Two moms Two laps Two hours 5

She settled back down, burying her head in my shoulder. "I can't believe I'm telling you all this."

"Mom, you have no idea what this means to me. I feel closer to you than I ever have."

"Even closer than with your cock practically in my butt?" she chuckled.

"Mom!"

"Jesus, Jeremy, don't have a cow. I'll tell you a secret. When you were pressing your big fat cock between my cheeks, I liked it. A lot. Too much. That's why we had to stop."

She kissed me on the neck, a soft warm kiss that left me trembling. "You remember how your father said he was an ass man? He really is. He liked to play with my ass, and even lick me back there. It was so incredibly naughty. Over time he played with it more and more, slipping his fingers into me, especially when he went down on me. I wasn't stupid. I knew what he wanted, but I was even more afraid. I screwed my courage up on Valentine's Day, lubed my virgin butt-hole with half a tube of KY, and waited for him naked in our bed, a big bow wrapped across my ass cheeks. He took me up on the offer. And you know what? I liked it. No, I loved it. After that, I'd let him fuck me in the butt at least once a week. Sometimes a lot more. Does that shock you?"

Shocked was an understatement. "A little. But it's the hottest damned thing I ever heard."

She eased her hand down to my cock again, slipping inside my shorts, deliberately stroking it. "One night, he was insatiable. He came in my ass twice, but kept going. He fucked me raw, until I had to ask him to stop. He was still hard as a rock, and he turned me over and fucked my pussy. No preliminaries, he just stuck it in and fucked me senseless. I must have come a dozen times for him. After that, sex was no longer an issue. I was his, any hole, any time. The very next day he asked me to marry him."

"I never thought I'd be so jealous of Dad," I confessed.

Mom slid down in my lap, her rear nestled between my legs, her legs open. I don't even know when it happened, but my hand was between her legs, slowly massaging her crotch through her soaked shorts. One of my fingers was pressed against her flesh. Her hand had a solid grip on my cock and she was stroking me good. It was too much to believe.

"Your aunt, of course couldn't leave well enough alone. She'd dropped out of college and was living with Dan, Colin's father. When we announced our engagement and our plan to get married after your father graduated and got a job, she made Dan propose to her, and planned their wedding right away. She had to be first, you know. I couldn't believe how petty she was. When we came down for the wedding, things were pretty ugly. She didn't even want me to be a bridesmaid, but Mom made her. Four months later your father and I got married, and things still weren't good between me and Marie, but they weren't as bad. At least we could talk some."

I tried to slide my hand into her shorts, but I found out I'd reached her limit. She stopped me, but put my hand back on her pussy. "Behave," she told me softly, and I went back to fondling her. I know she liked it. There was a wet spot the size of half-dollar there, and it was just getting bigger. I could even press up inside of her.

"When I got pregnant with you, right after our honeymoon, that's when we finally patched things up. She was so happy for me. God, I loved her for that. Then we had a long talk and she broke down. They were having trouble getting pregnant. She'd been trying since they first got married. There was a lot of crying and apologies that night, and we worked things out. Six months later she was pregnant, and I had graduated. Everything was so much better. There's always remained a little competitiveness, but nothing too bad. Until now."

"Now? How?"

"She's trying to take you from me."

That was like a slap in the face. "That's crazy talk, Mom."

She didn't like that. "Don't tell me what's crazy! I know her. You don't. To you she's the fun, playful aunt who adores you and would let you get away with anything. I'm the old fuddy-duddy."

I laughed. "Fuddy-duddy? Who says that? And I don't think you're a fuddy-duddy. I mean, look at you!" I ran my hand over her body for emphasis, up to her breast, and then back down between her legs.

She blushed. "Well maybe not right now, but you know what I mean. She's making her play for you, and throwing it in my face." She turned in my lap and practically faced me. "You know what she said to me? Do you? She said you had the sweetest cum she'd ever tasted. Can you believe that? She doesn't even suck cock. She NEVER swallows. And she told me you had the sweetest cum. I could fucking strangle her."

I felt like pond scum. "What else did she say?"

She sat upright, pushing my hands away. "Never mind what else she said. You need to finish telling me everything. Where were we?" She turned and sat on my lap again, facing forward, pressing her butt up against my hardness. "What happened after this?"

"You'll have to raise up a second," I told her. She obliged, leaning forward and lifting her ass way up.

