Mother of Love Ch. 01
Mother and Son explore each other in the shower.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is a reupload, with some mild editing to fix grammatical errors and make it flow better. Part 2 will be up soon/is already up, I sincerely hope you all enjoy.
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Nostalgia flowed through me as I drove down the bumpy suburban road to my childhood home, finding familiarity in the trees lining the road like towering street lamps. I was fresh off the high of finishing my final year of university, and was looking forward to some much needed unwinding time now that exams were over.
As they passed me by, I recognized all the streets I played games on as a kid, everything from road hockey to capture the flag, and I got chills realizing how long ago that was.
"Home at last, Sean." I sighed to myself, fondly reminiscing in the memories I had of this place.
My Mom had promised to pamper me to my heart's content if I came to see her the very day I finished; she hadn't seen me in months and I knew she missed me. Donald, my Father, probably missed me too, but I'll be damned if he ever said anything about it to my face.
It's not that we weren't a loving family, my sister Lucy and I got along as well as most siblings would with their immature 18 year old sisters.
Sadly, it was my Dad's distant nature that caused him to be a transparent part of my life. All my life he had been a workhorse, even missed a few birthdays when we were kids, but our Mom was always there, nothing could keep Sophie from loving her children!
A woman as inexplicably selfless as my Mother could only ever do what was best for others. I'd met compassionate women before, but not many of them would ditch makeup for weeks at a time just so she could use the extra few minutes to make us eggs instead of cereal. But then again, none of them gave birth to me. Displaying her natural beauty never fazed Sophie, as long as her kids were happy she felt more love than she could handle.
Mom didn't need the makeup, truthfully. She looked smashing in a tight dress, my particular favourite being a knee-length little red number she'd worn to my graduation. It perfectly offset the shimmery, dirty blonde head of hair she kept neatly framed around her face in a typical "mom-style" swoop.
Just as I pulled up the driveway, my Dad was getting into his Mercedes without a care in the world. So much so that I almost went completely unnoticed as he reversed his vehicle.
"Brakes, Dad, brakes!" I called to him, stepping into the path of his rear-view window hoping I'd be noticed before he backed over me. Red lights flooded my eyes and the car came to an abrupt halt.
My Dad stepped out of the car and greeted me with a quick hug. "It's so good to see you, Son!" He was already shuffling back to his car before I had a chance to reciprocate the greeting. "Listen, I've got an important client to close this afternoon so I've gotta jet. You're gonna be around all night, right?"
"I mean, I guess so?" I exclaimed, hurt that he was leaving in such a hurry. "I didn't think you were still busy like this? All the time, that is, Mom said-."
"I know, I know, your Mother had similar complaints the other week." He scratched his head in frustration. "And the week before that, and the month before that, you know how she is."
"Uh, yeah I guess I do?" I replied mindlessly, questioning whether or not I really did know 'how my Mother was'.
He apologized and promised to make it up to me, but knowing Dad it was never gonna happen. I let him run off and grab an armful of my stuff to bring inside; mostly dirty laundry I'd been too neglectful to finish.
Unfortunately, that meant I'd whittled my way down to my last pair of clean pants, and was left with the tightest pair I owned. With all the subtlety of a forest fire, I fumbled around my crotch hoping to realign my dick so it didn't have such an obvious outline through my pants.
Inside, the house smelled just as sweet as I'd always remembered it; vanilla wafting through the halls and greeting me like an old friend at the front door, carrying over a distinct maple scent as well, leading me to believe someone was making waffles.
I shut the door and didn't even have to call out for someone to greet me; Mom's adorable bare feet patted on the hardwood as she raced around the corner, eyes lighting up when she saw I'd made it home safe.
"My baby is finally home!" She squealed like she'd just won the lottery, extending her arms for a hug from across the room. "Lucy, your brother is home!"
Seconds later Mom barrelled into me like a linebacker, hugging me in a ferociously loving grip. "I missed you too, Mom." I laughed some she breathed out a sigh of relief she felt like she had held in since I left.
"How was school? Was the drive home okay? I'm so happy you're home, do you want me to make you something to eat?" She barraged me with questions like a concerned mother naturally would.
A fairly petite woman, my Mother stood just above 5 feet, but her giant-sized attitude gave the impression she'd been a military commander in a past life. Her blonde hair flowed like waves down to her shoulders, tucked behind her ears to keep it away from her eyes when she didn't have it up in a red bow: her trademark.
I'll be the first to admit it, my Mother kept her body in great condition. Years and years of motherly duties had taken away from her gym time, but she still had the curves to knock a weak man to the floor, even with a body type that resembled a plump pixie more than a warrior. She was still determined to lose some more weight to hit her target, but I always insisted she didn't need to.
There was a subtle, yet undeniable chubby side to her, but then again twig thin mothers don't look like they can cook, and my Mom was a master chef. Her skin was smooth as glass, save for the tiny peach fuzz on her arms and, if I'm not mistaken, thousands of tiny goosebumps.
She reluctantly pulled away from our hug and looked up at me. "I'm really happy you're home, Sean." Her eyes were scouring my face trying to memorize every detail and see if something had changed, and I watched in awe as the dark blue circles gazed into mine. "Really, really happy."
My Mom kissed my cheek and called for Lucy one last time, ordering her to help me unpack my arsenal of clothes and what not. When she didn't get a reply back, we decided to just unpack the car ourselves rather than continue to bug my little sister.
Little is a relative term, I suppose, since she was technically an adult at 18, but she always felt little to me.
"Let me help you, sweetie." Mom urges in her sweet tome, reminding me why I used to love listening to her voice as a kid. It had a calmness about it I was drawn to, a comforting melody I loved to be serenaded by.
"Thanks, Mum." I handed her the lightest bag I had: my backpack. She insisted she carry more, but I declined since I didn't want her to get hurt carrying some of the heavier stuff.
"You know, stud, your Mother used to be quite the heavy lifter." She flexed her arms jokingly, pointing them outward from her chest like she was imitating Arnold Schwarzenegger. What she didn't know, and what I was abundantly aware of, was the mountain of cleavage she created when she pushed her boobs together.
With an adorable laugh that made the hairs on the back of my head stand up, Sophie took off for the house to bring my stuff inside.
Part of me was struck with instant regret. No boy should be staring at his mother so lustfully, but the rising erection in my pants was seeing her only as a vibrant, sexy woman whose tits I was longing to bury my face in.
My infatuation with my Mom started a few months ago when she'd gone with my Father and Lucy on a celebratory vacation. I don't remember where exactly, but it was described to me as "somewhere hot". The photos she sent me were designed to make me wish I'd been there (which I SO did), but were noticeably more revealing than the ones she'd uploaded to Facebook.
It was likely my mind playing tricks on me, but every snap she sent to me was tagged with a playfully flirty caption like, "wish you were here, stud" or "come be my captain", the latter of which she had posed beside a boat for. Nothing too unusual, Mom and I had always had playful banter like that between us. These sexier photos would be peppered in between snaps of her slurping down a bowl of noodles, unpacking her suitcase (likely upon arrival), or just posing innocently next to some tourist trap. I had a hard time separating the mature, scantily class vixen from my Mother, but seeing her in two different lights didn't bug me.
Interesting enough, the flirtier caption were hopelessly outshone by the low-cut, barely there bikini she was rocking. I still had a few of the photos saved on my phone, namely one where she was bent over knocking sand out of her flip flops. It likely wasn't intended for me, as Dad was also in the subject, like my e-mail had been added by accident.
Assuming it was a misfire, I almost deleted the picture before I fully examined it. She was in a shamefully revealing red bikini, with a classic red bow tying it behind her back. Her hair was falling all over her face as she bent over, but even the golden tangles weren't enough to block out her famously overjoyed smile, dimples and all.
What really took me by surprise was how tight fitting her bathing suit was. The red bottom was tucked like floss between her bulging pussy lips, leaving very little to the imagination. Her breasts hung down like two massive pendulums, itching to spring from her top and be set free on the world. I could see thin stretch marks on the sides of her boobs, and I knew they were being pulled down by an incredibly heavy weight.
I couldn't count the times I'd looked longingly at that photographic treasure, and now kept a crease-laden print of it in my wallet as a constant reminder. Yes, a print, a physical copy. I was really that infatuated with her.
Being in person, now, was sending my heart into overdrive and my pulse quickened whenever she came near me. It wasn't a nervous sort of feeling, more like a giddy excitement brought on by the incessant picturing of her naked body I couldn't seem to shake.
All the fantasizing about seeing Mom in person made me want to see her picture again. I didn't care if I was inside her house, desire is desire, folks.
I put down the hamper full of clothes and stretched my back, popping a thousand joints up my spine like champagne bubbles up a flute. My wallet was in my hand in a flash, and my eyes greedily absorbed every detail of the photograph like I had so many times.
Lucy came charging down the stairs with no warning and forced me to scramble to get the picture back in my wallet, which I managed with only seconds to spare. I couldn't fit it in all the way, but as long as it was in my pocket she couldn't see the corner sticking out.
"What's that?" She reached for my wallet, of all things, using my full hands as an advantage.
"It's a big load of fuck off, that's what." I snapped, kicking at her blindly under the hamper held in my arms. She flipped me off and walked away, not noticing that my wallet fell out of my back pocket, landing with a thwack on the hardwood floor. "Shit, I'll get you later you little ninja." I cursed at it.
I kicked it off to the side hoping nobody would see it and carried my clothes upstairs. I passed Mom on the stairs and could've sworn I caught her eyes drifting to the bulge in my pants. My face ran hot with the thought of Mom making eye contact with the embarrassing protrusion in these stupidly tight pants.
She saw me looking and quickly averted her gaze, smiling cheekily like she hadn't actually noticed me coming up. "Oh, uh, hi honey. I put your backpack on your bed."
"Thanks, mom."
As she descended the stairs, she was humming a charming little tune like a picture perfect Snow White. I imagined a crown of cartoon birds fluttering around her head as she sung, equally entrance as I was at the siren song of this beautiful creature.
I got to the top of the stairs and my mind clear as a summer day, when suddenly Mom's humming stopped. Thinking nothing of it, I went and dropped my hamper on the bed. When I turned around, expecting an empty doorway, I was shocked to see Mom standing with my black wallet in her hand.
I wish I could say a thousand thoughts ran through my head, but truthfully they were all so muddled I couldn't force out a single one. With a deep breath, my nerves settled enough to squeak out; "Did you...open it, Mom?"
"I didn't have to, it was halfway sticking out." We both knew exactly what she was referring to. She scanned my face for a hint to react to, but I couldn't look anywhere but the floor.
"I'm sorry, Mom." My eyes wouldn't dare stray towards her. "I forgot it was in there."
"No, you didn't. It's been folded and refolded dozens of times, there's no way you'd forget. How often do you look at it?" Her voice grew stern, scolding me like a child.
"I...I guess pretty often. Once every couple weeks." I lied, and she called me out with an unconvinced cough. "Fine, you got me, it's more like couple times a day."
Sophie recoiled, losing her train of thought for a moment. "That often? Really?" I perked up at the hint of intrigue in her voice.
"I know I shouldn't, but I can't help it when you just look so..." I twiddled my thumbs in circles like it would help me rewind time a few precious moments.
"So...what, baby?" Her melodic voice cooed like a harp. The use of a pet name caught my ear and I looked at her for the first time since she walked in. Her cheeks were flushed a brilliant shade of pink, and she used the tone she always used to when she wanted something coaxed out of me.
"I guess the word is...I dunno. Sexy, Mom." My whole body shook like a tremor when I said that, and I instantly regretted being so forward. Mom didn't expect it either; she was visibly ruffled and had to take a moment to catch her breath.
My tongue was grafted to the roof of my mouth. I wanted to correct myself a hundred times over but it wouldn't make it better.
I wasn't able read my Mom the way I usually can. Her face was like stone, eyes distantly focusing on something miles behind me. For a second it became questionable whether or not she was even breathing, but her soft purring told me she was at least conscious.
Like a concerned son, I was still looking at her chest to see if she was breathing, perhaps for a bit longer than I should have.
"Sean, for Christ's sake look at my eyes." Mom stomped her foot angrily, using the loud outburst to cover her excessive blushing. "Okay, in light of this new...information, I'm going to have to think about...a lot." She turned to leave the room, unable to look at me any longer.
I didn't know what to say, but something in my brain told me that I shouldn't let her leave like this. Ignoring the fear that was collecting like mud in my gut, I stood up and fought to steady my quaking legs.
"Dad doesn't deserve you, only an idiot would put his job before a woman like you." I swallowed dryly, forcing a sandpaper tongue against the roof of my mouth.
"Your Father loves me, I know that, but he gives us this amazing lifestyle and the price for that is working every day. And, for the most part, nights and weekends as well." She insisted, brushing her hair over her ear. "It's not as easy as you think."
"Really? Because I think sitting in a cubicle all day knowing I have a woman like you at home would be 'not as easy as I think'. The difference is; I wouldn't give up on the wrong one."
"Well, if that's how you feel, then maybe the right one won't give up on you." Her eyes sparkled so bright they almost blinded me, but I wouldn't have been mad if her poorly withheld grin had been the last thing I ever saw.
My head was going in circles trying to decide what she said, deciding who had more reason to be on edge right now. I was so wrapped up in thought I couldn't remember why she'd come in my room in the first place.
A split second idea flashed across her face and, as if on pure impulse, she threw the photo like a playing card onto my bed. "Don't let me find that out again, young man." With one more foot stomp for good measure, she disappeared from the doorway.
"Lunch is in 15, okay?" She called up to me, likely heading down to make a couple grilled cheeses with tomato soup.
As soon as she left I quickly grabbed it up and made sure it wasn't bent or ripped. I was looking at the photograph with fresh eyes now; I'd always had pangs of guilt whenever I opened it, but knowing Mom didn't mind was like opening the floodgates. I had expected her to rip it up in front of me, burn it, and throw the ashes to the four corners of the world.
The haywire collection of thoughts and possibilities in my brain was hectic enough to sidetrack me from the grumbling sounds emitting from my stomach. I couldn't even think about lunch, everything I tried to imagine eventually gave way to the vivid, eye popping sight of Mom's picture.
True, I had seen it hundreds of times, but now that I had the suspicion Mom wanted me to see it, I convinced myself I was doing her a favour by ditching lunch for a short masturbation session in celebration.
I knew lunch was in 15 minutes, meaning I had roughly another 14 and a half to admire my mother's body in the most primal way I could imagine
So with that being said, a little privacy, please?
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Odors of melted cheese wafted through the air mingling perfectly with the tomato soup, practically dragging me down the stairs towards it.
"Holy shit, Mom, it smells amazing down here." I exclaimed, approaching the soup and dipping my pinky in one of the bowls.
Mom spun on her heels and gave me a swat on the shoulder. "I don't wanna have some mouthy teenager around my house all summer. Got it?"
"I'm not a teenager! I'm a grown ass man!" I shot back, sucking soup off my finger and letting the saltiness bounce around my taste buds before going in for another scoop.
"Mmhmm, sure you are sweetie." Mom grabbed me by the wrist before I could taste my second sample and quickly dipped her head to suck the soup off before I could. "Damn, I'm such a good cook. Now, stop eating that or there won't be any left."
I offered to help set the table, but saw it was already done for the two of us. Before I could ask, Mom filled me in while she washed the plates she had used to prep lunch. "Lucy already ate about an hour ago, she's not gonna join us."
"And Dad?" I regretted asking right away.
Mom stopped cleaning her dishes and stood statuesque over the sink, clutching the plate in a death grip. "He doesn't do that very often, or at all, anymore. He doesn't think it's as 'efficient' when he could be out with clients instead, drumming up business for the firm."
"I shouldn't have asked, I just remembered he used to come home for lunch sometimes." I grumbled, finding no comfort in explaining myself. "I'm sorry."
It looked as though Mom was sincerely offended; she wouldn't even give me the courtesy of facing me. When I stepped closer I saw she wasn't angry with me, rather, she was crying. A tiny drop of water fell from her miraculous blue eyes, staining her shirt where it fell. She wiped away a following drop and apologized, but I locked her tightly in my arms so she knew she didn't have to.
I rocked us back and forth, rubbing the small of my Mother's back with an open hand. I wanted to say something, but no words felt like they would fit. Her palm was resting against my chest, letting her fingernails trace along the neck of my shirt.
After a few minutes I noticed the subtle sobbing had stopped, in fact Mom's eyes were now completely closed and she was purring softly the more she stroked my chest.
"Mom?" I whispered.
She didn't reply, even with her body language. She was totally at peace and didn't want that interrupted for anything. Her breasts were pushed against my chest, though closer to my stomach due to her smaller stature. They were being flattened and pushed out of her top like a water balloon when you squeeze one side of it.
It took every ounce of concentration not to pop wood right there, and I was actually holding it together pretty well until she drew her head back and stared deeply into my eyes.
"Your father never holds me like this." She shifted her weight nervously and I used the tiny window to angle my hips away from her a bit so she wouldn't feel my erection against her leg.
"He doesn't know what he's missing." I squished Mom extra hard and she gave an adorable giggle. "I'd hold you like this every night, pillows are so overrated."
Shame, as a pink streak, appeared across my cheeks. I'd just said what I was thinking, instead of thinking about what I'd say, and might have overstepped as a result. "I mean, not that I want to replace Dad, that'd be-."
"Crazy, right?" Mom asked curiously, as though she was as intrigued as I was. She had yet to break eye contact and I could feel the tension between us gathering like a snowball in my gut. Her hand extended and caresses up my neck, giving me electric shivers when she brushed her thumb over my earlobe.
I didn't want to admit it but I was putty in Mom's hands. Every fiber of my being was fixated on not melting into her, so I focused on the dull, warm static washing over me and easing my worries away. I didn't want to leave this moment, an unbridled peace of mind is a rare thing.
The wooziness in my head stopped me from thinking straight, and I think it was starting to get to Mom as well. She swallowed dryly, lips slightly agape and drawing all my attention to them. She asked me what was wrong, but I couldn't hear her. She was mouthing the words with no sound, captivating me with only the silence. The roaring heartbeat in my ears was deafening, blocking out any thoughts that said no and only left the ones that said do it.
Do it.
Do it.
Do. It.
So...I did it.
With both my hands on her hips, I pulled Mom into me with a force reserved for established lovers, staggering her before she realized what had happened. I heard a small gasp between me grabbing her waist and kissing her, but I quickly quieted her by fitting our lips together like puzzle pieces.
The tension in Mom's body went solid as oak, before it released and she folded in my arms. It took a second for her to regain composure, but as soon as she did she was kissing me back. We hungrily sucked at each other's lips, mashing our mouths together. Her hand was still on the back of my neck, nails slowly dragging up the back of my scalp while she played with my hair. I didn't mind her tugging at it, I was too hopelessly lost in giving her everything I had.
The two of us moved as one, as though we had done this a hundred times. Every second that passed I had a new craving I knew only my Mother's body could satisfy. I had longed to be this close to her for a long, long time, and now that I finally was I noticed how intoxicating her perfume was. The rich scent of vanilla, with a touch of crisp, ripe mangos was radiating off of her.
Our tongues rolled together, sloppily battling each other for domination of the other's mouth. Hers invaded my mouth and tenderly slid along mine, twirling around like a ribbon and leaving me to play catch-up while Mom absentmindedly went to town on me.
The love behind her kissing was driving her, I had never been kissed with such emotion before and I fucking adored it. I was so busy trying to match the intensity of my Mother's hot, sloppy kisses but that I had "accidentally" dropped my hand down to her bum and held one of her thick, juicy cheeks firmly under my palm.
Even over her clothes I felt how incredibly soft her ass was; two deliciously doughy mounds caving under my grip. Mom moaned softly into my mouth, giving me the courage to put my other hand on her butt as well.
We stood motionless in the kitchen, each pawing at each other with the subtlety of highschool freshmen. Mom had yet to open her eyes, or move her hands from my head, pouring all her energy into passionately making out with me instead. There were countless bolts of electricity surging through my bones, most notably the pins and needles I felt working their way from my cock up to the top of my head.
I hadn't even tried to prevent myself from getting hard, a little part of me was even convinced Mom would like it. The more I thought about it, the less I was sure that I had made the right move, and I became hauntingly aware that I was tongue deep in my Mother's throat in the middle of the kitchen. The motions felt so familiar, I was no stranger to kissing, but doing it with Mom felt different.
Now the person who I had idolized my entire life, spent so long fawning over, the beautiful woman I lived inside of for 9 month, was putty in my hands, and I in hers.
My iron grip on Mom's ass relented and she caught on immediately, pulling away from our kiss while still making sure to rake her nails over my skull. She went to say something, but bit her tongue. I knew exactly how she felt; I wanted to say a thousand things but all of them sounded like the worst good ideas I could think of.
It must've been the look of utter petrification I had on because Mom was the one to break the silence after a few seconds of bated breath in the tension filled air. "Are you okay, sweetheart?" Her voice was usually soothing, but now it bounced around in my head like an echo. I didn't reply so she pressed further. "You know I love you, Sean. You're my baby boy, that will never change." Her hand lovingly caressed my face, stroking my beet red cheeks with her thumb, pretending I didn't feel like a child caught red handed.
"I didn't mean to-I mean, I shouldn't have done that." My words tripped over each other, I didn't want to risk a look at Mom, in fear of my boner growing even harder. "Dad is gonna be furious with us "
"Furious when he doesn't find out about us?" She tilted my head to face her and stunned me with the most enchanting, baby blue eyes I had ever seen. "I won't tell him...if you won't."
Breathing became difficult with my heart lodged in my throat, but I swallowed it down and chose my words carefully. "What do you mean...by 'us', Mom?"
"You didn't think I'd be satisfied with one kiss did you?" She arched an eyebrow. "If you wanna make those kind of moves on your Mother, you aren't gonna stop at just kissing. I'm not raising a tease."
I almost yelped when I felt Mom push a hand between my legs, easily finding my rock hard dick over my sweatpants and grabbing it. Her eyes grew wider as she inched her whole hand around it, constantly thinking she had reached the end only to be greeted by more dick. By the time she had explored the whole thing, her pupils were the size of dinner plates. Mom cleared her throat. "Now, like I said, if you're gonna tease your Mother with a big cock like this, you aren't allowed to finish with just kissing me."
"Where can I finish?" I asked dumbly, perking up as Mom leaned in close to me and breathing whispered in my ear.
"Anywhere you want, baby." Her tongue flicked at my earlobe as she pulled back to face me, holding one of her hands between her legs and rubbing up and down her pussy mound. "I don't want to just give it away, but if you want to step into your Father's shoes you're gonna have to work for it. Do the things around here that he won't do."
"Like what?" I already had some ideas in my head, but I really didn't want to be wrong about them.
"Like chores; sweeping the garage, mowing the lawn, cleaning the car." I would've stopped listening to her if she wasn't still using her smooth, swooning voice to keep me listening.
"So I do Donald's work, and that's 'taking his place'? I'll be honest, Mom, I wasn't really-."
"If you do his work," she cut me off. "Then you get to have his play, as well."
I was confused enough that Mom rolled her eyes and kissed me again, stroking her fingers down my cock until she had the head in her grasp. "Do his work, then do his wife, got it?"
"Oh, y-yeah I got it." My stammering was out of control. I read some of the emotion behind Mom's words as utter disdain, and I second guesses whether my parents' marriage was as solid as I thought it was. "You don't...I dunno, mind?"
"You're cute." Mom gave me a quick peck on the cheek and treated my dick to one last touch before she turned back to the sink. "You've got a hot mom offering you exactly what every guy wants, and you're still gonna question it?"
"Not a hot mom. My hot mom." It frustrated me that she couldn't see the difference, and it confused me that I was letting those lines blur.
"Does that bother you?" She spun around and cocked a hand on her hip. "Because if it does we can just act like that never happened. But if we do that, I might have to ask for my picture back. What do you think?"
I didn't have an answer for her. I knew what I wanted to say, and I knew what I should say. But I couldn't reconcile the two for the life of me. Too many concerns flooded my brain, making every decision seem like the wrong one. I've never been good at chess, so trying to pick the best move for this situation was yielding nothing but all-consuming anxiety.
I took too long to respond, so Mom prodded. "You don't still think I sent you that photo by accident, do you?" Cue the continual awkward silence as I fumbled helplessly for words. Not even the right words, just any would have been better!
A sparkle Mom's eye settled me a bit, and she reached out to touch my hand. "How about this; you go cut the grass, it's starting to outshine some of the flowers in my garden. When you're done you can come back in and we can talk about this, okay?"
My pulse was calming down. I nodded and hurried out of the kitchen, my stomach twisted into too many knots to eat lunch. Once I was back in my room, I flopped onto the bed and stared aimlessly at the ceiling.
"What the hell are you doing, Sean?" I asked myself out loud. "She's your Mother for fucks sake." Even with my personal pep talk I wasn't finding the strength to stop picturing my Mom in her bikini, but now I knew the sensation of her hand on my shaft to go along with the mental imagery. Nervous sweats and clammy hands demanded to be felt, so I swapped into a pair of green shorts and a tank top. Earbuds plugged in and I put an old, underground punk CD on play that had gone ignored in my collection for too long.
I made sure my path outside went past the kitchen, but I saw Mom had already cleaned up and left. One of my lungs let out a sigh of relief, the other wearily held its breath. It was like the feeling of running into your crush in high school. Unrivaled anxiety over the idea of seeing them, colliding with absolute euphoria the moment they spoke to you. My brain was having a hard enough time working through that mess without also trying to justify my lust towards Mom.
Outside was warm and crisp, just the kind of weather that's best for cutting grass. I found some peace walking up and down the lawn, retracing my steps over and over again with nothing to influence my mind except music. Every bass kick brought me further and further away from my reality as I slowly began daydreaming about my Mother.
Before I knew what was happening I had run over a rock and heard it ricochet off the blade like a bullet. I switched the machine off and turned it over, examining the blade for any missing chunks.
Sure enough, there were several pieces missing from both of the blades, and the screws holding the whole thing in place were eerily loose. I had done well over half of the lawn at this point and decided to call it quits before I lost a limb.
Dad had a history of not repairing things, and judging by the look of the lawn he hadn't bothered fixing the mower in a long time.
I went inside, grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and a towel from the oven door to wipe off my neck and face. Mom was still nowhere to be seen, but I could hear Lucy talking on the phone with a friend in the living room.
I went upstairs and saw Mom's door was ajar. I could see her moving around through the crack, pacing in silence. After having some time to think over what we had done, I didn't feel as nervous about it. In fact, I wanted to clear the air right away so I would lose the feeling of heavy guilt in my stomach.
"Mom?" I called through the door.
"Yes, honey?" She shouted back.
I opened the door and was greeted to the glorious, beautiful naked body of my Mother. I froze in place, let that be clear. I did not pause on purpose to get an eyeful of her curves, but when I did, I was paralyzed in place.
Mom was turned away from me, rooting through her drawers with a towel in one hand. She must have been preparing to get in the shower, and hadn't noticed me step inside. My feet wanted to run but my brain knew it was seeing what it had been lusting after for several long months.
Her hair was tied up in a high bun so it didn't get wet in the shower, and her body was practically glowing with natural beauty. Her back was toned, sloping down perfectly to the swell of her butt where it rounded out in two large, plushly mountains. My eyes traced up and down the crease between them, hypnotized by its subtle sexiness, hiding her most intimate parts from me. The shadow that existed between each mound of globular flesh served only to enhance the desperation to see Mom in all her glory.
One of her legs was tucked behind the other, her foot pivoting with her toes planted on the floor. Her elegantly cream coloured skin was perfectly offset by the bold, bronze tanlines where she didn't often let the sun shine, giving her toned legs a beautiful contrast against her milky bottom. From her toes up to her shoulders, she was beautiful, with tiny freckles dotting her back like a mini constellation begging to be gazed upon.
As Mom dug around the drawer, she dropped the towel covering her and cursed under her breath. When she bent down to pick it up, the light snuck between her bum and gave me a peak at the cleanly shaven clamshell poached between her cheeks. It bulged towards me, looking like two plump, swollen lips that I was all too eager to kiss with fervently.
This new look at Mom was too much for me, and I couldn't stifle a gasp. Of course, she heard me and spun around, using the towel to cover herself. To my surprise, she seemed to relax a little when she saw it was just me in the doorframe.
"Someone likes spying, huh?" She raised an eyebrow and nearly dropped the towel, but seemed to enjoy playing the tease even more.
"No, no I just am done. Done the lawn, mowing it. I wanted to tell you I was finished?" Scatterbrain engaged. I threw up a hand to shield Mom from some embarrassment. "I was gonna go take a shower, but you were walking around in here and I thought you'd be, like, not naked and-."
"Honey, if you wanna shower you can have the full pressure. I'll come in, in a bit."
"You'll come...where?" My hand wavered, but didn't dare fall from my eye line even as I subconsciously tried to sneak another peak.
"I meant, I'll shower after you." Mom was blushing unabashedly, giving me a coy smile that turned up the corner of her mouth. I simply nodded and backed away slowly. I didn't want to look too eager to catch Mom naked, but I was too intrigued to give up the possibility of catching another glimpse of her body. Against the will of the screams in my head, I closed the door and headed back to my room. The walk down the hall was a thousand miles long, and my feet made of concrete didn't make walking any easier.
The photo seemed obsolete to me now that I had seen the real thing. Mom was a sheer undefinable pillar of beauty, and the way my heart was racing gave me the hint that I wasn't just fawning over some 'hot girl'.
No, I wanted to do things to my Mother. Things a son usually reserves for online chat forums. Things that, if not played right, would end the closeness I shared with Mom.
I made it back to my room and stumbled through the door, fumbling with my clothes to tear them off as fast as I could. I wanted so badly to get in the shower and jerk off as I knew I wasn't safe from intrusion in my room. Knowing my luck, either Mom or Lucy would interrupt me right at the worst time.
I begrudgingly grabbed my towel and trudged down to the bathroom, leaving the door open a crack so the steam didn't fog up the mirror and wreck the paint on the walls.
The cool water felt fantastic on my skin, like a million crisp raindrops tickling my back and washing the sweat away as they fell. Soon I felt like my entire body was being encased in this refreshing shelter, breathing new life to my limbs like I had just shed a coarse layer of skin made of sand and dust.
The white noise of the water ringing against the floor put my brain on standby. I routinely washed my hair, then popped open a bottle of body wash with a name so absurd you have to wonder how somebody ever thought "Frost Fusion" was the name of a fucking scent.
Seriously, guys have no gauge for buying this shit, it all smells the same and we all hate it.
I heard the shower curtain pull back before I actually saw it. My eyes were closed while I finished rinsing the shampoo from my head, but I snapped them open just in time to see Mom standing with her head cocked to the side, eyes focused on my swaying dong. Though she was equally as naked as she was ten minutes ago, this time I didn't feel any guilt over seeing her so.
Somehow the nerves and tension I had felt upon stumbling into her room had disappeared, much as it had with the photograph. Instead, she consciously chose to let me see her so naturally bare by stepping into the shower beside me and closing the curtain without breaking eye contact.
"Hey." Her voice was calm, and sultry, almost like she was right in my ear whispering into it.
"Hey."
"I figured you'd be okay if I joined you?" She made a less than subtle move to get under the water and cozied up against me. "Sean, that's freezing!"
Mom reached around me, brushing my stomach with her tits by no mistake, to turn up the warmth. "Mmm, much better, don't you think?"
Truthfully, most of the warmth I was feeling was coming from Mom standing so close to me. Her vagina was inches from my leg, and though the water was still cool, I could feel unimaginable heat rolling off of her as if she wanted me to notice it. A small triangle of light brown fuzz was present on her mound, something I hadn't noticed in her picture before, and I wondered how I'd missed something so alluring.
"You like it, huh?" I was treated to a flash of dimples the size of tiny potholes. I got the feeling she was enjoying showing off to me, and having someone appreciate it. Her fingers delicately raked through the small growth of hair, pausing just before she reached the crease of her slit. "I let it grow out a bit, just a little patch."
Her stiffened nipples grazed across my chest, sending shivers to the pit of my stomach. Every instinct I had was urging me to reach out and play with them. To take a huge helping of her deliciously plump breasts and juggle them around my palms.
Standing, naked, next to my Mother, also naked, proved a greater challenge than I had anticipated. All I wanted to do was ogle her like a horndog teenager seeing their first pair of tits, but my brain was having a hard time bringing an air of reality to our shower. Each passing moment felt more surreal than the last, I could feel myself looking back on this moment for the next few years to use as fantasy fuel.
The cascade of water surrounding us wasn't enough to fix the cotton built-up in my mouth, despite its loosely slack jawed stature. "You're...naked." Being that it was the only thing occupying my mind, I didn't blame myself for blurting out the painfully obvious.
"Yes sweetheart, I am. Are you okay with that?" Mom's eyes were longing for me to say yes, brow knit ever so slightly, but she knew how I felt without me having to answer. Her hand was resting flush against my abdomen, and slowly sinking lower and lower. "Just tell Mommy if you get uncomfortable, okay baby?"
I was trying with all my might to sound confident, but Mom started nibbling on my earlobe and effectively shut down my communication beyond a choked out; "yes Mommy". My golden haired Mother dropped to her knees in a heartbeat, pulling her hair back from her face so I could see her staring up at me with perfect clarity, a mirror image to a scene I'd had with a couple girlfriends before. Now those girls were replaced with my Mother, greedily licking her lips over the challenge of a thick cock staring back at her, glistening with tiny beads of water that coated the only real thing that could quench her thirst.
She smiled diamonds, her stare transfixed on my cock as her brain slowly started coming to terms with the new level of relationship we were entering. I had the feeling that even if I had told her about any of my nervous reservations, she wouldn't have let it stop her.
Our eyes met in the moment her hand finally closed the distance to my erection, and I saw nothing short of absolute euphoria emitting from her. It didn't look the way most girls did when they got a hold of my dick the first time. The difference being the unmistakable sense of pride my Mom was showing, feeling the cock she had created out of her own flesh and blood palpitating in her small hands.
"Oh, Sean." Mom cooed, shifting her hand down the length of my shaft, stopping once she had her fist against my stomach. "It's beautiful." Her fingers coiled around my pole one at a time, squeezing me until her whole hand was wrapped around me These advances served as a distraction by putting me in a blissfully unaware haze, giving Mom the opportunity to inch her head closer to me, extending her tongue under the head of my cock and scraping the warm, squishy surface against the bottom, leaving behind a trail of wet, bubbly saliva on me.
She was fascinated with it, much the way I was with her, in a sense beyond just lust. There was an underlying reminder the entire time that what we were doing wasn't necessarily wrong, but it was isolated. We two felt so outside of the norms of society, so lost in our own world where only we existed, doing something so few mothers and sons have done together, and preparing to do a whole lot more.
Mom tenderly gripped the base of my shaft and fell into a comfortable fluidity, stroking it from top to bottom in long, tender motions. Her head rested in the nape of my neck, planting kisses as hot as lava across my skin and teasing me with flicks of her tongue. There was no hesitation between us; I was groaning like a subwoofer, and Mom was feeding off it. She was perfectly at home, holding my cock in her tiny hands and giving it an extra tight squeeze when she pulled up over the head, peeling off the layer of water that had collected on it.
Her unrelenting grip let me feel every bump of her palm as she rubbed my cock raw, and she could tell as well as I could that the water wouldn't be wet enough, so I exited the shower stream.
Whereas I would've needed to ask most girls for spit to keep my dick being rubbed dry, Mom didn't need a single hint. Lucky for me and my love of all things sloppy, Mom spat twice into her hand and proceeded to use it as lube until the polished helmet was glistening with saliva. Try as she might, Mom could hardly cover the entire meaty pipe with both hands, letting glimpses of my engorged cock head sneak through the whites of her fingers. Fingers that she then brought back up to her mouth to lick clean, sucking off a strand of spit like a web between her fingers.
The moment overtook me and I lost sight of the big picture, momentarily forgetting it was my own Mother salivating over the sight, feel, and now the flavor, of her Son's manhood.
"How do I taste, Sophie?" My heart instantly leapt into my throat, then sunk like an anvil to my stomach. I never imagined I'd call her that, and if I was taking time to filter myself I probably never would have.
"Momma thinks you taste wonderful, but you shouldn't call me Sophie. I don't want you to think of me as any other girl besides your Mommy. I'm the woman who gave birth to you, the one who breastfed you as a baby, and held you in her arms while you slept." She haughtily whispering to me, still obsessively playing with my cock without breaking stride. "So, when Mommy is sucking her Son's cock, she would really like him to remember whose hot, sticky throat his cock is throbbing inside of, and whose tummy is gonna be swallowing up all his gooey baby butter."
"What the fuck, Mom." I grunted between strokes.
"Is that too much? I can dial it back if-." She was interrupted by a vigorous shake of my head, to which she giggled. "I haven't talked dirty in a while, might be a little rusty."
"No, you're amazing." I meant that in more ways than one.
"You haven't seen anything yet." To punctuate her sentences, she worked her hand like a corkscrew on my dick and used a flutter of small squeezes for emphasis. I would momentarily forget who was jerking me off with such professionalism when she talked that way, even though I was reminded that it was Mom, her dirty talk gave me the impression that a dark, sexual side to my Mother was hiding just under the freshly scratched surface.
Mom's anticipated load would be coming soon, whether or not I wanted to stop it, and there would be a lot of it. When I was by myself I could generate a great deal of cum on a daily basis, so I usually never went more than a couple of days without release. Due to me leaving university, and the grueling demand of exam week before that, I hadn't had a lot of time to tend to myself. I was sort of worried Mom would be turned off by how much there was, given the buildup I was experiencing, but had to admit a part of me was excited to see her handle copious amounts of cum.
"Uh, honey?" Her darling voice penetrated the still air.
"Yeah, Mom?"
"Don't come yet, okay?" Her voice was pleading, yet convincing enough that I felt the urge to actually fight back my orgasm with a disheartened sigh. She let out an adorable chuckle, standing up on her tiptoes to kiss my cheek. "Stay this hard for Mommy as long as you can."
I swallowed the rock in my throat and forced my arms to move at last, only now realizing they had been lazily dangling at my sides. Mom's hand worked on me like a machine without a pause button, teetering me closer to the edge than I could handle.
Fighting through the nerves I hadn't felt since my first date in high school, I boldly caressed Mom's cheek with one hand. One fingers grazed her ear, and my thumb went back and forth across her cheek, eliciting a purr that echoed with deep, soothing bass. I brushed a strand of hair off her forehead and tucked it behind her ear, internally scolding myself for mimicking a move I know I'd seen in too many corny rom-coms. She seemed to like it nonetheless, nuzzling her face into my palm and smiling at me with unabashed enjoyment.
Every second seemed to be ticking by slower until it came to a near stop. I didn't know what was happening yet, but my brain recognized the signs and instinct took over. Mom closed her eyes a bit longer than a standard blink, and when she opened them she was staring at my lips. Unknown to her, she was letting her mouth hang open just a tiny bit while she did. Her hand slowed down, and I know it was due to distraction. I knew what Mom wanted, and I knew she didn't want to have to ask for it.
I slightly inched my hand to the back of her head so I could ease her towards me. Her desire was unmistakable, yet I could see the war behind her eyes telling her she shouldn't go any further. But goddamn she wanted to.
Like a supportive son, I made the decision for her and covered the rest of the space between us. Even the droplets of water were obsolete in our secluded world; the entire planet felt frozen in awe when we connected. Our kiss felt out of practice, likely thanks to both of us as of late, but it was the most serene moment I had ever experienced.
I pushed my kiss upon her ferociously, convinced Mom would match my intensity. Our lips parted, leaving a small space between us for Mom's purring to be heard. This only lasted for a second before I greedily pulled her body closer against mine, forcing the water to trickle around us with no more space between our bodies for it to escape.
Mom's body collapsed into my arms the moment our lips touched, demanding I keep her standing while she continued to play with me. Her unoccupied hand rested peacefully on my chest, moving up and down in time with my heaving breaths and dragging her fingertips through my light chest hair.
