My Two Mothers
A young man falls in love with two incredible women.
A/N - Been a while since I've uploaded a single chapter story in this category. Hope you enjoy it.

Australian / British standard English. There is a good chance of reading the following: lots of profanity, characters drinking, typos, and bad grammar at times.

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I was fourteen years old the day my father walked in the front door of our home, sat my mother down at the dining table and announced that he was leaving her. My mother was a proud, confident woman, but hearing that her husband was leaving her immediately led to questions and accusations and eventually one hell of a shouting match as he almost happily admitted to his long-term infidelity.

My respect for the man plummeted after I walked into the dining room, unaware of the conversation as I'd been rather distracted in my bedroom with homework and then gaming, normally until Mum would lightly tap on my door when dinner was ready. Aware of the time and it was later than usual, I walked out to see my mother at the table, head in her hands and obviously upset, while I heard my father in the bedroom.

"Mum?" I asked softly. Seeing her lift her head and gaze at me, eyes wet with tears, I was immediately at her side to cuddle her as I felt her shake in my arms, "What's wrong, Mum?"

She didn't sob as I knew she was doing her best to rein in her emotions. "Ask your father," she finally replied, "Let him tell you what he just told me."

Leaning back, her green eyes were still wet behind the thin frames as she'd worn glasses nearly her entire life. Clearing some of her black hair away from her face made her smile. I'd always thought my mother was a beautiful woman. Her lower lip started to tremble as I left a kiss on her cheek. I'd never been embarrassed by showing my mother any sort of affection. I always hugged her before either of us left in the morning and always hugged her when she knocked on my door, ensuring I opened it up and I was greeted by a smile and then a hug that we both cherished.

Walking towards my parents' bedroom, it was a sanctuary I rarely entered. I never entered without knocking or asking permission as much as they returned that level of respect regarding my bedroom. Noticing my father had a suitcase on the bed and was busy packing, I cleared my throat as he came to a stop.

"Ah, Mark... Yes... Well..."

"What's going on, Dad?" I asked.

He cleared his throat, looking awkward as I still didn't know what was going on. He finally straightened up. "I guess you're old enough to understand. I'm leaving your mother, Mark. I'm tired of living a lie."

"What sort of lie?" I was fourteen but I wasn't stupid. I knew married people had affairs all the time. I also knew men and women lived in the closet. Or maybe he was just tired of being married.

I also knew it was an awkward question, wondering if I'd get a lie or the truth. "I've been intimate with my personal assistant at work for the past five years. I plan on being with her from now on."

"Oh..." My fourteen-year-old mind could comprehend what he'd just told me, but what else could I ask except, "What about Mum? What about me?"

"You're still important to me, Mark. I won't forego my responsibility to my son. I'm still your father and I still love you. As for your mother, she's more than capable of raising you while I'm not here and I will happily leave her this house and contents."

"Where will you go?"

"I already have an apartment sorted out where I will be living from now on."

"Oh... So, um, you had this planned?"

"I've been planning this for a while." He walked over and rested a hand on my shoulder. "I'm sorry to spring this on you like this, son. What I don't want you to do is blame yourself for this. And your mother isn't to blame either. We haven't been terribly close in a long time, and I've found someone else to love."

I knew bullshit when I heard it, but I wasn't going to get into an argument with him then and there. Nodding my head, I let him continue packing as I returned to the dining room. Mum had been preparing dinner as things were still on the stove. I tried to help her wherever possible when it came to dinner, and I was good when it came to chores. Turning everything back on, Mum lifted herself from her chair, grabbing a couple of tissues. Even at fourteen, I was nearly taller than her, and I knew she needed another hug.

"I love you, Mum," I whispered.

"Thank you, baby. I love you too."

"Dad told me. I kind of hate him right now. It's not right."

"It's not... But he's your father. That's all I'll say for now."

My father didn't reappear until he'd obviously grabbed everything he wanted and taken it out to his car. To my surprise, he placed keys on the table along with a piece of paper.

"We obviously can't divorce for a year from now. Australian laws and all that," he stated, "These are the only keys I have to the property. If you want the locks changed, I'll pay for it."

"Why?" Mum asked, "Why bother?"

"Look, I know what I've done, Madeline. I simply want to make all of this as painless as possible."

"Painless for you... Fuck you, Brian. Fuck you and that slut who works for you."

Dad simply nodded his head. "I deserve that. All I ask is that you allow me to visit Mark from time to time. I won't be forgetting about my son in all this."

Mum met my eyes. I didn't make a single gesture as I was still processing what was going on. "You realise you'll be on the hook for child support until he's eighteen," she finally said.

"Which I'll pay willingly as I'm his father and still want to spend as much time with my son as possible. But given we both earn roughly the same..."

Mum snorted derisively. "Of course, you're worried about that, aren't you? You cheat on me, fuck around for God knows how long, and you're worried about having to pay me a little money, aren't you?"

Dad sighed. "Look, I'm going to go. On this piece of paper are the details of my lawyer. There is also the address of my apartment. Yes, I've been setting this up for some time as I didn't want this dragging out. Fact is we haven't been happy for a long time, Madeline." Mum surprisingly didn't have a retort to that. Maybe she felt the same but stayed married for whatever reason. "Yes, I know I've been cheating, but part of the reason was that I didn't want to break up the family home. Mark is now fourteen years old, and I think can understand that marriages do come to an end."

Mum visibly deflated. "Just go, Brian," she finally muttered, "Just go."

Dad nodded, glancing my way. I glanced at Mum and returned my eyes to his, shaking my head. I couldn't follow him out and leave Mum alone. I think he sensed my thoughts, earning a nod of what I liked to think was respect. What he didn't realise is that I had none for him then and there. He's just torn out his wife's heart, the same heart which loved her son completely, and she already looked a shadow of the vibrant woman I was so used to seeing each and every day.

To my surprise, Mum didn't hit the bottle that night or on subsequent nights. I heard her crying that night in bed, unable to sleep until I knocked on her door, Mum opened her arms as I slid onto the bed, feeling her shake and sob as I tried my best to make her feel better.

"I'll always love you, Mum," I promised.

After that night, Mum threw herself into three things. Her work, her few friends, and raising me. She'd always shown an interest in my life, but as much as she showed interest in me, as soon as she knocked on my door, I'd join her in the living room, asking about her day, almost being her sounding board as she'd slide out of her heels and massage her pretty little feet. Sometimes wearing stockings, sometimes not...

We ate dinner together nearly every night, not missing the fact we usually headed out at least once or twice a week. Mum would dress up occasionally and ask me to wear something nice, and as I turned fifteen and the divorce loomed, I knew Mum had been relying on me for emotional support. Though I had plenty of good friends, they were aware of what was going on and I never liked being far away from her. My friends liked coming to my place, and more than once, Mum thanked me for ensuring the house wasn't too gloomy and quiet all the time.

As for my father, he had bought himself one hell of a nice apartment closer to the city. What I found hilarious is that within three months of moving out, the relationship with his personal assistant had fizzled out. Apparently, she had loved being his piece on the side, receiving all the gifts a mistress does, and all the attention that came with in, but when it came to a permanent relationship, she wasn't interested at all. And from the little I did learn, my father hadn't been clued in at all.

I did visit him every so often as although I hated what he did to my mother, he was still my father and I still loved him. I just found it difficult to truly forgive him. It was around six months after he moved out when I was having dinner at his place one night when I had to ask him a question.

"So what will you do now?"

He chewed on his rather nicely cooked steak as he nodded. "I'm not going back to your mother."

"Dad, she wouldn't take you back anyway."

"Touche," he stated, managing a rueful chuckle, "Mark... I'm serious when I say neither of us was happy for a long time. It's why we never gave you a sibling. Sure, me having an affair wasn't the right way to go about things, I knew it then and know it now. And I guess I've had my comeuppance. So what will happen is that the divorce will go through and I'll meet someone else."

The thing is, I was confident his prediction would come true. My father was still a somewhat handsome man, successful in his professional life, and had a lot to offer a prospective partner. Frankly, the fact his personal assistant hadn't been interested in being with him long term had surprised me though I guess it was self-preservation. Willing to cheat on his wife, would he cheat on her too?

Mum encouraged me to learn how to drive when I turned sixteen and we enjoyed going out together, another reason for our bond to grow even closer. Granted, it wasn't always easy as, being a teenager, I thought I knew everything already, and Mum couldn't help occasionally being frustrated by my sometimes inability not to listen and take instructions.

Working the hours that she did, most of my learning was done on my own at school and through studying though she'd occasionally walk in the front door and into the kitchen to find me at the dining room table, books spread everywhere as I was doing my best to soak everything in. When I was really stuck, I'd poke her brain, to see if she could help me. More often than not, she'd at least guide me in the right direction.

Obtaining my licence just after I turned seventeen led to Mum surprising me with my own car. It was second-hand, but it would be reliable, cheap to run and the only driving I'd really do would be to and from school, and also to and from the part-time job I'd picked up when turning sixteen.

"You're such a responsible young man now," Mum stated over dinner one evening. I felt myself blush as she added, "I love how much you've contributed to the house since your father left."

"Are you interested in dating again now?" I wondered, "I mean, the divorce was a while ago now..."

Mum smiled at me. "No, I'm not interested, Mark. The only man in my life at the moment is my son. Once you're eighteen, I might give it some thought, but to be honest, I don't think I'm missing much anyway. When I want love and affection, I know you're always available for hugs and kisses. I'm glad you're still not embarrassed showing how much you love your mother."

"I made you a promise, Mum."

"I remember, baby," she whispered, "That meant so much to me that night."

During that year, Dad met another woman. He'd had a couple of temporary relationships over the years, but when he met Candice, he seemed to genuinely fall in love with her and it was only a couple of months after they met that I was introduced to her. She was at least ten years younger than my father, and he was over five years older than my mother. I didn't miss the fact she was definitely closer to me in age than either of my parents.

She was absolutely gorgeous and, to my impressionable young mind, far too good for my father. After meeting her a couple of times, Mum couldn't resist asking a few questions. When I described her physically and added that she was a genuinely nice person, Mum couldn't help but grumble.

"I mean, I have a feeling she doesn't know the whole story about the divorce," I suggested, "If she were to learn that Dad was cheating on you for years..."

Mum smirked but shook her head. "No, baby," she finally insisted, "We won't get involved like that."

"Even though she would deserve to know the truth. Considering Dad lied to you for years..."

"You too, baby. He lied to you too. He lied to us. He blew off more than a few things that he should have been at so he could be with his mistress. I know you haven't forgotten nor totally forgiven..."

"Hard to completely trust the man after what he did, but he's my father, and I won't fault him for the fact he's still trying, that he still wants a relationship with me."

"You're our only child and you're his son. In a way, you're his legacy. I know you're going to do good things in your life, and your father will definitely want to crow about that in the future."

"So Candice..."

"If she's as sweet as you say, just be her friend, and maybe even be there for her when your father inevitably breaks her heart too."

By the time I was seventeen, there was no real custody arrangement, agreeing with my father that I'd drive over to see him at least once a week. Candice wasn't living with him that early in the relationship, so it was generally just time for us to catch up. Weekends were not really possible once I started part-time work and I was still playing sports on a Saturday morning.

I turned eighteen during my final year in high school and was the oldest of my small friend group of four of us by at least six months. None of them would be eighteen until after the holiday period and into their first year at university, if they chose to attend. That meant I had no one to really celebrate my eighteenth birthday with.

Except my mother, who insisted that she would treat me to a night out. I guess my hesitation was expected as Mum woke me up early on my birthday with a kiss on the cheek, sitting on the edge of my bed. By this time, I towered over her in a way and my body had slowly developed. Mum fed me well and I kept fit thanks to sport and working manual labour for my part-time job.

"When you finish school on Friday, come home and I'll try and get out of work as early as possible. I've booked reservations at one of our favourite places to eat then I'm taking you to a pub so you can order your first drinks legally then I'm thinking you can take your mother to a club. Would you like that, baby?"

"You're serious? You want to go to a club?"

"I think we'll have a great time together, baby."

I couldn't help smiling as I knew it wasn't the sort of place that she would want to visit usually. Even on the rare nights out she spent with her friends, it was usually at someone's house where they could simply drink wine and gossip. From what I knew, all of her friends were also divorced at least once.

"Okay, Mum. I'd love to go out with you."

That earned one hell of a cuddle. "Thank you, baby. You know how to make your mother a very happy woman."

"Well, if I'm your man, then you're my girl, right?"

She leaned back and dazzled me with a gorgeous smile. "I guess I have been your girl for the past few years. I can't remember being happier."

"Good thing I don't plan on moving out while I'm at university too."

"You don't have to move out even after graduating from there, baby. This is our home." Kissing my cheek, she quickly added, "Now time to get up, showered, dressed and ready for school. And I now have something to look forward to on Friday."

Mum practically floated around the house the next couple of days and nights, humming to herself with a near-constant smile on her face. It was positively infectious as she had long loved snuggling up to me when we watched television together in the evening. Each night ended with a kiss on the cheek and a long cuddle, ensuring that affection never wavered.

My father got a handshake when we met up and parted later. He'd never been the most openly affectionate or emotional of people anyway.

Arriving home from school on Friday afternoon, I laughed to myself as Mum had departed for work after I left and had already organised what I should wear. There was a note for me on top.

I want my date to look as handsome as possible for me tonight.

Love Madeline xxx

Signing her name instead of 'Mum' or 'Mother' was a surprise but hearing that she considered it a date wasn't any real surprise. She hadn't been on one since her husband walked out on her, and I hadn't had any long-term girlfriends throughout high school. Not to say I hadn't dated, but I didn't see the point of being with one girl for most of my time at high school. I didn't buy into high school sweethearts and only being with one person for life. How could you possibly know at sixteen that this was the same person you'd want to be with when you turned forty?

I heard Mum announce her arrival home as I was in the shower. Hearing her knock on the bathroom door, she told me that she'd shower in her ensuite and get ready in her bedroom, meeting me in the living room when she was ready.

After dousing my body in deodorant, I got dressed in the clothes she picked out, including a pair of polished shoes. Mum had bought me a great watch for my birthday, and I also dabbed a little cologne in certain parts. Grabbing my wallet, keys and phone, I waited in the living room for my mother to appear.

She appeared half an hour later and took my breath away in an instant. The red dress was moulded to her womanly curves, her shoulders bare, and her breasts must have been held up by the tightness of her dress or the sort of bra that was also without shoulder straps. The hem of her dress ended just above her knees, left thinking she was wearing thigh-high stockings and the heels helped her height by around three inches as well.

"Holy shit!" I finally exclaimed.

"Language, young man," Mum stated with a chuckle as I met her green eyes. She never took off her glasses except for sleeping and I assumed showering, but her lips were almost the same colour as her cheek, feeling the scent of her perfume and shampoo when she kissed my cheek, "But I'm glad you approve."

"Mum... Jesus... You're gorgeous..."

"Thank you, baby. Had to look hot for my date tonight. How do I look for a woman nearing forty?"

"Mum, every single man wherever we go tonight is going to be jealous because you're on my arm."

She immediately started to blink rapidly, worried that I'd said the wrong thing. Then she moulded her body against mine, feeling her D-cup breasts (I did laundry and was curious about her size) press into me. "I love you so much, baby. Thank you for being with me all the time," she whispered, hearing her breath shudder.

"Thanks for taking me out tonight."

"My pleasure. Now, are you ready to escort your date outside as the taxi should arrive soon? I'm not driving as I want to enjoy a drink or two in the company of my young date for the evening."

The restaurant Mum selected was somewhere we'd only been a couple of times. We both enjoyed a steak with all the trimmings, but it was also the sort of place not exactly designed for families with young children, so the ambience was just perfect for us to enjoy dinner and light conversation without too much noise in the background.
Dinner was fantastic, Mum taking my hand as she led me to a pub a few streets away. I was carded as expected when ordering a glass of wine for her. She wasn't stupid and knew I'd dabbled with alcohol before legally allowed. Didn't like the taste of beer, told by more than one person that it was a taste acquired with age, but I did thoroughly enjoy the taste of apple cider.

As we found a high table with a couple of stools, I couldn't help glancing around. "Mum, I think everyone is looking at you," I whispered.

"Let them look because I'm only here for you, baby," she whispered back.

I couldn't help smiling. "Thanks, Mum."

Enjoying a couple of drinks was a real rite of passage, amazed that I was enjoying it far more in the company of my mother, who provided animated conversation and, being completely honest, was a smoking hot fox in comparison to my three idiot friends. After finishing her third glass of wine, she asked if I was ready for the club.

Even though I was the arm of an obviously older woman, the bouncer still viewed my obviously real driver's licence with what I thought was suspicion before allowing me in. Mum purchased the first drink this time before we left them at the bar as Mum immediately wanted to dance. Now I can admit I had two left feet, but all Mum did once we were on the dancefloor was loop her arms around the back of my neck and press her body against mine.

"Just sway, baby," she whispered, "And move your hands to just above my arse."

"Like that?" I asked, making her immediately smile.

"And if you want to move further down, I won't slap your hand away."

