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Patrick and Ashley alternated nights at each other's homes. They couldn't keep their hands off each other. Ashley couldn't believe how much she was enjoying the sex with her son. Up until now she had viewed sex as something that women "had" to do in order to please their mate. But with PJ, she felt things she had never felt before. That included feeling safe. Consequently she felt free to express herself, both physically and verbally. She told her son about the few lovers she had and the many fantasies she drew on from time to time. She became comfortable with masturbating in front of him if he asked her to. And even became more verbal when they were making love, telling him what felt good and where she wanted to be touched. She felt almost liberated... at least behind the walls of their homes.

The good news about living in a small town was neighbors tend to notice everything. It's like the whole town is part of a Neighborhood Watch program. Likewise, the bad news about living in a small town was neighbors tend to notice everything.... Including if a car stays at a home overnight. It wasn't so bad at Ashley's. She had a two-car garage and Patrick took advantage. But he did see his mom's neighbor, Mrs. Ramsey, two mornings as he was leaving. She knew Patrick was Ashley's son, so she probably wasn't suspicious, he reasoned. Still, they both worried that too many overnight stays might look suspect.

Ashley continued to worry about the long-term effects this might have on Patrick and / or their relationship. She continued to look for support by reading articles on the internet but was skeptical about the honesty expressed in them. As much as she enjoyed her new found enthusiasm for sex and the closeness she felt with her son, she didn't know if she should let him find a girlfriend and get married or if they should go "all in" and move in together.

It was a topic that was discussed more than a few times between the two of them. They both realized that if they were going to present themselves as a couple to the rest of the world, they would have to move to a different city where no one knew them as mother and son.

"I have an idea," Patrick offered one Saturday night as they lay cuddling in the afterglow of sex. "Why don't we get away next weekend? Monday is a holiday and we can take Tuesday off also. We can drive to Manhattan or go camping in that state park about 100 miles from here. I think it would be good for us to get away and have some alone time... you know... act like a couple in the real world... what do you think?"

Ashley didn't need to consider it for long.

"I would love that," she said, excitedly. "Especially the camping idea. We haven't done that for years."

"Done," Patrick said. "I'll make the reservations tomorrow."

He kissed her and they fell asleep in each other's arms, just as they did most nights now.

Even though it was only a few days, they were both excited to be going somewhere that no one knew they were mother and son. They could pretend for a short while that they were just another couple. Perhaps most thrilling for each of them was the chance to be affectionate with each other in public. They wouldn't generate gossip if they kissed or held hands like they would in their home town.

They both took off work a bit early on Friday. They called it camping but it was a step or two above pitching a tent on the ground. They were staying in a rustic cabin in a beautifully wooded state park. At 4:30, he pulled into the garage of Ashley's home and put her small suitcase in the trunk and an ice chest with some food and drinks for the long weekend in the back seat. They both climbed in the car and Patrick leaned over and gave his mom a quick kiss on the lips, causing Ashley to blush at the intimacy of the moment. And off they drove, escaping the prying eyes of Mrs. Ramsey.

They had stayed at this park years before when Ashley was married to Patrick's dad. One of the things Ashley was most looking forward to was the isolation. Even when the camp was fully booked, it was rare to see more than a dozen faces over the course of a long weekend. They wouldn't be able to lounge around naked outside the confines of their cabin - but were otherwise unencumbered. In short a perfect place to present themselves to the world as a couple and explore each other's bodies with a limited amount of decorum.

When they arrived at the park office, they both got out to stretch their legs and check in. Once inside, they saw another couple looking at the map of the park hanging on the wall, apparently orienting themselves. Patrick stepped to the desk. A middle-aged man got up from his chair and greeted him.

"Hi," Patrick said. "We have a reservation for two... Johnson... um... Mr. and Mrs.," Patrick blushed.

Ashley suppressed a smile at his awkwardness.

"I mean," Patrick continued to stumble across his words, "Patrick and Ashley Johnson," he said finally, exhaling a deep breath.

The clerk didn't look up, nor did he acknowledge Patrick's nervous behavior. He simply swiped the credit card, had Patrick sign the registration, handed him the key, and gave Patrick directions on how to get to their cabin.

As they were getting ready to leave, they noticed the couple at the wall map looking at them. Ashley blushed, thinking they must realize we are mother and son - but she quickly dismissed the idea - there was no reason to suspect they knew that.

"Sorry for staring," the man smiled, holding the hand of his young companion. "We couldn't help but overhear that you are in the cabin next to ours. I just wanted to introduce ourselves since we might be seeing each other from time to time," he said, extending his hand.

"I'm Dean and this is my... this is Cindy," he said shaking Patrick's hand and nodding towards the shy young woman holding his hand.

"I'm Patrick and this is... Ashley," he stuttered, finding it awkward to be calling his mom Ashley. They all shook hands. Patrick noticed his mom seemed a bit embarrassed, he assumed because - even though they didn't know their relationship - the other couple must suspect that they were mother and son.

"Nice meeting you," Dean said, breaking the awkwardness of the moment. "I expect we will see each other again. Have fun."

As Patrick and Ashley climbed back into their car they both smiled.

"I guess we need to work on acting like we are a regular couple in public," Ashley smiled. "That wasn't very smooth. But that other couple seemed a little awkward too."

"Really?" Patrick asked. "She seemed kind of shy, but I thought Dean seemed okay."

"I would bet a lot of money that Dean is Cindy's dad," Ashley said, looking over and seeing them drive toward their cabin. "She is about your age and Dean is close to mine. Plus they have very similar eyes and noses," she observed.

"Hmmm...," Patrick mused. "Maybe you're right. Maybe our relationship isn't as isolated as we thought," he said, taking his mom's hand for a moment and then starting the car.

When they arrived at the cabin, they quickly unpacked the car and transferred things from the ice chest to the refrigerator. They both entered the single bedroom in the cabin at the same time and both stopped momentarily and stared at the bed. Up until now, their love making had been limited to the familiar spaces of their own bedrooms. This seemed more intimate for some reason. Like they were sneaking away to have sex so they wouldn't be detected... which is - in fact - what they were doing.

They both threw their bags on the bed and looked at each other. The only sound that could be heard was the singing of the birds outside their primitive little cabin. Suddenly all of the pent-up desire that had been percolating on the drive to the park boiled over and they came together, kissing passionately. Patrick's hands began roaming over his mom's backside and brushed against the sides of her tits. She could feel his hardness grinding into him.

Ashley was the one to break the kiss.

