The Sitter Ch. 03
Mom and Karen help him with his French.

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An Oedipus County Tale

This is a work of fantasy. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental, and the actions contained herein should not be duplicated. It's all pretend, folks.

CHAPTER THREE

Things went quickly after those first two days. Karen moved in with us within a week. Mom and Karen concocted a story about us looking to take on a boarder to help with expenses, and that seemed to satisfy the curious. Karen moved all her stuff into the guest room, though most nights she slept with Mom or me, or both of us. Much as we all wanted to, we couldn't fuck all day, all the time. Mom had work, I had high school, and Karen had grad school. A good thing, too, that we all had distractions. We managed to keep from becoming hermits, which probably would have called attention to our situation, and we also ensured that we didn't tire of one another too quickly. During the school week, in fact, they made me sleep alone in my own room while they cuddled in Mom's double bed. The only thing keeping me from getting jealous was the frequent, juicy fucks from one or the other of them during the afternoon, and the frenzied fuckfests that came with each weekend.

Mom and Karen were both inventive and playful, and they inspired me to be the same. The sex was fantastic, but it was also fun, and occasionally funny. In between the moans, groans, and squelches, there was laughter. I think that helped me a lot, dealing with what was going on. I mean, as much fun as it was -- and I meant it when I told Mom there were no regrets -- it was still really fucking weird to be having regular, mind-blowing sex with my own mother. Keeping it fun, keeping it light and enjoyable for all, allowed me to avoid obsessing about Mom or Karen. Or both of them together.

At school, my studies suffered little. Part of my deal with Mom required good grades, and there was no way I was going to mess it up by failing a test or paper. Karen helped me, too, while Mom was busy at work. She would do her own homework on the kitchen table, and I would join her. Whenever I hit something I had trouble with, she'd help me out. When we studied for exams, every right answer I gave her earned me a kiss.

I didn't get straight A's, but I did pretty well. Not so well that I could pick and choose which college to go to after graduation, but well enough that some decent schools were eager to have me.

One day I came home to a darkened house, after spending the afternoon at my friend Hank's playing video games. Both Mom's Cherokee and Karen's Escort were in the driveway when I parked my beater in the street, but the house appeared deserted. I entered through the kitchen in the back of the house and saw lights shining in the living room, though none of the lamps were on. I set my backpack on the kitchen table and hurried into the room, finding candles set on all the flat surfaces in the room. Big, fat purple candles sat on the coffee table, while narrower white ones flickered atop the mantle of the electric fireplace. Similar candles were set upon the entertainment center, creating odd shadows on the darkened television and stereo. The knick-knack table by the stairs and the bookcase against the near wall also shone with candlelight. The air was heady with the fragrance of melting wax and the spark of flame. The curtains were drawn and the lamps were darkened, but the candles lit the room nicely, giving it all an attractive glow.

"The young master 'as returned," Mom said with a terrible French accent.

"Oui, oui," Karen agreed.

Both of them stood at the foot of the stairs, dimly illuminated by the candle light. Despite the poor light, I could see them clearly, and what I saw took my breath away. Both of them were dressed identically in a loose approximation of a French maid's outfit. Little white caps lay atop their heads, where their hair was pinned up, with long braids spilling down their backs. Black silk chokers encircled each throat, while they wore diaphanous white aprons that barely covered the front of their bodies, revealing a great deal of cleavage on either woman. Beneath the apron, I could see nothing but skin, while their legs were encased in black hose that clung tightly to their flesh. Black high heels gave my statuesque mother another few inches of height, but Karen had settled on more sensible shoes, making Mom look a giantess in comparison.

One glance had my cock tenting the front of my pants painfully. I stood and stared at the beautiful sight before me, mouth hanging open and eyes widening.

Mom and Karen tittered, and then the two of them sauntered across the room. Mom's hips swiveled enticingly as she walked on those high heels. Two pairs of breasts bobbed alluringly behind thin white aprons, and I saw hardened nipples beneath them.

"Welcome home, Bill," Mom said, foregoing the accent and taking me into her arms. She leaned down to give me a kiss. Her tits pressed into my chest, and she rubbed her thigh against my crotch. Karen grinned at me over Mom's shoulder.