"Now you're being naughty... Or weird..."

"Just want you to have a good night, baby. And as I'm your date for the night, you should at least get a good feel of something. My arse is safe."

"What about the two mounds pressing into my chest?"

That earned a giggle. "I haven't missed you glancing at my cleavage, baby. You think I have nice tits?"

"God yes," I admitted immediately, "Mum, I've always thought you were beautiful, but tonight you're something else entirely."

"Good. I wanted you to have a hot date tonight. I love you so much and wanted it to be special."

Moving my right hand down to cup her arse made her smile. "Well, if you're my date..."

We swayed to a couple of songs before returning to the bar. She sipped at her wine as I sank half the bottle of cider rather quickly as my heart was beating rapidly and I was scared of how aroused I now was. I think she realised immediately, resting a hand on my forearm. "It's okay, baby," she assured me, "Don't worry about it."

"I was hard," I stated softly, "Sorry..."

"Think I'm worried that my handsome date was aroused because he thinks I'm hot?" Placing a hand on my cheek, she made sure I was meeting her eyes. "It's natural, baby. It's okay. Don't think too much about it. Just go with the flow and enjoy yourself. I signed that note as Madeline."

"You're not... Um... I mean, are you suggesting something..."

"Not tonight, baby. Not tonight." Sculling her wine, she moved her hand to mine. "Come on, I want to keep dancing with my handsome date. Good thing tomorrow is Saturday and you're now in the off-season."

She didn't hesitate in moulding her body against me again, her head against my shoulder, as I immediately moved a hand down to her arse. And I just knew she would have felt my almost raging erection pressing into her in return. I'd been aroused from the moment she appeared in the living room. Let's be honest. I knew we were close, but I'd been crushing on my mother hard for a while by now. Maybe she was aware, maybe she wasn't. Maybe this was just one night where we could pretend.

Lifting her head up slightly, I gazed into her green eyes behind the lenses of her glasses, watching her lick her lips before lifting herself up to give me a soft kiss on the lips. It wasn't something we did too often. It was brief but I didn't miss the feelings behind such a simple kiss. Squeezing her arse provoked quite the giggle as I then did the same thing with my other hand.

"You like my arse, baby?" she breathed into my ear.

"I like more than just your arse... Madeline..."

"Naughty, baby... But acceptable while we're on this dancefloor. I'll be 'Mum' again when we get home."

"Maybe we could do this again, Madeline?"

The smile she beamed at me made my heart flutter again. "You mean that, baby? You'd go on another date with me?"

"Absolutely."

She melted into me, hugging me ever so tightly as I moved my hands up to her back, stroking her softly like I always did. "How are you only eighteen? You sometimes have the maturity of someone ten years older. You've been such a support to me, baby. I can't express how much you've meant to me these past four years. It was never fair on you, I know that."

"Don't care, Mum. I've always been here because I love you so much as well."

That made her cry for a few seconds. I felt guilty for making her cry until she lifted her lips to my cheek again. "Thank you, baby. I think we need to go. Madeline wants another glass of wine but should call it a night before either of us gets drunk."

Walking out of the club a little later, she'd organised a taxi to pick us up and drive us home. Paying the driver when arriving, I took her hand and led her inside, Mum asking if I wanted a nightcap. I didn't particularly want another drink, pulling her into me as we swayed around the living room. The only light was provided through the open curtains and faint moonlight. I didn't miss how she was gazing up at me.

"Baby... Would you like to sleep with me tonight?"

"Sleep?"

"Just sleeping, baby. I want to end our date with you in my bed. I want to be held by you tonight. Can you do that for Mum?"

"Mum... I'd love to do that for you."

She kissed me softly on the lips and it lasted a few seconds before she slowly leaned back and caressed my cheek. "Can you handle seeing me nearly naked?"

"I think I'll be just fine, Mum."

Leading me into her bedroom, she turned around and asked me to unzip her. Doing that slowly, the clasp of her bra came into view as I lowered it to where it ended just above her arse. Mum let it slowly fall down her body where the back of her panties and then the tops of her thigh-high stockings came into view. Leaning over to pick up her dress, she draped it over a chair as she turned around to face me. I was achingly hard by now as the colour of her lingerie matched the dress. She was a walking wet dream.

Looping her arms around the back of my neck again, I felt her press her body into mine and I couldn't help the groan as she felt my erection press into her. Leaning up to kiss me softly on the lips, her eyes positively sparkled behind the lenses of her glasses.

Her nimble fingers made short work of my shirt as she helped that off, placing it over the back of the same chair, her fingers then caressing my chest for a few seconds, before they moved down to the belt buckle, then button and zipper of my trousers, kicking off my shoes and socks at the same time. My trousers hit the floor, Mum slowly moving down and I didn't miss her stopping at the rather large bulge in my underwear.

"Is that because of me, baby?" she teased.

"You know it is, Mum."

Sitting on the side of the bed, I kneeled before her as I helped take off her heels, gazing up into her eyes the entire time. Biting her bottom lip, I could see her chest rising and falling, and I had a feeling she was as aroused as I was. Running my fingers up from her foot, up her calves and to her thighs, Mum couldn't stop the moan as I ever so slowly rolled each thigh-high stocking off her legs before I caressed her bare flesh.

"Baby..." she whispered. Leaning up, she leaned forward as we shared a soft kiss.

"Thank you for tonight, Mum," I whispered back.

"You enjoyed your date tonight?"

"I definitely want to do this again."

Getting into bed, Mum spooned back against me, and feeling her press against my erection made me groan lightly again. "Baby... Would you have masturbated tonight if you were in your own bed?"

That made me laugh. "Mum... I would have beat my dick until it was red raw tonight."

Mum chuckled as she snuggled further against me. "And would you have only thought about me?"

"Can I be honest, Mum?"

"I'd like to think you don't lie to me, baby."

"I think about you all the time."

She remained silent before I heard her sniffle. "Thank you, baby," she whispered, "I know I probably shouldn't thank you, being your mother, but I've never been blind to how close we are, and now that you're eighteen..."

"Mum... If I wasn't here, would you be masturbating too?"

"I masturbate every night, baby."

I didn't know what to say until I finally whispered, "That's so hot, Mum."

"I can still feel how hard you are, baby. If I took off my panties and threw them at the wall right now, they'd stick there. The only reason I haven't taken off my bra and panties is that, if I do, I might not be able to control the situation."

"You sleep naked?"

"Of course, baby. I love being naked in bed."

Somehow, we both managed to fall asleep a little later though I woke up the next morning with one of my hands cupping a breast as my hard-on was almost nestling between her legs. What I didn't miss was that Mum's hand rested over my hand cupping her breast and I could feel how hard her nipple was underneath the thin fabric.

"You awake, baby?" she whispered.

"Just woke up. Want me to move my hand?"

"Absolutely not. I shouldn't be enjoying how hard you feel against me, but after what you told me last night..."

We remained snuggled until my stomach grumbled, Mum rolling over to face me. Leaning in to give me a kiss, I moved my hand down to her arse, feeling how soft and smooth her skin was, but the surprise was when she lifted a leg up onto mine and my cock almost brushed against her covered pussy. It was the same kiss as before, something more than just a chaste kiss but not quite the long, passionate kiss I had experienced with one or two girlfriends.

I was left thinking Mum wanted more. I certainly wouldn't complain if the kiss lasted longer and led to something else.

Getting out of bed, I watched as Mum grabbed another bra, turning her back as she took off one bra and slowly slid on the other. I had no problem expressing disappointment at missing the show, Mum glanced back and smiled as she grabbed some underwear, dropped her panties and putting on a clean pair. Picking them up, she smiled at me again.

"They're still so wet, baby," she told me, "And part of me wants to fling them on your face."

"And you know exactly what I'd want to do, Mum."

She looked down at them again. "Mark... Does it scare you? Your feelings?"

"I'm trying to sound confident, but I'm fucking terrified at the same time, Mum."

"I'm your mother and I know I have to be the responsible one..." She finally met my eyes. "I'd love to go on another date with you, Mark. Anytime you want. But anything else... Teasing is fun. I love knowing and feeling I arouse you like I do." She looked away and almost choked back a sob. "I was so aroused last night, I wanted to give into temptation too."

Getting out of bed, Mum hugged me immediately as I closed my eyes and savoured the feeling of her near-naked body against mine. "I'm scared too, Mum," I admitted.

"Are you a virgin, baby?"

"No, Mum. I'm not."

"Who?"

"Remember Jessica?" Feeling her nod, I continued. "We agreed that we liked each other far too much to not give each other our virginities. Since then, I've had a little fun with a couple of other girls."

"I haven't had sex since your father walked out, baby."

"Oh..."

"It's why I masturbate every night." Letting me go, she kneeled down and opened the bottom drawer of the nightstand to her side of the bed. I didn't miss the small variety of sex toys. "Does this shock you, baby?"

"No. I know there is a large market of sex toys out there for women."

"A dildo is no replacement for feeling a man inside me," she whispered, "But it's not just the sex. It's everything that happens before sex."

"Romance before heading to bed and foreplay?"

She nodded before adding, "But I always loved being held by the man I loved after we'd both cum, basking in the afterglow of lovemaking. And being rather blunt, a dildo doesn't cum."

"Oh..."

She stood up, closing the drawer with one of her little feet, before turning towards me. "Come on, baby. Let's get some breakfast into you. Will you mow the lawns today?"

"Yeah, they do need looking after, particularly as we head into summer."

Although it had been a night and morning of revelations, the fact we seemed to both want more than a mother and son relationship, things didn't change between us for the next few weeks. It didn't stop the affection between us. It only increased, spending nearly all our time together when we were at home, Mum almost kicking me out of the house every so often to ensure I didn't neglect my friends. She would still disappear for a night to meet her friends, usually driving over to pick her up as she enjoyed the wine and gossip.

I didn't miss the fact that she did occasionally invite me to sleep with her. She never slept naked when I was in bed with her and I always wore underwear when I was with her. But when we were in bed, we always cuddled close together. Our kissing hadn't changed either, and I was aware she was holding herself back, not giving in to sharing the sort of kiss that would increase the passion of the moment.

Surprisingly, I didn't feel any frustration by it. I knew the decision wasn't really mine. I flirted with her constantly nowadays and always earned smiles and giggles. I walked around the house in just a pair of shorts. I wasn't some muscular hunk, but I did look after myself and did have some slight definition. When I looked in the mirror, I still saw elements of youth despite having shaved since I was fifteen. As for my mother, she seemed to get even younger, constantly smiling, and having a genuine air of happiness about her. Even during the divorce, she'd kept on motoring as I hadn't been blind to her relying on me at times. I didn't mind as I knew she needed my support. She was my mother and I loved her.

The next time we headed out on a date, she wore a little black dress with accompanying lingerie, only finding out when we got home, with thigh-high stockings, garter and suspenders plus black heels. I swear she seemed to know what I loved. She asked if she should wear contacts and I surprised her by shouting out that she definitely should not.

"You look totally sexy with your glasses on, Mum," I insisted, "When you're dressed in the morning for work, looking all professional and powerful, even then I get all these urges and funny feelings..."

She stepped towards me, running her fingers up my chest. "You might have to come visit your mother in the office one evening when she's working later," she whispered, "I've never been fucked over my desk at the office."

Yes, Mum was now giving as good as she got as the flirting had turned into incredibly honest sexual thoughts and feelings. That's still as far as it went though, letting each other know exactly how we thought about each other, but neither of us was willing to make the next step. I could understand Mum not making it, but I'll admit to being far too nervous about doing it myself, worried that crossing the line would ruin our relationship.

We enjoyed three dates over the next three months. Each one ended in a bar or club where we could dance together. I didn't hide the fact she made me incredibly hard. I didn't feel her up too much though I recognised when she was practically rubbing herself on my thigh. The night always ended in her bedroom where I would slowly undress her, and each time I rolled off her stockings, my fingers would get ever so close to her pussy... And I could always feel hot to trot she was.

But we still didn't cross a particular line.

While this was going on with my mother, I was still visiting my father. I hadn't forgotten what he'd done, but my mother actually asked me to forgive him, not wanting me to spend the rest of my life without my father in my life, thinking I might end up regretting it in the future. I still didn't like the fact he'd hurt my mother in such a manner, but he'd been surprisingly contrite about it, and I didn't miss him doing his best to ensure our relationship remained strong.

His relationship with Candice grew closer over time and by the time I was well past my eighteenth birthday, she had moved into his apartment. As I'd told my mother, she was ever so sweet, such a lovely young woman, that I simply couldn't help liking her immensely, and though she never tried to be my mother, I knew she would like to be my friend.

Occasionally I'd drop by to see my father for him to still be at work with only Candice at home. More than once, I'd leave her blushing slightly as she'd answer the door in little more than a silk dressing gown, her flowing brunette hair over her shoulders, and her gorgeous blue eyes behind the lenses of her glasses trying their best not to look too embarrassed. She was a slim woman, but I didn't miss the bust on her chest.

"Come on in," she told me that evening, "Your father won't be home until much later. I was making some dinner if you'd like to join me?"

"I'd love to, Candice. Thank you."

That earned another sweet smile, feeling her cuddle into my side. "Thanks, Mark. Sometimes gets a little lonely here."

"Is Dad working late a lot?"

"He has been lately. I understand he's had a promotion and it would mean longer hours for the better salary, but it means I spend a lot of time home alone."

I immediately worried that he was having another affair. The personal assistant he'd been having one with had long been shown the door, and I knew he'd hired a new personal assistant, and having met her, he had a flavour when it came to those working for him. Busty blonde bombshells who may not have been shy in coming forward about what they'd be willing to do for him. I wasn't blind nor stupid to what can happen in office environments.

Mum knew I spent time with Candice and encouraged me to do it. Though she'd told me not to interfere regarding letting her know what my father did, I still felt guilty about the fact I was already thinking my father was doing it again and Candice was stuck in an apartment alone. At least Mum had me when it was going on.

Helping her finish preparing dinner earned more than one smile and a hug. Leaning up to kiss my cheek when we were finished cleaning up was a surprise. "Want a cider?" she asked. Dad knew I didn't really drink beer so always had cider for his son, "I'm having a glass of wine."

"Sure."

Sitting together on the couch, curling her legs underneath her, the bottom of her silk robe spread enough that I almost got a good look at something I probably shouldn't see. I glanced more than once as the top of her robe wasn't exactly hiding too much either.

"How do you think you'll do in your exams?" she wondered.

"I'm studying my arse off so I can only hope I get the results required to make it into the course I want to do at university."

"Still want to get into engineering?"

"Yeah. I could possibly do it without the university degree, but I'd rather have three years of study and preparation. I do intend on working while studying during the breaks between semesters."

She fell silent for a couple of minutes, sipping at her wine, and shuffling a little closer until her head was resting against my upper arm. "Mark... Why did your parents divorce?"

I couldn't help the sigh and eventually muttered, "Shit."

"Your father suggested that he and your mother simply fell out of love and went their separate ways... But I've got this feeling it was more than that."
"It was," I stated simply before sighing again, "I promised Mum I wouldn't get involved."

"You speak about her a lot, even in front of your father. You love her a lot, don't you?"

"I promised I wouldn't be moving out anytime soon. I don't want to leave her alone." Wrapping an arm around her, I added softly, "But I don't like knowing he's leaving you alone too."

"Did he cheat on your mother?" she asked bluntly. My silence answered her question, feeling her wrap an arm across my chest. "I know you promised her, so I won't press you too hard."

"Mum was left hurt, and I don't want you to be hurt either."

"I won't be as I'll make sure I talk to your father and hope he's honest."

"Hate to see you split up as I know you're happy with him otherwise."

"I am happy, but I don't like the idea of him lying to me. And if he's done it before..."

I didn't add anything as I knew what we were both thinking. I stayed late enough that Dad was walking in the door when I was leaving. We shook hands, genuinely happy to see me as always, and he then joked about me looking after his fiancée because he couldn't come home. I knew they were engaged though hadn't set a date for the wedding just yet. Now I wondered if it would happen...

Explaining to Mum over breakfast the next morning, as I'd arrived home late enough that she'd already gone to bed, she assured me that I'd kept my promise and that by not answering her questions, I'd actually answered without needing to say a word.

"Mark, do me a favour, please... Continue to be her friend while she's with your father. I think she's going to need you going forward too."

"But if he's cheating again..."

"Hopefully he isn't. I've not met this woman, but I'm certainly not going to sit here and hope she's hurt too."

"Yeah... Maybe he is just working late, but I just don't know..."

With what might happen with my mother and then worrying about Candice and my father, I found solace in focusing on my studies as exam time was looming and I was spending more and more time in my bedroom with my nose buried in my notes and textbooks as I continued preparations. There were still the occasional few hours I'd spend with my friends, and I made sure I spent plenty of time with my mother, but in those last couple of weeks before my exams, even she seemed to back off enough so I wasn't overly distracted.

Finishing my last exam a couple of weeks later left me with an overwhelming sense of relief and satisfaction as I was confident I'd done well. Walking out of the hall where the exam had taken place, I checked my phone to see a message from my mother.

