Seward Summer Internship

by Sams_Island



Category: Incest/Taboo
Published: 2023-08-28
Updated: 2023-08-28
Packaged: 2023-12-25 17:58:48
Chapters: 1
Publisher: literotica.com
Story URL: https://www.literotica.com/s/seward-summer-internship
Author URL:
https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=1014245&page=submissions
Summary: Sons intern as Mom's spare cocks.
Erotica Tags: Anal, Exhibitionism, Mom Dad Sons, Oral, Pegging, Shared Wife,
Sloppy Seconds, Slut Mom, Summer Lovin 2023
Average Rating: 4.47






        Seward Summer Internship


_This is a_ [SUMMER LOVIN 2023](https://www.literotica.com/s/summer-lovin-
contest-2023-at-literotica) _contest entry. I hope you enjoy it along with
other contest stories and will reward your favorites by taking the time to
favor and rate them._

 _Speaking of other Literotica stories, in this very long tale there are
several mentions of writers and stories that caught my attention when I first
discovered this site. For this summer read I went for a full-on, full-out joy-
of-sex story as a shout out to those early faves who wrote so well about such
bad things._

 _"Such bad things" involves incest with a shared wife, including a few fetish
scenes, so, as with all Literotica stories, please check the description and
tags to be sure this is up your alley before you invest your time reading
about things you don't like (and were warned about)._

 _"Teenager" always means 18 or 19 if the person is engaged in adults-only
action._

 **SEWARD SUMMER INTERNSHIP**

 _Sons intern as Mom's spare cocks._

 **Chapter 1**

Aisha Seward got the text she was hoping for at one o'clock.

 _wx good. heading out. cu sun. ja_. With two heart emojis at the end.

There had been a threat of a thunderstorm, but it was apparently passing by,
so the weather (wx) was good and her two sons, Jalen and Aiden (ja), were
heading out for a weekend camping trip in the mountains and would see her (cu)
on Sunday (sun). And they loved their mother.

Aisha smiled as she replied with three emojis. A thumb's up and two faces
blowing kisses, one for each son. Jalen and Aiden were members of their high
school's Wilderness Club and would be going with the club straight from school
that Friday afternoon on the annual end-of-year camp out.

For Jalen, who was graduating the following week, it would be his last trip
with the club. His brother Aiden was only 11 months younger, with his Senior
Year still to go and he'd already been elected to take his brother's place as
Club President the following school year.

Aisha then composed two more texts. Also, all in emojis.

First came two boys standing side by side, holding hands: the family's long-
standing symbol for the brothers doing something together. Next came a
minibus, a mountain range, and a thumb's up. She hit Send. The next message
contained a house, a glass of wine, and a pair of thick, red lips outlining an
open mouth. It went to the same number.

Within a few seconds she received two thumbs up and a smiley face with the
tongue hanging out. She'd hoped for more, but since the recipient was at work,
that was probably all he could manage. Besides, the simple return message
still told her their plans were on.

Aisha smiled and left her home office to walk upstairs and into her bedroom.
She quickly stripped off the casual slacks and polo shirt she'd been wearing
in case the boys had ended up coming home because of rain.

Underneath, she wore some lacy boy briefs, not being able to resist having
something sexy against her body since she'd awakened with thoughts of what the
day and weekend ahead held in store. On top was a regular sports bra, to
provide the support her full breasts needed as well as to protect her nipples
against the nubbly cloth of the polo.

Both undergarments came off and she stood naked in front of her lingerie
drawer. She was tempted to put on a matching set of crotchless panties and
peekaboo brassiere, but there were still hours to go before her lover could
break away from work and join her and those naughty togs weren't meant for
comfort over hours.

She ended up in black thigh-high stockings with a lace garter belt. Brazilian
lace briefs were slid up over the braces and a matching lace plunge bra went
on top to showcase her round 36D's. The undergarments were sea blue, with
white braces on the garter belt and they looked great against her skin, which
was the color of light brown sugar. Over the top went a white satin kimono.

Sure, it might be a bit early to dress for date night even with comfortable
undergarments, but Aisha knew that spending the day in the sexy outfit would
be like extended foreplay and have her in the mood from the moment he came
through the door. Although, if she was honest, she often found herself in the
mood even when she was wearing sweats or gardening clothes. Had done her whole
adult life, but somehow even more since hitting thirty.