"Zee young master is a bit overdressed," Karen said, affecting the accent once more.

"Oui," Mom echoed, breaking our kiss and regarding me with a smoldering gaze. She stepped back a step and Karen rushed in, running her hands across my chest, tugging at the buttons on my shirt. Mom wedged herself around Karen and attacked my belt, loosening it and unzipping my pants. In moments they had me stripped to my boxers, flinging my clothes around the room -- careful not to knock any candles over -- and they each took a hand and led me to the couch.

They forced me to sit, and Karen curled up next to me, pressing her barely restrained tits against my shoulder and turning my head towards he to give me a kiss. I'm afraid I wasn't able to give her my full attention, as Mom was kneeling between my legs. Mom tugged the last piece of clothing off my body, and my hard cock slapped against my belly. With her palms on my thighs, Mom bent over my lap and blew on the engorged head of my member. As precum began to leak out of my cock and drip down my length, she extended her tongue and lashed the sensitive crown. My cock throbbed of its own volition, bumping against Mom's chin and eliciting a squeal of delight from her.

Karen traced her full lips along my jawline, sucked at my earlobe, and kissed the surging pulse in my throat. Her plush breasts threatened to leap out of their diaphanous confines, her nipples denting the fabric noticeably.

Mom's head bobbed as her lips enveloped my cock and slowly swallowed its length. Warm and wet, Mom's mouth felt wonderful, and her saliva mixed with my precum, sloshing around in her mouth and dripping down the few exposed inches of my cock. She sucked, her cheeks hollowing with the effort, and it felt like she was trying to swallow me. My cock surged into her mouth, the head butting against the back of her throat as her nose brushed against my pubic hair. Mom slurped as she dragged her lips back up my length, and I heard her inhale a deep breath through her nostrils. My dick throbbed and squirted more precum on her tongue. A heartbeat later, she swallowed me again, quick and smooth, my length sinking into her softness with ease.

Karen's hands ran along my chest and back, her lips alighting on my burning skin here and there. I grabbed the front of her apron and tugged it down, allowing her breasts to pop into view, while the straps pushed them together, forming a delicious cleavage. While Mom sucked me, I latched my own lips around one of Karen's strawberry pink nipples and began to nip and suck on it. Karen kneaded my head and made soft sounds while I pleasured her.

Mom released me from the sweet prison of her mouth and at up. "The young master, I think, is ready," she said. She rose to her feet, and urged Karen out of the way. I gave Karen's tits a playful tweak as she shifted on the couch and she blew me a kiss. Mom straddled me, her apron falling over my rampant cock as she did so. I could feel the heat of her pussy though I couldn't see it, and let out and involuntary gasp when Mom reached beneath the fabric to grip the base of my cock and guide it to her opening. I grabbed her tits and squeezed them, causing Mom to hiss. Encouraged, I pulled the front of the apron down, causing Mom's tits to pop into view as well. Her dark nipples were as hard as my cock, and I attacked them with my lips and tongue. Mom released my cock to brace her hands on my shoulders, but I felt a hand encircle my girth anyway. I risked a glance around Mom's breast, and saw Karen on her knees, one hand stroking Mom's thigh and the other hand reaching beneath her to grip me and aim me towards Mom's steaming pussy.

Karen tickled my balls, and I grunted against Mom's breast. I heard Karen's distinctive giggle, and felt Mom's questioning look. Then, the head of my cock brushed up against the lips of Mom's pussy, and both Mom and I hunched our hips forward involuntarily, unable to resist the pull of our hormones. The result was that I slammed my cock home into Mom's pussy, while she crashed her pussy down upon me, swallowing me whole. Heat enveloped me, and her moisture soaked into my skin. My cock throbbed within the warm confines of Mom's pussy, and I grabbed her waist and began to fuck her. Mom moaned and fucked me back with equal intensity, and then let out an uncharacteristic squeal. She looked back over her shoulder, her braid whipping around to hit me in the face, to see what Karen was doing behind her.

I fucked into Mom, spit hair out of my mouth, and peered around Mom's bronzed pneumatic form to take a peek myself. Karen's face was planted between Mom's ass cheeks, spread apart by Karen's hands, and she could only be giving Mom a "rim-job," something I'd only heard about before. Karen's head bobbed, keeping pace with Mom's body as she and I thrust against one another, and I had to release a breathless "Whoa."