"Come on," she said, pushing Patrick back a step. "Let's put our things away and have dinner... then we can have some more of that," she said, referring to their kissing. She reached down and ran her hand over the front of Patrick's pants, feeling how hard he was.

"You know you are killing me, right?" Patrick laughed.

They finished putting things away and Patrick began to cook hamburgers on the grill behind the cabin. There was a screened in porch on the back of the cabin and, after setting the table, Ashley poured both of them a glass of wine and she sat in a rocking chair on the back porch watching Patrick cook the burgers. From the back porch, they could see the back of Dean and Cindy's cabin through the trees. It was about fifty yards away and obscured by some trees. Ashley could see a light on in the cabin as dusk was setting in.

Patrick brought the burgers in and they sat at the small round wooden table near the minimalist kitchen to eat. When they were done they retreated to the back porch again and drank a glass of wine as they both sat in a swing that hung from the roof of the porch. There was a dim light from inside the cabin that partially illuminated the porch - but they were otherwise in the dark.

Ashley stood up, removed her shirt and shorts, set their glasses down and sat on Patrick's lap wearing only her bra and panties. His hands slid over her body as they kissed. She pulled his shirt off as they continued their foreplay. Patrick took her bra off and groped at her tits, kissing her neck and earlobes.

"God mom," Patrick panted. "You are so fucking hot."

"I can't wait for you to fuck me PJ," Ashley said breathlessly. "Mommy needs to be fucked so bad tonight."

They continued their kissing, and grinding, and groping for the next fifteen minutes or so. There was something incredibly sexual about the stillness of the night and the fresh air and the way they both wanted to devour each other. They both knew, however, that fucking on the porch swing might be problematic so they withdrew back inside. As they entered the back door, Patrick turned just enough to see Dean and Cindy out of the corner of his eye. They had apparently gone for a walk on the trail behind both of their cabin's and must have seen he and his mom kissing. He had no idea how long they had been there. Dean stood behind Cindy, cupping her tits and she had one of her hands behind her obviously rubbing his hard cock through his shorts. Patrick said nothing, preferring to attend to more pressing matters with his mom.

As they collapsed on the bed Ashley rolled on top of him and ground her panty covered pussy against his now naked hard cock.

She slid down and curled her body, taking his dick in her mouth and moving so that he could use his fingers on her at the same time. Patrick initially wet his fingers simply by running them over the gusset of her soaked panties. He then moved the panties to one side and slid two fingers inside his mom.

"Mmmmmm," Ashley moaned, grinding her pussy against his fingers and taking his cock as deeply as possible into her throat.

Patrick pumped his fingers in and out of his mom's sodden pussy, causing Ashley to squeal in delight, wiggling her lower half as if trying to screw his fingers in deeper.

She suddenly released his cock from her mouth, repositioning herself so she could fuck her son while he lay there.

"I'm sorry baby," she said breathlessly. "I wanted to start the trip off with a nice blow job for you and let you cum in my mouth. But I have to be fucked by you. I can't wait."

"No complaints here mom," Patrick smiled. "But your pussy is so hot I don't know how long I can last."

"Cum in me my pussy PJ," she begged. "I want to feel you cum deep inside me."

Patrick did everything he could to hold off cumming for just a bit more. Finally when he felt his mom's body start to shudder and saw her chest turn red and her head went back, he came in her. He could feel her spasming pussy walls clamping around his squirting cock and he flooded her.

She collapsed on top of him, both of them covered in a light sheen of sweat, his semi hard cock slid out and both of their juices began to drip out of his mom and onto his balls. They both were panting and could feel each other's hearts beating.

"I may not want to leave this place," Ashley whispered, smiling.

"Right now you could suggest we move out of the country and I would follow," Patrick answered.

"Thank you baby," Ashley cooed, kissing his chest.

They fell asleep in each other's arms and woke to the sounds of nature the next morning.

The cabin was rustic but did have running water and a shower. They both cleaned up, had some breakfast, and decided to walk along the trail behind their cabin.

As they walked, Patrick told his mom about seeing Dean and Cindy when they came in from the porch the night before.

"Oh no," Ashley exclaimed. "Do you think they heard us? Do you think they know about us?"

Ashley was much less concerned about the fact that they had seen her almost nude than that their incestuous relationship might be outed.

"I don't know how long they were standing there," Patrick replied. "I didn't get the sense that it was very long. However long it was it was pretty clear that they weren't offended. He had his hands covering her tits and she was apparently rubbing his hard on through his pants. If you are right about them, and they did hear us, then maybe it was a double turn on for them to see and hear us."

As Patrick said this they took another turn on the trail and found themselves at the back of their neighbor's cabin. Patrick wanted to stop and see if they could spy on them, but Ashley just wanted to get back to their cabin and close the doors. So they kept walking.

"Good morning," Dean called out, stepping onto the back porch before they had walked another six feet. "Looks like it's going to be a beautiful day."

Mom and son stopped. Ashley couldn't speak.

"I think so too," Patrick called back. "We just wanted to see where the trail led and take in some fresh air."

"Yeah," Dean said, as Cindy joined him on the porch. "We walked the trail last night. There were some gorgeous sights. Really gets your blood pumping," he smiled, putting his arm around Cindy.

Patrick and Ashley blushed. He may have seen them but didn't seem to indicate that he knew they were mom and son.

"Why don't you both stop over for a drink after dinner tonight?" he called. "Just a quick nightcap."

Patrick and his mom looked at each other. He could see the hesitancy in her eyes and he understood. Ashley looked at the ground and shrugged slightly so that only Patrick could notice.

"I think we will take a rain check," Patrick said. "We wanted to go into that small town near here and do some antique shopping. I'm not sure when we will be back."

"Sure. Have fun. If you see the light on in our cabin when you get home, feel free to stop in," Dean replied.

"Thanks," Patrick and Ashley called out, walking back to their cabin.

The rest of the day was spent driving through the foothills and relaxing.

They stopped in a quaint little town that had two traffic lights and had lunch at a local cafe. They both sat on the same side of the booth and had lunch, playfully touching each other, and feeling their legs rub against each other. After lunch they walked hand in hand down the small main street running through the middle of town, taking in the ambiance of this very rural community. At one point, they stopped and were both looking at some of the clothes for sale on display in the window. Patrick put his arm around his mom and pulled her close. She nestled against him and he let his hand fall downwards and lightly brush over her ass. She only smiled at how exhilarating this was to be able to act like this in public before they walked a few more feet and went into an antique store. It was a glorious afternoon.

They had dinner in the only other restaurant in town and drove back to the cabin. They were both relieved to see the lights were out in Dean and Cindy's cabin, meaning they could just continue to enjoy time with each other for now.