She looked at herself in the full-length oval mirror in its wooden stand and
felt good, with a thrill of excitement for the weekend ahead. Forty-one years
old and two nearly grown sons and she still looked as fuckable as she had at
31 and maybe even more than at 21. She'd been pretty damned hot back then, if
she did say so herself, but in a serious jock way. Having her two babies
within a year of each other had understandably changed her body, but the extra
spread to her hips and swell of her breasts had given her athletic frame extra
strokes of femininity that drew many admiring glances.

She retrieved her phone from the dresser and took pictures of herself in the
mirror, angling it to catch from toes to neck. She took one with the kimono
tied close, the next with it untied and hanging open in the middle, and a
final one with the robe wide open and thrown back over a hip that was jutted
to the side.

Aisha fired off the three photos without comment, put away the clothes she'd
taken off in favor of the sexy lingerie, and prepared to go back downstairs.
She laughed at herself as she marred the sexy effect by slipping a pair of
canvas _Tom's_ onto her feet, but she didn't want to ruin the stockings by
walking around barefoot all day.

Aisha was sitting back down at her desk, with a glass of iced tea and a small
chef's salad for her lunch, when her phone finally dinged with a reply.

She laughed when she opened the attached photos. The first showed the lap of a
person, apparently seated on a toilet. A light blue dress shirt was tucked
into tan chinos, with a brown leather belt separating the two garments.

In the second photo, the tails of the shirt were pulled up and to the sides.
The belt was open, and the chinos were partway down the thighs, almost out of
the picture. A pair of tighty-whities took up the center of the screen. The
old-fashioned Y-fronts appeared to be covering a significant lump.

The final photo drew a small gasp of surprised pleasure. The clothes were in
almost the same position, except that the Fruit-of-the-Looms had been pulled
down just a bit. Resting on the white hammock was a beautiful black cock. It
looked heavy. Not yet hard, but on its way. A second look registered that the
accompanying pair of big black balls were propped up on the waistband of the
underwear, as if on a shelf.

Aisha laughed as she thought of him sneaking off to the men's room and locking
himself in a stall so he could reply in kind to her own provocative photos.
Well, one good turn deserved another.

She spread her legs wide and put one foot up on the short filing cabinet
alongside her desk. Pulling her panties to the side, she spread her pussy open
and got the lips pinned down with the fingers of her left hand. She used the
right to take a close-up selfie, which she fired right off.

She kept toying with her junk while waiting for the ding of his reply. She was
expecting, and hoping, to see another dick-pic with the dark cock hard and
straining at the camera, maybe with his strong black hand wrapped around it.
But when the reply landed, there was no photo at all. Instead, she read,
_Damn, gotta go!_ Followed by a sad face emoji.

Aisha sighed, put down the phone, rearranged her panties and took a sip of
tea, imagining someone waiting to use the toilet and stopping her sext partner
from continuing their game.

 **Chapter 2**

Over the next few hours, Aisha read and graded exams from the freshman
"Algebra for Business" and "Intro to College Math" courses she was currently
teaching for a state university with a large online presence. Then she moved
on to responding to student e-mails. It occasionally caught her off-guard when
she realized her own son Jalen would be one of these freshmen in the next
school year. Was she really that old? Despite her positive self-evaluation in
front of the bedroom mirror, thinking of the actual numbers involved caught
her by surprise. In her mind she wasn't a middle-aged mother with grown kids;
she was still a long-limbed athlete, making her way quickly around the track,
usually at the front of the pack.

Of course, having Jalen, and then Aiden right after, had derailed her dreams
of track glory continuing from high school through college. But to be honest,
it had been a Division III school; it wasn't as if she was going to the
Olympic Trials. And her beautiful boys were worth a whole lot more than a few
more medallions or trophies added to the collection in a trunk in the attic.

Turning her attention back to work, she took a moment to register that her
computer terminal setup would certainly shock the students on the other end of
the connection. But thinking about her age as she had been, she recognized
that her NSFW work setup was another of the things, like the daytime lingerie,
that kept her feeling younger than her driver's license claimed.