Mom returned her attention to her son, grabbing my face and turning me away from the cock-hardening sight before me. She thrust her heaving tits into my face and said, "Get to work, there, young master," punctuating her words with a few moans. I grinned and did as she said, capturing a nipple between my teeth and thrusting hard into her cunt. I felt lips on my balls, and knew immediately that Karen had altered her position. Mom, sensing what was going on, shifted her grip on me as well, bearing down a little and forcing me to sort of slide off the edge of the couch. Mom teetered but didn't waver, fucking back at me with all her energy. I gasped, feeling Mom's pussy massage my cock and Karen's lips suck my balls into her mouth. I wanted to warn them that was I was slipping, but I couldn't find the breath, and every thrust into Mom's pussy distracted me.

In another moment, the cushion under my ass gave way, sliding off the couch, and it took Mom and I with it. Karen was quick-thinking enough to dodge out of the way and avoided injury by pulling back from us, but she wasn't quick enough to catch Mom or I. We ended up in a heap on the floor, limbs in disarray, and yet strangely still joined at the crotch. Luckily, Karen had pushed the coffee table out of the way beforehand, or one of us could have been seriously injured.

I gave Mom a quick look and then sort of righted myself, careful not to withdraw from the warm prison of her pussy. "Are you okay?" I asked her.

She nodded, her hips jerking against me. "I bit my lip when I hit the floor, though," she said.

"Should we stop?" I asked.

She shook her head, braid whipping around. "Hell no." With that, she began to fuck me again, wrapping her legs around my waist to pull me closer. I braced my arms on the carpet beside her head and began to thrust, riding her for all she was worth. Mom's clasping pussy tightened around me with each thrust, and at this angle it was easier for me to reach the roof of her womb. The first time I banged against it, she widened her eyes and redoubled her movements, forcing me to keep up with her.

Karen walked on all fours up to us and laid down next to Mom, sharing a grin with her before rolling half-over to watch me. At some point, she had shed the apron, though she left on the little cap and the black hose. Almost absentmindedly, Karen reached out to cup and knead the nearer of Mom's tits. "You better save some energy for me, 'young master,'" Karen told me pointedly, but I didn't spare the breath to respond. Mom was beginning to crest, her pussy clamping tight around me, her breathing quick and shallow, and her legs tight around my waist. Making Mom cum began to trigger my own eruption, and as Mom cried out and arched her back, thrusting her body against me, I rammed deep inside her and let go. My body shuddered as my cum arced from my cock into Mom's molten core, splattering her insides with white heat.

Mom collapsed, breathless, beneath me. I flopped down upon her, gasping myself.

Karen made a moue of disappointment. "I said, save some for me," she said, pouting.

"Just give a minute," I said, "and I'll fuck you senseless, too." I gently disengaged myself from Mom, kissed her lightly on the lips and settled into a kneeling position.

Mom remained splayed out beneath me. She grinned up at me. "Sweetie," she said, "I have to admit, you're the best lover I've ever had." I blushed, and helped her into a sitting position.

Karen flopped down on the couch, tits bouncing provocatively. I fixed the cushion and dropped down beside her. I put my palm on her belly, and lightly stroked her skin with my fingertips. Karen leaned into me, molding her body against my own and kissed me passionately. I returned the kiss, cupping and hefting her breasts. I teased her nipples with my thumbs, and slowly pressed her back against the couch. Karen murmured and cooed as I began to kiss my way down her neck, between her breasts, and along her flat stomach. "Oh, yes," she moaned, as I went lower. Nuzzling her pussy, I teased her folds with my tongue. Karen was soaking wet, and her juices stained my cheeks and lips immediately. I flicked my tongue along the length of her gash, tasting her, licking her, sucking on her. Karen gripped my head and pushed my face into her pussy, urging me on.

At the same time, Mom stood up, peeled off her apron, and assaulted Karen's breasts, latching her lips on to one of Karen's pink, hardened nipples. Karen groaned in pleasure. "Enough with the tongue, stud," she told me through gasping breaths. "I need you inside me."

