm and pull it free of the snowy fabric. I let it fall behind her, held up by the other half of the sweater. I pushed her light blue blouse open and kissed the newly exposed skin. My fingers found the first fastened button and undid it. I pushed the cloth aside and kissed my way to mom’s soft, rounded shoulder. I had to undo another button before I could reveal her pale joint. I kissed my way back down over her clavicle and onto the hollow of her neck. I stopped there and once more brought my lips to hers. As my tongue slid up her jaw, her lips tried to follow. A gentle finger on her chin pulled her face forward.
I repeated my actions on this side of mom’s feminine form, only undoing one more of the blouse’s buttons, the sweater falling to the floor when her other arm was released. Mom’s breathing was ragged and I noticed she had closed her eyes, her head slightly tilted back. When I reached her breastbone this time, I trailed downward into her cleavage with my breath, soft kisses, and wet tongue. Her skin pimpled beneath my touch and her bra brushed both my cheeks.
I rose and after another butterfly kiss, I moved behind mom. I let her jeans covered ass brush against my half-hard dick but pulled back when she tried to increase the pressure on my erection. Or on her ass.
I kissed behind her right ear and trailed my tongue back under her chocolate tresses and down the back of her neck. She bent her head forward and I swept her hair over a shoulder. Her blouse hung barely on both upper arms. I reached around mom’s incredibly soft flesh and undid the second to last button. The blouse was struggling to stay on now.
I kissed gently down between mom’s shoulder blades and she shivered once then twice. I heard her sigh my name no louder than a breeze through the leaves.
My tongue and lips crossed both bony surfaces, my fingers caressing across the small amount of taut stomach that was bare. Mom let out a sound that might have been a laugh if it had been given time to ripen. I held off with the last blouse button and instead undid the button on her jeans. Mom’s fingers came up and ran over my own. My mouth had finished exploring the hard uneven terrain of her scapulas and the straps of her white brassiere and moved on to the undergarment’s semi-complicated fastening.
I licked the skin around the joining and brought my hands slowly back around her sides to un-join it. The straps pulled aside with a springy release. I put my hands on either side of mom’s neck and brushed outward, pushing the bra straps off. It and the blouse now hung on at mom’s elbows.
I kissed the middle of her back and cupped her breasts, soft and sensually, not sexual. I slid my palms upward, my fingers brushing over both sensitive and erect nipples. Mom gasped.
I kissed the back of her neck amidst her stray hairs as my hands continued upwards and then out and down her arms, finally pushing the clothing off her upper limbs. I unbuttoned the final barrier to mom’s toplessness and bra and blouse fell to the floor. I moved back to her front and attempted to keep my eyes off her peaks. I of course failed, but it was merely a glance.
I kissed mom again but this time left my lips in place for two long moments. Then I kissed her chin, crouched slightly to kiss the cleft in her neck, and her breastbone between her mammary mounds. I sensed mom struggled to refrain from pressing those orbs into my face. I began to swirl my tongue in ever-increasing circles until I was licking up the inner sides of either tit. I granted her desire and using my own hands pushed her tits together smashing against my cheeks. I had to motorboat even if it broke the sensual moment. Mom giggled. Remembering the other day with my sister, I dropped my head suddenly and with as much breath as I could suck in, blew the loudest raspberry I’d ever heard on mom’s abdomen.
“Jeremy!” Mom exclaimed, but I could see and hear her child-like glee from my discordant action.
“See. You never have to stop doing that!” I said in a loud whisper, which seemed unnecessary compared to the raspberry.
“Don’t stop what you are doing!” Mom cooed.
What was I doing? Oh yeah.
I brought my lips to her right nipple and softly brushed them over the rigid nib. I didn’t kiss the nipple, but just let my lips bump it. My tongue also bumped against it. Then circled it along the areola. Mom’s breath hitched at each touch.
I smiled to myself and moved to the other nipple. I knew she suspected the same treatment there but that’s not what I planned. I breathed heavily around the delicate bud then nibbled gently on it. Then more firmly.
“Oh!” She groaned with some surprise.
I kissed it gently but was not done. I took the nipple in my teeth, holding it there while pulling my head back, drawing her nipple with me.