Patrick thought that his mom might be worn out from walking around the small town most of the afternoon and was resigned to simply falling asleep to let her rest. As they cuddled he was surprised to feel her push her hips toward his and let her hand come up and lightly stroke his cheek. He knew the signals by now and responded by kissing her deeply. They both began to simultaneously grind against each other and kiss and shed the few clothes they were wearing in bed. Their movements prior to getting their clothes off amounted to all of the foreplay they both wanted to engage in and Ashley moved Patrick on top of her where he immediately stabbed his hard cock into her sopping pussy.

They both were grunting like animals, Patrick looking down at his mom, driving his dick in and out of her.

"Cum in me PJ," his mom panted. "Cum in mommy's pussy. I want to feel it drip out of me all night."

With several final strokes, Patrick slid deep into his own mother's cunt... filling her with rope after rope of cum. He pulled out and flopped on his back. They both lay there in a light sweat and gasped for breath. One final kiss and they were both in a deep sleep.

The next day started with another stroll through along the wooded trail behind their cabin. As they made the last turn, Dean once again greeted them from his back porch.

"How was the shopping?" he called out.

"It was a wonderful day," Patrick responded. "It was nice to spend some time together. When we got back last night the lights were off. Sorry we missed out on the drink," he added.

"Well, the offer still holds," Dean answered. "We will be leaving tomorrow so we won't be up late but would love if you want to drop by after dinner."

Patrick looked at his mom and she gave him a look that he interpreted "why not?".

"I think we would like that. We will see you about 8:00 or so," he smiled.

By now Cindy had joined Dean on the porch and they could all see her broad smile.

"Okay," Dean said, hugging Cindy. "See you around then."

The rest of the day, he and his mom spent walking around the campgrounds.

"Do you think they know you are my son?" Ashley whispered as they strolled hand in hand through the grounds, referring to the invitation from Dean and Cindy.

"I'm not sure," Patrick responded. "I have tried to think back on what we might have said when we were on the porch and they could have possibly overheard but it is all just a fog to me. But the way that I figure it, so what if they do?" he reasoned. "If they are related like you think they are, then they certainly aren't going to be judgmental. And if they aren't, we aren't ever going to see them again... so who cares?"

Ashley smiled and squeezed Patrick's hand. She wished she had Patrick's ability to not worry about matters like this - but that wasn't her nature. Still, what he said made sense and, at least for the time being, she let it be her rationalization.

The other thing that Ashley worried about was the way Dean looked at her (or - more accurately - leered at her). Again, she voiced her concern to Patrick and, again, he comforted her.

"You don't need to spend another moment worrying about that," he said. "I will be with you the whole time. You won't be out of my sight.""So... I am guessing swinging isn't one of the fantasies that you get off to," Patrick said, putting his arm around her shoulders and drawing her in closer. He could feel her tense up.

"Well... not exactly..." she stammered.

Patrick laughed. "What does that mean?"

"When your dad and I were married we got invited to a party with just a few other couples," she started. "I think he knew what kind of party it was, but I didn't know it was the kind where couples trade partners for a few hours. I guess he thought if he got me there, I would warm up to the idea. He and I were sitting on the couch watching other people dance with people that weren't their husbands or wives and it dawned on me what was happening. I told your dad that I was very uncomfortable and we left a short time later," she said, sounding somewhat dejected.

"So, you just couldn't take the infidelity?" Patrick asked his mom, continuing to pull her in close to him.

"No. That wasn't it. I actually get aroused thinking about being with another man... or another woman," his mom blushed. "The reason I was uncomfortable was that he had tried to deceive me. I may have been more open to it that night if he had just talked to me about it before we got there," she reasoned. "I know this," she continued. "I now see that pretty much everyone has some kinky thoughts when it comes to sex. I recognize that I had those thoughts even when I was repressing them. I may not ever act on them, but I am not going to beat myself up just because they turn me on."

Patrick's head was swimming. His mom had just admitted that one of her fantasies is that she thinks about sex with other men OR WOMEN. He hadn't imagined that was in her list.

"Well... I guess I shouldn't be surprised... but thank you for telling me Mom," he said. "So... in the spirit of open discussion, if the opportunity arises tonight and Dean and Cindy want to swap with us, what do you want to do?"

"Well... I guess we can play it by ear," Ashley mused. "But I am very happy just being with you," she smiled, pulling him tightly against her.

They continued their walk through the grounds for another hour, talking about life, and sex, and moving away, and any topic that came to mind. Ultimately they came back to the room to rest. They resisted the urge to make love again. This was going to be their last night here and they wanted to make sure the conserved their energy. They were going to take full advantage of their ability to present themselves as a couple to the outside world... if only for a short time.

After dinner they made the short walk to Dean and Cindy's cabin. It was a mirror image of Ashley's and Patrick's. Dean answered the door wearing shorts and sandals and a Tommy Bahama button up shirt. He appeared to be in his late 40's or early 50's and had a bit of a gut but - for the most part - still had a fairly athletic build. Cindy couldn't have been more than 25. She had blond hair that had been pulled back into a pony tail earlier in the day but now swung loosely just past her shoulders. She had the tight body of a twenty-something and didn't mind showing it off in her cut off jean shorts, strappy sandals, and halter top, barring her flat and toned tummy. The cups of the halter top were just loose enough that when she moved in a certain way you could see her breast almost to her areola. Her pert nipples were poking at the fabric of her top as they sat and talked. She seemed much more outgoing than when they met in the park office the day before.

Ashley and Patrick each had a Maker's Mark on ice. Dean and Cindy poured themselves a scotch and water. They talked about their home towns, their jobs, their backgrounds, and all of the normal superficial topics of conversation that new acquaintances cover in an initial conversation. Then Dean asked a more personal question.

"So," Dean started. "How long have you two been together?"

Patrick had anticipated a question along that line and answered before giving his mom a chance to fumble around with an answer.

"Really it seems like we have known each other forever," he said honestly. "But we didn't start seeing each other romantically until recently." He sat back and smiled to himself that he had answered truthfully, with just a hint of shading. He hoped that would be enough so that they didn't want the details.

"That's great," Dean replied, taking Cindy's hand and leading her to sit on his lap while they all talked. "What happened to turn it into a romantic relationship?"

"Well... I guess it was because... Ashley found out that I was thinking about her in a sexual way... something we had never talked about before," Patrick said, searching for the right words without giving away too much. "One day she asked me about it and I told her the truth. One thing led to another, and here we are," he said, a small hint of perspiration on his forehead, hoping that would suffice.