That was all I needed. With one last fond lash of the tongue, I levered myself up to my knees, grasped my cock, and pierced her roughly. Karen cried out, and her legs scissored closed around my waist to pull me tight. Without further urging, I began to fuck her, ramming into Karen with all the strength and speed I could muster.

Mom pulled away from Karen's bouncing breasts so that she could watch us, fingering herself as she did so.

Karen's pussy grasped at my cock with each plunge, her inner muscles catching me and trying to suck me deeper within her. I hunched forward to pepper her breasts with kisses, managing just barely to capture one turgid nipple in my mouth in order to suckle. My rhythm faltered slightly as I did so, but Karen didn't seem to notice, judging by her cries. I released her breast and found her mouth, giving her as passionate a kiss as I could under the circumstances. Our tongues wrestled briefly, but we had to break away in order to breathe. But we did not stop fucking. That I could not have done if I tried; my hips and cock had a mind of their own, and they pounded away with the ferocity only an eighteen year old can muster.

Karen looked up at me, her green eyes glowing with love, her face scrunched in passion. I could feel my own love for her welling up within my breast, a feeling so intense that it almost hurt, and I felt that my love was being reflected back at me through Karen's eyes.

Suddenly her eyes rolled back and her calves and thighs tightened around my body, urging me deep. Karen's soaking, heated pussy grew hotter and wetter and tighter, and her body spasmed beneath me. Still my cock churned within her, and before Karen could catch her breath from the first orgasm, I had her climaxing once more. Karen cried out, a long note of pure joy and passion. Mom, unable to help herself, grabbed my face and gave me a fierce kiss.

Karen's cry tapered off, and her pussy tightened around my pistoning cock once more. I could feel my balls tightening, and my own climax threatening to cut loose. "Bill," Karen gasped, "I want to feel your hot cum on my body. When you're ready, pull out and cum on me."

Mom broke our kiss and regarded us both with glowing eyes. As usual, a little dirty talk from Karen -- occasionally Mom -- set me off. I thrust deep within Karen once more, reveling in the feeling of her body surrounding me, and then yanked my cock free. It slapped against her pussy, and then against her belly as I rose up. Karen's hands grabbed my hips and rubbed my lower stomach, and then "boom." The orgasm I had fighting for the last few desperate moments could not be held back any longer. White, boiling cum erupted from the engorged tip of my cock, spraying in a long arc. The first jet splashed against Karen's cheek, while the one following it splattered across her heaving, flushed tits. Another dozen squirts of cum covered Karen from tits to stomach, coating her pale skin like white frosting. Gasping for breath, I fell backwards on the other side of the sofa.

Karen, meanwhile, shuddered and shook with another orgasm, triggered, apparently, by my money shot. She ran her hands through the puddles of cum on her body, and licked her fingers with a moist, pink tongue. Mom, eyes glazed with lust, dropped to her knees beside Karen and began to lick my cum off of Karen's body, beginning with the semen pooling on Karen's belly. Mom's tongue trailed across Karen's belly, dipping into Karen's belly button to scrape up the precious fluid. Mom licked her way up to Karen's prodigious breasts, kissing away the cum that decorated their slopes. Karen had two fingers up her pussy, while her other hand was cupping Mom and teasing her folds.

I looked down at my own cock, amazed at how quickly I was recovering. I was already at half-mast, and climbing steadily. I always loved watching Mom and Karen go at it, but the added thrill of watching Mom clean my semen off of Karen's body had the blood rushing back into my cock with breakneck speed.

Mom licked her way back down Karen's belly. She climbed on to the couch, lifting one leg over Karen's head, and settled into the sixty-nine position. Mom's head dropped between Karen's legs to dip her tongue into Karen's honeypot, while Karen wrapped her arms around Mom's waist and pulled Mom's pussy closer to her mouth. Mom moaned into Karen's pussy as Karen's tongue attacked her. Mom thrust her hips into Karen's mouth, while Karen mimicked her movements.

I hopped off the couch, dick bobbing, to watch the show.