“Oh God!” Mom cried out.
Her hands were on my head, holding it, but to pull it back to her chest or encourage me to pull harder wasn’t evident. I opened my mouth and her nipple leapt three inches from my face.
I flicked my tongue on the one and then the other, before continuing my licking kisses further southwards. The gooseflesh appeared with my touch, my warm breath tickling the tiny near-invisible hairs on mom’s stomach. My hands fell from her magnificent breasts brushing their way down her sides and onto the waistband of her denim jeans. I grabbed them on both sides, just in from her hips, and I pulled either hand down and outward, causing her zipper to move downward roughly. My hands then moved over her hips and around to her firmly encased ass cheeks. I could get no grip to squeeze them with the thick fabric, so settled for rubbing my palms over her hemispheres.
I kissed the triangle of skin revealed by her retreated zipper, a glimpse of red fabric hidden below. A few more kisses and I put my hands at the top of her jeans and grabbed tightly to pull the pants down over mom’s motherly hips. A pair of read satiny panties was now revealed with mom’s jeans around her knees. I left them there for the moment and knelt down, kissing mom’s belly button and swished my tongue inside the wrinkled hole. This elicited another faint giggle from mom’s throat.
I made my way down zigzagging over her lower abdomen and the more abundant and more visible hairs until I reached the elastic edge of the panties. Mom twitched as I moved closer to her hidden treasures. I could see the evident wet spot and when I inhaled, the womanly fragrance of her excitement filled my nostrils.
My kisses followed the elastic trail of that delicate article of clothing, over mom’s hipbone to the outer heights of her leg and around the top of the swell of mom’s ass. I shuffled on my knees as I moved around behind her again. I wanted to grab that ass and never let go, but I would have my hands on those wonderful curves plenty of times in the next few days, so I refrained myself. I continued my licking kisses through the soft valley and up the next swell then to the other hip. My knees struggled to keep up with my travelling tongue.
When I reached back to my starting point, the dark stain had grown.
I jumped my kisses over her panties and kissed the top of mom’s left thigh in the front, then trailed slightly down and mostly inward to her innermost thigh. I followed down the inside of her thigh until I reached her knee and her clumped jeans there. I pushed them to mom’s ankles and the pair of black flats on her feet. I took one of mom’s arms for balance and she lifted her foot to allow me to remove the shoe. Then she lifted the other and was now shoeless.
I decided to discard the jeans now while she was braced in my grip. She lifted a foot and I pulled the pant leg off, then repeated with the other leg. The only thing mom was now wearing were her red panties.
I kissed the inside of the knee on the opposite leg I had descended and now I ascended on this one. Mom took a step to open her thighs wider, revealing the damp gusset of her rosy panties.
I was torn now. I wanted to return to her ass to run my tongue over that vast terrain, but I could tell mom and I were near the brink of how much more slow teasing we could take. I was ready to move on to more intimate pleasures!
But I must finish my undressing of mom first!
I kissed the center of the smooth cloth and could feel the rough texture of mom’s pubic hair beneath. I alternated kisses and tongue flicks in a wide circle around mom’s intimate cleft. I could taste her flavor as I reached the dark area, my tongue lingering there.
When I reached my origin, I made a beeline down the middle, knowing all the sensitive spots I would be trailing over. Mom moved her feet to rebalance herself as she trembled at my touch. I pushed my head as far down as I could with her thighs as barriers. My tongue pressed more firmly as I ascended back up that same line. With a hand at either hip, I drew the red panties up tighter, the outlines of her feminine features now more pronounced. While still holding mom’s panties as I was, I again dragged my tongue down then up between the evident valley ridges.
“Oh my …!” Mom gasped loudly.
I moved my tongue to the apex of that wonderful valley and held it there while I quickly pulled mom’s panties down to her knees. The sudden movement of the red fabric being pulled between her clit and my tongue created a unique sensation that caused mom to cry out.
“Fuck!”