"How about you two," Patrick countered, hoping to shift the focus off of he and his mom. "How did you two get together?"

"I think our stories are kind of similar," Dean offered. "Why don't you tell them how we became a couple sweetheart," he said giving Cindy a brief kiss and feeling her move her bottom across his crotch.

"Well... After college I got a job and had my own place," Cindy began. "I had dated lots of guys but just never seemed to find the right one. When I thought about it I realized that I was trying to find someone like my daddy... good looking, smart, caring, successful... you know - the whole package," she said smiling at Dean.

Dean gave her another kiss and moved his hand up a bit around her waist so that it was almost touching the side of her breast.

"So one night I invited my dad over so that I could cook him dinner at my new apartment," Cindy said, returning to the story. "After we finished eating we were sitting on the couch and I was complaining about all the losers I had dated. I was cuddling next to dad when I said something like I wish I could find a guy like him. When I said that I kind of dropped my head and could see that he had gotten really hard just from us cuddling. Everything got really quiet in the room and I looked up at him. The next thing that happened was he kissed me on the lips for the first time... or maybe I kissed him... it was such a blur, I really don't remember. I just melted. This was really what I had been dreaming of. We have been a couple since then... but have had to hide it from friends. This is our first trip away from where we live and are so happy we can be a couple here without anyone being critical of a dad that fucks his daughter," she smiled, reaching her hand up and cupping her dad's jawline and kissing him deeply.

Cindy's use of the word "fuck" was intentional. She wanted to convey theirs was something of a raw, hedonistic relationship... and she was all for it.

For a moment, there was only silence in the room, everyone now knowing that their "secrets" were no longer secret.

"I assume, since you are being so candid, that you know that Patrick is my son," Ashley said, the liquor helping her to speak boldly.

"I suspected when we met the other day," Dean said, now covering Cindy's tit with his hand. "And then, the first night we were here, when we went for a walk and happened upon you, I heard you confirm it. I am sorry we accidently stumbled across you guys getting ready to have sex but have to tell you it was a great relief to know there are other people like us out there. We were hoping to use the weekend to decide, once and for all, if we wanted to move to another part of the country and start over... as husband and wife. And this has helped us get to that decision. It is so freeing to be able to act like a couple in front of other couples."

Ashley got up from her chair and went to sit in Patrick's lap. She took a large gulp of her bourbon and looked down and kissed him like a lover. Of course Patrick responded, covering her ass with one of his hands. Ashley moaned when he did so.

"You're right," Ashley gasped, breaking the kiss and feeling flushed. "That does feel liberating to be able to kiss my son like that and know that we aren't being judged," she said.

"Well... as long as there are no judgements," Cindy said standing up, "I hope you don't mind if I help daddy out with a problem that he is having."

She took off her halter top and dropped to her knees in front of her dad, pulling his shorts down and exposing his hard dick pointing at her. She swayed in front of him dragging her tits across his cock batting it back and forth. She then took it in her mouth. Ashley and Patrick watched as her lips descended to the base of his dick and he could only sigh as she did so.

As her mouth came back up his pole they could all see how slick it was just from her saliva. She went down and up two more times before adding her hand to the equation and stroking him in synchronization with her lips.

Patrick looked at his mom and could see that her chest was red and her nostrils flared. She was staring at this beautiful young woman sucking her dad's cock without a trace of hesitation or guilt.

His mom looked back at him and both recognized the lust in each other's eyes. Ashley stood up, peeled her own shirt and bra off and dropped to her knees as well, taking her son's cock out of his pants and sucking on it like she was in some sort of perverse contest. Both men were sitting, facing each other and watching as their cock's were being sucked by their own flesh and blood. Their eyes switched back and forth between watching their own cock get sucked to the bare tits in the room, to watching the other cock get sucked. This went on for maybe 10 to 15 minutes. Both wanted badly to pull their respective lady off their cock and fuck them - but it simply felt too good to stop.

"Suck it mom," Patrick said loud enough for everyone in the room to hear. "Suck me while Cindy chokes on her dad's cock and he watches you take your son's cock down your throat."

Ashley moaned and grabbed her nipple, twisting it. She felt like such a slut at the moment. She had been transformed from a sexually repressed shy woman to one that actually enjoyed sex and all of the debauchery that might come with it. She wanted her son to think she was a good cock sucker and wanted Dean and Cindy to think so too.

Patrick was the first to feel his loins begin to percolate.

"I'm about to cum mom," he gasped. "I'm sorry, I can't hold back much longer."

"Cum for me baby... cum for your slut mom," she panted, resuming her slurping. "I want you to cum on my face and tits baby," she gulped.

"Yes daddy, I want you to cum on my face too," begged Cindy. "Please daddy, I need to feel your cum all over me too... just like Patrick's mommy."

That was too much for Patrick. He pulled out of his mom's mouth and sprayed her with his cum. It was in her hair, on her forehead, across the bridge of her nose, some in her eye, some on her cheek, and some in her mouth. What little he had left, he rubbed onto her engorged nipples.

As he sat back in his chair he looked over just in time to see Dean covering his own daughter with his seed. Cindy giggled as he spewed ropes of cum on her face and tits. When he was done, she scooped up gobs of the gooey cum and slurped it down, smiling at her dad while she did so.

Ashley licked her lips and swallowed whatever cum she could capture with her tongue around her mouth but chose to wear her sons cum on her face as some sort of trophy.

After a few minutes Patrick and Ashley got up and gathered their clothes and started to walk back to their cabin, still partially clothed.

"No judgements," she smiled.

"No judgements," Dean said, standing up, his semi hard dick still poking out impressively in front of him, giving Ashley a kiss on the one part of her cheek that didn't appear to have any cum on it, his still erect cock grazing her thigh.

Patrick's cock was no less impressive as he bent down to give Cindy a friendly good night kiss. He had an easier time finding a "cum-free" spot since she had wiped up her dads cum so she could taste it... they politely kissed and said their good nights as she gave his dick a quick stroke.

When Ashley went to give Cindy a good bye kiss, she didn't bother looking for a spot without cum. She kissed her briefly on her lips and tasted Dean's semen, albeit briefly. Cindy, in turn, put her tongue directly on a dollop of Patrick's cum that was still near Ashley's lips. Both women smiled, feeling their still engorged nipples brush against each other.

"Thank you," Patrick spoke for both of them. "Seeing you two so happy and letting us share that happiness with you has been wonderful. I left my contact information on the table. I hope we can stay in touch. And if we ever find that other father / daughter couple out there, we will be sure and send them your way," he smiled.