Feeling the couch shift as I moved, Mom and Karen stretched out a little more. Karen's thighs parted to allow Mom greater access. I saw Mom purse her lips around Karen's erect clit, and heard Karen moan passionately, though the sound was somewhat muffled by Mom's own pussy. I shifted around towards the end of the couch where Mom's knees lay across the armrest and Karen craned her head up to reach Mom's weeping gash. Mom's pussy was pink and beautiful, soaked through with her juices and the remnants of my own, which Karen was sucking out of her. But as Mom's ministrations elicited another lust-wracked moan from Karen, Karen had no choice but to let her head fall back, revealing Mom's lovely pussy in all it's glory. Karen's lips glistened with moisture, but her teeth were gritted tightly as an orgasm shook through her body.

My distended member throbbed hungrily. Heavy with need, it angled away from my belly and aimed itself at Mom's crotch.

Without conscious thought, I stepped forward. The head of my cock butted up against the lips of Mom's pussy, and she opened up to let me inside. With a quick thrust, I buried myself to the hilt, Mom's plush ass thumping deliciously against my stomach. I wrapped my hands around Mom's trim waist and began to slowly fuck her. I shivered when I felt Karen's mouth wrapped lightly around my balls and began to suck. My swollen cock throbbed inside Mom in response, and when I withdrew from her, Karen licked the exposed length of my cock before I drove it home once more. When I did, Karen transferred her mouth to my balls once more. The pattern repeated itself; Mom's mouth on Karen's pussy, my cock within Mom's, and Karen teasing me with her lips and tongue and teeth.

It wasn't long before I was driving more and more quickly into Mom, and she enthusiastically fucked back at me, matching me thrust for thrust. Karen couldn't match our tempo, so she ignored my thrusts and settled on alternately sucking on my right and left nut. I could almost feel my balls filling with cum, and it felt to me like my cock was gaining an inch with each thrust. I didn't think I could last, and I couldn't.

Within ten minutes, my balls contracted, my cock expanded, and I felt the cum surge up through the length of my rod. Karen felt it too. As I withdrew, preparing to slam myself deep into Mom's cunt and unleash a torrent of cum, Karen wrapped a slim hand around my length and dragged it free of the sweet confinement of Mom's cunt. Instead, she angled my cock downward, and enveloped the tip in her mouth.

That was it.

I braced my palms against the small of Mom's back, and she looked up from Karen's cunt, giving me a lust glazed look over her shoulder. My cock bucked and heaved, jetting wads of cum into Karen's mouth. I watched her throat work greedily to accept my gift, swallowing a prodigious load that didn't seem to want to stop. I came and came, and Karen took it all, never spilling a drop. At last she released me and I lurched backward on unsteady legs. Karen coughed, gurgled, and sucked in a deep, deep breath.

"Mmm, mmm, good," she said. Karen and Mom started giggling, and Mom maneuvered herself so that she was laying on top of Karen, tits to tits, pussy to pussy. I didn't quite get the joke, and didn't have the breath to share in it in any case. I collapsed to the floor on my haunches and tried to regain my equilibrium. It did not return with any amount of speed, but Mom and Karen were quite capable of amusing one another while they waited.

That was another night we ended up in the Jacuzzi, washing sweat and cum from our bodies with steaming water, even as we fucked again and again.

Not that everything was sweetness and light, however. Mom and Karen both encouraged me to join the swim team, and I made it on the team pretty easily. My hikes, biking, and sexual work-outs ensured that I was in excellent shape for a nebbish kind of kid, and I did well on the team. There was a girl, a senior like me, named Melonie Driscoll. We sort of hit it off, and started hanging out together. Mom saw it as a good sign, but then no matter how involved we got in the bedroom, Mom always considered it recreational. Karen, though, got a little temperamental whenever I mentioned Melonie, or did anything with her. I didn't really understand what was going on; I mean, my Mom was telling me it was cool, and I was totally in love with Karen besides. I thought she knew that, I thought she realized Melonie was just my friend. But like I said before, love isn't exactly rational, is it?

So one day Karen blew up at me and took off in her car, leaving me dumbfounded and speechless in the living room. I'd never had a girlfriend before, let alone a live-in lover, and I had no idea what I was doing. So I went to Mom.

"I thought I heard some yelling down there," she said when I came into her room. "What's wrong?" She was in bed, with the covers up against her chest, a brief in her hand. She pulled her glasses off to regard me as I approached.