We were like two horny teenagers with a very messy approach to making out, our lips slipping over each other in an attempt to prove our desperation to each other. The feeling of euphoria radiating from Mom was palpable, I had never seen her so completely transfixed by anything, let alone by kissing her Son. The luscious smoothness of her lips parted and gave me a perfect opportunity to grow bolder. Her intake of breath between our passionate spit swapping gave me the opening I needed, and I didn't hesitate to take it.
My tongue flicked forward, sliding between my Mother's lips and dipping into her mouth in one fluid motion. She instinctively knew how to answer back, meeting me with her tongue and eagerly proving how years of experience can shape a kiss.
Her tongue slid over mine, a pink snake twirling around with expert finesse, daring me to keep up or get left behind. We hungrily kissed back and forth, trying to out-do the other person with our display of primal lust. I was boiling down every thought I had ever had about my Mom, every sexual idea to every loving hug or kiss on the cheek. I loved my Mother, and in this moment with her tongue dragging over mine I felt she was trying to tell me she felt the same way.
Her hand was still working tirelessly on me, trying to coax every drop of blood in my body to rush to my shaft to enlarge it for her, but becoming more successful as drawing out the cum. The two fat, plump balls she was caressing were growing sore in their need for release, and it wouldn't be long before I emptied them all over Mom's enormous, jiggling breasts and added a dose of cream to her already milky skin.
Mom must have recognized the signs of my impending orgasm; quaking legs, cock pulsating without falter, rapid and short breathing. Deviously, she relented just when I was starting to see stars.
I know I made a noise somewhere between a gasp and a disheartened groan, but the blood in my ears was rushing so profusely it made everything sound like a dull hum. Only Mom's delicate voice broke through the wall of silence, titillating my ears with her swooning tone.
"I know, baby, I know. Soon." She cooed, slipping her fingers under my balls and raking her nails over them from the bottom up. Mom rolled the heavy twin orbs around her fingers, pulling down on them gently to direct my dick towards her mouth so her tongue could swirl around the tip. "I had to stop, you were about to explode and we aren't done yet."
"Oh, no?" I instinctively tried to grab my dick to take over in Mom's absence but she slapped me away, urging me to stay patient.
"Not yet, no!"
"But I didn't get to come yet! Come on, Mom." It felt like I was arguing with her as a kid trying to get an extra piece of cake for dessert, and my pleas were far from ignored.
"Baby, you'll get to, just not quite yet." She had a devilish twinkle in her eye, hinting that she wasn't quite finished yet, but wanted to keep me in suspense. "You look like you want to come all over Momma's hands." She wiggled her fingers, seductively sucking the rest of the precum and saliva from her middle digit.
I nodded hard enough to rattle my brain.
"Goodness, you're too eager for your own good." Her palm pressed against my chest listening for my heartbeat, locating the hummingbird pulse and hovering over it. The pounding in my chest was so rapid I was sure an implosion was imminent. "Do you trust me? To keep going with this?"
"More than anything."
She gained an ecstatic smile, keeping it present while she kissed my shoulder. Her hand dropped to the small of my back and started rubbing in slow circles, gradually lowering herself and letting her lips follow suit. Her kisses followed a path down to my stomach, periodically stopping to lap at my skin with short flicks of her tongue. I'd never had a girl French kiss her way down my body, and was so entranced by the feeling I didn't put two and two together to realize where she was headed.
It all became clear when she finally dipped below my waistline, and my legs nearly buckled on impact. Mom's hands were on my thighs, holding steady while she sunk to her knees. Her eyes were attached themselves to my cock with fascination, observing every inch she could and licking her lips.
I gazed down upon her and was absolutely bewildered that I wasn't dreaming. A day ago the closest I came to seeing Mom naked was an abusively over-used photograph that left almost everything to the imagination. Now, not only had I seen her fully nude, but she was mere centimeters from my dick, one hand locked around the base and holding it like a delicacy. It brushed past her cheek, hanging over her lips for a moment where she gave it a tiny, teasy kiss.
Her tongue darted from her mouth and slid under the head, licking the underside of the purple helmet. She tightly gripped the base, then released, causing me to involuntarily clench and send more blood rushing to my dong. It jumped a little bit with every application of pressure from Mom's hand, sparking bewilderment in Mom's delicate blue eyes.
I hadn't bothered myself with the ethics of our situation, as it was hard to mull over right and wrong when Mom was showing me a side of her a son should never see. Regardless of morality, I knew my past-self would be outrageously jealous of where I was right now, so I made sure to send him my mental condolences.
"Here!" Mom chirped, pointing to the back of her throat and sticking out her tongue. "I can get it on my hands if you want, and I'll slurp off every last salty, sticky droplet, or..."
She paused dramatically, dipping down to drag her tongue like a velvet rake along the underside of my achingly hard member. Mom started down at my balls and slowly moving up the iron pole with her tongue flatly pressed to its fleshy surface.
"Or?" I asked excitedly.
"Or, you could come in my mouth and feed your Mommy a thick, gooey mouthful of her grandkids?" Now I really lost my mind; Mom accepted the entire bulging cock head between her silky smooth lips and I immediately began to feel my legs tingling, starting at the base of my spine. She wasn't searching for an answer, and she wasn't giving me an option, her decision was made.
Mom steadily worked the head in and out of her mouth, loosely sucking around the head so her tongue would have enough room to move around her mouth. She had no trouble circling the tip with her tongue, sliding it across the bottom of my dong every time she ducked her head down.
Every dip was timed so that on the upstroke she could seal her lips and pop it out like a lollipop. The rapid change in pressure caught me off guard and I couldn't believe I went my entire life thus far receiving admittedly subpar blowjobs.
Mom looked up at me for a moment and let her golden blonde hair fall behind her head in a single, uniform flick. Her eyes, unwavering, were trained on mine. I nodded in agreement and she smiled, letting her single dimple shine as she did.
Mom didn't want to waste anymore time. Her lips were pushed out like a duck face, my bulging helmet lodged safely inside the wet, slurping hole. Every little throb my cock gave off was met with a hint of suction from Mom, leading to more throbbing which lead to more sucking. The constant attention to my dick was becoming somewhat of a distraction, I was getting close to an orgasm but the talents Mom was showing off were far too good to pass up quickly.
By now, she had taken no issue with fitting all but the last two inches down her throat, and seemed to be looking to me for some encouragement. Her eyes glanced up at mine as she pulled her lips back, running them over every vein, bulged out from the enormous rush of blood, until just the head remained in her clutches.
With a wink, she tediously sunk her head down to accept more and more cock meat into her gullet, choking once I passed her larynx and sputtering out several globs of saliva. The strands of spit dripped down to her tits, bouncing together like two overfilled water balloons with every instance of throating.
Still, Mom was laser focused on my dick. The spit wasn't even phasing her, and I could actually feel her collecting a pool of it in her mouth for my dick to be smothered in when I pushed between her pink, pouty lips again. I embedded my dick as deep as I could without actually forcing Mom's head down, and the depth was enough that I could faintly feel the distension in her throat when I ran my fingers along the outer surface.
It tickled my cock a little bit, and made me wonder how rough I should be with my Mother, since she could obviously handle having her throat being stuffed to the point that my dick formed a noticeable, round bulge in her neck. She pushed my hand away and replaced it with own, massaging my dick from the outside with far more force then I used, not bothering to hide how violently she was gagging.
I felt her fingers so clearly that I wondered how she was holding up with so much distress on her throat, but her gaze did not change. Mom gave the occasional wince when a spit bubble would gurgle up from her tummy and force its way around my cock, basting it from the inside out with her own brand of sticky lube, but otherwise was committed to showing off her exceptional talent.
Mom pulled off and took her first deep breath of air in a few minutes, cupping her hand under her chin and spilling three to four tablespoons of gooey, translucent saliva into her palm. I couldn't tell how much was water, but it was all slimy and wonderful, so I didn't entirely care.
My balls didn't even see the move coming; her hand wrapped around them and nuzzled them in a perfect little home of thick, encompassing goo. It was better than a handful of lube because it was so warm, and spread much easier over the entire surface of my balls.
Both of the swollen eggs were tightly pulled to my body, but Mom didn't have any trouble sliding her fingers over them with expert precision. She stretched her middle digit back behind me, but stopped between my asshole and my balls to tickle the muscle that ran between them, pushing on it while she treated my cock head to another slobbery, messy kiss.
I was jealous that my Father had received this treatment from her for so many years, yet never stopped to show her the affection she deserved. As if reading my mind were second nature, Mom eased my dick from the clutches of her throat with a small gagging sound, dragging it through so much suction it sounded almost like a balloon popped when I was pulled from her mouth.
"You know, I never behave this way around your Father." She said curiously, mesmerizingly fixated on the throbbing meat in her hands. "I haven't blown him in years, and even when I did I was never this..."
"Slutty?" I perked up.
"I suppose so, yes." Mom rolled her eyes and gave the very tip of my dick a smooch, flicking her tongue against my urethra before gently nursing on the entire head. "Though I'm not sure you're supposed to use that word for your own Mother, sluts are only after sex and that's not what this is."
"You're right, sorry Mom."
"Now, if you were to call me your Mommy-slut, I might not be so discouraging." Every word was bringing me closer to a quickly approaching orgasm. I knew my little Mommy-slut could tell; she increased the speed her hand was working on me, twisting up and down the engorged cock head pulsating between her nimble fingers, and continued her dirty talk.
"What makes Mommy-sluts different from regular whores is that they only fuck one man, and they don't do it because they love sex, they do it because they love him." I kept quiet and let her build to her point. "This might sound a bit crazy, but I think you've brought something to light your Mother had buried since college."
"What's that, Mom?" My heart was seconds from exploding in my chest.
"You awakened a curiosity, Sean. I never wondered what life would be like with another man, your Father has always provided for us so I let the low sex drive slide for years now."
"What changed?"
"When I saw that photo in your wallet, I realized I could have these new curiosities settled without having to leave my marriage. I still love your Dad, but I love you in a way he'll never understand, we've always been that way."
"So, you want me to fuck you then? Right now?" Excitement rose in my voice.
"No, not right now." Mom's cheeks turned a remarkable red hue. "But, you know, I haven't thought about it but...maybe. For some reason I wanted to do this, even though it was never a thing for Donald and I. For some reason, I want to try all these things with you, I want to make you feel good. And if that makes me feel good too, that's all the better. I don't even think I have to ask you but, would you, ya know, want to?"
"Want to...what?"
"To...fuck, your Mother. Would that be something you-."
"Yes! Please!" I blurted out excitedly, reeking of absolute dork.
Mom laughed it off, putting on her most adorable set of eyelashes and batting them seductively. "I'm sure you'd love to get inside this moist, buttery Mommy muffin wouldn't you, stud? Would that make you feel good?"
"You're actually already doing a great job of the part where you make me feel, well, incredible actually." I could feel the semen boiling in my balls like I was being hit in the stomach. It was all encompassing and I knew I only had precious seconds to give warning. "Fuck, oh my God, Mom I'm about to-."
"Cum. For your Mommy-slut, I know baby, I can feel you pulsing, and your balls are all tightened up. Now, this next part I haven't done in a while, but I used to be pretty good at it." Before I had a chance to ask her to clarify, Mom was already showing me firsthand what a blowjob queen she was, and how fiercely determined she was to swallow me.
The searing warmth churning in my spine exploded to a surge of lightning vibrating through my muscles, turning me putty held up only by the sheer will to experience my Mother gulping my seed.
She pinched her hand at the base of my dick just as I felt the freight train orgasm hit me, wrapping her mouth around the plump, shiny knob. I expected to start spouting off immediately, but Mom keenly held the thickest initial burst in with her tight grip, slurping her bumpy tongue along the bottom of my rigid cock to elicit another powerful muscle spasm. With all that stockpiled cream itching to be released, all Mom had to do was let go and she would get a face full of pearly white goop dripping from her baby blue eyes down to the pinks of her fat, luscious lips.
Before my inexperienced mind could figure out what was really going on in Mom's head, she showed me what only years of expertly practiced blowjobs can teach you.
Rather than pull away from me, Mom thrust herself forward and gobbled my dick to the root and jutted out her chin so she was pressed right up against my body. The buildup of cum she was waiting for came rushing out like a fire hose, dumping rope after rope of sticky semen down her throat. Since she couldn't breathe, she couldn't actually get herself to swallow. Mom's mouth wasn't emptying and it began to collect the semen that wasn't being forcibly injected directly into her stomach, steadily increasing the size she would have to ingest when she finally swallowed the bulk of my cream.
From where my bulbous cock head was situated, I could feel her throat muscles flex and expand when she moved back to create enough room to gulp down the pool of her Son's hot, frothy cum sloshing around in her cheeks. A distressed gurgle escaped Mom's throat, expelling a large gob of cum onto my balls which she promptly gathered with her palm, smoothing it around my quivering testicles with a careful caress.
With an intensity I'd only seen in movies, my Mom pulled back and, for lack of a better term, convulsed. I must've hit something at the back of her throat because she seized up and pulled back, cheeks expanding as she fought to keep my cum from exploding out of her mouth. Mom opened her mouth and struggled to let out what air she could in a sickening, deep gurgle that sent spit and cum all over my balls. Without missing a beat she gathered up what she spat out and pushed it between her legs, spreading the sticky mixture over her undoubtedly soaking wet slit.
Tears were streaming from her eyes, but she didn't relent even after depositing what was easily the most impressive load I'd ever shot, into her stomach with a hearty gulp, chugging the salty baby butter until she had cleared her mouth of the sticky syrup. Stars were popping up in my vision, but I could still make out the form of my Mother bobbing her head back and forth on my dick, using the spongy back of her throat to aggressively draw out more cum. Even though the majority had been let out, I still had enough saved up to squeeze out a few juicy gobs right onto her waiting tongue. With her famously tight grip, Mom pulled upwards from the bottom of my dick and extracted one last spurt of goo right onto her tongue, savouring the sweet nectar and rolling it around her tonsils.
I waited for her to swallow, but she was reluctant. I watched breathlessly as my cum swam around her mouth, pushed to and fro and coating the bright pink surface in a white, gummy mess of bubbly froth. Most of it spilled to the back of her throat and she suppressed a choke, allowing me to watch as she let it tediously drip down the back of her throat to the rest already pooling in her belly.
Mom gargled and more bubbles popped up in the copious mixture of sperm and saliva poised to overflow her mouth if she wasn't careful. The bubbles popped one by one as she rotated her tongue, breaking them back down into a gluey, sticky concoction that resembled a thick syrup. Once it was all settled, she closed her mouth and squinted her eyes really tight, scrunching up her nose as she greedily swallowed her reward. Finally able to breathe, she gave an exasperated sigh and let oxygen fill her lungs once again.
Mom was quiet for a moment, holding one shaking hand over her tummy and giving it mindless little rubs back and forth, eyes distantly staring into the shower wall like it were a rich painting. Her body jumped a bit and a small burp escaped, prompting an enormous blush and a quick apology. With a tummy full of what should have been her future grandchildren, Mom had a satisfied glow that stayed with her while she continued to nurse on my exhausted cock, smiling giddily whenever I would make it twitch a little in response to her kisses or licks.
Truth be told, with everything rushing through my head, the only thing I really wanted to know was what was going on in hers...Mother of Love Ch. 02
Sophie enters exciting new territory with her Son.
Sean let out a breathy sigh and steadied his back against the wall; cold tiles providing sanctuary from the aggressive downbeat of ten thousand warm raindrops. Coupled with the post-orgasmic sight of witnessing me, his loving mother, on her knees, choking back gurgles and swallowing his cum with genuine enthusiasm, I could see why my Son was having a hard time standing up.
"Mom, where the hell did you learn to do that?" He asked, wiping his eyes to convince himself he wasn't in some sort of hyper realistic dream. "No girls at school-."
"Have even half the experience that I do, so none of them will ever be able to make you come like that." I stayed down on the floor for a minute longer, gently nursing on Sean and running my fingertips over his freshly emptied balls.
An odd sense of surreality came over me; his balls, so wonderfully plump like two large, smooth eggs, weren't just empty. They had drained their entire contents into my stomach, like an injection of warm, gooey medicine, but continued to seize up as if desperate to squeeze out one last drop. Somehow, "empty" seemed like an understatement.
I had stopped swallowing for Donald years ago, and I didn't miss it for a second. What fascinated me was how devoted I was to getting Sean hard so he could feed me again, with an urgency I hadn't felt in ages.
I wasn't sure why I felt so compelled to deliver a knee buckling orgasm to my Son, but the sounds he made had encouraged me like a carrot to a horse. I gave him everything I had to give, in a way I never had with my husband, with more devotion than I thought I could muster.
"What did I do to deserve that? You are fucking amazing, Mom. You should teach the girls at school a thing or two." The nervous excitement of my babyboy's voice was bringing up all sorts of motherly emotions in my womb.
I squinted my eyelashes together, pushing the water drops from my eyes. "You know what, I was just about to ask the same thing about this python." My hand gripped his semi-rigid shaft halfway up, letting my finger tips slowly run over its surface until I twisted my palm around the head, polishing the water off the bulging, glistening helmet. "Momma hasn't tasted a cock like this in a long, long time." I not-so-subtly gestured to my throat. "You have no idea how long I've been wanting someone to scratch that itch."
I stood up next to my grow-up son, letting the warmth of his embrace shield me from the water. "I love you, Sean." I whispered into his neck, placing a tiny kiss on his collarbone. I closed my eyes and let my mind float in the gelatin thick lust saturating the air.
My hands mindlessly wandered up and down the impressive length of Sean's dick, coaxing it back from the brink of softness with a few well-trained strokes & tickles. Donald never got hard again this soon after an orgasm, but truth be told I had never had such a desire to make him so.
I knew taking Sean in my throat again would likely mean a trip to the hospital for a punctured trachea, and there was no way I was letting him really fuck me without some serious soul searching to determine if I was still a good mother or not.
With that, I knew I had to call Caitlin and pump her full of details just like how my Son had done to me with cum.
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Sean was still in the shower when I left the bathroom, clad in only a simple towel that didn't quite covered the bottom of my mound. I had to admit, showering with Sean had given me a thorough soaking, worthy of investigation once I was alone.
My leg muscles were so unbearably shaky as they carried me back to my room, I felt I could crash at any minute. It was like coming home from a party late at night when I was in high school; stumbling through the halls like a drunk, using the walls as a sturdy brace to keep me upright, walking at a snail's pace so I didn't feel an oversized load of semen sloshing around in my guts.
It was unusual for the sloshing in question to belong to my Son, but I relished the nostalgia all the same. Every step I took nearly reduced me to a whimper, finding myself helplessly to the incredible feeling of Sean's cum bubbling around inside my belly.
The longer I went feeling the weight in my gut, growing accustomed to being full, the more my critical thinking returned. I left me wondering how, and why, I had just sucked my son off in the shower.
Because he had cut the lawn, right? That's how most mother's reward their sons isn't it? The more I thought about it, the more I agreed that if it wasn't, it definitely should be, since our shower was exponentially more fun than paying him an allowance. The worry and guilt was beginning to dissolve, leaving me with nothing but the unrivaled thill of having Sean's gooey deposit costing the walls of my stomach, splashing around with every step.
I caressed my belly with both hands, like I used to when I was carrying Sean as a baby, and rested my back against the wall. My eyes closed and a smile slowly spread across my face. Maybe it'd been hard to admit at first, but now I was completely committed to how blowing my son made me feel, and I wanted to chase that feeling.
I loved my son, he loved me, and we both clearly liked seeing how far I could take him into my throat. Nobody was getting hurt, so why should we stop? How could we, considering I was just rediscovering how much fun my mouth could be? "Maybe next time he'll be the one using his tongue on me." I sighed hopefully, patting my pussy mound and slipping my middle finger through the moist, glistening folds of my vagina.
My eyelids fluttered and I let out a soft purr. I didn't want to stop playing with myself, but Lucy would be awake soon and if she saw me having "time to myself" she would go ballistic, with good reason. I knew Sean didn't need any more stimulation, and if he walked out to that sight I was sure he would take it as an invitation.
Quickly, and with my fingers still dripping with beads of honey, I dashed into my bedroom and locked the door behind me. Dressing myself seemed half important, so I only threw on a small pair of baby blue boy shorts. They didn't do much to cover my bum, but seeing as I was alone, classiness was no longer my top priority.
I flopped down on the bed and groaned into my pillow, reaching for my phone on the bedside table. My fingers flew like lightning plugging in Caitlin's number, forcing me to repeat it couple times to compensate for my shaking hands. A few deep breaths settled me enough to punch the it in properly, but my heart continued racing through the four long, drawn out rings coming from the other end.
Caitlin picked up in the middle of me criticising her for taking so long to answer, thankfully after I'd already gotten the cursing out of my system. My sister answered with an elegant tone I only heard from her when she knew people were watching. "Caitlin Ried speaking, how may I help-."
"Cut the shit, Cait, its me." I didn't mean to interrupt her so sharply, but I didn't have time for her pleasantries. "Where are you right now?"
"At home, why?" Caitlin arched an eyebrow, though she knew Sophie couldn't see it.
She could probably tell based on my behaviour that something was up, and she knew I wanted to vent about that something. The more anxious I was to share, the juicier the gossip, so my sister knew she would barely have to prompt me to spill the beans. "Come on little girl, let me hear it." Years of practice had taught Caitlin that, as her baby sister four years her junior, I was a routine proprietor of the art of "kiss and tell". There wasn't anything yet to hint at an aura of sexuality to my words, but that didn't stop Caitlin from making assumptions.
"Who was it, Soff?" She teased me with pet names, pushing my patience to the point of bursting before I was allowed to relay my story. Her jokes didn't stop even when I gripped the phone with iron fingers, trying to crush the tiny machine in my palm like a stress ball. "Usher at a movie theater? Maybe a mechanic? Ohohoh no wait, was it a bouncer again?"
The cheery pitch behind my tone took a violently sharp turn, and I snapped at my sister like a disgruntled alligator. "A big, generous fuck you to you too, Cait."
"Oh, come now, love." Caitlin cooed. "We both know how hard it is for you to say no to a cock, isn't this what always happens?"
I knew Caitlin was referring to my old sexual escapades, wherein I was a young, horny teenager willing to stuff anything in my vagina if it led to an impending orgasm. "I've never cheated on Donald." I exclaimed proudly, which would have been completely true, save for the last hour or so. I felt the need to defend myself even though I knew she was right.
"i know sweetheart, I know. So, you met a new man. Start from there." Caitlin excitedly urged me to keep going, brushing off the impending judgement I saw coming my way.
"Well, not exactly." I groaned, resisting the urge to wimp out and disconnect the call immediately. I took a breath of new confidence and tried to keep subtlety in my corner. "Cait, you'd do anything for your girls, right?"
"Of course I would, Sarah and Jess mean the world to me. But I don't see what-."
"Bear with me, just for one minute, please." I was practically begging my sister to hear me out, desperate to vent everything I could about how the past 2 hours had gone. "I don't really know where to start, but I guess the ball started rolling when Sean came home today."
"Oh my goodness, my Bunny is home!" Caitlin squealed like she'd just won a free vacation, remembering all at once how much she missed her nephew. "I haven't seen him in ages, I miss my pudgy little bun-bun."
"You know he's shed the baby weight, Caitlin, he looks better than ever. You can't keep using a nickname you gave him when he was-."
"A chubby bunny?" She interrupted with a giggle.
"Yes! To be fair, the only word he knew was 'bunny'." I found it hard to not leap to Sean's defence, but it was encouraging to know none of it was made up. Sean had shaped himself into a man whom I was losing the ability to keep off my mind.
"Wow, somebody has a little mommy crush, huh?" Caitlin teased me, making kissy noises into the phone. "Well, I don't care, he's always gonna be Bunny to me. What does Sean think of this new boytoy you've found?"
"Uh, he's okay with it I guess. It's a bit strange for both of us, to be honest, but he doesn't seem to mind." My heart was thumping in a quick rhythm, the bass echoing around my chest with powerful reverberation.
"Makes sense, he's a mature boy. He knows you and Donald have been unhappy for a while, and he's always been a momma's boy so I don't doubt he would keep your secret." Caitlin said mischievously. "So, he and the new guy have met? Does he know you're fucking him?"
"No, I mean yes sort of, but no, no not really. We haven't, uh, had sex yet." I gave my head a vigorous shake, trying to work up the courage to be direct. "Do you remember a couple years ago, at the Alister's Christmas party, we were drinking on the couch, probably the last couple of people awake?"
"I remember that, we talked for like 2 hours. God, I remember it so vividly but it's like I wasn't even there, mentally, ya know?"
"Sort of, yeah." I was growing more anxious with every passing second, biting my tongue to hold from rushing the explanation. "Anyway, I remember you said something about us that I still, admittedly, think about every so often."
Caitlin gave me a soft chuckle. "I can't promise I'll remember it, I was reasonably drunk. Paraphrase it for me?"
"Sure." I exhaled deeply through my nose, silently praying this would play out the way it was in my head. "It had to do with you and I, how we were slightly too...explorative, for sisters. Do you remember that?" Hope rang true in my voice.
Whether she did or not, I got the feeling she was playing me. "Not quite, what else did I say?"
"Well, I mean, do you remember how we used to...God, how do I explain this? We were very self-educating in the realm of our bodies."
"You mean when I came back from university the first time?" Caitlin was past chuckles now, launching into a fully formed laugh. "Soff, sweetheart, I still remember exactly what your pussy tastes like. And more importantly, I remember how incredibly talented you are with those hands, wow."
"Oh, great, so you remember us having sex." I felt my body decompress for a short second, a brief reprise for my overstressed psyche before the realization that I'd used the word 'sex' tensed me back up again.
"I don't know if I'd call it sex, we were still technically virgins when we met our college boyfriends. At least, I was." Semantics, some would say. But I didn't see it that way. Fooling around with Cait was just between us, no matter what I did with her it didn't do anything to prepare me for the first time I saw a penis in person.
"I'm sure if we'd asked them for a foursome they would've said yes. Guys seem to have a permanent hard-on for the whole 'fuck me and my sister' angle, so the convincing would have been minimal." Caitlin said. 'I doubt I would've had to convince you that much either, you little whore."
"Fucks sake, Cait!" I yelled, cupping a hand over my mouth to stifle the shock. I had clearly forgotten how crass my Sister could be, and how even after all these years I had a hard time deciphering if she was being genuine.
"Oh relax, you spaz, I'm half kidding."
It might have been my imagination, but I picked up on a hint of nostalgia in her voice that had me thinking all sorts of devious thoughts. Caitlin and I hadn't been..."together", in over twenty years, but now the vault of memories had swung open and they came tumbling out.
"I kind of miss our exploring." I pouted, curling a strand of hair around my middle finger.
"I don't know how much professional exploring is usually done with mouths and fingers, but we got the job done."
"Did we fucking ever!" The two of us cackled like we were in middle school late at night at a sleepover again, gossiping about boys we imagined were gossiping about us. A brief silence led me to prompt my next question. "And it wasn't...weird, was it?"
Caitlin lapsed for a second before filling in the gap. "It was just between the two of us, so if it wasn't weird for us two then who gives a damn what other people would've thought? They don't know us, that part of us, and they don't need to. It didn't change who we are, if anything it just brought us closer."
I found strange, familiar comfort in my sister's words. Despite her being a mere handful of years older than me, she had always been known to speak far beyond her years.
"You're right, Cait. Thank you, I needed to hear that." Sometimes going so long in between phone calls to Caitlin gave me the sense that she wanted to be distant, but I was happy to find myself mistaken at her overwhelming support. Leaning on the momentum of her charitable positivity, I chose to push the envelope a little further. "Have you ever thought about doing it again?"
It didn't even take a full second for my sister to respond, and she dropped the three words she knew would send goosebumps through my entire body. "All the time." I couldn't help it, I groaned a little, and she heard. "You like that, huh Soff?"
"God, yes I do. I haven't even touched a woman since-."
"Since you had both hands gripping to the roots of my hair when I tongue fucked you at Shephard's Bay twenty five years ago? Even then it'd been ages since we were intimate, and yes I'm using the word even though I know you hate it."
"I'll let it slide." I whimpered. "I mean, don't get me wrong, if Donald wasn't around so often I probably would have already started pleading for you to come over."
"Tsk tsk tsk," Caitlin scolded with a bubbly tone. "Once a slut, always a slut, so it seems."
"Careful who you're calling names; I know exactly how to work that ass so that you'll be calling me whatever the fuck I want." I snapped, dropping the innocent tone and feeling a rush of warmth surface from the pit of my stomach as I recalled one of Caitlin's favourite fetishes.
"I guess sisters just have that bond between them."
My eyebrow arched. "What bond would that be?"
"I dunno, same parents, same genes, similar bodies, I spend enough time practicing on myself it doesn't surprise me that I can flip your switches, too."
"Ease off the horn; its inflating your ego like a cheap balloon." My eyes swam circles. "I see where you're coming from, though. It's hard to get past the taboo, but he doesn't seem to mind."
Silence. Pin-drop, gut-wrenching dead silence let me know I'd accidentally shown way, way too much of my hand. I resisted the urge to fill the silence by backpedalling into an incessant ramble, and waited to see how my Sister would react.
Thankfully, it didn't take more than a handful of painfully slow seconds before she clued in. "Wait a minute...'he'? Are you talking about your new boyfriend? Why would that be taboo, Soff?" Caitlin seemed calmly alarmed, prodding the subject further but apprehensive to learn too much about it. "I mean, cheating is taboo, sure, but not the way incest is."
My throat tightened at the mention of the word incest; the stigma of my new favorite thing was wired into me biologically and I couldn't help but recoil at hearing it phrased that way. Knowing what I was hoping to accomplish with this call, her interest served as a green flag to let me know I was picking my words well. "Just hear me out, and save your judgement for someone who'll listen to it."
"Relax! For crying out loud I haven't even judged you yet, what's gotten you so wound up?"
I swallowed a lump the size of a baseball and found my voice buried beneath the rubble of my wavering confidence. "Okay, so, you know how Sean got home today?"
"You mean like you mentioned a whole 2 minutes ago? Now you're just repeating our conversation back to me, I thought you called with juicy gossip?" She was starting to grow impatient, I could hear the pout forming through the receiver.
I had two options laid out in front of me. One: bail and tell her some bullshit story that even I knew she would only pretend to believe to end the call.
Or option two; The "risk alienating your only sister because she thinks you're slutting up for your only son" kind of option.
Swallowing my fear, I chose the latter.
The air hung heavy with a peculiar sense of silence that left me less sure of myself than I was when I first called her. I picked my words carefully, not leaving myself any breathing room to ensure Caitlin didn't interrupt me. Relaying the story back gave me a somewhat villainous vibe, so I started throwing in some extra details to lessen the judgement against my character.
When I came to the part about my son shoving his dong halfway down my trachea, I heard her take a dramatic breath. She said nothing, weighing the outcome of every line of dialogue hoping there was one that didn't go along the lines of:
"You let Sean...throat fuck you? Fuck's sake, Soff, I'm all for being adventurous but you just made me blowing that guy on the ferris wheel look like a marital consummation." She was shouting, but not angrily. There was almost a sliver of relief, like she had been expecting worse, but the overwhelming aura of desperate intrigue was what shone through in her voice. "I mean, that's probably the last thing I ever expected of you, I knew you two were close but...doesn't this count as cheating on Donald?"
"It's not like that, not at all." I stated firmly, stomping my foot but gaining nothing from it. "I love Donald, and I love Sean. I just love them in very different ways."
"Uh huh, so now Sean is gonna be the one bedding you like Egyptian cotton? Wonder if he's up to the task."
"Oh fuck, Caitlin, if you had any idea how eager this kid is you wouldn't be wondering."
"You're making me jealous, share with your sister!" Caitlin pleaded, balling up her fists and slamming them on her bed in frustration. I knew she wanted a picture, that part didn't surprise me. What surprised me was how quickly she took to the idea of Sean and me being this close.
I reasoned that our past together, dabbling in incestuous games and exploring each other past what most sisters would, gave her an edge that cut the judgement many people would have shown me.
Still, her enthusiasm was surprising and I felt urged to make sure it wasn't being played. "You seem a bit too excited, Cait. This wouldn't happen to be something you've already been thinking about, would it?"
"And by this you mean..." She tried to play coy.
"I mean my son, and his dick, and the fact that I can practically hear your mouth watering over the phone." Metaphorically, of course. But she didn't know that.
"Fine, you're right."
I waited.
"You're right about...yes, okay Sean is good looking but I've never thought of him like that I mean, he's my nephew." Caitlin was trying to ground herself, retreating back into what she knew as safety instead of branching out. "I just think we'd be lying if we didn't say he was growing up into quite a hottie."
"But he's my son, and that didn't stop either of us. You're curious, aren't you?" I was only half aware of it, but my index finger was now slowly circling my areola, teasing it to forming a firm, pink nub I could easily pinch between my fingers. As I seemed myself I felt the ribbons tying me to civility begin to loosen. "If he can gag his mother on his cock, surely he would be happy to choke his big-titted aunt as well."
"Would that be...okay? I'm a curious girl, we already knew that. But this might be too much for me." Her final sentence trailed off and I could tell she was thinking deeply. "Hey! I thought we had a long-standing deal that you would send me any dick pics you had of guys you'd slept with. When did that stop?"
"About 25 years ago, when Donald formally requested I stop blowing strange, well hung men and marry him instead." I blew hair out of my face, stifling the pang of guilt I felt at disparaging my husband in such a cavalier way.
She was right, though. For years, anytime I had met someone worth taking to bed, I made sure to forward all of their dick pics to my sister for approval. Not that I had actually let her judge my relationships on penis related qualities, but it was a fun little game.
"I haven't had sex with him yet, you goof. I can't just blatantly ask him for a pic of his dong."
Caitlin scoffed. "Yet, huh? Got a plan in the works, do ya, Sophie?" Shit, she caught me. I tried to misdirect her with a topic change.
"It sounds to me like you're desperate for a picture of Sean's dick, is that true? I think I have one from when he was a baby lying around, he used to love running around naked when he was a little guy." I rustled the sheets around, trying to make it sound like I was looking for something in my dresser drawers.
"NO!" She took the bait. "You know I want a recent one! Nobody cares about baby snakes, I want a python I can fucking gag on." This time it was laughter I had to stifle; after going this long without talking about sex with her, I'd forgotten how blunt our dirty talk was. It made sense, we taught each other everything we know.
"If that's what you want, then you picked the right nephew. I couldn't even stop my eyes from watering when he had his balls against my chin." I closed my eyes blissfully, rubbing my stomach and imagining Sean's semen swimming around my insides.
As for a picture, my mind continued to swim with possibilities; Sean had a great one of me, maybe I should get one of him to show to Cait. Better yet, maybe I wouldn't have to rely on just a picture to show her what Sean was packing. Theorizing that my sister was at least twice as horny as I was, and without a son for her to take it out on, I pitched an idea I knew would go over well. Caitlin listened with a patient ear, gasping and giving "ooooh, aaaah" at all the right places, until she culminated with an ear shattering; "FUCK YES!"
I held the receiver away from my ear and rolled my eyes, waiting for the fangirling on the other end to die down.
"You'd be comfortable with that?" I already knew the answer.
"I'll find the girls a sitter as soon as I can. I can probably be over tonight?" She sounded suggestive but I could tell there was a desperate plea behind her words.
Sadly, I had to turn her down. Tonight wasn't right for us to swarm Sean with Mommy-love, as per my plan. Instead, I convinced Caitlin to give the night to Sean and I, whatever I thought that meant.
"I hope you know what you're doing, Soff. Your kid has huge feet, so I can only imagine the damage he's gonna do on you if he gets in there." My sister warned me lovingly.
I chuckled at her use of the word "if", like there was any chance I'd even bother inviting Caitlin over without the promise of getting her off.
"It's getting really late, I should call it a night. I'm here if you wanna call again, I love you."
"I love you too, Cait. I'll call you tomorrow and tell you how it goes tonight, okay?" She agreed and we hung up, severing contact until our rendezvous tomorrow.
Though it was difficult, I convinced her to wait until tomorrow by promising one, very particular, condition. Much to my dismay, and Caitlin's outburst of joy, I was cornered into promising Caitlin she and my son could do the one thing I wouldn't even let Donald do.
Synapse cannons fired off in my brain, letting the stomach-churning reality set in all at once. I was going to let my Son in my ass, and I didnt know whether I was trembling from nerves, or unexplainable excitement.
But I was ready as hell to find out.
****
My bare feet stuck to the chestnut brown hardwood floors as I silently crept downstairs, adding little suction sounds to my small steps as I descended to the living room.
After my eventful phone call with Caitlin, I hadn't the capacity to put on anything more than a long sleeved shirt over top of my shorts. I never thought twice about how I dressed around my kids, so going without a bra wasn't uncouth. It felt different now, knowing there would be prying eyes watching me prance around half-dressed.
Sean and Lucy were taking up opposite ends of the couch, both facing the TV, leaving the middle cushion open. My theory was that they did this so when they started fighting, their insults had time to gather momentum before slapping the other person across the face. That, and a safe distance to avoid hard-flung fists.
I entered the room in the middle of Lucy giving her older brother a long, overly detailed explanation on why they weren't going to be watching anything on the Discovery Network, and why Sean should "kindly go fuck himself, thanks".
Her words, not mine.
If I hadn't broken them up, it would have escalated to a full blown slapfest in mere minutes.
"Lucy, your Brother got home today, at least wait the customary 24 hours before you start bugging him?"
Lucy flung the remote at Sean and hit him in the shoulder. "Momma's boy." She retreated into the safety of her phone screen, effectively sealing away from Sean and I.
"Damn right." Sean muttered under his breath, exchanging a knowing look with me. I gave him a little wink timed with a commanding clap to bring his Sister down to Earth. "You, with me, in the kitchen."
"What? What did I do?" She whined, flicking her phone off and casting her face in shadow.
"Nothing, yet." I folded my arms over my chest. "Which is why you're going to help me with dinner, for a change."
"Why the hell doesn't Sean have to help?" She complained.
"Because," I looked to the boy in question. "He's had a long drive back from university, which he chose to attend this year-."
"Mom, we've been over this."
"I'm not finished, Lucy." I forced my tone to grow angry, but I felt nothing of the sort. Thanks to my shower with Sean, I was feeling bubblier and happier than usual, but I couldn't tell her that. "He's been working all year, making his own meals and doing laundry by himself."
"What a fucking chore." Lucy was growing bored, I had to pull her back in before I lost her to her phone.
"Excuse me, young lady?" I let a menacing growl sneak into my voice that gave her goosebumps visible from the doorway. "He's my son, if I can take care of him, I will. Sean has been doing chores for me all day and as your mother, I'm telling you to help me. I'll find work for him, you know your Brother hates cooking."
A grumble of discontent was all Lucy fought back with, dragging herself off the couch and marching to the kitchen with heavy, grumpy footsteps.
A smile crept on to Sean's face; it seemed this commanding stance got a rise out of him. Good to know. Rather than follow hot on the heels of my grouchy daughter, I teased my Son a little bit, to feel the rush I felt on my knees in the shower, by offering him an ultimatum.
"Hey, hot stuff." I whispered, cocking my head to the side curiously. Caution told me to keep eyeing the door in case Lucy decided to make an unannounced reappearance.
"Hey, Mom." Sean said, greedily absorbing the image of my body's every inch, not bothering to concentrate on keeping his mouth from hanging open. "You look...really great."
Whether or not that was true, I appreciated the compliment. I hadn't done anything to doll myself up, so seeing such a bewildered reaction to my natural, low-effort self was something only Sean had ever shown me. "Thank you, sweetheart. I have an idea, if you're up for it."
"Always."
"You don't even know what it is yet, what if I do actually make you clean the gutters?"
Without missing a beat or shifting his gaze, Sean replied; "As long as I get to have you at the end of it, I would crawl through fire."
'Have me'. Is what he had said. Not have sex and with me, or fuck me, but he wanted all of me. I choked up a bit, flustered in a way that reminded me of trying to talk to cute boys in highschool so many years ago, before I discovered how to really "talk" with them.
I seductively slid my boy shorts down over the hump of my butt, turning to the side just enough to Sean could see the swell of his Mother's round, succulent bottom silhouetted against the dim light coming from around the corner in the kitchen.
