KISSING MOM

It all started innocently enough. Mom came by to kiss me goodnight (even at eighteen, she still kisses me goodnight) and instead of letting her kiss me on the cheek, I turned and kissed her full on the lips.

I'm not sure what I was trying to accomplish. Maybe I was trying to be funny. Maybe I felt like doing something different. Maybe I wanted to see what real movie kissing was like. I don't know, but I just did it.

Mom came in with a firm kiss - a no-nonsense, get-it-over-with kiss - but as our mouths connected, I felt her lips soften as her whole face relaxed. A sigh escaped her mouth and her whole body went weak. She stumbled slightly as she was getting her balance back, waking her from the moment.

That was all very interesting.

The next night I stayed up, pretending to do homework at my desk. I wanted another shot at giving mom a big time kiss. Mom came in. "Don't stay up too late, hon," she told me before approaching for my kiss.

This time I was ready for her. I had been rehearsing it in my head all day. I knew exactly how it was going to happen and I had mustered just enough courage to go through with it.

I stood up to meet her kiss. Making my move, I leaned into her before she could give me her kiss, forcing her to do it my way. I grabbed her face with both hands and held hers to mine and gave her the most passionate kiss that a boy who never kissed a girl could. I imagined all those steamy movies where the man and the woman looked like they were going to eat each other's faces in their passion and I did my best to imitate that.

To my surprise, mom kissed back. Her mouth moved with the same hunger as what I was trying to imitate. Her head turned slightly so that our lips would lock and it forced our mouths open wider. Her tongue reached out to mine. I didn't know what to do, so I reached mine back at her. It was weird, licking another person's tongue, but I was enjoying it.

I thought about what to do next. In the movies, they always reached around the girl, loosened their hair, undid the zipper on their dress and felt them up. Mom's hair was already down, she was wearing a t-shirt and yoga pants, and I barely had the nerve to kiss her, let alone feel her up. I took it one step at a time.

I reached my hands up into her hair from her cheeks into her scalp and let my fingers comb through her strands. Mom was into that and she reached up to put her arms around me. She held me in a soft embrace as I felt her body melt into mine.

I might have enjoyed my first passionate kiss with a girl a bit more if I wasn't so preoccupied planning out my moves. With a girlfriend, she might lean away if you go too far with her. It is a very different game with your mother, a veritable minefield of missteps.

I stroked her hair just long enough to get her really into the moment. I knew that I couldn't remove her 'dress' or feel her up, but I was struggling to figure what exactly I could get away with.

Her shirt was loose enough that I could slip my hands under it as I held her at the waist. I held her firmly, flesh to flesh, and she tightened her embrace with me. My next move would be quick and determined, so as to be met with minimal resistance. Nothing so forward as to be rejected outright, but just enough to get us both going.

I swiftly moved my hands from her waist to her ribs, just below her breasts. I felt her fullness resting just above my hands. Her heart was beating rapidly - even half a foot away, I could feel it pounding. She kissed me harder as her excitement grew. I didn't realize it, but she had her hands at my chest, gently clawing at me.

I couldn't bring myself to grab her tits, but I could tell myself that it was okay to feel her ass. We had slow danced before and I had gone as far as holding her hips.

I traced my fingers along her body, down to her hips. This was safe, familiar territory for both of us. Mom loosened her mouth lock on me and dropped her hands down to my hips. I cradled her ass, just on the outer edge.

Mom had her hands on my belly, pushing down to my belt line. With the looseness of my basketball shorts, her hands were practically in my pants. I was getting harder by the second and my head was just reaching my waistband. I prayed that she would accidentally touch me there, but she knew what was going on and stopped. Our lips unlocked. Her arms dropped, yet still had her hands on my waist. Herself, backed away a few inches.

She looked at me, then at the ground. "That... was nice," was all she could muster. She gently took my hands away from her body and put them at my sides. Mom straightened herself up, casually brushing away any trace of what had just happened between us. "And you, mister, need to get to bed. It is a school night." I had failed, but I didn't know how much I failed.

The next couple of days mom made herself scarce. At night, she wouldn't come by my room to say goodnight. In the morning, I would get a "wake up, sleepyhead" from the doorway, breakfast sitting cold and alone on the kitchen table and my lunch waiting by the door. If I had to talk to her, I would really have to hunt her down, then she would dispatch me as quickly as possible.

That "cooling off" period gave me time to think. I needed to figure out what mom has been reacting to and how far it could go. Step one was to try out simply a kiss with mom - a passionate, sexy kiss, but just a kiss alone, without the idea of groping getting in the way.

I decided to wake up extra early one morning so I could catch mom still in the kitchen. She was a little spooked that I was up so early, but I went about my business as normal. As I left, I pretended to forget about kissing her goodbye, but then I stopped, grabbed her by the face and gave her the most passionate kiss I could marshal. Mom went weak, just as before, but I was there for her and held her up.

As I pulled away, I saw that she had her hands between her legs, her face was flushed and her nipples were clearly visible, even through her heavy duty mom bra.

I could see that mom was getting plenty worked up without my groping. That led me to believe that I could make her come to me, instead of her pushing me away all the time. Attracting the flies with honey, as it were.

After that morning, mom wasn't as shy with my kisses. I would come into my parents bedroom for an intimate goodnight kiss; dad would be asleep early, but mom would be up and waiting for me. Rushing off to classes in the morning, I would slow down just enough for one of those smoldering, breathless kisses. I would even come up to mom right before dinner for some flirty, playful kissing.

Mom was becoming noticeably more and more spry. So much so that even dad noticed.

"What's gotten into you?" he asked on one occasion.

"I'm into this new exercise program, really brings up the energy levels," she told him.

I even noticed a change in the type of underwear that she wore (we live in a small place with a single shared bathroom). She usually wears plain cotton briefs or bikinis in either white or beige, but I started noticing in the hamper more lacy, satiny ones with pretty flowers printed on them. Not as nice as you would find in the boutique store in the mall, but sexy for a suburban mom.

Another thing - they all had a smell to them that wasn't your typical sweat. I imagined that she must have been masturbating with them; and that alone put my head in a spin.

I had always thought it was weird, people who like sniffing panties, but right then I understood that the smell was my vehicle to the moment. Smelling mom's panties put me right there in her bedroom in between her legs as she fingered herself.

I was sure that mom was getting into the whole passionate kissing thing and that she was getting off on it too. I just didn't know if I could take things a little further. If she was just any girl, I would try to make a move on her and she would probably let me; but this was my mom.

I gathered my humility and headed over to my parent's bedroom. I poked my head through the doorway. Dad was asleep and mom was just slipping into a nightshirt.

"Mom, can I have a goodnight kiss?" She paused, but no answer.

I stepped inside and came up right beside her. I rested my hands on her waist. She took a sideways glance at me, but still said nothing. She pretended to straighten out her shirt and I could see that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her breasts looked beautiful pressed against the thin fabric of her sleepshirt.

We looked at ourselves in the door of the mirrored closet, mom pretending not to enjoy it. I went for her neck, probing her jawline with my tongue. I wrapped my arms around her to catch her as her legs gave way. There we were, one mother with her grown son's arms around her, ravishing her from the neckline. She tried very hard not to touch herself down below.

I saw her running her hands down her legs so I put my hands around her stomach and down her front, playing with the edge of her panties. Mom was ready to explode. I wanted to shove my hands right into her pants, but something held me back - probably the fact that I was wanting to touch my mother's pussy.

My pause was my undoing. That fraction of a second gave mom time to think about what was happening. She stepped back a little, politely removed my hands from around her body, readjusted her sleep pants and turned to give me a peck on the forehead.

I was sad that I was denied right before mom and I were about to have a moment. I could feel her giving in to her carnal side, that she wanted it as much as I did. I could have thrown her down on the bed, right next to dad, spread her legs and fucked her hard, with her begging me to cum inside her. I could have, but we both were unsure about what we wanted.

I definitely had to jack off that night. While doing so, I thought about what I (we) really wanted and what could happen. Mom was definitely into it and sexually primed, but she was holding back. I knew what I wanted and was ready for it, but something was holding me back. We were both being propelled by the same drive, but we were both being held back by the same taboo. Given enough of a push, we might both get swept up in the moment.

That night, it seemed that mom was already there (mentally), but I was the one who hesitated. I needed to get over my feelings for her as my mother. What was there not to like? She had boobs, lots of it. She had curves. She was horny. Most of all, I knew that she was a loving partner. That made me realize that the thing that was holding me back was the very thing that was drawing me in; she was my mother - my loving, caring mother..

Having sights on the barriers impeding my progress to getting it on with my mother, I proceeded to masturbate furiously to images of her in my head. The more I could masturbate to thoughts of my mom, the easier it would be to see her as a sex object when I am with her. If I could reduce her to being just a sex object, then that would free my mind to approach her any way I pleased.