She had a dual-screen setup. On the right were her students' papers and
communications. Over on the left were videos from various porn sites, along
with erotic tales from adult story sites, including her favorite,
[Literotica](https://www.literotica.com/stories/). It was hardly the type of
multi-tasking that marked a woman going over the hill and losing her youthful
passions.

Aisha liked to find interesting erotic stories and then search out videos that
best matched the action described. She'd always found dirty words somehow more
exciting than dirty images, but when you could put the two together...plus it
sure helped avoid falling asleep going over freshman-level maths.

She'd been working hard on whittling down the schoolwork so she could ignore
it completely over the weekend and she was getting there. On the right screen
now was a simple request for help from a student who was confusing two similar
concepts. On the left was a story from the prolific
[silkstockingslover](https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=1191173&page=submissions),
who wrote some wonderfully degenerate pieces that often involved teachers like
Aisha. Above the story was a video of a blonde White-girl eating one Black
pussy, while another sister pegged her from behind with a black strap-on.

Aisha forced herself to focus on the right monitor, so she didn't send out
some distracted error to her online student. Once she'd sent off her reply and
determined it was the last in the queue, she checked her phone again for more
sexy messages. Finding nothing except that her battery was getting low, she
went into the kitchen and slipped her phone into its charging cradle on a
counter. Then she opened the refrigerator and retrieved a bottle of a crisp
white Chardonnay. The kitchen clock said it was four; still an hour and a half
until her man was due. Hell, it was okay to go ahead and have one glass before
he got here.

She uncorked the bottle, poured herself a glass and took a seat back at her
desk. Refreshing the video in the window above the _Literotica_ story, she
also reasoned that it would be okay to have an early orgasm to go with the
early glass of wine; it certainly wouldn't impact her ability to have more of
both later. Her ability, and desire, to have multiples was another thing that
had increased over the past decade. Not everything about getting older was
bad.

She kicked off her shoes, tilted back in her chair, and put one foot up on the
filing cabinet again, leaving her legs spread wide open. As Aisha read the
story on the screen, she was certain that silkstockingslover would very much
approve of the way she was dressed, with the patterned stockings stopping
halfway up her muscular thighs.

Aisha imagined taking the place of one of the women in the video and shoving
the apparently submissive White woman's face into her wet pussy. She hadn't
had a woman eat her snatch since college but had fond memories. She rubbed a
hand over her crotch and found that the wet part was no fantasy, she was self-
lubricating nicely. James, the lover she was waiting for, was a damned good
muff diver, but there was no way to compare a man's stubbly cheeks to a
woman's soft skin rubbing between your thighs. It was a pineapples to apples
comparison, and right now the apple-cheeked girl on the screen had Aisha's
attention.

The woman was young and innocent looking and could easily have been a
submissive student serving a Black teacher in an SSL story. Who she really
reminded Aisha of was a certain cheerleader named Judy, which was also right
up the kinky writer's alley. Her son Jalen had dated Judy for the first part
of their senior year, until the Christmas break. Dated and fucked, she
amended, having heard them going at it more than once up in Jalen's room when
they didn't realize (or didn't care?) that she was home. Oh well, two
consenting adults. The two had birthdays close to each other in early August
and so had both turned 18 before starting their senior years.

The girl in the story was definitely a sub and now Aisha didn't imagine
herself as the woman getting her black pussy eaten by the girl, but as the
other woman pounding into the pink pussy with her black weapon. She'd never
gone that far in her college Sapphic experiments but thought she probably
would have had the opportunity presented.

She sipped more wine, read more of the story, and glanced at more of the
video. She still had Judy in her mind, wearing the cheer outfit, a short skirt
and sweater vest, that she'd worn at Jalen's Friday night football games. The
next time she mentally put herself into the video she was still strap-on-
fucking the girl's round, white ass, but at 'Judy's' other end wasn't a black
pussy, but a black cock. Jalen's black cock. Mother and son were using the
slim White girl however they wanted.

Aisha's hand was rubbing harder and faster across her silk-covered clit and
she was on the verge of orgasm when her phone rang. No message ding this time,
but an actual phone call. She quickly paused the video and hurried across to
the kitchen, where the charging stand stood by the side door. She saw James's
number on the display and answered the call, hoping to share her first orgasm
of the night with her digital lover.