"We will definitely stay in touch," Dean responded. "And we will be on the lookout for the mother / son couple that you guys are looking for also. But if we don't run across them, I hope we can see each other again someday."

They walked back to their cabin with Patrick's dick leading the way and Ashley was topless and covered in cum.

When they got back to their cabin, Patrick repaid the oral favor and his mom didn't hold back her pleasure. Patrick was pretty sure she wanted their neighbors next door to hear her cries of pleasure and that is why she was being so loud. He simply smiled to himself. "What a slut I've turned loose," he thought to himself.

The next morning they drove home. While they were driving, they talked about Dean and Cindy's plan to move somewhere else and start over. They both were intrigued by the idea but Ashley - ever the worrier - was more hesitant than he was. She and PJ thought they could both get jobs with other companies if needed - or perhaps a transfer if they went to the right location. But Ashley was more concerned about cutting ties with some of her friends and - specifically - her sister, Stephanie. She would never be able to let her or her nephew visit if Ashley and Patrick were living as husband and wife.

They both drove in silence for a while, contemplating how they could make this work. In the end, they both tabled the idea... for now...

The next several months Patrick and Ashley spent as much time together as possible. They had brief interludes wherein they could act as a couple by going on weekend get aways but it wasn't enough to satisfy them. Ultimately they made the decision to move and live as husband and wife. Patrick was able to transfer to a management position at his companies Chicago office and Ashley was quickly able to find a job that actually paid her more than she was currently making. Before they moved, Ashley had some unfinished business to take care of with her sister, Stephanie.

It wasn't like Ashley and Stephanie saw each other frequently - but they did get together from time to time... usually around the holidays or sometimes during the summer one would visit the other. Ashley's biggest concern was that she wouldn't be able to invite Stephanie to come visit once she and Patrick moved in together. So, she invited Stephanie and her son, James, to come visit before she moved. They had no idea that this would be the last time they would come visit Ashley at her house.

It was good to see Stephanie again. She may have been only two years younger than Ashley - but had always acted younger than her years. Now in her 40's she still wore her hair past her shoulders and dressed more provocatively than most women her age. Her demeanor was also more outgoing than Ashley, with a sense of sexuality seeming to permeate from her when she talked or laughed. In the past Ashley had resented her sisters more hedonistic personality but now seemed to understand it better and perhaps even appreciated it, now that she had her own sexual reawakening.

Ashley saw them drive up and greeted them in the front yard with hugs and kisses. James was a year younger than Patrick but they had almost the same athletic builds. Ashley admired his muscles and flat stomach and his strong hands when he hugged her. Stephanie, on the other hand, may have been toned, but was all curves and didn't mind showing them off. She wore a halter top that was deep cut in front leaving no doubt that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her shorts barely covered her bottom and when she bent over to pick up one of her bags, the top of her thong was clearly on display.

Ashley offered her sister and nephew the two bedrooms on the far side of her house, explaining that Patrick only had one bedroom at his place and she thought James would appreciate his own bed. They settled in and went out to a casual restaurant for dinner. Ashley had mentioned to Stephanie that she and PJ were moving and Steph wanted to hear all of the details. They both explained that they had jobs waiting for them there and they would initially live together in a three-bedroom house that Ashley had put a contract on until Patrick could get his own place.

Stephanie said she and James couldn't wait to visit, to which both Ashley and Patrick didn't respond, quickly changing the subject. The remainder of the dinner was full of laughs and recalling funny stories of the boys when they were much younger. There seemed to be a certain edge in the conversation that never got resolved but became completely obscured the more they drank.

Patrick was the one out of the four that limited himself to just one drink and was the obvious choice to drive them back to his moms. When they got there Stephanie wanted to try out Ashley's pool and hot tub so she went out and heated it up.

As Steph and James went to their respective rooms to change into their bathing suits, Patrick happened to be standing in the family room and could watch as they both kind of stumbled to their rooms. When they got to their doors, James took his mom in his arms and planted a kiss deeply on her lips before both went in their rooms to change.

Patrick quickly moved to the kitchen in case they looked down the hallway. He couldn't believe what he had just seen. Was it possible? Was he "projecting" his own feelings for his mom onto Aunt Steph and James? He had only had one drink (as he was making himself a second at the moment)... surely he wasn't making this up in his head. He decided not to say anything to his mom - but he also was now determined to keep an eye out for more evidence of what he thought he had observed.

A few moments later they emerged. James was wearing a pair of blue and yellow trunks. Stephanie on the other hand, wore a bright red bikini that barely covered her D cup breasts and her pubic area. It seemed clear that from the smoothness of the fabric, there was no hair to be covered by her bikini and her lips were discernable from the tightness. The back of the bikini bottoms, while not a thong, was cut very high at the hips and if she moved in a certain way caused both sides of the backside to get wedged between her cheeks as if it were a thong.

"Wow Aunt Steph," Patrick whistled. "That is a hot bikini."

"You like?" Stephanie answered, twirling. "It's Jimmy's favorite," she smiled, caressing the side of his face with her will manicured fingers. "Do me a favor honey, and fix mommy another drink," she cooed to her son.

James blushed and headed to the setup of alcohol that Patrick had put out in the kitchen.

At that moment Ashley emerged from her room wearing a stylish and very complimentary navy-blue one-piece swim suit.

"Seriously Steph?" she said, sounding somewhat indignant. "You brought THAT suit to wear with your son and nephew?"

"Oh, what's the big deal?" Stephanie slurred. "I would imagine Patrick has seen a woman's boobs and I know that Jimmy has," she said, running her hands down the front of her bikini top.

Patrick took note that his Aunt Stephanie, thanks to the liquor, seemed to be giving off hints that theirs was more than a mother / son relationship... the kiss, the hand to the face, admitting that James had seen boobs (did she mean he had seen hers?), even wearing that revealing bikini was a hint that she was comfortable with James ogling her.

They all took a drink out to the pool and stepped to the edge. All but Patrick actually stepped into the pool. He told them all that he didn't have a suit at his mom's house and said - if it was okay - he would just wear his boxers.

"See?" Stephanie said to James. "I told you it would be okay if you just wore boxers."

"I know," James retorted. "But if you will recall, I told you I wasn't wearing any underwear," he slurred.

"Oh yeah," Stephanie garbled, slightly stumbling in the pool. "And then he showed me," she whispered loudly to Ashley, laughing.

All four of them laughed at the mental image - but Patrick noted again, this was another clue. He dropped his shorts and waded into the shallow pool along with the others. Initially Patrick thought he detected another clue when he sensed Stephanie rubbing up against James, but later she did the same to him.