The next few days breezed by. I was overcoming my reluctance to get dirty with my mom and at the same time I was satisfying my burning desire by masturbating regularly. I already knew that if I came on too strong, I would push her away; but if I played it cool, that would only attract her to me more. That was what masturbation was doing for me, allowing me to play it cool while getting mom longing for more kissing and touching. I would just wait it out and see what opportunity presented itself.

That moment came soon enough. It had been nearly a week. I had been masturbating several times each day. Mom had been making herself available to me and prompting me for kisses. The kisses I gave her, I would call 'in between' - more than a mother-son peck, but not quite breathless, passionate face-suckers. I was sure that would leave mom wanting for more and I was right.

I was looking for a snack in the kitchen and mom was in the adjoining garage, working on the laundry.

"Honey, could you come in here for a moment to help your mother?" she called from the doorway. I poked my head in. "Your father bought the jumbo size laundry soap and it's too heavy to get off the shelf."

Mom made reaching motions to show me that she couldn't lift the box. Her arms reached high, pulling up her shirt and exposing her belly and the waist of her panties from under her pants. Mom was giving me a show and she had to be aware of it.

I also knew that dad did not put the soap on the utility shelf. Although strong enough, he can be as lazy as the next father. He very likely left the soap on the ground by the washing machine. It is mom who puts the soap where she wants it; usually on the work table next to the washing machine if it was the heavy box.

Seeing the situation for the fabricated charade that it was, I examined the circumstances. Dad was busy with the TV, wrapped up with the game and fortified with all the snacks and beer that he could want. There was zero chance that he could hear any fooling around from the garage over the loudness of the TV and there was zero chance that he would move from his spot in front of the TV, like to nose around in the kitchen. Mom was leaning into the washer with her ass out and stretching out to reach a box that she put there herself and asking me to come up behind her and 'help'.

That was my moment. Mom was practically asking me to come on to her. That was my time to let loose my passions on her.

I adjusted my pants, my erection bulging hard up front. I pressed my bulge right into her ass as I reached around her and grabbed the soap with her and brought it down from the shelf. Before I could grind into her some more, mom turned in our embrace to thank me for helping her, my firm bulge pushing into her groin.

Her eyes were wide and she was biting her lip like she was some shy schoolgirl trying to ask me for a date. The words started to come out of her mouth, but I just dove in and kissed her before she could say anything.

I pressed her hard against the washer, grinding my stiff cock into her hips. Our mouths were locked, tongues slam dancing around each other. Mom didn't know what to do with her hands, so she just grabbed and squeezed everything that she could reach - my back, my ass, my hips. Her legs were squeezed tight and rubbing each other like she was playing the violin. Mom pushed her hands hard between her legs and she grunted slow and heavy. I stopped my advances to see what was happening.

Her knees were buckled a little and, without my body there to hold her up, she was leaning, legs bent and spread, against the washer. She was still shuddering from her moment and she looked like she was holding back some tears.

Mom tried to hide her face as she dried her eyes. She uneasily brought herself to her feet and turned for the door.

"I have to get more laundry upstairs" was her feeble excuse. I gave her three minutes before I followed after her to see what was really up.

I found mom in her bedroom, the door only barely nudged shut. The pants that she was wearing were crumpled two feet from the door and her panties not far from that. Mom was on the bed, legs tight together and her hands pressing into her mound. She turned her head away as soon as she saw me enter the room, as if her not seeing me meant me not seeing her.

She was crying more noticeably. "Don't look at me. Mommys don't touch themselves in front of their children. Only dirty mommys do." She was still rubbing her pussy.

Before I was only thinking about myself. I was only thinking about having sex for the first time. I was only thinking about fucking and the horny animal in front of me that would take me on. That all turned into my mom - my conflicted mom and her too horny for his own good son trying to have sex with her.

I watched her for a while longer, still going at it with her pussy and crying, head to the side and unable to make eye contact. I tried looking at her with new eyes and I still wanted to fuck her.

Scratch that - make love to her.

Call me crazy, but the best thing that I could think of to do in that moment was to remove all of my clothes and lay next to her and comfort her. Mom was still uncomfortable, me being naked and her with her hands between her legs, but once I wrapped my arm around her, she felt more at ease.

"Mom, I want to see. I want to see what you are doing. I like seeing you happy."

Mom didn't say anything, but instead took my arm and held it tight to her body. "If you like, you may kiss me," she mumbled, half hoping that I didn't hear her invitation. I wasn't sure what a kiss had to do with what I had just asked her, but I just did it anyway

I kissed her in that magic spot behind her ear. Mom, loving it, started rubbing herself again, still slow and easy, but she was really getting into it. With long rhythmic strokes, her orgasm built, accented by pleasured grunting. She continued on for another minute until she shuddered to a stop and let out one big happy groan.

I was feeling very exposed, being in bed, naked with my masturbating mother and dad still in the house. Feeling the same way, mom hopped out of bed and looked back at me before tiptoeing to the bathroom, stripping off the rest of her clothes.

Getting the hint, I followed her, picking up my clothes along the way so as to leave no evidence of my presence should dad walk into the bedroom.

Mom was waiting for me in the bathroom, naked and leaning her ass to the counter. She wore a huge smile and greeted me with wide open arms. Mom pulled me close to her body and kissed me like she was hungry. Her soft warm body pressed against my soft warm body in every spot that it could. I felt her every curve right down to the crack in her ass.

Mom turned slightly to give me better access to the rest of her body. I looked straight in the mirror as I played with mom's full, round breasts and fingered around her pussy hole. Mom still couldn't bear the sight of her own naked body being pleasured by her son. I sweetened the deal by nibbling on her ear while I spread open her pussy lips.

Mom lifted her head up to see the sight. "Oh god, what are we doing?"

"You're enjoying a man worshiping every inch of your body," I explained, "and you're watching a boy have his first sexual experience." I squeezed at her tit a little.

I saw that she was still feeling reluctant, so I wrapped my arms around her and played with her breasts while I nibbled at her ear. Mom didn't say anything - she just sighed and let the waves of pleasure wash over her.

Holding mom like that was the best feeling ever. My hands felt the fullness of her breasts and I enjoyed how they had the right amount of softness and bounce. I saw below the thick dark matte of fur that was her pussy, like a real woman should have. The rest of her body had just the right amount of fat so that she felt soft and curvy and womanly. All that, I could see in all her naked glory in the bathroom mirror with me right behind her.

"I really ought to be minding your father," mom said while I was fiddling with her pussy hair, "he'll be asking for a beer or something and then he'll come a-lookin' for me. Best not he see us like this." Mom had that far away look, like she didn't care what people thought, as long as she was feeling the way she did. "Are you coming home right away after school tomorrow?"I had to think a second. "I was going to hang out with my friend tomorrow..." Mom stopped me with a disappointed look, telling me that I was being stupid. "But I was going to tell him that I was too tired to."

"With the early game tomorrow, your father will likely be stopping by the bar until six," she said, still with the far away look , "I'm going to be all alone here. It would be nice to have a man around the house until your father comes home."

You didn't have to hit me on the head with a hammer for me to get what she was implying. I told her that I would be home directly after school. I was restless all night and at school my mind was preoccupied with mom. All I could think about was the promise that mom would give me something more than what we were doing. Even if I got more of the same, I would still be immensely happy.

I pictured mom answering the door naked. I pictured mom jumping me as I walked in the door. I pictured us ripping each other's clothes off (and in my fantasy, I really mean ripping - like paper). I imagined all sorts of things, but I wasn't prepared for the reality of what mom had planned for me.

I came in through the front door; not the way people usually enter their own homes, but that was partially fueled by my fantasies of mom giving me a special sexy greeting. I knocked and waited. Mom eventually made her way to the door. She was wearing a heavy, carpet like robe. I was initially put off, but I saw that she was obviously hiding something underneath.

She smiled sheepishly and led me to the bedroom. Two steps inside, mom froze in her tracks.

"I'm sorry, I thought that I could do it, but I can't. I spent all day thinking about it, but now I can't." I knew what she was asking for and I was ready for it.

I stripped off my t-shirt and jeans in front of her. Mom was enjoying the show, but it only made her more nervous. Once naked, I took her face in my hands and gave her the grand affair of kisses.

I was expecting her to melt in my arms as usual, but this time, she perked up. She looked up at my eyes and smiled an impish smile. We kissed again, mom reaching down, playing with her pussy and pulling her panties off. There was a taste of wine in her mouth. Mom hopped onto the bed, kneeling in the center, and swung off the robe.

Under the robe mom was wearing the most hideous, disco-era babydoll that I had ever seen. It was bright green with ruffles everywhere. The only redeeming features about it was that it had a flyaway front and every inch of it was sheer.