I flicked my tongue a half dozen times over her hidden nerve bundle, then licked down and up her unclothed labia lips. I pulled back to allow mom to bring her legs closer together as the panties couldn’t stretch far enough to drop any lower. After she stepped free of the last piece of clothing I kissed her nether lips then rose and kissed her lips. Both pairs had their own allure.
I stood back, leaving mom staring at me with half-closed eyes.
“That’s how you get undressed.” I proclaimed proudly.
Mom seemed lost in another land.
“Yes please.”
She blinked her eyes and then again.
“Could you do that for me every night?” She half-whispered, half-sighed.
I reached up and pushed a few stray hairs from her face. I whispered my lips on hers and breathed in her breath. I answered with a snowflake’s diameter between our mouths.
“Every night milady.”
Mom’s eyes glazed a bit, but a sudden fire flared up and she looked to the clock.
“It’s a school night and we have to get you in bed young man.” She said with a hint of seriousness and one heap of sexuality!
My only question was, to whose bed was I going?
Mom bent to collect her discarded clothes but I halted her.
“I got ’em mom.”
When I rose with the five pieces of clothing, I found her lips on mine once more.
“I want you in my bed Jeremy!” Mom said with animalistic hunger.
She took one of my hands in hers, my other held to my chest with clothing, and holding hands my naked mom guided me to her bedchambers.
We passed through the doorway and I dropped my load beside her dresser. We embraced again, mom’s hands working my shirt off as our lips were joined. My hands roamed mom’s heated skin tracing geometric shapes over her flesh. She flung my shirt heedless of its trajectory and her fingers dug into my pants, pulling them down as far as possible without our mouths separating.
We stumbled across the room toward the bed. Mom separated from me reluctantly.
“We should close the door, the kids …”
I kissed her again quickly and sprang across the darkened room, shucking my pants in the process. Mom meanwhile turned on the bedside light, filling the room with a magical presence.
I still had on my underwear, but I left them for my lover to remove and reveal the present I had for her inside!
First though, I still had to fulfill my promise to her. One of multiple orgasms.
Our hands encircled one another, then lips clinched, and I fell atop mom on her bed. Her breasts pressed so wonderfully against my skin, the hardness of her nipples an added thrill.
“I’m not done with you yet mom. I owe you some amazing orgasms. And I mean to pay you back. With interest!”
Mom’s eyes glowed in the pale light like sparkling emeralds.
“You already have me so hot Jeremy.”
“I had noticed.”
I kissed her lips, a brief peck with promise of more, then as I had while undressing her, I trailed my lips and tongued down her fantastic trim figure. I didn’t dawdle so much on this trip. I visited her two mountain peaks, flicked each tip, then crossed the pale plains down to the Promised Land. My tongue wove its way through the grove of hairs and arrived at its destination.
I stared in renewed amazement at mom’s splayed pussy lips, so wide and inviting. I had teased her enough, so I didn’t bother with kissing her thighs or licking along her pussy lips. I bent down, fastened my lips on her clitoral hood, sucking with as much force as I could muster, and did a drum roll with my tongue. I then pushed two fingers as far as possible into her chasm, curling them as I drove them in and out of the well-lubed channel.
I was right in guessing mom’s arousal level. Superhot!
“Oh! Jeez zus fucking God! Aah! Don’t stop! Don’t … fucking … stop!” Mom yelled.
I worried she’d wake the others and we’d have to explain to my brother and sister why I was in bed with our naked mommy! I also had no intention of stopping regardless of any difficult explanations.
“Fuh … cuh … cumminngg!” Mom had gone rigid, her head thrown back and her back arched. Then as her orgasm ransacked her body, she flailed about like a tornado in a trailer park!
I paused as she shook, letting her bliss subside a little before I bent to the task of a repeat performance. My tongue danced a tango on her clit, then a waltz, a paso doble, and then a quick step. Thanks to Julianne Hough’s sexy body and that dancing show, I knew far more about dancing than I needed to know!
I also explored mom’s inner reaches, searching for that elusive treasure long sought after. I knew when I found it because mom’s second orgasm made the first seem like a barn dance two-step! (Okay, enough of the dancing metaphors!)
If I hadn’t seen mom convulse with a powerful orgasm before, I might have become worried, but as I had, I pressed and rubbed harder on her famous spot while humming, sucking, and flicking her sensitive nub. Mom was almost beyond words as she came again.