"Maybe it's just the liquor making her act so flirty," he thought to himself.

Ashley didn't seem to notice any of the goings on between her sister and nephew. The liquor had given her the courage to have some very naughty thoughts about her shirtless son dressed only in his boxers, but she was at least sober enough to control herself in front of her guests.

They all finished their drinks and had one more round. It was a warm night and the pool felt wonderful. Between the sheer bikini that his aunt wore and the nearness of his mom wearing just a thin piece of cloth between his gaze and her skin, it was no surprise that he had to do his best to hide the boner pushing out the front of his boxers as he went inside to make everyone another drink.

"Oh my," Stephanie called out as he climbed out of the pool. "Maybe you better give that thing a tug or two when you go inside," she laughed.

"Stephanie!" Ashley scolded as PJ blushed. But Steph and her son just laughed.

When Patrick returned with the drinks it was more subdued. Everyone finished their drinks and went inside. Stephanie and James said their goodnights and walked unsteadily down the hallway to their bedrooms. Ashley was cleaning the glasses while Patrick moved to a portion of the family room where there was a vantage point that he could see through a reflection in a mirror on the wall down the hallway. He wasn't completely invisible to anyone that bothered to look but wasn't obvious unless you knew where to look.

Once again, as they got to their respective doors, James took his mother in his arms and kissed her, palming her toned ass at the same time. Stephanie initially complied and then, looking down the hall, pulled him into her room, shutting the door. Patrick waited a moment to see if James would return to his room. He was about to move from his observation spot when his mother walked into the room.

"What are you doing over there?" she asked, still a little unsteady from the drinks.

Patrick took her hand and began to walk her in the opposite direction from the guest bedrooms to her room.

"Remember how you have said several times that you wish you could find another mom to talk to about having sex with her son?" he started. "I think I know someone you can talk to."

Ashley was confused.

"What are you talking about?" she said, looking into his eyes.

"I am almost certain that Aunt Steph and Jimmy are hooking up," Patrick said with a slight smile. "If you walked in her room right now, I expect you would see both of them naked unless Aunt Steph decided just to drop to her knees and give her son a good night blow job."

"Patrick!" Ashley admonished him for the crudeness of his description. "Really? Are you sure? What makes you think so?"

"Little things all night," he began. "I saw them kiss - I mean really kiss - twice, the way she touched him earlier, she made a comment about James seeing her boobs, stuff like that. And while you were putting the glasses away I watched them kiss and then Aunt Steph pulled him into her room."

Ashley was speechless. She had thought many times about trying to find another mother she could confide in and sort through some of her internal conflicts. While she and Stephanie had a good relationship, she never seriously considered disclosing the relationship with PJ to her.

"Are you sure PJ?" Ashley asked.

"I guess I can't be a hundred percent sure," Patrick offered. "But the two kisses that I saw looked pretty convincing."

"Okay," Ashley said. "Go ahead and go home now. Get a good night's sleep. Maybe I will try and talk to her tomorrow and see if she will tell me if something is going on. You and James can hang out here if you want."

Patrick kissed his mom goodnight and went to his home. Ashley, on the other hand, tossed and turned in bed for at least an hour thinking back on the evening, trying to pick up her own clues. Finally she fell asleep.

The next morning she made breakfast for everyone. When she woke earlier, she was determined to be on the lookout for any hints that might evidence that they have more than a mother / son relationship. It didn't take long for her to notice the first clue.

Stephanie came to breakfast wearing only a well-worn t-shirt. The fact that she was obviously braless didn't register as a hint since it was her experience that very few women bothered to put on a bra around their family while making breakfast. What seemed over the line was that the t-shirt she was wearing in front of her son barely covered her bottom. And it was apparent with just a little movement that she wasn't wearing any panties.

When the three of them sat at the glass topped breakfast table Ashley noticed her sister briefly flash James and they both did a poor job of suppressing their smiles. For his part, James naturally had an erection and seemed to do little to hide it from either of the women.

"James, Patrick will be over in about an hour to pick you up. I am not sure if he has something planned for both of you or not. You two can work that out," Ashley stated, intentionally looking him in the eye to avoid any hint she was intrigued by the large bulge tenting the front of his boxers. "Your mom and I are going to do a little shopping and have some lunch. We will be back late this afternoon."

"Sure Aunt Ashley," James said, smiling. "It will be fun hanging out with Patrick."

After breakfast Ashley took note that both of them went into their separate rooms to shower and dress. Later they emerged and Ashley and her sister went to the upscale strip center near her home.

They found a few items that they bought but mostly enjoyed just being together again. They stopped for lunch and sat at an outside table and had salad and a glass of chardonnay.

"I have to say Steph," Ashley started, taking a gulp of wine. "I was surprised that you didn't wear any panties this morning at breakfast with James. Is it always like that around your house?"

"I kind of thought I saw a look of disapproval from you this morning," Stephanie smiled. "James has seen me naked many times and, since you asked about our daily routine, he is probably naked more than he is not when it is just the two of us at my house."

"I'm sorry," Ashley said. "I didn't mean to give you a disapproving look and certainly am not one to judge, I was just curious more than anything," she blushed.

"Are you just curious? Or are you trying to get at something?" Steph asked.

"Are you having sex with your son?" Ashley asked directly.

Stephanie reacted by sitting back in her chair and staring at Ashley. She was trying to read her tone but detected nothing. Nor could she see any disparagement in her eyes. Still, she was wary to respond.

"Is it really any of your business if I am?" she asked guardedly.

"I suppose not," Ashley answered, still leaning toward her sister. "But I think if we can be honest with each other, it could only be a good thing."

Stephanie considered Ashley's words carefully. She seemed to be making a sincere effort to connect with her on a deeper level. They had shared many secrets in the past and neither ever violated the others confidentiality... but this was a secret that no one knew.

"Okay," she whispered, again leaning in to her sister. "Yes. James and I have been sleeping together for almost a year now." Stephanie seemed to act as if she was relieved to be able to share this with someone that she could trust like Ashley. "How did you know?"

"For the moment let's just say that my radar is a little more fine-tuned these days," Ashley responded. "But you guys weren't doing a very good job of hiding your attraction to each other," she smiled.

"Well... we've kind of gotten used to being alone and able to 'take care' of each other at pretty much any time of the day or night," Stephanie blushed. "We talked about it and knew we needed to keep our hands off each other for a few days... but I guess neither of us realized how much touching each other and being affectionate had become part of our daily routine when we are at home."