"Hi, baby," she crooned. "Calling to let me know you're leaving work early?"

There was a pause. Then James replied in a depressed tone, "Afraid not. Afraid
it's the opposite."

Aisha had stuck her other hand into her panties when she'd picked up the
phone, looking to surprise her man with a wail of orgasmic pleasure, but now
her clit-rubber froze in place as she listened.

"Remember how I had to break off suddenly, before?" he was saying now. "Well,
it was a massive system alarm, saying several customers had lost connection to
the network."

James was a computer engineer and worked at a company that provided secure
off-site data storage of other companies' vital information.

"We've been working on it ever since and still haven't figured out what's
going on. In fact, I can only talk for a moment, I need to get back in there
to check on our emergency backups and other security protocols. We're not sure
if we're under a hacker attack or what, but we have to assume we are and lock
everything down. I'm afraid it looks like we have several hours of work ahead
of us," he said sadly. "I just wanted to call and let you know that I don't
know when I can get there."

"Oh," Aisha said absently, all the excitement in her crotch disappearing.

"I'm really sorry, baby," James continued. Then he forced some gaiety into his
voice, trying to avoid completely killing the sexy vibe they'd been building
up all week. "But we still have tomorrow and most of Sunday before the boys
get home, so we'll still have plenty of fun. In fact," he added, "you should
still go ahead and enjoy yourself tonight. Maybe slip in that video we shot of
ourselves in Vegas and think about how I'm going to fuck you like that again
tomorrow."

"Hmm? Oh yeah, Vegas," she murmured.

"I'm really sorry, baby. And I'm afraid I have to go now. I love you."

"I love you too," she said automatically, but he'd already hung up before
she'd finished.

She absentmindedly slipped the phone back into the charging cradle and made
her way back to her office.

 **Chapter 3**

Two hours later James still wasn't there, Aisha was still wearing her sexy
lingerie, and the bottle of Chardonnay was empty. She'd gone back into the
University site and filed the student test grades from earlier and then taken
care of some other admin items that had been awaiting her attention. She'd
nibbled on some of the chilled shrimp she'd gathered as part of what was
supposed to be a light dinner for them but hadn't had much appetite for
anything else. She finally decided to watch some TV, but in her bedroom
instead of the family room. She carried a bottle of red and a bottle of
Perrier upstairs with her, unsure as to which she would drink. She knew she
didn't need any more alcohol, but the let down from tonight's plans going awry
had her feeling like tying one on.

But when she got herself tucked in under the comforter and propped up against
the headboard, it was the sparkling water that she opened and poured into the
wine glass. With the remote she hit some news channels but really wasn't in
the mood for seeing all the sad shit going on in the world. She skimmed over
_Netflix,_ but everything that caught her eye was something she wanted to
watch with James or her boys.

Then she switched over to the Internet source on the remote and engaged the
same VPN she used for porn surfing on her computer downstairs. She remembered
how close she'd been to an orgasm before James's mood-killing phone call.

James had told her to carry on without him and as she thought about what
search term to enter into the private browser, she realized that she was
indeed still horny. His call had obviously thrown a bucket of water on her
fire, but she'd been stoking those coals so long that they were still red hot
under the ashes of their spoiled date night.

She'd been about to get off earlier while reading a story about a lesbian
strap-on session and watching a video showing the same. The interracial,
lesbian, and submissive angles were all exciting and she considered going back
there. But then she recalled imagining the White girl was sucking Jalen's
cock, even though on screen she'd been eating a Black woman's pussy. Aisha
definitely wanted to see a cock in action this time. Or make that, cocks.
"submissive girl gangbang" she wrote in the search window. She paused a
moment, then went back and changed "girl" to "woman". Why should young sluts
have all the fun? She hit Enter. A long list of matches came up.