"And what will I get from Mommy as a thank you?" Sean spoke softly, no anxiety peppering his words, with a boldness I wouldn't let go unrewarded. I felt the plague of goosebumps appearing on the back of my neck and welcomed their arrival.
"What do you want from her?" I purred softly, daring to drop my bunched up cotton shorts even lower, to keep his attention where I wanted it. Even when I spoke with the sexiest voice I could, Sean was transfixed on my ass, just how I wanted it.
His gaze was unwavering, and I had the sinking feeling that my Son was wordlessly telling me he had already picked his favourite part of my body, regardless of how talented I was with my mouth. To be fair, I was intentionally swaying my butt back and forth, and I had been doing squats lately, so the attention was warranted.
Sean hadn't responded to me yet, so I subtly prompted him. "See something you like?" I bit my lower lip, waiting for his approval of me like a schoolgirl looking for attention while giving a final little dip to pop out my lower half.
"I don't see anything I don't like, you're flawless, Mom." It didn't feel like Sean was trying to swoon me, he was stating an indisputable fact that even he was having trouble comprehending. "If I clean the gutters can I have...her?" His wording was awkward; I had never had my vagina referred to as a "her" before. Seeing as "she" tightened in response, pinching out a small droplet of honey from between her creamy lips, I don't think she minded one bit.
"We'll see how clean you get the gutters, okay? I don't wanna make enormous promises just to get a lazy job out of you." What was wrong with me? I was asking myself over and over again, but nothing could compensate for the guilt, or adrenaline rush, Sean gave me.
"Wow, Mom, I've never had a girl let me...back there." He exclaimed, making me wonder why I hadn't noticed it was my bum he was gawking at. I assumed he was eager to return to his first home, but perhaps he had other plans.
"Have you ever tried it?" Sean was riddled with curiosity, tightly wound like a Hitchcock thriller.
Technically, I had. But it wasn't something I had done with a man before. Caitlin had always had a wild fascination with my ass; she said it was so thick she couldn't help but leave handprints in my flesh.
It happened one night, after pestering me for an entire hour, I finally caved and allowed my sister to play with my ass. I swear to God she was less like a kid in a candy store, and more of a kid in charge of an entire candy factory; she was in absolute uninterrupted euphoria the entire time I let her (gently) prod and push her fingers into my inexperienced hole.
Once I was used to her fingers, she introduced me to the wonders of her mouth. To this day I can't even picture anal without first imagining her tongue buried between my ass cheeks, sloppily sucking at my puckered butthole.
We only did it a handful of times after that, each attempt becoming rougher, until I finally had to stop her to save myself from being ripped in half. I'd always been interested to try it again, with a real dick, but hadn't found an opportunity where I actually wanted someone, man or woman, to really give it to me in the one spot I felt so fragile.
My stomach churned with freshly hatched butterflies as it slowly became clear that the opportunity I was looking for might have presented himself to me. Regardless, I wasn't ready for that yet, and Caitlin would have a field day if she knew I'd caved to anal sex without her, so I pushed it to the recess of my mind. Still, I left a mental sticky note on the idea that read "revisit later; with Cait."
Rather than clue Sean in on my history with anal, I let him think I was a tad more pure than I really was. "Never, not even your Father. I never let him in her." For added effect I smacked my ass and turned just enough so the light bounced off my skin, juicy handfuls of meat rippling for his amusement.
My babyboy was staring in wonder, giving more praise to my teasing than I had ever received from something so slight. Considering he'd already seen me completely naked and knew what the back of my throat felt like, I didn't imagine something so tame would rile him up this quickly.
His reactions were never disingenuous, never faked for my benefit, he was genuinely and unequivocally obsessed with seeing me naked. Much to my surprise, I had nothing but similar feelings I was aching to return in the most devious of ways. Truth be told, I felt like a teenage slut the way I was craving attention from my Son, sexual or otherwise, I found myself attracted to simply being near him.
"You can have her one day." I grabbed onto one cheek and the doughy flesh oozed over my fingers, earning saucer-sized eyes from Sean. "But not yet, despite what my shower may have implied, we're gonna start taking it slower."
That wasn't entirely true, but I needed a way out in case everything got too...real, I suppose. "So before we do anything else, I'm gonna need those gutters cleaned." I winked playfully and stomped my foot, snapping him from his daze. "So, big guy, the gutters sound like a fair chore, or what?" He nodded and took off like a rocket, not bothering to hide the enormous bulge in his sweatpants.
In fact, and I'm sure he did this part on purpose, his cock brushed against me as he slid past me until the hall, slowing down so that I could feel the heat from his crotch radiating like a furnace near to my own heat source. We were only pressed together for a couple seconds, yet it took every ounce of restraint in my soul not to collapse into Sean's arms and pin us against the wall.
When he was out of the room, I finally had a chance to catch the breath I had found so fleeting amid our palpable tension. My heart was trying its hardest to burst from my chest and I didn't want the feeling, the rush, to stop. My pulse returned to normal, but my thoughts were still whirring a mile a minute. I had to pull myself down from the clouds, where my Son proudly dominated my concentration, in order to convince myself to start dinner.
I went through the motions on autopilot, coasting through the meal-prep without a single shred of brain power dedicated to actually cooking. At the height of my fantasizing I wouldn't even be able to tell you what I had chosen to make.
I didn't feel like myself, I felt young again. The last time I had experienced this infatuation was in high school with my first boyfriend, back when making out was considered a serious commitment. These thoughts were so different from my usual harmless sexual daydreaming, featuring whatever golden bodied, pinnacle of prowess was in the spotlight that week.
No, these were moments of bliss where I imagined nothing but my Son's arms around my body, his lips latched onto a nipple like when he was my baby, and his cock stuffing me to my heart's desire.
My heavy daze prevented me from hearing my name called, even after Sean shouted it for the fourth time or so. I turned and blinked like I had woken from sleep to see my boy standing in the kitchen doorway covered in sweat, nail beds full of dirt and gunk. "What happened to you?" I asked.
He shot me a look of concern. "Gutters, remember? You do remember telling me to do them, right?" His smile dropped. "Don't tell me I did this for nothing!"
I offered him a sympathetic smile, abandoning subtlety as I dove straight for his dick, grabbing it through his thin cotton shorts and giving the spongy head a small squeeze. "Baby, I'm kidding. It's about time they got cleaned out, I've been asking your Father for weeks."
As if on cue, I heard the door beep indicating Donald had opened the front door. All he had to do was round the corner and he would see Sean's meaty cock resting comfortably in my palm. And if he looked even closer, he would have seen me salivating.
Until now, the taboo carried little weight, since it was just between us. But hearing Donald return home had made it abundantly clear that it would only take a second, one single moment, to derail everything I had set in motion. I didn't want Donald to know anything, or rather, I didn't want him to even think there was something to know about that he didn't know about. All that realization set in and I leapt back from Sean, banging my head on the cabinet behind me with a sharp CRACK.
"Sophie, honey? You okay?" Donald droned from the front hall.
"I'm fine, but fuck that hurt." I rubbed the back of my skull while Sean rooted through the freezer for a cold-pack.
"Hey now, watch your language for crying out loud, our kid is home." Donald laughed jokingly as he waltzed into the kitchen, oblivious to the boner Sean had stealthily flipped up into his waistband. He dropped his coat and suitcase, leaning in to give me a light peck on the cheek and Sean a firm handshake.
"God dammit, I wish he was Sean." I caught myself thinking sour thoughts towards Donald, so for the sake of our family I put on a brave face and called Lucy to the kitchen for dinner.
We ate through dinner in mostly silence, save for the sound of Donald tapping away on his phone while he ate. It was set down on the table, so every touch set off a tiny vibration I could feel on the other side of the table. "Honey, do you have to do that now?" My faux smile was on full display.
"Dear, we've discussed this." He didn't grant me the courtesy of eye contact. "I have a company to help run, they need me there. So, if I'm going to be here, I also have to be there, okay?."
"I need you to be here, Donald." I said through gritted teeth. "Why don't you talk to your Son on his first night home in months?"
He rolled his eyes, hoping I wouldn't see it with his head tilted down as he begrudgingly pocketed his phone. "Okay, if that'll help get you out of this mood of yours." What an asshole. "So, Sean, what are you gonna do tomorrow with your first day back on the old block?"
Sean grumbled something about relaxing, giving his Father minimal attention. Ever the ignorant, Donald didn't notice his disinterest and kept talking about how they should go to lunch with some of his colleagues the next day, essentially inviting him to a stuffy business meeting. "Come on, it'll be good for you to make some new connections. It's all about networking, you know, Son?"
My temper reached a boiling point and I saw an opportunity to release some rage. When Donald finished, I turned to Sean again. "Actually, I think you have some chores to do tomorrow."
"Sophie, he has all summer to do chores, let me spend some time with him if that's what'll help you...settle down." He was trying to deliver his condescension gently, but I wasn't about to let that slide.
"He's staying home, and that's final. I missed my Son, I don't want you scampering off with him all day." I snarled, pushing my food around my plate to direct the conversation away from me. "Lucy, hon, what are you doing tomorrow?"
Always eager to win the affection of his daughter, Donald perked right up when she started telling "Daddy" about her upcoming day at the beach, followed by a house party that same night. She, along with Donald, would be gone all day. My nerves started buzzing at the realization, the same way they used to when my parents would leave me and my Sister in the house alone for the weekend.
I flashed my Son a smirk across the table and he caught it instantly, returning it with an unabashed wink. His foot brushed up against mine and I felt my heart flutter, reminding me of the thrill of trying to keep our secret. His toes continued to wander until they were mere inches away from by panties, testing the my warmth. I was sure Sean felt it, with the way a smile crept onto his face the longer his toes ventured.
I had to admit, I was growing fond of Sean's boldness. It seemed as though the more comfortable I made him, the less he saw me as a matronly figure, and as more of a woman. A woman who, against the laws of nature, was seriously considering having sex with her Son. Then again, wasn't this sort of the most natural thing in the world? Perhaps my brain was finding ways of reasoning to sooner get Sean between my legs, but the more I thought about it the more I began to unravel my guilt. I knew Sean wanted to do it, he'd probably even do me in the pantry if I told him I was ready to go now, but was I really ready?
The thought gave me a little chuckle, provoking interest from Donald. "Everything okay?" He hoovered down a spoonful of mashed potatoes, sans eye contact.
"Fine, sweetheart. Everything is just fine." Now it was my turn to avoid eye contact, though it was to deter my Husband from seeing how dramatically our Son could get me to blush through a burst of endorphins.
I spent the rest of the meal with my head down, pretending I had an appetite for anything other than Sean.
***
The clock on my bedside table brightly flashed 11:15 pm in bold, red lines. The only other light on was in the bathroom where Donald was completing his nightly ritual. I, on the other hand, was in bed going over the news he'd just dumped on me.
"I'm sorry, you have to do what?" I tried to keep my voice down, but hushed whispers couldn't contain my disdain.
"Keep it down, Soff." Donald urged, eyeing the door like one of our kids would come bursting through at any moment.
"Don't call me that, only Cait calls me that and you know that, so why do I have to keep telling you, Donald?" My voice grew louder as I spoke longer, until I was out of breath. "Explain to me why, after not seeing your son for 8 months, you would take this stupid vacation?"
"It isn't a vacation, that's what I'm trying to tell you." He pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing deeply. "It's for work, everyone from work is going."
"Who is everyone, exactly?" I folded my arms across my chest and arched an eyebrow as high as I could. "Is Amanda going?"
He said nothing for a moment, like he considered lying before realizing I wouldn't have made it easy to get away with. "Yes, okay yes Amanda is going, she works with me I can't make her stay home just because you're so-."
"I'm so what? So jealous, right?" I was trying not to sound shrill. "Well fuck me for being jealous, or distrusting, or crazy, or whatever you want to call me. But when my Husband kisses another woman I shouldn't have to find out about it through your work friends."
"I told you I was sorry. We were drunk, the office went out for cocktails and the two of us just...made a mistake." Finally, I was seeing shreds of shame.
"I've heard the story, thank you, it doesn't warrant repeating." Either way, I knew Donald would continue to defend his actions despite regretting them.
"She's in a relationship now, and this isn't a vacation it's just work focused. We'll be doing team building exercises and work shopping product development all day, it's all about investing in synergy and group cohesion. Hardly the place for romance."
He threw buzzwords at me to keep me distracted, so I played along. Truthfully, I didn't give a shit what he was doing. "Fine, forget I said anything. I could use some time to myself, go on your little retreat."
He groaned like a bear and slid into bed, placing himself as close to the edge of the bed as he could. "Thanks, sweetheart. I knew you'd understand."
I rolled over and shut my eyes as tight as I could. "Goodnight, Donald."
He stayed silent.
Minutes ticked by as I tried to get to sleep, but dreams eluded me with all their might. My brain was drugged up on full blown lust and sleeping beside my snoring husband was somehow not stifling that. I was an addict in need of a fix, and admitting that to myself stung a little bit.
I knew just down the hall from me was a dick waiting to be serviced, so I did what absolutely no sane mother would do. I got out of bed, and I got dressed for my Son. I was currently wearing a baggy sweatshirt and shorts for maximum comfort, but I wanted to look good.
No, scratch that. I wanted to look amazing, for him.
I slipped into a vibrant red babydoll that cut off a couple of inches above my knees, and was stunned to find it had never been worn before. There wasn't much in the way of support for my breasts, if I spun around too quickly they would crash against each other like rolling waves. I never realized how white the untanned portion of my breasts was, but seeing them witj my bronze tan lines, contrasted with the vibrant red lingerie, they really popped. There was something extremely eye catching about seeing three different colours bouncing around when I swayed my boobs back and forth.
I did a sharp turn to see how my skirt would keep up, but ended up exposing a fair bit of my bum to the crisp night air. I gave it a light smack, relishing the sound echoing around the bathroom, challenging me to do it harder. I brought down my palm with more force this time and watched in the mirror as my bottom absorbed the impact, sending out a little ripple like a pebble in a pond.
I had hit myself so hard enough that my other cheek quaked as well. The two mounds fed off each other's energy, wobbling back and forth even after I had poised myself to take another hit. This time I nearly squealed when my hand came down with a THWACK, startling me half as much as it stung. Despite that, I was mesmerized watching my bum taking the punishment and turning a luscious, rosy pink in the process.
I felt a tad silly admiring my own body in such a way, but for years I had felt like it was something I should be neutral about. I never cared very much about how I looked, my kids always came first when I was in my prime. After Donald and I stopped being intimate (sorry, I know, I hate that word too) I fell into a lull where being attractive seemed frivolous. Sean was finally pulling me from that void and giving me the confidence I had back in university, where I was a young, dumb, hot twenty something who had no trouble getting a man.
Staring at my reflection, I could finally see that girl coming back for the first time. I tried my hardest to imagine myself in Sean's shoes, what it would be like to see his Mother dressed up, just for him. I only prayed he wasn't asleep already; I was growing as impatient as I was horny and it was compounding by the minute.
I exited the bathroom with a deep breath, hoping to steady my nerves. Suddenly every creak and groan from the floor was an alarm bell alerting the warden to my daring escape. I crept along the creaky floorboards with feather-light feet, stepping in all the right spots where I knew there would be minimal noise. Down the hall, Sean's room was pitch black, but it would take more than that to discourage me.
I reached his door but couldn't bring myself to open it right away. I had peeked behind his door while my Son was sleeping many, many times throughout his life, as most Mothers will do. But tonight it was taking every modicum of will I had just to grip the handle.
It was serene, as if I wasn't really conscious. How could I be at my Son's door right now, preparing to open it dressed in an outfit that begged him to have sex with me, knowing I had watched my baby boy sleep in that bed so many times?
"Oh, Sophie, I hope you know what you're doing." I mumbled to myself as I opened the door, holding my breath to hear if Sean was awake or not. His breathing was low and constant, taking very deep breaths. I had a few seconds to prepare before I actually woke him up. His bed was big enough for both of us to fit side by side, and then some, so he didn't even stir when I climbed in beside him and tossed the covers over my half naked body.
He was still asleep, completely unaware of my presence. I stood over him for a moment watching his shallow breathing, wondering if he was dreaming of me as much as I day-dreamt of him today.
"Okay, Sean, time to show Mommy what you can do." I whispered, planting a kiss on his forehead.
His eyes snapped open and scanned the room to get his bearings before landing on my face with a confused look. "Mom?"
"Hey, sweetheart." I combed my fingertips against his scalp and gazed longingly into his dark pupils. "Is it okay if I sleep here tonight? Your Father stole all the blankets and I need someone to keep me warm."
"But it's summer?" He gawked without a clue.
"Stop poking me with logic." I wrinkled my nose. "Can you please shut up and hold me now?"
I nestled my body into Sean's arms, burying myself as deep into his chest as I could. His massive arms encompassed me and gave me a sense of peace, rubbing my shoulders and playfully toying with my blonde hair. He was taking deep breaths with his nose pressed to my skull, savouring the mango & coconut aroma wafting towards him. "You smell great, Mom." His husky voice carried an edge to it when he kissed the top of my head, a deep rumbling I could feel vibrating out from his chest.
"I taste great too." I winked with equal parts sexy and cheesy, kissing him without warning. He kissed back with as much effort as his groggy sleep state would allow.
"You're right, you do. What is that...cherry lip balm?" He asked, nibbling on my bottom lip and tugging on it softly. "Delicious."
"I think my other lips taste a whole lot better, do you wanna find out?"
I swung one leg over Sean and climbed on top of him. His hands rested on my thighs, just below the skirt of my babydoll. "You look incredible, Mom." His eyes were wide enough to speak for themselves. "Did you buy this...for me?"
Truthfully, I hadn't. But that doesn't mean I had to let the opportunity go to waste. "I knew how much you'd love your Mommy dressed in red. I'm sorry the underwear doesn't match."
"I think it'll be fine, Mom. What, uh, what colour are they?"
I played up the teasing and kissed my way up Sean's neck, nibbling on his earlobe. "They're a really nice creamy white, almost a sort of peach, I guess?" I whispered to him, wondering if he would get the hint without having to feel around.
His interest was clearly piqued. Sean's hands slid further up my thigh and bunched up the skirt, exposing my bottom to the air. He felt around for evidence of said underwear, but instead found only bare skin. "Mom, you aren't wearing panties." As if I didn't know that already.
"I know, honey. I wanted to bring out that adorable face you make when you're speechless." I smooched him again and was greeted by the aforementioned face. "There! That's the one!" My taunting was having an unexpectedly quick effect on Sean; I could already feel his boxers tenting up. Since that's all he was wearing, Sean didn't even have to be fully erect for me to feel his cock bump against my bare pussy.
The thin barrier of fabric separating us was tightly pulled around the head of Sean's dick, keeping it from entering me, but only just. I was firmly grinding my hips against my son, pushing my weight down to stop him from springing up and losing control. I worked myself into a groove, stirring up a noticeable warmth deep in my belly that grew more intense as I gained speed.
My hands traced over my son's naked body as I felt my way around his chest like I was reading braille. I couldn't stop myself or stay in one spot for too long, I liked letting my impatience get the best of me. Sean's chest was heaving steadily with his deep, concentrated breaths, encouraging my hands to explore the muscular body I was so proud of creating. I paused for a moment when I reached his heart, bewildered by how fast the thing was beating.
Keep in mind, this is the boy I hugged after he ran his first cross country event in high school, and I remembered feeling the powerful thumping of his heart against my chest when I embraced him at the finish line. But that was still nothing compared to the machine gun speed he was experiencing now, and I felt my motherly instincts kick in.
"You're nervous, huh baby?" I cooed softly into his ear.
"A little bit, yeah." He said sheepishly. "Is that weird?"
I kissed Sean's neck as reassuring as I could, letting my lips linger. "Not at all. I'm actually kind of nervous, too."
"Really?" For some reason, he didn't believe his Mother was a nervous wreck upon inciting cowgirl with her Son. If that wasn't enough to bring some anxiety to the surface, then feeling the pulse of his heartbeat through his cock definitely was.
I was prolonging the foreplay for as long as I could, afraid that once I let him inside of me, my Son would never see me the same way again. "You tell me; feel Mommy's heart." I grabbed him by the wrist and guided his palm over my breast, placing my hand over top of his and pressing down so he could feel the rapid fluttering for himself. "I haven't had sex with anybody except for your Father since I married him, and I hate to be the one to tell you, but you're somewhat larger than him."
"I am?" Sean didn't even bother trying to conceal his pride, practically blinding me with how bright he beamed.
"You are." I smiled gleefully, feeding off his burst of happiness. "I don't know where you got this thing from, maybe it was your Grandfather?"
With our lips still locked, I tried to take off my babydoll without breaking the rhythm. I had barely gotten it up over my bum when Sean stopped me and insisted; "Let me do it."
I relinquished control of the fabric and let him take hold. Surprisingly, he didn't immediately try to undress me. Instead, he let me smother his shorts in my juices and went to work playing with my ass. Neither of us dared to be the one to break our kiss so we remained connected at the waist and lips, twisting our tongues together and swapping spit like a couple of horny teenagers.
Feeling his hands against my bare bum startled me at first; heightened sensitivity due to my spanking earlier. Still, I knew that was only part of the answer. The real reason it felt so different was the sheer passion Sean was displaying, pouring over my body with interest in every detail.
He was anything but gentle, unconcerned that it was his own Mother he was roughly toying with. My cheeks gave no resistance when he dug his palms in and took a greedy handful. The meat of my pudgy bum oozed like putty between his fingers. He lifted up the skirt of the babydoll and spanked me, like I had earlier, conjuring a yelp that was thankfully muffled by our lip lock.
Closed eyes entrenched me in the moment, letting my kissing become sloppy and lazy so I could, in turn, allow my mind to focus on Sean's touch. For so long I had felt apprehensive about my bottom half; I could never get it toned down to the smaller size I wanted it and felt like it didn't fit the rest of my body.
Sean, on the other hand, had no such thoughts. He tucked his hands under the swell of my bum, where my legs ended and curved out to form two juicy bulges, and cupped the bottom of my ass with his thumbs. I was finding it hard to maintain my balance as my butt was jiggled, accompanied by small clapping sounds when he pushed my cheeks together.
Of course, he was making it do that on purpose, but it felt oddly enjoyable being massaged with such aggression so I took no issue. All the motion stopped, however, when I felt him place his fingers deep into the crease where my pussy had created a gooey mess of honey. He managed to get a grip and pulled my ass apart like he was readying himself to enter it, but instead he kept it held wide open so the chill of the air could tickle my butthole.
Once he was satisfied he had spread me enough, he rearranged his hand so his middle finger wasn't being used to stretch me. I wasn't expecting him to be such a confident adventurer but Sean was prepared to keep going until I said stop, which I sincerely didn't want to do. I was honestly so willing to give Sean anything he wanted that I didn't know if I would tell him no, even though anal had always been forbidden to all but my sister.
Feeling his finger lingering over my backdoor gave me a rush of memories, namely my recent promise to Caitlin. I wanted her to be there the first time Sean fucked me in the ass, essentially taking my anal virginity all over again. The couple of times Donald and I had tried were trainwrecks; it hurt too much the first time when he got past the head, so the second time he made sure I couldn't resist.
It hurt, a lot, and by the end he took to covering my face with a pillow so he couldn't hear me pleading for him to stop. We hadn't done it or talked about it since, so anal was somewhat of a black mark on our history. I knew the only way Sean would ever get inside my bum was if Caitlin was helping him, and I think he could sense my reservations; I couldn't stop myself from clenching up defensively as soon as he made contact.
"You don't like that, Mom?" His voice carried pebbles of disappointment, but was full of concern more than anything.
"I'm sorry, honey, it's not that I don't like it." It was pretty obvious to me at this point that if Sean wanted it, I would likely give it to him just so I could see him happy. Even though my brain was screaming NO, I didn't want that to be what came out of my mouth. "It's just...kind of hard to explain."
Thanks to me running my mouth, Sean now knew he was bigger than his Father, but he didn't know by how much. If I told him, it would make a lot more sense why I wasn't eager to take his monster cock in my ass, but I didn't want him to know that letting him back there would equate to the thickest thing I'd ever taken in there.
"How about today you make sure you know how to please your Mommy's pussy, and if you do a good job I might let you have a little fun back there...someday." I winked and pecked him on the nose, no point in spoiling the surprise for him. "But, first things first, we have to get these boxers off you."
"And we have to get this dress off you." His eyes lit up.
"You got a little distracted playing with Mommy's bum, huh?" Cue the immense blushing.
"Can you blame me?"
With his focus regained, Sean bunched up the bottom of my babydoll, slowly lifting the garment above my breasts, off my shoulders, and then onto the floor.
The way Sean stared at my breasts made me feel like I was on the receiving end of a teen movie cliché. He was wide eyed and slack jawed, looking like he was laying his eyes on his first pair of breasts. "Honey, you saw me naked in the shower, remember?"
"I know but...they're bigger from down here." He was probably right considering I was towering over him, boobs wobbling back and forth so my nipples dragged across his face. He was gawking up at his Mother's breasts like a baby bird waiting to be fed.
I bent over so my nipples were lined up with his mouth, making sure one of the pink caps ended up sealed between his lips. As soon as he had a hold of it, Sean started sucking on the rubbery surface, giving me a torrent of nostalgia I'd been longing for. My hands instinctively crept under the back of his head, supporting my Son while he hungrily nursed on my breasts. He had definitely gained better control of his tongue since we last did this, and was using it to gracefully manipulate the sensitive nub without being overbearing.
But then, just when I got comfortable I would feel his teeth lightly press into the milky white breast meat his face was drowning in, followed by a long, tender lick from his tongue. The slimy texture was foreign on my skin; I'd never felt something like this before.
Sure, I had kissed plenty of guys, but I had never had anybody actually drag their tongue across me like they were trying to taste me. That's the impression I got from Sean; I had never seen such unbridled lust before, except in movies where it always looks forced, but my Son didn't look like that. He was experiencing absolute joy, now that I had given him an opportunity to be friendly with my breasts.
The shower was nice, but I wanted to make it about him. Now it seemed he was more than willing to repay the favour, and I was happy to let him. Rather than take the lazy route I decided to make good use of my hands, arching my back so there was enough space between us to shimmy his boxers down, but only to his knees.
"I can't reach down any further if you don't let go of my boob." I got no reaction. I'd have to pull him out of his daze if I wanted any communication. "Okay, if you just wanna play with my chest that's fine, but I guess that means I got this wet for nothing." Cue an instant reaction in the form of my nipple being released from his mouth with a small pop!
"I didn't know I was doing so well." Liar.
"Oh, sweetheart, you are." I innocently batted my eyelashes and placed Sean's hand in mine. "Do you want to feel how wet your Mommy-slut is?"
He nodded, dumbfounded.
"Then you have to let her take your pants off." I was still tugging at his boxers to no avail, unable to reach back far enough to remove them.
"Not yet." He was still side-tracked with my breasts. "Your tits are too good to pass up, Mom."
I flicked Sean's ear and he gasped: attention gained. "Your Mother doesn't have tits, Sean, I have breasts. Tits are how a stripper earns tips."
"What's the difference?"
"You didn't breastfeed from tits, baby, you breastfed from me." I pushed my boobs together and his eyes turn from pinholes to saucers, hopelessly hypnotised as I dug my fingers in to the white flesh. "Don't you think they deserve some respect?"
Sean buried his face between them, trapping his mouth and nose in soft breast meat until he reached the center of my chest and planted a kiss between them. "I never thought about that, sorry, Mom." His voice vibrated against my boobs and I couldn't help but giggle. Okay, not a dainty little giggle, it was more of a surprised yelp laden with laughter.
He recoiled. "Are you okay?"
"You're trying to tickle me!" I mashed my breasts together again, trying to shake off the warm, fuzzy aftershocks. "Take your pants off, young man. Don't make me count to three!" His grin was contagious enough to end my ruse pretty quick, and in a matter of seconds I was reduced to begging. But for the sake of my character, we'll call it 'persuading'.
"Okay, you win!" He kicked his drawers off with a few easy flicks, what a show off. "See? Easy! Now sit down, Momma." Sean started his hands at my knees, his palms firmly pressed against me as he slid them further up my thighs. Their path ended at my waist, subtly pushing me downward until I felt his cock sandwiched perfectly between the lips of my vagina, instantly dousing his entire girth with the cream dripping freely from between my legs.
Maybe it was all the previous muscle memories of toying with myself the same way, albeit with a flimsy piece of silicone, but my anticipation didn't prepare me for the pulsating heat I felt radiating off my Son's cock. I closed my eyes and devoted myself to the sensation of his dick dragging over my clit in a steady rhythm, with only a single stroke to get us in tune, as though we had been practicing together for years.
One particularly firm stroke threw me off balance and I instinctively shot my hands forward to balance myself before I fell. Before I could even open my eyes to see where my hands had landed, I felt Sean's large, encompassing hands catch me and tightly interlace our fingers.
"You knew that was gonna throw me, didn't you?" I accused between bated breaths.
"Well, you are kind of delicate." He teased without allowing even a hiccup into his grinding. "I figured I might have to catch you."
"You think I'm delicate, do you?" I increased my pace, but unlike his Father, he was somewhat of a natural at keeping up with me. My plan backfired, but his bare cock against my clit was a wonderful consolation prize. I gave up on trying to control our speed and let Sean take charge. All I could do was bear down and ensure that each forceful push made contact with my clit, pushing my hips down to angle the sensitive button towards my Son. Sean was in a trance that I didn't want to take him out of, particularly now that his eyes were closed.
An idea crossed my mind and I didn't bother to think about it twice; my plan was fool proof.
I grabbed Sean by the wrists and guided his hands to my butt, gingerly using them to spread myself once they were planted on me. "Don't let go." I whispered into his neck, removing my hands. He couldn't help but gently knead my ass and timidly pull me open a little further, but they stayed glued to me.
Sean's grinding was slower now, more deliberate. "Keep going." I encouraged him with a whisper, nibbling on his earlobe. I had not been this nervous when I lost my virginity, but something in me needed this to go right, so I fought back my anxiety and let my instincts lead.
"Are we ready?" I was asking myself more than I was asking my Son. I didn't need him to answer, his body was telling me "yes" all over. I matched his timing and made sure that the second he pulled back his cock, my hand wrapped around the base of his shaft. Without breaking stride Sean lurched forward again, only this time he didn't touch my clitoris.
My son effortlessly popped between the folds of my vagina, pushing my gooey juices down with it as the fat, throbbing head sunk deeper and deeper inside of me. Every inch he fed my pussy was swallowed up with an unabashedly hunger. I had never been so full before, yet my walls earnestly made room for our guest until his hips were flush with mine, his cock nuzzled firmly against my cervix.
The hairs on the back of my neck stood up and a cold shiver ran through my spine, which slowly grew into a glowing fire brewing in the pit of my stomach, as though I had swallowed lava. With his cock firmly embedded in the depths of his Mother's vagina, Sean started pulsing, fluttering against my cervix like his persistent bulging would open me further.
Neither of us spoke; there was nothing to say. All of the guilt and emotional weight I had experienced vanished as though it had never been, and I fell unconditionally in love with having my Son inside of me. Unlike the times I would play with myself, I didn't have any clawing, desperate need to get myself off in record time. When I was alone, my toys never sat still for this long, especially my vibrating ones, but that state of mind was absent here.
I think a part of me was waiting, wanting, for him to take control, momentarily forgetting that I was the one on top. Dragging his cock out from within my warmth was a disappointing thought, but I was getting antsy, so I raised my hips and let a few inches of Sean's fat cock ease out of me. I gasped loudly, but Sean's grunting drowned me out. Neither of us were prepared for how good it felt to fill, or be full of, each other.
My insides were used to intruders of a decidedly smaller size; not even my toys were able to give me such a fulfilling stuffing, but Sean's girth was proving a welcome challenge. I needed to see how much I could take before I really started aching. I plopped down into Sean's lap and my globular bottom bulged out like a pancake under my weight.
I thanked myself for maintaining an interest in pilates for so many years, I loved having an ass I could be proud of, just as I'm sure Sean thanked me for my tightly developed grip. I happily conformed my fleshy walls to fit around him, trying to milk and store every drop of precum from his balls. My pussy knew it was being fucked by someone special, it knew the prize we were facing was one to treasure.
Sean's bulbous head was perfectly poised so as not to fall out when my ass rose, waiting to be swallowed whole when I plummeted down again. The constant pounding was forming a knot in my stomach where I could feel my Son hitting each time I impaled myself on his throbbing erection, so I aimed to change pace.
I grabbed my Son by each side of his head and pulled him up to kiss me. His muscular arms encircled me and pulled me down into his lap as he rose to a sitting position, keeping his lips locked with mine. There was something to be said about communicating wordlessly and getting exactly what you want from your partner; Sean and I were in perfect harmony. The knot in my stomach uncoiled itself as I slowly eased my Son into me, taking the time to feel him gingerly peel me apart rather than punishing my body with his full effort.
Once he was buried to the hilt I began steadily rocking back and forth, carefully trying to release some of the pressure on my cervix. Sean did a wonderful job of keeping me held tight; one hand nestled between my bum cheeks and the other on my shoulder so he could pull me down to meet his strokes. My breasts flattened over Sean's chest as he brought me as close as he could, creating a mountain of squishy boob between us.
Sean placed his lips in a seal around my nipples, jutting out like bullets, and sucked them while flicking his tongue over the bumpy surface. His sucking grew harder until I felt him pop it from his mouth, retrying the same tactic on the creamy skin like he was sucking on a giant, puffy marshmallow. His sucking left a small red ring that stood out noticeably, successfully branding me with his own personal hickey.
The longer we stayed in this position the more I felt civility leaving me, giving way to lust. Sex with my husband was always done with the objective of impressing him, or at least doing a good job, and that's something I had always considered to be my job. Archaic, I know, but we married young and nothing ever changed. The differences being that now, looking like a mess of sweat and tangled hair, towering over my own son, I felt sexier than I ever had.
I was thoroughly enjoying being so close with Sean, but the fire in my gut needed more in order to burn at its brightest. There was a moment of weakness in him and I took advantage by pushing him down onto his back and taking control. It didn't last long, as the second I closed my eyes to bask in my newfound power, Sean dethroned me. I didn't register what was happening before I was torn down and thrown to the blankets, snapping my eyes open to see Sean hovering over me with a goofy smile.
"See?" He winked, withdrawing from me and leaving me feeling empty. "Told you; you're fragile."
He spread my thighs apart and climbed between them so he would have uninhibited access to his mother's pussy. My heels dug into his back in an effort to bring him closer and he followed mercifully, equally uninterested with the idea of leaving his mommy's clutches. I didn't have time to pout over his absence; his cock dipped between my lips and I swallowed the inflated helmet, cooking up a bubbly, gooey mixture of precum and my own nectar that threatened to leak out should I be left unplugged for too long.
Sean plunged his cock into the creamy pussy and stirred me up, filling all the space I had left. I clenched with all my strength, forcing a bead of wetness out of me that dripped down between my butt cheeks, gliding over my asshole and sending a tingle through my legs. I couldn't help but groan and dig my nails into his shoulders as he inched out, preparing for the next moment where I knew I would be made to stretch for him again.
My Son held himself over me, leaving me very little room to move as I squirmed around beneath him. The oncoming waves of pleasure encouraged me to lose what control I had left.
"Mom, are you okay?" He asked with concern.
It was then, when I finally took a breath, that I realized I had been holding it for more than a few seconds. "Y-yes sweetheart, I'm fine." My eyes fluttered open in response to hearing him refer to me as 'Mom', and I'll be damned if it didn't trigger something major in my brain.
"It's just that you-."
"Stopped breathing, I know, I'm okay." I stroked his face reassuringly, an instinctive mothering move that I'm sure works better when my face wasn't contorted in a pre-orgasmic glare. "Just...keep fucking your Mother, baby. Your Mommy-slut is gonna come really, really soon, so can you-."
"Can I do...this?" Sean interjected, tilting his hips down so his next thrust was aimed squarely at my g-spot. The head of his cock dragged against the velvety soft spot at the top of my vagina and sent fireworks into my eyes as he did. I couldn't manage to respond, but I must've nodded 'yes' because Sean replied, "Okay, Momma, hold on tight."
I bit into his shoulder just enough to inflict a touch of motivational pain. Each thrust was directed with precision against my g-spot, giving me just enough relief in between to catch a small amount of breath. My eyes were shut so tightly I was seeing stars appear behind my eyelids, their size building to a crescendo until all I could see were fields of white with blue and yellow spots dancing on the horizon.
My toes were curled so intensely the muscles began to cramp, and the same thing was happening over the rest of my body. I shivered like a leaf but my Son held me close, undoubtedly benefiting from the fleshy vice constricting his cock in a slippery death grip.
I gave myself to my orgasm, falling out of touch with reality as I moaned like only Sean and I existed in the world. I had to muffle myself with his shoulder again but he didn't seem to mind, bearing into me as I bit down harder. My ankles locked around his legs and he got the message, obediently holding himself as deep as he could so each of my convulsions had something to hold on to.
Sean covered my mouth to silence the whines that I couldn't contain. "You've gotta be quiet for me, Momma." He insisted, but his wording only served to encourage me. My tingling brain was made of fire, igniting like gunpowder down my spine causing my back to arch with Sean still inside of me, bumping my g-spot again. This cycle happened over and over; I would tense up and arch my back when Sean brushed my inner button, then relax as he withdrew, only to feel my muscles constrict when he sunk into my depths again, hitting my g-spot every time on the way down.
Lucky for me, my son is a patient man. Sean rode my orgasm out with me and waited until the final wave ran through me before he started to pull back his cock. After being embedded in me for so long, enough suction had built up that made my walls and lips want to cling to my Son with dire desperation. "Stay." I urged, digging my nails into the back of his head and pulling him in to kiss me, until I was satisfied he wouldn't be going anywhere. "Now baby, if you love me, you'll keep fucking me."
"I still am, Mom." He laughed like I was making a joke.
"No, you aren't, you're just resting inside of me." I made sure he was looking into my eyes so he knew I was serious. "I'm telling you to fuck me. Can you do that?"
"Yes, Mommy." He treated me to my favourite smile in the whole wide world.
"Yes, Mommy-what?" I teased, waiting for his playful return response.
He gave a slight chuckle and pushed his fat cock into me, taking me off guard to fill up every small space he had left to fill. "Yes, my Mommy-slut." He cooed between kisses across my neck. I tried to remain in the dominant role, but found that it wasn't nearly as much fun as letting my Son take the reins.
I got the feeling that he had been holding back, despite my assertion against fragility, as he now gave in to the urge to pound his Mother with gradually increasing speed. I wasn't going to tell him to stop; I wanted to see what my Son would do with me before I brought him down to Earth. Every handful of strokes he would make the next one a bit quicker, so it didn't take long before I felt him bottoming out once or twice every few seconds.
My tightness was starting to fade, my pussy was telling me it was giving up trying to maintain elasticity, but Sean didn't seem to mind one bit. In fact, when I formally relaxed I heard him groan with excitement. "How did you somehow just get even softer?" He found the time to beg me amid a mounting assaulting against my tender, velvet tunnel.
"Don't ask silly questions." I demanded, transfixed watching him slide into me at such a fast pace, my tummy, breasts, and thighs all rippling without a moment's rest. Our foreheads were pressed together, sweat forming on out brows. He was pounding me awfully hard, and he sure as hell wasn't doing it for my sake. My hands rested comfortably on his neck with my thumbs rubbing behind his ears to give him a subtle reassurance that I could handle the rough treatment, no matter sharply I squealed.
I edged my thumbs up and down, subtly soothing his racing brain like only a Mother could, calmly rubbing behind his earlobe and tracing down over his jawline. That had always worked when he was a child to stop him from over-processing, and bring out an old technique yielded a similar result.
The sheets beneath us were soaked through, but still I could feel more wetness bubbling to the surface. My body was remarkably in tune with Sean's, like a practiced call-and-response, I made sure I was feverishly wet to endure his forceful pounding. This allowed the thickness of my Son's cock to be encased in wetness all the way down to my cervix without skipping a beat, knocking against the womb he was created and held in, expressing an insatiable desire to refill the emptiness in his Mother's tummy.