I pulled the leg of my shorts back to my crotch, and pulled my cock forward, so it was almost completely exposed. I inched my hips forward, and drew my Mom back into my lap. I heard her gasp, when she felt the hardness of my cock press up between her legs.

"Oh, Jeremy, you didn't!"

"I didn't, not really. I just got it straightened out. Aunt Marie pulled it out of my shorts and up between her legs, rubbing it, pressing it against her panties."

"Fuck! I knew it! That bitch!"

"Yeah, and then she told me to get comfortable, and not to get too carried away. She leaned back against me," I tugged my mom backward, until she was resting against my chest. "When I asked her what she meant by carried away, I was kind of worried that we'd already stepped over the line. I had my hands on both of her tits already," I cupped mom's breasts gently, "and she was rubbing my thing like there was no tomorrow.

Mom seemed resigned to letting me show, and not tell. Her breath was becoming a little more labored. She didn't call me on touching her breasts, even when my fingers found her hard nipples. "How was she rubbing you," Mom asked breathily.

I took her hand and brought it down between her legs. I pushed her fingers against my hardness, pulling back until she was pressing it against her panties firmly. "Kind of like that, but occasionally wrapping her fingers around it and stroking it."

"And that wasn't getting carried away?" she asked. Her hand lingered on my cock, moving slowly over it, while my hand slid inside her shirt, moving back to claim her breast.

"No. She said I couldn't fu... couldn't have sex with her. Not in the Jeep with everyone around."

"Not in the Jeep. Such a fucking slut," Mom groaned.

"No, but she said everything else was Ok." I moved my other hand inside my Mom's shirt, and toyed with her breasts. Aunt Marie's breasts are huge and amazing to look at, but I was coming to realize that Mom's breasts were just as fun to play with, and if possible more sensitive.

"She let me play with her body, especially her boobs. It was super-exciting for me, you know." I kissed my Mom on the neck. "But yours are better."

"Really?" she sighed.

"Really. I love your tits, Mom." She was quiet while I fondled them, pinching her nipples between my fingers, loving the full feel of them.

"What else?" she said softly.

"I guess the next part was my fault. I wanted to feel her skin against mine, so I pulled her shirt off."

"Jeremy, you're so bad, always pushing things," she sighed. "Just like your father."

I pulled her shirt up, and she resisted a moment. "No, baby."

"Just for a bit Mom, so you'll understand what happened next." I kept tugging at her, and she relented, letting me take her shirt off. Watching her raise her arms over her head, allowing me to pull her tee over her head, had my heart beating like a hummingbird's.

I looked down at her tits, holding and squeezing them. "Jesus, Mom, your tits are fantastic."

"Shhh. Try to behave, Ok? Remember I'm your mother. This is just for the story. What happened next?"

"She had told me I could do anything, right?" I freed one hand, sliding it down Mom's belly. "And playing with her big tits was cool and all, but," I eased my hand into Mom's shorts, "I wanted to make her feel as good as I was."

I slid my finger into her, and she moaned softly. "Jeremy, do you have to do that?"

I ignored her question. "She has some hair down there. She's not smooth like you, Mom. That's really sexy." I slid a second finger into her, "Open your legs wider, Mom."

She whimpered softly, spreading herself open for me. "Somewhere in there, we kissed for the first time," I explained, and I let go of Mom's breast so I could pull her face to mine. I kissed her, pushing her lips open with my tongue, pressing against her teeth until she accepted me. My head felt like it was going to explode. I fingered her harder, feeling her respond, so much like her sister. I pulled my lips away. "I made her come for me. I made her come really hard." I kissed her again, more possessively. I had two fingers deep inside of her, and her whole body was rocking against the fierce fingering I was giving her. I squeezed her pussy, while tugging on her nipple. She finally stopped all resistance, and let me play with her pussy to my heart's content. Our lips never separated, and she kissed me back with more passion than I ever could have dreamed of. I was hard on her pussy, pounding into it, squeezing it. I alternated between rubbing her clit and fingering her. She bit my lip then pulled away, throwing her head back, and moaning. Thank God for Pink Floyd. Nobody was the wiser.

After she'd come for me, I caressed her pussy, sliding a single finger inside, stroking her gently, rubbing her clit softly.

Mom lifted her head, and looked at me. "You're pretty good at that, you know?"

"Did you and Colin do anything like that?" I asked.