Date night tonight, baby, as we need to celebrate the end of your exams.

Love you so much. xxx

I don't think I stopped smiling as I drove home and then spent the afternoon lazing about, the sense of relief that I could put studying to the side until I started university in February was almost overwhelming. Six years of hard work had been worth it as I knew I was going to get the results required to enter university.

Mum breezed in the door in the late afternoon, greeting me with the usual smile and soft kiss on the lips. Letting me know she was going to get ready straight away, I joked about joining her in the shower, something I often did nowadays. She stopped and glanced back at me. "Maybe one day soon, baby," she said softly, "It's been a long time since I enjoyed showering with a man."

"You know I'd join you in a heartbeat, Mum."

"Go and get ready, baby. I'm going to be your hot date again tonight."

She wore that little red dress again that she knew I absolutely adored on her, leaning up to my ear and asking, "Do you think I'm wearing any panties tonight, baby?"

"You're such a tease, Mum."

"I love teasing you, baby. I know it might be too much sometimes..."

"I tease you enough in return."

Dinner was at a restaurant we'd enjoyed plenty of times before we visited a couple of pubs, enjoying a single drink before Mum practically dragged me to another new club that we were trying out for the first time. It was rather busy as expected as Mum bought the first round for us, sipping at our drinks until our glasses were empty and we headed out onto the dancefloor.

Within one song, my hands were cupping her arse and she moaned softly as there was no missing how hard I was. "So hard for me, baby," she whispered, "I'm sorry..."

"I don't mind, Madeline. It's just a reminder to you that I find you so fucking sexy."

Leaning up to kiss me on the cheek, she rested her head against my shoulder as we swayed to the music. Then I felt her hand gently caress the obvious bulge and I shuddered. "My god... It feels big, baby. I mean nice and thick too..."

Taking a chance, I kissed her again and she quickly opened her mouth enough that I could slide my tongue into her mouth. I think it was a case of finally giving in at least a little bit as I felt her arms wrap tightly around me neither of us was ready to break the kiss too quickly. When she moaned softly again, I pulled her even tighter to my body, feeling her almost rubbing herself against my erection. We only broke apart to catch our breath.

Resting her forehead against my chest, I stroked her back as I felt her take a couple of deep breaths. She eventually turned her head to rest against me again, swaying to the music as I felt her sigh. We stayed late into the night, enjoying a couple more drinks, but there wasn't another kiss like that we'd shared. I knew it was Mum holding back again, and even my still somewhat immature mind understood why.

Walking in the front door of our home later, there was no hesitation in following her into her bedroom. Helping her out of her dress as usual, she helped me undress down to my underwear, her hand grazing over the tent in my underwear more than once.

"You're so hard, baby," she whispered, "And it turns me on so much that I know you're so hard because of me."

"I think about you every single time I jerk off, Mum," I confessed, "I barely watch porn anymore because why would I need to when I just close my eyes and think about everything that I want to do with you?"

Standing up, she leaned up to kiss me before she reached behind her back and, before I knew it, her bra was falling down her chest to expose her breasts to me for the first time. I know my jaw dropped as they were a thing of beauty. Despite being closer to forty than thirty-five, there was surprisingly little sag, still sitting high on her chest, but it was her nipples that made my mouth water as I just wanted to suckle on them immediately.

Sitting on the edge of the bed as she always did, I slowly took off her heels, noticing her excitement in how she was breathing, as I slowly rolled off each thigh-high stocking. With her legs bare, I ran my fingers up and down each leg until I just barely grazed the obviously wet fabric of her panties. Just that earned a whimper as I finally took a chance and reached up to put fingers in the band of her panties.

Lifting herself up enough that I could drag them down, I did it ever so slowly as Mum bit her bottom lip, eventually taking them off completely and I held them to my nose without giving it a second thought. I groaned as I inhaled her scent for the first time before I spread her legs enough that I could see her pussy for the first time. There was a trimmed triangle of hair above her otherwise well-groomed slit, and it glistened with her excitement.

"How you look at me, baby," she whispered.

"I love you, Mum... I love you so much."

"Come to bed, baby. Take off your underwear before you do."

Standing up and lowering my underwear, I loved how her eyes lit up and she licked her lips before I slid under the sheets to join her in bed. I wasn't sure how much further she would want to go. I knew we both desired each other, and we'd already crossed more than one line.

"I can't go further, baby," she finally said, gazing into my eyes, "But would you like to masturbate with me?"

"I'd love to, Mum. Can I watch you first?"

"We'll do it together, baby. But yes, I want you to watch me. I think about you all the time when I do it too."

It was the most erotic thing I'd watched in my life, Mum caressing her entire body before she finally focused on pleasing her pussy. I thought she might have used a dildo, and I wouldn't have been offended if she did, but she only used her fingers while I stroked my cock. I didn't last that long, and when it came time for me to cum, she said it was okay to cum on her. I left quite a few streaks of cum on her stomach as she enjoyed her own orgasm within a couple of minutes.

Waking in the morning with her in my arms, she rolled over and blushed immediately. "I wasn't that drunk last night, baby. We needed to do something to relieve the tension between us." When her eyes started to glisten, I pulled her close. "I want to do so much more, baby, but I'm your mother and we shouldn't be doing anything like this. I want to have sex with you..."

"As much as I want to make love to you, Mum," I whispered.

That made her cry even harder, feeling her clutching at my body. "I'm sorry, baby... I know this is difficult for you too. If you want to stop and..."

"No!" I exclaimed, pulling her tighter to me, "Mum... It's more than okay. I love just being naked in bed with you, able to feel your body against mine, your soft skin on my fingers. Honestly, you're so fucking beautiful, I can just spend hours looking at you..."

"You love me so much, baby. Just know I love you equally if not more. You're my only child, the only man in my life that I love."

Getting up for breakfast, I loved seeing her naked body after she opened the curtains, the morning sunlight giving her a glow that made her look even more beautiful. Throwing on a tiny robe, I slid out of bed, Mum's eyes gazing down my body and stopping at my obvious erection. Pressing herself into my body again, she left a kiss on my cheek.

"Put some shorts on before joining me in the kitchen," she said softly.

The rest of the weekend passed by with the pair of us flirting incessantly. I didn't miss the fact Mum wore a skirt that Saturday and a dress on Sunday that flashed me her pussy as she refused to wear panties the entire time. She invited me to her bedroom on Saturday night where we masturbated together again, heading to bed early so we could do it more than once. The third time she did, I simply sat between her legs and watched her use a dildo on herself, but the entire time, she moaned my name until she climaxed ever so strongly, I held her in my arms for a few minutes as she continued to shake and shudder.

With a couple of months off through the holiday period and into the new year while I waited to start university, I turned my part-time job into a full-time gig as I didn't want to be stuck at home bored, plus Mum knew I'd offer to pay rent when I worked full-time. She didn't need any money from me as her salary was fantastic, and the house was paid off, but I could still help with bills.

I'd usually pop in to visit my Dad after work at least once a week, and occasionally on a weekend. I would always find Candice at home in the apartment and only on the odd occasion would my father be present. Candice would enjoy it when I offered to help with dinner, and conversation always flowed easily when we ate at the table before sitting together on the couch. They were still engaged and were discussing marriage plans. She had confronted my father about what happened with my mother. To his credit, he told her the truth, stating it was simply embarrassment as to why he didn't go into detail.

Though Candice believed him, they had attended pre-marital counselling as although Candice wanted to trust him, and she still genuinely loved him, she wanted to be sure about the relationship before allowing him to slide another ring on her finger.

"Mark, I have to admit one thing. I simply love how you come over at least once a week, knowing your father probably won't be here, and yet you'll spend the time with me. I know I'll never be any sort of mother figure to you given that you're closer to nineteen than eighteen now anyway, but when I do marry your father, I do hope that we'll be good friends."

"Absolutely," I assured her, pulling her closer to me, "I enjoy spending time with you. Given that you're not even thirty anyway..."

"That'd doesn't bother you, does it? The fact I'm over twenty years younger than your father."

"That's entirely your decision and I'm not going to judge. If you love my father, and you're happy, that's all that matters."

"And he has a young man as a son that I know I'm going to love too."

"You do?"

"How could I not when your affection for me is obvious?"

Meeting her blue eyes, she wasn't lying. It was hard not to feel love for her as a friend considering how accepting of me that she was from the first time we met. And with all the time we spent in each other's company, it wasn't a real surprise that there was a close relationship. I knew many other young men and women at school had divorced parents and new adults introduced to their lives. It wasn't always smooth sailing.

Mum told me that she would be having friends over on Saturday night. With no other plans as my friends were still not old enough to go to pubs, and with nothing else to really interest me, I suggested that I'd just barricade myself in my bedroom, maybe do a little gaming, while she enjoyed a night with her friends.

But I'll admit to a little curiosity when it came to the gossip, and I definitely want to hear my mother discuss sex if that's what they talked about. Most of her friends were the same age as my mother. Most had children of their own too. My mother was the last to have her marriage end in divorce as the other three had already joined the 'Ex-Wives' club.

Waiting until they'd enjoyed dinner and were gathered in the living room, they were sitting back sharing more than one bottle of wine, plenty of laughter mixed in with all the conversation. I stuck to the shadows as I waited for the conversation to take a turn.

"How are things here, Madeline?" Gemma asked.

"Wonderful, to be honest. Mark is such a wonderful young man. I'm proud to call him my son."

I felt myself smiling as her three friends collectively swooned. "Have you gone any further with him yet?" Emily wondered.

"No further than some mutual masturbation," Mum admitted to my surprise. She discussed what we were doing?

"When will you finally make love?" Rebecca asked, "Trust me on this one, Madeline. When you finally make love, it'll be the best thing ever. I thought my husband loved me. Nothing compared to the love of a son for his mother, and that first time I made love with Daniel, that was it. I knew nothing would ever compare to that."

"I still can't believe you admitted it!" Mum exclaimed.

"You know she's not the only one," Gemma said softly before sipping at her wine, "I did my best not to give into temptation regarding my two sons. I couldn't help being seduced by my oldest. I was lonely and needed to be loved. I'm not bitter it didn't last as he's now happy with his fiancée. But my youngest is ever so sweet that I knew I needed to almost teach him. After we made love a few times, I knew I was teaching him for my own benefit."

Everyone then looked at Emily. "Oh please, you know the present I had for Adam on his eighteenth birthday was my pussy. He loves his mummy."

"I know you three share that with your boys, and I know I love Mark the same... But there's still that voice in the back of my head..."

Rebecca took my mother's hand, squeezing it affectionately. "We all have doubts from time to time, Madeline. What you have to do is ensure that it's your son who takes the lead most of the time. But if it's that obvious what they want and it's simply nerves about making that step then there is nothing wrong with you as his mother to take the lead and finally take him to bed."

"Do you want to have sex with Mark?" Gemma asked bluntly.

Mum nearly started to cry as she nodded her head. "I want to make love more than anything," she nearly sobbed, "My heart hurts so much because I know it's what he wants too. But he's still eighteen and has his life ahead of him. I'm thirty-eight and I know I'm only going to get older..."

"He's your son and he'll love you all his life," Emily assured my mother.

"When does he turn nineteen?"

"April time," Mum replied, sniffing a few times, "His birthday is a month after mine."

Rebecca squeezed her hand again. "The three of us share something wonderful with our boys, Madeline. I wouldn't change a thing. Every night I go to bed with a young man who loves me unconditionally. Emily and Gemma have that same pleasure. There is no greater love than a mother for his son and vice versa. Frankly, there's a reason why they joke about young men replacing their fathers because, let's be honest, our sons will definitely fuck us better than their fathers but, more importantly, love us wholeheartedly, doing everything to make us as happy as they can."

"I'm totally in love with my son," Gemma admitted, "I can't bear the thought of him wanting to end things."

"Adam never will with me because he's devoted to me totally," Emily stated.

"Do you think Mark feels the same way for you?" Rebecca asked.

"Yes," Mum said softly, "He hasn't told me about a single woman he's been interested in since the first date night we had. I think the only woman that could possibly come close would be..." She stopped and laughed to herself. "Well, it would actually be Candice."

"Hang on, is that your ex-husband's new fiancée?" Gemma wondered.

"Yeah. I've never met her, but Mark adores her. She's apparently a real sweetheart. He's shown me a few pictures they've taken of the pair of them. I don't think either of them would actually do anything as they're obviously just close friends... But considering she's only ten years older than him..."

"He's in love with you, Madeline," Emily assured her, "I think you need to take the lead. Take him into your bedroom, get as naked as you've been before, then guide his cock inside you and the moment he cums inside you the first time..."

Rebecca moaned softly. "Mmm. I still remember the first time Daniel slid inside me. Immediately, I knew it was the right thing. Then when he came inside me, albeit a little quickly, that sealed it for us."

"Adam is insatiable and matches my libido perfectly," Emily added, "He's just like your son. Young, constantly horny and willing to satisfy his mother. And he didn't hesitate when I showed him my naked body on his eighteenth. Any plans we had ended as we spent all night in bed. Honestly, every mother should be like this with her son. The one man who will always be devoted to you."

"I remember the first time James went down on me," Gemma practically moaned, "He now loves licking my pussy. Does it every single day."

"Got to teach them young that eating pussy is a must," Rebecca exclaimed, the four women chuckling away, "Though once Daniel learned what got me off, my god, he just owns me completely some evenings. He'll have dinner cooked for me, then he'll take me to the shower and almost make me cry when washing me before he takes me to bed and spends what feels like hours using his fingers and tongue before we finally make love."

"Do you think it happens a lot?" Mum wondered, "Mothers and sons..."

"Of course," Emily replied adamantly, "But because it's illegal, no one talks about it. Take a room of one hundred mothers and sons, and those that aren't fucking probably wonder what it would be like if they did."

"Trust us," Rebecca added, "This is definitely what Mark wants. He obviously wants to be with you, Madeline. We see how he looks at you. He's in love. And you're in love with him."
"I am," Mum said softly with a smile on her face, "I've been in love since I first held him in my arms, but now I'm in love like how a woman desires a man."

"And he will still love you like a mother, but he will now love you like his lover."

The conversation moved on to other topics, still about sex but avoiding the topic of their sons. I returned to my bedroom, shut the door and took a couple of deep breaths. I knew how we felt about each other, but had no idea that Mum was that conflicted but also adamant about wanting to be with me. I had no idea her friends were also involved with their sons. I didn't particularly know them that well, usually meeting when there was a gathering of some sort.

I heard Mum wishing them goodbye later that night and I knew she'd come say goodnight. Stripping naked, I pulled back the sheets, lubed up my cock and started stroking myself, closing my eyes as I heard the light tap at the door.

"Fuck... Yes, Mum," I moaned softly, "Your pussy is so tight and warm..."

I didn't miss the door opening and the slight gasp as Mum definitely watched me masturbating.

"Oh god, Mum," I moaned, "That's it... I love it, Mum. Being inside you like this. Where I belong..."

Feeling Mum sit on the edge of my bed, I opened my eyes and saw her smiling at me before she leaned down to kiss me. "Are you going to cum because of Mummy?" she asked softly.

"Every orgasm I have nowadays is due to you, Mum," I replied.

"Want to come to bed with me tonight, baby? Want to see Mummy masturbate while you stroke your big cock too?"

"I'd love to, Mum."

Getting to my feet, she surprised me by wrapping a soft hand around my cock, glancing back and smiling, as she led me towards her bedroom. As I was already naked, I helped off the silk robe she'd changed into to expose her naked body. That first kiss was something else, the passion and love we felt for each other quite obviously being expressed.

Moving into bed together, neither of us refusing to break the kiss, I felt her hand around my cock again and I knew my mother was taking the advice she'd been given. If she thought I was going to hesitate, I could only think that she'd be pleased that I'd follow her lead to where it took us.

"You're so hard, baby. So big. So thick."

"Am I..."

My unfinished question made her smirk. "You definitely are, baby. I don't think your father was ever this hard for me. My god, you feel like titanium. Does it ever go down?"

"It might after I cum inside you for the first time, Mum."

"You want that, baby? To cum inside my pussy?"

"More than anything, Mum."

"Before you do that, baby, I want to take this slow. Is there any rush into making love?"

"No, Mum."

"You love my body, baby?"

"So much hotter than those girls I was with. You're a woman, Mum."

"Want to suck my nipples, baby? My breasts are always sensitive when I'm aroused."

We kissed again as her hand continued to stroke my cock before I finally moved down, making her moan as I kissed around her neck before moving down to her breasts. The girls I'd been with hadn't been as busty as my mother, and when I finally got my mouth around a nipple, gently flicking and nibbling it, I felt her fingers running over my head as she moaned softly. She was very encouraging as I gave both of her breasts plenty of attention, murmuring that it was possible she could enjoy a small orgasm just from breast play.

I stored that in my mind for later as I kissed down her body. Mum was a woman in her latter thirties. One child. Sedentary job. Ate well. Exercised. No, she didn't have a perfectly toned body. She was a maturing woman with the curves one would expect. And I absolutely loved her body, leaving a trail of soft kisses over her lower body until I reached where she kept the hair trimmed above her pussy. Her scent was already driving me wild, earning a groan as I turned to kiss down each of her thighs, feeling her shudder as I knew that area of her body would be sensitive.