I held back my revulsion - which actually had turned into amusement. Mom obviously was trying to impress me, it was just that she never had any reason to have exciting underwear except when she was a newlywed ... in the seventies - the horrible, tacky seventies. The fact that my own mother was getting excited about turning me on was itself a big turn on.

I quickly stripped out of my own clothes and crawled up onto the bed with her. Her friendly hand playing with my balls made me forget the ugly get up she was wearing.

She kept on fondling my balls and stroking my cock with one hand while admiring my bare, youthful chest with the other.

"Mmm, kiss me again," she asked dreamily.

I picked her face up and did exactly that.

Mom gathered her resolve and pulled me down to the bed then rolled on top of me. She kissed me while squishing her body into mine.

Mom sat up while still straddling me. The weight of her body squished her pussy onto my cock. I wanted to fuck her so badly, but then she did something just as good, but different. Mom started grinding my cock with her pussy. I had never seen such a thing done before and I had never imagined doing such a thing.

With the puff of pussy hair added to her soft, wet cunt, I didn't care that my dick was not inside her. In fact, I enjoyed it so much that I came less than half a minute after she started.

I looked and there it was: mom's hand holding my huge wad, splattered all over her pussy. I couldn't believe what a beautiful sight that was: my cum all over my mom's hairy cunt.

Mom laughed at herself as she removed the rest of her outfit. "I had forgotten how easy it was for young boys to shoot their load. Your father is lucky to get so far."

She lowered herself down on me and continued rubbing her naked body to mine. She smiled as my member stiffened between our bodies. "Had I known you were so resilient, I would have offered myself to you long ago."

Mom shifted and laid herself beside me, one arm around me, the other playing with my hardening cock. Since I had already cum, I had only a little bit of stamina, but that didn't mean what I was going through wasn't exquisite torture.

She lovingly brushed her fingertips up the skin of my rod and back down again. Her eyes were transfixed. She was genuinely fascinated by my physical reactions to her gentle touches. Playful hands circled the rim of my head and rubbed the length of the ridge on the underside of my penis. She circled around it with two fingers and gently stroked me. Like a scientist, she went through all the possibilities of manually pleasuring my penis.

She finally reached a point where I couldn't take the teasing any longer. "Ooh, I gotta cum... please," I begged.

Mom smiled a kindly, loving smile as she straddled me in the same way she made me cum before. Her body was squished against mine again and she was dry humping my cock just like the real thing. Going through the motions of fucking my actual birth mother was sending me over the edge - it was fortunate that I came twenty minutes prior or I'd be wet like a tossed water balloon.

Seeing that I had an extra minute I grabbed mom and rolled her under me, exchanging places. I started fake-fucking her just like she had, only harder and in earnest. Where she was massaging my cock with her pussy in a loving way, I just wanted to fuck her between her legs. Her wet pussy made it easy to rub my cock on her outsides in addition to making it feel like I was actually fucking inside her.

Mom was purring like a Chevy, occasionally calling out things like "Oh god, that feels so good" or "I want you so bad" and "do me, give it to your mother."

You will notice that nothing of what she said actually consisted of consent to put my penis into her vagina. Even though we were both naked and I threw her underneath me and I was thrusting my cock between her spread legs, incest is a hard taboo to crack... not that I wasn't enjoying myself.

"Ooh mom, I'm gonna cum. I want to cum all over your pussy. I like shooting my cum right in your pussy."

Mom smiled, happy that her son was enjoying himself. She folded her fingers together and held my cock to her wetness, pushing me further into her crack. I really felt like I was fucking her then. Just as I was thinking that, a shudder rocked my whole body as warm love came shooting out from my cock. Mom pressed even deeper into me and took long strokes down the length of my cock, milking every last drop out of me and using her hands to make sure that every shot soaked her already matted pussy hair.

Mom collapsed on top of me, her hot squishy flesh vying to cover every inch of mine.

As she relaxed, mom's eyes drifted off. "When you kiss me like you do, that takes me back to when I was twenty-one and dating your father. When everything was new." Mom regained her focus and looked me in the eyes. "Being able to go back and relive those days," mom paused to get another taste of my lips, "is worth it - is worth everything."

After that, mom seemed more at ease with our situation - like she had a revelation. We started kissing a lot more and in return, mom wore more loose clothing so that I could easily feel her up as we did so. Mom was happier, but she tried to keep it cool around dad.

It would be difficult after our goodnight kisses. I would catch her right outside of the family room. My shirt would be off and I would pull hers up over her breasts. Our lips would lock and our bodies would press tightly together. I would grab her pussy with one hand and she would squeeze her legs on my hand, cumming easily.

On several occasions, mom would make a feeble attempt at making a serious or neutral face as she walked back to dad. I imagine that she was as successful as a drunk convincing a cop that everything was normal. She couldn't even walk straight after orgasming.

A couple of weeks go by. Thursday, mom greets me after school absolutely giddy.

"My sister wants us to come visit for the weekend."

Not able to determine the connection, I returned her news with a blank, slightly confused, look.

Mom sighed, like she couldn't believe that she had to explain it to me. "Well, you know how your father hates driving out there. I could tell him that you can keep me company for the trip and he can stay home for a change. He will be thrilled."

Not wanting to go on a long road trip either, I maintain my dead stare.

"We can get a motel room there," mom told me with a flirtatious nudge, "all to ourselves. I have been holding back because your father might walk in or the neighbors might hear. If we get a place all to ourselves, there is no telling what I might do to you."

"Like what?" I asked, my mind running wild.

"Like, we'll see. I haven't thought that far ahead. Right now we're still under your father's roof, so I'm not thinking clearly."

We prepared for the trip that night. I would skip class on Friday so we could get an early start and make it into town that night.

Friday morning came around. The sun hadn't even come up yet and we had our bags ready and in the car. We both dressed for a hot day and an even hotter car ride. I was in a t-shirt and board shorts. Mom had a hat and a bright, printed sundress.

We had barely left our street and mom flips up her dress to show me that she wasn't wearing any underwear.

"Mom, you're going to make me crash the car!" I say, nearly swerving from the sight.

"Sorry honey, I just wanted to show you how I trimmed up down there," mom said, still showing me her pussy.

If your mother ever shows you her pussy and tells you how she shaved it up just for you, thank her nicely and move on. I liked her pussy just as it was, deep and furry. I assume that it was due to the fact that my first experience was with her big, hairy bush and I liked it very much. I suppose you could say that she imprinted herself on me. Looking at how she was smooth around the lips and how neat her bush was, I could see the appeal of a neatly trimmed bush.

As soon as we hit the interstate, mom leaned her seat all the way back and slipped her dress completely off over her head. For about 60 or 70 miles, mom laid herself out, basking in the warm sun, fingering herself or playing with her breasts. She reveled in all the attention that she got from me as well as every trucker that was headed our direction.

Mom eventually fell asleep, nude on the reclined seat. I woke her up before I pulled over at the truck stop. Mom sat up and pulled her clothes back on; which was an eyeful for the family in the car next to us in the parking lot (all at least 18 years of age, of course).

We walked in to the restaurant. Without a bra, mom's large breasts bounced and swayed with every step.

"Geez mom, it's like you're a walking strip show. Maybe you should have put your bra on."

Mom looked down at herself, but seemed unfazed. "Are you ashamed of your mother?" Some women are masters at the no-win game.

At our booth, I point out all the stares we were getting.

"Men or women?" mom asked.

I looked back at the restaurant. "Both, I guess."

Mom casually looked at her menu. "The men are staring at me. The women are staring at us; you being a bit too young for someone my age. Why, you're young enough to be my son."

I rolled my eyes.

"Do you want me to pretend to be your momma?" mom whispered to me.

"You ARE my mother," I said, annoyed at the thought of mom making a scene.

"You keep talking like that and you can sleep in your own bed tonight, mister," mom said in faked annoyance and a volume raised just a little too much.

Mom got up and walked over to the restroom. Her stride had a deliberate step with more jiggle and less bounce. Everybody was watching. The older women were looking at me. I was feeling incredibly sick.

On her way back, she was stopped by a scary trucker dude. I couldn't tell what was being said, but his tone was getting angrier. Mom's look changed from annoyed to worried and the man had mom by the wrist.

I didn't know what to do - I've never been in a fight - but I knew that I had to get over there. I grabbed a salt shaker off one of the tables and unscrewed the top.

Throwing salt in his eyes bought us a few seconds to get away. I was worrying about skipping out on the check when the hostess stepped out. She was there to confront the trucker, backed up by the dishwasher, a mountain of a man. The hostess shooed us on, while they took care of the problem.

Headed back to the car, mom was really amped up.