"Karen's upset because I spend so much time with Mel. But you tell me to spend more time with her." I sat down on the edge of Mom's bed. "I'm a little confused."

Mom frowned. "Hmmm," she said thoughtfully. "Maybe I've steered you wrong on this one, sweetie. I thought spending time with a girl your own age would be good for you. I don't know, I guess I thought that Karen saw our arrangement the same way I do." She reached over and patted me on the arm. "Which I mean in the nicest possible way, sweetie. You fuck me like no one has before, but I think you understand when I tell you I prefer to stay objective about the whole thing. I want you to grow up healthy and move out and get married and give me grandchildren eventually, and you won't be doing any of that if you and I get too involved. But Karen doesn't have that worry. . . and she's a lot younger than I am, and less sure of herself. I don't know why I didn't see it sooner.

"So," she said, focusing on me once again. "The first thing you do is break things off with Melonie. She's a great girl, but you have to make it clear to her that you're just friends. And then, you have to make sure Karen is aware of how much she means to you."

"Flowers?" I said.

"That's a start," Mom said. "Tell you what I'm going to do. Tomorrow, I'm picking you up after school. You're skipping practice and we're coming home to make your sweetheart a nice, candlelit dinner. Don't worry, I'll run back to the office before she comes home. How does that sound?"

I grinned and have her a kiss. "Thanks, Mom."

She returned my kiss, but when I went for her breast she gently pushed me away. "Hey, tonight's a school night. And you should save something for Karen."

"Aw, Mom," I groaned. "You should realize by now that I don't have any trouble getting it up. Quite the opposite, really."

Mom raised an eyebrow and began to frown, but I saw her eyes dart to my crotch, where my hardening member was tenting my shorts. The frown quickly transformed into an impish grin. "My baby has become quite the little satyr, hasn't he?" she mumbled, almost to herself. She set the brief she had been reading on the nightstand and sat up, letting the covers bunch at her waist and revealing the silk nightie hugging her bountiful curves.

Grinning, I leaned forward to kiss her once more. This time when I grabbed her tit, Mom moaned and arched her back, pressing her hardening nipple into the palm of my hand. Mom broke away from me and slid out from under the covers, her tawny legs wrapping around my waist. I pulled the straps of her nightie down her shoulders, kissing her chin and throat and collarbone, and made my way down the slopes of her breasts as I pulled her nightie down to bunch at her waist. Mom's heavy breasts bounced into view, dark nipples hard and begging to be kissed. Naturally, I obliged them.

Mom moaned and ran her hands through my hair. "Oh yes, sweetie, suck my tits," she hissed. "You know how to make your mommy feel so good." I wrapped my lips around a nipple, nipping lightly and applying suction. Mom's tit pressed against my lips, and I licked around the nipple in concentric, widening circles, eventually switching to the other breast. Just as my lips brushed the underside of her breast, Mom pressed her palms against my chest and pushed me away. She shifted on the bed, rising over me so that I fell backward onto it. Her long blond hair fell in my face, tickling my nose, and she leaned down to kiss me again.

Her hands were busy at my waistband. Her fingers slid between it and my waist and pushed my shorts down, bending my hardened cock painfully. "Ouch," I said into her mouth, and Mom pulled back to regard me. I reached down to adjust my shorts and free my cock. Mom offered me an apologetic smile that quickly turned devilish.

"Shall I kiss it and make it all better?" she said. I groaned in response, wordlessly raising my hips so she could peel my shorts off my pelvis. My dick bounced against my belly, a copious amount of precum leaking from the tip. Chuckling throatily, Mom maneuvered herself between my legs. She gripped the base of my cock and angled it away from my belly. Lightly she kissed the purple, swollen head. It throbbed in response, squirting precum onto her plush lips. "My baby," Mom said proudly. "It's hard to believe this monster came out of my body, that I had a hand in creating this marvelous, mouth-watering cock." Her hand stroked me gently as she spoke, and her words made my cock throb in her hand. A veritable flood of cream was jetting from the crown of my cock, coating her hand and making it fly up and down it's length.

"Mooom," I pleaded, thrusting my hips against her hand.