She shook her head. "Not even close. He spent the whole time playing with my tits, outside my shirt, and then for a while inside. Toward the end he kept trying to rub between my legs, and I finally let him, but that's as far as it went." She was whispering and I could barely hear her. She sounded nervous. "He was hard for me from the moment I first sat in his lap. Do you know how aggravating it is to have somebody tease you for an hour? I was ready to scream by the time we pulled over."

"Why did you let him?" I asked.

She sighed. "I guess it was payback. I knew, I just knew she was going to let you take liberties. Hell, she had your face between her tits in broad daylight. I had no idea how far she'd go. And that poor boy is so smitten with me. I know it drives her crazy how he his around me. She even caught him beating off to a naked picture of me. Now I close my blinds whenever he's around. I wasn't really thinking through things. But if you were going to play with her tits, I was going to let him play with mine."

I pulled my hand out of her panties, and rubbed her softly on the outside of them. "Do you want to know the rest?"

She nodded.

I grabbed the sides of her shorts, and pushed them down her legs. She lifted her hips up and they slid over her bottom easily. She took over from me and pushed them over her knees letting them fall to the ground.

Fuck. Mom was naked. This was even better than with Aunt Marie.

"I don't know if you could do what she did next. Aunt Marie is awfully flexible."

"How? What did she do?" She sounded irritated.

"She turned around and straddled me."

Mom looked hurt. "Like I couldn't do that? Please! Have some faith in your mother."

It was actually easier since we had more room to work with, and it only took her a few seconds to get spun around. I positioned her legs properly, and before she sat down on me, I pushed my shorts down around my ankles.

Mom had paused midway, and spoke to Dad. "How are you holding up, Harold?" She practically had to yell.

Jesus! Mom was completely naked, straddling me, and decided that was the time to hold a conversation with Dad.

He turned the music down. "Not bad, I'm not nodding off or anything. Another half-hour or so. If we don't hit any more traffic."

"If you get too tired, let me know. We can trade off."

I had my hands around her, feeling up her full ass. Damn she was fine!

Dad laughed. "Right. Like I'm gonna sit on Jeremy's lap."

"Or he could sit on yours," Mom teased, before allowing me to pull her down into my lap.

"Not on your life."

"You know, Jeremy could drive, and I could sit on your lap," she teased.

"Damn it, woman, don't tempt me!" I heard him laugh. "God, that is tempting though."

He seemed to be seriously pondering it. "No, I couldn't trust myself. You guys doing alright?" he asked.

"Wonderfully. We're having the best chat. I told him all about us, the early years."

"I hope you didn't tell him ALL about us," he laughed.

"Not all. But I think he's going to be looking at you differently from now on."

"Jesus. I knew this was a bad idea. Don't believe everything she says, son."

I laughed. "I believe every word that comes out of her mouth. And all I've got to say is, 'You da man, Pop!'"

"Very funny. So y'all are Ok for another 30 minutes?"

"As long as it takes, Dear," Mom answered sliding her hips forward and pressing against my stiff shaft.

I moved my mouth to her breast, wondering if she'd stop me. Au-contraire, she pushed her chest into me, stroking my hair.

"That's good. Everything's cool now?"

"Much better, thanks." From the tone of her voice, you'd never have guessed I had her hard little nipple between my teeth, tugging on it.

"Good. Let me know if you guys need a break." With that he turned the music up.

Mom let me work on her titty a little longer, before pulling away.

"That was very naughty, young man. Sucking Momma's titty while she's talking to your father." Her words were teasing.

"Irresistible, Mom. Couldn't be helped. Perfect tits like yours were made to be sucked."

"Your aunt was positioned like this?"

"Yeah. She was in my lap rubbing herself against me down there, grinding hard. She was driving me crazy, while she let me play with her boobs some more." I went in for a couple of nice suckles, while Mom proved she could grind with the best of them.

"You know, I'm going to have to kill her, right. Corrupting my little boy."

"I was getting too excited, and I told her I had to come," I confessed.

"And that was her opening. You didn't... you didn't fuck her, did you?" She was barely able to make herself say the word fuck. It came out as a whisper.

"No. She said we shouldn't. I knew she'd let me, but I didn't think my first time should be like that, with her."

"Your first time? You're teasing me right?" Mom asked, slowing her grinding to a near halt.