Aisha opened a second private browser window in the bottom half of the screen
and went into her _Literotica_ account. There she went to her favorites list,
looking for something tried and true that suited her mood. Good old
[Silky](https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=1191173&page=submissions)
of course had several entries which might do. But there were some from
[Lordshark](https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=1108226&page=submissions),
[altego](https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=625323&page=submissions)
and
[TryAnything](https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=175520&page=submissions)
that were also in tonight's wine-influenced wheelhouse. She pulled up
[Accidental Gangbang](https://www.literotica.com/s/accidental-gangbang) and
[Wife Bang in the Stables](https://www.literotica.com/s/wife-bang-in-the-
stables-ch-01) in separate windows and then added [Family
Slut](https://www.literotica.com/s/family-slut) by
[danexxx](https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=239581&page=submissions).  

She went back to the video search net she had cast and quickly scanned through
to see what caught her eye. There were lots of White women in BBC, White, and
Interracial gangbangs and then surprise! two Black women in a BBC gangbang.
Those didn't often come to the tops of searches if the words Black Woman
weren't included in the search window. She kept that one and two of the White
woman choices. Then, in recognition of the stories she'd chosen, she added the
word "wife" to her video search and went through the process again.

When she had ten promising video candidates lined up as tabs, she started each
one to see if it grabbed her. If yes, she paused it and went to the next. If
no, she stopped and closed it. Working her way through the group she got
herself down to six and looked at more of each as she first began touching
herself. Nothing focused, just wandering, the way her eyes and mind were
wandering over the different videos and story chapters on the screen. After a
bit she'd gone through the smaller group. The two Black women being gangbanged
she bookmarked for another day but kept open another she'd found with just one
Black woman whose husband was one of the cars in the train she was pulling.
She watched one of the White-chick gangbangs all the way through since it was
only six minutes long; then she closed it down. The remaining ones were more
fit for today's purpose.

In the end she found herself drawn to the [danexxx
story](https://www.literotica.com/s/family-slut) and so narrowed the videos
down to three where the wife was also a mother. She hadn't been thinking about
incest to begin with, but these three matched up best to the action of the
story's mother, "Sharon", being turned into a submissive fuck toy by her
husband and sons.

 **Chapter 4**

James pulled into the garage and shut down his car. Before he got out, he
checked his phone again. It appeared that Aisha still hadn't read his
messages, let alone answered them. He walked through the connecting door to
the laundry room and then into the kitchen as usual.

The first thing he saw was Aisha's phone in the charging cradle by the door,
so she could grab it on the way out. Well, that explained why she hadn't
acknowledged his message letting her know that the problem at work was simpler
than feared and had been resolved. Or the one that said he'd be home soon.
"Baby, I'm home," he called out. But got no answer.

Then he saw the empty wine bottle on the counter. That explained even better
why she'd left her phone on the kitchen charger. The downstairs had an open
floor plan, so he knew right away she wasn't in the living or dining areas. A
quick peek into her home office also came up empty. It was still pretty early
for turning in, but James figured that after so much wine, she might have
climbed into bed already, maybe to read or watch TV.

When he got to the top of the stairs, he heard sounds from the other end of
the hallway that seemed to support his idea of Aisha watching TV in bed. But,
even if he was right, he shouldn't normally be able to hear anything from
here. They'd purposely had a heavy door installed on their bedroom so sounds
of their lovemaking wouldn't be easily heard by their sons. Then it struck him
that lovemaking was exactly what he was hearing now.

He'd left his shoes downstairs as usual, so his steps down the carpeted
hallway were silent. When he got closer, he saw that their bedroom door was
ajar, explaining why he could hear noises from inside. He thought again of the
empty wine bottle and the empty house and figured it was just a tipsy
oversight that Aisha hadn't closed the door all the way.

The rhythmic panting and gasping and skin slapping was clearly from a porno,
so he figured she had taken his suggestion to go ahead and enjoy their night
without the boys even if he couldn't join her. But then he heard another
noise. Still a porno noise, but a more natural counterpoint to what was coming
from the movie she was apparently watching. He creeped up to the door.

The way the bedroom was set up, his peek through the cracked door was at a
45-degree angle to the foot of the bed. Aisha would see him out of the corner
of her eye if he moved too much, but if he held still in the darkness of the
hallway, she wouldn't spot him beyond the light from the flat screen.