"B-b-baby?" My words were rushed and breathy as I tried to condense them into a whisper. He didn't respond, face unflinching, and I knew he was too far lost in being deep inside me, so I tried again with a new tactic. My hand crept underneath him and reached his balls, allowing my fingers to wrap around the base of the bulging sack, and I gently tug on them until he let out a gasp. "Can you hear me now, baby?" I kissed his chin with a cheeky smile and he nodded with a sharp grunt.
"Oh good, baby. Momma can feel your balls pulsing, they're getting real tight, do you think you're going to come for me soon?" My words intentionally carried a begging tone, and Sean only grunted his affirmation. "I can't believe I'm saying this. I haven't let your Father come inside me in years, so this isn't safe at all, but-."
"But if I pull out, it'll be fine." He kissed me and pushed me into the bed, flattening me against the mattress.
"Well, yes..." Intent on getting I had a nervous rumble in my stomach that told me I was crossing a dangerous line, but that wasn't nearly enough to deter me from crossing it. "But if you don't pull out..."
Suddenly, I had Sean's undivided attention. "What...do you mean? I have to pull out, right?" He was desperately looking for me to prove him wrong. So many Sex Ed classes had taught him that there was an objectively safe way to have sex. And to be fair, that's true, and it was comforting to see my boy play safe.
But that wasn't the fun way. I wasn't as afraid of the risk as a teenager hopped up on newfound kinks would be. I had years of horniness building up under the surface and I wasn't passing up the opportunity to feel cum splashing inside of me for the first time in almost a full decade.
I gave his bulging orbs a squeeze, they were so achingly full I couldn't believe he walked around all day without getting to empty them in a healthy way. "Are they always like...this?" I raked my nails from the bottom of his shaft, over his balls and towards the bridge connecting to his asshole, tickling him before circling my palm around his sack again to keep them warm.
"Pretty much, they always feel this heavy. I shouldn't complain, though, you've gotta spend all day lugging these around." He jiggled my boobs around and let them bump into each other. "At least I can drain my balls, these have been huge ever since I was a kid."
Just the mention of him depositing his cum into me only served to excite me further, in a way I don't recall ever feeling for a stranger filling up a latex balloon. Now, knowing my Son's seed was about to come flooding into my womb, I was trembling helplessly with anxiety but I wanted, or needed, to see where that feeling would take me.
"Do you want to pull out?" I asked hollowly, taking an intentional pause before providing a second option. "Or do you want to help me make a little brother for you?" My brain doubled back on itself, wondering if I had really just said that out loud. The look on Sean's face asked if I was serious, and I had to ask myself the same question.
Was I worried about getting pregnant again? Not necessarily, I knew today would be safer than most, but the mere concept was sending shivers all the way to my toes. Something primal within me wanted Sean to breed me, to put his baby in my belly despite, or because of, the undeniable risk. The stigma of a mother letting her child impregnate her would rightly incur scorn, but tonight I was longing to be more than just his mother.
"Are you sure? Like, really sure?" Sean didn't want me to deny him, but I knew that my "okay" was the only thing stopping him from unloading in me. He was nervous too, but his desires were instinctive as well; the impulse to spread his seed had taken over, and his body wasn't listening to the worries of his mind. "What if I get you-."
"I know, baby, you might." My voice jumped to a squeak. "But right now that isn't enough to stop me, so I'm not thinking about that right now." That wasn't entirely true; my newfound impregnation fetish was starting to sound more and more enticing. Every sane part of my being was screaming at me to stop my Son from coming inside of me, but at the moment those parts didn't have nearly enough control. I gave Sean's balls once last reassuring squeeze, priming them for an explosive release, before moving my hands to his chest for stability. "Baby, can I get back on top? I want to feel you dripping out of me."
The request was barely processed before Sean tightly pushed his chest against mine, pinning me firmly to the bed and wrapping his arms around me. We rolled in tandem to the other side of the bed to put me on top. My hands latched to his chest and rooted me in place, giving me an anchor so as to bottom his cock out with as much force as I could endure.
I was reading every sign my Son gave me, and they all told me he was about to cum, so I wanted him to know I was ready for it. His cock had grown thicker due to the powerful little pulses rippling from the root of his girth up to the swollen head, and I knew exactly what that meant.
With his eyes closed he still managed to catch a handful of my hair and pull me down for a kiss. I responded instantly with an equally enthusiastic tongue lashing, keeping him tense and focused on dueling my tongue while I worked my plump pussy lips up and down his length, until only the head was resting motionless inside of me. I flexed my muscles and worked the slippery, throbbing egg, feeling the firmness pushing back against my smothering. The rest of his cock was begging to be swallowed up into my gooey pussy as well, but I wanted to bring my Son right up to the edge before I pushed him off.
I balanced myself just right, so that I was tightly constricting underneath the bulging crown with only the tip sealed inside. I pulled back, dragging my fleshy insides up and over the spongy head. His guttural moans told me I was doing well, but my goal was to milk the semen straight out of his massive balls, so I wasn't going to stop until I did.
"Mom, oh my God, I'm gonna cum." He blurted out, unable to hide the disbelief that he would direct that sentence towards me. I was experiencing the same surreal feeling; I didn't think I would ever hear an orgasm preceded by "Mom", but at this point I wasn't even surprised that I enjoyed it. "You're gonna make me cum, oh my God!"
"That's my best boy, cum for your Mommy." My nails dug into his pectorals to show him how serious my demand was. I, too, had grown tired of the shallow teasing and was craving something more than short dips. I dropped my full weight down into Sean's lap and wiggled my hips back and forth, forcing my pussy to make room and take him balls deep.
His cock head dragged against my depths, waiting patiently to deposit a large helping of sticky cum into my waiting womb. The length of Sean's dick shuddered briefly before stiffening to granite, stubbornly pressed right up against my cervix with no intention of relenting, despite hitting bottom. I made sure to clench down ferociously in an effort to cocoon his member in velvety soft walls, and create the perfect environment to accept and store all of my Son's baby butter.
One particularly powerful flex engorged the thick vein running down the center of his cock, priming his cock like a syringe with a heavy dose of sperm and allowing a second contraction to inject the white goo into the deepest part of my pussy. My lips were closed tight enough that he didn't have much room to leak out, and I slowly felt what little space was left inside of me being flooded with warm cum. As he let go of one burst after another, I naturally relaxed my body and allowed Sean's cum to gently expand the walls I surrounding him in, giving an extra few centimeters to contain even the smallest addition to my already bulging collection.
My cervix halted his sperm from sinking further, and it built up like a river to a dam. As the bubble of cum grew, it became warmer with every drop my Son donated to my hole. It was looking for a way out of my hot, sticky pussy, but I was clenching too tight to let it escape, forcing his buttery cum to churn in my pussy and marinate in a swampy concoction of our collective syrup.
"Mom I-I'm still l coming." Sean gasped, intentionally flexing his erection to spurt the last few ropes of cum out before the flow turned to a dribble. My poor boy was so used to finishing in his hand that he didn't anticipate how his much cum his mother would pull out of him. I expertly milked every powerful emission I could, proving how talented I was at extracting more cum than he thought he could provide.
Little drops of his seed were still making their way out of his balls, but his body was too tired to eject them with the same force as his first donation. What was left was calmly trickling out and hoping to find a home deep in my pussy.
I laid my head down on my Son's chest, rising and falling at the mercy of his spastic breathing. His cock was losing rigidity but I didn't stop massaging him. He was tucked snugly in my kitten, bathing in our juices and trying to stay hard as long as possible. I would have loved to stay together until he got hard again, but I didn't think either of us had the energy to muster up round two.
Both his balls were sufficiently devoid of cum, but he continued to throb in vain, obsessively trying to up his odds at getting me pregnant.
Oh, fuck. Pregnant.
The last time I had a pregnancy scare was in college. It ended up being a false positive, but after feeling how much was sloshing around inside of me I was pretty sure my odds were worse this time around. I didn't want to alarm Sean, it had been my idea to let him cream me, so if I showed regret he surely would too.
It was hard to process that his children, my grandkids, were swimming around my vagina at that very moment. Every movement gave them a new pocket of air to fill and it was impossible to shake the sensation of his cream seeping to the bottom of my pussy. His cock was still semi-hard when I moved to raise my hips off of Sean's lap, and he did his best to lift his body with mine so he didn't slide out of me as intended.
"Sean, baby, can you pull your dick out of Mommy for just a second?" My eyes were begging with desperation, and I'm sure my whimpering betrayed the calm demeanor I was attempting.
I kept my hips raised and he begrudgingly let him fall, taking his time on the drop. The bubble of cum sitting comfortably against my cervix was threatening to pop, and as I felt the bulging head of his cock start to withdraw, I found my vagina wasn't bluffing. All it took was an inch or so of room for his semen to notice my lack of constriction and start dripping faster than a popsicle on a summer day.
Oozing like thick pudding from my hole, Sean's cum followed his cock until it finally popped from my clutches. I sighed defeatedly, wishing he could have stayed there forever. Long strands of glistening white cum were led out of me, following the cock stretching me as it made room on it's way out. The moment his dick left from my grip, I loosened exponentially. With nothing keeping me held open, I realized how worn out my pussy was when it stayed open on it's own. The poor thing was gaping open, if only slightly, giving his cum a way out.
It felt like two full loads of cum raced to get out first, and resulted in a second, smaller bubble forming just behind my opening. A smaller amount would have clung to his cock and fallen out by now. Having so much fill me up had created a sort of vacuum with the suction Sean's dick created by plunging into me with so much force.
I eagerly reached down and positioned my fingers under my slit. Without even having to push it out, my creamy dessert started to trickle into my palm like warm, bubbly honey. It fell through my fingers and dribbled across Sean's pelvis, but he didn't seem to mind. The viscous goo clung to my hand, moving slowly now that it was out of it's extra lubricated hole and on my skin.
I lifted my hand and, in a trance, couldn't stop myself from bringing it close to my mouth. Against my lips I could feel how warm the mixture truly was, and I longed to have it stuffed back inside. Cum was still dripping out of me, leaving my mouth wide open to hungrily gulp down the reward stuck to my fingers.
Sticky ropes swung between my digits, linking them together like webbing. I pushed my pinky into my mouth and savoured the salty flavour run over my taste buds. I didn't swallow yet, instead pulling my first and middle finger apart and laying the cum strand between them directly on top of my tongue. I slurped the second helping to the back of my throat but held it there, dragging my tongue against my palm and collecting the quaking pool of cum it held. Like sucking spilt milk off a table top, I pressed my lips to my palm and gobbled down the remains of Sean's semen with an audible slurp. Sucking each of my fingers off one final time, then checking to make sure I had eaten every morsel, I rolled the cum around in my mouth and let the salt dance over my tongue.
It took two tries to swallow his whole load, but once it had collected at the back of my throat I managed a hearty gulp and felt the mass of semen creep down my throat towards my gut. The warmth slid down my gullet and plopped into my stomach, eliciting a faint coo that I couldn't withhold. I made a show of it by rubbing my belly and throwing him a wink. "You're yummy."
"You're welcome- I mean, thank you?" Poor boy was all flustered watching his Mother feast on cum. He looked down and saw how much had emptied into his lap, laughing at my sheepish grin. "You made quite a mess."
"I think we share that blame fifty-fifty." I let the final, painstakingly slow drops of cum release from my pussy, adding to said mess. "Uh...okay, maybe sixty-forty? It's hard to hold that much in there?"
"Is there any left?" He raised an eyebrow, moving his fingers towards my slit.
"Let me check." I beat him to the punch, putting two fingers to my slit and let them claw their way inside, digging at the walls of my pussy, still slick to the touch. Sean watched breathlessly as I rummaged around his former home, hoping I could discover a few more hidden dribbles. "I think I'm empty, for now."
His eyes sparkled. "You want to go again?"
I was taken aback; nothing can prepare you for the unrelenting enthusiasm of a young man given access to a willing hole. "Right now? I don't think so baby, I don't really know how long I've been in here and I'm nervous we might have woken your Dad."
My pouty boy gave me his best puppy dog eyes, but to no avail. "Please, Mommy?" My brain shivered hearing my adult son call me that, and the context made my inner lips tingled with delight.
"Patience, sweetheart, I have plenty of surprises for you tomorrow, all you have to do is wait for them." I booped his nose with mine and began to climb off him, but I'd barely lifted one leg when he wrapped a hand around my neck and tugged me down to his level.
I saw the anticipation in his eyes, and managed to duck my head under his arm before he had a solid grasp. "Uh-uh, not tonight."
I honestly would have let him go again if he hadn't caved, but I beamed with pride seeing my Son respect my decision. "Okay, but I'm holding you to that!"
"Oh honey, you won't have to. I'm looking forward to it as much as you." Albeit with more anxiety; I periodically remembered that I'd promised my bum to Caitlin, and vicariously to my Son, so every reminder gave me goosebumps and unsteady nerves. "I think I better go, your Father might wake up."
"You already said that." Sean proclaimed. "He's a heavy sleeper, there's no way we woke him up."
"And if we woke him, I doubt he'd even be able to hear you fucking me all the way down the hall." I teased my Husband about his hearing all the time, but never in such a callous way.
"Once that cuck's vision goes, I'll be able to have you anywhere I want you!"
I didn't have a response to that; I hadn't expected Sean to take jabs at his Father like I did, it felt like something husbands and wives do with each other. Listening to Sean disparage his Father stung me; I already knew how much it would crush Donald to find out I was sleeping with his Son, but I thought Sean had more respect for him than that.
"Sean," I began quietly. "I don't want to hear you talk about your Dad that way, ever. Okay?"
"But you do it all the-."
"Do as I say, not as I do." I commanded defensively. "At the end of the day he's still your Father, he deserves your respect."
"Respect? I already fucked his wife-."
"Watch your language!" I snapped, pointing a menacing finger at Sean. "I'm not 'his wife', I'm your Mother, and you will treat me as such."
He lowered his head in defeat, and I knew I'd upset him. "Sorry, Mom." He said without eye contact. I was fine, after so many years, to adapt my feeling towards Donald, but I felt guilty knowing I'd changed Sean's mind as well. Now, I was afraid I'd messed up my family dynamic for a quick fuck. "It's just that-."
"Don't apologize. I can't ask you to treat your Father with more respect than I do, it's not fair." My brain was wrestling with internal conflict; I knew I'd made a risky call, and had to live with the fallout, so why was I more excited for the future than afraid of it?
My Son didn't seem bothered so I tried to adopt his cavalier approach, stifling my oncoming anxiety. "I should head back, are you okay?" I knew Sean was doing great but it was natural to over-ask.
Even in the dark I could see glimmers of moonlight reflecting off his pearlescent grin. "I'm awesome, Mom." He squeezed my hand tight. "Are you?"
I nodded mindlessly, unwilling to lend credence to my fears. "I love you." Was all I could think to say before rolling from underneath his covers and exposing myself to the frigid atmosphere of his bedroom. My Son was growing groggy, and fast, as I watched his eyes fighting with the natural inclination to succumb to sleep after a bout of bedroom fun.
My babydoll was hardly enough to combat the unforgiving chill of the hallway. I scampered to my room holding my skirt between my legs to try and keep out the cold, forgoing any element of stealth. Every creak and groan was present on my return journey, but they didn't scare me the way they had on my way to Sean's room. I was burdened with a secret I knew I'd have to carry with me forever, but found momentary solace in knowing I wouldn't have to keep it alone.
Caitlin was still slated to see me tomorrow, something I didn't know I had been looking forward to so greatly. She was the only person besides Sean that I trusted to keep quiet, and if it hadn't been so late at night I would've called her for morale support. Instead, I promised myself I would call her first thing in the morning. She would want to hear all about this, and despite her jealousy I was sure she would be excited to hear the news.
The news that I, against all my better judgement, had just let my Son have sex with me. And tomorrow, I was gonna let him do the same thing to my Sister.
I released a pent up sigh. "Sophie, what are you doing with your life?"
And the little devil on my shoulder poked me, leaning in close to whisper to me; "Whatever the fuck you want."Mother of Love Ch. 03
Sophie calls in Aunt Caitlin to help wrangle her Son.
Author's Note:
Hey folks! I know this is a bit late; I wanted to ensure I could release it alongside Ch. 4 to force myself to stop procrastinating.
Thank you for your support, I love this community <3
*DING-DONG*
The familiar chime of our doorbell bounced down the hallway and into the kitchen, snapping me out of my haze and renewing the anxiety I had been avoiding all morning.
Shit, already? It can't be ten yet! I checked the oven clock and cursed myself for letting time get ahead of me. I'd barely slept a wink after my night with Sean, so time was bending itself as it always did after a lack of sleep.
Donald had left for his retreat only a couple of hours ago, and wouldn't be back for at least a few days. Lucy was gone as well, having left before I was out of bed, without so much as a note, much like I would have at her age. I knew she wouldn't be home until tomorrow morning at the absolute earliest, and when she did come home, she would be belligerently hungover.
With the house empty except for a still-sleeping Sean, I had invited my sister over in the hopes of flaunting my son in front of her. Granted, I planned on letting her have her fun, but slow, methodical teasing was still in the cards.
Lo and behold, though not to my surprise, Caitlin turned up early. She rapped on the door, hard, not letting common courtesy deter her. "I know you're home, Sophie! Let me in, you slut!"
"It's open!" I hollered from the kitchen, tossing the dishtowel on the counter before smoothing down my skirt.
Caitlin burst through the door with a mischievous smile on her face, scanning the front hall for her nephew. "Where is he?" She was a starved lioness being teased with supper, and patience was not on the menu.
"First of all, it's nice to see you, too." I opened my arms for a hug, and Caitlin embraced me as tightly as she could. She resumed her search and asked, again, where my son was. "Somebody's eager, I see."
"Is that a bad thing?" Her eyebrow peaked, but she gave up her search and turned her attention to me.
"It is when you're screaming my name and calling me a slut for all my neighbors to hear!" I folded my arms across my chest. "Was I unclear about the importance of discretion?"
"Okay, okay, sorry!" She held up her hands as if to defend herself from my verbal punches. "To be fair, I haven't seen him in a while, and I talk to you every other week. I was a little afraid you might start without me."
"I promised you I'd wait, and I've been good." I winked. "Silly me, how can I possibly ask you to prioritize your own sister over some dick?"
"Some dick?" She was taken aback. "The way you talked about it; I'm expecting this to be the dick. Like, the dick of all dicks."
"I'll let you judge for yourself," I said, to which Caitlin clapped her hands excitedly. I shushed her, gesturing towards the stairs. She toned her enthusiasm down and bit her lower lip to stay quiet, though she remained unabashed in her excitement to witness my son's size for herself.
I pinched the shoulder of her knee-length jacket and arched an eyebrow. "Why exactly are you wearing this thing? You're aware it's summer, right?"
Her eyes rolled so far back the whites of her eyes threatened to eclipse her vision. "Oh please, I have more on my mind than the weather. But I didn't want to walk around wearing this." Before I could ask what "this" was, Caitlin peeled off her top layer and my eyes jumped from my skull.
Underneath her jacket was a shockingly revealing dark black full-piece bathing suit that did next to nothing to hide her body from prying eyes. Ample cleavage threatened to spill out from the skintight garment, though her bulging ass cheeks were in competition to escape first.
I had always teased Cait that she looked like Katy Perry would have if she'd opted to have kids fresh out of university, with just enough of (what I affectionately referred to as) the "Mommy-pudge" that came with having children.
Admiring how she fit herself into something so small caused me to miss the diamond cut out in the fabric over her tummy, exposing her belly button and pushing the tiniest bit of mommy pudge through the hole. This wasn't from her usual wardrobe; she never wore anything this revealing unless she was trying to impress somebody, which she hadn't for many years.
Caitlin had always been a fair bit taller than me, and her proclivity towards high heels didn't help. Even now, in open-toed flats, she managed to look down on me, which is expected of an older sibling, but I had my own advantages over her.
My breasts were too large to be considered "modest." It ran in our family, a famous complaint of our mother, but we learned to work with what we had. What Caitlin had, against all sensibility, were a pair of breasts even larger than mine. Perhaps her taller frame permitted them to grow so impressively. She'd sacrificed some of their pertness after having children, whereas I managed to retain a subtle bit of perk that most mothers have to say goodbye to when they start breastfeeding.
Caitlin was one of those mothers, but she was far from upset about it. She would argue, often, that hers were the better pair. They swung low, not quite to her belly button, but low enough that when she bent over, she could get them impressively close to the floor without falling over. It was next to impossible to contain them in a commercially available bra, so seeing her with nothing but a weak bathing suit to hold them back meant they would likely escape if she wasn't careful.
Though her outfit didn't show it, her two jiggling mounds were capped with dark, puffy nipples, compared to my bright pink ones, with slightly larger areolas. The suit mainly served to accentuate her curvy figure and make her booty, hidden underneath laughably small denim shorts, look much bigger than mine, even though I remained the reigning booty-queen of our duo. I cursed myself for not wearing something sexier, but a quick self-assured pat of my rounded, pear-shaped bum alleviated those woes.
"Like what you see?" she said, brushing a strand of dark brown hair over her ear and feigning ignorance, posing like a traditional pin-up girl against the doorframe.
I hadn't even realized I was staring, but quickly averted my eyes under scrutiny, blushing profusely. "You know I do." My gaze unconsciously wandered back to her. "Those aren't your shorts."
"Right you are!" She stuck a thumb under the waistband and showed what little room she had to squirm around in. "They're Allie's."
"I don't think I'd be able to fit into Lucy's clothes." To be fair, Caitlin was hardly fitting into hers, either. Her bum was peeking out from under the garment, looking for attention now that they were given a chance to breathe. "They don't look all that comfortable."
"They really aren't, but I didn't wear them for my own enjoyment." She reached around her sizable backside and jiggled the exposed flesh, ripples moving beneath her shorts.
I momentarily forgot why I invited my sister over, but it all came rushing back in a bout of mild panic. My entire night had been spent anticipating her arrival, but now that she was standing in my foyer, I was aware of how peculiar our situation was. "I didn't tell him you were coming over."
"Should you have?" She strode further into the house with me hot on her heels. "He would have said yes, so we might as well surprise him."
"I guess so." I tried not to let the anxiety seep into my words, but Caitlin knew me well enough to catch it. She shot me a knowing look as I searched for comfort. "I'm not overreacting, am I?"
"Soff, baby, you have nothing to worry about." Her tone was soft and reassuring. "I know we haven't been...intimate in a while, but I really miss you, and I miss Sean, too."
"I hate that--"
"Word," she said, finishing my sentence. "I know you do, but it's true. I don't even remember what your pussy looks like, let alone your tits." She reached out and cupped the latter, rubbing her thumbs across my clothed nipples until tingles woke me up from the inside out. "Let's just...hang out for the day, and see where it takes us?"
My nerves subsided a little bit. Caitlin always knew how to talk me down, and truth be told, she was right. I was paranoid for all the right reasons--inviting my sister over to tag team my son was certainly unfamiliar territory--and I hadn't given myself more than a day to consider the repercussions. I didn't really imagine anything would go wrong, but my worries persisted despite the assurance of my instincts.
I changed the subject to keep myself distracted. "So, you dressed like...that, just to come 'hang out', is that right?" Now it was my turn to arch my brow with suspicion.
"I dressed like this because I don't want to look like his aunt if I'm going to let your son fuck me."
"If?"
She paused. "You're right: when. Speaking of when..."
I waited for her to finish, but she must've thought I caught her implication. "When what?"
Cue a second eye roll. "Your bum, remember? You promised! Is that still a when? Or has it been downgraded to an if?"
Fuck. I forgot.
"I'm...well, uh, I'm not really sure." This was true. I knew that I had promised her, and vicariously my son, entry to my backdoor. Caitlin's state did not waver, prompting further honesty. "I'm nervous. Nobody has been back there since...well, you."
"Nobody?"
"I don't count Donald," I spat dryly. "We've only done it twice, and I haven't enjoyed it with anyone since you." Even with Caitlin at the helm, I wasn't the biggest fan of having my bum explored. Truthfully, knowing how intensely most men loved anal gave me incentive to let my son try at least once, but it was a lie to say I was worry-free.
"Sean isn't Donald, and you know that. Donald barely helped raise the kid. Lucy has more of him in her than Sean does. Your boy is all you--be proud of that."
I blushed almost as much as I had seeing Sean naked, and I was grateful for it. "Thank you, Caitlin. Can we just sit for a minute? I don't wanna wake Sean up yet. I imagine he's pretty tired."
"I could go for a tea." She plopped down on the sofa. "You have quite the adventure to tell me about. Care to spill?"
With the kettle on and two mugs prepped with bags of Earl Grey, I sat on the sofa next to Caitlin. "Where do I even start?"
"At the beginning." Easier said than done. The 'beginning' didn't exactly start the night before.
So I told her how it began. Complete accuracy would be impossible. I was unaware, or unwilling to admit, for a long time that my feelings for Sean did more than confuse me. He was my first child, so I never questioned the way he made me feel, but when Lucy was born, I realized it had always been a different kind of love that I harbored for Sean.
I loved Lucy very, very much, that won't be questioned, but it was not in quite the same way I fell in love with her brother. Experiencing strictly parental love for her made me question if I could ignore the way Sean excited me. He made me feel like I was young again, chasing a boy in daydreams as often as in real life, superficially aware that it could never be.
All that changed when Donald, Lucy, and I went on vacation without Sean a number of years ago, I explained. Unable to remove him from my mind, I started sending photos of our trip that had a very 'wish you were here' vibe to them. Before I understood what I was doing, or why, the photos began to take on a life of their own, aching for Sean's attention for reasons I could not explain.
I took to adding flirty captions, posing in ways a sother shouldn't, and sending them directly to him instead of tagging them on Facebook. I told myself I was just having fun; we had always been a tad flirty but without analyzing why that was. I ignorantly assumed it was how any sother would behave in my shoes. If I had taken a moment to consider my actions, I may have seen what my brain was subconsciously vying for, but instead I was complacent in pretending we had a normal relationship.
The change of dynamic was not lost on Sean. His responses became more verbose, his replies quicker and more frequent until I was essentially spending the whole trip in a PG-13 sexting haze with my son. Nothing we did ever crossed the line, so I thought nothing of it, until one night a fiendish idea crossed my mind.
Before we began to drift, my wearing a bikini all day was a constant turn-on for my Husband. He took more revealing photos of me in that short week than he ever had, before or since. One particularly engrossing photo was known to rev his engine, so I saved it to my phone in case I ever needed a secret weapon.
The need for such a weapon came when I was feeling under the weather one night. Not wanting to halt the festivities, I opted to stay in while Donald went to a bar with a couple of the other husbands we had met on our trip. Lucy was off with some guy, leaving me all alone with my thoughts. I wouldn't say I'm immune to jealousy, so halfway through the night I wanted to send Donald that particular photo just to get a rise.
At the sound of the kettle I filled our mugs, setting the tea to steep. I went on.
Staring at my phone, I told her, message loaded and ready to fire, I succumbed to my routine of the week. Before I had even typed Donald's name in the "To:" line, my fingers took charge and put in Sean's name instead. While I initially laughed off the mix-up, a moment of reflection elicited strange, unmotherly emotions that I wasn't strong enough to shake.
A teeny, insignificant voice pleaded with me to reconsider, but my mind was made up. I internally promised myself to play it off like an accident, though it was anything but. I sent my son a photo clearly displaying a healthy portion of my vagina and most of my bottom, stained with recently acquired tan lines, and both my breasts hanging heavy from my chest as I bent over. It was one of the sexiest photos I'd ever seen of myself--and Sean should have never seen it.
But if he hadn't, we wouldn't be here, would we?
"Wow." Caitlin was (almost) speechless, both hands wrapped around the mug she had yet to drink a single drop from. "One photo is all it took, huh?"
I shrugged. Knowing my sister so often craved attention, no insult meant, now that I had hers undivided, I made good use of it. I sipped my tea. "Hard to say. I don't know when he started feeling like I was more than just his mother, but that photo seems like the thing that made the biggest difference."
Caitlin bit her lip again, this time likely unaware she was doing so. "Speaking of, uh, big differences, does he take after his Father?"
I tried, I really did, but I couldn't hold back a hearty chuckle. "Absolutely not, and thank God, right? Do you remember, and I mean this was years ago so it's fine if you don't, but do you remember that night--"
"When we saw Dad's dong?" Caitlin was fully aware of my point and cut me off, all but foaming at the mouth as she did. "It was a sleepover, right? I kinda feel bad for the other girls there, but when he gets that drunk, he doesn't notice anybody. Not even his daughters."
"Or our many, many friends."
"Friends that love to tease, evidently. They didn't let that go for years." She took her first sip of tea and scrunched her nose. "Not sure what there was to tease about; if Sean has half the package he did, I'll be a very happy auntie."
A brief silence unfolded and I wanted to give Caitlin a chance to process, so I nodded my head towards her mug. "Cold?" I asked, grabbing her cup.
I placed my empty cup on the side table and took hers to the microwave. Our house is open-concept, so as the buttons beeped on the machine, I only had to raise my voice a touch to call to my sister. "And how would you feel if he was, perhaps, a bit bigger than Dad was?"
"Shut up!" Rapid footsteps approached the kitchen. Caitlin popped her head around the corner, eyes like frisbees. "Don't play games with me, Soff. That's a tall order to fill."
"Fill being the understatement of the year." I sheepishly nodded down towards my lower half.
"Oh my God, okay, please shut up? If you aren't going to wake him, you're going to have to distract me, like, fucking ASAP." Caitlin was joking, but not entirely.
"I mean, look, it was dark when we saw Dad, but Sean is...I've seen it up close." That wasn't enough for her; she was eagerly waiting for the conclusion to that thought. "And he's large, to say the least."
Caitlin clasped her hands together and held them to her chest with a glow that suggested she'd just been asked to prom. "Oh, thank God he is, I didn't wanna drive all the way out here for anything less than average--I've got that at home in spades."
"So, you just have no qualms about cheating on your husband? That's not...weird to you?"
"Extremely weird," she said, nodding, "but that didn't stop you, did it? Sometimes you have to do things for the greater good."
"The greater good, meaning..."
Through her shorts Caitlin patted her clam. "The greatest good there is!" She set her mug down; it brandished the red lipstick mark of a single sip. "It's way too hot for this stuff, can we go outside? I didn't wear this just because it makes me look good."
With a half-hearted glance to the stairs to confirm Sean was still asleep, I stood up and shuffled Caitlin out of her seat. "Fine, fine, go wait outside while I rinse these out."
"I'm not waiting! It's crazy hot out there, your pool is calling to me." She closed her eyes in wistful thought. "Come find me when you're changed."
I looked down at my outfit, tugging on the loose-fitting shirt I'd hastily thrown on that morning. "What's wrong with this? I think I look okay."
"Is okay the height of your standards?" We both knew it wasn't, but I lacked the forethought to wake up dressed to impress. "I get that he's already seen what's underneath, but men love unwrapping their presents. Put a bow on it."
"I think I jumped the gun already." I twisted a rope of hair around my middle finger. "Showing up to his room undressed seemed presumptive, so I made sure his, uh, 'gift' was wrapped."
"Stop teasing me with details like that if you aren't gonna wake him up--you're torturing me." Cait pranced out the door, entrancing me with her butt jiggle, humming the chorus to "California Gurls" to herself as she went.
I dumped the mugs in the sink, which took all of eight seconds, but even a fraction of that spent thinking to myself risked seclusion in my own thoughts. Shaking my head didn't correct my bearings, but I refused to overthink the situation I'd put myself in any longer.
Dammit, Sophie, you'd better be ready for this. I stroked my brow and forced my body to calm down. With my center found, I unstuck my clammy feet from the tile and headed upstairs. I hadn't spoken to my son since our encounter, and I realized I was nervous to see him again. They were giddy, happy nerves that filled my gut with butterflies.
Each step towards the second floor was methodical, slowly closing the distance between me and my (presumably) sleeping son. Short of breath, yet determined, I paid no mind to the sickening creaks of the hardwood stairs beneath my toes.
My quick breathing did little to subside my anxiety, and, standing directly outside his bedroom, my stomach churned in anticipation of our impending reunion.
The slow groan of Sean's door was even louder than the steps, or so it felt. It was loud enough to mask the sound of his lumbering snores, giving me just enough confidence to close the door behind me and tiptoe towards the foot of his bed.
I gazed longingly at the man I'd raised as he snored happily. Cliches abound, I floated nostalgically down memory lane to the nights I would do this when he was a boy. His room had hardly changed in the last few years, but the body occupying the bed was a world away from the one I'd pushed out of me so many years ago. Every rise and fall of his chest put a smile on my face that blurred the admittedly thin line between motherly love and fervorous lust.
Testing the waters proved rewarding: I bunched up the comforter and raised it over my head, ducking underneath until it cloaked me from the outside world. It was warm, cozy even, cuddled up next to my son's legs, but that wasn't why I'd come to wake him.
I inched forward, praying he wouldn't awaken before my mission was over. Like a soldier low-crawling through the mud, I slid on my belly to meet Sean, butterflies breeding by the second, as I made my way out from under the blanket. The moment of truth came--would he be happy, or nervous to see me?
My cheek on his chest, I savored the silence before boldly dragging my nails over his bare chest and caressing his neck. "Baby?" I cooed as softly as I could.
He stirred from his slumber and pulled his eyes open, taking stock of his surroundings before realizing there was a woman plastered to him.
I smiled up at him and scanned his face for signs of emotion, any kind of hint to tell me how he was feeling. Nothing could have prepared me for the voracious desire I felt to start making out with my son, but I was uneasy about being the one to re-cross that bridge. "How, uh, how are you? Did you sleep okay?"
His eyes darted around my face and, likely taking note of my furrowed brow and hesitant smile, he softened his expression and brought both of his sturdy arms around me, eliciting a sharp intake of breath. "I don't remember the last time I slept so well."
"Oh, oh well that's good." Beating around the bush would get us nowhere. "Honey, about last night..."
He said nothing. He didn't have to.
Without a second's pause, Sean took a light hold of my chin and gingerly pulled me towards him. I couldn't help it; I let a startled gasp escape, just late enough to have it stifled as quickly as it was made. He tried to pull away when I gasped, but I refused to allow that and followed him back down to the pillow.
My lips pushed between my son's and encouraged him to do the same, hungrily gnawing at each other to prove our passion through touch alone. No part of him was unexplored at this point, but retreading his body brought the same elation as the night before.
I gripped the back of his neck; a handful of short hair gave me a handle as I devoured my son's tongue with wild abandon. My tongue adventured unashamed, poking against Sean's, and linking them in a wrestle for domination. Saliva coated our lips as we emptied ourselves of decency, lapping eagerly at each other with only my occasional soft whimper to fill the silence.
Being on top certainly gave me the advantage, though I wasn't far from caving entirely and letting my son do anything he wanted to me. We'd begun grinding together, subconsciously acting on our impulses even when clothes separated our skin.
Fuel needn't be added to the fire; my body was already ablaze without so much as a finger laid on it. Every bump against it, however small, remained more enticing than anything I had experienced in my life before. We were trying to outdo ourselves, displaying wanton disregard for societal norms as we incestuously committed ourselves to each other. My butterflies flew their cage, and I knew all at once that Sean would be mine forever.
He rested both hands casually on my waist as I lay beside him, but I wanted more. I needed more.
Greed overtook me. I climbed farther on top of Sean, so he was trapped beneath me, and, without notice, he grabbed the hem of my shirt to pluck it off my frame in one fluid motion. Without a bra to hold them back, my breasts slapped against my tummy with a dull smack, instantly catching the attention of his eyes like floodlights.
"Oh, Mom," he groaned into my mouth, marveling at the enormous, bulging hills I exposed for him. He squeezed them timidly but enough to encourage me to bear down on his palms, evoking a more satisfying grip. My pearl skin oozed between his fingers, putty in his hands as he grasped aimlessly at my heavy, swinging udders. Breast meat pushed out from between my son's fingers, squishing around his palm and encasing his hand in soft, warm dough. He lifted his hand to get a better grip and left a large, pink handprint where he had squeezed me, a temporary mark that disappeared by the time he took another greedy handful.
I reluctantly pulled away from him, lifting a fat boob to his mouth to replace my lips. "Here, baby." I laid a hand behind his head and reassuringly brushed a thumb under his hairline. Raw instincts guiding him, his tongue circled around my nipple before consuming it in a bout of hearty suction, letting me bask in a sensation I'd been longing for.
Looking down on my adult son nursing from me was tickling desires I had held back for years, but I needed more than just a tickle to sate me. Teeth grazed ever so slightly against the bumpy, pink protrusion and released frisson from my skull all the way down to the base of my spine.
I urged him to continue, and he answered back under a muffled heap of breast meat. "Okay, Momma." Even without seeing it, I could tell he was grinning with enthusiasm. "What about this?"
With only that single question to prepare me, I didn't have time to register that he'd released my nipple with a wet pop! My eyes snapped open to see him bury his face to my sternum and blow a raspberry against my chest.
Naturally, I chortled in a rather unsexy way and tried to pull back, but his hold on me was unbreakable. Our momentum carried us backward onto the mattress, now putting Sean on top of me, with a seductive smirk on his face. "Was that too rough?"
"What kind of Mommy-slut would I be if I said yes?" Brazen use of a word so harsh put Sean on edge, but I reassured him we were the only two in the house. While technically not a lie, I knew he would be shocked when he learned I had invited his aunt over, so I kept that a secret for now.
I kissed him again. "Stop worrying, my big handsome man. Nobody is gonna come home and see you pinning your mother to the mattress." That description got a rise out of him, both figuratively and, well, you get the idea.
His burgeoning erection knocked against my crotch, politely requesting admission behind the cotton curtain.
"Morning wood, I see?"
"Nope." Sean refused to sway his gaze, burning holes into my chest from his bird's-eye view. My breasts rolled off the sides of my chest like pendulums, showing their weight as they flattened with gravity and spread out like two fat, jiggly pancakes.
"Oh, no?" I stretched my arms out with exaggeration and pushed my breasts together, highlighting the rise of my chest towards his waiting hands. "Did Mommy do that to you?"
He nodded pensively, with a dry swallow.
"Should she fix it, then?" I blinked with equal exaggeration to embody a faux innocence, something men had always seemed to like. "It's awfully big, it must hurt getting this hard all the time." On my emphasis, I made a point to let him see me open my mouth and drag my fingers across my tongue to collect a generous portion of thick, gooey saliva.
I reached between us and dove a hand under his boxers, mentally restricting myself from formally drooling as soon as I relished his firm cock seizing under my grip.
My fingers started underneath his balls, softly tickling the bulging vein that had, so far, twice delivered me a generous donation of cum. I ventured under the two swinging orbs, already beginning to pull tight to his body, spreading the makeshift lube all over his balls until they were slick enough to slide effortlessly between my fingers.
I rolled them back and forth, enchanted, as every subtle motion evoked a twitch in Sean's legs, his mouth agape in disbelief that something so minor could reduce him to rubble.
I lightly pressed a thumb directly below the base of his length, separating his balls to either side of the large sack, and pinched my middle finger together with my thumb, before slowly pulling them down with just the right amount of pressure, using the nails on my remaining fingers to inject him with electricity as I dragged them over his smooth sack.
He tensed up in response, his testicles clenching together uncontrollably as his muscles tightened, so I moved to soothe the tickle. I formed an "O" with my first finger and thumb right above his balls, still slick with saliva and tightening by the second. With unrequited patience I pulled gently on his balls and let the lube ease the pressure as I opened the "O" wider as I approached his swollen testicles, sliding over them with ease until I reached the bottom.
My fingers released and his massive, dangling balls swung freely, making his cock bob up and down as he flexed it. I brought my hand up, so the heavy weights laid comfortably in my palm, delicately lifting my son's balls like I was weighing them to see how much baby butter he had cooked up overnight. If their heft was any indication, they were about ready to burst.
I began wrapping my entire hand around the fat, quivering plums and tugged them just enough to get his legs twitching again before releasing them entirely. He looked at me like a sad puppy, but I wasn't done yet. I brought my hand back up to my mouth and locked eyes with him as he watched me slobber all over my palm, making a display of drooling into my open hand as much as I could, making him wait for the treat he now knew he was getting.