"You're a tease," she murmured, "But I love it."

"Always loved your legs, Mum," I said softly, "Even your feet are cute. And before you ask, no, not a fetish. I just appreciate every part of your body."

Spreading her legs a little wider, I took a moment to just gaze at her pussy and she giggled as I probably looked at it with a sense of wonder. I wasn't stupid, I knew we'd crossed every line in the book so far, but going down on her was the penultimate line. Once I tasted her, I knew I'd want it all the time, and after that, I knew I'd want to make love with her constantly.

"You like the look, baby?" she asked, hearing a touch of nerves in her tone.

"I love your pussy already, Mum. Trust me, I'm going to love doing this all the time."

"Your father... He stopped going it... It's been nearly a decade..."

"What?" I exclaimed, meeting her eyes, "Mum, you haven't had your pussy eaten in ten years?"

"He was very selfish in the end when he did actually show interest."

"Right, that means I'm now making sure we make up for ten years of not having this pussy eaten."

"You're such a good boy."

Running my tongue along her slit earned a loud moan of appreciation, Mum ensured her head was perched on a couple of pillows so she could watch everything I was doing. I fell in love with her taste immediately as I put albeit limited experience I had to use. Mum wasn't a quiet lover and had no problem telling me what she liked, and what she wanted, and I knew when she told me not to stop doing something, I wasn't to stop doing just that!

Feeling her body move as I really started to get to work made me happy as I'm sure every man would prefer to feel their lover moving their body in unison with whatever you were doing. Mum loved pressing down onto my tongue, and though I was aware I could use fingers, I wanted to make her orgasm with just my mouth.

"That's it, baby," she moaned softly, "You're doing such a good job for your mother."

"I want to make you cum... I loved hearing you orgasm, but I want to be the cause..."

"Baby, you've been the reason for me to cum for a long time now..."

I'm not sure it was what I was doing rather than the fact my mother was just incredibly excited and turned on, but the fact she had an orgasm within only a few minutes certainly had both of us smiling, and she learned I knew not to stop as I wanted her to cum over and over again. Wrapping a hand around one thigh, the lust in her eyes as she realised that I wasn't going to stop made her moan even louder, continuing to encourage me, Mum enjoying another orgasm rather quickly.

Then it was time to slide a couple of fingers inside her as I knew every woman had that special spot that really made them cum.

"Oh god, baby!" she cried out once I found it, "Focus on my clit now, baby. I'm going to cry after this one..."

"And I'll hold you, Mum. I just want to make you cum as hard as I know I will..."

She moaned and whimpered as I sensed she was holding it back for as long as she could. Flicking her clit with my tongue, figuring out exactly how she liked it to be touched. When she finally had enough and needed to orgasm, it was an absolute thing of beauty, her entire body seeming to shake, the orgasm no doubt flowing from her core to the tips of her fingers and toes. Her pussy squeezed my fingers incredibly tightly at the same time, so I stopped moving those and just kept licking her clit.

"Oh fuck, baby!" she cried out.

Then she slumped and seemed to almost pass out. Quickly withdrawing my fingers, I lifted myself up as she immediately turned to cuddle into me, and her words about needing to cry came to fruition as she practically sobbed into my chest, murmuring over and over again how much she loved me. I assured her my feelings were exactly the same, that I'd just lived out one of the fantasies I had when it came to being intimate with my mother.

Mum fell asleep in my arms as I lightly caressed her back. I was achingly hard, but I wasn't going to complain. Mum would learn rather quickly that I would do anything for her without wanting anything in return. I was her son, but I knew I was now going to be her lover, her boyfriend, perhaps even her husband at heart. I knew I was young and didn't have her life experience, a relationship based on incest fraught with danger, but I knew what I wanted.

I woke in the morning to see my mother's pretty face gazing at me, her soft fingers caressed my cheek as she left a kiss on my lips. "That was wonderful last night, baby," she said softly, "But I didn't... I mean, were you okay?"

"Mum, I was absolutely fine."

"But you didn't cum."

"Don't care. I made the woman I love cum more than once. I went to sleep smiling as I held you in my arms."

Her face lit up with a smile as she snuggled into me. "Want a blowjob? As your father stopped pleasing me, I returned the favour."

"Did your sex life fall off a cliff or something?"

"Once I realised how selfish he was, I spent more time getting myself off. I still wanted sex... Perhaps that explains why he had the affair, but when I realised that he stopped caring about my pleasure..."

"That's no excuse to cheat, Mum."

"Baby, I want to give you a blowjob. I know you won't be selfish like your father, and to be honest, as happy as you will be to go down on me all the time, the idea of being on my knees for my son, his big cock in my mouth, down my throat, feeling it pulse as you cum..."

"Fantasies too, Mum?"

Snuggling tighter to me, I felt her sigh. "Too many, baby," she whispered as I resumed stroking her back, "But I can't remember feeling this happy."

A few minutes later, I was standing up as Mum was on her knees before me, earning more than one groan as she ran her tongue up and down my shaft, her eyes sparkling behind the lenses of her glasses as I asked her to put them on. She just looked so damned sexy with them on...

Running my fingers through her black hair as I watched my cock disappear into her mouth, I warned her I probably wouldn't last long. I honestly don't think she would have cared if I lasted two or twenty minutes, her eyes alive with desire as her head started to bob up and down faster, and I had to warn her I was ready quickly.

"Cum for Mummy, baby," she said, running her tongue from the base to the tip, "And Mummy will always swallow your cum. Or you can cum on my face. Or my tits. Wherever you want, baby. Mummy will do it for her son."

"Swallow," I moaned softly, "Just this first time, Mum."

"Anything for you, baby."

Grunting as I came, Mum kept her word as I heard her swallowing every spurt of cum that filled her mouth. When she could sense I had nothing left after what felt like a few heavy spurts, she used her tongue to clean up my cock before I sagged back to sit on the edge of the bed, Mum rested her head on my thigh, continuing to gaze up at me.

When my stomach rumbled, she started to giggle, getting to her feet and kissing my cheek before putting on her robe. Sliding into a pair of shorts, aware Mum liked me walking around the house without a shirt, I helped her make breakfast before eating at the table. After we cleared up, we sat on the couch together and I had to turn to her.

"Mum, I need to tell you something..."

The smile was immediate. "You heard the conversation last night. I know, baby."

"You do?"

"Trust me, I can sense your presence. I knew you were listening in. It's why I came to your door last night. I just needed that last little nudge from my friends..."

"They're really all sleeping with their sons?"

"They are." Clearing her throat, she took both of my hands in hers. "I don't think it happens very often. We've been friends for a long time, and we just happen to have a son who shared the love in a similar way. Do I think there are many others like us? It's possible, I guess. Who knows what goes on behind closed doors?"

"I'm guessing you'll tell them when we make love?"

"We do love to gossip, but the four of us confide in each other about our feelings. We know our relationships are unusual."

"And illegal, Mum."

"It is, baby. We're committing incest."

"And it's so hot doing it."

Mum smiled before giggling. "It does feel so naughty being with you, baby. But more importantly, being intimate is just another way of expressing our love. We will always have that bond, as a mother to my son, and as a son to his mother. But now we have another bond as lovers." Squeezing my hands, she continued to smile. "Would you like to move into my bedroom, baby?"

"Really?"

"I don't want to sleep alone anymore, baby. I want my son in my bed, holding me in his arms, particularly after we've made love. I want to make love tonight. It will put such a smile on my face when I get to work in the morning. All the girls in the office will be wondering what has me smiling in such a manner."

"Moving everything or..."

"There's plenty of space for your clothes. Keep your bedroom for other things, but it will be our bedroom from now on, baby."

Moving some of my things didn't take too long, Mum making sure I had enough closet space, while the nightstand was quickly filled with my underwear and socks. I was sitting back on the couch a little later, watching some football, when Mum wandered out of the kitchen completely naked. Muting the television, she happily straddled my lap and kissed me hard.

"I'm horny, baby," she whispered, "Want to join me in the bedroom?"

"And what does Mummy want?"

"She wants her man to pleasure her again. And..." When she paused and blushed, I wondered what she was going to say. "Well, this is going to sound weird considering my age, but I've never actually had a sixty-nine before."

"Really?"

"Your father wasn't my first, not at all. But even when I was your age, so many guys would refuse to go down on a woman yet expect me to suck their dick. Your father would at least go down on me, but never seemed interested in doing it at the same time. Have you done it before?"

"Yeah, I have."

"And is it fun?"

"Great fun, though having my cock sucked can be distracting when trying to eat pussy at the same time."

"I'm sure you'll survive, baby. I just want to try, and if it's a lot of fun, it's something I'd like to do again. I want to try so many things with you, baby." Moving my hands down to her arse made her smile. "I've never done that," she whispered immediately, "Your father never even touched me there. No man has."

"I've not done it either. It's not something we need to do, but if you're willing to try anything..."

"Would you like to try?"

"Later. I want to make love to you first, Mum. I really need to be inside you soon."

"I know, baby. My heart is beating like crazy just thinking about it."

Mum loved having my cock in her mouth once we were on our bed with my face buried between her legs. I loved feeling her moaning around my cock as I devoured her pussy, and when I moved my tongue up, spreading her cheeks and giving her rosebud some attention, she squealed and lifted her head.

"That's so naughty, baby!" she exclaimed happily.

"But do you like it?"

"It feels nice... Definitely do that later. I need to cum again, baby."

"Yes, Mum."

"Such a good boy, looking after your mother like this."

Our first sixty-nine was a complete success as she enjoyed more than one orgasm while I left another large load in her mouth that she happily swallowed again. Spinning around to straddle my lap, feeling her warm pussy resting on my still relatively hard cock, it wouldn't have taken all that much movement for us to finally be joined in the most intimate manner possible.

We both managed to resist again as she slid off me, rolling over and spooning back against me. Wrapping my arms around her, she sighed happily as she shuffled a few times to get comfortable. We eventually fell asleep and enjoyed a nap, waking up early afternoon, and getting dressed as Mum insisted that we head out for the rest of the afternoon.

Staying out long enough that we enjoyed dinner at a nearby RSL, we returned home in the middle of the evening, Mum as happy and as smitten as I'd ever seen her considering she was wearing a new necklace that I'd bought for her. She knew I was working hard and had spent the years I'd been working saving every dollar I could. I now had a good excuse to start spending some of that money.

As Mum would be up early for work, we headed straight to the bedroom, Mum turning to me before pressing her body into mine, ensuring we shared one hell of a kiss as there was no point exchanging words. We knew what was going to happen now.

I'd learned to love undressing my mother, particularly after those date nights when I'd slowly take off each article of clothing. I did the same that night, Mum returning the favour until we were both naked, watching as she slowly lowered herself to her knees.

"I'm going to make you cum first, baby," she explained, "So you last longer during our first time."

I couldn't help but chuckle. "I probably wouldn't last two minutes otherwise."

"That would turn me on, knowing how turned on you were by me. But you know I already love having my son's big cock in my mouth."

I didn't last too long as Mum had been teasing and arousing me all afternoon. She'd never been one for wearing pants or trousers, but I hadn't missed that she always wore short skirts or dresses that highlighted her curves and showed off her legs. But it was the way she would look at me, the way her eyes sparkled behind the lenses of her glasses, the almost knowing smirk that she knew I was turned on like hell by her...

Mum swallowed every drop of cum again before I made her squeal out as I easily picked her up and placed her on the bed.

"I'm going to make you pass out now, Mum," I growled.

I ate her pussy like a starving man enjoying his first meal in a month. My fingers got to work at the same time, caressing her body, reaching up to play with her breasts, moving down and teasing her rosebud caressing her entire body as my mouth and tongue got my mother off again and again. To my own pleasure, she never asked me to stop, her entire body shaking through one orgasm after the other. At one stage, she started to sob and babble almost incoherently, but her fingers held my hair and head in place, the signal for me not to stop just yet.

I only stopped because she did practically pass out after a quite powerful orgasm as I felt her slump and her body only quivered occasionally. Leaving soft kisses up her body, I waited until her eyes fluttered open and a loving smile appeared on her face.

"Your chin is glistening," she said, chuckling to herself, "You really love doing that, don't you?"

"For you, Mum," I replied softly.

She needed time to recover as I rested next to her, Mum turning her head so she could at least kiss me, my fingers running up and down her body. Turning towards me, her hand ended up stroking my cock again. I was hard but I knew she loved playing with me in return.

Rolling onto her back a few minutes later, I went with her as she spread her legs wider as I pressed the head of my cock against her. "This is it, baby," she whispered.

"I love you, Mum," I whispered.

"I love you too, son," she whispered back, "Make love to your mother."

Sliding inside her for the first time was everything I'd hoped it was. I couldn't hold back the groan as I immediately felt her hands on my back, fingers lightly digging into my skin as she couldn't hold back her light moan. Taking my time burying my cock, I could actually feel her pussy slowly accepting my thick cock, and when I was completely buried, I felt her shuffle underneath me.

As I started to slowly move, the sensations flowing up my cock and then throughout my body had me almost shaking from the pleasure. Her pussy seemed to clench around my cock each time I gently thrust into her, almost like it didn't want me to pull out, that her body knew who I was and didn't want me to leave it again.
Watching my mother's face, her eyes never wavered from mine unless she looked down to watch my cock disappear. She'd look back up and smile and moan, feeling her shudder occasionally.

"You're inside me, baby," she whispered, "You're inside your mother."

"Best feeling ever," I admitted, "I can't believe how wonderful it is."

"So big, baby. Such a big cock for Mummy."

"Mummy's cock now."

What made me happiest was that my mother enjoyed an orgasm while we made love. I'd done plenty of reading and knew a lot of women couldn't orgasm in such a manner, but when I felt her pussy grip my cock even tighter, her legs wrap around me and she cried out, I knew she'd cum with my cock inside her. I kept thrusting, hearing her cry out for me to not stop until I came.

It was so exciting that I knew I wasn't going to last too long, warning her that I was going to cum in a couple of minutes. She kissed me softly, leaning up to my ear. "Cum for Mummy, baby," she whispered, "Fill my pussy, baby. Fill up Mummy with all that lovely cum."

Mum got what she wanted within a couple of minutes, pumping her faster and faster as she cried out, begging for me to cum, before I grunted and then moaned even louder as I felt my cock just erupt inside her.

"Yes, baby!" she cried out, "Cum inside Mummy. Good boy. Such a good boy to cum in Mummy like this."

I could barely say a word. Barely had a coherent thought as it felt like my soul left my body as it was an epic orgasm, the best I could remember in my life. Feeling her limbs wrap around me, she whispered for me not to pull out, that she wanted me to stay inside her for as long as possible. To her delight, my cock barely softened, and when I started to gently thrust again, the smile on her face had me smiling back in return.

Switching positions so she could ride me, her hands rested on my chest as she figured out rather quickly how riding me would make it feel even better for her. And when she enjoyed her first orgasm, she slowly stopped to lean down and kiss me.

"I love cumming on my son's big cock," she stated, "So good, baby."

"I love watching my mother enjoying herself."

"Just a few more..."

Once she enjoyed another powerful one that resulted in her almost collapsing onto my chest, I rolled us over so she was on her back again, ankles by my head as I started to really pound her as I wanted to cum again. Soon begging me to just fuck her, I really started to give it to her as her legs moved from my shoulders to around my arms as I fucked her harder and harder.

"That's it, baby," she practically growled, "Fuck your mother. Pound my pussy. It's your pussy, baby. Mummy's pussy is your pussy."

Then I came and practically collapsed on top of her, feeling soft kisses on my cheek as her fingers caressed my back. "Holy shit," I finally murmured.

"Good boy," she whispered after another soft kiss, her legs wrapping around me again, "I promise we'll be making love all the time, baby. I'm always horny, baby, and seeing how hard you always are, it's going to be wonderful..."

Showering with my mother was incredibly romantic as we took our time soaping each other up and then washing each other down before we cuddled under the hot water. We only got out when it started to cool down, enjoying being down on my knees as I helped dry every inch of her skin. Sitting back naked on the bed, I moisturised wherever she wanted it applied before we ended up back on the bed, making out like a pair of horny teenagers... Well, one of us was anyway.

That night cemented our new relationship. The weeks and months of flirting and teasing, of the obvious love we had for each other, was finally consummated in the most perfect way possible. I knew Mum could talk to her friends about it. The problem I had was keeping the relationship a secret. I'd never been happier in my life. I knew I was smiling all the time. Being in love was a feeling that I was still getting used to and I just wanted to stand on a rooftop and tell everyone.

An air of domestic bliss was quickly apparent. We'd made a great team since my father walked out, but with the added air of complete love that existed, we seemed to know what each other was thinking and going to do before doing it. Something as simple as dinner was almost a dance. Most nights were spent together, always ending in bed where we made love, we fucked, we pleasured each other, enjoying more than a couple of orgasms each before she snuggled in my arms.