She was propped up against the headboard, pillows piled behind her. She wore
black stockings held up by a blue and white garter belt, and nothing else. Her
legs were spread and bent at the knees and a hand was between them. Now he
could hear a low buzz that he recognized as her favorite bullet vibrator;
undoubtedly in the hand that was buried in her crotch. He could also hear an
alternating moan and whimper from his woman. This was the counterpoint he'd
heard to the more theatrical panting coming from the TV speakers. No reason to
keep the volume down like they normally would if the boys were down the hall
in their bedrooms.

James took a couple of steps back and quickly shucked his own clothes before
re-taking his spying position at the gap of the door. It was clear that he'd
arrived just in time to watch Aisha reach a very powerful orgasm. His cock
sprang to life.

He didn't want to interrupt her climax, so he waited and watched as she shook
and whined, and her ass thrust up off the mattress as she came. He slipped
through the doorway as she panted and trembled in the aftermath with eyes
closed in languorous joy.

 **Chapter 5**

James couldn't believe how incredible the woman looked in her moment of
vulnerable ecstasy as he stood there watching her from the foot of the bed.
Pearls of pre-cum glistened at the head of his stiff cock as he slowly stroked
it while taking in her raw beauty.

When her breathing finally began to calm, he said, "That was fucking hot."

Aisha almost screamed as her eyes flew open and she sat up straight.

"Baby, baby," he soothed, quickly getting up on the bed on his knees alongside
her feet and putting a hand gently on her shin. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I
didn't mean to scare you. I just couldn't wait any longer to come in and join
you."

"James?" She sounded utterly confused. "You're home? But I thought--"

"Yeah, I know. It looked so scary at first that we thought it was gonna take
all night. But in the end, it was mostly a false alarm and we were able to fix
the cause of it pretty easily. I messaged you to let you know I was coming
home, but I guess you forgot your phone downstairs."

She looked to the side, to the other charging cradle she had for her phone on
her nightstand and of course it was empty. "Oh," she said.

He moved up her side until he could lean down and give her a kiss. "I really
am sorry to have scared you." Another kiss. "But I must admit, I'm kind of
glad I caught you by surprise. That was really hot watching you come when you
thought you were all alone. So, what were you watching that made you explode
like that?" He laid down on his right elbow and turned his attention to the
screen.

"What?! Oh, um, nothing special," she said, a bit desperately, eyes looking
about, searching for something. Then they focused over and behind him.

James followed her gaze and saw the remote control he'd moved aside while
crawling up to kiss her. She suddenly tried to lean over him and grab it, but
he was quicker and snatched it up.

"Embarrassed by what you were watching? Maybe an old porn movie with you in
it?" he teased.

"Baby, please," Aisha pleaded as she again reached for the remote in his hand.

He'd rolled onto his back to grab the remote with his left hand and now he
used his right arm to block her. Moving up onto his knees, looming over her,
he firmly grabbed her left tit and pressed her back into the pillows. His left
hand held the remote toward the smart TV across from the foot of the bed.
There were three videos lined up across the top of the screen, only the middle
one was playing. He paused it.

Turning back to his wife, which put the screen behind him, he laid the remote
next to her on the mattress and put his left hand on her other tit. Both hands
squeezed and she groaned with desire tinged by anxiety.

"If I was the jealous type," James said in a low voice, "I might think you
were trying to hide something incriminating from me." Then his voice and hands
both relaxed and he said with a lift to the corner of his mouth, "But I'm not
the jealous type; I'm the curious type.

"However, I also believe privacy continues in marriage and each of us can
certainly keep some things to ourselves. Like the many times we've committed
adultery in our hearts, to paraphrase Jimmy Carter," he said in a southern
drawl. His smile now was complete, albeit teasing. The play of his hands on
her breasts also changed from controlling to teasing.

"But this weekend was meant to be an in-house sex retreat, since both boys are
gone. So, I will ask you to share this naughty secret with me if you're
willing. After all, a husband needs to know what gets his wife off if he's to
continue fulfilling her needs."

James released his grip on her melons, found the remote and laid it across her
lap, right above her pubic patch. "I promise not to get mad about anything I
learn. But I also promise not to get mad if you do decide to keep it private."
He sat back on his haunches and looked deep into her eyes, soulful brown with
hints of gold, and tried to convey all the love he felt.