"Nobody has ever stood up for me like that before. I can't recall if I have ever been threatened like that," she was babbling.

She followed me to my door and flung her arms around me in a great bear hug. Mom thanked me again for what I did - she was overcome with the rush of feelings, the danger and the excitement. She wanted some greater way of thanking me. Then with a flash of a smile, mom sat me down in the car, swung my legs out, pulled down my shorts and squatted between my legs.

She fed my limp dick into her mouth and massaged it to action with her lips. I had no time to protest and, with the way things were going with my mom, I don't think that I would have.

I was rock hard in little time. I was feeling exposed, getting a blowjob in a parking lot with the door open. I was also feeling weird about my mother putting my penis in her mouth. All of that was overshadowed by seeing that eager, sexy woman, trying her best to make me happy.

I looked around to see who might be watching before shutting my eyes and letting the sensations wash over me. There were a few truckers checking their vehicles, but nobody else nearby. I leaned back as far as I could to be as inconspicuous as possible.

Mom continued to stroke me with those long drags from her lips. I think that she was enjoying it as much as I was, pride filling her eyes; and I got a little harder thinking about my mother getting horny over pleasuring me.

She occasionally switched her movements to taking long licks up my shaft. It was those moments that I was able to look into her eyes. They were the affectionate eyes of a lover, the wonton eyes of a harlot, but also the compassionate eyes of a mother. Those eyes made me wonder why all boys don't have sex with their mothers.

Thinking about how much I loved my mother made me lose it. I didn't have any time to warn her. I just came in her mouth.

I have had it building up inside of me for a while and mom's teasing that day, with her not wearing underwear and jiggling all around, built me up even more. She was taken by surprise and her mouth filled to overflowing. Cum spat out from her mouth as she gagged on my load, a globby river dripping down her chin.

I was ashamed that I let that happen to my mother and I was expecting her to be angry with me, but instead, she looked embarrassed.

Mom coughed up the bulk of my cum and swallowed the rest. "Sorry, I've never done that before," she apologized needlessly, "I didn't expect it to fill up my mouth like that."

Mom stood from her position, straightened out her dress and wiped the semen from her face. She smiled a little, looking proud of herself, then took her spot in the car.

"I have a hard time believing that you have never done that before," I said, driving away. Nothing that good could come by chance.

Mom got a little defensive. "It was a different time," she said, not able to make eye contact, "nice girls don't put their mouths down there."

I wasn't buying it. She wasn't from the turn of the century - she was from the era of bikinis and men's magazines - but I didn't care as long as she had more where that came from.

"Well, thank you," was the best I could come up with, "that was amazing." That reserved, proud smile returned.

As we got closer to the town where my aunt lived, mom started sounding eager. "I can hardly wait: a whole weekend, a room all to ourselves and a town full of strangers who don't know that you are my son."

While I was checking in to the motel, I saw from the office that mom was 'warming up her engine' while she was waiting for me in the car. By the time we drove around to our room, mom was so horny that she practically dragged me inside.

The door slammed and she secured it behind her. Mom's dress flew up over her head, her naked body lunging for me. She then pulled my shorts down right where I stood and helped herself to my cock again.

"I think I like having my son's penis in my mouth," she said, happy with her newfound hobby, "I like how it reacts to what I do to it with my mouth." She took a couple more slurps of my cock. "And I especially like how you enjoy the things I can do with my mouth."

Mom got up and pulled my shirt off with her. She pressed her breasts to me and we kissed unlike any kiss that had come before. Both of us were fuelled by pent up lust and acting completely unfettered by who might be around us.

We threw ourselves onto the nearby bed, pawing at each other's bodies. We reveled in each other's nakedness; being able to touch any part of the other.

She chose to grab my balls, massaging them in her clutch, then stroked my shaft in a firm grip. Instead of bringing me to orgasm, I just enjoyed my mother's touch. There was something about her motherly touch that felt so comforting that it superseded any other feeling of sexual release or incestual revulsion.

I returned the favor by kneading her breasts. Mom moaned in pleasure, telling me that it has been a lifetime since anybody has touched her breasts and even longer since they have done it with the youthful exuberance that I had.

Knowing how it made her feel made me want to play with them the rest of the night. I rolled her over, on her back and on top of me. My mother is not a small woman, but I got what I wanted: I got to grab her tits full-on from behind and her ass was pushing on my cock. Mom vocalized her approval of the position, moaning and screaming with vigor.

She was vocal enough that it drew the attention of our neighbors, who were knocking on the adjoining wall. We ignored it for a while, but mom soon reached her breaking point and she stormed out of our room, wearing only the bedsheet clutched firmly to her chest.

I didn't have the nerve to argue with neighbors about our sex noise, but I could clearly hear mom telling them off. "I'm sorry for being a little rude, but the two of us have been aching for some quality mother-son alone time. So if you will give us just twenty minutes, we will be done for the night."

I was cringing in the bed, hoping that they wouldn't come around to see what her son looked like.

She stormed back in, naked with the sheet dragging on the ground.

"Don't worry, we're not stopping in twenty minutes," mom said, changing the mood, "I guess that we should keep it down though. Maybe go out to eat and call it a night?"

That sounded perfect. I grabbed mom where she stood and we made out for another ten minutes. Mom made sure that we were just a little more loud and a bit more nasty.

I awoke to mom snuggled up to my chest, both of us naked and me with some fantastic morning wood. Mom woke up shortly thereafter commenting about how nice it was to be able to have an erection at her disposal at any time... at least on her part. She put her whole hand on it, moving it up and down. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation of a warm, soft body snuggled against me and a firm hand at my cock. She amped up her speed until we were both awake and she got on top and rode me, rubbing my cock with her pussy. There I was, barely awake with a voluptuous woman riding my cock and everything on her was shaking and jiggling. Singularly the best way to wake up in the morning.

Mom had me finish her off in the shower. I got behind her, squeezing her breasts, while she fingered herself with the warm spray covering her body. Her breasts rose and fell as her breaths became heavier and faster. I pinched at her nipples the moment her breathing got wheezy, pushing her over the edge. Mom's whole body tensed and relaxed to each wave of her orgasms.

After that, mom was very eager to reverse our positions and soap my whole body. I may have been spent, but I had a full on erection throughout the whole soaping process. Eager hands grabbed at my young, meager chest, going way beyond a typical lather. We both enjoyed her reaching around to get my back; her hands weren't even that soapy, but that didn't mean we couldn't rub our hot, wet bodies together. It felt good to have a naked woman massage soap into every square inch of my body and I think mom enjoyed having someone to baby, even if it was her actual baby. She even finished with toweling me off, patting and squeezing me everywhere with the cheap motel linen.

After a quick breakfast, we were off to her sister's. The two of them made small talk for hours. At one point, she made a comment about how vibrant mom looked.

"Maybe it's the fact that you don't have that lump of a husband around to weigh you down," Aunt Jo said, condescendingly, "I hope you finally had the good sense to leave him."

Mom blew off the comment, but Aunt Jo wasn't convinced. "It's almost like you weren't married, she continued, trying to piece together the puzzle, "like you had some younger man keeping you going."

Aunt Jo stopped dead. She had seen through the both of us, but we were too wrapped up in each other that we couldn't see how obvious it all was; both of us in a euphoric daze, the constant touching of each other (on the hand, on the shoulder), the sly looks back and forth between us.

Aunt Jo deftly dropped her pursuit of the matter and went back to her sister talk.

At the end of the evening, Aunt Jo invited us to spend the night. "Don't waste money on a motel," she prodded, "I have a nice, comfy guest bed here and I can make you breakfast in the morning."

Both mom and I protested. We wanted to get back to our room for more hot sex, but Aunt Jo was not taking 'no' for an answer.

She accompanied us to our room, supposedly to help with our bags and to take us to lunch, but she was probably acting as our escort. Absolutely nothing happened between mom and I all day - we didn't dare. The only thing we had to look forward to was the single queen sized bed in Aunt Jo's guest room.

Mom grabbed her small, personal bag and went in the house to freshen up. Aunt Jo stopped me as I was getting the rest of the bags.

"Don't think that I can't see what is going on," she started in a slightly threatening tone, "now, I want you to tell me exactly how this whole thing started or I will have to talk to your mother about this."

You know when you are a kid and you do something wrong, and you know that you did something wrong, and it eats you up inside for days? You want to get it out of your system - you actually want your parents to get mad at you. You end up going to them to confess only to find that they had no clue that anything had happened, but you felt better anyway to tell them. It was like that.

I broke down and told her everything. She didn't really know everything, but she knew something was going on. Her eyes turned from judging to shock to intrigue.

By the time I got to the end of the story Aunt Jo was legitimately horny. Her legs were crossed and she was squeezing them tight.