I returned to his balls, for only a moment. I traced from the base of his shaft all the way up to his frenulum, leaving a thin, shiny trail of wetness leading from his balls up to his engorged crown. My son pushed himself onto me, squashing his cock firmly against my hand while delivering a kiss laden with such passion I was sure he was trying to show off.
"You're sure they're gone." His hurried, slurred speech told me he wasn't really asking, but I nodded anyway and bit my lower lip to halt the quivering. I had expected to bring Sean downstairs soon after I woke him, but he had other plans.
The moment would have been inescapable, save for a familiar voice taunting us from the doorway, brandishing an expression all too cheeky. "Well, they're gone, but I'm not."
"What the fuck!" Sean bolted off the bed and callously slapped away my hand, though trying to hide his boner did not come so easy. He fiddled around in his boxers to conceal himself, but it was far too late. "A-Aunt Caitlin? What are you doing here?"
I adored the idea that he thought, even momentarily, that Caitlin had shown up unannounced, but tried to picture the scene from his perspective. He only saw his aunt a handful of times every few months, same as me, but I talked to her almost every day. This was the last day he ever expected Caitlin to show up, and I would bet anything he wasn't prepared to have her walk in on him smooching his own Mother.
He stared at me with pure horror washing over his face, begging me to save him. I wasn't sure how long my sister had been watching us make out, though her hand gently kneading her breast led me to believe she had seen enough of our show to want to join.
Her shorts were removed, leaving her in her revealing full-piece bathing suit, which reminded me that I was originally supposed to join her by the pool.
The outfit did wonders for her body, clinging to her breasts and rounding them out to an impeccably formed curve that even made my mouth water a little. The thin piece of fabric stretched over the mound between her legs was barely doing its job, leaving little to the imagination, sinking little by little between her hungry lips and displaying the edges of her mommy muffin. Her lips were clearly visible from a few feet away, with more of her juicy pussy threatening to expose itself if she spread her legs even an inch.
I wanted to tease Sean further, to make it seem like we had been outed only a day after finding each other, but concern over ruining the mood led me back on track. "Honey, don't freak out."
"He's already freaking out." Caitlin did not relent as kindly as I did. "Surprised to see me, Bunny?"
Sean's eyes darted back and forth between the two of us, trying to find a foothold to steady himself. "What did you, uh, I mean...what are you doing here?"
"What did I see, you mean?" Her posture was bulletproof and Sean was crumbling, his expression desperately pleading for me to intervene. Motherly instincts almost kicked in, but I'd gotten fairly good at ignoring those lately, so I decided to let Cait have a bit of fun. I gave him the classic hands-in-the-air shrug that suggested I had no idea what was going on.
I climbed off the bed and stood behind my son, eager to watch him writhe under Caitlin's control. If Sean paid close attention, he would notice that I made suspiciously little effort to conceal myself from my sister's view, but his mind was preoccupied.
He did not know of the history I shared with his aunt; she had seen me naked almost as many times as my Husband had, so it was counterintuitive to cover up when I knew she would be exploring me again very, very soon.
"Well, what did you see?" Sean squeaked timidly.
Caitlin finally broke her stance and strode haughtily towards her trembling prey, closing the distance at a snail's pace. I stepped closer to my son for reassurance, but my sister fired daggers at me, so I backed up, curious to see where she would take this. "Hmm, what do you think I saw?"
"Aunt Caitlin, I swear it's not what it looks like."
"And what does it look like?" She cocked her head with her arms folded, now a mere foot or so away from Sean, who was hanging his head in shame. "Because to me, it looks like you guys started early."
He snapped to attention and narrowed his brow. "We sta-...wait we what? What do you mean early?"
"I mean, when someone makes a promise, they must keep it." She peeked around Sean's hulking frame to arch an eyebrow in my direction. "Don't you think so, Soff?"
I nodded.
"She...promised? What promise? Mom, what is she talking about?" Confusion spun Sean in a circle, volleying from my sister, to me, then back to her. Sleep was still clouding his mind, blood was rushing away from his brain, and the result was a lack of critical thinking and an uptick in lost words.
Now, speaking strictly to me, Caitlin pushed past my son and backed me against the closet door. "You said you'd wait."
"I did wait!" I stomped my foot, growing bolder as I stepped towards her until our chests met and ballooned out like they were fighting for supremacy. Her boobs were bigger, and she was taller, removing any possibility of a contest by forcing my back flush against the door, though I didn't back down. "He's my son, for Christ's sake!"
"Possessive, huh? That doesn't sound like you." Sarcasm rang true in her words. "Share with me, you little whore."
I gawked, jaw all slack, as she took charge and laid both her hands on my hips. She released some of the pressure keeping our breasts pushed together, but two pairs of big tits tend to look even bigger when they work together. A mountain of pudgy white boobs peaked between us, and I bet Caitlin could feel my diamond nipples poking her, in the same way I felt hers.
Her skin smelled of mild lavender and I remembered why we used to behave this way as teenagers. Just as she did when we were younger, my sister used her height to bear down and keep me flat against the wall so her hands could wander freely. Caitlin had already grown comfortable on my hips and sought new territory to conquer.
I linked my arms around her neck and let nostalgia flood through me as she repeatedly kissed my neck the same way she had many years ago. It felt different than when Sean did it; Caitlin's lips were soft, softer than I remember, and she kissed me the way she knew a woman wanted to be kissed.
Her arms embraced me tighter the longer her lips traced across my collarbone, up behind my ear, darting her tongue behind my earlobe and sucking it into her mouth to nibble. "F-Fuck, Cait," I groaned, ignorant to Sean's presence amidst a moment of bliss.
Now that my neck was abuzz with tingles, Caitlin lifted her head and touched her forehead to mine. She was staring at me with fire in her eyes, forging the dominant role and making me close the final few inches keeping our lips apart. Years had passed since we'd last kissed, but it felt natural to reunite with her after so long.
My breath was racing; hers did not waver. There was a confidence in Caitlin, claiming me as a long-lost prize and treating my body like a playground in ways that reminded me who she was related to. Only Sean had shown such primal, selfish interest in pushing my buttons, but my sister was far more experienced with the locations of those buttons.
Caitlin's teeth hooked onto my bottom lip and gently tugged on it, lifting my head off the closet door as I followed her as far as I could before she relented. Hiding my disappointment when she let go was difficult, and Caitlin's sly smirk proved her awareness of this. She always liked being a tease, but she liked acting slutty even more.
I didn't have time to protest the separation before my head was forcefully pushed back, joining us at the lips again. Caitlin was using me to release some pent-up energy, all of it sexual, but giving very little attention to how we must have looked to Sean.
The previous night had broken the barriers between my son and me, but he had obviously never seen me with another woman, especially not one we were both related to. He was now witnessing two of his closest family members devoting themselves to sultry escapades. Rather, he was watching two women in their sexual prime ravaging each other in a contest to prove who possessed the more talented tongue.
In this instance, Caitlin's vigor earned her the victory, but we both reaped the benefits of her affection. My hands closely embraced her cheeks to steady myself against the torrid onslaught of her sloppy kisses, each of which was plagued with greater passion than the last. Regret rose from the pit of my stomach the instant she pulled away and it manifested as an involuntary childish whine.
Our lips remained linked by a tiny strand of translucent saliva, daring us to move apart and risk breaking the bond. Caitlin wiped the back of her hand across her mouth. "You taste like tea," she marveled, turning my cheeks to blossoms. "I like it."
I didn't know many women, myself included, who could have imagined themselves french-kissing their son, only to jump seconds later into eagerly swapping spit with their sister. I was on a hell of a roll today, but it was only getting started.
I grabbed the neckline of Caitlin's full-piece and began feverishly pulling down, but as I tried to yank the fabric through the tightly squashed cervase our tits had created, she let go of my hips and grabbed me by the wrists. "Don't you think someone else might want to undress me?"
Shame on me for forgetting about Sean, but my sister knew how to absorb my focus like no other. I poked my head around Caitlin's body and locked eyes with my son. "Baby, could you sit on the bed for us?"
I didn't have to ask twice; Sean flew to the mattress with his mouth agape, still trying to discern if he had actually woken up yet. Maybe this was an elaborate, beautiful dream.
Lucky for him, he was wide awake.
I sat beside Sean, refusing to explain anything to him when I knew actions would speak such volumes. Caitlin did not follow my lead, instead opting to straddle the young man we were both drooling over. "Hey, Bunny." She repeated his nickname, softly this time, and dragged her nails through his hair. "Long time, no see."
"Yeah, it has been." Verbosity be damned, he was horny and wanted to get straight to the point. "Did Mom invite you over?"
Caitlin nodded and they both turned to face me. "At my request, she allowed me to come over. You'd be surprised how badly this woman wants you all to herself." I momentarily averted my gaze shamefully, only peeking up again when I felt Sean squeeze my hand. He gazed longingly into my eyes.
"Surprised? No, I don't think so." Sean beamed at me. Honestly, if that doesn't make a Mother's heart swoon, nothing will. "She's kind of amazing."
"Speaking of amazing..." Caitlin returned her attention to her mount and tucked a hand behind her back to undo her bathing suit top. "I've been told these are your favorite."
"Wait!" Sean stopped her, his eyes obsessively pouring over the barely clothed woman in his lap. "Let me do it." He wasn't asking her.
Caitlin turned to me and nodded her approval of how he had been conditioned. She pushed her chest forward, aiming to get her breasts as close to him as she could without touching. Her arms wrapped around his head, mirroring how I'd steadied myself on her, and she blew him a kiss. "Okay, Bunny, go ahead."
If this were a cartoon, Sean would have licked his lips in delight. His profuse swallowing made it hard to lend credence to his stoic appearance--if he left his mouth open, he would have dribbled all over my sister's tits like a horny doofus.
Wearing a bathing suit instead of a bra made it easy for Sean to untie, but he took his time doing so. Starting at her waist, Caitlin was caressed with breathtaking patience. Fingers teased every nerve ending leading up her sides and treated me to the birth of a thousand goosebumps across her pearlescent skin.
Sean dipped one finger down and ran it along the hem of her suit where her thigh was exposed, causing her to roll her shoulders backward and tense her muscles up, hoping to dispel the icy tingles. "Oh you little shit!" Caitlin feigned a look of anger which Sean returned with a palpably seductive stare, both waiting to see who would crack first.
I'd seen the same look on Sean's face when he saw my naked body only a day ago, and couldn't ignore the jealousy that was coursing through me. I wanted to rip my sister off his lap and replace her fat bottom with mine. I wanted his hardening cock sandwiched between my legs, only now realizing just how wet I had become in reaction to my back-to-back make-out sessions.
Emotion took a backseat to logic as I reminded myself whose vagina he actually came out of. I was certain he wouldn't forget where his real home was, even with his aunt grinding on him like a practiced stripper.
With her legs firmly planted on either side of his body, the temptation on Caitlin's face became too much to ignore. She cradled Sean's face in her hands, lost in the powerful gaze I'd begun to crave, and brought her lips down to his as slowly as she could. The initial reaction I saw from Sean was resistance, and even with his face aimed squarely at hers, I could see he was concerned about how I would take it.
I had invited Caitlin here for a reason. I didn't want to back out now because I was hesitant to see another woman using my son for her pleasure. We were all blood here, so I bit the bullet and squeezed his hand reassuringly, rubbing my thumb over the back of his fingers. "It's okay, honey. I brought her here for you. Don't be shy."
He turned to me with Caitlin's hands still glued to his face, ignoring her disappointment towards being put on hold. "Are you sure?"
"I'm sure. Do you need proof?" I knew he had requested it for himself, but it was something of a secret pleasure of mine to watch a woman with large breasts release them from captivity. I granted my approval by pinching the loose string dangling down Caitlin's back and plucking it like a harp, releasing the tension keeping her held together.
Her shoulders relaxed as her heavy breasts lost their support, but being that it was a full-piece suit it didn't fall right away. The momentum of her breasts springing forward nearly carried her top off, but the suit hung on just enough to hide from Sean's eyes. Practiced in the art of methodical seduction, my sister moved achingly slowly to hold our undivided attention.
Caitlin shed her razor-thin layer of clothing, peeling the garment off like it was glued to her skin. She uncovered one side of her chest while leaving the other hidden from view. The contrast of her black suit against the uniform cream-colored skin of her breast was the kind of thing you'd see in an edgy, adult art exhibit. Her dark brown nipple jutted menacingly towards Sean, and I was sure he was as excited to suckle from her as I was to watch him. I clenched my teeth together to ensure I wasn't leaving my jaw on the floor.
I wasn't sure who was more stunned: me, or my son. Sean didn't seem to care that I took the moment away from him, he was far too astonished by the sudden reveal of Caitlin's enormous breast to pay me any mind.
Always a fan of attention, Caitlin refused to let go of her hold on us. "You two like them, huh?" She winked playfully, looping a thumb under the string that was still covering the other half of her chest. It had been years since I saw my sister naked, and the sight of just a single bare breast was enough to bring back a storm of old memories.
Even with one side shielded I knew both her nipples were rock hard; through the suit I could see the tiny button begging for recognition. A hundred more goosebumps dotted her breast, cool air flicking its tongue over her freshly exposed skin. She moved painfully slowly, letting the tension build to a fever pitch before she removed her top and let it rest around her waist.
Sean and I were in competition for who could look more awestruck, and our fawning was not lost on Caitlin. She loved being the center of attention, as was clearly evident by the unimpeded grin displayed across her face. Her tits swayed side to side, bumping against each other in a torrid display that perfectly utilized their size. She ran her hands from her hips up over her abdomen, tucking them under her breasts to overfill her hands. She raised her nipples close to her mouth.
Caitlin stuck her tongue out and tapped the tip against her nipple, letting a strand of saliva connect the two. She lingered for a moment, admiring how the light bounced off the slick, hardened nub, only to dip her head down and suck the button dry, letting it pop from between her teeth.
Upon release, gravity took hold of Cait's heavy udders and plunged them downward, one slapping against her chest and the other landing on my son's forehead.
Sean gawked helplessly, uninterested in escaping the smothering weight of his aunt's bust. Caitlin brushed a hand behind his head, holding him in place while she lifted her dangling boob to his mouth and encouraged him to suckle her. I held back a laugh when I realized how similar our moves were--we really had taught each other everything.
He didn't need to be asked twice, instantly putting her tiny brown nub under assault. "Tell me if I'm too rough." His voice was buried under a pile of doughy, soft breast pudge.
"I won't," Caitlin assured playfully, kissing the top of his head and dragging her nails over his scalp. The challenge was not lost on Sean, who took full advantage of the invitation and lightly dug his teeth into the sensitive, rubbery surface he was sucking on. My sister yelped in response, playfully swatting her attacker but gaining no relief. "Don't try that hard!"
"Careful what you wish for," Sean taunted, bringing a hand down on Caitlin's backside and eliciting a startled cry. "If you can't stand the heat..."
"Excuse me! You better not finish that thought. I was cooking before you were born, sweetheart!" Caitlin grabbed a handful of Sean's hair and yanked it back, giving her open access to plant a kiss on his neck. "If you wanna play rough, mister, your mother and I are quite familiar."
I suddenly became aware that I had been motionless for an eternity. I locked eyes with my son, his aunt perched in his lap, and immediately averted my stare.
Why did I feel like a shy little kid being caught doing something I shouldn't? Sure, I was ogling my son in ways a mother never should, but that was nothing new. I had already been with Sean, seen him in a sexual light, but now the urge to impress him was overwhelming. I pushed my nerves back down to the pit of my stomach and stood up.
Stepping behind Caitlin, I rested my head on her shoulder, meeting my son's gaze once again. "Hey, baby," I cooed softly, tightly hugging my sister around her stomach and lifting my arms until I was supporting the full weight of her breasts in my arms. I juggled them up and down, dreamily attached to the feeling of unparalleled warmth underneath her giant marshmallow breasts.
They were too heavy to hold up for very long, and with every raise of her tremendous breasts, I could feel my arms growing tired but seeing Sean's fascination with watching them collide like a wave in the ocean was a driving force to continue.
I was determined to put on a show for him, so I struggled to pull one arm out from its busty prison. Once freed, I could slide my arm between Caitlin's breasts and take hold of her like I was trying to squeeze her to death. Buy, try as I might, I couldn't fully contain them, and was now faced with an armful of fluffy, pillowy breast meat trying its best to burst free from my grasp.
Restraining a tornado might have been easier, as the tighter I clamped down, the more Caitlin's tits resisted, juggling in my hold as if they were actively trying to spill out of my arms. I welcomed the challenge of trying to ensnare both her breasts at the same time; I would pin one down and involuntarily relinquish the other, letting it slip from my grasp before I had a chance to catch it.
I could never tire of toying with Caitlin's breasts, though my muscles were humming a different tune. A burn was creeping on that I knew I couldn't outlast forever; her boobs were simply too heavy for me, and it took everything I had to hold them up until I nearly cracked. Still, I soldiered on, unable to voluntarily let go of my sister's breathtaking tits.
This game of back and forth was mesmerizing Sean, whose interest could not be overstated. He was positively riveted watching me play with Caitlin, and who could blame him?
He was faced with two beautiful (pardon my ego) half-naked women, both seeking to please him more than the other, when yesterday morning he was still using his hand like...well, someone who didn't have a mother like me around to help him.
Sean's hands sat motionless on Caitlin's hips, waiting for his brain to cue the reminder to use them. I took the lead when it looked like he was dangerously close to entering a hypnotic coma, confident that a little prompt would start turning the gears. Caitlin audibly gasped when I let her boobs succumb to gravity, startled by the sudden plummet. That was all it took to jumpstart Sean's engine and pull him out of the fog.
"Hey!" Caitlin's eyes snapped open. "Play nice!"
"Never," I whispered into the nape of her neck. I took Sean's hands and pulled them off my sister's hips, guiding them upwards until his hands were as full of bulging dough as mine had just been. "How does she feel, baby?"
"Amazing." He couldn't have contained his grin if his life depended on it, but I noticed him trying to sneak a peek over Caitlin's shoulder. "Could I..."
"See mine? Of course, sweetheart." I perked up at the request, relishing his affection. The fact that he had my gorgeous sister in his lap, tits and all, but still wanted to see mine was more of a compliment than he intended it to be. Stepping around Caitlin with an intentional slowness gave me plenty of time to watch the curiosity seep onto Sean's face, only to be replaced by unabashed wonder when my breasts were finally put on full display.
"Oh, fuck." His eyes were saucers. "Can I--"
"Yes, baby, you don't have to keep asking." I stifled a giggle. "But it's very heartwarming to see what a gentleman I've raised."
Caitlin's massive breasts were overflowing in Sean's right hand, and his left reached out for me. The expression of sheer amazement he wore was worth every bit of suffering I went through to bring him into this world, like I had spent a lifetime waiting to get to this point.
Our chests were like a tennis match, his eyes bouncing from me to Caitlin, then back to me, as if he was comparing every tiny detail. I knew Caitlin had me bested in the weight category, but there was an unmistakable glimmer in his eye when his thumb brushed against my nipple. He watched intently as the tiny nub grew and stuck out enough to jut into his palm when he took a greedy handful.
"Who's the winner?" Caitlin batted her eyes like a seasoned seductress, imitating puppy dog eyes will all her might. "There is a right answer, by the way."
"Yes, there is." I raised an eyebrow at my son, clasping my hand on top of his, hopeful that I could manipulate a victory. "Choose wisely."
Sean swept panic under the rug and calmly declared it a tie, refusing to relent for a second. I knew if this were an ass competition I would have it in the bag, so I accepted the tie for now.
Caitlin shot me a glance that said she tolerated that answer, but she wasn't thrilled to draw in a breast contest when it was typically her winning category. "Fine, but if we tie any future events, I'm going to be suspicious."
"Future events?" Sean's eyes screamed at me.
"You didn't think I invited Aunt Caitlin just to let you play with her tits, did you?" I stood beside Caitlin, pushing our competing chests close together to form a quadruple boob-wall that threatened to encase Sean's head if he didn't fall back to the mattress.
Now, lying on his back, Sean was without a pair of melons in his face for the first time in several seconds. I took pity on my boy and sought to rectify that, giving Caitlin a knowing nod. Lucky for us, Sean's boxers did not challenge our advances. We grabbed our respective sides and pulled the shorts down, training our eyes on exactly the same spot for the impending unveiling.
I hadn't seen Sean's cock since our shower, and I was already in withdrawal. It was too dark when I'd snuck into his room last night to get a good look, and rising anxiety placed me firmly on the edge of my seat.
He must have shaved recently, leaving minimal time for a thin layer of stubble to grow back above where our treasure lay waiting. We tugged the shorts down until only the very root of Sean's cock entered our view.
"Oh my...God damn." Caitlin released a breath she had been unwittingly holding. It was evident, just from the base, that my son was painfully hard. His erection fought against the waistband, desperate to meet the outside world but was held back indefinitely. Unless we let him out, he would continue to struggle for freedom, and something about that seemed unjustifiable. "What the fuck, Soff, he's--"
"I know." I was the living personification of the heart-eyes emoji. I knew I was playing up my shock and awe, if only just a little, but I was sure Sean would eat it up. "Believe me, I know."
We exposed more of Sean's length, and I watched Caitlin's eyes absorb the scene in front of her. The tension was all-consuming, my heartbeat thumping all the way to my ears like I was marching towards a high dive, though much of that was being fed to me vicariously through Caitlin.
The boxer's edge met with Sean's bulging helmet, nearly unleashing the beast from its cotton cage before we were ready. I was in no rush, though the same couldn't be said for Caitlin, so I forced her to move at my pace for the time being.
With his erection still straining for release from his shorts, I poked my tongue just above where the fabric met his skin. Instantly, the organ gave a powerful throb, inviting me to run my tongue up the length of his shaft with as much patience as I could muster. My slippery pink snake left a trail of saliva in its wake, leading down to the base where I planted a very, very wet kiss. I half-wrapped my mouth around the root of his cock and nibbled with my lips covering my teeth, flicking my tongue over, then under, his excitable bulge.
I pulled my head back and invited Caitlin to join me, both Mothers now eagerly flicking their tongues against the base of his ever-growing length. Sean was barely being touched, only the very tips of our tongues were making contact, and I knew he was rearing for the passion I had exhibited in the shower but getting there was half the fun.
He was so delightfully hard that I was certain that if I caved to my own desires and let him in my throat, he would come immediately.
Caitlin and I worked ourselves into a routine with ease, expertly managing to keep his dick from sneaking out of his boxers. She would drag her tongue, following my slimy path down my son's shaft until she touched the base and planted another very wet, drool-filled kiss next to mine. Before she had a chance to pull back, I would already have my tongue pressed against the edge of Sean's boxers, preparing to slide up his thick pole and leave my own sloppy smooch.
It didn't take long for Sean to be noticeably dripping with our collective spit. Considering he had yet to enter our mouths,that was quite a feat, and I silently congratulated our efforts.
My tongue flattened against the smooth surface, savoring the taste and feel of my son's cock dragging against it, but I wanted more. I tilted my head to the side and took his girth sideways between my lips, basting it with saliva. My mouth traveled up the length and kept suction tight, only loosening the seal to dribble more lube upon my descent. He had been wet before, but now he was absolutely soaked.
"Hey!" Caitlin pouted with her brow furrowed. "You have to share!"
I glanced at her with Sean's dick still sandwiched between my lips, muffling my response. "Whud a yo gunna du abou it?"
I shouldn't have asked.
Caitlin grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked me off my son, mashing her lips against mine. I tried to get out of her grip, but I was caught, helpless to my sister's aggressive attempt to taste Sean on my tongue. "Share, please?" She wasn't putting on a show, she wasn't acting, she was genuinely begging me.
I gave her some space and whispered faintly, "Okay, just...let me get him ready for you."
Sean's dick was still thumping like a heartbeat even without our mouths on him. We had wound him tighter than he could bear, and his body was aching for relief. Groggily, he blinked back at us, waiting for our next move.
Caitlin's greed got the better of her sooner than I'd hoped, but I leaned into her enthusiasm with vigor. While she impulsively assaulted him with another array of passionate kisses, I grabbed Sean's waistband and jerked his boxers down around his knees, unwilling to waste the precious seconds it would cost to have him lift his butt off the bed. The sudden motion startled him, and if Caitlin hadn't returned to making out with him, he would've bolted upright on the bed.
Sloppy sucking noises filled the room, adding a kind of white noise in the background that I all but filtered out in the pursuit of disrobing my son. I tossed his crumpled shorts into the corner of the room, hopefully never to be heard from again, and laid my eyes on Sean's hulking erection.
Common courtesy may have been to wait for Caitlin, but I wasn't feeling courteous at the moment. I tilted Sean's cock to an upright position, gently stroking his entire length in long, fluid motions. I dipped my head forward and, resisting the urge to take him in my mouth, flattened my saliva-coated tongue against the underside of his juicy, purple helmet.
My thumb spread around my spit, tickling his frenulum with a light touch every time I grazed my thumb through the slippery saliva. I brought my head directly over top of my hand, pausing my routine with his bulging head placed squarely in my palm and giving it a flutter of soft squeezes. I made a deliberate show of drooling into the small hole my hands made around his cockhead, watching the lube trickle down and disappear between my fingers.
The bubbly goo coating him gave me the courage to squeeze harder, twisting my wrist as I slowly began to lower my hand, only reversing when I felt him give me a strong pulse in response. I wanted to jerk him off with the fervent intensity I'm sure he was used to, but tediously forcing him to endure every minuscule touch was turning his dial to eleven.
Sean said something to Caitlin, muffled under my sister's hungry kisses, though I didn't have to wonder what he said for long. Caitlin's hand joined mine between his legs, but ventured down a little further. His dick flexed powerfully when her hand wrapped around his balls, forming an "O" with her fingers, and applying the slightest downward pressure, softly tugging away from his body exactly the way I had earlier.
My son let out a series of small groans, struggling to focus on making out with his aunt while I lovingly tended to him.
Greed must run in our family, I thought, unable to resist the temptation staring me right in the face. I lied and told myself that Caitlin wouldn't mind if I got a head start, sure that she wouldn't let me play alone for too long.
Manners be damned--I couldn't spend another minute watching my son flex his erection mere inches from my face without letting lust ravage me. Caitlin was distracted, so I took the leap.
Sean knew how close he was to my mouth, my hot breath rolling against his skin, and I could practically feel the energy emanating from him like a heat lamp. I secured one hand tightly to the base of his cock and it stood up excitedly, anticipating my next move.
I opened my jaw as wide as I could, slowly lowering my head until I knew I had the entirety of his big, cushy helmet inside my mouth. I didn't close my lips, instead opting to tease him with the heat, inviting him inside by exhaling hot, exaggerated breaths around his cock. I couldn't close my mouth to swallow, which allowed saliva to freely drip onto him the longer I made him, and myself, wait for what we wanted.
My head dipped a bit lower, and I closed the entrance, vacuum sealing my lips an inch below Sean's protruding crown, my tongue pressed firmly against his frenulum. The back of my throat was crying out for attention, but I quieted the urge, seeking to toy with my son as long as I could. I stopped being aware of the fervent kissing happening just above my head and lost myself in bliss.
I stayed airtight to Sean's cock as I lifted my head, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear with my free hand. I dragged my lips over his glistening cockhead until I had nearly released the fat egg from my grasp, but left my lips connected to the tip.
My lips parted slightly so dribbles of spit could seep out and run down his impressive length. I slid my hand up from the base of his cock through the trail of saliva, maintaining the connection with my lips so my tongue could stick out and bathe him in wet kisses like I was trying to French kiss his cock.
My hand reached the edge of the head and I dipped back down to meet my fingers with my lips, tightly constricting as much of his girth as I could. Nursing happily, I found a steady rhythm that kept him locked inside my cheeks while my hand ran up and down the greased pole.
I pulled back and took a shallow breath, gazing desperately at my prize and continued to slowly jerk him off. The thick rope of spit connecting us was snatched up in an instant to add to the goo with which I was basting my son, giving me a frictionless glide up and down his massive length.
I let my palm clasp around his throbbing helmet, mashing his cock against my mouth and audibly forcing the saliva through my lips so it came out as a bubbly froth. A sticky mess was now on my hands, figuratively and literally, but I would not relent. My mouth returned to its meal, and I eased another inch or two into my mouth, swallowing almost half of his cock.
I tilted my head so I could feel him pressing against the roof of my mouth and rubbed him back and forth, hoping to let the bumpy texture coax him into coming as soon as possible, though I knew Caitlin would have a fit if that happened.
Sean squirmed under my assault; muffled grunts being deposited into Caitlin's smothering smooches by the second. I was sure she was close to figuring out I'd again started without her, so I wanted to remind my son which of us could truly take care of him the best.
With one hand still wrapped around him, tugging tirelessly at the rigid monster in my grip, I opened my jaw and tried to silently fill my other hand with some of the profuse saliva building up in my mouth. That hand, loaded with lube, wrapped around his testicles, and gave them a reassuring squeeze, making him buck under Caitlin.
So far, she was too busy sucking face to notice, so I pressed my attack until I had worked every part of Sean's cock with precision.
His engorged head was flaring under the work my tongue was doing, circling the fat helmet while I bobbed up and down, never letting him out of my grasp. With the warmth of his dick trapped between my lips, it felt like my mouth was melting him. I felt the blood rushing to him with every pulse and continued feverishly nursing on him like the meaning of life was hidden inside.
Somehow Caitlin hadn't yet heard the sloppy suction noises I was emitting, but even without looking it would have been clear that Sean was smothered in saliva with the squelching sounds my hand made every time it raised to meet my lips. His balls were pulled all the way up to his body, making it even easier to caress the swollen orbs with my fingertips, occasionally daring to slide one of the slippery digits underneath his balls to tickle that secret spot right above his asshole.
Just as I came to terms with staying there forever, I felt the well-known signs that meant Sean was about to come. The edge was neared, and I pulled back, only leaving my hand on his balls and giving the sack a gentle, loving massage as I tried to hold it in place through his powerful flexing.
I felt the impending finale subside a bit and couldn't stop myself from pressing my face right into his balls so I had one on either side of my cheeks, jutting my tongue out so I wrapped as far around the bottom as I could in the hopes of triggering that special place behind them. My face was entirely buried in my son's testicles, with no room for a hint of air to sneak in as I intentionally smothered myself with his swollen, aching balls. I flattened my tongue against him to cover as much of the surface as I could, and, mouth wide open, began my ascent up towards the squishy cockhead, feeling every little quiver on the way up.
As soon as I reached the top, I pursed my lips and pressed them to the tip, slowly edging downwards and letting my lips separate as I did to make sure Sean felt every part of my mouth envelope him. I thought I gave him enough time to rest, but it only took a few lazy head bobs to bring him right back to the brink.
"M-Mom, you gotta s-stop!" Sean could barely get the words out, but as soon as Caitlin caught wind of my trickery, the jig was up.
She stopped making out with my son like a lovesick teenager and immediately scowled at me. "Sophie! What the fuck!"
I glanced up, eyes wide with embarrassment. My cheeks were visibly bloated from trying to hold so much dick in my mouth, and I knew I looked like a naked chipmunk smuggling an oversized acorn. She didn't avert her gaze, so I decided to stop before she blew a gasket.
It took almost ten full seconds for me to remove myself from Sean's cock. I took my time releasing him from my mouth, causing several strands of thick, gooey saliva to stay attached to Sean's cock like long, dripping spiderwebs. I stayed staring at Caitlin, hoping she would soften, but she would not back down, knowing what was at stake. My poor boy was still doing everything in his power not to let loose, and I could see out of the corner of my eye that he had both hands pressed to his temples in an effort to focus, muttering, "Oh my god, oh fuck, holy shit," in sheer disbelief.
With an audible grumble, I released Sean's dick with a loud, wet "pop!"
He gasped in exasperation. "Fuck!" He dropped his arms to the bed and took to heavy breathing, while his aunt and I stared in wide-eyed fascination at his powerfully flexing cock, begging me to finish him off. "You can't do that, Mom, you're too fucking good at it."
"Watch your mouth, Sean," I teased, throwing a wink at Caitlin without breaking eye contact.
"No, why don't you watch your mouth?" Caitlin shot at me with a bratty snarl, pouting like a schoolgirl. "You promised, Sophie!"
"I know, but have you seen this thing?" I waved at Caitlin with Sean's cock, swaying it back and forth so it slapped softly against my lips and cheeks, submitting to the reckless, primal abandon that told me I needed to follow the urge to cover myself in his scent. I engulfed the inflated head one final time and released it slowly, making sure to leave a thick layer of throat goo coating it before I aimed the missile towards my sister. "Do you want a turn, Cai--"
I hadn't finished the question before she was scrambling down to my level like it was Christmas fucking morning. "I thought you'd never ask."
I gave a casual shrug, patting the floor beside me. "If you didn't stop me, I wasn't going to." I hadn't taken my hand off of Sean yet; I wasn't ready to let go now that I'd had a taste. My sister was past waiting, though her disappointment softened as I tilted Sean's pole towards her and gave her a swift kiss on the cheek. "He's all yours." I offered.
Caitlin wasn't far from licking her lips at this point but showed resounding patience for someone who was so close to drooling. She placed her hands around both his ankles, bumping her butt against mine to tell me to scooch over. Slowly but surely, her hands drifted up over his legs until she reached his thighs.
Her nails lightly scraped against Sean's leg, causing him to spasm so hard I almost lost my grip on his cock. A devilish smile creeped onto Caitlin's face as she remembered how much she loved reducing a man to her control, and she hadn't even put her mouth on him yet.
I rubbed my thumb over Sean's frenulum to keep him stimulated while my sister took her time pushing her hands towards his balls, tightly constricted, and begging for the release that they were still so far from reaching.
Caitlin pushed both hands together and kept Sean's balls sandwiched between them. Both of her thumbs rotated in circles over the smooth surface as she gently kneaded them, tenderizing her nephew to encourage a quick submission. Without a word she dropped her head into his lap and brushed my hand away, replacing my hand with hers, and replacing her hand with her mouth.
Soft suckling noises emitted from Caitlin's mouth the second she had her mouth stuffed with Sean's bulging orbs, and she let loose a satisfied groan that turned into a low, rumbling vibration around his sack. I knew how much I had missed having two large, heavy balls filling my cheeks, and knew my sister shared a similar proclivity.
She started jerking her hand up and down in time with her slurping, quickly raising her hand to the head, encircling it with her palm while she pulled Sean's balls away from his body, only to slowly drop her hand to his lap and tighten her grip, making Sean's crown balloon up as the blood raced to the head.
As she squeezed, her lips relinquished their hold on his testicles and slowly reintroduced them to the outside air, letting the cool air lap at him before gobbling the tender jewels back into her mouth. I could see her cheeks inflate when their bulging intruder took its place, giving her tongue a chance to slip underneath his balls, tickling the underside until she made Sean's hearty groans rise a few octaves.
I couldn't just sit on the sidelines and watch--I wanted in. Instinct moved my fingers to Caitlin's cheeks and caressed the bulge she held inside. I could feel her tongue slithering around within, relentlessly manipulating the two orbs with her expertly trained mouth.
"Mom," Sean said between shallow breaths. "Could you come up here?"
Caitlin raised her eyebrows excitedly and looked at me, nodding eagerly. "Goh aheaa." Caitlin gurgled with excitement and, upon realizing how the vibration had affected Sean, continued emitting a low, steady hum.
I took Sean's outstretched hand and he pulled me towards him until I was close enough for him to hook his hands under my arms. I thought he wanted to make out with his Mother again, but it seemed he had other plans.
Taking a position that no mother ever should, I climbed atop my son and planted one knee on either side of his head so I could rest my bum on his chest. He looked so handsome down below me, buried underneath my womanhood, that I couldn't help but pause to fully absorb the image of my son sandwiched between the bed and my vagina. His face, the half I could see, hinted at an uncontrollable ear-to-ear grin.
Consumed in my thoughts, I jumped when I felt Sean's tongue slither between my legs. He poked around the entrance, and I ached for him to venture inside, but was instead greeted by a warm, slippery glide through the folds of my pussy lips until he reached my sensitive button.
He gave it a sloppy kiss and paused for a moment to hold his suction, releasing only to lightly suck the soft pudge around my Mommy muffin into his mouth a few times. If he sucked any harder, he would've left a temporary hickey on my chubby mound, marking me as his own. I internally prayed that he would, leaving me with a subtle reminder I could swoon over for the rest of the week.
The wetter I became, the more attention he was forced to pay to my pussy, tirelessly lapping up my copious flowing honey to keep from drowning. He pressed his mouth against my entrance and, finally, inched his tongue inside of me. He flexed it upwards and poked around the roof, searching for my g-spot, but fell just short of reaching it.
It was clear he was teasing me; he knew me well enough by now to know that I was going to start riding him, without him needing to say a word. I had no urge to control myself, so I let loose. With both hands rooted to the back of my son's head, I bore down on him like an animal.
He immediately got the signal and stuck his tongue out to let me grind on it with wild abandon. I found the perfect angle to position him so every downward push would slide his tongue from the sopping wet hole he had tended to, up through my lips and directly over my clit.
Sean had both arms securing me to his face like a feedbag, preventing me from jumping away from him every time I spasmed with delight, each time giving a high-pitched squeak that only encouraged him further. Honey dropped down the inside of my thigh and left a trail in its wake that Sean's tongue happily followed. He flattened the slippery snake against my skin and ran his taste buds over the softness of my skin, picking up the droplets of syrup dripping from me.
The muscles in my legs began to ache. How long had I been doing this, and how much more could I withstand? I snapped my eyes open and looked down to see him still blissfully lost in eating me out. Finally, after what seemed like a lifetime, I slowed down and fell forward, taking note of how exhausted I was.
Sean's hands moved with no hesitation to my bottom and grabbed two greedy handfuls of pudgy dough, bringing me against his face and sliding further underneath me. Before I could ask what he was doing, I felt his tongue wiggle in between my cheeks and prod against my tightly puckered hole.
"B-Baby hold on," I pleaded, hoping Caitlin wouldn't notice his exploration or the way my entire body seized up the moment he touched me there.
Of course, she caught wind that something had changed and emitted a gleeful gasp. "Go, Bunny! Yes!" I guess she finally took his balls out of her mouth to speak, as I felt him finally relax a bit in the brief pause he was given.
I hushed my sister, but she took no notice, bringing an immediate answer to my question of how I would tell Sean what I'd promised Cait I would let him do.
"Relax, Sophie, by tonight he's gonna be doing a lot more than tonguing you down there." She resumed her attachment to my son as if she hadn't said a word, pulling his meaty cock back into her mouth like a fat pacifier.
"Really, Mom?" My son was staring up at me with stars in his eyes, his voice muffled between two fat butt cheeks. "You're gonna let me in here?" He pressed his tongue flatly against my asshole and pulled my cheeks apart with his hands, making me clench with every circle he drew around the puffy pink ring.
I nodded silently, biting my lip to keep from growing too loud. I was afraid if I seemed too eager, he wouldn't go as slowly as I needed him to go. Nerves still plagued my limbs every time I thought about letting him back there, but I knew it was only a matter of time before I did.
"I don't think I'll make it that long this time," Sean grunted from below. "Aunt Caitlin is way too good at this."
I turned my body so I could see her work. One hand was pulling his balls in a gentle massage, while the other was glued to her lips in a swivel motion as she bounced her face up and down into Sean's lap, engulfing nearly his entire cock with each dive. The saliva overflowing her mouth was loudly bubbling like a cauldron as she fought to keep the hot foam from spilling out.
With a mighty plunge, she gobbled down most of his shaft, and swung her mouth side to side with one final push to lodge the final inch of his cock inside her constrictive throat, not letting the loud, violent gagging deter her from stuffing her throat with cock. Her lips formed a seal around his length, and she pressed his balls up against her chin so her tongue could worm underneath them when it found its way out.
Tears were forming in the pit of her eyes, threatening to worsen her mascara-stained cheeks every time her body lurched from trying to swallow his length. Her tears rolled freely as she scrunched up her face, fighting for one more second on Sean's cock without pulling away for the oxygen she desperately needed.