Date nights continued but were now at least once a week. Mum loved dressing up sexy for me, and I loved having her on my arm when we entered a bar or club. She loved to tease and arouse me, and if she was wearing panties, they always ended up in my pocket as she'd disappear to take them off for me.

While the relationship with my mother continued, I still continued to visit my father. The love I'd once had for him had diminished because of what he'd done to my mother, and though I'd found it in myself to forgive him, there was now that smug part of me that thought he was a fool for letting such a woman go. She was beautiful, intelligent, an absolute dynamo in bed, willing to please, and all she wanted in return was to be loved and cherished like she did to you.

The thing is, I rarely saw my father. Trying to organise an evening with him was nearly impossible, and I ended up spending more and more time with Candice. I was left wondering what their relationship was like as they were engaged but whenever I visited, they were rarely together. One evening a couple of weeks after the sexual relationship with my mother started, I popped around for dinner, calling Candice as I didn't see the point in calling my father.

Walking through their apartment door, Candice greeted me with a soft kiss on the cheek and a cuddle. She knew I loved showing affection in such a manner and seemed to take delight in the fact I'd show her affection in return.

"You seem even happier than normal," Candice stated as we sat on the couch after dinner, nursing a bottle of cider while she sipped at some wine, "Things are going good in your life?"

"Things are great, to be honest."

"Ah... You've met someone?"

"You can say that."

"Is it serious?"

"Very. It's still quite new, but you just know when you're in love, right?"

"Hmmm..."

That had me turning towards her. "Something wrong?" I had to ask.

"Things are fine with your father. I just think it's sad that you spend more time with me than you do with him. I know you're busy yourself, and you have your own life..."

"I don't mind spending time with you. Considering you're organising a wedding... How is that going anyway?"

"Your father wants to marry, but he doesn't particularly want to be involved with organising the wedding. My Maid of Honour and sister are a godsend though. Has he spoken to you about it?"

"Not really. To be honest, we don't really speak all that often."

That made her sigh. "Fine, I'll ask you. Will you be one of his groomsmen? He's not sure about being his best man, given what happened and the fact... You know, with your mother..."

"You mean the fact I've been honest more than once over the years about what he did to her and how it also made me feel at the time..."

"Yeah..." Then she smiled. "I can hear how much you love her. Any mother would be lucky to have a son like you, Mark."

"If I said she was my world..."

"Given you're an only child, and it's only been you two for a few years now, I can certainly understand that. Would you be a groomsman for your father?"

"Sure. I'm guessing one of his friends will be best man?"

"More than likely."

Returning home later, Mum stayed up in bed so we could at least snuggle. Mentioning the conversation I'd had with Candice, her sigh caught me by surprise. "I don't know her, and I'll admit I feel a little sorry for her. They're not even married, and he already sounds disinterested. Why does he want to marry her?"

"She seems to genuinely love him in return though I think the comfortable lifestyle he provides helps."

"Does she want kids?"

"Not really been mentioned. Why?"

"I wanted to give you a sibling, baby. I wanted a little girl. Your father didn't want any more after you."

Turning her around, I had to ask, "Mum, do you want another child?" That made her eyes glisten as I held her tightly. "Be honest, Mum. I can handle it."

"We can't, baby. I'm nearly forty and there's too much risk with having a child the product of incest. I'd love nothing more than to carry a child that was a result of the love between me and my son. But I've done a lot of research because I knew it would be a question to be asked. Yes, I'd love a child, but I just don't want to take the risk."

"That's okay, Mum. You would be the one going through it all."

"Did you want a family, baby?"

"To be honest, I've never given it much thought because I had no idea what my future was. I mean, I knew I wanted you, but I always thought that was just fantasy. I figured I'd eventually meet a girl and the topic of starting a family would eventually come up."

It was weird whenever I talked to my mother about Candice because although they'd never met, she actually admitted that she wanted to meet her one day simply due to how I described her, suggesting that if I liked her as much as I clearly did she must be someone special indeed. Admittedly, I thought introducing my father's fiancée to his ex-wife would be weird, so I didn't suggest the idea to Candice, but Mum didn't mind me talking about her whenever I returned home after visiting her.

What amazed me was how normal the relationship with my mother immediately felt. Yes, she was still my mother and would always command that respect as my parent, but given I was now nineteen and she was close to thirty-nine, I was also an adult and it's fair to say that my mother had stopped treating me as a 'kid' not long after her husband walked out as I assumed some of the responsibilities of the household even at fourteen.

Around three months after our relationship started, Mum told me that her three friends would be coming around the following Saturday night and their sons would be joining them. I still didn't particularly know them well, considering them acquaintances though I had their phone numbers and we did keep in contact with each other, they were not as close as other friends.

"They don't know about our relationship," she informed me, "I'm going to tell my friends on Saturday about everything. From what Rebecca told me, the three other sons are aware of what they are doing. Given you really want to tell someone what we share, maybe this is a way the four of you could also be good friends."

"Or they'll just deny everything, and they'll think I'm a weirdo?"

"If that's the case, Rebecca said the four of us would just join you guys and started sucking each of our sons off so they can't deny it."

"Why not do it this way? We stay in the living room with you and we share a kiss, hold hands, admit we're in love and we're intimate."

That made her smile at me. "You'd do that for me?"

"Mum, I love you. I want to share what we do with everyone, but I know that isn't possible. You have three friends going through the same experience. I think this will bring everyone closer together, to know four couples are sharing something so special, so intimate..."

Taking a deep breath, she eventually nodded after giving it a few seconds of thought. "I'll mention the idea to the girls and see what they say."

Mum thought the best idea was for us to make love all afternoon that Saturday before her friends arrived. By the time we were dressed and ready for them to start arriving, I'd cum inside her three times, and I just knew it would be leaking out of her pussy. The idea was so arousing, Mum knew I was hard and raring to go again.

"Down boy," she stated with a giggle, "But I love how horny I make you."

"I'm like a dog in heat whenever I'm around you, Mum."

"Trust me, baby, I'm aware of that considering I'm left staggering into work occasionally and the girls are wondering why I look like I'm feeling a little tender."

Rebecca was the first to arrive with Daniel, and it was immediately in my eyes that the young man had great difficulty hiding his love and devotion to his mother. I'm sure I looked the same, Mum playing the hostess while I would be playing bartender, Rebecca taking a glass of wine, Daniel a beer. Emily arrived with Adam within a couple of minutes, and he was even worse. Mum suggested I watch the body language and their behaviour, as she knew we were just the same.

Gemma was the last to arrive with James, and once everyone was settled, I didn't miss the fact that each son made no movement to sit alongside another man. Each of us was sat as close as possible to our mothers. It was actually rather amusing but also very sweet in a way, the fact it was obvious the four males loved our mothers so much that we just wanted to be near them.

Conversation flowed easily as the mothers all asked questions of us as we were all around the same age, all of us continuing our studies. After the mothers enjoyed a couple of drinks and the pizzas arrived, the topic turned rather risqué as there was no missing the fact each mother was dressed up to look sexy and I could see the three other males were aroused. The delicate little touches, the soft kisses, the whispered words, no doubt incredibly rude suggestions...

Adam was the youngest of us and clearly struggling to rein in his feelings as he gazed at his mother with such unadulterated love and lust at times, I was left thinking he was just going to undress and have her ride him there and then. Emily wasn't blind and continued to tease him.

"I bet you'd love to see me on my knees right now, baby," Mum whispered into my ear, turning my head to see her emerald green eyes sparkling behind the lenses of her glasses, "And then I bet you'd love to strip me naked and have me ride your big cock."

Leaning towards her ear, I whispered, "You know I own your pussy, mother." I felt her shudder as I left a soft kiss on her cheek, "Though maybe I'd show these other four how a son eats his mother's pussy."

"You two certainly seem a lot closer than usual," Rebecca finally stated.

"Well, you know how close we've become after his father walked out, but ever since he was eighteen, he's really become the man of the house."

"In more ways than one?" Gemma wondered, and it was like a light went on in the minds of three young men as they all turned to look at me. I'm not sure I kept my face blank.

Mum took my hand in hers, interlacing our fingers. "What do you think, baby? Are you the man of the house in every single way now?"

"I don't know, Mum. How do you think Gemma means?"

Gemma stroked her son's thigh and shuffled closer to him. "I mean do you look after your mother, Mark?"

"Do you keep her happy?" Rebecca asked, not missing how her left hand was caressing her chest as she snuggled against him.

"Do you do whatever is necessary to please her as much as she pleases you?" Emily wondered, and Adam was now on the verge of erupting in his trousers from how turned on he was.

"What do you think, Mum?" I asked, turning to look at her again, "Do I keep you happy? Look after you?"

Mum leaned in and kissed me, and it was no ordinary kiss between mother and son. It was an intimate, passionate kiss of two people obviously in love with each other. It took all of thirty seconds for her to be straddling my lap as we basically forgot we had company for a couple of minutes.

"It's about time, Madeline!" Rebecca cheered.

"Mummy," Adam whimpered.

"Kiss Mummy, honey," Emily stated, glancing to see her lift herself up onto his lap, "I'm sorry for teasing. We'll make love when we get home so you can fill Mummy's pussy all night."

The living room was soon filled with the sounds of eight people moaning softly as four couples were making out though it went no further than that. But the wave of arousal was palpable, Mum grinding against the tent in my trousers before she came up for air and slid off my lap. Glancing around at the other three young men, I knew we were all grinning like fools.

"Best thing ever, right?" Daniel asked, leaning across so we could clink our bottles together, "Welcome to the group, Mark."

"I was always called a mummy's boy by my father and nearly everyone at school," Adam stated, "They were right in a way but also more fool them as they don't get to experience what I do every single day."

"How long?" Emily wondered, the question aimed at my mother.

"A couple of months now."

"And you didn't tell us!?" Rebecca exclaimed, feigning anger.

"It's still so new and exciting, and although I trust everyone in this room implicitly, I'm still worried about being found out."

"I'm just glad I have these two," James stated, "As not being able to talk about it with anyone would kill me because I fail to see why this sort of relationship is wrong. My father never loved my mother as much nor like I do. The only people on this planet who would love our mothers as much are our maternal grandfathers."

"Yeah, it is like that," Daniel added, "Mothers are always closer to their sons, and fathers to their daughters. But while I think our relationship could be accepted by some, the other? Not so much. I think it's the power dynamic or something."

"Well, I'm glad I'll have a couple of people to talk to now as I was going nuts," I admitted.

The rest of the night passed with four couples having no problem showing affection in front of everyone else. No, it didn't turn into everyone having sex. It was never going to be that sort of friendship, and I don't think the other three couples wanted to go that far either. It was a wonderful evening though, and I definitely ended the night with three new friends. I didn't want to hear details of their sex life, but it was a relief that I now had three people who would go through the same experiences.

"Just so you know, I've sat here all night with three of his loads inside me," she told Rebecca when she and Daniel were leaving.

Rebecca snorted. "Please, did you not smell his cum on my breath? I blew him on the drive over here and made sure he came just before he parked up." I glanced at Daniel and he managed to blush and look smug at the same time.

Mum laughed out loud. "It's so much fun, isn't it?"

"We're the right age of woman to match their libido, and I'm going to make use of it," she replied, "I walk around our house in a robe, and whenever I take it off, Daniel is hard and ready to go almost immediately. But you know your son will do anything to please you. It's the best thing about being with our sons. That sense that they will spend their lives trying to make us as happy as we make them."

Wrapping an arm around my mother's waist, I smiled at Rebecca when stating, "I intend to make my mother very happy indeed."

Our relationship was our new normal and life continued on. We loved to experiment in the bedroom, my mother actually proving to be a little submissive at times. She wanted to be blindfolded and eventually asked if I'd restrain her. We eventually tried anal sex and I was surprised by how much she enjoyed it, making sure we'd done our research, so it didn't hurt her. And the exhibitionist streak she had, which I savoured, ended with us starting to have sex in somewhat public places. We didn't want to be caught, we just liked being very naughty together.

Fucking in the backseat of her car was a rite of passage. She eventually got her fantasy of me arriving at her office of a lunchtime, closing and locking her office door, and then spending an hour fucking her over her desk, ensuring I filled her up nicely before taking her panties with me when I left. I knew she had a meeting afterwards and would walk into the meeting room smelling of sex and leaking my cum.
The idea so aroused her that she dragged me to the bedroom as soon as she arrived home that night and we completely forgot about dinner.

When we walked around doing the weekly shopping, or we'd head out together for a day, I did wonder how people viewed us. We couldn't hide the fact we were deeply in love. Even how we held hands told anyone who took notice of our relationship. And while we did display affection publicly, we were still careful about being noticed by people who knew us, though in a city of over five million people, we would have been incredibly unlucky.

We agreed that we were committed to each other. We couldn't marry. There'd be no children as Mum was simply too worried about complications either with falling pregnant, the pregnancy itself or issues when the child was born. But there was no problem with us living together as a couple and that's what we agreed to do.

Until everything changed and it was my mother that was the catalyst, showing how wonderful a human being she is at heart.

*****

Three years later...

"You should just invite her around, baby," Mum suggested, "I've met her a couple of times and we are nice to each other. I genuinely like her."

"I think she would find it weird, Mum," I replied, glancing at my watch, "And I know Candice likes the one night a week she gets with me anyway."

"You know, if it was any other woman, I'd be a little jealous."

"But not Candice?"

"She loves you, baby. You've been her shoulder to rely on before she even married your father. I still think that's a mistake, by the way."

"It's been two years, Mum. But... Yeah, the less said, the better..."

"I'll be waiting in bed for when you get home, baby. Mummy will make sure she's nice and wet so that all her son has to do is get naked and slide his big cock inside me."

"I might want to taste my mother first..."

I heard her moan softly as just the idea was enough. "When can you visit my office again, baby? I'd love to just sit back on my desk with your face between my thighs..."

"I'll organise something again soon, Mum. I'm about to clock off here myself and I promised Candice I wouldn't be too late."

"Give her a hug from me, baby. Yes, I know that sounds weird, but you know my thoughts about him anyway."

After exchanging words of love, I disconnected the call and sat back in my chair. My life was going well. My mother and I practically lived as husband and wife now. We had a small circle of friends that shared the same lifestyle. I'd had to distance myself from other friends as it was too difficult lying to their faces, particularly when they would be trying to set me up with girls. I'd graduated from university and had landed in a fantastic job that paid well and with plenty of job opportunities in the future.

Candice and my father had married two years ago. It had been a lovely day. Candice had been stunningly beautiful in her dress. My father looked smart in his suit. It was a civil ceremony. The ring he placed on her finger wasn't cheap. But there were already signs that though they loved each other, something in their relationship was missing. Even the first dance seemed to lack that love and passion... I found myself thinking of when I'd dance with my mother...

My father spent most of the night with his friends. I eventually ended up dancing more than once with Candice and she was ever so thankful for that. They disappeared for their honeymoon a couple of days after their wedding day for two weeks, both returning home with healthy tans and smiles, but while my father looked content, I knew Candice enough by then, particularly having spent so much time in her company with just the two of us, to know something wasn't right. But although I'd long been a shoulder to lean on, an ear to chew off, I also knew I wasn't the one to go asking personal questions.

Mum encouraged my relationship with Candice as she seemed to realise how close we had become. I visited her at least once a week, usually a Wednesday or Thursday, and we started heading out for dinner as my father was more often than not missing in action. Most weekends were still spent in the company of my mother, but on the rare occasion she did plan something, I would often find myself heading over to see Candice if she wasn't doing anything.

It was six months after they married that Mum insisted that I invited her over. To my surprise, Candice accepted the invite without any hesitation, driving over after I finished my studies one afternoon to pick her up. She was a little nervous about meeting my mother, as I talked about her all the time and she knew how close we were, but despite the difference in their ages, it was nice to see the two were immediately friendly. Candice hadn't broken up their marriage, while Mum seemed to genuinely like her in return.

After driving Candice home, earning a soft kiss on the cheek and one hell of a cuddle, Mum was waiting for me when I returned home, lying back naked in bed. We made love as usual, our bodies moulding together as I buried my cock where it belonged, before we snuggled back in bed.

"She's lonely," Mum whispered, "I know that look. It's the same look I faced in the mirror when your father was cheating..."

"You don't think, do you?"

"I hope not, for her sake... But your father has a track record. I wonder if he cheated on girlfriends before I came on the scene. Seems the old 'once a cheater, always a cheater' rings true in some circumstances."

"But they just got married?"

"The age gap, baby. She's arm candy for him at his company events and on an evening out. How many nights is he home with her during the week?" My silence gave her the answer she was seeking. "I hope he isn't, baby. And I mean that because she is a very sweet woman, and I have no doubt she absolutely loves his son too."

"Yeah, I love her too, Mum. I know she's not that much older than me, but it's like having a second mother."

"Or an older sister?"

"Yeah, I guess you can look it at that way too."

But it was this night, three years later, that would be the catalyst for the lives of four people changing. Parking up on the street as I always did, Candice buzzed me up when I rang the bell. What I didn't expect was her to answer the door in an absolute flood of tears, colliding with my chest as she clutched me tightly, her sobs ringing around the empty hallway.