"Aunt Jo?" She was completely lost in thought.

"Sorry," she said, snapping back to reality. Aunt Jo looked me over. "I don't suppose you'd like to show your Aunt Jo some of what you're giving your mother."

Aunt Jo wore her age well. I had always thought that Aunt Jo was attractive, even for a boy my age. To have such a woman make an offer like that to a hormone factory like me was beyond belief.

"I thought so," she said, reacting to my dumb silence, "I wouldn't want to step in on your mother's territory without her say so. The only way we could make it work would be to have a mother-aunt three way?"

It would be easy to say that my mind was blown, but you wouldn't get the magnitude of the situation. Let me spell it out for you: mom, naked and fooling around; hot aunt, potentially naked and fooling around; and, most importantly, two girl THREESOME.

"That would be the only way," Aunt Jo continued, "I've given it some thought. If I confront her at any time other than catching her in the act, she would deny it. If I were to come in on you two, she would just step aside and leave; not fair to you and she would still take the high ground and deny that anything was really happening. A three-way requires your mother to fess up to her involvement."

I liked where she was coming from and I would agree with anything involving a three-way with her and mom, but there was still the problem of coming up with a plan to make mom agree to it.

I was sure that I could get mom in the mood sometime that weekend. After a long drought with dad and uncovering her long buried passions, I was sure that mom would be hungry to continue our activities. In fear of being discovered by her sister, mom might hold off that night - but not for two nights.

As predicted, mom could not get into the mood that first night. I stripped down to my shorts and we snuggled with my arms around her and my hard on at her ass. I grabbed at her breasts, but she just pushed me away. I tried nibbling at her ear and neck, though she was into it, she ultimately asked me to stop.

The next day, Aunt Jo took us into town. After seeing the window display in a lingerie shop, mom whispered to me, "maybe we will have to leave a day early."

I took my cue and, when we were out of sight from Aunt Jo, I came at mom from her side. I took her earlobe with my lips. Once primed, I grabbed her ass with one hand and rubbed her mound with the other. She enjoyed that for a few minutes before she felt exposed.

Once Aunt Jo caught up to us, she immediately noticed mom's nippples pointing straight out. Mom didn't notice and I didn't mention it. Aunt Jo later whispered to me, "she is so very ready."

Aunt Jo had a plan. When we got back to her place, she said that she had to get more groceries for what she had planned for dinner.

I put the moves on mom. As soon as we could hear Aunt Jo drive away, I wrapped my arms around mom.

"Alone once more," I pointed out to her.

"No," mom resisted, "she'll be back soon."

I tickled her neck with my tongue and started reaching up her top.

"She's going back into town," I reasoned, "we'll have at least an hour."

I turned her to face me and pressed my lips into hers. I pulled my pants down as we did so and I felt her hand come to my member. Her grip got tighter as we kissed and her movements stronger.

I pulled her top up over her head and she unfastened her bra for me. I removed my shirt and we embraced again for another passionate kiss.

"Let's take this over to a nice bed," I prodded, "I want to lay you down and kiss you all over." Taking her to the bedroom would isolate us from any noise Jo would make coming back into the house. The promise of body kisses would be a good incentive for mom, I thought.

As I picked up my shirt from the floor, I flicked the porch light on. That was the signal for Aunt Jo that I got mom and that we were headed over to the bedroom.

We wasted no time getting naked. We kissed on the bed and I worked my way down to her breasts, where I slowly licked and suckled each one.

As expected, this drove mom wild, making her want to take charge. Mom nudged me aside and started riding my cock against her pussy. That was the closest we had been to fucking, so my brain was understandably spinning. We were both making so much noise that Aunt Jo could have rode into the house on an old Harley and we wouldn't have noticed.

Aunt Jo burst into the bedroom. "I came back to ask you two something and I heard all this noise," Aunt Jo said, not yet noticing us. "Oh my GOD!" You can know that something is going on, but I don't think you can ever be prepared to see your sister naked, fucking her son in your bed.

Mom practically had a seizure, trying to cover herself up and come up with some kind of excuse. There was no squirming out of that situation for mom; it was very obvious what was going on and, with her on top, there was no denying that she knew full well what she was doing.

Aunt Jo was speechless. She couldn't stop staring at the sight of her naked sister and her nephew's young, hard cock.

Although I knew she had a plan, it had obviously been derailed. I took the initiative and stood from the bed and led Aunt Jo's hand to my cock. Mom tried to stop me, thinking that I was adding the unthinkable to the unspeakable, but I already knew that Aunt Jo wanted it.

She took my cock reluctantly at first, but the feeling of its hardness in her hand brought her blood to boiling. She was stroking it firm and slow, bringing both hands to the task.

Again, mom tried to stop us. "What do you think you're doing?" she asked (a little weakly), "What's going on?"

"You have no right to tell me what I can do with your son," Aunt Jo said righteously, continuing to jack me off.

I was enjoying Aunt Jo's handjob, but I wanted to see her body. I started with her top, but I had some trouble with the buttons. Aunt Jo just stopped pulling me and undressed herself, both mom and I enjoying the show - mom more watching in disbelief.

She unbuttoned her top starting from the bottom, giving us a 'rising curtain' reveal. She then released the clasp in the back of her bra and let it slide forward down along her arms.

Aunt Jo was never a mother and her breasts are pleasant, jiggly handfuls as they are. Her figure is slim, with a bit of a mature curve at the hips and ending with legs that are skinny, but long.

That's what I was looking at as Aunt Jo undid her slim fit jeans. Underneath, she had standard cotton bikini briefs. I was thinking that she looked just like a catalog model, standing there topless with her jeans just pushed down some. She peeled away her panties, revealing a neat and trim bush - not like a porn star, but just plain clean with her pussy lips just about visible through her thin fur.

Aunt Jo sat on the bed near mom and held her arms out to me. "Give it to me like you give your mother," she said seductively.

I started kissing her breasts, then moved down her stomach. Mom pulled the sheets up to her body and watched on uncomfortably.

Aunt Jo was enjoying what I was doing, but when she realized that I wasn't doing what she wanted me to do, she said, "no, put it in me."

I had Sex Ed class, but that was all about babies, not pleasuring a woman. All I knew was what mom and I did. "Like, in your mouth?" I was embarrassed that I didn't know what she was talking about.

"Haven't you had sex before?" Aunt Jo asked in disbelief.

"We did a lot of things," I answered, not really sure what to say, "I'm sure some of that counts as sex."

Aunt Jo tried not to roll her eyes at my comment. "So you've never fucked a woman," Aunt Jo said, giving mom a glare.

"That is a place we are never going to go," mom said defensively.

Aunt Jo motioned me aside and she turned to mom. "You are his mother. You get first dibs," she said calmly, "but I am lying here in bed, naked with some ripe eighteen year old meat on top of me. Please decide on something."

Mom refused to answer.

Aunt Jo guided me over to mom. "Show me what you two like to do," she prompted.

I kissed mom timidly. She was still holding back, concerned over her sister watching her. I took one hand and held her breast, then kissed her tenderly.

Mom fought, but I felt her will weaken. I thought some direct action would be in order, so I slid my hand down her body to her pussy.

To my surprise, it was pushed away. I looked to see what was going on and saw Aunt Jo positioning herself between mom's legs.

"Oooh god, what are you doing down there?" mom moaned. Right away, she realized that it wasn't me licking her pussy because I was still next to her. "Jo, what are you doing? You're my sister. Please." It didn't take long for mom to succumb to the pleasures surrounding her.

I took mom's nipples in my lips and pulled on them playfully. That put mom in hysterics of pleasure, making her scream wildly.

Jo spoke softly in my ear, enough so that mom couldn't hear her. "Put your cock on her pussy, she'll be begging you to put it in her."

I did as Aunt Jo directed. I got on top of mom, straddling her. Aunt Jo went back to licking her pussy until I was in position. I lowered myself onto mom until our skin was just touching, then I maneuvered my cock right into the groove of her slit. Mom whined at what I was NOT doing to her pussy.

As I made pumping motions up her pussy slit, mom was insane with desire. "Oh god, I want it so bad."

"Do you want me to do it, ma?" I asked.

Mom shook her head violently, like I asked her to drink my pee.

I felt Aunt Jo's hand on my waist, signaling me to stop. I slowed down and she guided my cock right to the entrance to mom's pussy. Mom turned her head, not able to look me in the eye with my cock about to enter her. I couldn't believe that, even with all that has happened already, I actually had a part of my penis in my mother. I was loving having her sex all over the head of my cock then I felt more.

It wasn't Aunt Jo pushing me in, it was mom pushing herself onto me. I relaxed my body to put more weight onto mom.

"Mom , what are you doing?" I asked, "Are you sure you want to do this?"