With a huge gasp, she flung her head off his dick and took a huge breath, coughing and sputtering out the collection of goo she'd been keeping warm in her cheeks. The slimy lube coated Sean's cock as she drooled the thick mixture of saliva and precum back onto him. It dripped in big gobs down the two large plums pulled tight against his body, leaving every bit of him smothered in Catalina lube.
"I can't Aunt Caitlin, I can't wait anymore." Sean was begging now, waiting for permission before letting go. "M-Mom? Please?"
Caitlin chimed happily and continued her assault. That was as close to a "yes" as he was getting from her.
"Go ahead, sweetie--come for your Mommies." I brushed a finger through the hair over his ear and pushed down on him, lining his tongue back up with my slit.
He emitted a deep growl and his body seized up. I pressed him against my pussy, holding him tightly by the sides of his head. Caitlin gurgled as she fought through what I had been blessed with earlier, though she didn't hesitate for a second.
The first burst of semen caught her by surprise as it rocketed against the back of her throat, dumping a stream of hot, sticky baby butter down her gullet before she had a chance to taste it. Caitlin's whole body recoiled; eyes as wide as moons as she tried in vain to gobble it down before a second load was delivered into her suckling mouth.
Rope after heavy rope of cum coated the back of her esophagus like paste, bombarding her with more than she could swallow, so she had to keep it collected in her mouth until Sean finished emptying his balls. Her eyes widened nervously as she fought to keep the whole load from bursting out, connecting with my obsessive stare just as Sean's cum-hose flexed like a bicep and launched another thick deposit towards her tonsils.
Still, she pressed on with no pause, swallowing the head of his cock over and over until she had extracted the final drop, reducing my son to a heap. With a tinge of regret, she withdrew her lips with as much patience as she could, getting one long, low groan out Sean before she finally let his softening cock slide out from between her lips.
Caitlin sat up, but her expression did not change. She tilted her head back and dipped a finger in the vat of cum swimming in her mouth, stirring the frothy mixture around until a few drops spilled out and ran down the side of her cheek. She gathered the renegade droplets on her finger and slurped them off, tilting her head back and forth so the load swished around inside her cheeks, effortlessly blanketing her taste buds in warm, salty cum.
Caitlin steadied herself and braced an arm on Sean's leg, maneuvering the mouthful of cum around so she would be better poised to handle it. One loud, audible gulp and Caitlin let the whole of Sean's butter slide into her belly. She was yet to break her stare, hungrily focused on the aftereffects of her handiwork and panting to catch her breath. "Holy...I mean...wow."
Caitlin rubbed her hand over her belly with a look of surprise on her face, literally and figuratively digesting the enormous deposit of cum that was now bubbling like a heavy weight in the pit of her stomach. "You're the kind of guy that gets a girl pregnant on the first go, aren't you?"
I giggled, reaching behind my back to pat my son on the shoulder. "That's my Boy, such a showman."
"I think...I need...a minute." Sean gasped for breath. "You two are just exhausting."
"And to think we're just getting you warmed up," Caitlin chimed.
I climbed off my son's face, winning the ensuing battle with my shaking legs to gain the ability to stand. "Let's give him a chance to rest, Cait. Don't wanna tire him out too quickly."
Sean hadn't budged from the mattress. "I'll be up in a minute--promise."
"Then I'll make sure breakfast is ready for you, sweetheart." I bent down and kissed his forehead like when he was a kid. The moment was immediately lit with tension as I caught Sean staring at my lips, thinking about all they'd done to him. My lips were tingling, so vividly alive with the sensation of numbing themselves from working on Sean's cock that it felt as though they were still wrapped around him.
I pressed my lips to his and released a sigh of relief I didn't know I was holding, melting like a sidewalk Popsicle onto my son's chest, comforted by its steady rise and fall.
We didn't make it long before Caitlin pulled me off my son and marched me to the door, blabbering about how we needed to pace ourselves, and, though good advice, I wasn't happy to hear it.
My mind was flooded with thoughts of what the rest of our day would hold. It wasn't even noon yet and we'd already moved way ahead of the schedule I had in mind. Excitement surged through me like static through a wool sweater, and I promised myself that whatever happened was meant to happen.
If only I'd known what I was getting myself into.
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Thanks everybody <3Mother of Love Ch. 04
Aunt Caitlin helps Sean explore his Mother's virgin asshole.
Cool droplets trickled down my back, littering the shower floor with a torrent of water that wasn't quite loud enough to drown out my racing thoughts, echoing like gunshots in my brain. I couldn't possibly be dreaming--I would have woken up by now. On the other hand, how could any of this possibly be real?
After spending the last few years shamelessly pining after my own Mother, I had been given experiences that my wildest imagination couldn't match. If intimately exploring Mom's body wasn't a big enough surprise, waking up to a double-blowjob from her and Aunt Caitlin certainly was!
Now, curiosity struck me as I pondered what the rest of the day might hold. I'd gone to bed knowing that the dynamic between Mom and me would take some adjustment, but nothing could have prepared me for the mental gymnastics I'd need to ready myself for Aunt Caitlin, too. I could hear the two of them gabbing excitedly in the kitchen. The status quo had been altered, I knew, and as soon as I stepped out of the shower, I would be entering an entirely different world.
I was learning about my Mother, the woman behind the veil that she'd kept hidden from me, finding this new person to be the embodiment of the same love she had always shown me, expressed in a physical form. Through this new lens, I understood that this was her revealing her truest self to me, and my eager acceptance had only served to encourage her to explore those desires.
Accepting her transformation made Caitlin's attitude all the more believable--they are sisters, after all. The more my Mother displayed her tendency towards carnal affection, the easier it became to conflate her new image with the one I had developed over many years. This wasn't a new woman, this was the same Mother that breastfed me before I could defend myself, taught me how to walk, and burned in my brain her role as an unwavering beacon of compassion whose love knew no bounds.
The juxtaposed visual of her hunched on her knees, trying with all her might to heartily engulf the final few inches of my baby-maker, was slowly becoming less jarring. This was my Mother, she always had been, and I wouldn't change a thing about her.
Where I had been expecting a sense of anxiety when I exited the shower, I was pleasantly surprised to find the fear I'd been dreading had washed down the drain with the soapy water. I took a deep breath and stood on the small rectangular bathmat, feeling the rough material soak up the moisture still clinging to my toes. I enrobed myself with an equally scratchy towel and stood silently, itching to hear a shred of conversation slip between the floorboards.
Nothing greeted me save for the low mumbling of intentionally hushed tones, and I told myself that I was above planting my ear to the bathroom tile just to catch a snippet. Whatever they were talking about must have been slightly above my pay grade.
I left the shower with a trail of waterlogged footsteps that followed me towards my bedroom, though I was sure Mom would forgive my hurry so long as I made up for it later. I threw on the very first t-shirt I grabbed, and a pair of boxers I was nearly too big for, just to make my descent down the stairs come that much quicker.
I heard hurried shuffling coupled with poorly disguised giggles when the stairs creaked underfoot, foiling away my stealthy approach.
"Somebody's finally ready." Mom's voice carried me down the rest of the stairs like I was a cartoon floating towards a freshly baked pie.
"Ready for what?" I was thankful I got the final word out before rounding the corner into the kitchen or my sudden loss of breath would have rendered me speechless.
"For us, silly!" Aunt Caitlin piped up, straightening her back so when she leaned forward, her tits plopped on the kitchen counter with a heavy thud. "How was your shower, Bunny?"
Her alabaster skin was perfectly accented by the dark bathing suit hugging her body, swelling out in all the right places to make my mouth dry up. Her firm nipples formed noticeable peaks under the suit, enticing a fiery curiosity though I had held them in my hands less than an hour ago. The tight fit of her top was forcing the pillowy flesh to bulge out of the sides like two pudgy stress balls being squeezed on either end, intoxicating me to the point of shameless staring. The counter relieved a share of their weight and subtly flattened her massive tits, so they looked like a cream-coloured puddle of jiggly breast meat, perilously teetering on the edge of the counter.
"You don't think this is too small, do you?" She donned a cutesy voice and hoisted her melons by the strings around her neck, briefly swinging the pendulums off her chest before plopping them back down on the counter to re-establish their hefty size with another loud thud. "Your Mom thought you might like it."
Cottonmouth kept my voice at bay, so I nodded wordlessly with an affirmative grunt.
"I told you," Mom teased, stepping behind me and wrapping her arms around me to place a gentle kiss on my neck. "I know what my Son likes."
Mom's breasts pressed against my spine and ignited my nerves with a barrage of shivers. I laid my arms on top of hers as her kisses inched their way up my neck, a sensation made more intense when I closed my eyes to focus on it. "I hope you're ready for today, baby," She whispered so Caitlin couldn't hear, nibbling and flicking her tongue against my earlobe. "We aren't even halfway through."
Christmas morning couldn't rival my excitement at her words!
I turned around and gave Mom my full attention. Our hold did not waver as I lowered my neck to her level and went in for a kiss, testing the waters to see how casually we could step back into our new roles.
Our lips fit together in perfect harmony. I kissed my Mother as though we had just this moment together, shrugging off the existence of the world outside our embrace. Her hand rested against my cheek, fingers teasing the edge of my hairline. She let her tongue playfully dart from between the softness of her lips, searching for a playmate. Pushed forward against the eager explorer, I tangled my tongue with hers, letting the slippery snakes dance together, backed by the sounds of sloppy spit swapping and poorly hidden moans.
"You two are something else." Caitlin tapped her metal straw against the rim of her glass, freshly emptied.
Mom instinctively snapped away from me like we'd been caught, but released her tension when she was reminded who was with us in the kitchen. She rested her head against my chest and breathed deeply, giving my shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "Fuck, I forgot you were there, Cait." She chuckled.
My Aunt threw her hands in the air. "Seriously?"
Mom nodded bashfully, gazing up at me with a bonfire of lust brightly illuminating her eyes. "He's just..."
"Perfect," I finished for her, though she knew I wasn't referring to myself--her uncontrollable blushing gave that away.
"I swear if I have to get naked already, just to get your attention, I'll do it!" Caitlin threatened sarcastically.
She walked to refill her drink, swaying her hips side to side with enough exaggeration that it could catch a blind man's eye. The razor-thin line of her bikini bottom sat high on her waist, disappearing when it reached her bouncy ass cheeks and was swallowed from sight between the plump globes. The tiniest sliver of her slit could be seen poking out from between her quaking cheeks, but the black fabric hugging her bulging mound obscured a direct gaze at the prize I longed for.
I was convinced another few steps would cause Caitlin's boobs to burst out of their impossibly small prison, but she made it to the alcohol cabinet in one piece. I didn't know what she was looking for, but it must have been at the very back of the cupboard. She balanced on her toes and stuck her ass out until she nearly lost her footing, expertly poised to flaunt her delicious curves.
Caitlin grabbed a bottle of wine and spun on her heels, examining the label as though she wasn't aware my Mother and I were entranced by simply watching her walk around.
"You know," she unscrewed the lid and poured a healthy dose of medicine into her glass, which was still sporting the legs leftover from her last serving. "In some countries, it's considered rude to stare."
"Yeah, and in some countries, it's considered taboo to waltz around like a half-naked floozy in front of your Nephew." My Mom winked at me, earning ire from her Sister. "Some countries, I mean. Definitely not this one."
"Hardy har har," Caitlin bellowed, throwing her head side to side to embellish the sarcasm. "I don't care what's taboo in any country. I wanna have fun today so that's what I'm gonna do. Sean, lotion!"
I snatched up the tube she pointed to and held it like it contained the meaning of life, dumbly repeating "lotion" as I, a deer caught in the headlights, stared helplessly at her revealing outfit.
"See?" Caitlin raised an eyebrow and waltzed towards the patio door. "He's ready."
She slid the glass barrier open and stepped out into the sunshine, taking a moment to soak in the warmth before extending to me her hand. "Join me?"
I looked eagerly at my Mom for affirmation. "Gooooo," she said, rolling her eyes with a fiendish smile. "Entertain her."
"Are you sure? What about breakfast?" I asked, again quite dumbly.
Mom handed me an apple from the fruit bowl and pointed to the corner cupboard. "Get a protein bar or something, but hurry! Caitlin already ate, remember? She isn't gonna wait for you to do the same."
"I can wait for you!" I tried to insist, but Caitlin hooked her arm around mine and dragged me across the threshold into the glare of the afternoon sun.
"I still need a drink, and so do you! Go with your Aunt; I'll bring us something strong." She patted my bum on my way out the door, exchanging a knowing glance with her Sister that I was likely not supposed to see.
Drinking before noon wasn't typical of my Mother, but then again, none of this was.
"Did you bring the lotion? I only use this new natural brand, it's way safer and, in a pinch, works pretty well as a makeshift lube." Caitlin sat sideways on one of the many lounge chairs around the pool, patting behind her to invite me to join. "If I come home with too dark of a tan, your Uncle is gonna start asking questions, so let's try to make sure that doesn't happen, okay?"
"Sure thing, Aunt Caitlin." I scooched behind her, laying my legs on either side of her like I was preparing for a bear hug. "Where should I start?"
Caitlin untied the string around her neck and clasped an arm around her tits to stop the behemoths from escaping their cage. "Right here, Bunny. Can't have uneven lines, can we?"
Impulse guided my gaze around her tummy, hoping to catch a glimpse of the tidal wave of breast meat she was struggling to hold back.
"Boy, you sure are impatient, aren't you?" Caitlin chirped. "You take after your Mother."
"I do?" I squirted lotion into my hands and rubbed them together to warm it.
"You sure do."
"How?" I rubbed both hands against her skin and felt the knots in my stomach unwind. Her skin was flawlessly smooth, letting me glide down her neck over her slim shoulders like sculpted marble.
"You don't think your Mother just up and turned into a Mommy-slut out of the blue, do you?"
Truthfully, I hadn't thought about it. "I guess not, no."
"Exactly! So, who do you think taught her to channel that inner lust fiend into something awesome?" Ego was peppered throughout her words, but it was more than enough to inflate them. "I'm sure she's a great Mom--"
"The best." I cut in.
"Oh, of course, you would say that Bunny." She blew me a kiss. "But before she was the best Mom in the world, she was my slutty little Sister, and I was--"
"Her slutty older Sister?" I laughed, but Caitlin's death glare made me rethink my words. "I meant her slutty...experienced Sister?"
"Much better, thank you, Bunny."
Intrigue got the better of me but didn't stop me from massaging my Aunt like I was trying to decorate her skin with fingerprints. "So, what did you, like...do together?"
Caitlin cackled and almost lost control of her breasts. "What didn't we do? The only thing your mother ever said no to was anything involving her ass."
Urgent curiosity formed in the pit of my stomach. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, at this point I'm not sure if anything is too graphic, but we were each other's first kiss. We went down on each other almost every night, for crying out loud! If you wanna know how to push Sophie's buttons, just ask."
"Her...ass..." I couldn't muster a complete sentence. "She, like, never even let you near it?"
"A handful of times, but just barely. You're lucky she promised it to you--that's a tall order."
If Caitlin had been looking at me, she would have gained a glimpse of my soul trying to stop itself from exploding out of my body. I had both my hands on her hips, holding her firmly as I slid them over her ribs and drew a line directly under her bust. "She said that?"
"You didn't know? I knew she wouldn't tell you. That's classic Sophie."
By now, Mom and I were all but an open book, so I wondered what could be holding her back when she had been the one to invite Caitlin here and move us in this direction. "Why didn't she let you?"
"Play with her asshole?" My Aunt was nothing if not blunt. "Every time we tried she was either too uncomfortable, or in too much pain."
"Won't I hurt her, then?"
"Brag much, Bunny?" Caitlin craned her neck to peek around her back and see my slowly stiffening boner poking her in the spine. "Actually, come to think of it, you probably will. But she promised me I'd get to help if I came by today, and I don't let people break promises."
"I wonder if she ever let Dad, uh, back there."
"She did, a couple of times, but I don't even think you were born yet, so it's been a very, very long time for her."
"Then why would she even want to try with me?"
Caitlin shrugged and proceeded to swell my heart three sizes too big. "I dunno, Bunny, I guess she just loves you that much."
Damn.
"Ahem!" A voice came bellowing from behind us. "You wouldn't happen to be talking behind my back, would you?"
I turned around to see my Mother, in all her undeniable glory, leaning against the doorframe with a dark red drink in each hand. It took a moment to sink in, but I soon realized that the bikini she now had on was the same one she'd been wearing in the photo that ignited this entire journey. Caitlin put a finger under my chin and closed my slacked jaw to save it from colliding with the floor.
Mom's breasts were searching for a way out of her top, but it was glued so tightly to her chest that they were pinned down by the garment and had to settle for spilling breast meat over the sides. Every dainty step her cute little feet took across the concrete would shift her weight and cause both of the heavy balloons to bump together. Two pearly white juggernauts, crashing into one another like a boob tsunami, each brazenly daring the sun to tan their porcelain glow. I could see the swell of Mom's juicy bottom curve out around the edge of her legs, reinvigorating the idea that I may be getting up close and personal with it quite soon.
"Wow, Mom, you look amazing." I was entranced by every agonizing second that she spent striding towards me, dramatically rocking her hips side to side.
"I do?" she said sheepishly, feigning shyness. "I just thought I'd throw this old thing on to see how it looks."
"It looks," I poured over her body, head to toe, "really, really fantastic. You look fantastic, I mean."
"Thanks, baby." Mom stood next to me with her hips next to my head and handed me a glass of red liquid. "Try this. I used to drink it with Caitlin all the time when we were kids."
"Is that Cooch Hooch?" Caitlin clapped her hands together. "I guess mine is still inside, right? Because I know you wouldn't forget to make me one, right?"
Mom pointed to the full glass of wine sitting on the table, earning nothing more than a dissatisfied grunt from Caitlin. "Fine, I'll make my own." She downed the rest of her drink and stormed off towards the kitchen to fix another.
Mom placed her hand in my hair and rested my head against her hip. My eyes closed as I let any sense of reality drift away with the cool, crisp breeze, escaping from my body like someone had pulled my soul out with a vacuum. Mom smelled like oranges with a touch of vanilla. It had always been my favorite and the nostalgia collision drove me straight down memory lane.
"I love you, Mom." I smiled through a sigh.
She nuzzled her nose against the top of my head and stroked my cheek. "I love you too, baby. Very, very much." She kissed my forehead and rested her hand on my shoulder to balance as she sat on the nearest lounge chair.
Silence befell us, but it carried no awkwardness. Just being in the presence of a woman as special as my Mother, feeling such undivided closeness with her, was the most comfortable I had ever felt. I knew whatever came next would be monumental and, though trepidation plagued me with every new revelation, I knew that if I was with Mom it would all turn out alright.
"So, uh, what's in this?" I raised the glass of Cooch Hooch to my eyeline and made a show of examining it top to bottom. "And why the hell did you give it such a weird name?"
Mom took a slow sip of her drink and held her with both hands. "Well, every time your Aunt and I drank it we loosened up a little...sometimes a lot. I think it's a bit too on-the-nose, but you know Caitlin--she loves to be direct."
"Loose meaning?" I pried for an answer.
"Meaning exactly what you think it means, young man." She gave me a playful kick and grinned devilishly as she took another sip. "I wasn't always a Mother, you know."
"Aunt Caitlin was just telling me about that, actually." Now I had her attention.
"I knew my ears were burning, but what does that mean?"
I shrugged. "Exactly what you think it means."
Mom narrowed her eyes at me. "I know it comes easy for you, but don't get cute. What did she tell you?"
"She said precisely what you were too timid to say!" Caitlin said, coming hurriedly towards us, arms bowed out so she wouldn't spill her drink. "Sorry, I spilled a bit, but I wanna be here for this."
Mom stared at me with her head cocked at a slight angle. "What did she tell you?" I think she was afraid she already knew the answer.
"Well, she uh, Caitlin I mean, told me that you made her a promise that if she showed up today--"
"You already told him!" Mom squealed in annoyance, scrunching her face up and glaring at her Sister with a frustrated pout. "I wanted to tell him!"
"You took too long!" Caitlin insisted. "It just slipped out. I'm sorry, Soff, but if it makes you feel any better he seemed shaken to the core that I even mentioned it, so you're not gonna have to ask him twice. He's really excited!"
Mom whipped around to face me. "You are?"
I nodded.
"Oh...well, I guess that's settled." Then, to Caitlin, "Part of me was kind of hoping you'd forget but--"
"I never forget!" Caitlin cheered herself on. "Come on, be honest, you're a little bit excited too."
I could see in Mom's eyes that her nerves were diluting whatever excitement she may have had. She may have been interested in attempting it, but her history gave me the impression that it would be a steep uphill battle. "Mom, if you're too scared, we don't have to do it."
"She's not getting out of it that easily," Caitlin taunted. "A promise is a promise, right Soff?"
Mom took a concentrated breath. "You're right." She laid a hand on my knee and gave it a comforting squeeze. "I'll be okay, as long as you're gentle."
"Gentle sounds good." I was just thrilled there was any option on the table that included anal with my Mother. If she wanted me to be gentle, that's what she would get.
I could tell the anticipation was weighing heavy on Mom, so I sought to distract her. "It's really sunny out--do you want me to get your back, Mom?" I was already reaching for the lotion.
"Sure, why not? I could use some color, but last time I fell asleep out here I paid the price for weeks." She lay face down on the lounger, untethering the string keeping her bikini top around her neck.
I warmed the lotion up between my palms as best I could, examining Mom's body for a place to start. She wagged her butt back and forth as she awaited my touch, writhing under the anticipation. I wanted to dive right into the doughy mounds but knew patience would be the better path.
My hands began at her waist, thumbs digging into the small of her back with my fingers curling around her sides. I moved my hands up towards her spine and pushed out a hearty groan; clearly, I was doing something right. I rubbed my hands up farther until I reached her shoulders, then pulled a wide U-turn and descended the smooth sides of Mom's well-toned torso, down to the large swell of her ass cheeks. Her legs were pressed together, making the mountain of quivering flesh bulge out as far as it could while foiling my attempt to peek underneath to catch a glimpse of her hidden hole.
Caitlin had taken to sunbathing, and though she was right next to us, it felt like she was a world away. She hadn't said anything in ages, so I understood that she was giving us some alone time so I could admire my Mother's body.
Mom's skin was soaking up the lotion, like it had found an oasis in the desert. I would have been content to spend the day massaging Mom's luscious curves, but I dared myself to go further. I crouched over her legs, so I had a more comfortable angle and expected her to ask what I was doing, but she said nothing. Instead, she waited for my next move.
I placed a hand on either leg right above her knees and slowly worked them upwards, so my thumbs pressed against the insides of her thighs. Her skin was incredibly soft, molding under pressure like memory foam no matter how softly I dug in. The thin line of her bikini was nestled snugly against her slit, disappearing between her chubby bottom so only the tail was visible at the top.
My hands settled underneath the giant globes and kneaded them, pushing her cheeks against each other so they would bulge out just before being spread apart again. The heat between Mom's legs rolled over my fingers, teasing me with treasure that lay behind the thin fabric barricade that separated us, radiating as if a small sun was trapped inside of her, enticing me to find it.
Both hands had a firm grip on Mom's ass, squishing the pudgy cheeks so the soft dough oozed like putty through my fingers. I timidly spread them apart, waiting to be scolded, but was instead given free reign over Mom's body. It took some effort to keep a hold as Mom's skin was slick from the lotion, and even with the seductive glimmer it gave her rounded bottom, I partly wished I could gain better traction to spread her open. I was forced to juggle my grip back and forth as my hands slid around the slippery surface, giving Mom the massage she wanted, but still getting something out of it for myself.
I pushed my thumbs up against the outer ring of Mom's asshole and spread her from there. The deeper venture between her cheeks surprised her, and she gasped accordingly, but I was determined to hold the upper hand. I opened her as wide as I could, letting the cool breeze flutter against her. Her asshole was scarcely covered by her bikini, and the wider I stretched her, the more it winked at me from beneath the tiny string. A trace of lotion from my thumbs had spread on the outer rim of her puckered ring, giving the tight, puckered hole a subtle shine that I was hypnotically drawn into.
I pulled the bikini string aside with one hand, keeping an eye on Mom to see if she would react, but she gave me nothing. I obeyed my instinct and tugged it as far away from her body as I could. It wrapped around my thumb so I could still use both hands to play with her bum, but I wasn't satisfied yet. Mom gave her booty a small shake to encourage my advances and I humbly obliged.
With the final obstacle out of the way, Mom's holes opened to me. Her vagina, a robust, bright pink, was spread even wider than her ass. Slick, sweet juice coated her entrance and turned her once-delicate passage into a gooey, slippery mess, with strands of honey reaching from one side of her stretched-out hole to the other. Whether intentional or not, Mom was clenching her holes in a steady rhythm that lulled me into a sense of serenity, hypnotized by her ritualistic squeezes. Even with her ass spread this wide, Mom had no trouble flexing her strengths, no doubt to impress me with her elasticity, but all I saw was a pulsating tunnel aching for something it could cling to.
I was so focused on touching my Mother that I clued out for a second when she slid the bottle of lotion over the curve of her bottom and pointed the nozzle directly above her puckered asshole. The bottle pumped out a healthy dollop right against the wrinkled donut, which began trickling down over the bumpy surface while leaving a subtle trail of chalky white lotion in its path.
I thanked my lucky stars that Caitlin brought this all-natural lotion, as I couldn't see myself getting inside of Mom without it. After liberally spreading the deposit around Mom's clenched ring, I knew the easy part was over. Her butthole was an immaculate jewel glistening in the sun, with each tiny crack filled with slippery lotion that let me glide seamlessly over the raised rim, rubbing my finger against the tunnel like I was trying to shine it to an even brighter gleam. Mom was letting out cute little moans every time I pushed against her tender backdoor, and after a few minutes she began thrusting her hips back to meet me.
Mom's head was buried in her arms. Hair covered her face so I couldn't see what she was feeling, so I pried. "Mom, are you okay?"
She gave a hurried nod and wiggled her ass again, urging me to continue.
A gentle nudge lodged the tip of my thumb inside the first ring of Mom's asshole, and she clenched up like she was trying to snap it off. I could feel the second, deeper muscular ring spasming as it realized it was next, but the sensation of being hugged by Mom's slippery pocket was already overwhelming. My dick was about to rip a hole in my shorts, but I told myself the benefits of exercising self-control would show themselves in time, so I focused on trying to make Mom feel as good as possible.
I inched deeper into Mom's ass at a snail's pace. Partly to help her get comfortable, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't enthralled by the feeling of every individual ridge, every velvety soft wall and gooey corner surrounding my finger like a steamy, sticky blanket.
At last, I felt my knuckle meet the stretched-out hole. The tension being put on the inner ring was making Mom uncomfortable, and she squirmed harder the deeper I went. Rather than force it, I curled my thumb and put more pressure against one side of her tunnel, and began sliding out, stretching her the entire way. I could feel an unbelievable heat blazing inside her core, and as I edged back inside, it only grew hotter.
It felt like I'd found a hidden layer that was begging to be opened. As I slid my thumb farther, I found that the texture of Mom's insides began to change. The wrinkles disappeared and were replaced by an unfathomable softness, wrapping my thumb in a fleshy, velvet sweater. She clung tirelessly to my finger but followed my manipulation with every push and pull like she was trying to teach her insides to shapeshift. Half my thumb vanished inside my Mother's asshole, and with a final push, her muscles finally lost their will to fight. She was loosened to the point where, even though she wasn't ready, my entire thumb could slide the rest of the way into her bottom.
"Oh, oh, oooooh!" Mom squealed; her knuckles white as she gripped the chair with stiff limbs. "Baby, oh my god, that feels so weird, what the hell are you doing back there?"
"Just stretching you. Gentle, remember?" I bent down and kissed one of her quivering cheeks, leaving behind a small hickey. "Can I move my finger around?"
"I...I guess so?" Mom's voice was two octaves higher than I was expecting. Her grip on the chair, and on my finger, had only gotten tighter when she was faced with my whole thumb in her ass.
I wiggled my thumb up and down against Mom's soft anal walls, hoping to soften the anaconda vice in which I was trapped. Some of the tension lifted, so I began sliding my finger out, but I hadn't even made it to the nail before Mom was squealing and forcing her asshole shut with all her might.
"Uuuuhhhh, that feels...oh my god! Sean, baby, that feels so weird!" she cried out, kicking her legs against the lounge as an act of resistance. I wasn't sure if she meant to eject me, but her sudden squeeze pushed my finger out of her asshole in an instant. Mom tucked her knees underneath her chest and groaned, rocking back and forth. "Fuuuuuck, that was...I was not expecting that."
"Did it hurt?" I asked.
"A little bit, mostly when you went in a bit deeper. But when you pulled it out, even a little bit...it's so strange to feel that and know that it's just your finger." I knew what she meant, and I didn't pry further.
"It could've been worse," Caitlin chimed in, sucking down the last of her Cooch Hooch. I had completely forgotten she existed. Hell, I had forgotten that time itself existed. For how long had I been playing with Mom's ass?
"How so?" Mom grumbled, rubbing her cheeks with a pout.
"He could have used that thing." Caitlin lowered her sunglasses and leered at my erection, standing proudly at attention to form a large tent in my shorts. "Just imagine that, huh?"
"I'm trying not to," Mom lamented, rolling onto her back to stare up at the clouds. "Okay, baby, I think I'm all lotioned up. Maybe we could go for a swim now? I need something to soothe my poor butthole."
I wasn't sure if Mom was playing up the pain to avoid trying again later, but I took comfort in knowing that Caitlin wouldn't allow such trickery.
Whether from the blazing sun, or a sore bum, we were all forced into the pool for one reason or another. I casually swam laps around the pool and let my mind wander for a few minutes, only to find that it landed back at the same place every time. The alcohol had started to take effect, and every thought seemed to make me more excited for the day to play out as the anxiety, as reasonable as it was, washed away. Water blocked out any sound from reaching me, and I felt at peace kicking my way through the water.
As I felt myself slowly succumbing to whatever powerful alcohol my Aunt had fed me, I heard her and Mom doing the same. Nothing could stop them from bickering and having alcohol plus a man to squabble over was turning them back into petty teenagers.
I lifted my head out of the water just in time to see Caitlin cackle as she splashed my pouting Mother. "Who's soaking wet now?" she taunted without mercy, leaving very little subtlety as to what they were arguing about.
"Oh, you wanna know who's wet?" Mom sent her own furious tidal wave at her Sister and nearly knocked the drink out of her hand. "Both of us, now, you ditz!"
Caitlin downed the last of her drink. "It is so on!" She lunged at Mom and the two began playfully trying to push each other under the water. Part of me wanted to intervene, but a much bigger part of me wanted to watch two beautiful women fighting in skimpy bathing suits.
Mom splashed Caitlin with a wave and used it as a distraction to launch her own attack, clinging to her Sister's waist and dragging her below the water in a bout of hectic thrashing. When they resurfaced it was clear who was winning: me.
Aunt Caitlin had pulled Mom's suit down far enough that one of her breasts had fallen out, while Mom had been rough enough to completely strip Caitlin's top off so that it was bunched up just below her boobs. Neither woman so much as flinched, despite their nudity, whereas I felt like a bomb would go off in my stomach at any second.
They dove at each other a final time and fought for what seemed like a half-hour before each retired to their respective sides of the pool. Caitlin had not bothered to put her boobs away, and Mom had completely lost the bikini top that had barely been keeping her contained to begin with.
"You did that on purpose, didn't you?" Caitlin raised an accusatory tone and cracked a smile through her labored breathing.
"Maybe," Mom shot back, resting on her elbows on the poolside. "But so did you."
"Maybe, maybe not." Caitlin turned her attention back to me. "Didn't your Mother ever teach you not to stare?"
I rolled my eyes and swam between them. "I think we're well past that by now."
Bright rays of sun brought out the best in both women, highlighting the beads of water dripping off the swells of their enormous breasts with the rise and fall of their heavy breathing. Even from a standing position their boobs were nearly touching the water, and I wanted nothing more than to have my hands back on them. The cool breeze was giving their nipples reason to stiffen, and picturing bouncing back and forth between mom's tiny, pink rubbery nubs to Aunt Caitlin's fat, chocolate brown caps was making me dizzy.
Sensing my urgency, Mom gestured towards the house. "Should we go inside before we get burned?" She turned to rise out of the water and kicked her legs until her bum left the pool, causing her bottoms to cling to her thick booty.
Underestimating your opponent is never a good move, and Mom gave Caitlin the window she needed to secure her victory. She leapt across the pool as soon as Mom's back was turned and looped her thumbs into either side of her bathing suit. Before my Mom could exit the pool, she was completely bottomless. Her ass rippled and sprayed water in every direction as it broke the surface tension and rose from the pool, displaying tan lines that looked too perfect to be an accident. My brain was recording in slow motion so I could remember every detail later.
"Caitlin, what the fuck!" She dove back underwater with a squeal, scanning the neighboring houses to see if anyone had caught a glimpse. "I know these people; I can't have them see my Sister stripping me in front of my Son!"
Caitlin loaded the bikini bottoms on her fingers like a slingshot and sent them off towards the house, far out of reach. "Oopsie! Sorry, Soff."
Mom glared angrily at her before realizing she had an ace up her sleeve. "Sean, baby, could you get those for Mommy?" Her eyes pleaded with me, but I was too afraid of Caitlin's wrath to take a side.
"Don't drag him into this. Be a big girl," She teased, untying her suit so she could wiggle out of it easier. She threw it beside Mom's bottoms and stood, fully naked, in all her glory. "Your move."
In a word, she was beautiful. In many more words she was so astonishingly sexy that I had to double down on my effort to swallow the lump in my throat.
Caitlin's chest was bedazzled with thousands of water droplets, reflecting the sun, and striking her with a heavenly glow that perfectly embodied her vibrant, sexual aura. Her skin was smoother than marble, save for the small goosebumps evoked by the same breeze that tickled her nipples until they hardened like bullets. Each of her milk bags hung low against her belly, but her areolas had me locked in a staring contest. The rubbery, brown surface made my mouth water when I pictured sucking them into my mouth and flicking my tongue over her nipples.
Unlike Mom, Caitlin sported no tan lines. Her body was one uniform color from head to toe, the only exception being her dark pubic hair, trimmed neatly above her slit. Her pussy bulged out from the way she was standing with her hips pushed forward, showing off how round and juicy her mound was. I could see her petals poking through her lips, and I couldn't wait to see how different she felt compared to my Mother.
Mom sheepishly scanned the windows again and, convinced we were as alone as we could be, undid her top all the way. The two goddesses were matched in their daringness, and I was the one soaking up the reward.
Caitlin caught me staring but said nothing. Rather, I watched an idea take hold of her that she seemed eager to share. "Bunny, could you do something for me?"
I nodded.
"Could you go inside and take a seat on the couch? We'll be in soon, I promise."
I jumped out of the pool and would've forgotten to dry off if Mom hadn't called after me, but I was too eager to see what Caitlin had in store to be thinking clearly. As I stepped inside, Caitlin whispered something to Mom, and Mom tensed up in response.
My mind was racing, but I tried to stay grounded. I took my shorts off and hung them in the laundry room, wrapping a towel around myself to maintain the sliver of modesty I had left. The house was quiet, but it didn't stay that way for long. Caitlin entered shortly after Mom and I, and Mom darted towards the stairs without so much as a glance in my direction. Neither of them had gotten dressed, giving me a chance to catch Mom's bottom jiggling behind her as she shuffled upstairs.
"She'll be okay. She's gotta take care of something." Caitlin winked, standing in front of me with her hands on my temples. Stark naked and still dripping with water, Caitlin was threatening to take the spot of the "sexiest woman in the world," but her competition was stiff.
Caitlin towered over me, breasts eclipsing the ceiling lights and shrouding me in shadow. I was eye level with her belly button, giving me my first close up of the beauty between her legs. My Aunt wasn't shaven like Mom, her dark brown hair trimmed so it rested in a neat tuft on top of her mound in a perfect triangle, accenting the fat, bulging lips below. The whole length of her slit was visible, with hints of pink pussy meat peeking out from between the smooth, wet folds. "You and I have something to take care of too. Don't we, Bunny?"
My hands answered for me. I planted them under her ass and cupped both of her swollen cheeks, shaking the plump mounds back and forth so they clapped together. I eagerly climbed farther up until I had one enormous globe in each hand. I dug my fingers in and felt her softness give way with the lightest touch, oozing around me like the inside of a toasted marshmallow. I playfully swatted one fat cheek as I kissed her belly button, and she winced a little.
"Are you gonna play nice?" Her hands tousled my hair.
"Do I have to?" I didn't look up for an answer. I slapped her ass harder and felt both cheeks quaking like a bowl of vanilla pudding. I pulled her into me and lowered my head, placing my next kiss right at her waistline.
She pulled back before I could kiss any lower, but not enough to break our hold. "Not yet! This is about you."
"What is?" I tried again to kiss my way down her body despite her weak reluctance.
She finally broke away and knelt, taking the corner of my towel in her hand. "Just trust me, Bunny. I'm gonna get you ready for your Mom."
Aunt Caitlin slowly opened the towel and let it fall beside me, taking her time as she did. I was starting to get hard, and she wanted to get me there; I could see it in her eyes. Without averting her gaze, she lifted her hand and filled it with a healthy gob of saliva. Her fingers worked the lube around her palm for a second before she reached towards me.
This was far from the first time her hands had been on me, but I still felt palpable anticipation building in the pit of my stomach. My dick throbbed reflexively as she neared me, waiting anxiously to feel her slippery fingers wrap around me.
She circled her hand around the head of my cock, squeezing it gently as if to wake it from a deep slumber. Caitlin's hand rotated in a calm, measured pattern as she worked her way around the head, making sure the entire helmet was slick before she bent down and spat another mouthful onto it. The bubbles trailed down my shaft, Caitlin's hand following close behind them. She gripped me with focused intention, making sure that every methodical pull inflated my bulbous helmet a little more, coaxing blood to my purple crown with every stroke.
While one hand stayed circled around the head, Caitlin made use of her other to gingerly squeeze my balls, rolling them back and forth between her fingers, gently tugging my sack towards the floor. She used a fingernail to tickle my perineum like a feather, exploiting a weakness I had never been aware of that made me grateful I was sitting down.
It didn't take long before the whole shaft was sparkling and drenched, gleaming with a thick layer of homemade lube courtesy of my Aunt. Even my balls were treated to tiny beads of saliva running over them and sending shivers through my entire body. I flexed impulsively, begging for more attention from her master handiwork.
Caitlin pushed me back against the couch and climbed beside me, her hand still securely fastened on my cock. Her face hovered just above mine, teasing me with a kiss that she didn't yet plan to give. Every tiny manipulation elicited such extreme reactions that I knew Caitlin was probably relishing the feeling of complete control. Her smile rode the line between playful and evil, giving me enough pleasure to feel like I could orgasm at any moment, without giving me that final push.
I was a worm writhing on a hook, pushing myself into the couch in search of relief from her onslaught of slippery tugging. She cooed and leaned into my ear so her soft lips pressed against the nape of my neck, sending lightning through my body that bounced around like an echo in a cave. "Does Bunny's cock feel good?"
"Y-yes," I choked out, eyes glazing over. It felt weird having her call me that at first, but as with everything today, I was quickly growing used to it.
"Do you wanna come for me?" Her words were breathy and hot on my neck. I nodded incessantly, but that's exactly what she wanted. "I know you do, but you gotta wait for your Mommy, okay?"
"Fuck, Aunt Caitlin, that's so unfair." I dug my nails into my palms to feel something, anything, other than her slippery fingers gliding over me. "I don't know if I can make it!"
"Oh no, not yet, but I think I have an idea." She giggled as if she knew something I didn't. "Here, is this any better?"
Caitlin tore her hands off me and I sat up in revolt, assuming that we had reached the end of our session. Even though I was playing with fire, I didn't want it to end. "Wait, wait I didn't mean--oooooh, fuck."