Being the tiny thing she was, I easily picked her up and headed inside, kicking the door shut behind me as I carried her into the living room, sitting us together on the couch, Candice refused to let me go for a few minutes as I held her tightly in return.

"I don't think I even need to ask," I sighed.

Waiting until she calmed down, there was a tissue box nearby, passing her a couple so she could dry her eyes and cheeks. "Sorry," she stated quietly, "Just seeing you standing there, the one man I've relied on for what feels so long... I just needed to be held."

"Candice..." Her blue eyes looked up into mine. She looked different without her glasses, seeing her struggle to focus. Resting on the coffee table, I passed them over so she could slide them on her cute little nose. "There we are. Now..."

"Wait here. It's only one piece of evidence, but it's enough for me right now."

She disappeared into what I assumed was either their bedroom or bathroom, not missing that she was wearing quite a short silk robe that showed off her lovely legs. Sliding back onto the couch next to me, she handed me a small box. I felt my eyebrows raise as it was Viagra.

"Your father started having difficulties getting it up not long after we married. I get it, he's a lot older than I am, and men start having problems. The Viagra isn't the problem." She opened the box. "He got a big box. Sixty-four tablets. He's used forty-one of them. I know he hasn't used a single one with me because we haven't had sex in six months, and he only bought the Viagra five months ago. Before those six months, he could barely get it up and he refuses to do much else for me."

"Shit," I muttered.

"I don't know who he's fucking. I don't care. But he's either cheating on me or using the Viagra to jerk off. And I don't buy the second option."

"I'm sorry, Candice," I said, wrapping my arm around her, feeling her mould into my side.

"I don't know what to do, Mark. We've only been married a couple of years. I don't really have anywhere else to go. My parents live in a retirement village. My brother and sister both have families and can't put me up. I won't ask that of my friends."

"Can you get more evidence? Really put the screws in. In my eyes, this is enough, but one thing I've learned is that my father seems to be an accomplished liar." I sighed as I held her tighter. "I don't know how you're feeling, but it took a long time to forgive my father and learn to love him again after what he did to Mum. I won't forgive him again for hurting someone else I love."

"Thank you for saying you love me," she whispered.

"I'm going to call Mum for advice."

Her advice was simple for the moment. For Candice to get dressed and come to our home for dinner. She accepted immediately, disappearing to get dressed, wipe her face and make herself feel at least a little presentable. Holding her hand as we walked up to our front door, Mum was waiting for us, greeting her with a long hug as Candice had another little sob, Mum giving me the sort of look that suggested she wanted to kill her ex-husband.

After eating, I cleared up as Mum grabbed a bottle of wine from the fridge and led Candice into the living room. I stayed away though listened in as Candice got plenty off her chest, and it was obvious that she was deeply regretting the marriage.

"He hurt me, but he also hurt my son," my mother finally stated, "I never went looking for revenge at the time. I just had to pick up the pieces of my life and get on with it, mostly because I still had my son, and he was such a beacon of strength during those times. He has no idea how much just his hugs got me through some days."

"He really loves you," Candice said softly.

"More than you probably realise. Any man I now meet is compared to my son. No one comes close at all. And your husband? He's a fucking snake. I know exactly how he would have seduced you, got what he wanted, and now that he has you..."

"We were meant to start trying for a baby," Candice exclaimed, bursting into tears again.

I heard my mother sigh, glancing through the doorway to see her holding Candice. When she looked my way, I saw the anger and fury as tears ran down her cheeks. I knew this was bringing a lot of her own memories and emotions to the fore. The pair held each other in silence for a couple of minutes before Candice calmed down.

"That surprises me," Mum explained, "Because after we had Mark, he made it pretty clear that he didn't want children. But he never got the snip or anything saying birth control was my responsibility. I was tempted to fall pregnant again just to spite the prick, but I wasn't going to bring a child into the world in that sort of environment."

"Who did I marry, Madeline?"

"Putting it bluntly, you married a piece of shit in human form." Mum then took both of her hands. "Candice, I want you to do something for me. I'm going to help you. I never wanted revenge, but knowing he's done this again to someone as sweet as you..." Candice couldn't help blushing at the compliment. "Then that shows the sort of man he is. And I want to put the hurt on him for the both of us. We can't destroy his life, but I'd love to knock him down a peg or two at least."

"What are you thinking?"

"Leave it with me for now, sweetie. I've had more than one idea over the years of how I'd like to get back at the bastard for what he did to me, but it has to be done right, and if you want it to hurt, it had to be something that will destroy him in return."

"I just keep asking why, Madeline. What did I do wrong?"

"Absolutely nothing, sweetie. You're a beautiful young woman with obviously so much to offer. I know for a fact my son loves the time he spends in your company because you are so sweet and kind."

"I love it when he visits," Candice whispered, "He shows me more love and affection than my own husband." She sighed and shook her head. "I sometimes wonder if I married the wrong man in the family."

Mum glanced at me standing in the doorway. To my surprise, she smiled as I was honestly a little shocked at what Candice just admitted. I knew we were close, but did she actually fantasise about something else entirely? Had I missed any sort of affection shown that suggested something else? I was so in love with my mother that I would have missed the signs of any woman showing an interest unless she was naked, lying back on a bed, and had written about her pussy that I was to put my cock inside her.

Driving Candice home after they talked for a little longer, comparing stories of their married lives, I walked Candice up to her apartment to find my father had arrived home. Candice proved to be a rather good actress as she greeted him with a kiss and a smile. I found it a little more difficult as, to be honest, I wanted to knock his block off. I now understood the sort of man my father was. Once all this was sorted, I would find it difficult to restore any sort of relationship with him again.

Returning home, Mum snuggled into me once I joined her in bed. "I feel awful, Mum," I confessed, "Not only because of Candice but because I kept in touch with him after what he did to you."

"Never feel guilty for that, baby. What happened was mostly between me and him. I didn't want you to lose your father, no matter what. And in a way, it's good you didn't because now we're both here for Candice."

"I can't believe it, Mum. What sort of man... I'm just glad I'm not like him."

"Not at all, baby. You have a good heart. And I'm glad you're there for her. I can see how much she appreciates you. She loves you, baby."

"I love her too, Mum. How could I not?"

"I don't want you worrying about it for now, baby. Leave it with me. I was willing to let it all go after the divorce as doing anything simply wasn't worth it. No longer. I won't let him get away with it again."

"What are you thinking?"

"I'm not sure just yet. I'll think of something. The bastard deserves to pay for this. The one thing I want you to do is keep visiting Candice. Keep her company. Be there for her."

"I will, Mum."

"Good boy. Now, after all this, I really need my son right now. Can you do that for me, baby?"

"Think I'll say no to you, Mum."

Sliding inside her, I felt her legs wrap around me as we moved together. The gasps and moans she made were music to my ears. The way her pussy clutched my cock with each thrust sent shivers up my spine. We rarely started making love without foreplay, but sometimes, we just needed to be joined together in such a manner. I lasted quite a while, long enough for Mum to enjoy a couple of orgasms, before I finally groaned and came inside her. Feeling her caress my back and a kiss on my cheek, I remained inside her long enough that we resumed making love a little later.

"I love how hard you remain," she moaned as her hands rested on my shoulders, "Always hard for Mummy."

"The day I don't get hard for you, Mum, is the day rigour mortis has ended."

For the next couple of months, Candice played the role of dutiful wife, continuing her own career, while she was busy putting together any evidence she could of his infidelity. In addition to my visits, I knew Mum was speaking to her every so often, and it was nice that the pair were almost becoming friends. Not the nicest way to establish a friendship, but Candice was aware of what loomed on the horizon and the advice my mother offered was heartfelt. She was also a visitor to our home every so often, the pair sharing a bottle or two of wine and usually ending up crying together as I know my mother was exorcising her own demons at the same time.

Arriving home from work on a Tuesday evening, I was greeted at the front door by my mother wearing one of her favourite black silk robes that clung to her curves and showed off her legs. "Evening, baby," she stated, greeting me with one hell of a kiss, "Have a good day?"

"The fact I'm now getting home after you... Yeah, welcome to the world of employment."

"But you're enjoying it?"

"I love it." Running my hands down her back, I had to ask, "What's the occasion? You know I love the robe but love what's underneath even better."

"You're a naughty boy, wanting your mother in such a manner. If you must know, Candice is popping around for dinner tonight."

"Cool. I'll just get changed first. When's she getting here?"

"In a few minutes. She's gone home first."

I'd changed by the time Candice knocked on the door, surprised she had a small bag with her. Larger than a handbag, more like an overnight bag. Greeting her with a kiss, Mum did the same thing, before she asked if she could use the bathroom. Having been a frequent visitor, she knew where everything was. Mum finished serving up dinner as Candice walked out of the bathroom, wearing the same sort of black silk robe my mother had.

"Wow," I whispered as Candice simply smiled before sitting to my right as I was at the head of the table, "I didn't know you had one like that."

"I bought it a few days ago," she replied.

Mum placed a plate in front of me before leaning down to kiss me. And it was no ordinary kiss, the sort we'd only share in private or in front of very close friends, the sort who shared the same sort of relationship. When she pulled away, there was that smile of unconditional love I'd always seen with that added lust and desire since we'd started our intimate relationship. Clearing my throat, I then looked at Candice.

"I understand you and your mother are very close," she stated.

"Um... Yeah..." I replied with caution, Mum sitting down opposite Candice and to my left, glancing between the pair of them. "What's going on?"

"Eat your dinner, baby. I've got to make sure I look after my man," Mum replied.

"Thank you for the invite, Madeline. I've been feeling a little lonely lately."

"You're welcome, sweetie. And I know how much you love spending time with Mark."

"He's the one man putting a smile on my face right now."

I felt myself blush though understood her thoughts. Her parents lived in a retirement village a few hours up the coast. She only had a sister as a sibling, and they were not particularly close. I knew she'd been feeling rather isolated, so while I might not visit constantly, I certainly kept in touch through phone calls and messaging. And I had a feeling my mother and stepmother, always weird thinking of Candice with that title though it was factually correct, I had a feeling they were now rather good friends.

When I started smiling, Mum asked, "What?"

"I'm glad you two are friends."

"Not for the best of reasons considering we've had the same husband who is a philandering piece of shit, but we also share in common a love for a special young man," Candice explained.

Finishing dinner, Mum asked if I'd clean up and she needed to have a chat with Candice. I didn't miss the fact she grabbed a bottle of wine and two glasses, both women leaving a kiss on my cheek as I cleaned up as quickly as possible before grabbing a drink of my own, walking into the living room to find the two most important women in my life sitting side by side, legs curled underneath them, quietly discussing something that halted as soon as I appeared.

"Come sit between us, baby," Mum offered, "I think we need to talk about a few things."

Taking a seat between them, Mum's hand was immediately stroking my chest. Taking a sip of my drink, Mum wasn't shy as her hand moved down my body to my groin, and her touch still got me hard within a matter of a few seconds. Considering the shorts that I was wearing were not baggy, the erection that formed would have been obvious, making me gasp when she didn't hesitate to give it a gentle squeeze.
"Mum... What's going on?" I had to ask, "I'm not stupid, I've got an idea that you two are concocting some sort of plan..."

Mum giggled as she stood up and undid the tie of her robe, exposing her naked body. I couldn't stop the smile that formed. I smiled every single time I saw her naked. It would never not be a thrill. She'd barely put on any weight into her early forties. The one change is that she'd allowed the hair above her pussy to get slightly longer. I loved it.

Helping off my t-shirt, she straddled my lap and moaned softly as she rested on my erection. "Candice knows, baby," she whispered, "I had to tell her because I didn't want secrets between the three of us."

"And you didn't freak out?" I had to ask Candice.

"I thought it was weird at first. Very weird. I mean, how many young men would actually be intimate with their mother?" she asked in return, "But once your mother sat me down a couple of times and explained everything that went on, and how close you've always been... I started to understand and hear how your mother talks about you, and I've heard how you talk about her for years by now..."

Mum kissed me softly before she continued. "I know how much you love me, baby. I know how committed you are to me too. Which is why this request is going to be difficult. But can you be honest with me about one thing? How much do you love Candice?"

Glancing at her had her blushing as I think she already knew. "Mum, I love her more than my father does, I know that much," I replied softly, earning a soft kiss on the cheek from my stepmother, "I hate that he's hurt the two most important women in my life.

"Your father has hurt us both tremendously, baby," Mum added, "I never thought about revenge when he hurt me so badly. I just wanted the marriage over and to move on with my life. But the fact he's now doing it again to a young woman again... Something must be done about it. He can't get away with it again. And that's where you come in."

I felt Candice shuffle closer and another soft kiss on my cheek. "Do you find me attractive?" she asked softly.

"You know I think you're beautiful," I replied, "Never been shy about looking you up and down every single time I visit and I've taken note of the fact you dress up more, a little make-up, more flirting... Those touches a woman places on a man that shows her interest."

Mum slid off my lap and put her fingers in the top of my shorts. Lifting myself up, she pulled them down slowly to expose my cock. Candice gasped as she'd never seen me naked before, Mum's eyes lighting up as they always did as she saw me naked. Once I was as naked as she was, her fingers gently grasped my cock as she slowly started to stroke me.

"Impressive, isn't it, Candice?"

"So much bigger than his father... How does it feel, Madeline?"

"When he slides inside me, I can't help but feel overwhelmed by the love we share." Her eyes gazed up into mine again. "Mark, what you need to do for us is a favour for me and something I know Candice needs, and it will be a way for both of us to get back at your father."

"You want me to be intimate with Candice, Mum. I'm not stupid," I said with humour.

"Can you do that for me, baby?"

"Are you sure it won't affect our relationship, Mum?"

"It won't, because there are details to this. We can never get married, baby. And though I would have loved a child with you, I just couldn't take that risk. With Candice... I can possibly see my son being married to a woman he loves. And if I can't be a mother again, I can at least have the chance at being a grandmother."

That had my eyes widening in surprise as Candice stood up and lowered her robe, exposing her naked body to me for the first time. I think I nearly drooled as her C-cup breasts were perfect, her body lovely and toned, and the fact she was smooth between her legs wasn't a real surprise. Lowering herself to her knees next to my mother, both smiled lovingly up at me.

"I want a baby, Mark," Candice said softly, "But I will not have a baby with your father. I do want a baby with you. Your mother has made an incredible offer to me and for you. Hand on heart, do you want to be a father?"

I glanced at my mother, her smile not wavering. "It's okay, baby. Be honest."

"Yes, I'd love to be a father. I know I'm still a little young..."

"I was twenty when I had you, baby. You're more than old enough to start a family."

"Do you love me enough to marry me after I divorce your father?" Candice asked, not missing the hopeful tone.

That had me glancing at my mother again. "You own my heart, baby. I'm your wife at heart. But it can never be legal. With Candice, I get to see my son marry a beautiful woman that I know he loves nearly as much as his mother. And once you are intimate with Candice and start a family, you will have at least three people in your life you love. Your mother, your wife and your child."

"You want to marry me?" I asked Candice.

"I remember I said that I married the wrong man, that his son is a better man." She took a deep breath. "And I've fallen in love with you over these past few months," she whispered, "I feel awful about it..."

Mum kissed her cheek. "Never feel ashamed for falling in love with my son."

"What do you want me to do?" I had to ask.

"Right now, you're going to make love to both of us, baby." That made my cock lurch which made them giggle. "Candice wants your first time being intimate with me present because this will be our future. Candice is not on birth control so she will hopefully fall pregnant quickly. She will announce her pregnancy, and it will be interesting to see if your father puts together the fact they haven't had sex in months. She will give birth and then have a DNA test to prove he actually isn't the father."

"I've asked at least once a week about a baby," Candice stated, "There is no missing the excitement he feels about having a child. That can't be faked. To take that away from him would be my revenge on him."

"Part of me is also thinking of the future, baby," Mum added, "I'm twenty years older than you. I'm possibly less than a decade from menopause, and I've read how that can affect my body. I want you to have a family. I want you to get married. And I want the three of us to live together in the future as I would love Candice to join us, and for our home to once again be filled with the presence of children."

"You've both given this a lot of thought."

"We've talked about this for months, baby. I didn't want to give you too long to think about this because this is what we both truly want. I've always been in love with you. Candice cannot deny her feelings for you any longer. And I now also consider Candice a very close friend, I can't not share you with her."

"Do you want to be intimate with me, Mark?" Candice asked, barely above a whisper, as I knew she was nervous.

Offering my hand, she lifted herself up onto my lap and we shared our first proper kiss. When she whimpered as I stroked her back, and I felt the warmth of her pussy against my cock, it took all my self-control not to just slide it inside her.

"She's gone months without sex, baby," Mum added, feeling her hand around my cock again, "She needs the works this first time."

"Your mother has waxed lyrical about how you lick her pussy," Candice added as she gazed at me.

"Candice... I've thought about doing it so often when I visited..."

"Baby, let's go to the bedroom as you two need to admit how you feel and make love. Then after you've joined together, she's going to watch mother and son make love too. That will seal the agreement, and soon enough, she will join us permanently with your child."