Mom turned to look me in the eye, still having trouble doing so, and nodded slowly. We both laid there motionless for a minute, waiting for the other to make the first move. I crossed the line first by leaning in to her for a kiss. My cock fell out of her pussy, but I didn't care; I was still naked on top of my naked mother and I got to have my tip in her, if only for a moment.

We kissed and I felt her passions rise within her again, like how it felt at home when I was first trying to coax mom into more daring activities. Mom rolled us both around, putting me on my back and her on top. She positioned her pussy right on my cock and she rocked back and forth on it, sitting up.

Aunt Jo came up behind her and grabbed her breasts and massaged them gently. Mom's moaning got heavier and more intense as she ran her hands over her body. Her pussy lips were soft and wrapped around my shaft. She put her fingers on my hardness and it slipped inside her effortlessly.

I was inside her. I had my cock inside my mother's pussy and it felt fantastic. I couldn't tell you every sensation of that moment - my head was swimming in the euphoria of fucking my mom.

It wasn't long before that feeling caught up to me. The sight of that bountiful woman bouncing on top of me, jiggling her ample breasts; the concept of actually being inside a woman for the first time; and the thought of being in bed with, not just my mother, but her sister as well. Not only was I at the point of no return, I was past it; no warning, no way out of it.

"Oh mom, I wanted to warn... sorry," was all I could blurt out before I shot load after load inside my mother's pussy. A blinding light flooded my eyes and my head was dizzy in an orgasmic exhilaration; and I could actually feel my love, like it was a physical thing, fill my mother up along with my semen.

It was at that point that it hit me... like a truck. I felt the full gravity of the situation: cumming inside my mother. It all started in sexy fun - kissing and second base. Then it was liberation and rising passions - getting naked together and fooling around. Now I did it, I actually fucked my mom and I came inside her with cum dripping from her pussy. All I could do was stare.

Mom, however, took it in stride. "I'm not going to get pregnant," she said calmly, coming down from her own orgasmic high, "besides there are things that can be done. Don't worry."

"Yeah," Aunt Jo said, fingering the cum in mom's snatch, "it's not the 70's." Aunt Jo climbed around to mom's pussy and started licking it.

Seeing two women making out is hot. Seeing my aunt licking my cum out of my mother's pussy is better. Aunt Jo commented that I should rest my cock before she had her turn.

My cock was sensitive, but there was nothing wrong with my mouth. I came right up to mom, kissed her on the lips sensually, then worked on her breasts. Aunt Jo saw that and decided to come up and join me sucking on mom's tits.

Aunt Jo reached under me and pulled on my balls, which got me really hard again. My dick still hurt from having just orgasmed, but it was stiff. She switched off and gave me kisses between sucking mom's breast.

Mom brought me up to her face and we kissed more. Her face melted into mine as we fought to see who could kiss the other more.

"Whenever you're ready baby, I want you to plow me," mom said breathlessly. "I want you inside me - I really mean it. I want you inside me and I want you to fuck me hard."

Having mom get sexy with you is nice; having her beg you to fuck her hard is incredible.

"You already came inside me," mom explained, "I'm either pregnant or I'm not. Cumming inside me again is not going to change one thing and right now I want as much cum as you have to give me."

I was mesmerized by her argument. Mesmerized and thinking about mom wanting me to fuck her until I was dry. The thought took me outside of the moment enough that my cock didn't hurt any more.

Aunt Jo whined that she wasn't getting her turn yet, but conceded that since this was our first time having sex, we were both entitled to as much fucking as we wanted.

While I was thinking about it, mom slid down to my penis. Aunt Jo joined her as she tenderly licked the sides of my cock. Licking me on the sides kept my cock from hurting so much; not quite in the sensitive zone, but still providing me with gentle oral pleasuring.

I felt like I was close to being ready again. I sat up and directed Aunt Jo behind me, to pleasure me with her hands and to press her body to mine, while I moved mom in front of me so that I could reach around and have my "appetizers" until my cock was ready.

Mom purred with delight as I played with her breasts and tweaked her nipples, her hands wandering down and prepping herself for more penetrating. Aunt Jo nibbled at my ear and pecked around my neck while she grabbed at my chest.

I can only speak for myself, but when you have two women in your bed, begging you to fuck them multiple times, you're going to have to give them 110%. My cock was still aching from having come recently, but I was rock hard, I had my mom playing with herself and begging me to fuck her a second time and Aunt Jo was getting me worked up to do her as well.

"I think I can do it, mom," I mustered, "how do you want it?"

Mom pulled herself away, rolled on her back, pointed her feet to the ceiling and spread her legs for me. She opened her pussy lips with her fingers as she held her ass from below.

I had a full on sensory overload going on between my legs, but what kept me going was seeing mom happily taking my thrusting. Her head was thrown back, tits bouncing all around and legs spread out. Aunt Jo kept on providing support, rubbing her hands near my groin and pulling on my balls.

Mom had already been playing with herself before I entered her and I was hard despite having just came, so I lasted long enough to see her orgasm. It was sweet agony fucking mom like that, then I felt her pussy tightening down on me and I saw that look on her face that told me that she was having another delicious orgasm and I was through the roof.

"Oohrrgh, I'm cumming again mom. You've wrung it out of me."

We held each other tightly in our nakedness, shivering with each shared orgasm, feeling each pulse shoot through our bodies like so much shared electricity.

Aunt Jo just sat on the sidelines, masturbating furiously. "You two are fantastic. Where did you learn to fuck like that?"

Aunt Jo stood up from the bed and led me up with her. We embraced and sorta danced around, swaying to and fro to non-existent music, holding each other tight, pressing our fleshy bodies together and letting our hands take in as much of the other's body as they could.

"I've been waiting for this moment for a long time," Aunt Jo purred in my ear.

"For me to take you?" I asked.

"For any man," Aunt Jo started.

Mom sat straight up. "Have you never been with a man?"

Aunt Jo blushed and looked away. "You know yourselves that I never married."

"But lots of women," I began to reason, but was cut short.

"Not my generation," Aunt Jo said simply, "and not our family. But you, you're okay. You make me want to do it. I trust you with my body." Aunt Jo just let herself get lost in my eyes. "And my virginity," she continued, dreamily.

I carried Aunt Jo over to the bed. Mom whispered to me that she would take care of eating her pussy and that I should concentrate on showering her with kisses.

I held her in my arms and kissed her entire face slowly with soft, wet kisses. I made my way down her neck and took pleasure in kissing her pretty little tits, giving special attention to her nipples. It was hard to tell if Aunt Jo was reacting more to my kisses or mom's licking.

Aunt Jo sat up to give us some direction. "Hold my pussy lips open with your fingers and gently go over the inside of them with your tongue." Aunt Jo pulled on my balls to get my attention. "And you, my young stud - your mom has got my pussy all juicy, just waiting for you to push that glorious young cock into it. I am so ready, ready to have my nephew fuck his aunt. Fuck his aunt after fucking his mother."

My dick was pretty numb at that point. I put it in her, but like with mom, I didn't feel much. I enjoyed mostly just watching her enjoy my cock in her; which, if you knew my aunt and saw her naked, was a feeling not to be underestimated. Aunt Jo stretched out her arms in exhilaration, her little bobs of boob flesh jiggling with my thrusts. Aunt Jo squealed with delight.

"Ooh, does that feel so good," Aunt Jo exclaimed, "I am so sorry that I waited so long to fuck you, my boy." She brought her arms in to feel herself up. "The ironic part is that I was there for your eighteenth birthday. Had I known, I would have done away with the sweater and took you back to your bedroom." An orgasmic shiver came over her.

"You don't have to hold back anymore, go ahead and come inside me. Come inside your aunt," Aunt Jo beckoned.

"Aunt Jo, I just came twice in the last hour. I don't have anything left," I sobbed as my cock twitched inside of her, shooting nothing.

Mom butted in and motioned Aunt Jo away.

"Poor little boy," mom said sympathetically while helping me pull out of my aunt, "we've been so selfish." Mom showered my cock with kisses, as if I bruised a knee. Aunt Jo joined in. It wasn't until recently that I even knew what oral sex was and then I was faced with my mom and favorite aunt both pleasuring my dick.

They kissed the shaft and kissed all around the head. They played with it with their tongues. They took my balls in their mouths. It wasn't long before my cock was ready for more action.

"So where would you like it?" Aunt Jo asked, jacking me off to her mouth, "I understand if you don't feel like putting it in my pussy right now. You can still cum on my face."

If you can't fuck your mom, ask your aunt. I don't think that I will ever find a lover that is even as close to as understanding as Aunt Jo.

"Would you like me to fuck you?" I asked.

"Are you going to come inside me?" she asked in return.