Hot, muggy wetness enveloped me and the familiar feeling of a slimy tongue coiling around me released an anvil in my guts. Caitlin was squarely seated between my legs with her hands on either of my thighs, bobbing her head just enough to swallow my engorged plum between her lips with every dip. Her tongue was glued to my frenulum, expertly sliding under the head, and dragging the velvety softness against me every time she took me inside her mouth.
She didn't dare take more than just the head, not yet. Fulfilling her role as an expert tease meant I was still a while away from being allowed to come. Her eyes were trained on mine, wide and innocuous as though it wasn't her Nephew's cock she was slobbering over like a horny teenager. Her gaze filled me with a sense of calm, clearing my mind so that I began to let myself succumb to Caitlin's sloppy guzzling routine.
I could have been seated in a chair made of nails, it wouldn't have mattered. All my normal senses had taken the day off, leaving only what I needed to feel Caitlin voraciously gobbling my cock. Her tongue pushed me to the side of her mouth, nuzzling me up against her plushy cheeks and wiggling free of the meaty intruder. She bettered me with wet kisses, fighting to make room inside her cramped mouth.
Caitlin created a symphony of soft suckling noises underscored by my defeated groaning. I was sure the whole house would have been able to hear if anyone else was home, and smirked at the thought of my Mother upstairs having to hear her Sister sloppily nursing on her Son's cock.
Her lips parted and saliva began to drool out, but she didn't stop it. She let the streams of spit cascade down my pole as she gently dragged me across the roof of her mouth, lazily brushing me across the bumpy surface while meticulously coating me from balls to tip in foamy saliva.
Caitlin took down another inch, careful not to make me come yet but eager to push the limits. She pushed my cockhead against the inside of her cheek and rubbed the ballooning orb over the surface like she was trying to polish the fat egg to a brilliant shine. I marveled at the sight of my drooling Aunt trying fruitlessly to contain the saliva in her mouth as she flicked her tongue over me with a thousand butterfly kisses she couldn't help, or wouldn't resist, letting little dribbles of spit ooze from her open mouth.
Her hands formed a diamond around the base of my sack, capturing my balls so they were pushed out towards her. If she had taken another few inches, she would have been touching them with her chin, and not far after that, her lips would be pressed flush against my smooth sack. Caitlin lightly tugged on my balls as she nursed on my spongy head, fighting the urge to put me in her throat as she had earlier.
"Ca you tae moe?" Her words were full of hope, and I didn't want to let her down, but being trapped inside her mouth while she spoke had unintended side effects that made it hard to not come on the spot. Her entire mouth vibrated around me, bouncing me around so that I bumped against every wet and slippery corner as she tried to speak without letting me slip out.
"Can I take...more?" I knew what she had said, but I needed a second to process what "more" could mean, but I didn't need to wonder for long.
Caitlin tightened her hold around my balls and took a deep breath through her nose, slurping the head one last time before she began her steady descent down the length of my cock. I was almost halfway in when I bumped the back of her throat, and the spongy flesh welcomed me with a loving hug before she inched me deeper. The dull pressure flattening the head of my cock told me she was at her limit, but Aunt Caitlin was nothing if not persistent. She paused, letting her lips work around me, sawing them back and forth while she prodded the back of her throat with my bulging cockhead, trying to find the sweet spot.
We both knew when she found it, as her lips stopped moving and she pulled back just barely enough to capture one final breath before nuzzling my cock flat against her gullet. With a slow, firm push, Caitlin popped me farther down her throat and dipped my cock into the vat of hot, slimy magma boiling at her center. She lurched as I edged down the tunnel, but she didn't release me, giving me a taste of her talent. Each time her body seized up, the throat prison entombing me smothered my cock in a gooey, warm embrace that took all my concentration to withstand. This pattern, along with her slow, tender tugs on my balls, repeated until both of her lips were resting snugly against my pelvis.
I bucked and squirmed, nudging her esophagus with every movement but eliciting no resistance from her. She stayed happily nuzzled against my stomach as she marinated my throbbing erection in a thick, gooey coat of saliva.
Air finally became a necessity so Caitlin unplugged her gullet just enough to breathe, circling one hand around the root of my cock, following her lips upwards as she released me from her clutches. Her hand rapidly jerked up and down my shaft as she focused again on delicately nursing my pulsing head, swirling her tongue around me in time with the slow, deliberate strokes of her hand.
She vacuum-sealed her mouth for one last slurp before relinquishing me with a loud pop! She sank back onto her legs and wiped a sizable gob of drool away from the corner of her mouth.
"I thought that would make you come for sure," she whined, still half excited that she didn't have to stop playing yet.
"It will!" I exclaimed with desperation. "I thought I was supposed to wait!"
"Wait for what?" Mom's familiar voice woke me from my near-orgasmic stupor. She was still naked, but looked even more beautiful than ever.
Her heavy breasts looked divine as they hung over her folded arms, swooping over her tiny limbs like a tidal wave of soft, heavy dough that she could just barely support. The light from the hallway illuminated her silhouette well enough that I could make out the clean-shaven peach nestled between her legs forming a perfect "V," tipped with a small crease where her smooth, pudgy lips started to bulge out. Mom's ass was so incredibly rounded that I could see it swelling behind her, and even though she was facing me, I felt my attention drawn hypnotically to that side of her. Each time her adorable little toes touched down the stairs, it made her bottom quake up and down, rhythmically punctuating each step like a booming bass that made the swollen globes dance around.
"I thought we were waiting, you minx," she chastised her sister, her breasts still dangling over her arms. Her nipples were getting hard, and I knew she was harboring more jealousy than anger.
Catlin's hand continued to stroke me as Mom descended the stairs and knelt beside her. "We were, but then I got excited and I just...really wanted to make him come. Can you blame me?"
"Not even a little bit." Mom fixated her gaze on my cock, no doubt impressed that Caitlin had gotten me so close to the edge without finding it. With her faux innocent Mommy tone fully loaded, her voice dipped my soul in a bath of luscious honey. "Oh, my goodness, he's very, very hard. Did you do this to my sweet boy?"
"You know I did." Aunt Caitlin popped me back inside her mouth to clean up the saliva dripping off me. "Did you do what I told you to?"
My interest piqued as Mom nodded shyly, and I couldn't resist the temptation. "What did you do, Mom?"
"Patience, Bunny." Caitlin shot Mom a knowing look. "I think we should take him upstairs. What do you think, Soff?"
Mom bit her lip for a second, hesitating, but ultimately agreed.
The walk upstairs was one of the longest of my life. Sandwiched between two gorgeous mothers vying for who would use me first made every step feel like an eternity, but Mom's hand squeezing mine assured me that we wouldn't be leaving the bedroom without something special happening.
"Bed, now." Caitlin snapped her fingers and pointed to the edge of the bed for me to take a seat. She turned to Mom and whispered something. Mom nodded, and they both approached me.
We resumed the position we'd had downstairs with both women sitting between my legs, staring at the hulking erection bobbing in their face. The map of sprawling veins that extended up my length pulsed excitedly when so much as a breath passed by, but that anticipation made the moment that much sweeter. My balls were pulled against my body--any more inflation would cause me to burst.
"Where do you wanna start?" Caitlin said to Mom, omitting me from the conversation. The two matronly vultures eyed their prey with hunger surging behind their stare, thrusting me into submission as I waited helplessly for them to decide what to do with me. To me.
Mom's hand caressed my leg as she beamed with pride at my towering erection, but her eyes slowly drifted away from the inflated head and down towards my balls. Her hand followed her gaze as she cupped the tightly pulled sack in a "U" with her hand, pulling the swollen bulge towards her so it seemed to grow before her very eyes.
"I wanna start here. Gotta make sure his cum stays nice and warm." Her logic wasn't great, but if it meant she was going to baste my balls with a torrent of sloppy kisses, I really couldn't complain.
Mom patted the inside of my thigh, and I spread my legs to give her room to lower her head so she could greet my balls with a loving tongue bath. Not to be outdone, Caitlin reminded me why I had nearly come in her mouth so quickly by falling back into her practiced rhythm without missing a beat.
Mom sucked one of my fat orbs into her mouth and dragged her tongue across it, nudging it back and forth with the soft paddle of her tongue as her lips slurped their way towards the second. Her jaw stretched open, and her tongue nuzzled flat against my sack as she sucked like a vacuum, gulping the second sphere into her mouth. Her cheeks bulged out from trying to contain the weighty guests, and she made a show of tapping her fingers against the outside of her cheek to show me just how much she had stuffed inside.
Caitlin paid no mind to her Sister. With her lips stretched around me, and her tongue sliding along underneath, she welcomed me back inside with open arms...well, an open throat, actually. She tenderly gorged on the spongy head, flicking her tongue against the bottom, and loudly sucking to make sure the dripping river of saliva didn't overflow more than she could handle. The stream trickled down to my balls where my Mother was fighting for air, smothered beneath her dick-sucking Sister and her Son's plump ballsack.
Caitlin's spit pooled around Mom's lips, dripping down onto her face the more my Aunt worked on me, but Mom didn't complain. Instead, she used a hand to sweep the lube off her lips and lathered it around the base of my cock, twisting her hand in a spiral to rise and meet Caitlin's lips every time she dipped down.
Both hands were needed for Caitlin to steady herself on my thighs as she fervently thrust my cock to the back of her throat over and over again, so Mom took over the steady stroking that her Sister had so expertly employed.
Caitlin threw herself as far down as she could, ignoring the mess she was making--Mom was there to clean it up. If anything, she probably did a sloppy job on purpose just to make a mess of Mom, as any good sibling would. Mom was still attached to my balls but managed to work her hand in a corkscrew motion around the bottom few inches of meaty dong, gliding through the saliva plastering my length in perfect unison with Caitlin's violent lurches.
Mom's lips gnawed at both balls like she was trying to swallow as much of them as she could without hurting me. Her mouth pressed against my body, so close that I could feel her tickling my taint when she stuck her tongue out below my balls, but that wasn't enough to satiate her. My balls bounced around Mom's tongue blender of a mouth, constantly surrounded by hot, bubbly syrup like she was trying to make sure my cum stayed as warm as it could before I was ready to give it to her.
Caitlin, after a gagging so hard her entire body lurched forward, finally slithered me out of her throat like a long, rigid snake, and took a huge breath. Not keen to waste a single second, her hand took hold of my bloated head and she treated me to tiny squeezes and circles with her palm as she fought to catch her breath.
That brief moment was all Mom needed to switch places. She popped my balls out of her mouth and looked up at me, staring longingly into my eyes. She formed a small "O" with her mouth and made sure that I saw her blowing bubbles with the load of saliva she had saved up, giving a preview of what she had in store for me. "Wanna feel Mommy's mouth on your cock, sweetheart?" she gargled through the mouthful, with a drop of foamy spit edging out of the corner of her lips as she continued to blow little bubbles.
Caitlin giggled and let go of me to grab Mom's head and inch her towards my dick. "Good girl, Soff. Taste your baby boy."
Mom happily obliged, opening the "O" just enough that I could fit the very tip of my rod inside. Without hesitating, she kept her lips clinging to me as she dove downwards and spread the lube down my entire length. She made it almost as far as Caitlin had but, unwilling to come in second place, she stiffened her body and forced down the last inch, choking for air with a harsh gag that sent saliva streaming over my clenched ballsack.
Mom's mouth was unlike any other, even her Sister's. She was boiling hot inside, knew just how to flick her tongue to get me to spasm uncontrollably, and made sure her silky smooth throat walls fit me in a buttery hug. I wondered why more guys didn't let their Mothers suck them off if it could feel this good, but even then, most guys wouldn't also have their Aunt gobbling their balls he way Caitlin could, so I was doing better than most.
The two of them were like a practiced team. Mom would drag me from the depths of her throat, sputtering and gagging, and Caitlin would take over without missing a beat. Two mouths, four hands, combing my body and delivering as much pleasure as they could with every passing second, competing to see who would be blowing me when I finally popped.
If I hadn't recently had my balls drained so thoroughly, I wouldn't be able to last this long, but Mom and Aunt Caitlin were doing their best to pull another orgasm out of me, and I wasn't going to break so easily. I knew something special was coming, and I had to last until I saw what it was.
That determination, however, could only go so far to hold back the inevitable, and I realized quickly that I couldn't hold it in forever. "I need--ooooh fuck--Mom, right there."
My dick was halfway embedded in my Mother's throat, pushed forcefully against her soft tongue and the back of her throat, shallow enough that she could work me in and out without taking a break for air. She found a place and stayed in it, making these adorable little gulping noises every time I bumped against the back of her throat. Her eyebrow raised in surprise whenever she pushed me a bit too deep but she didn't let that break her rhythm.
Gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp.
Mom didn't take a single second to herself, devotedly tending to my shamelessly selfish erection as though she was receiving just as much satisfaction from it as I was. Her eyes were closed, and as I watched my Mother's brow furrow as she readied herself to engulf another meaty portion, I realized she wasn't just doing this for me anymore. Even though she made me fit like I'd always been there, I could tell by the way her body stiffened that it was taking everything she had to keep me buried in her gullet when her instincts all begged for her to pause.
Caitlin rose out from between my legs and started stroking Mom's hair, waking her from her blowjob-induced stupor and snapping her attention to me. She brushed strands of Mom's hair off her face so she could clearly see my expression scrunch up every time I brushed her throat.
"What do you need, Bunny?" Caitlin asked softly, gazing deep into my eyes. "Tell your Mommies."
"I need to fuck one of you!" I pleaded with a sense of urgency that diluted any subtlety. "Please, oh my god, you two are unbelievable."
The Mommies shared a congratulatory grin before turning back to me. Caitlin winked at my Mom and gave her a peck on the lips, gesturing with her head that they should get up. They stood above me, and I was dwarfed by their presence. Anything they wanted to do to me, I would let them.
They each took me by the hand and pulled me off the bed to take my place, rolling into position on their backs. Their heavy tits fell to the sides of their chests, laying side by side close enough that the spilling breast meat met in between them and pushed together to make a mountain of titties. Without so much as a word between them, they lifted their legs in sync and pointed their toes to the ceiling.
My eyes were drawn to how the wet, puffy clamshells were aching for attention, each glistening with an intoxicating aroma of juices that made my knees weak, as if they released a chemical in the air that turned my muscles to pudding.
Mom's delicate vulva opened its petals and let a glimpse of slippery, pink meat show. My breath caught in my throat as I imagined coming out of that hole so many years ago, stunned that Mom still looked so snug and inviting after pushing out two children. Tiny goosebumps dotted her labia that were begging for my tongue to soothe them, leading up to her chubby mound that looked ripe for leaving hickies. Mom's tightness made sure everything was tucked inside, though I knew once I opened her up, I would be greeted by a steamy, luscious pussy that was ripe for fucking.
Caitlin matched her pose, placing a hand on each knee to open herself as wide as she could, her eyes trained on me, daring me to dive in. Her patch of neatly trimmed brown fuzz was a perfect triangle just above her slit, and I pictured it tickling my nose as I shoved my tongue inside her waiting hole. Her pussy was meaty, with deliciously plump, suckable curtains encircling her dark, swampy canal. Strands of honey were visible even from where I stood, like vines stretching from one side of her sloppy sheath to the other.
I knelt and placed my hands on Mom's legs, pushing them higher. With her legs up, there was just enough of Mom's crease bulging out that I could wedge my tongue between her petals and nestle inside her opening, her delicious honey washing over my tongue as I wiggled inside her cozy tunnel. Juices saturated my tongue, igniting my taste buds with my Mother's uniquely sweet, pungent taste. My tongue trailed up the length of her slit, leaving the tip inside her folds as I rose from her entrance towards her clit. I wrapped my lips around the small nub and pushed my tongue against the bottom, gingerly poking under her hood as I suckled on my Mother's pussy.
Caitlin pouted unhappily, so I quickly shuffled over to her, pushing her legs back just like Mom's, and glided my tongue between her drenched pussy lips, sucking on her labia like I was trying to leave a hickey. I licked up the length of her slit and pushed my tongue against her tiny bud, smoothing over the bump as my thumbs pulled her curtains apart to expose the pearl.
Caitlin's pubic fuzz tickled my nose, but I didn't let that stop me from pushing my tongue as far it would go. I thrust my tongue as deep as I could and moved it in slow, wide circles that brushed against the walls of her plushy pussy. Her legs rested on my shoulders, and she grabbed a handful of my hair so she could grind her pussy against my face, churning up cream from deep inside her that melted on my tongue like butter.
Something nudged my upper lip and I looked up to see Mom's hand moving in circles, fingers parted on either side of Caitlin's sensitive button and gingerly toying with it. "I think your Aunt is getting impatient, baby."
"She is!" Caitlin groaned, parting her legs, and bringing her knees up to her chest, prompting Mom to do the same. "You better stop teasing me, Bunny."
I stood up and soaked in the heavenly sight before me. Two loving Mothers, on their backs, splaying themselves with as much wanton lust as anyone could muster. They held hands as they looked up at me, breasts pressed up against each other, competing for my attention. Each of their milky legs were spread as wide as they could, their knees pulled close to their heads. I drank in the view of my Mother and Aunt presenting themselves as a prize, leaving nothing to my imagination as they pulled and spread to expose every part of themselves to my unwavering gaze.
"So, sweetheart, who do you want to put your penis in first?" Mom swung her heavy tits back and forth across her chest, sending her boobs careening into her Sister. One hand was interlaced between each of the Sisters, but with their respective free hands, they each enacted the same devilish plot to sway my decision.
Mom spread her lips apart for me to get a better view and Caitlin mimicked her, each of them whimpering dramatically to make my decision even harder, which was working wonderfully even if it was just for show. I knew they were enjoying toying with me as a team, and I was happy to be along for the ride.
"I think..." I paused to make sure my decision was sound. Playing tennis with their pussies was only going to make me lightheaded, so I let my gut make the decision. "I think I wanna try Aunt Caitlin first, if that's okay?"
Mom cocked her head at me and opened her mouth a little. "Oh, really? You try your Mother's vagina once and now you wanna move on to better things?"
The panic in my eyes got a laugh out of the Mommies, especially Caitlin. "Don't be jealous, Soff. He just wants to see what he's been missing." She brought her hand down in a couple of light slaps on her pussy mound, making the pudgy hill jiggle in anticipation of its guest. "Besides, you've got a lifetime to enjoy this cock. Let me savor it while I can!"
Mom and I circled Caitlin like a pair of hungry hyenas, Mom at her side and me in front. We had her cornered on the bed with no hope for escape.
As if by instinct, Mom's hand ventured between Caitlin's legs and began rubbing her, toying with her pink button until it stood at attention. Mom gingerly explored her Sister's plump labia, tracing over the outer bulge before her fingers found the honeypot and poked inside, wiggling around the entrance in small ovals. She pulled out and made a "V" with her fingers, prying open Caitlin's slippery lips.
"I think she's ready for you, sweetheart." Mom's voice made my heart flutter, but I wanted to give my attention to Caitlin while she was on display for me.
I grabbed my Aunt by her thighs and pulled her closer to me. She gasped softly and clung closer to Mom's hand, fiercely eyeing her soon-to-be-fucked pussy so she wouldn't miss a second of the action.
I spat into my hand and began to spread it around before realizing that Caitlin didn't need the aid--she was absolutely drenched. She clenched her pussy excitedly as though it were gawking at my dick and wondering how it would fit all of me. Every squeeze ejected a small drop of nectar from her entrance and, after blowing me for so long, she had made an unbelievable mess of herself.
I stepped closer so my cock rested on the small patch of fuzz atop her slit, and my balls were lodged up against her hole so her ceaseless clenching could baste them with honey.
Mom took a break from rubbing Caitlin's clit to take a firm grasp of the stiff appendage bobbing in her face. She left the head exposed as she lowered the piston into place, dragging the engorged purple egg through her lips so I could savor Caitlin's gooey pussy slobbering all over me. We groaned in harmony as Mom pushed and pulled me through her Sister's slit, making sure to nudge her button with each pass, sending shivers through us both.
As she aimed me lower, it became clear how close I was, and I began to feel Mom push me down to line up with Caitlin's tunnel. I didn't even need to push when she made the connection. It was so hard that when Mom held me down and nestled the tip against Caitlin's pussy, my dick couldn't help but try and spring back up to my belly the second she let go. Lucky for me, it didn't work that way.
Mom let go and expected my dick to slap against my stomach, but she had pushed me low enough that I got stuck between Caitlin's juicy folds on the way up, and she did not want to let me go. I flexed hard but couldn't free myself from her clutches, and with each attempt, I only sank deeper. Even with just the head inside of her, it was enough to make every flex drive me against the spongy ceiling of her slippery pussy and farther into her hot, sticky tunnel.
"Push, Bunny!" Caitlin dug her nails into Mom's hand and took a deep breath, clinging to her Sister as she prepared to stretch around me.
Like a stone in a pit of magma, I slowly descended through the smoldering heat of Caitlin's steamy pocket, pushing through a swamp of dripping wet pussy meat like I was trudging through a jungle, brushing against her soft, plushy pink walls as I sank deeper into her. Every few inches felt like I had reached a new layer of heat that made the last seem frigid, and by the time I was halfway in, I felt like my cock was about to melt inside her hot, buttery lovebox.
I knocked against something firm but fleshy and Caitlin's eyes snapped wide open. I held myself deep inside of her, pressed against her cervix, and let her grind on me. Her hips bucked as she used my shoulder and Mom's hand for balance, staring aimlessly at the ceiling while she focused on gyrating her body with me cemented against her cervix. I was deep enough that I could feel Caitlin's patch of pubic fur tickling my stomach, and even with my balls pulled tight to my body, I could feel my Aunt's bulbous ass cheeks caressing them from underneath.
Caitlin's vaginal muscles were milking me for all I was worth, and I wanted to last as long as I could, but she was making it difficult. I felt the first telltale sign of my orgasm building and instinctively pulled my body away from hers, but she wasn't having any of that. She dug her claws into my shoulder until I slumped my full weight onto her chest, releasing the tension in my own body and sandwiching my cock directly against her cervix again.
Pillowy soft breasts enveloped my face, oozing out to the sides to drown me in the plump dough. Her diamond nipples jutted against my chest, and I dipped my head down so I could slip one into my mouth.
Caitlin had very different nipples than Mom, which were tiny and bright pink, but Caitlin's were just as beautiful. Her areolas were fat and dark brown, capping her enormous white milk bags with delectable dark accents that were just slightly larger than the diameter of a soda can. Her nipple popped into my mouth, and I nursed hungrily on the small brown nub, greed enticing me to slurp as much of her bronze areola into my mouth as I could fit.
Caitlin clung to me like saran wrap while she bucked her hips, dragging my cock back and forth across her cervix until she was used to the size. She rested a hand on the back of my head, rooting her fingers in my hair as I nursed from her like I had found an oasis in the desert. I pulled my hips back, slowly, to feel each piece of her stick to me as she tried to pull me back inside.
Reluctant to let me go, but too slippery to get a grip, Caitlin's pussy was hopelessly trying to keep me from sliding out of her. Cool air flicked its tongue against the root of my cock, newly exposed to the breeze. It was so humid inside Caitlin's steamy pocket that I had completely forgotten what the outside world felt like. I was so used to being held in her depths, gooey and hot as an oven, that even a sliver of cool air sent me running back to the safety of her cozy sheath.
I pushed myself back inside with less patience than I meant, and Caitlin audibly voiced her surprise, biting her tongue when she realized how desperate she sounded to have her Nephew pound her. "A-again," she choked out.
I obliged, slowly withdrawing a few inches before slamming my entire length back inside of her. It didn't take more than a few strokes before the veneer of civility was erased and Caitlin was groaning like a bitch in heat. Saturated in her endless flowing juices, I was too slickened to stay inside if she dared to arch her back too much.
Whenever I fell out, a small hand would tenderly wrap itself around me and guide me back into place, patting me on the bum to say "go ahead" once I had slipped back inside. Mom was patiently waiting her turn, watching her Sister experience the same thing she had the night before. Their hands were still glued together, but Caitlin's was stark white in response to her relentless squeezing.
Caitlin and I fell into a steady rhythm for a few minutes once her legs wrapped around me, stopping me from pulling away far enough to slip out. Her heels dug into my butt as she used her powerful leg muscles to drive me against her in sync with my thrusts. My balls were covered by the honey freely flowing from Caitlin's pussy, and the longer we fucked, it seemed like she only made more, constantly making sure I was slick enough to fuck her senseless.
I took charge and wrapped my hands under Caitlin's legs, lifting them so they rested on my shoulders, her feet next to my ears. Her pussy sealed up as soon as I pushed her legs together, and her meaty pussy lips bulged out to meet me. I nudged against the roof of Caitlin's pussy as I sank inside of her, brushing a small patch of flesh that made her nearly jump out of her skin.
"Right there, ohmygod right THERE!" she screamed like nobody else existed on Earth, yelping, and groaning with barbaric disregard for decency. Her face was contorted in ecstasy as an orgasm built in her pussy and, by the snug squeezes she began to assault me with, I knew it was going to be a big one. I pumped myself against that special spot and watched Caitlin crumble into grunts and convulsions as she rode through her powerful orgasm.
Pure lust drove Caitlin now, replacing the tight clenches she had been using on me with full-blown seizures that rocked her body like an earthquake. Her pussy exploded in a flurry of constriction, brushing my cock against her cervix with every convulsion. She made sounds I had never heard before, completely removed from the realm of decency as she succumbed to a mind-bending orgasm at the hands of her Nephew.
Trying not to come had been difficult, but now it was nearly impossible. I couldn't pull out with Caitlin so deeply embroiled in her orgasm, so I prayed I could stay in control long enough to outlast her.
The tension in her body began to die down, and everywhere but her pussy started to relax. Caitlin continued to constrict me even when her muscles turned to soup. She wouldn't have been able to hold herself up unassisted, but her body was working on autopilot to keep milking me. Her clenching became too forceful, and almost ejected me from her with a particularly strong push. I couldn't hold myself halfway inside of her, as the contractions would push me out, so I sunk back into her creamy pussy until I felt her quivering lips kiss my bloated testicles.
Mom reached a hand behind me and let her fingers wrap around my balls, raking her nails over the surface so they pulled even closer against my body. She held them like a baby bird in her palm, stroking the sides with her thumb and rolling them between her digits. "His balls are swelling, Cait," Mom taunted her Sister, but received no response. "Cait? He's gonna come soon, and he still has to...well, you know."
Caitlin was in a different world and only returned to ours for a brief moment to say, "T-then s-s-stop h-him," as if she couldn't bring herself to call it off while she was still being fucked silly.
Mom gave my balls a gentle, but firm squeeze and tugged them backward, pulling me along with them. My dick popped from Caitlin's spasming pussy and slapped loudly against my belly, sending droplets of Caitlin's sweet nectar over all three of us. With her Sister panting like a wild animal, Mom knew her turn was coming and she couldn't wait any longer.
"Are you ready for Mommy's pussy, sweetheart?" she sang to me, cupping her bountiful breasts in her hands and shaking them so they danced together. I guess my dry swallow gave her the answer she needed, because she instantly climbed onto Caitlin, so their tits were pressed together, and stuck her ass up in the air. Mom waved her booty side to side and gave it a playful swat, rippling the juicy meat for a few seconds before it came to a slow rest.
I grabbed Mom by both cheeks and spread her open, exposing both of her holes. Her pinkness still looked unbearably tight when stretched open, and her asshole hardly budged despite how wide I held her open. I dribbled a bit of saliva onto her puckered backdoor, but she pulled away from me before I could smear it around.
"Baby, please," she begged me with no attempt to hide her desperation. "Mommy's pussy needs you--my bum can wait."
"Awww, Bunny wants Mommy's bum, doesn't he?" The mention of Mom's ass seemed to wake Caitlin from her daze, and slowly but surely she started to return to Earth. She wrapped her arms around Mom's neck as she teased her, pulling her Sister in for a kiss that would make lovers jealous.
Watching them make out, hearing my Mother sloppily swapping spit with her Sister while I held her ass cheeks open, was almost enough to make me come on the spot.
I leaned down and dug my tongue between the Mom's slippery folds, gathering the ropes of sweet, slippery honey on my tongue. I dragged my fat, slimy snake over Mom's perineum and her knees buckled as she realized where I was going. She crumbled onto Caitlin and whimpered softly into her mouth, twirling her tongue in her Sister's mouth to stifle her audible concern.
My tongue delved between her meaty ass cheeks and prodded the delicate hole hidden between them, flattening against the wrinkled opening, and slowly rubbing back and forth until her muscles began to relax. I pried both cheeks apart and darted the tip of my tongue directly against her asshole, meticulously flicking up and down so that every change got me slightly farther inside.
Her warmth, radiating like an oven from both of her waiting holes, was only intensified the deeper into her ass I went. I knew my tongue wouldn't make it far but feeling how quickly her bum turned into a pit of lava filled me with eagerness to get inside. My thumb began softly stroking her clit, hoping that it would distract her from the foreign sensation of her Son eating her ass. I wiggled my thumb against the entrance to her pussy and sunk inside the cozy pocket, easily finding her g-spot at such a convenient angle, and working it in time with my long, tender licks.
Caitlin reached back and met my hands on Mom's bottom, giving me a reassuring pat before swatting me away. I didn't have time to ask why before I saw Caitlin had taken my job and was now holding her Sister's ass cheeks wide open, showing her off for me so my hands could work elsewhere. She juggled Mom's booty around in her hands, letting me watch the hypnotic display, enticing me to use her to my delight.
I stepped up behind Mom and stared down at the holes spread open for me. Her slick, hairless mound was dotted at the top by her pink, puckered asshole, making me feel like a kid in a candy store. With so much beauty displayed in front of me, I didn't know what to do first, but I couldn't wait for another second to decide.
Sinking my inflated helmet through her engorged lips, stretching her pussy around me, filled my heart with pride. I dug my way into my Mother's vagina as if it were the most natural thing a boy could do. Pushing apart her velvet walls so they would enrobe me like wet, heavy curtains had my knees daring to buckle. She was much, much tighter than her Sister, so I had to take my time, but I enjoyed every second of it.
The head disappeared into Mom's clenching hole with ease, but it was nothing short of incredible watching the hole she's grown me inside of, where she'd kept me safe and warm while we grew together, gobbling down inch after meaty inch of pulsating cock.
All Caitlin could do was smile knowingly, running her fingers through Mom's hair to comfort her. "Your baby boy is big, isn't he, Soff?"
"Oooooh, God yes, yes he's fucking big." Mom squirmed as she tried to adjust to my size. I pushed until I felt resistance and thought I had hit bottom, when really, I had just reminded myself just how tight my Mother was. I hesitated, but the call to, "J-just push hard into Mommy, I can take it," was all I needed to bury the rest of myself inside her greedy, creamy pussy.
We groaned in unison, though I'm not sure who was louder. Mom's body couldn't stop from shaking, and my legs followed suit as I struggled to hold on for dear life without coming immediately. Her hands clung mercilessly to the sheets on either side of Caitlin's head, knuckles bright white with tension. Being stretched so quickly had taken Mom off guard, and she collapsed on top of Caitlin in a heap.
"Sounds like somebody just bottomed out." She ran her tongue over Mom's earlobe, not allowing a sliver of reprise from the sexual onslaught.
"He did, he's all the way inside!" Mom involuntarily clenched her body and strengthened her grip on me, pulling me hard against her cervix. "How is Mommy's pussy, baby?"
"You feel incredible, Mom." My eyes nearly rolled back in my head. "I already feel like I'm gonna come."
All the honey leaking from Mom was spreading over my balls and thighs, coating us in slippery juices that filled the air with the smell of insatiable lust. I hadn't the courage to move any more than a few inches back and forth, afraid that being overstimulated by her gooey hugs would send me over the edge if I didn't keep myself in control.
"Not yet, baby, don't come yet," my Mother urged, turning her head so she could look at me for the first time since I'd entered her, flashing a sassy grin that she could barely maintain. "You still have another hole to fuck, first."
"Mmmm, good answer." Caitlin purred, kissing Mom on the cheek, turning the taunting up a notch. "Tell your baby boy what you did for him."
Mom let out a deep, breathy groan as I withdrew my cock, waiting until I had almost pulled out before she spoke. "I got my...my bum, uh, ready...for you."
She tightened up like she was sealing the exit behind me, but her insides were so slippery she couldn't keep me out if she wanted to. With just the bulging head pulsing in her buttery grip, I bore down to drive it back into her swampy cock-pocket so I could feel her meaty tunnel swallow me up all over again.
"Really, Mom?" My heart just about burst through my chest. "You did that for me?"
Caitlin winked at me and slapped Mom's ass, leaving a light pink handprint. "I brought her an enema kit, so she'd be easy to get into, Bunny."
I couldn't slow my racing heartbeat after this revelation. The adrenaline was impossible to ignore, so I made it work for me. I focused on just moving, trying to downplay how insanely good my cock felt trudging through Mom's sweltering insides when I tried to pull out again. In, out, I told myself with calm breathing. I centered my mind on my hips, nothing else, as I sawed back and forth inside my Mother, feeling her fat ass cheeks slap against my thigh with every thrust.
Caitlin brushed Mom's hair out of the way and sought to make eye contact with me. "Flex, Bunny."
"What?" I was too mesmerized watching myself plunge back into my Mother. The sound of her juices sloshing around me, her sopping wet walls trying to keep hold of me, almost made me come before I could even reach the bottom again.
"Flex like you're trying to stop yourself from taking a leak!" she encouraged me, holding my Mother tightly. "Flex, and push right up against her cervix, okay?"
I nodded silently and closed my eyes to eliminate all distractions.
"Good boy!" she cooed happily. "Now, stay there until you feel your orgasm calm down."
It felt like I was going to burst, and not in a sexy way, from trying to keep myself together. All I could think about, all I could feel, were things that brought me closer to the edge.
Mom shuffled underneath me in a way that made her cervix smooch the tip of my cock, pressing the spongy ring against my inflated bulge. Her tunnel constricted me like a vice so tight that I could feel her rapid heartbeat thumping through her squishy walls. Every dull thud was like a python tightening its wet, slithery hold around my rigid length, like Mom was trying to coax my orgasm to the surface by flexing her strong vaginal muscles to milk it out of me.
We both knew we were one wrong move away from giving her a buttery creampie, and as enticing as that sounded, even more lay on the horizon that I longed to experience. I tried Caitlin's advice and bore down harder, causing my Mother to squirm around like she was trying to find more room in her pussy to give to me, wishing for a crack or corner she could give me to feel me fill her just a little bit more.
I held onto her hips, digging my fingers into her smooth, creamy skin as I clenched myself for all I was worth. My cock expanded inside of Mom, further pushing into her deepest regions where the head ballooned to the size of a large walnut against the door to her womb.
Her round, half-moon ass cheeks were pressed against my thighs and bulged out in a way similar like Caitlin's breasts. So much ass meat spilled over the sides that it would put most other asses to shame with the excess alone. The softness of her jello booty was even more remarkable, how it would spring back into shape no matter how desperately I pawed at it, forming those two perfect, breathtaking cheeks like her ass was made of memory foam. I gripped her thick, juicy cheeks and watched the skin effortlessly cave to my touch. Like dough being pulled and kneaded, it offered no fight to my incessant mauling.
I was so focused on Mom's ass, and trying not to come, that I didn't notice she had risen up onto her palms. Mom was getting impatient and she didn't care if I made it into her ass or not. She just wanted to come.
Without consent, from me or Caitlin, Mom lifted her ass towards the ceiling so I almost fell out of her, waiting to see if we would say anything. When we didn't, she threw her hips back into me so hard that her ass cheeks slapped against my stomach with a smack. It was the starter pistol I needed to ignite the animal instincts I had been suppressing, so against Caitlin's advice I lost my footing in reality to enter a dreamlike state where only Mom's pussy and I existed.
I grunted in a tone unbecoming of a gentleman and savagely gripped Mom's hips when she moved forward again, this time yanking her against me when she pushed back so that we met in the middle and began fucking as though I wasn't mere seconds from exploding inside of her.
Her pussy formed a vacuum seal around my bulge that made wet, squishy noises seep out of her just as gratuitously as her juices were. Try valiantly as she may, she was too creamy to do anything but ooze honey onto my cock every time I bottomed out, failing hopelessly in her attempt to cling to me.
The sounds of wet skin slapping together echoed around the room as I pounded my Mother into the mattress. Mom's tits swung below her like two heavy pendulums, adding another instrument to our sexual symphony, clapping like thunder every time her hanging udders collided with each other. The shifting weight was pulling my poor Mother all over the bed, making stability difficult when her heavy milk bags kept throwing her off balance.
Mom held her butt in place with her back arched so her ass stuck out seductively, giving me easy access to throw myself against her and embed myself in her gooey tomb. She was clutching Caitlin like a pearl necklace, pinning her Sister against the bed as she searched for anything to keep her stable amid my torrent of deep, powerful thrusts.
Lightning surged through my entire body like someone had flicked a switch on my nerve endings, firing up a machine that ran on autopilot in pursuit of its one instinctual goal: breeding my Mother. I wanted to take her ass still, but if it hadn't been for Caitlin's oversight, I never would have made it out of her without coming.
"Slow down!" Caitlin kicked at me with her legs, but it was tough while she was trapped underneath Mom, so she opted for a stern tone instead. "You'd better not come yet, young man. Your Mother worked very hard to get her bum prepared for you."
"He can come!" Mom's voice was shrill and desperate but muffled against Caitlin's neck. I understood her even before she whipped her head around to face me with a pleading look. "You can come, sweetheart. Come in Mommy's pussy, please, baby."
Caitlin saw right through her and rolled my Mother off to eject my dick from her just before I came.
"You little bitch!" Mom whined, frustrated that her impending creampie had been denied her.
"I know what you're doing!" Caitlin wagged a disapproving finger in Mom's face. "You think if you make him come quickly that you won't have to give him your ass, don't you?"
Mom stared into the corner of the room like a scolded puppy. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Great!" Caitlin clapped her hands excitedly. "In that case, let's get you into position."
Mom's bluff was called, and the only card she had left to play was to cancel the whole thing, but I had a feeling she wouldn't take that route.
Caitlin crawled out from under Mom and kissed her on the forehead, hoping to calm her nerves. "Stay right where you are, Soff, and we'll get you ready."
"Wait," I urged. "Can we...I mean, do we have to do it like this?"
Mom craned her neck to face me. "What's wrong, baby?"
I blushed a deep maroon. "I want to see your face."
The mommies shared a look that said, "Isn't that sweet?" But based on the situation, I don't think "sweet" was what I had in mind. Mom wasn't afraid to use her facial expressions to let me know how she was feeling, and I didn't want to miss one bit of it.
"We need lube," Mom instructed. "Lots of it."
"Bedside table." I motioned to the small wooden end table by the headboard. Caitlin scurried across the bed and pulled the drawer open to find the small, blue bottle I hinted at. "That's it, perfect."
"You've been waiting on this for a while, I see." Caitlin twirled the bottle between her fingers.
"A Boy Scout always comes prepared" I said, parroting the motto I had learned as a kid.
"Ooooh, Boy Scout, hmm?" Caitlin uncapped the bottle and tipped it upside down. A thin stream of lube ran out and formed a pool in her palm. "Does that mean you're gonna tie us up?"
"If that's what I have to do to get in here." I grabbed a handful of Mom's plump bottom and patted it lovingly. "Then sure, I'll tie up whoever I have to."
That made Mom chuckle. "Let's just see how I handle it first, okay?"
"You'll be totally fine. I promise." Caitlin stroked her Sister's hair to distract her. Her fingers, slick with lube, slid through Mom's ass cheeks and brushed over her unsuspecting butthole.
"Hey!" Mom lurched forward and brought her tummy flat against the bed with her cheeks clenched together. The light peach fuzz on her bum stood on end as if her fight-or-flight reflex had just been triggered.
"Hey to you, too," Caitlin teased, slapping a wet handprint on Mom's ass with a thwack. That got her to spin onto her back to protect her ass. Now, apart from her eyes burning holes through me and Caitlin, she was exactly how we wanted her.