"Do you mind if I ask how it started?" Ashley asked, sipping on her chardonnay, feeling her nipples harden in her bra at the intimacy of the moment.

"I was laying out by the pool," Stephanie began. "I was alone and didn't think James would be home for at least another hour. We had been kind of teasing each other for a few weeks at that point, talking about how neither of us had a steady relationship and how it was getting hard to manage. You know, playful... but also kinda sexy," Stephanie whispered, looking into Ashley's eyes.

"I had a habit of putting on as little clothes as possible when I came home from work and James started commenting on it," Stephanie went on.

"How so?" Ashley asked, again sipping on her chardonnay.

"Things like he would ask if I was cold when he could see my nipples poking through my t-shirt or compliment the color of my panties if he could see up the robe I would wear at night," Steph explained. "We would both laugh but I mean, he's a guy... I knew it was probably affecting him, even if I was his mom," she went on.

"So anyway... I was out by the pool and started thinking about some of the kind of sexy banter between us and me maybe teasing him accidently on purpose," she blushed, taking a deep sip of her wine. "I already had my top off, thinking I was alone. I started to pull on my nipples and they were really hard. I couldn't help myself... I put my hand inside my bottoms and was going to make myself cum."

Stephanie looked at Ashley to see if she could detect shock, or disgust, or incredulity but was surprised to see nothing except what appeared to be honest interest in the story she was telling. Ashley, on the other hand, was doing her best to keep calm and portray a poker face. The story was arousing her and she could feel her throat start to parch and there was a familiar tingle between her legs. She never lost eye contact with Stephanie and took a long sip of wine before saying, "I can understand how that can happen. Go on."

"Well... needless to say it didn't take me long to get really wet. I decided to take my bottoms off so that I could spread my legs wider and play with myself, which I did... When I threw the bottoms to the side of the chair, I noticed James was inside looking at me through the window."

"Oh God," Ashley whispered. "That would have completely unnerved me."

"I look back and don't know how I didn't freak out... but, for some reason, I decided in that instant, that I wanted him to see me cum while I thought about him. I had my sunglasses on so he couldn't see my eyes... I turned the chair slightly so that he had a full-on view of my plunging my fingers in and out of my pussy," Stephanie whispered, her breaths getting shorter as she told the story.

"I could see he was playing with himself," she continued. "All of the teasing and kidding around leading up to that moment was like a sort of verbal foreplay. I was now on fire, knowing he was watching me. What he didn't know was that I was fantasizing about him. When I came, it was intense and I had to close my eyes. When I caught my breath and opened my eyes again, he had come outside and was standing next to me, naked, stroking himself."

Both women were now flushed. They paused while the waiter brought them each another glass of wine.

"So did he fuck you there by the pool?" Ashley whispered, deliberately using the word "fuck" to emphasize the debauchery of the scene, as well as signaling to her sister that she wasn't the 'good girl' that she used to be.

"No," Steph answered. "I know I was acting like a slut, but I wasn't ready for that yet. This had happened so spontaneously that I didn't really know what I should do. Until that day, it was only talk. Touching was a barrier that I didn't know if I could cross. I mean, for God's sake, I am his mom... and moms just don't have sex with their sons... or so I thought at the time," she blushed. "I could see he was close to cumming so I sat up and told him he could cum on my tits," Stephanie said, her breathing ragged. "I've never seen so much cum. It was glorious. Some even got on my face, which I think, in hindsight, Jimmy did on purpose," she smiled.

"What happened then?" Ashley asked breathlessly.

"We both slept in our own bed that night - although I am not sure either of us slept a lot, reliving what had just happened. The next day we talked about it but still didn't come to any resolution. We both wanted it, but knew it was going to be difficult to manage, not to mention the social implications. This went on another couple of days until I guess neither of us could take it anymore and we both realized we literally had to have each other... you know... physically. Plus, besides you Ashley, he's the best friend I have in the world. We went to bed that night and have been sleeping together ever since."

They both sat silently for several moments... almost as if in the afterglow of an orgasm.

Ashley leaned in again, placing her hand on top of Stephanie's on the table.

"So, after a year, do you regret it?" she asked, quietly.

Stephanie smiled.

"Let me answer a different question but get to the gist of what you are asking. To be clear, there have been times when it has been tough these last twelve months. I feel like I am living a lie to some degree since I can't tell anyone about James and me. Even this weekend, we were excited to see both of you, but knew that we would have to "pretend" for three days and both of us wondered if we could pull it off," Stephanie said, laughing. "Obviously we couldn't."

Ashley laughed also. "No. You couldn't. In fact, you were terrible."

"But you see what I am saying," she continued, smiling. "So I will answer your question by saying that if I had it to do over again, I would do it exactly the same."

Again, they both sat silently for a few moments.

"So, are you disgusted with me now?" Stephanie asked quietly as she swirled her wine in the glass.

Ashley was somewhat taken aback by the question. Admittedly it was the most taboo of topics but she didn't think that she had sent any signals that she was sitting in judgement. Perhaps this was just Stephanie feeling guilty. Or perhaps preparing for the worst.

"Of course not," Ashley responded. "And I have two good reasons that I would never think that about you. First, you are my sister and I love you and James with all of my heart. Nothing will ever change that."

Ashley noticed that Stephanie's eyes started to tear up with her affirmation.

"And second... even if I wanted to, I have no right to judge you. Patrick and I have been sleeping together for the last four months," Ashley whispered.

Stephanie's eyes immediately stopped tearing up and became wide as saucers. Now Ashley blushed.

"What? You? Patrick? Are you serious?" Stephanie sputtered. "Four months? How did this happen?"

Ashley turned a deep shade of red and drank the rest of her glass of wine, then ordered another glass before answering.

"In hindsight I learned that Patrick had been thinking about this for a while before anything actually happened," she started. "Ultimately I learned that he had been fantasizing about he and I together and I became intrigued with the idea. One thing led to another and we ended up..." Ashley paused before looking squarely at Stephanie and simply mouthing the word "fucking."

She decided to gloss over the details since she knew she had already overloaded her sisters' senses.

"I have a confession to make," Ashley continued. "The reason that Patrick and I wanted you guys to come visit was because when we move in a couple of weeks, we are going to get one house and live as a couple... not as mother and son. It's a chance for us to kind of 'start fresh' and I didn't know when we would see you again since it would be impossible for you to come visit us without you discovering our secret. But now all of that has changed."

"Oh Ashley," Stephanie said. "I am so glad that it has changed."