The rate things were going, I assumed another ten minutes. I prepped her pussy by giving it a good lick; I could still taste her juices from when we fucked before, the taste of our sex blended together. Aunt Jo was getting into it. Her voice rumbled like a high octane engine and her body was trembling with orgasmic anticipation. I slid my cock into her and her body bounced to meet each of my thrusts. Seeing the look of wild lust in Aunt Jo's face, hearing her scream in pleasure and having her whole body bear down and squeeze the cum out of my cock - I felt my dick spasming inside her. I was still dry, but I had a good one.

Aunt Jo gave me one of those smiles, like after you played a grueling baseball game and you still lost. "You didn't come, did you?"

"I came. I just don't have anything left," I said a little defensively.

Mom helped me back to the bed. She ran her hands gently around my cock and, as much as it went through, it felt good. "Can mommy do anything else for her little angel?"

I knew right away what I wanted more of. "I'd like to have another shot at your tits, mom," I said a little too enthusiastically. "I mean, if that's okay with you."

Mom gave me one of those big proud mom smiles. "Baby, I would love you to enjoy my breasts in any way you would like."

Mom sat up and held her breasts out for me. Aunt Jo came up behind me and put her arms around me with one hand dangling on my cock.

I pushed mom back and got face level with her tits. I thought about what I wanted to) do if I didn't have to worry about pleasuring her - so I stuck my tongue out and mapped out every inch of her breasts with it. Mom liked how I was getting all animal with her.

Not wanting to be left out, Aunt Jo shook her tits my way. I gave her the same, but different. I covered her bosoms with kisses, taking a little time to bite her nipples gently when I worked my way up to them. Aunt Jo shrieked like a jungle bird.

Both women enjoyed watching me get nasty with the other sister.

As enjoyable as it was to pleasure two women, I was feeling tired of being their show pony. Both women were eager to baby me and I was happy to let them. "I don't know how often I'll be able to get two women at the same time," I stated, enjoying the sight of two sexy, naked women, "but right now I would just like to enjoy the feeling of being sandwiched between the both of you."

Mom nudged Aunt Jo off of her and held her arms out to me. Of course I wanted my mother on my front side. Mom lifted her leg over mine and I felt my semi hard cock enveloped in warm, soft mom flesh and nestled in her wet pussy. She pressed her bust into my chest and reached far back around me and out to Aunt Jo. My free arm reached for mom's thigh, getting a good feel for it and her ass. Aunt Jo positioned herself up slightly so that she could reach her free hand down and play referee between my cock and mom's pussy while still rubbing her tits on my back. Aunt Jo pleasured herself by slithering up and down my hip, pressing on her slit with the ridge of my leg.

Mom was being pushy and insisting on center stage treatment. I promised myself to do something for Aunt Jo later.

"You wouldn't mind if I slid it inside me, do you?" mom asked, "I'm not asking you to do me again - I just want you inside me."

Regardless of the fact that my mother was asking me to put my penis into her, I was a little reluctant to do so after having come three times already. I was hard again from snuggling naked in between two lovely ladies and mom was still juicy from our previous fucking. She already had my hard-on in her hand and gently slipped it in. Without moving my cock any more, we both laid ourselves back down to the bed and continued snuggling.

It was a most comforting feeling; warm and embracing, like a lover swaddled up with you in their own sweet bed. At that point mom was underneath me, basking in the afterglow, and I was supporting myself mostly on my forearms, the weight of my body distributed around mom's body.

I was hoping that mom would fall asleep so I could give Aunt Jo some attention, but the man between two women in a three-way is bound to be the most tired.

I woke up on my own back with mom snuggled on top, my penis semi-hard, but still inside her. I wish that I could tell you that I had dreams of fucking my mother all night long, but I was too wiped to dream anything. The sensation of my morning wood inside my mom's pussy as I gently woke up was exquisite; I really have no words for it - a combination of hot and comforting and naughty and natural.

I looked over. Aunt Jo had woken up a minute before. The sight of me still inside mom was enough to start her fingering herself. She was maintaining an enjoyable light morning buzz, just watching us.

"Mmm. I could watch you two any time," Aunt Jo said with an early morning draw, "you two do it like you're in love."

Hearing that while doing your mother, you might take it the wrong way, but I understood what she meant.

"I'm sure that I have something built up in there for you if you want it," I told Aunt Jo, referring to my lack of cum the night before.

"I'm okay right now," Aunt Jo said, a little distracted from her own fingering, "but if you need a woman's touch down there, I would love to suck it out for you."

I love my Aunt Jo.

I gently nudged mom off of me and swung my legs off the side of the bed. Aunt Jo stopped her fingering and crawled over to me on her knees.

Mom started to stir. "What's going on? I was enjoying your penis inside of me," mom said, half awake.

"I woke up to Aunt Jo playing with herself and I told her that I would love to cum for her," I explained for mom.

"Well, she deserves some time with you," mom said lovingly, "give her your personal attention."

Mom wrapped her arms around me lazily and craned her neck around to watch her little sister.

Aunt Jo started by taking in the entirety of my cock in her mouth and stroking it a few times with her lips, leaving me wet and dripping and very hard. She then gave me a series of kisses along the bottom ridge of my cock, ending with some gentle tongue brushing on my cock head. Aunt Jo then took several long strokes up my length with the body of her tongue, her hot breath enveloping my shaft.

As much as I wanted to cum in her mouth, I wanted that feeling to last forever.

"Where do you want it?" Aunt Jo asked.

I didn't know what she meant by that and she figured as such from my lack of response.

"Where do you want to come?" she explained, "in my pussy, in my mouth, on my face?"

Thinking about all those options almost made me come right there. Mom suggested that cumming in her pussy would make everyone happy and I agreed.

Aunt Jo got up on the bed and lined her pussy up with my rigid cock. Aunt Jo suggested that we build up a little more and play with her breasts first. I don't think that there will ever be a case where a naked woman is rubbing her pussy on my cock and asking me to play with her breasts, that my answer will ever be 'no'.

I cupped my hands to her breasts. Her flesh was soft and firm to my squeezing hands and her nipples slowly stiffened to my touch. I leaned in to kiss them and nibbled gently with my lips.

"Mmm, that's just so perfect," Aunt Jo purred, "just 'feel good' enough for a lazy weekend morning."

"I would be happy to do just this for a while," I told her. Her breasts were beautiful. Just big enough to play with and small enough that they didn't sag. She kept them covered up, so the skin was still soft, like a woman ten years her junior. Her stiff nipples felt good between my lips and I enjoyed watching her reaction as I nibbled on them.

"You would do that for me?" Aunt Jo asked, a little surprised that someone as young as I was would have the patience for just foreplay. Truth was that everything we were doing was still so new to me that it all was the same as 'sex'.

I leaned into her, pushing her back on the bed, my lips still kissing her womanly buds.

I felt her hand fumbling with my cock; she was directing it inside her. "Gently, please," Aunt Jo instructed,"I just want to feel you inside me."

There I was, my cock enveloped in warm, loving goodness while I had my mouth on my aunt's soft, jiggly boobs. Mom still had her arms around me, her warm boobs on my back.

"Let me help," mom chimed in, "Jo deserves a mouth on each breast."

Mom dismounted from me and came in from Aunt Jo's side. Mom started by mimicking me then she started showing me a few things.

We both comprehensively licked Aunt Jo's nipples, our tongues probing every curve and angle. Aunt Jo immediately got overly excited.

"Aah, ah... too much," Aunt Jo gasped, "'relaxed weekend morning', please."

Mom reached down and spread open the hood on her clit. Aunt Jo sighed with pleasure and mom slid down beside me to lick all around her pussy, but nowhere on her pussy.

"You can lick inside my pussy, just not on my pearl right now," Aunt Jo instructed, still maintaining that mellow state of arousal.

"You want me to pull out?" I asked.

"For now," Aunt Jo replied, "why don't you help your mother lick my pussy?"

I pulled out carefully. If I went too fast, I was afraid that the sensation would be too arousing for both of us, making me cum way too early.

Mom moved in between her legs and I kneeled down beside mom. Mom turned to smile at me before starting, like we were about to engage in some kind of twisted mother-son activity.

Mom held open Aunt Jo's pussy lips and took one long, luscious lick inside. I dove in after she pulled her head up, taking turns, and plunged my pointed tongue in as far as I could. After realizing that I could only stick my tongue out so far, I swept my tongue upwards, flicking at her clit, and let mom have her turn.

Mom dove in and locked her mouth onto her pussy, assaulting it with her tongue. No room for anything else, I went for her inner thigh, licking up its length.

Aunt Jo's moans got louder and louder until she finally broke. "You win! Fuck me, please fuck me," she grunted through her teeth.

Mom retreated from Aunt Jo's pussy, pleased with herself over a job well done. I took my place between Aunt Jo's legs.