“Gah! Fah! Jeez! Me! Cum! Gah!”
As she shook about on her bed I wondered if I should try for a trifecta or if that might incapacitate my mother! We had all weekend beyond all night tonight. And I did still have school tomorrow, late start or not! So I let her recover from the double whammy I’d given her and I just lay there staring at my mom’s beautiful naked body. When her eyes eventually refocused, they found my own gazing at her intently.
“Hello.” Mom said.
“Hello beautiful.”
“I like that.”
“I like you.”
“I like you too.”
“Was that an alright start?” I asked quietly.
“As if you need to ask! You had me flopping all over my bed like a rag doll! As always, that was amazing!”
“You’re welcome.” I did love getting mom’s praise, even if it was for how well I ate her pussy!
She pulled my up beside her and gave me a quick, gentle kiss.
“If I ever see that Veronica again, I will have to thank her profusely, I think.”
If mom ever saw my ex-girlfriend to tell her thank you, I’m sure it wouldn’t be my cunnilingus skills for which Veronica would expect gratitude.
“That would be an awkward encounter.” I said with little emotion.
“You’re right, I wouldn’t thank her, I’d reprimand her for breaking my son’s heart!”
“It wasn’t that serious mom. It was just a lot of blowjobs with a good dose of pussy licking before.”
“Still, she should have given you a reason.”
“I’ve long gotten over it mom. And she did make me pretty good at the rug munching.”
“I don’t like it called that Jeremy. And you’re better than just pretty good!”
“You did seem to like it!”
“I did, didn’t I?” Mom rose. “Now I think its you’re turn!”
She started to shift on the bed, her head heading for my lower realms.
“You do that enough mom. I want you to ride my cock!”
“Oh, I like that too!” She grinned happily.
I laid on my back after I hastily lost my boxers, my rigid cock standing proudly like a flagpole.
“You do have a magnificent cock Jeremy! I can’t believe that Veronica never wanted to ride it after all those blowjobs. But I guess your pussy licking might make up for not having this gorgeous dick in her! I can’t say that I would think so, but I like, no, love your skills and your attributes!”
“Enough about V mom and get on me already!”
Mom couldn’t resist still getting my cock in her mouth as she took half of it in her, soaking it with her saliva. She saw my look.
“I have to lubricate it.” She tried to justify her action.
“Except mom, that I know full well just how lubricated you already are! Your pussy is so freakin’ wet you make the Atlantic jealous!” She smiled at my jest.
“Only because you made me this way. Are you going to complain about my mouth around your dick?”
“Never mom! You can suck me whenever and wherever you want! Just not now.” I slapped the side of her hip. “Now sit on my cock bitch, before I throw you down on this bed and fuck the shit out of you!”
This elicited a giggle from mom.
“Okay! Okay! I guess I’ll just have to ride my son’s big hard cock until he makes his mommy cum all over it!” Her Cheshire cat grin split her eager face. I gave her another playful slap as she knee-walked on the bed.
“Do you want to watch my ass jiggle or my tits bounce?”
‘What is ‘things you never expect your mother to say’ Alex?’ ‘Tell him what he’s won Johnnie!’
“That’s not fair, I can’t choose between choices like that!”
“I want to see your face as I fuck your cock, so you’ll just have to suffer with my floppy tits!”
Floppy was one thing mom’s tits were not!
“Oh such is my fate!” I cried out in faux distress.
Mom grabbed my rampant dick, guided it to her cunt, and sank slowly down on me. I groaned with her as that exquisite feeling of my mother’s tight wet pussy surrounded my dick. After she dropped down with our pubic hairs kissing, mom sat there unmoving.
“Goddamn Jeremy! Your cock fills me so fucking full! Anything more and I think I would explode!”
I had a sudden vision of the fat guy from ‘The Meaning of Life’ eating that sliver of after-dinner mint and then exploding. It became mom sitting on my cock as she exploded. Not to say that mom didn’t explode because of my cock regularly, just not in the same way, and far less messy. Usually!