"One other thing," Ashley continued. "I have been going nuts hoping to find another mother that was sleeping with her son so that I could talk to her and see if I am crazy. There is no one on earth that I would rather talk to than you and I am so glad that we have this special bond between us."

"Me too," Stephanie said, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. They both leaned in and hugged each other.

"So now what do we do?" Stephanie laughed. "I suppose we should tell the boys. Any ideas on how to break the ice without freaking them out?"

Ashley laughed as well. "I can tell you that Patrick figured you two out before it even crossed my mind and I feel sure he will be happy to share my bed with me tonight. We 'came out' to another couple a few weeks ago and that seemed to go pretty well," she said.

Ashley told Stephanie about meeting the father / daughter couple at the cabin and how they both had sex in the same room.

"If you think it feels liberating to hold hands or kiss in a public place where no one knows you, try doing it naked with another couple in the room, knowing you are mother and son," Ashley whispered.

"Oooh... I like that idea," Stephanie gushed. "Jimmy has told me one of his fantasies is to watch me get fucked by someone else... and I can't think of anyone better than Patrick."

"Well... let's tap the brakes on that," Ashley cautioned. "I think letting everyone know what is going on inside our respective homes is probably enough to short circuit the boys without introducing swapping in to the mix. Maybe we hold that for the near future."

"Of course," Stephanie smiled. "But promise me you'll discuss it with Patrick before we see you again."

"I will," Ashley laughed.

They sat and polished off another glass of chardonnay each while planning their "announcement" to the boys. They also both took advantage of this new openness to compare feelings, concerns, and delights they had experienced the past several months. Ashley got to ask all of her questions, knowing she would get honest and intelligent responses from Stephanie. Her sister gave her a fresh dose of confidence that moving with Patrick was the right thing for them to do.

That night the sisters made vegetables and salads while the boys grilled chicken outside. The drinks were flowing and Ashley and Stephanie exchanged numerous glances and knowing smiles at what was to come. Neither had told the boys about their conversation earlier in the day.

After dinner Ashley told Patrick take James into the family room and find a movie while she and Stephanie cleaned he dishes. They did as instructed and waited for their moms. James was on the couch and Patrick was on the love seat perpendicular to the sofa. A short time later the moms emerged from Stephanie's bedroom.

Ashley was wearing a pink baby doll night gown with matching panties that were barely more than a set of strings sewn together. Her nipples were fully erect and the landing strip of hair on her pussy was visible through the sheer fabric as she sauntered into the room. Likewise, Stephanie had on a white mesh one-piece teddy that had decorative lace at the bra cups and covering her pussy. Nevertheless, her nipples and lack of pubic hair were clearly evident to both boys as they stared at their moms.

"Ashley and I had a little talk this afternoon," Stephanie started. "We both learned we have more in common than we previously knew. So we thought we might have a little fun and celebrate with each other the relationships that we have."

"Patrick, you and I get to be a couple in front of everyone soon when we move to Chicago," Ashley continued. "Tonight we can all let our hair down and just be who we really are."

With that, both moms went to their respective sons and dropped to their knees, unbuckling their sons' pants, and taking their stiff cocks into their mouths. The room was silent except for the television on low volume, the sound of the boys moaning, and the women slurping on their own sons' dicks. Ashley and Stephanie continued to tug at their boys' pants and underwear so that they were now completely naked from the waist down while their own mothers knelt in front and blew them. Stephanie could see her sister out of the corner of her eye and began to imitate her moves by grasping James' cock and stroking it as her mouth moved up and down his shaft.

After a few minutes, Patrick sat up and moved his moms head from his dick, removing his shirt so that he was totally naked now. He stood up and moved so that his mother could lay on the couch and he placed his mouth squarely against her pussy.

"Oh God," Ashley exhaled loudly, grabbing Patrick's head in case he had thoughts of moving. "Oh honey, that feels so good. Mommy is so wet for you baby," she whimpered.

Stephanie could see the movement out of the corner of her eye and mirrored her sisters' position on the loveseat. It didn't provide quite as much room for James as Patrick had, but he could make do and paused to inhale his moms musky scent before moving his tongue to her clit. Stephanie had maneuvered so that she could see her sister and nephew while her own son lapped at her labia. Likewise, Ashley was in a position to see her baby sister get eaten by her stud son and watched through half open eyes before they began to roll back in her head from the pleasure her son was giving her.

She felt Patrick continue to flick his tongue on her clit and then felt first one and then two fingers slide into her sodden canal. He delicately curled his fingers and began stroking the upper wall of her pussy, sending shock waves through Ashley's body. She literally felt as if she were floating from the ecstasy and then was sent over the top when Patrick twisted his hand slightly and slid his small finger in her ass while continuing to plunge his index and middle finger into her pussy. Her ass was thoroughly lubricated from her own juices dripping down.

She began to cum. Her legs stiffened, her back arched, her chest flushed, she held Patrick's head firmly in place, and her ass lifted off the bed.

"Oh God Patrick," she cried. "That feels so fucking good. Drink mommy's cum baby. Drink it all up."

Patrick did as his mom told him to and savored her juices dripping all over his face.

Ashley could see that her sister was on the verge of her own orgasm which was confirmed seconds later when Stephanie cried out, "Fuck Jimmy... I'm gonna cum all over your face."

With that, she began to squirt her cum onto his face and he lapped up as much as he could.

Both sisters made eye contact and simultaneously moved their sons' cocks to their respective holes. They continued watching each other as their sons entered them and began pumping back and forth. There was an unspoken but strong connection between the two sisters at that moment. They both knew they wanted to share this most intimate and taboo act with each other.

The room reeked of the smell of pussy. The sisters tried to maintain eye contact but were unable to as another orgasm overtook each of them. The boys tried to last but the sights and smells and sounds were too much and they both announced they were about to cum.

"Cum in my pussy PJ," Ashley gasped, grabbing his ass so that he wouldn't pull out.

"Yes... cum in my pussy too Jimmy," Stephanie groaned.

Both boys unloaded all of the seed into their mother's velvet lined glove of a pussy. Thrusting until every last drop was deposited deep inside their well-used cunts.

At first they all lay there, panting, recovering, reveling in the moment. And then - as if on cue - both women moved their sons off of them and fell to the floor, locked in a sixty-nine position, both digging their nephews' cum out of their own mom's pussy. The sharing of the moment was now complete. And when they had tongued all of the cum out that they could, they repositioned themselves and hugged, still panting, and feeling each other's heartbeat.

"I think I can speak for PJ when I say we want you and James to be our first guests when we move next month," Ashley smiled.

"We will be there," Stephanie grinned, giving Ashley a quick kiss on the lips.