Led to the bedroom by my mother with her hand around my cock, I felt even harder as the pair of them were up on the bed side by side, their legs spread. Mum didn't hesitate in starting to masturbate as Candice spread her legs as I gazed up and down her body.

"Fuck, you're beautiful," I whispered.

"Your father never looks at me like you do," she replied, "I should never have married him. Or on our wedding day, I should have stopped it and replaced him with you."

Giving her entire body attention was something I'd imagined doing for a long time now. Whether there'd always been attraction between us in both ways was something I probably couldn't answer, but I hadn't been oblivious to how close we'd grown not long after she'd married my father. I could understand her regret as I knew of her misgivings even before getting married. Perhaps she'd hoped things would get better.

"Don't feel guilty about this," Mum told both of us, "Everything that is going to happen, your father deserves. People will judge. Let them."

After showering her breasts with attention, Candice moaned softly as she seemed to enjoy it quite a lot, I had to kiss down her body and finally taste her for the first time. She spread her legs wider as I savoured the scent of her pussy before tasting her. I groaned with delight as she released a whimper. What I didn't expect to see as I looked up was my mother leaving a soft kiss on her lips.

"Enjoy my son, sweetie," Mum said softly, "I want you two to be as happy together as I am with him."

"Thank you, Madeline."

"You're welcome, sweetie. But I'm going to thank you when I'm at the hospital when you give my son his first child and me my first grandchild." Candice moaned loudly, hearing Mum chuckle as the body of my stepmother started to grind against my tongue. "Good, isn't he?" Mum asked with humour.

"Brian barely ever licked my pussy..." Candice groaned, "And when he did, it was never this good."

"Eat her pussy," Mum told me, "Make her cum. Make your stepmother cum."

"So naughty when calling me that when he's licking me," Candice giggled.

"Wait until you see us being intimate," Mum replied.

"I can't wait. I know it's going to be beautiful."

Candice couldn't stop herself from sobbing when the first orgasm tore through her body, Mum cuddling closer, holding her in her arms as both of them told me not to stop. "I love your son," she cried softly, "I love him so much, Madeline."

Mum kissed her forehead, being rather motherly in a way, as she watched her son and I think one of her new best friends be intimate. Relying solely on my tongue to pleasure Candice, I used my right hand to feel up my mother, making her moan softly as she was dropping wet, and when I slid a pair of fingers inside her, she couldn't help moaning.

"Baby..."

Candice enjoyed another orgasm before she asked me to stop as she wanted to make love. Kissing up her body, I leaned over to kiss my mother at the same time, both women gazing up at me with so much love that I couldn't stop myself from smiling. "Yes, it's a fantasy, but I love you both so much," I stated.

"Prove it by making love to Candice, baby."

Sliding inside her for the first time, I groaned loudly as she felt so tight, that it was almost unbelievable. I felt her fingers dig into my back almost immediately, her legs bent back and resting against my torso as we shared an incredible kiss. Once I was buried inside her, she couldn't hold back another whimper as I started to move and she wasn't shy in meeting my thrusts.

"How does he feel?" Mum asked.

"So good, Madeline," Candice replied, her eyes only for me, "My god, I'm going to love this going forward."

"I'm almost ready to tell you to leave him now and move in."

"Not yet. I want to be pregnant and have him think it's his." That earned me a kiss as she grabbed the back of my head. "Fuck me, handsome. Put a baby in me. Our baby."

"Do it, baby," Mum practically cheered on, "Fill her pussy. Fill her womb. Create the life the three of us want. I want her to be a mummy. I want you to be a daddy."

Moving in unison, I was amazed at how making love with Candice felt completely natural. We moulded together perfectly, and having my mother there simply increased the feeling that this was how things should be. As for Candice, from the look in her eyes, there was absolutely no regret, only her love for me, and when I felt her legs wrap around my hips, I knew what she wanted me to do.

Having not had sex in months, I didn't want to hurt her, not that I thought I would, but as I felt my orgasm approaching, I really started to pump her harder and harder. All she did was urge me on to really fuck her, my mother doing the same thing, until I buried my cock and felt spurt after spurt of cum fill my stepmother. With my head next to hers on the pillow, feeling her fingers caress my back, I wasn't surprised when I heard her start to cry.

"I love you," she whispered, "I love you, Mark."

"I love you too, Candice."

"And I love you both," Mum added, "I love you, Candice, because you're going to be my daughter-in-law and the mother to my grandchildren."

"Would you ever... You know..."

That had me lift my head up as I knew what Candice was insinuating. My mother was blushing slightly though shook her head. "If there was any woman that I wanted to do that with... I experimented like a lot of young women do when I was younger, but I'll have to decline, sweetie. From this moment, we both belong to my son."

"I definitely want to see you two make love now."

Mum had me lie back and I was surprised she took my cock in her mouth considering it had just been inside Candice. Mum spun her lower body around so I could pleasure her at the same time, and she was so wet, that watching us make love must have been even more arousing than perhaps even she thought. Enjoying an orgasm within barely a couple of minutes, Mum quickly spun around and sank herself down on my cock, smiling together as she slowly started to rock her body.

"Oh god, baby. Such a big cock for Mummy to enjoy," she moaned softly, leaning down to kiss me, "You like Mummy's pussy?"

"Always love my mother's pussy. You like your son's cock?"

"Best in the world, baby. All Mummys should be enjoying their sons like this."

Mum fell silent as she enjoyed herself like she did nearly every night. Our love life had not diminished at all since it started. We made love nearly every single night, but more importantly, we kept the romance going. It was never just going to be a sexual relationship, but we had truly lived as husband and wife for years by now. Mum loved making out while we made love, resting her forehead against mine as I bent my legs as I felt my cock slide all the way inside her each time she lowered herself.

"This is so beautiful," Candice whispered, "I understand now, Madeline."

Mum sometimes couldn't contain her emotions when we made love. She'd never been shy in showing me exactly what she was feeling. And hearing that from Candice had tears rolling down her cheeks. "I'll invite my friends over soon, sweetie. You need to meet them too."

Enjoying another orgasm, Mum was never satisfied with just one when my cock was inside her. What surprised me was when she slid off me and positioned herself over Candice. I knew what she wanted, getting behind her as I slid my cock nice and deep again, Mum groaning as I started to pump her immediately.

"You are a beautiful young woman, Candice..."

"I've experimented with women too," she admitted.

Mum chuckled as I'll admit the idea of the two getting intimate was arousing. "I think he loves the idea of us two perhaps fooling around." Mum glanced back and smiled. "Fuck me, baby. Fuck Mummy nice and hard. I need to feel you cum deep inside me."

Leaning forward and almost mounting her, I really started to drive my cock harder into her, earning more than one groan of satisfaction. She eventually leaned her head down to rest next to Candice, the pair eventually turning their heads and sharing another soft kiss. "I'm going to give your son babies, Madeline," Candice whispered, "I would love to be part of your family."

"You'll wear his ring as his wife."

"And you'll wear his ring because his heart also belongs to you."

Groaning as I came inside my mother, I pulled out and she relaxed on her side next to Candice, making me chuckle as I slid back inside her. "Can't get enough of my pussy, handsome?" she asked.

"I'm going to last longer now than I just came inside my mother..."

Candice shuddered underneath me. "Fuck, that shouldn't sound so hot..."

Smirking, I leaned down closer to her ear. "What? You love the thought that I just came really hard inside Mummy..."

That made her whimper, glancing at Mum who had a smile on her face. "I think Candice found it more of a turn-on than she thought," she added.

Candice wrapped her legs around my hips again. "I want to be part of your lives," she moaned softly, "I can't wait until I can live with you both."

"Me too, sweetie," Mum stated, "I want us to be happy together. I promise you two and also myself that we will make this work."

Falling asleep later with my mother to one side and stepmother to the other, I knew my life had changed that night. The relationship with my mother would always be the constant, but with Candice and I now confessing our love for each other, and sealing that love by being intimate, I knew that as soon as she divorced my father, I would propose, and we'd marry as I was hopeful that she would either be pregnant with our child or already given birth.

I felt no guilt about doing this to him. I'd never felt the same sort of love for him after what he admitted to doing to my mother, and though I had found it in my heart to forgive him, I'd never forgotten. But the fact Candice had further evidence that he was now doing the same to her, I had no problem taking his wife from him. I knew many would consider me no better than him considering I was now being intimate with his wife, but looking back, I should have prevented the marriage from ever happening. Candice had expressed doubts and reservations numerous times. I'd simply considered myself too young to be giving that sort of advice.

Waking up the next morning, I was greeted by the sight of a woman to either side of me running their tongues and mouths up and down my shaft before they took turns pleasuring me. When I was ready to cum, Mum made sure it was Candice who received my cum, but what made my cock lurch was the fact the pair shared one hell of a kiss and it was obvious they were sharing it.

"Want to pleasure us at once, baby?" Mum wondered. The snort I released made them both laugh as they knew it was an ultimate fantasy for a lot of men. "Candice, you get on his cock. We need to have him cum in you all the time, particularly when you're fertile so you're with child as quickly as possible. I'm going to enjoy his tongue."

Groaning as I felt the tight warmth of Candice's pussy once again, Mum happily lowered her pussy onto my face, wrapping a hand around each thigh, as I devoured her as I always did. Candice thoroughly enjoyed herself at the same time, her pussy gripping me ever so tightly as I knew she was ever so aroused. As for Mum, I made her cum rather quickly, and left thinking she'd woken up hornier than usual. Mum enjoyed a couple of orgasms before sliding off my face, lying next to us as Candice leaned forward to kiss me as I started to move with her body, pumping up into her.

"Fill my pussy," she whimpered, "I want our baby, honey."

"I can't wait to have a child with you, Candice. If I can't have one with my mother..."

"I should have been with you. We could have been together, married, had a baby already..."

"Better late than never, sweetheart," Mum stated, "And now that my son is a little older, a little more mature, I'm confident he can handle this arrangement too."

After filling Candice again, Mum surprised me by happily cleaning me up before announcing we should probably shower and get ready for the day. Showering with the pair of them had my cock remaining hard as both took great delight in washing me, particularly my cock. When I returned the favour, Candice and I lovingly washed my mother, but when it came to Mum and I washing Candice, I didn't miss my mother gently stroking her pussy when cleaning her. Candice gasped as I knew my mother was thinking about something.
"Mum, if you want to, I'll never be jealous..."

"It's difficult, baby. I want you to be with her... But there's part of me that is attracted. It's something we've talked about in passing, enjoying another woman, but I thought it would only ever be fantasy... Now that Candice is here..."

"I'll only do it with your son present, Madeline."

"Agreed," Mum stated immediately, "We will be a true threesome. Mother, son and stepmother, soon to be his wife." Candice burst into tears, Mum turning her to ensure I hugged her. "Those are happy tears, baby," Mum assured me, "She wants to be your wife so badly."

"You do?" I asked.

"I love you so much," she admitted, "I have no love for your father any longer."

Arriving home from work that night, I hadn't gone to visit Candice as she was having dinner with us again. And Mum must have been thinking about it all day as I sat at the dinner table with Mum and Candice to either side of me.

"She's leaving your father as soon as she's pregnant," Mum told me, "She's moving in with us. She's going to suggest he's the father, gauge his reaction, then confront him with all the evidence and move out. She's going to start moving out her things over the next few weeks until confirming she's pregnant."

"When's your most fertile period?" I had to ask.

"Next week," she replied, "Your mother has ensured I will be here each day so we can have as much sex as possible. I really want our baby."

"Part of me can't believe we're doing this," I said softly.

Mum took my hand. "It's understandable to be nervous considering this isn't particularly ordinary, but it will work, baby. I promise you."

"When I know I'm ready, we'll make love every morning and evening," Candice explained, "The more sex we have, the better chance I have of falling pregnant. Just fill me with as much of your cum as possible."

"And Dad has no idea any of this is going on?" I asked.

Candice snorted with derision. "Please, he has no fucking idea what's going on as he's too busy with his affair partners."

Partners. Plural. Candice had ensured she had all her ducks in a row. Dad was busy fucking a few women from his office with promises of raises and promotions. She'd done some digging and dear old Daddy had been purchasing Viagra by the truckload. She was of the opinion that he almost wanted to be caught. I was left wondering why he even bothered marrying Candice. He'd shown next to no interest in her for months, if not over a year. I was left wondering if he'd realised that they'd gone so long without having sex. If he was smart, he'd easily figure out she was having fun of her own.

I looked forward to seeing his face when he realised that it was his own son who had knocked up his wife. And given what he'd done to my mother and now to my stepmother, I would feel not an ounce of guilt. I had no love for the man any longer and would not be sad to see our relationship over. He'd barely been a father for years anyway.

Candice practically moved in the very next week, and I had two women doing their best to wear me out. I'd wake up and I'd make love to Candice before pleasuring my mother. Mum never got out of bed before enjoying at least one orgasm. We'd showered and got ready for the day, enjoying breakfast before heading out the door. My phone would beep constantly with messages and selfies from them. Arriving home, I'd be greeted by two beautiful, smiling women, the three of us completing the daily chores quickly, and eating dinner together before relaxing for the evening.

Mum practically ordered me to cum inside Candice at least twice each night. But she wasn't ignored as I'd pleasure them both with my mouth first before making love to Candice. I was grateful for still being young, horny and constantly hard as I always had enough energy left to ensure I made love to my mother before the three of us snuggled together.

"I wonder if he even realises that you're not there," I had to ask at the end of that week together.

"The fact he's barely called or messaged tells me he's not even making it home."

"How long's that been happening?"

"More frequent over the past few months, but you know he's always away for conferences and business meetings. It's obvious he's taking off to go fuck one of his mistresses."

I don't think me or my mother liked the idea of Candice going home to the empty apartment, but she insisted that it was best to keep up appearances until she was pregnant. I knew even Mum was missing her presence occasionally when we'd make love in bed. We were making love one evening a few days later, having just cum inside her and my cock remaining buried as always, sharing a number of soft kisses when she sighed.

"I wish Candice was here with us, baby... Do you miss her?"

"Yeah, I do."

"So do I. I love having her here. I love watching you make love. She's so in love with you, baby. I can't wait until she's pregnant with your child."

"That idea really arouses you, doesn't it?"

"God yes. I know you're going to have more than one child. A virile young man like yourself, and she's told me that she'd gone to the doctor to make sure everything is okay. You're definitely going to impregnate her, baby." I started moving as she chuckled. "Does that idea turn you on, baby? Knocking up your stepmother?"

"I'd love to knock you up too, Mum," I growled.

"I know, baby. I would have loved a baby with my son. But you're going to give me such a precious gift by giving me a grandchild. And my son will always be in my bed regardless..."

"And Candice?"

"Baby, as soon as she moves in, you have two wives. Candice will be your legal wife, and I will be your mother-wife."

"I'll buy you both a ring. The day I propose to Candice is the day I do the same for you."

That made her eyes glisten as we shared a passionate kiss. "Candice promised me that I'd be her Maid of Honour," she whispered, "I'll be by her side when you exchange vows. I'll be mouthing them at the same time."

The next time Candice visited for a week as we continued trying for a child, Mum had already had enough by then and asked Candice if she was ready to move in pretty much permanently. That led to lots of crying from the pair of them, Candice hugging my mother tightly, thanking her profusely for loving her so much in return.

Helping Candice pack up most of her things, we left just enough at the apartment to suggest she hadn't just walked out on my father. I wouldn't have cared either way, it would make starting the divorce process easier as we started changing all her documentation to stating her residence was with us.

And then I needed to have some fun of my own. Calling my father one evening, he seemed genuinely pleased to hear from me. Before all this started, I might have felt some guilt. Now I could only sit feeling rather smug as Candice and Mum snuggled into either side of me. I asked if he would be willing to meet for a drink on the weekend. He accepted the offer, suggesting a pub that was close to his apartment.

Sitting down with him at a table on Saturday, I couldn't help wondering what the women he was sleeping with did see in him. He was starting to show his age. Thinning hair. A definite gut on him after he'd once been so fit. He was looking rather pale and, putting it bluntly, older than he was. And given that I had two women admitting that he wasn't endowed, had trouble getting it up, and was a selfish lover, it must only be other things he could offer that led to women sleeping with him.

"So how are things at home?" I finally asked after we made the usual small talk.

"Oh, you know how it is. I know I'm busy, but Candice tells me she keeps herself busy."

"She told me you're trying for a family?"

The man tried and failed not to look smug. "There's life in these old bones. I know I'm a little old to be having a baby, but it's what Candice wants."

"She tells me you are quite busy."

"I know she's home alone quite a bit, but she knew that when marrying me. I've been promoted again, and she enjoys the benefits of my salary. She could stop working if she wanted, but I know she enjoys her job. When she has our child, I'm hoping she'll be a stay-at-home mother."

Ah, so that was his plan. Have his child, keep her isolated, and control the finances. He'd hold the power. I managed to keep my face blank as I felt nothing but a wave of disgust at the man that I called my father. Part of me felt like suggesting I knew he was playing away from home, but I honestly didn't feel like wasting my breath. Instead, I felt my own wave of smugness as a simple phrase floated through my mind.