"Don't use that tone with me, young man," Mom said mock-severely. She caressed the head of my cock with her palm, squeezing lightly. My juices squelched against her hand. "What did I teach you about politeness?"

I grinned, always enjoying the little touches of mothering that Mom put in our lovemaking. "Mom, please suck my cock," I said, as contritely as I could manage with a raging hard-on.

"That's better," Mom said approvingly. She ducked her head, sucking the crown into her lips to scrape her tongue along my pisshole, scooping precum into her mouth. Her fingers wrapped around my balls, cupping them lightly and teasing my sack. Slowly, Mom swallowed me, allowing her lips to slide down my length. Her cheeks hollowed as she applied suction, and it was my turn to run my hands through Mom's hair, encouraging her to continue.

Just watching my own mother with my cock in her mouth was nearly mind-blowing enough to make me bust my nut, even though she'd been doing it for months. It never ceased to amaze me or to give me an erotic charge, which was pretty much why I walked around with an almost constant erection. It didn't help that Mom and Karen had put a ban on masturbation, ensuring I saved all my cum for my women rather than the wads of tissue I had used before. Luckily, Mom and Karen were good sports about taking care of my needs whenever I got horny, so long as I returned the favor.

My cock throbbed against the roof of Mom's mouth, and I resisted the urge to thrust into her mouth. But just barely. "Mom, careful," I told her.

Mom released my cock from the sweet prison of her mouth with a loud slurp. Saliva and precum slid down the length of my cock and dripped from Mom's chin. Her tongue snaked out to lick her lips, and she smiled, eyes gleaming. "Oh?" she said. "I thought you had 'no trouble getting it up'? Are you saying that if I suck you just a little harder," and here she punctuated her statement by giving my throbbing member a burning kiss, "you're going to have trouble finishing what you started?"

"Uh. . .," I said brilliantly. "That's not really fair," I tried to say. Mom cupped my balls and gave them a gentle squeeze, causing me to jump. My dick bounced against her cheeks as I moved. "It's obvious I'm not thinking straight."

"Oh, you're thinking straight alright," Mom quipped, sweeping her hand along the lubricated length of my hardness. Then, as usual, she let me off the hook. Intellectually at least; she dropped her head once more and enveloped me in her mouth. Her lips stretched around my girth and her cheeks bulged as my cock pressed against the inside of her mouth. Mom sucked in a deep breath, her nostrils flaring, and then she swallowed me to the hilt. I felt her throat constrict around me as she took my entire length past her lips. Her mouth was like a vacuum, drawing me in, and I couldn't hold out for long.

In moments, my cock swelled, Mom's mouth grew tighter, and I felt my dick buck and throb as jet after jet of semen spurted from the tip, straight into Mom's gullet. As soon as I started spurting, Mom adjusted her grip on me to keep from choking. Her mouth slid up my cock so that only the head remained imprisoned between her ruby lips. The exposed length glistened with Mom's saliva and my juices. Mom's cheeks bulged with my cum, and her eyes gleamed with a mixture of lust and love. Still my cock spat its payload, some of it dribbling past Mom's lips to drip down my cock or her chin. Finally Mom released me and swallowed, and the last few spurts splattered against my belly as my cock slammed into it.

"Mmmm," Mom purred. She scraped cum off her chin with her nails and fed it into her mouth. "When was the last time you came?" she asked brightly.

My dick, threatening to wilt after my explosive orgasm, wavered between flacidity and hardness. "Yesterday," I admitted.

"Are you taking any vitamin supplements I'm not aware of?" she asked.

I shook my head. "Why?"

She gripped my cock at the base, levering it away from my flat stomach. At her touch, it instantly returned to its previous state, throbbing hungrily between her fingers. "You always come like a hose, baby," Mom told me. "And you are always ready for more. It occurred to me you might be taking something to help with that behind my back."

I shook my head again, grinning. I flexed my cock in her hand, thrilled at her touch. "One hundred percent natural, ma'am," I said. "I do think the constant sex is affecting me though. When it was just me jerking off in my room, I was never quite this. . . uh. . . copious."