I looked over at mom and thought about what she was doing with Aunt Jo and I decided that I wanted the same.

"Mom, can I have you in front of me so I can lick your pussy?" I asked mom, "Aunt Jo, you make it look so good."

Mom acted like she had never been asked that before and I guess that she hadn't. By mom's accounting, dad never ventured outside of the norm in terms of sex and he had been her only partner. She smiled meekly at my request and climbed up on the bed.

I took in the feeling of Aunt Jo's pussy wrapped around my erection. I looked in front of me to see a beautiful trim pussy, eagerly waiting for my tongue. I looked up and saw my loving mother smiling down on me. It was a wondrous moment.

Aunt Jo squeezed her legs in on me, making our fit a little more snug for me. I responded with a nice, slow fuck.

I let my face relax into mom's pussy. It was my first time being so close to a woman's private area and I was taking in every sensation - the alluring beauty, the embracing warmth, the sweet smell. I let my head tilt back as I pressed my mouth into mom's soft flesh. My tongue naturally came out and licked deep into her slit.

Her pussy was soft and wet and tasted of salty-sweet sex. The thought of mom letting me lick her private area got me really hot and I was subconsciously fucking Aunt Jo harder and harder.

Aunt Jo was screaming from the heavy pounding I was giving her. Mom's reaction was something like seeing God in the Grand Canyon.

Mom was getting weak in the knees and supported herself on the back of the bed. Her hips kept on pushing into my face and twisting around, making it hard for me to do anything worthwhile with my mouth. Mom loved it anyway - her orgasm was not far off.

Aunt Jo was fast on her way as well with me pounding her pussy savagely. Add that to her sister having a powerful orgasm right above her and Aunt Jo was over the line. Her legs were flapping like a butterfly's wings and she was writhing with pleasure.

This isn't to say that the events around me didn't have their effect on my own imminent orgasm.

I think it was Aunt Jo who was first - her wailing got increasingly louder and I felt her legs squeezing on me. Feeling her tighten around me made me explode into her. Hearing the two of us made mom weak in the knees; she started to shudder and her hips bucked up into my face and I tasted something strangely sweet in my mouth.

"That was intense!" Aunt Jo said breathlessly. She squeezed her legs together and writhed on the bed.

Mom carefully set herself down. Her legs were still weak from her own powerful orgasm. Mom turned to her sister and gave her a loving kiss.

Aunt Jo returned mom's loving kiss with a steamy, passionate one. There I was with two milf-worthy sisters, making out naked right in front of me and I was left with my dick in my hand.

Aunt Jo looked over to see my slowly recovering cock. "Ooh, no - as much as I would love to keep on going for another few hours, you two need to get back on the road."

I asked if both mom and Aunt Jo would remain naked while we packed. They are both lovely ladies by their own right, but the two of them naked together really turned me on. They both giggled at the naughtiness of my request.

Mom and I packed - both of us naked. Aunt Jo moved our car into the carport naked; she even waved at the neighbors passing by (a good day to 'feel the sun', she said).

Most of the ride back, mom was looking a little moody. She always got that way after a long trip or good vacation, but she was looking especially down.

"It's never going to be as good as last night," she told me after I asked her about it, "I want that every day. I want to feel the fire. I want to feel the passion, unlike what I have now; I'm lucky if I can get him in the mood once in a while - and even then, he's only in it to get himself off."

I didn't know what to say. I would love to fuck mom every day, even a couple of times a day, if she wanted, but I knew that she wouldn't do anything with dad anywhere near.

In the days following our return home, I noticed a lot more porn around the house. I knew that dad enjoyed some video once in a while, but he was being more overt about it. I asked mom what was going on.

"Sex is too much work for your father. He comes home tired, it's understandable," she explained, "but porn, he likes any time. I told him that I talked about our sex life with my sister and we came to the conclusion that, if he can get it up for porn, then let him. Whatever energy he has for me, I'll take it."

I thought that giving dad a pass on porn was very out of character for mom.

"It's a trap," mom confided to me, "go and pick up your Aunt Jo at the Diner outside of town, tomorrow at four. I'll tell dad that you'll be out with friends all night."

I was intrigued. Anything involving Aunt Jo coming over in secret was sounding pretty good.

I got Aunt Jo back to the house at a little after 4:30. I parked my car out by my friend's house two blocks away to keep our story straight in case dad drove by that way. Mom was waiting for us in the bedroom, wearing nothing but a robe.

"What's going on?" I asked mom, puzzled.

Mom flashed me a conspiratorial smile and explained, "I've been getting your father used to visual stimulation - porn, as you have seen, but also me stripping for him. Earlier on I told him that, if he was quiet about it, I would have a special treat waiting for him at home; and by quiet, I mean that he would be peeping in on me. He told me that he didn't want me fooling around with anyone else but him and I assured him that he would enjoy it."

It was getting close to the time we expect dad when he leaves work early. Mom laid out the plan. "We'll start out slow. You two hide off to the side. I'll give him a show through the slightly open door. If that's all he wants and he starts heading into the bedroom, then I'll intercept, take him out to the living room while you two escape. If he likes what he sees then I'll signal Aunt Jo to come in. If I know your father, he'll really enjoy two naked girls making out in front of him - even if it's his wife and sister in law. If that goes over, then you come in and make out with Jo ONLY. We're not going to rile him up there. He'll like watching a three-way even if it is with you. We'll wing it from there, but the end result will be to get him to like you doing me."

We didn't hear his car driving up, but we heard him come in. We all got in position. Mom shed her robe and closed the door to just a crack. Aunt Jo and I undressed and hid to the side of the door.

Aunt Jo took the opportunity to give me a naked hug and feel me up. Mom asked me for a good luck kiss.

I was about to give her just a quick peck, but mom went in whole hog. I think that she wanted a little jolt of courage. I could feel her heart race and mom started tweaking her erect nipples. She pushed me aside and started her show.

Mom wriggled around, feeling herself up and playing with her breasts, moaning loud enough so that she could be heard throughout the house. She started fingering herself when she thought that dad was there, watching. Mom looked over, giving Jo her signal.

Jo didn't move. "Give him time to get his pants off. That will limit his options, keep him from walking in."

On cue, dad started approaching the door. Instead of letting mom veer dad away, Jo jumped in the action.

Dad stopped in his tracks.

Jo wrapped her arms around mom and they shared a deep kiss. Dad hadn't walked in, but it was obvious that he was there - Jo had to accelerate the plan. She turned around in mom's arms and reached out for me. I came in and planted a big kiss on her and Aunt Jo grabbed my erect dick. I grabbed her soft breasts and she moaned in my mouth. Mom had her hands playing with Aunt Jo's pussy.

Aunt Jo was already worked up, feeling me up while we were hiding by the door. Making out with mom and her nephew in front of her hated in-law was driving her nuts. She turned to rub her ass into my erection - she was ready.

I thought that it was too soon, but I wasn't about to turn down her invitation. I directed my cock below her ass, to her pussy. I dipped my head into her juices. Aunt Jo squealed with joy and pushed back, impaling her ass with my cock. Aunt Jo was bumping against my groin, pumping my cock. I was trying to hold it in while Aunt Jo was bouncing around like a bucking bronco. Mom kept kissing Aunt Jo and playing with Jo's tits.

The sight was too much for dad. "What is going on?" he said, bursting in.

Without missing a beat, mom broke away and walked over to dad, put one arm around him and, with the other, started jacking off his exposed dick.

Aunt Jo giggled at the turn of events and started fucking me harder. I felt that lovely feeling building up in my balls when Aunt Jo stopped and told me to give it to my mom. I wasn't so sure, but she pushed me over to her.

Mom, taken by surprise, kneeled down to my cock, my dad's cock still in hand. She just took two long licks up my shaft and I lost my load all over her face, half of it landing in her mouth. Dad, at the sight of such an obscenity, broke and came on mom. His cock spitting out a couple of drops that landed short of her face and fell to her tits.

Mom looked down at dad's sad performance and cocked her head over to me to show her preference for who could please her best. Instead of making an overt move, mom wiped the cum off of my cock with the finger of one hand and popped it in her lips. Dad had been defeated.

I don't know what it was, but something happened that day. I became the alpha male in the household, at least sexually. Mom and I felt free to have sex around the house; we didn't hide it, we didn't do it in front of him, and dad didn't go looking for it. If dad wanted anything, all he would get is a handjob; which was more sex than what had been going on in their marriage over the past few years. Everyone got something; even Aunt Jo was welcome to come by anytime she wanted. Dad liked how sexy Aunt Jo looked whenever she would come over for a booty call and Aunt Jo liked teasing my poor hapless dad. Some might call our family unconventional, but I think we have a great family - a family full of love and togetherness ... and kisses every night.