“Ride my cock mom! Fill that tight twat of yours with my big dick! You know you love my dick pounding into you!”
“I do honey! I love it! I love your dick in mommy’s cunt!”
Mom began to raise herself up and jam herself back downwards. It was slow and measured in either direction, but with a noticeable faster tempo with every downbeat.
“You like that honey? You like my cunt squeezing your cock? Do you love it as much as I do?”
Mom was bouncing at a frantic pace, riding my body as if I was a racehorse and we were in second place only a half length back. She was the sexiest jockey I had ever seen!
“I do mom! Faster, bitch, faster”
“I’m so close to cumming Jeremy!”
“Me too mom! So fucking close! Fuck me!”
“Oh God! Cum in me honey! Cum in my cunt! I’m cummming nowww!”
That set me off too and I blasted stream after stream of my creamy seed in mom. She fell to the bed, my cum shooting in the air to land on my belly as the last bits dribbled down the sides of my shining wet cock. Mom’s syrupy cum pooled around my still stiff rod and ran down my hips to soak the sheet under my ass.
I was temporarily unable to move anything more than my head, which I turned to look towards mom, also motionless. Her eyes were slightly hazed but pointed in my direction. They seemed to focus a bit more when she saw I was looking at her. I smiled as well as I could manage. Her smile in reply seemed just as feeble. A tiny tear struggled to break away from her right eye; when it finally did, it trailed a zigzag path down her cheek to her upper lip and was lost in the groove of mom’s lips. My eyes returned back to mom’s.
“Seventy-two or more hours of this to go mom!” I don’t think I sounded as enthusiastic as I wanted. Mom’s smile grew a little.
“That seems a long time doesn’t it?”
“I don’t know if I’ll make it. I may be the first eighteen-year-old guy to die of too much sex! But what a way to go!”
“I don’t think there is much chance of that! This little guy seems ready to go at any time.”
Mom reached up and tenderly held my still mostly hard cock. Her soft touch caused the small amount of blood that had fled to return. She gave it a few slow strokes that sent chills to my brain and my balls.
“I suppose I’ll have to take him out for another ride since he’s still up.”
“I could wait if you’re not up for more.” I said trying not to sound disappointed. I knew I would all too soon be ready to accept worn out partners. If that was possible with mom and her sister! And to prove my point mom answered me.
“Jeremy, this started because I wasn’t getting enough sex! I can’t very well refuse when there is an awesome cock here hard and ready to go, can I?”
“I suppose not.” I tried to keep my glee from my voice.
“Don’t sound so excited or anything there honey.” She chided me.
“I just wonder which one of us will tire first mom! Eighteen-year-old … stud,” not that I thought of myself as such but I can’t argue with Aunt Jess or mom’s assessment of me, “or a forty …”
“Watch it mister! I can still take you over my knee!” Mom scolded with a trace of seriousness.
I continued. “… forty something sex-crazed cougar. I don’t know if I’d bet on me! And I could threaten to take you over my knee mom, but you’d enjoy it too much!”
“Oh yes spank me! Spank me!” Mom said in a falsetto voice.
“I know, I know mom, then comes the oral sex. I have the movie remember!”
“I’ve already had the oral sex. But if you’re offering more … Or are you asking for some yourself?” She licked her lips.
Her hand hadn’t ceased its gentle stroking and though it wasn’t enough to trigger anything, it was making me want more.
“Mom, I’ll take from you anything you are willing to give me. I was the one with the hand in my lap!”
“How long are you going to remind me about that?”
“As long as it keeps getting me more sex!”
“And I am very willing to keep giving you more sex!” Her eyes studied my face. “But seventy-two hours? We aren’t going to be having sex for that long! You have school. We are still having movie night. We have to drive the kids to mom’s, then pick them up. And we have to sleep sometime. Or eat!”
“I could skip tomorrow,” I saw the clock on the bedside table, “today.” I corrected myself.
“You could. I can’t stop you. But you won’t be getting any sex from me while you are. Jess has work, so you’ll get nothing there either!”
“I guess I’m going to school then.” I smiled lecherously. “I’m sure I could tempt you though.”
“Are you willing to bet on that?”