"Mmm, new vocab word?" she grinned. "At least you appear to be keeping up with your studies." She released me and sat back on her haunches. Reaching down to the hem of her negligee, she swept it off her body in one smooth movement and tossed it aside to make a puddle on the floor. Mom's gorgeous, tanned and fit body was revealed to my burning gaze. "Now, how about taking care of your old mom?" she asked, stretching out on the bed.

"What would you like me to do?" I asked, shifting on the mattress beside her. My cock pressed against her tawny thigh, leaving trails of precum on her skin.

"After that, dear boy, I'll only be satisfied with a good, hard, fuck. Can you do that for mommy?"

"Uh-huh," I said with a grin. I slid one hand up her leg and she parted her thighs. I pressed my palm against her neatly trimmed mound, soaked with her juices, and slipped my thumb inside to tease her folds. Mom moaned and arched her back, pressing her pussy into my hand. My fingers sank into her. I pulled them free and licked each digit theatrically. Mom tugged my hand free from my lips and brought them to her own, sucking each finger into her hot mouth. With her free hand she gripped my waist and pulled me into her. I rolled with the movement, and my hardened cock slid across Mom's belly, trailing precum across its bronzed expanse.

Mom hissed and slapped a hand against my dick, pinning it to her stomach. "Enough screwing around, Billy, and get to the screwing."

I chuckled and kissed Mom's throat while bracing my hands against the bed. I adjusted my hips. My thickness trailed through Mom's steamy furrow, parting the lips of her pussy and eliciting a gasp and a shudder from her. Her hand wrapped around the base of my cock and aimed it at her hole. With one smooth thrust I rammed myself home. Home; one of the best words for Mom's steamy cunt. This was where I belonged, sheathed to the hilt inside her, my throbbing, bucking, driving cock swallowed by her sucking, gripping, burning pussy. She took my entire length effortlessly, the head of my cock bumping up against the roof of her cervix with appalling ease. I fit her perfectly, and she fit me, almost as if she had made me for that express purpose. We were two bodies trying desperately to become one.

Mom writhed beneath me and wrapped her legs around me, strong thighs tightening around my waist, her calves pressing against the hams of my buttocks. "Oh, yes, son, that's it. Fuck your mother. Fuck mommy, fuck me good!" Mom moaned in lust, her eyes rolling back in her head already, her heavy breasts bouncing against my chest, hardened nipples scraping against me. I did as my sultry, sexy mother asked. I fucked her good. My cock churned up a froth between her legs as I sawed in and out, pounding into her with all the strength and speed a teenager could muster. Mom reacted with equal enthusiasm, meeting me thrust for thrust. Our pelvic bones ground together in our mad mating frenzy. Mom's arms snaked around my shoulders, pulling me into a kiss that bruised our lips.

Our bodies slammed together, and each moan, gasp, and groan that came from Mom's mouth drove me to push myself farther and faster. Mom seemed to get hotter and wetter with each moment, and it felt as if she was sucking me deeper within her with each jab. "That's it sweetie," Mom said breathlessly. "Almost there, mommy is almost there." She broke off, breath hitching, and her entire body tightened its grip on mine. Her pussy gripped me like a velvet fist, clamping down with delicious intensity on my rampaging cock. Mom shuddered and shook beneath me. I didn't pause in my ministrations, however, knowing from previous experience that a sustained attack could trigger multiple orgasms in Mom. This time was no different; just as she seemed to catch her breath and begin to take up the rhythm once more, she went off again. Her nails dug deep furrows in my shoulders and her heels beat a tattoo against me ass. I grinned to myself and buried my face in the hollow of Mom's throat, still hammering away.

It was the third time Mom's frothing pussy squeezed my cock that my own orgasm finally hit. Like a lightning bolt from cock to brain and back again it hit me, and I felt my dick swell within Mom's juicy cunt and begin to spit jet after jet of creamy white cum into her heated depths.

Mom and I collapsed in a sweaty heap on her bed, me sprawled across her. With a grunt, I rolled over and stretched out beside her. Mom half turned and gave me a sleepy, satisfied grin.

"Such a good son to take care of your mother," she murmured, and kissed my shoulder.

"Thanks, Mom," I returned. I reached out and took her hand, then rolled once more and folded myself into her. Mom wrapped her arms around me and held me close. We drifted to sleep in one another's arms.