I'd made my father a cuckold. And he completely deserved it.

Arriving home later that afternoon, I explained the conversation to Candice and what I thought was his idea for her once she had their child. The idea pissed her off enough that I was dragged to the bedroom, stripped naked and laid back as she mounted me and fucked herself silly on my cock.

"I can't wait to throw a DNA test in his face to show he's not the father," she growled, slamming her pussy down over and over again, "His own son has knocked up his wife. Then you're going to marry his wife."

Candice rarely returned to the apartment after that, only doing so on a weekend or when she knew he'd be coming home. She let me know that my father made no attempt to sleep with her, and she would have turned him down. My father seemed to have enough sex on the side that he was confused about sleeping with his wife as he messaged her every so often, wondering if she had any news.

Four months after we started trying, I returned home from work to a tight hug from my mother as she cried. I immediately thought it was bad news as she sobbed against my chest, holding her tightly and unable to find words. She finally leaned back and left one hell of a kiss on my lips before leading me into the living room where I found Candice waiting for me. She was crying too as she ran towards me, sharing a passionate kiss with her before she handed me something.

I wasn't stupid as I knew exactly what it was within a couple of seconds. "You're going to be a daddy," she whispered, "I took a test a few days ago and immediately went to the doctor. She confirmed it. I'm around nine weeks along."

"When will you tell Dad?"

"In a few weeks. I'll send him a few messages about the great nights we've had. His head is in the clouds when it comes to us. He has no idea we haven't had sex in a year. I think he's having so much sex with his mistresses he literally gets us all confused."

"I can't believe he has more than a couple of women who want to fuck him..."

"I don't know what I ever... No, I know it wasn't the physical, or at least it isn't now. He's really let himself go since we got married. At the time, he charmed my pants off and, I'll admit, turned my head by what he could offer me."

The three of us celebrated the wonderful news by heading to bed early that night, Candice wanting to watch my mother and I make love most of the time, making us laugh as she suggested that she was already knocked up and that her pussy could do with a break considering we'd been fucking like rabbits for months by now. Making love with my mother in front of Candice always involved her in some way nowadays, whether I'd kiss her, Mum would kiss her, or Candice would run her fingers over her body.

We still hadn't had the sort of threesome where they pleasured each other, but they had no problem kissing each other, and I knew they'd give into temptation eventually. The moment they did would completely seal the arrangement. I figured it would have to be Candice to give my mother that little push.

Candice did return to the apartment though only when my father called when arriving home, asking where she was. She didn't have sex with him though did have to share the same bed. Asking how she got away without having sex but making him think they did, she told me that she'd wake up in the morning and claim her pussy was sore after he woke up and fucked her in the night. She went so far as to make it look like she had been well fucked though that was after using her dildo and applying stuff that looked like cum to her pussy and thighs.

My father bought it, hook, line and sinker. And from what she'd told me, it was something she'd been doing for months.

She also met Mum's friends and they accepted her immediately. I loved sitting in and listening to the discussions as I know I couldn't help looking smug, and the adoration the other three sons gazed at their mothers with, I knew all four of us were living the dream. The four of us had started meeting up, and although we didn't talk in depth about our sex lives, we couldn't help talking about certain things as it was obvious how much the four of us were in love.

"Lucky bastard you've got your stepmother too," Daniel joked, "I have a stepmother. She's a fifty-year-old woman, fifty kilos overweight and a face only my father could love."

"My stepmother is so devoted to my father, I don't think she knows I exist," Adam added, "Not that I'd do anything with her anyway."

"Adam, I didn't think you realise other women exist," Daniel retorted.

"In my eyes, they don't. I mean, I know your mothers are women, but why would I even look elsewhere when I have Mum?"

All eyes glanced at James. "My mother would kill me if I would suggest anything with my stepmother," he stated, "And if I suggested another woman, she'd probably cut my balls off then fuck the other woman while I couldn't touch her. Teach me some sort of lesson."

"That mother knows best," I stated, "Trust me, I know I'm a very lucky man, and it was my mother who suggested this arrangement. She wants to see me get married. She wants to ensure I can be a father."

"I know your mother was worried, but Mum is suggesting we start trying," Daniel stated, that smile on his face that suggested he loved the idea, "We've done a lot of research. Probably seen the same things your mother did, Mark. But Mum is willing to take the risk."

"Hope it goes well, mate."

"I'm not sure I could handle being a father," Adam admitted, "Mum and I are happy together. That's the most important thing."

"And your father? Does he have a clue?" Daniel wondered.

"The man is clueless. Candice is playing a great deceptive game. She's going to tell him soon about the pregnancy, make sure he can't line up the dates. She's going to wait until she's six months in before giving him both barrels. The news that she knows all about his affairs. My father will think he's going to be on the hook for eighteen years of child support. We'll have a paternity test done at the hospital which will show I'm the father."

"Damn, you hate your father now?" James asked.

"I don't hate him, I just feel no love for him any longer. What he's done to those two women... I thought after what happened with Mum that he would have changed. He's only gotten worse."

I received a tearful phone call the day Candice told my father she was leaving him. I was waiting nearby, not that I thought my father would get violent, but I'd promised to help her 'move out'. My father would surely notice she was barely taking anything. Walking into their apartment, my father actually looked crestfallen, taking notice of my arrival but barely saying a word as I helped carry a few things down to my ute.

"You're a bastard, Brian, and you'll get yours soon enough," Candice warned. I almost smirked as he had no real idea what she meant. We lived in a no-fault country. Taking revenge during a divorce just didn't happen.

I escorted Candice out of the apartment without a word, taking her hand once we were outside, and we shared one hell of a passionate kiss once we were in my ute, my hand resting on her swelling belly. "Your daughter is ever so eager to meet you," she whispered.

Yes, we were having a little girl. When we found out, I happily admitted to ugly crying as the idea of having a daughter thrilled me. Mum was the same when we walked out of the examination room and told her, thrilled by the idea of being able to dote on a granddaughter. She'd admitted more than once that she'd have loved to give me a sister as a sibling.

With Candice now with us permanently, my father not really showing any interest as to where she was moving to, I now had two very horny women to deal with. Mum's libido was off the scale by now, while Candice went through bouts of not wanting me to touch her, and in the next moment she'd be sucking my cock like it was going out of fashion before needing me to spend hours just pounding her into the mattress.

But she was absolutely radiant at the same time. There are just some women who are radiant when pregnant and Candice was one of them. What helped is that my mother had been through it all before, and the pair made a real team when it came to preparing for the arrival of our daughter.

I cut contact with my father once Candice was living with us full-time. He probably didn't realise, and Candice ensured he was blocked from communicating with her directly, instructing him that any and all communication was to go through her lawyer. The same lawyer my mother used during their divorce. They were not always necessary in a divorce, but given the bombshell we were going to drop, she thought it best to protect herself.

Candice was in hospital just before her due date as we wanted to make sure everything was okay. My father was there, still believing he was the father. What amused me was that before she went into labour, she called in a nurse and indicated that she wanted a DNA test completed after giving birth. That was the first time my father had an inkling something was awry.

What had my father really confused was the fact my mother was at the hospital. Me being there wasn't a problem as he knew how close I was with Candice. He would soon realise how close but seeing my mother had him figuratively scratching his head. When Candice requested that it was my mother to be in the delivery room with her, my father had more than one question for me. I just shrugged and suggested they'd become friendly.

Once the baby was born, my father was escorted to a room to take a sample for a DNA test. While he was away, another nurse approached with a smile on her face. "Come this way, Daddy," she said softly, "Candice explained everything. We see all sorts of strange things here. I'll just need a couple of things and we can get this all sorted out rather quickly."

"How long will it take for the results to come back?"

"For something like this? We make sure it's completed within two days. We'll hold off having the father's name placed on the birth certificate until paternity is established."

"And you know I'm the father because...?"

"Candice has been very honest about the situation. Can't say I completely agree with how you've gone about this, but if she isn't lying about what he's been doing..."

"My father is a cheating bastard. He did the same thing to my mother."

"Well, knowing his daughter isn't actually his is a way to bring a man down." She paused and looked at me. "Your own father?"

"I can forgive it once. Mum's never forgiven him. I won't forgive him again for hurting another woman I love."

To my surprise, my father visited the hospital each day, arriving when my mother and I were there during visiting hours. I'll admit Candice was probably a little bit cruel when allowing him to hold her, but to say her heart was filled with hate when it came to the man isn't underselling it. My mother hated him just as much as she was seeing another woman going through what she'd endured.

The hospital called me at work to notify me when the paternity results were returned. Heading there after work, we were gathered together with Candice as she was still recovering from giving birth, my mother and I to one side, and my father sat down in a chair to the other. He suddenly looked a lot older as he knew something was off.
The doctor cleared her throat before announcing the paternity of little Charlotte Louise Marsh. My father was not the father. The doctor then looked at me and tried her best not to smile when announcing I was the father of our daughter.

My father gazed at me, jaw dropped and looking absolutely crestfallen. He somehow managed to lift himself up out of his chair, turning his eyes to Candice. "My son?" he whispered, "You've been sleeping with my son?"

"I should have never married you, Brian. I married the wrong Marsh man. When our divorce is complete, I will be marrying the father of my daughter."

"But you... You..."

"You've cheated on me nearly our entire relationship. Want me to name every single woman I know you've been fucking?"

The doctor cleared her throat, handed me the test results, and told Candice she would be back later with the paperwork so I could sign the birth certificate. As soon as she left, Candice unloaded on my father. To say he suddenly seemed very small and old... Without a word of retort, he turned and staggered out of the room. I didn't see him again until the day in court when the divorce was finalised.

"Now it's time, honey," Candice stated. I'd refrained from holding her until my fatherhood was confirmed. Taking her in my arms for the first time, my mother had her camera out as I couldn't hold back the tears. She was so beautiful. I fell in love immediately. I now had three women in my life that I loved with all my heart. "That's your daughter, honey," Candice added softly, "And I promise you that she won't be our only child together."

"She definitely needs a little brother or sister."

"Once I'm capable, we'll start trying straight away. But remember you can't forget your mother too. She'll definitely be taking up my part while I'm busy recovering from giving birth."

"I'm sure I can handle it, sweetheart," Mum assured us both.

Taking her home did lead to changes in our lives. Of course it did. But I threw myself into it with gusto. Nighttime feeds? Did it. Changing nappies? Did it. Getting up just to cuddle her as she cried? I loved every moment. Just keeping my precious little gift alive and breathing? I loved just watching her blue eyes gazing up at me, wondering who the big ugly man was.

Candice was a natural mother, that maternal instinct so many women seemed to have. My mother loved having another baby in the house, and she loved being the doting grandmother. She insisted that I start taking Candice out for dates once she had recovered as she wanted time to bond with her granddaughter once the time was right.

We were all there at the time she took her first steps. We were all there as we heard her first word. She added such joy to our lives that Candice and I didn't hesitate to try for another child as soon as we thought it was a good idea. Mum was supportive and wanted us to have at least two or three more. And she was there every single time Candice and I made love.

The divorce went through easily. I was there by her side as the magistrate made the divorce official. Candice was already wearing my engagement ring on the day. So was my mother. Gathering outside, my father approached us cautiously. Holding Candice by the hand, Mum holding her other one, my father only had eyes for me.

"Why?" he finally asked.

"I should never have forgiven you for what you did to Mum, Brian." The fact I used his name instead of 'Dad' was on purpose. "It was Mum who insisted I have a relationship with you. I would have gladly washed my hands after you broke her heart. But what you did to Candice was worse. Were you ever faithful to her?"

"It was all my idea," Mum added, much to the surprise of my father, "You're a bastard, Brian Marsh. You broke my heart, ruined our marriage, and then you turned your sights on Candice and tried doing the same to her. I loved the idea of our own son making you his unknowing cuckold. Thing is, he's now got what you wanted. The beautiful fiancée who will soon be his wife. A beautiful daughter and hopefully another child on the way soon enough. There'll be a wedding in a couple of months. I'll watch my son married to his love, and we'll become a family."

"You might have kept the material things today, Brian," I added, "But you've lost what's really important. Outsmarted by your ex-wives and own son."

Turning away, we walked out of the courthouse without looking back. That was the last time I saw my father alive.

*****

Epilogue (Candice)

Gazing at my husband as he's surrounded by our three beautiful daughters, I can see how in love they are with him. I don't blame them as he is the centre of their universe. He's a magnificent father, husband, son... A wonderful man.

Charlotte is now eighteen and a beauty in her own right. Although our firstborn, my husband has never had favourites, or done his best not to show it, but there has always been that special bond the pair have shared ever since he held her for the first time in his arms. Watching her grow up from the precocious little girl into the young woman she is now fills the three of us with pride.

We were married before the arrival of our second daughter. It was a beautiful day. A simple ceremony. Madeline was my Maid of Honour. My parents did fly down from further up the coast, and I had to explain the whole story. They were surprised, but once they met with Mark a few times, they adopted him almost like their own son. My relationship with my sister is better nowadays and she was a bridesmaid as well and has since become a wonderful auntie to our three children.

Madeline's friends and sons were all invited too. It was amusing to watch the mother and son dance and not miss the arousal on Madeline's face. When they were about to disappear, I walked over towards her, whispered for her to have fun, and they were gone for at least half an hour. When the pair returned, she handed me her incredibly damp panties and told me her son's cum was currently dribbling down her thighs.

I promised to clean her up later. Yes, we'd started having sex by this stage, finally giving into temptation, but we never had sex without Mark. He was our centre, but he loved watching two of the women he loved most enjoying each other while his cock was buried in one of us. I particularly loved hearing Madeline moan when he was fucking her arse. I'd always been unsure about anal, but seeing his big cock disappear into her tight little arsehole intrigued me.

I gave birth to our second daughter six months after we married, christening her Christine Candice Marsh. Mark has joked more than once about the fact our daughters share the same first letter. I didn't even realise we were doing it until he pointed it out.

Our youngest daughter was born merely eighteen months later, christening her Chloe Madeline Marsh. When we told his mother that our youngest would carry her name, she openly wept, clutching her son tightly, and I knew that she took him home and rode him ragged that night while I nursed our child in the hospital. I certainly didn't mind as I understood Madeline needed her son to herself at times.

While motherhood came naturally to me, and I loved being a stay-at-home mother until our children were all in school, Mark was such a natural as a father, particularly doting on three little girls, I often found myself sitting or standing nearby with tear-streaked cheeks. There is a wall in the hallway of our home covered in photos of him and his daughters. Nothing was too much for him when it came to making them happy.

I still remember the day of Chloe's first day at primary school. Mark took the day off we could take her and pick her up. I still remember how he cried as she walked off into school, this tiny little thing with a big backpack, immediately making friends. Mark was in pieces, and I still have a photo of him being comforted by all the other mothers around him. Since becoming a father, he has become more open with his emotions, and many of the mothers adored him as friends of our daughters became fixtures at our home, and he always treated friends of our daughters like one of his own.

Madeline is now approaching sixty and the sexual relationship between the three of us has slowed down from her side. We still share a bed most nights. My husband is still hot to trot, and my libido is insane at times. Madeline is always willing to have fun even though she has slowed down, but she gets real enjoyment out of watching her son with his wife.

But watching Mark with our daughters, particularly our oldest now that she was of age, did leave me wondering. "Madeline, I have a question," I asked as she sat opposite me at the dinner table, Mark practically holding court with our daughters. Charlotte and Chloe were snuggled to either side of him. Christine was such a tiny thing she was snuggled on his lap.

"What is it, sweetie?"

"We haven't told the girls the truth yet until they're all eighteen. They're not blind, but we've always been careful." That had Madeline looking at me in curiosity. "You don't think it's generational, do you?"

Madeline understood the reference immediately, glancing at her son and granddaughters, the smile on her face forming immediately. "No, sweetheart. My son is their whole world, that's for certain. Any man they meet is going to be compared to him, and no man will be good enough for him when it comes to his daughters. I wouldn't worry about anything else."

"You think?"

"A mother always knows, sweetheart. And I'm not sure he would ever look at them that way. He's in love with you and me in an intimate, physical way. He's in love with his daughters in that he would give his life for them."

"I dread the day Chloe leaves home. I'm not sure what he'll do."

Madeline fixed me with a smile. "I'm sure you'll figure out how to keep him occupied."

I knew our relationship was unusual and that the day we would sit our children down and explain everything could lead to recriminations, accusations and other ramifications. But as I sipped at my coffee and watched my husband and daughters interacting, I couldn't help wondering if it would lead to something else. Something I knew I might just have to accept considering what Mark and his mother shared.

I guess it was just a case of waiting for what happened and dealing with it at the time. Mark glanced my way and smiled. I returned the smile before Charlotte whispered something that made the three girls start to giggle. No doubt it was about his undoubted love for his wife and mother.

Maybe the conversation in the future won't be as bad as I feared.

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A/N - There won't be a sequel as I won't be opening any can of worms. The question about it being generational was an idea that popped into my head as the idea of an 'incest gene' amused me...