I looped my arms around Mom's legs and pulled her, so her ass hung off the bed, then lifted them high to the ceiling before easing them apart. Mom's pussy peeled open like it had been waiting for the invitation. Her lips, drenched with syrup, were sealed shut until her knees extended past her waist, but it couldn't stay that way once Mom was spread to her widest. Finally, the sticky curtains parted and exposed the magnificent jewel I was searching for, glistening with juice, and seizing for something to hug. Pink, plump, and puffy, Mom's pussy was calling to me like it knew my favorite song.
Nobody could resist such a display, most notably myself, and I gave in to the desire to be back inside my Mother as soon as possible. Her eyes fluttered momentarily as a gasp escaped her, taken aback to feel me unexpectedly push into her birth canal all in one thrust. "Oh, oooooh, that's so fucking good," she groaned.
"Bunny, we've got a job to do," Caitlin scolded me. She placed the bottle at the top of Mom's slit and gave it a steady squeeze so lube would flow over her labia and dribble between her tired lips. I was buried to the hilt, keeping her plugged so the lube went around my girth and began to puddle up between her asscheeks.
Caitlin hadn't told me to stop, and I sure as hell didn't want to, so I rolled the dice and prayed I wouldn't reach my limit before I was ready. Playing with fire isn't dangerous if you're playing with something warmer than fire, right?
Mom's legs rested on my shoulders, her small, cute feet overlapped behind me to keep me close to her. Her thighs were turning red where I was holding her but, like a seatbelt, it was a necessary evil to keep her in place.
Her tits were squashed against her body, flattened out like huge, fluffy, white pancakes dotted with two small, pink raspberries that looked ripe enough to eat. Even with my cock inside of her, I couldn't help thinking about getting her boobs soapy and wet enough to fuck. I knew she would absolutely dwarf my erection as soon as it pushed between them, as a buoy lost amid a sea of quivering breast meat, happily succumbing to the waves washing over me.
Daydreaming, again, would have been the end of me if not for my heroic Aunt to rescue me from my headspace. I felt a tingle rising from my balls like a starship through my body, rocketing my brain to the stars.
"W-what is that?" I asked between bated breaths.
"Just a little finger magic." Caitlin was standing beside me, clinging onto my shoulder with her tits squashed against my back. Her fingers, coated with lube, were gently roaming around my balls while I pounded her younger Sister. She employed the lightest of touches to trigger ignition in my nerves; a single finger being dragged along the surface was enough to get my legs shaking. I knew I was really in trouble when I felt all five of her nails meet in the middle, then spread outward like a starfish to slowly spread the violent tingles through my veins like heroin.
"You have to stop," I pleaded half-heartedly.
"No, you have to stop!" she shot back. "Take your dick out of your Mother! Right now! Come on, Bunny."
Mom sighed with disappointment, but I didn't have much choice. A sober mind would know I wasn't gonna be able to hold on much longer, but my brain was intoxicated by alcohol and the sweet, heavy aroma of two honey-soaked Mommy pussies.
Clearly, a sober mind I did not have.
Mom shook her chest back and forth to keep my attention, biting her lip with giddy intrigue from watching how easily I could be lured into a hypnotic trance. "Stop staring, loverboy."
"I can't help it, Mom. You look fucking amazing!"
"Well, lucky for you, I'm also an amazing fuck!"
I looked down at Mom and knew the moment was near. She was practically leaking lube all over the bed, and I couldn't picture any of us being any hornier than we already were, so there was just one thing left to do.
Caitlin tapped her Sister's mons to tell her to pull her knees back, and though I'd seen her do so before, I noticed this time she was plagued with trepidation.
"Just...be gentle with me, remember?"
"We will be," I said, sharing an excited smile with Aunt Caitlin. "Right?"
"We have to start somewhere, let's see where it goes." Caitlin shrugged, eliciting a nervous grumble from my Mother.
Mom's wrinkled, pink asshole was poking out from between her globular ass cheeks, sparkling with the slippery lube Caitlin had already adorned her with. It clenched randomly, with no rhythm, more akin to impulsive spasm, like Mom was off her game. She had gone from a seductress to a submissive in just a few minutes, being ordered to wait patiently while her Sister and I took our time with her.
I extended a finger and poked it against the puckered ring, intentionally feeling out every small crease like I was reading braille. I circled the hole, though Mom was so tight it wasn't fair to call it that yet. Her pussy was an entrance, but her ass was a sealed box that required a delicate touch to unlock. She was quietly wailing like a banshee with low, drawn-out groans that seemed to go on forever. I had yet to put any pressure on her, and already my poor Mother was shaking like a leaf.
Caitlin slid up next to her and wrapped one arm under her head, laying her other across Mom's chest to rise and fall with every deep breath. I couldn't hear what she was saying, but her lips were pressed against Mom's neck and I could discern only the faintest of whispers. Mom said nothing, just stared down at me with wonder and fear battling for supremacy behind her eyes, but Caitlin was a chatterbox.
Whether she was giving helpful encouragement or enticing her to tough it out for my sake, I didn't care. Whatever she said translated to Mom unwinding enough that her bum, slowly but surely, began to relax. What had felt impenetrable now revealed a chink in her armor, and my eyes widened as I watched Mom's asshole dilate just a hair.
Progress is progress, I told myself.
I poked both of my thumbs against Mom's ring and pushed until I got traction, which I used to timidly spread her open while leaving her cheeks mostly in place. I managed to loosen her just enough that I felt the bumpy, gnarled texture give way to a core of soft, pink flesh that caved under my fingers.
I massaged my thumb around her slippery donut in small circles, occasionally applying a bit of pressure in the center in between Mom's deliberately tight clenching. Her best efforts weren't enough to dissuade me, and no matter how hard she squeezed I knew I was getting somewhere.
"Mom, you gotta work with me, okay?" I planted a kiss on her cheek and held my face against it. "Can you push when I push?"
Mom's face scrunched up. "Push?"
"Push for him, Soff, or he'll never get inside." Caitlin's voice was soothing, but not convincing.
"I-I don't know about that." Mom blushed up a storm but soldiered on. "Just...like, right now?"
"Push, Mommy," Caitlin encouraged, kneading one of Mom's doughy breasts with her fingers, dialing her perky, pink nipple.
Mom turned her face towards Caitlin and burrowed into her hair, grunting as she pushed out with her anal muscles to meet me. Bewilderment overtook me as I watched my Mother, in close-up, vivid detail, urging her body to accept me. Her asshole transformed from a small, wrinkled indent to a slightly raised bump, which smoothed out some of the smaller creases and made the edges of her ring puff up like rising bread.
I wiggled my thumb against the center of her asshole and applied some light pressure. Not enough to hurt her, but enough that she wasn't doing all the work. It took a few seconds of me twisting my thumb around the slippery pink halo for it to pop inside, and when it did, I couldn't get further than my fingernail before Mom recoiled in shock.
She didn't say anything, but her eyes were saucers as she took internal stock of what she was feeling. Her breathing was slow and deliberate, but shallow, relaying the message that she was doing her best to stay composed. Mom looked at me with anxiety spread across her face and, to my surprise, she encouraged me to continue with a brief, forceful nod.
The least I could do was make Mom feel as good as possible while she adjusted to this new feeling, so I ventured to give her a more familiar one. I knelt down, earning no reaction from Mom, though Caitlin knew instantly that I was aiming to have my tongue in her pussy.
"Can I keep going, Mom?" I did my best to stop my voice from wavering.
"Uh huuuuh," her voice droned, lost amid a torrid of new bodily sensations. "Just g-go...slooooow, baby."
My thumb pressed onward, wiggling back and forth to help Mom finally get comfortable with the feeling of being stretched somewhere so foreign. I managed to slide up to my knuckle but had to pause when Mom's instincts drove her to arch her back and try to eject me.
Caitlin placed a hand on her belly and gently returned her to the mattress before I was squeezed out, rubbing in gentle circles while she continued to whisper in Mom's ear. This time I could make out the odd word or phrase: "be strong" and "good girl" and "push." I thanked my lucky stars that Caitlin was acting as my personal assistant; I wouldn't have gotten this far without her.
I laid my cheek against Mom's silky inner thigh so she could feel my breath against her bald mound. Goosebumps popped up like polka dots across the smooth, bulging hill, and I took a second to admire the view before slithering my tongue between the delicate folds of my Mother's vagina. A lava flow of sweet honey spread across my tongue, and I followed it until my tongue reached Mom's molten center. I was suffocating in the heat rolling off her steamy pussy, but I didn't dare take a pause, not when I had seen Mom bringing her A-game for the past day.
I buckled down and held Mom's muff against my face, covering the length of her entire slit with my mouth so I could sate my hunger by devouring all of her at once. I dragged my tongue through her syrup-drench lips a few times, parting her curtains so I could pop them in my mouth for a short suckle on my way to her clit. The button was small but mighty, engorged like a small berry that took all my restraint to not brutalize with sloppy kisses. I traced a tiny circle around Mom's clit and tucked my tongue underneath it so I could turn a tiny bit of pressure into explosive results.
Mom's hips writhed with every advancement. What few defences remained began crumbling under my carefully directed exploration. It took a few minutes of patient maneuvering, but eventually I had my whole thumb inside Mom's bum, and she seemed to slowly come around to the sensations.
"How's she doing?" Caitlin asked me, forgoing an interrogation of my distraught Mother.
"She needs more lube." I held out my free hand to keep Mom plugged. "Can you pass me the bottle?"
Caitlin had other ideas. She put the bottle at the top of Mom's mound again and sent a torrent of lube cascading over her pudgy muffin. It trickled down over the round bulge and through her lips, which were now slightly parted, and pooled inside the opening to her pink tunnel. When the pool was too full, it ran down until it reached her asshole, where her thick cheeks acted like a dam to keep most of it from escaping any further.
"Bunny, can I play with your Mommy for a bit?" Caitlin didn't need to ask twice.
So much lube smothered Mom's pussy that Caitlin barely had to push at all. The maw clenched and relaxed like it was gasping for breath, so as soon as her fingers grazed the pink velvet, they were already starting to slip inside.
Mom greeted Caitlin's fingers like an old friend, spreading around them into an embrace that pulled them into a deep, fleshy hug. Showing her expertise, Caitlin flipped a switch and Mom's back arched on command. She needed leverage to grind deep on her Sister's fingers, and once she found it there was no stopping her.
Caitlin nudged against the roof of Mom's pussy and made a "come hither" motion, fingers caressing her g-spot as she began to move her hand up and down. As she plunged her digits into Mom's dripping peach, her pace increased.
Mom's honeypot was too saturated with our homemade mixture of slippery goo to silence the aggressive slushy of lube and pussy syrup that smothered her lower half. Caitlin was a conductor, enacting a symphony of soft whimpers and loud, gooey sloshing from Mom's core that cemented her, in my mind, as my new idol.
"Oh god, oh fuck, oh god," Mom chanted to herself. Her facial expression didn't stay the same for more than a moment, as the constant barrage of stretching, prodding, and kissing had momentarily reduced her faculties to that of a sex doll, but she played the part well.
I was awe-struck, absorbing every little detail I could to repeat Caitlin's moves in the future.
"Tell him when you're ready." Caitlin kissed Mom on the forehead, fingers still burrowed deep in her succulent sheath.
"I am." Intentional or not, I could barely make out Mom's tepid tone.
"Tell-, him." Caitlin demanded her to perform but did not slow her fingers for even a second to give Mom a breath. In fact, it seemed that her interest was in making speech as hard as possible. "Talk to your Son, Soff."
Mom snapped her eyes open and looked at me after a few disoriented blinks. She didn't say anything at first, she just stared at me with her head half-cocked to the side and a subtle smile creeping onto her face, like we were sharing a moment she didn't want Caitlin to see.
If I didn't know better, I'd say she was beaming with pride.
"Sean, honey," Mom's smile grew until it turned into one of those poorly hidden smirks people display when they don't want to appear overeager. "I'm ready, I think."
"For what, Mom?" My heart didn't just skip a beat, it skipped a whole bar. I knew the answer, but I wanted to hear her say it, and I think she knew that.
My Mother chewed on her lower lip, and even without much light, I could see sparks dazzling her irises. With conviction I hadn't expected Mom yanked her knees back so her plushy flower opened up to me, a sight I was beginning to fall in love with. She rolled back a little so her asshole pointed directly towards me in such a perfect position and coated in so much glistening lube, that if I had tripped, I imagined I would have slipped right inside.
"I'm ready." Mom's tone was adorable, juxtaposing the sultry scene of her presenting her body to me like a trophy as her anxiety vanished into an ocean of raging horniness. "For my Son, my big, strong, sexy stud, to fuck his Mommy-slut in the ass for the first time in ten years!"
"Laying it on a bit thick, dontcha think?" Caitlin chimed, cuing a giggle from both Mommies.
I considered making a pun about "laying" and "on thick" but I couldn't get there in time; Caitlin was already reaching for me with an obvious intention. Her fingers curled around the base of my manhood, insisting that I stop stalling as she pulled me towards my Mother, waiting with open arms.
Mom's bum was still dangling off the edge of the bed, so I didn't have to climb on top of her for Caitlin to guide my missile towards its target.
Caitlin used my dick like a mallet to give Mom's pussy a few playful taps. Mom's pudgy mound quaked with every strike, and our sweat gave rise to the sound of soft slapping each time I thwacked against the meaty hill. My bulging cockhead came to a rest at the top of her slit, her clit tickling my frenulum.
Caitlin patiently traced my cock up and down Mom's sloping crease, gathering the juice between her succulent folds. I nudged Mom's lips apart on the way down, but Caitlin was sure to avoid letting the natural magnetism between our bodies spoil the event. If she had let me back inside Mom's pussy, I would have finished there, and we were all better off waiting for the big finale.
Throbbing veins bulged up and down the length of my manhood, decorating the shaft with blue lightning bolts that lead to a purple, spongy bulb that pulsed like the bass at an EDM concert. Each heartbeat engorged the fat helmet like a fleshy balloon, pumping it bigger than I had ever seen as the moment of my dreams became a reality.
Mom's honey generously coated me like a warm blanket, glistening between her Sister's fingers as she guided me towards my Mother's timid butthole.
"Now remember...," she choked out.
"Gentle," Caitlin and I said in unison. She released my cock and brought her hand to cup one of Mom's heavy breasts, massaging the dough in her palm.
Mom was holding one leg while Caitlin pried back the other, each seeking to expose my Mother's holes as voraciously as they could. Their free hands were now linked atop Mom's chest, seeking to comfort her, rising, and falling in tune with her rapid breathing. Caitlin brushed her thumb over Mom's trembling fingers, which were white as a sheet from her unrelenting grip. Nothing could sway Caitlin, who stayed calm and continued to gingerly kiss her Sister's neck despite the vice threatening to sever her hand.
Caitlin gave Mom's hand a tight, reassuring squeeze and nodded at me, comfortable that she had subdued Mom's anxiety. The spell was working for now, but her trance could break at any moment.
My cockhead nuzzled between the globes of Mom's soft, round bottom. I couldn't help from slipping in the waterfall of lube that ran down the length of her slit as I tried to position myself. I knew I found it when I lodged inside of the gooey pocket of warm lube pooling between her cheeks, kissing the tightly puckered ring that we had worked so hard to loosen.
Mom clenched up as soon as she felt my cock nudge her opening. I dragged the inflated head over the bumpy ring and tried to get her used to the feeling, applying just enough pressure to start stretching her without actually going inside. The slow, gentle prodding was calming her down, but didn't stop my own excitement from bubbling to the surface. I had to remind myself to be patient this time, or it may be the last time.
I watched Mom's breathing, stayed in time with it, and waited for her to take a deep breath before I began to push.
"Oh, oh, oooohhhhh oh fuck." Mom grunted as she accepted the first half of my cockhead inside her asshole, her brow furrowed in concentration. "W-w-wait."
I held still, trying to exude patience though I was anything but.
"Is that...the head?" she croaked meekly.
"Almost, Mom," I encouraged her.
"That's the hard part," Sophie said, lovingly stroking her Sister's chin. "Once he gets the head inside, you just gotta get used to the size."
Most of my cockhead had worked its way into Mom's bum, and though the flared bit was still waiting to push deeper, I could already feel the incredible warmth that awaited me inside. Looking at how tightly secured I was in Mom's bottom was curious; with such a tight squeeze on the balloon tip, the bottom was expanding more, and it looked as though Mom was going to have to take more than twice the size of what was already beginning to stretch her.
My dick throbbed with excitement, begging to go further, but was outshone by the intensity with which Mom's holes were spasming. Her pussy was gawking hungrily for something to fill it, to scratch that familiar urge she had just reveled in but knew it would have to wait until her ass, clenching with equal vigor, was fully explored.
I rested my hands on Mom's thighs to help keep the shaking limbs from collapsing. As I pushed them forward, Mom's body moved with me, and when she rocked back towards me, I held my cock in place. The momentum gave just enough force to surprise Mom by nudging the rest of the head inside, stretching her donut open as wide as it would need to go to fit the rest of me.
"Is that the head?" Mom squealed, ripping her eyes open to look down, for the first time, at her Son trying to get inside of her ass. "Ohhhh, god. Oh wow, oh god, okay Sean, please, baby, please go slow."
Mom clung to me like a wet bathing suit, leaving not a crack for air as she sealed her asshole around my cock in a grip that made her white knuckles look tame. Her heartbeat steadily thumped against me as her insides tried to constrict my entire width.
I slowly moved back and forth, but Mom was so tight I had to make an effort not to be forced out when I relinquished even a smidge of ground. As soon as the pressure relented, Mom's insides worked in tandem to try and push me out, succeeding only in smothering the head in a hot, gooey tomb of velvety soft ass meat. Her flesh strained as it failed to eject me from her ass, the edges of her ass rising like bread as the muscles did their best to push me out of her. I circled my thumb around the squishy ring to truly feel how hard Mom's tender asshole was working to stretch around me, amazed that she could be stretched so wide.
"Mom, can you push for me?" I wasn't above begging, but luckily, I didn't have to.
With a dull groan, Mom obliged and tried to push me out of her with real effort this time. Her wrinkled hole pushed outward like the outer ring was trying to climb my shaft, bringing more of her soft, tender walls to the surface to loosen up for me, puckering like a bright pink donut.
Without her constriction, I fed more of my dick into the buttery soft hole and was greeted by unparalleled warmth melting around me like lava. I watched in a daze as the ridge of my inflated cock emerged from Mom's asshole for a faint moment, glazed in condensed lube. I pressed against the softened entrance and felt it give way easier this time, accepting the whole head in one mighty gulp before halting an inch or so later. It felt like I hit a wall of soggy flesh and I didn't want to hurt her, so I ignored my instinct to start pounding now that I had a foothold.
My Mother couldn't stop from curling her toes each time the head crept out of her ass. Like clockwork her body would go through waves of relief when it was granted a pause from my slow thrusting. The wall of flesh slowly opened for me, each time greeting me with less resistance and a warmer hug as it became used to the sensation.
It was surreal, but somehow felt all too natural, to be pushing myself inside the ass of my Mother. After the last couple of days, I was seeing her as a new woman, but even so, I didn't expect I would ever get to feel what the inside of that new woman's asshole felt like. Most girls I had met were against anal, and knowing Mom was putting that aside just to see me happy was giving my heart all kinds of feelings.
Here she was, spread out before me, biting a hole in her lip just to keep it together, all to let me see what it feels like in another one of her holes. I loved this woman, and wanted to show it, but for now I couldn't do anything if it didn't involve her ass.
I was lost in the moment and lapsed for a second, letting those pesky instincts wander back into my head. I pushed too hard and felt Mom's whole body seize up, accompanied by her all-too-familiar groans. Reflexes pulled my cock out of her ass all at once, though that proved to be its own surprise.
Mom nearly bolted upright as I yanked myself out of her ass, but she quickly settled down once the shock had passed. I expected her to call it off--her one rule was to be gentle and I let myself get carried away.
"Wow," she said, letting go of Caitlin's hand for the first time to prod her puckered ring, tracing a circle around the bumpy, raised surface. "It feels weird."
"I know. I'm sorry, Mom." I kissed her leg as it dangled next to my head. "I went too fast; I didn't mean to--"
"No, like, this feels weird." Her face bore a smile that was mostly of curiosity as she explored her butthole. She took Caitlin's hand and thrust it between her legs so they could both gawk over how different her ass felt. "Sean, baby, how much did you fit into me?"
"Almost half, I think." I mindlessly stroked myself to the sight of my Mother and Aunt exploring her asshole, feeling how loose she was after only our first attempt.
Caitlin kissed her sister and slid a finger inside her bum, a feat easily achieved thanks to the abundance of lube. Mom gave a small jump before scolding her diabolical sister, but made no efforts to stop her from poking another finger against the slickened ring and pushing inside. Their tongues were a flurry as they bounced against each other, sloppily exchanging passion and saliva.
Caitlin pulled her fingers from Mom's bottom and gave her chubby pussy mound a few slaps, spreading the pink jewel for my eyes to soak in.
"He wants back in," Caitlin whimpered between kisses.
"I know." Mom briefly shot me a knowing look and, without abandoning her Sister, pulled her legs back with renewed confidence. Her hands rested on either side of her enormous ass cheeks and her nails dug into the pillowy soft mounds, pulling them apart so her asshole could be the center of attention.
Open, close, open, close.
My Mother's asshole was sparkling with lube, looking like a bright pink ruby in the sun as it winked for me. Thin strands of lube were strung like spiderwebs between her cheeks, and the very center of her butthole had tiny bubbles where the lube had started to be worked into a froth. I ran my thumb over her asshole and gently pushed, not enough to slip inside but enough to get her to start opening.
I replaced my thumb with the tip of my cock, and pushed. Now that she'd been loosened, it didn't take much force to get Mom's ass to stretch around me. I sank inside instantly, her asshole burying the head, sliding over the smooth crown like a glove. It clung tightly to me all the way down, encasing me in a vat of melted butter whose warmth rose to meet me.
With Mom holding her cheeks apart, it became almost too easy to gain ground. The tightness didn't change, but with the slippery pink insides now being spread and brought to the surface, it was easier to get the head inside with just a small push. I sawed back and forth, giving her greedy bottom inch after inch until I was sure she would soon be full.
To my surprise, Mom kept finding places to fit me. Every corner was being explored for the first time in a long time and needed to be stretched a few times before it began to loosen enough to be comfortably stretched.
At first, only the head could fit, and even that was a struggle to achieve. Simply trying to spread her bum, after it had been neglected for so long, was a challenge. Now, I could pull my dick all the way out and watch her wet, softened butthole wink at me, then slide the fat helmet back inside without even hurting her. It may have taken a few more minutes than I had planned, but the wait was worth it. The point where Mom began to squeeze was deeper inside every time I ventured in, and it was only a matter of time before she held all of me inside her asshole.
Caitlin plunged her fingers into Mom's sopping wet pussy and worked them in small circles around her clit, nudging the stiff button back and forth in tune with my gentle prodding. "I think you're done teasing him."
"W-what?" Mom needed time to come back to earth. "He's in my ass! I'm not teasing anybody!"
Caitlin clicked her tongue with disapproval. "But he wants to fuck you." My aunt looked to me. "Don't you, Bunny?"
"Uh-huh." The mere mention of picking up speed almost made me do so. "But...but I can go slowly, Mom."
Caitlin rubbed my arm reassuringly, though taunted as only she could, "Bunny, you wanna put your whole cock in your Mommy's warm, tight little bum, don't you?"
I grunted my approval, and both my Aunt and I looked to Mom for the same thing.
"Okay, sweetheart," Mom gulped nervously. "Go ahead--put it all inside Mommy."
Blood raged in my ears as tingles were born from the base of my spine, riding the adrenaline boost towards my brain like fireworks. My heart was a jackhammer that shook each bone in my ribcage like branches in a storm, pounding so mercilessly that I took to silently praying that it wouldn't up and quit before I was finished. Mom's words hung heavy in the air, glued to my ears. They played on repeat to create a background chant that built to a thundering crescendo when I committed to burying myself in my Mother's asshole.
I had been waiting to give Mom the last few inches slowly, and truthfully I would have been fine taking my time, but with courtesy removed, I couldn't stop my primal lust from taking over.
Velvet walls encased the final length of my throbbing cock, dragging me into Mom's hot, steamy anal depths. Her walls wrapped around me like a silk robe, lovingly marinating me in her buttery asshole with tender little squeezes that made me never want to leave her clutches. The root of my pole was being strangled by a tight, squishy noose that kissed my balls with its puckered ring each time it clenched. Each and every part of my cock was being tended to by my dotting Mother, and, whether it was gently kissing or ruthlessly smothering, she was doing an incredible job.
The noises my Mother was making would have stopped a normal person in their tracks, but for me, they were fuel to the fire. Being hilted to the base in her bum was a dream, but her desperate panting and stifled groans made it real. Mom knew that the feeling of my thighs touching hers meant that I, or rather "we," had done it. She opened her eyes and winced as she adjusted to the feeling of her insides being pushed around like a toy.
We stared at each other for an eternity, balancing in the serenity of the moment before it evaporated. I felt like a king, treated by his queen to the rarest delicacy our kingdom could offer. Mom was swooning over me, as I her, soaking in the last time she really felt like she could call herself a "virgin" from anal. Once I started moving, there was no going back. She had seen me in action and knew that if she could handle me pounding her backdoor, it would surely happen again in the future.
I tried to pull out of Mom to give her a short breather, but she resisted. "No, no! Just...stay with me." She let go of her grip on her ass and let the pudgy cheeks come together. Her hands firmly secured themselves to my bicep, caressing me with the kind of affection I had only ever found in her as she looked into my soul.
Mom's eyes fluttered as she started grinding her hips up and down, dragging my cockhead against the fleshy tunnel, and giving her momentum with which to time her powerful butt hugs. It took seconds for Mom to find her rhythm, but soon she was massaging my cock from root to tip like she had been doing it all her life. Her mouth was shaped in a small "o" as she worked her body like a weapon, deliberately assaulting my weaknesses but giving no pause as she felt the tell-tale signs of my orgasm building.
"Holy shit, I'm already gonna...Mom!" I gasped as my Mother's legs ensnared me, pulling me flush against her body. "I'm seriously gonna come soon, if you keep doing that."
"Doing what?" she cooed, flexing her asshole as she bore down with all her strength. "You mean this?"
I let out a very unsexy groan. "Yeeeessssss, that!"
Caitlin lay beside Mom, but turned her body so that her head was between Mom's legs. I hardly noticed her switch positions, so I was a bit taken aback when her hand wrapped around the base of my cock and gave it a hard tug. It didn't do much good to pull me out of Mom's ass, I barely budged, but her message was clear.
"Out, Bunny," she demanded with her tongue hanging out, "you can't come yet, so give your Mother a break."
I stepped back enough to give Caitlin room to slither my cock out of Mom's greedy asshole. It felt like I had spent an hour getting her warmed up enough to fit all of me, but it was a labor of love. Even though I knew it would push me over the edge, I wanted back inside more than I could believe. My cock flexed in despair, aching to sink back into Mom's creamy cocoon and bask in her warmth.
Mom's ass wasn't gaping, she was too tight for that, but it was shocking to see how relaxed and loose her butthole had become, without even being truly fucked yet. Just from holding me inside and working her magic, Mom had managed to turn her once tiny, wrinkled hole the size of a dime into a softened, bumpy ring that protruded like it was puckering for a sloppy kiss. Thick lube coated her asshole and gave it a remarkable shimmer, like a precious stone showing its value for all to see.
Caitlin wasn't transfixed by the sight like I was, so she wasted no time in getting to work gobbling down my cock until the head brushed squarely against the back of her throat. She emitted a loud, hearty gag but didn't pull me out, instead content to let her saliva flow down over my length until little dribbles ran over my tightly pulled ball sack. She mimicked Mom's technique by holding me deep in her throat and working just the last inch or so back and forth against her windpipe, leaving not a crack for her to breathe. I was sure it was to impress me, to remind me she was just as talented as her Sister, but I convinced myself that she was savouring the taste of Mom's asshole, even if it sounded absurd.
"Is it good, sweetheart?" Mom's adorable voice penetrated my skull like a dose of heroin.
"Caitlin's throat?" I summoned all the intelligence I could and came up short, clearly missing the real question. I looked down to see Mom twirling her finger in a circle around her bulging ring, gingerly slipping inside just enough to make a nail disappear. "Oh my god, you mean that."
"Yes, honey. I mean this." Mom giggled, aware that she caught my attention with her finger. She lined up a second and slowly pushed inside, giving me a world-class seat to the show as her asshole swallowed up one knuckle, then another, then the entirety of her two fingers.
For a woman so cautious towards anal, she was certainly growing comfortable with it, boldly exploring her asshole to put me in a helpless state of hypnosis. Perhaps taking my time had convinced her that it was nothing to be afraid of, and now that her confidence was growing, she wanted to flaunt her ability to tickle a newfound fancy.
"You mean this, sweetheart?" Mom knew it would take some coaxing to get my gourd in gear, but she knew just how to do it. "Mommy wants to know how it feels having your whole cock deep in my bottom. Does it feel good in there, baby?"
I didn't produce an answer. Winter had overtaken my head and I couldn't defrost my brain. I just stared dumbfounded as I tried to absorb the striking imagery along with the overwhelming blowjob Caitlin was treating me to.
"Yurf muffer acked oou a queton," Caitlin gurgled in my lap, blowing bubbles as she withdrew my pole from her throat and took a much-needed breath of air. "Answer her, Bunny."
"How does my ass feel, honey?" Mom cocked her head and entranced me with a loving smile.
"It feels so fucking good, Mom." I sighed in exasperation. "I could fuck you for hours."
"Language, young man." I knew she was teasing; she wasn't in much of a position to scold me with her legs pulled up to her ears. Her Sister's loud, sloppy nursing of my cock didn't do much to drive the message home, either.
"You haven't fucked me yet, not here." Mom pulled her fingers out and resumed spreading herself, asking a question we both knew the answer to. "Would you like to fuck Mommy's bum, sweetheart?"
Caitlin pulled her lips off me in a smooth, slow motion. She kept her tongue flattened against the underside as she slid off, tickling my frenulum as she released me with a loud pop!
Drool still dripped from the head as she returned me to the entrance, taking the scenic route through Mom's gooey pink pussy petals as she did. From there, I only needed to give a small push to start driving my cock back through the sweltering warmth of Mom's buttery soft ass meat. We sighed in unison when I reached bottom, feeling like I was home again, with a little more endurance up my sleeve thanks to Caitlin's reprieve.
Once Mom had gotten used to being stretched open again, her ring gave me a couple of quick squeezes as if to say "go ahead." I tightened my balls and sent a rush of blood to the tip of my cock, expanding the spongy helmet so Mom would feel every inch of me being dragged out of her. She moaned like a banshee as her once tightly packed bottom was slowly emptied, trying in vain to keep me from slithering out.
I left the fat head nuzzled inside Mom's asshole, savoring the tight seal her circle formed under the flare of my bulging egg.
I placed one of Mom's legs on my shoulder so I had a hand free to travel up her tummy, coming to a rest with one of her enormous, white milkers overflowing my palm. My fingers traced Mom's rubbery areola, nudging her firm pink nipple until it was ready to cut glass. I lightly pinched and tugged on the nub, gradually increasing pressure until I surprised her with a sharp squeeze.
Not enough to hurt her, but enough to get her to tense up in a way that only reflexes can. It was with this reflexive bucking that I timed my thrust, delving into Mom's asshole until her pussy was creaming against my stomach. I did not pause this time but pulled out as soon as I hit bottom.
"Ooohhhh, oh fuck!" Mom yelped, layering her hand on mine, and squeezing down on her breast. "Fuck me, keep going, baby! Just like that! Oh, my fucking god!"
If it weren't for the situation, I would have laughed at hearing my Mother curse like this, but my mind had one thing to focus on right now. I drove my cock into my Mother's waiting asshole with enough force to smash the bedpost against the wall, banging the wooden frame in a loud, rhythmic pattern as I grew bolder in my efforts. I was wary of hurting her, but I had seen her face contorted in this particular type of bliss before and it told me not to stop.
Mom's asshole clung to me with every long, deliberate thrust. As I pulled myself out of the loosened tunnel, I was aware of how badly she wanted me to stay, warning me with a desperate whine whenever my cock came dangerously close to sliding out of her. Such a cry was something I couldn't ignore, and within seconds I found myself trudging again through the dense, gluey channel to end up in a tomb of pulsating flesh whose sultry hugs could melt glaciers.
Skin slapping against skin overwrote my Mother's primal, heated grunting, drowning out her wails amid a torrent of relentless pounding as I had my way with her. Though my pace had yet to reach a peak, as I wasn't sure I could hold back once I dropped the reins. Mom was still clutching my hand like she was on the ride of her life. This was the first time she had truly accepted someone in such a sacred, forbidden place, and every new direction we took only showed her how much more there was to explore.
The woman who had been so timid in having a single finger inside her bottom had taken to howling obscenities like a sailor to encourage me to give her more, and more, and more.
The well-lubed piston plunged into Mom's butthole like a machine was driving it, trying everything it could to rearrange its new home so it fit perfectly. The harder I went, the easier Mom seemed to take it, as if once I had enough speed, her slippery canal simply could not hold onto me, so it stopped trying. She was still unbelievably tight, but was no longer able to constrict and smother me the way she had before.
A surge of pleasure nearly took me off balance, but I wasn't ready to come yet. I tore my dick out of my Mother and let the rigid, glimmering length rest on her pussy mound, where it continued its strained throbbing.
Mom's butthole was stretched even wider now, and though it still looked too tight to imagine sticking a finger in, I could see now that the forceful tightness had been all but eliminated. Her asshole hung open just a touch, enough so anyone would be able to discern that it had been through quite an ordeal. The copious layer of lube that she was painted in was evidence that she would have no trouble accepting me back inside with one strong push. But I couldn't tear myself away from watching the puckered tunnel, worn out and looser than ever before, fail to return itself to its dainty origins no matter how hard it tightened up.
Mom fought hard to turn her racing breath into words. "Wh-why did you stop?"
"Why do you think?" I teased, confidently covering the excited shaking that my limb could not avoid.
"Gonna c-come for Mommy?" Mom was trying to entrench herself back in the seductive, sexy role, but found no stable footing amid the rubble of her first genuine ass pounding.
I nodded in defeat. "I can't, Mom. I can't stop."
Caitlin shushed me with a finger on my lips, taking hold of my rod and fitting it back in the opening of Mom's asshole. I begged her with my eyes, insisting I couldn't hold back anymore, but by the firm grip she had on my steel member I knew she could already tell I was at my limit. Caitlin slapped my butt and I lurched forward, sinking into my Mother's inviting asshole.
My thick pipe bore down hard into Mom's butthole, greased up so mightily that even her most powerful flexing couldn't do anything to stop me from embedding my cock deep in her guts. I held it there for the briefest of seconds, trying to find even a moment's pause to calm my brewing orgasm, but Aunt Caitlin was having none of it.
"Come for her--she's ready." Caitlin nibbled my earlobe and delivered her message directly, to which I could no longer resist.
Summoning every last ounce of willpower in my possession, I began fucking Mom in the ass with no intention of stopping. It took only a minute of uninterrupted pounding for the alarm bells to start going off. There was no going back, so I fully committed. "Mom, Mom I'm gonna--"
"You...oh, fuck! You can come inside, sweetheart! Give it to Mommy, gimmie all that fucking baby butter, please baby, feed Mommy's asshole!" Mom's voice was high and shrill, and contained no trace of the doting matriarch that had cherished me from birth.
Her arms braced her against the backboard as I began pumping with one goal in mind--come inside my Mother.
I bottomed out in Mom's ass and slumped against her chest, allowing nirvana to wash over me as I emptied my balls into her bowels, my head resting on her fluffy, pillowy breasts. My toes curled so hard I feared they might snap off, but that was nothing compared to the perverse electricity that ripped through my body like a shockwave. All my muscles lost their will to function as power was rerouted from them directly towards my penis, ensuring every last ounce of energy was devoted to inseminating my Mother.
The first burst of cum felt like thick, heavy pudding when it blasted out of me. Such a forceful convulsion sent the viscous cream barreling out of me so fast I almost recoiled. Mom felt the ejection baste her guts and would have leaped off the bed if not for my weight pinning her down. She gasped in shock, unfamiliar with the feeling of such a potent dose of cum tickling such a deep, unexplored part of her.
Two more ropes came flying out, one after the other, adding to the collection of gooey baby butter flooding Mom's asshole. The outpouring of these two deposits was less startling, but still had Mom bucking uncontrollably each time a new wave of hot, salty liquid splashed inside her.
It splattered against Mom's velvety insides and painted them like a messy canvas with long, white gobs of semen clinging to the spongy walls that ran down to form one large, bubbly hot pool of frothy cum.
I continued to dump little bits of cum into her, but the explosion was over. Mom's asshole was tenderly squeezing and pulling on my cock, trying to elicit just one more dose to satisfy it, but my balls were completely drained. I happily allowed my cock to marinate in her gooey insides, stewing in hot cum and slimy lube until I felt my cock finally begin to soften.
The silence hung heavy in the air, nobody wanted to be the first to break up the serene moment, but we all knew Caitlin would grow impatient first. Her hand rubbed the small of my back as she whispered to us both. "You two look amazing together."
I lifted my head and met my Mother's gaze. Her hair was a sweaty, matted mess that obscured most of her face, and her cheeks flushed bright red. Her tits wore the marks of our conjoined mauling like a badge of honor, but she looked like the perfect woman to me. I felt an undeniable smile creep onto my face as reality roared in front of me, daring me to feel some semblance of shame for what we had done, but all I felt was pride. I had made Mom my woman, she made me her man, and we were never going back to our old life.
Our breathing began to return, but Mom could barely muster the strength to tell me how much she loved me, placing a kiss on my forehead with her arms securing me in a bear hug against her pudgy body. It felt safe, it felt right.
It felt like home.
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Epilogue
"So, there is someone else, then?" Donald sighed in defeat.
"Yes, there is, Donald," Sophie said sternly. "You and I had problems long before him, so we can't blame anyone but each other for this."
"You're full of shit," Donald snapped, tossing the last of his ratty cardboard boxes in the back of his car. "Tell yourself whatever you have to, it's all a lie."
"Well, I'm going to tell myself I'm happy and not concern myself with what my ex-husband thinks of it," Sophie retorted; arms folded across her chest.
"We aren't divorced, yet." Pain entered Donald's voice that would have evoked sympathy had it not been followed by such rage. "Not like you care;you've already got his goddamn baby in you."
Sophie looked down and admired her pronounced baby bump. She rested a hand on her swollen belly and caressed the round bulge, sending love to the little girl she carried inside her.
It had been seven and a half months ago that Sophie told Donald she was seeking a divorce. It had been on her mind long before that, but the demands of life kept getting in the way. Sophie knew, but didn't really consider, that Sean would have gotten her pregnant by now. Their lovemaking had not slowed for a single day since spending that first weekend together, and as a result, it hadn't taken long for her to start missing periods and start showing the undeniable signs that a baby was growing inside of her.
She had been scared beyond belief, but found a strange comfort that she pursued until it led to solid ground, and a life she was excited by--a life with her Son and father-to-be, Sean. The pregnancy was the push Sophie needed to make a change, and she had not regretted it since. Donald had moved into a new place while they worked on selling the house, which was due to be finalized in the coming weeks.
With the last of his belongings now removed from the house, Sophie knew her new life was just around the corner.
"That's it, then?" Donald scowled, anxiously fidgeting with his keys. "You just get pregnant by the first guy you see and I leave your life forever?"
Sophie beamed with a brilliant illumination, feeling as though her euphoria could fuel the entire world, should its own fire burn out, and she turned to say her final words to her husband.
She glanced down at her belly again, mind racing with possibilities for the future. "Yes, that's it...for now."
Writer's note: You did it! You finished reading the longest thing I've ever written, congratulations. I truly didn't know if I would ever complete this series, but the constant requests from readers (like you!) for a conclusion gave me the final push I needed to complete this story. Chapters 3 & 4 only exist because of the wonderful people who wanted this thing made and helped me rediscover my love of writing.
I truly thank you, even if you didn't like it, for giving even an ounce of attention to something I worked so hard on. There are more writings in the works I can now turn my attention to, but for now, I leave you with the deepest of gratitude.
Have a nice day <3