"No. I've done lots of other stuff. It's not like I'm a kid. I've had plenty of blow-jobs, but I've never gone all the way."

She laughed. "Like Mother, like son. Sometime we'll have to hear about those blow-jobs. Penny, I assume?"

"Penny, and a few more."

"My big boy, the stud. You should tell your old man. He'd be proud. So then what happened?"

I had my hands on Mom's incredible ass by this time, and I was pushing my cock against her, feeling her moistness lather up my shaft.

"She blew me."

Mom leaned back and looked at me. "God DAMN her! I was still hoping it was a lie. How?"

"She got on her knees on the floor boards, and she sucked my cock until I came in her mouth. She did all that while we were talking about our hunting trip."

"And she let you come in her mouth?"

"Yeah, and swallowed every drop."

"Now I've heard everything. See what I mean? She'd do anything to win you over." Then she turned serious again. "I'm not going to do that. Not here. Not like this."

Not here. I liked the way that sounded. "I don't want you to."

She glared at me. "You don't think I'm as good as her?"

I pulled my Mom down and kissed her. "Mom, I have no doubt you'd put her to shame. Someday I'd love to have you suck me. Truth is, right now I wouldn't last five seconds in your sexy mouth."

"You bet your ass you wouldn't. These lips are magical. Ask your father some time." She kissed me hard, putting her tongue to good use. When she had me gasping, she pulled away. "What do you want, then?"

I held her ass cheeks in my hands, and pressed my cock against her. "You know what I need Mom."

She stared into my eyes. "I think we better take a break here, buster." She took her shirt and put it back on, covering up her wonderful tits. She was killing me.

She pulled my hands away from her ass, and slid away from me, so she wasn't pressed against my shaft. I wanted to beg her to stop, to reconsider, but understood that I'd gone too far. Asked for too much.

It only took her a few more seconds to get turned around again. She reached between her legs, and casually moved my cock to the side, so she could sit in my lap, without impaling herself. Then she leaned back against me, her cheek brushing mine.

"I'm sorry Mom. Don't be mad."

"I'm not mad, baby. A little disappointed."

"I didn't mess things up too badly did I? Please tell me I didn't."

"Jeremy, I'm your mother. We went way too far. You need to settle down. Jesus, your father is only a few feet away." She didn't seem angry just concerned.

"How can I settle down? You're sitting in my lap, telling me stories about your first time, about blowing Dad, and giving up your ass to him. Never mind making me relive all the crazy things I did with Aunt Marie. I'm going crazy here, Mom!"

"Shhh," she whispered, taking my arms and wrapping them around her waist, making me hug her. "I know. I was bad too. I'm sorry. But I had to stop you. Ten more seconds and you and I both know what would have happened."

I held her tight with one arm, and slid my other hand back between her legs. She might have put her shirt back on, but her shorts were still under the front seat somewhere. I gently stroked her pussy, cupping it, teasing it open.

She pushed my hand away. "Stop! Stop it now, or I'll tell your father."

I didn't know if she was serious or not. I drew my hand back, and nuzzled her neck. My hand came up and caressed her tit through her shirt. She whimpered for me, arching her back, pressing against me.

"You're just so beautiful, Mom. So damn sexy," I whispered to her.

"Jesus. This is all that damn Marie's fault. This should have been just a simple little drive, maybe a little playing around. A little tit, but that's all," she said.

I was more cautious this time, reaching between her legs, and caressing her inner thigh. I petted her thigh slowly, reaching higher and higher. My cock was swinging free, and I carefully guided it upright, where it could move around freely. I teased her terribly, pushing my cock so it would swing forward and slap against her pussy lightly. All the while I was nibbling her neck, her ears, gently playing with her tits, telling her how incredibly hot she was and how crazy she made me.

"Jeremy," she moaned softly, "we have to have limits." She was burning up. Her hips were grounding down against my lap, and as I teased her thighs, my fingers touching everywhere down there but where it counts. She was squirming for more. Her body was begging for my touch.

I moved the head of my cock between the lips of her pussy, and pushed. I felt her open up marginally, then she was shifting her hips, stopping me. I had her positioned perfectly in my lap, her legs open wide, her opening just the right distance from the end of my cock. The top of my cock lay across her molten slit, the head brushing her clit. When I drew back, I could feel the moistness against my skin.

Mom moaned softly, then turned her head and looked into my eyes. "This is a dangerous game you're playing."