“No. Guess not.”
“So if we are going to do something more with your friend here, we should get to it so you can get to sleep.”
“How about doggie since you still owe me some ass jiggling!”
Mom actually laughed at that.
“One ass jiggling coming up!”
She rose up on her elbows and raised her hips enough to swing in my direction, shaking her ass as she did. She was teasing me of course, but I still loved to watch mom’s ass for any reason. It wasn’t her sister’s equal, but the genetics were still there!
“Shake your booty for me mom!”
She responded with a booty roll as well as any dancer!
“Oh yeah mom, shake it!” I rose up with renewed energy, my motivation bouncing the bed beneath me. I reached over and gave her a moderate smack.
“Oh yes baby! Smack that fat ass!”
I gave her a few more swats on an ass that was by no means fat! Her yoga and regular swimming made sure of that!
“How about this cock? You want this in your ass too?” I had gotten into position behind mom. She looked over her shoulder as I waved my meat stick.
“Not now honey, but I do want to try it. Jess says it feels so good. It’s on my list for this weekend!” Now it was on my list too! “Just fuck my hot cunt now Jeremy! I can’t believe how hot and ready you already have me again!”
I had a sudden urge for pizza!
“You always have me ready mom!”
And with that, I sank into that hot and ready pussy. It wrapped around me so incredibly!
“Fuck mom! You have the best pussy I’ve ever fucked!”
“Thank you dear. You have the best cock I’ve ever had! Now fuck me with it, damn it! Fuck mommy with your big hard cock honey! You know how badly I need it!”
Not really, but I’m glad she let me know!
I wanted to make this last but it was late and I knew how badly we both wanted to cum again. Well I did anyway!
“You ready for a good hard fuck mom?”
“Oh God yes honey! Fuck me so hard! Make my spin, make my eyes pop, just make my pussy cum!”
I slammed into my mother’s quivering cunt using every muscle I had. Then I repeated it a dozen times. Took a deep breath and then did it again. Deep breath. Repeated slamming. This counted as a workout right? I’ve heard it’s all about the reps.
Mom was moaning and groaning almost the instant I had started, and with each new rep, her voice took on a new pitch. Would she run out of oscillations before I ran out of energy?
Sweat poured off me and collected in a pool in the small of mom’s back, rippling as I pounded my cock against mom’s tight ass. I randomly gave it a hard slap, enough to sting my palm.
“Spank me! Fuck me! Abuse your mother like the slut I am! Just fuck me hard!”
I was already giving her all I had!
Another rep, another hard smack. Mom squealed. I could feel stirrings in my balls again as mom’s pussy walls coaxed my cock to unload my precious cargo with her squeezing inner muscles. Did that count as a workout for her? We both continued our reps, building our expectant bliss to higher limits.
“Fuck me Jeremy! I’m going to cum so fucking hard! All over your amazing cock! Cum in mommy and make me cum with you! Make mommy cummm!”
I’ve learned to tell when mom was close to her orgasm, I was nearly as close myself. I wanted to do as she asked and have my filling her cunt with her son’s thick sperm send her to the land of eternal ecstasy. I dug deep and found some extra energy to ram my cock somehow harder into mom. She wailed now as if I was beating her. I guess in a way, I was. My cock club was pounding away in her love channel!
“Cum for me bitch! Cum on my big cock as I fill you with all my sticky seed!”
“Fill me up honey, fill your mommy’s cunt with your delicious sperm! I’m gonna cum too!”
Just when I thought I could no more I felt my balls tighten up, and then that surge as my load rushed through my burning cock and shot from my dick to cause mom’s impending orgasm to arrive in full force. I had nothing left so with one final thrust I kept my exploding cock buried deep in mom’s trembling pussy and let my cum shoot into her womb.
Mom was babbling incoherently and I refrained from speaking so as to not test my capability right then. I fell to the bed a moment before mom rolled to her side almost up against me. With my last bit of energy, I put my arm over her side and held her as well as I could since we weren’t pressed together. I didn’t mean to, I wanted to tell mom how great she’d been, but I drifted out and was asleep moments later, mom’s own deep breaths the last thing I heard.