After a moment, without breaking the connection with her husband's smoldering
dark brown eyes, Aisha picked the remote up from her lap and held it back out
to him.

He took it with a happy smile, then spun around onto his ass and scooted back
until he was propped up against the headboard. His beautiful wife snuggled up
against his side and laid her head against his torso as he wrapped an arm
around her shoulders.

 **Chapter 6**

Looking at the large screen, James again took in the three frozen videos side-
by-side along the upper half. Each one showed a naked woman, two White, one
Black, taking on two, two, and then five cocks. On the bottom half, he saw the
familiar _Literotica_ screen layout in a window with three tabs. The middle
tab was the active one and he read,

 _"Lick your son's cum from my pussy. And whenever I feel like it, you must
lick me until I come."_

 _Without waiting for an answer, she lowered her pussy to Sharon's lips and
made her lick the sticky cum from it._

Glancing back up at the videos he didn't see any girl-on-girl action in the
frozen images. "Hmm," he mused.

He went up to the top of the page and read, "[FAMILY SLUT CH.
02](https://www.literotica.com/s/family-slut-ch-02)". It was by a writer he
didn't know,
[danexxx](https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=239581&page=submissions).
The tab label matched the story title, while the tabs to left and right said
"Family Slut" and "Family Slut Ch. 03" _._

"Interesting."

"Oh, God," groaned his wife, turning her face into his side.

"Would you pour me a glass of that wine?" he asked, giving her something to
distract her from the mortal embarrassment she was evidently feeling.

Aisha disentangled herself and swung her legs over the side of the bed. She'd
only brought up one glass and it still had some Perrier in it. She swallowed
that down, took up the bottle of Merlot she'd opened earlier to let breathe
and filled the glass. Completely forgetting about the bottle of Chardonnay
from earlier that was still coursing through her system, Aisha took a long sip
from the glass before passing it over to her husband.

Finally looking at the screen, she saw that he'd refreshed the three videos
and brought the first story tab from down below forward for reading. She
scooted back up on the bed, slipped one of the pillows from her stack behind
James, rearranged the rest for herself, and sat back against the headboard
beside him. Their shoulders were touching and her left hand lay flat on the
mattress between them. She stretched out her pinkie and touched the outside of
his hip.

He had the first paragraph of _Family Slut_ on the screen and as he took a sip
of wine, he hit Play on the leftmost video. A woman Aisha's age, maybe older,
was on her knees holding up her large breasts as a target for a younger man
who was pulling his pud in front of her.

"Pause a moment and read," Aisha said in a quiet voice. "You'll know when to
hit play."

James sipped thoughtfully as the lines of the story scrolled up at a relaxed
reading pace. Then he handed the glass to his wife, moved the cursor back to
the video, and clicked Play on the remote.

 _Bingo,_ she thought, taking a sip of the red.

James put his free hand on his wife's thigh as he continued reading and
watching, eyes moving back and forth between the two windows. When she handed
the wine glass back to him, he had to release her thigh, but she put hers on
his leg.

After a long drink, he passed the glass back. "I'm done for the moment."

She, in turn, passed it to the nightstand on her right. When her hand came
back, it went to her right breast, cupping and squeezing it like the woman in
the video.

The woman was White and probably closer to 50, James thought now. A bit
chubby, but her tits were a delight, with large nipples, like Aisha's. The
woman had teased them into swollen berries and when he glanced over, he saw
that his wife had done the same on her right side. Both women were quietly
moaning and whimpering with each pinch and pull.

James wanted to work on Aisha's open left breast, but the angle for his arm
was just too tight. Instead, he slipped his right hand into his crotch and
cupped his balls. For the moment he just held and gently squeezed them. His
left hand continued scrolling through the story.

Aisha followed her husband's lead and moved her left hand from his thigh to
her own crotch. The bullet vibrator she'd been using earlier was on the
mattress between their legs, but she didn't pick it up. Instead, she played
idly with her wet, swollen vulva.

James hadn't touched his cock at all, but still it was coming to life. First
it swelled and took on that soft, but heavy look, like in his selfie from
earlier in the day. Then, bit by bit, like a zeppelin being inflated for take-
off, the dark head began to lift itself from the nest of his pubic hair.

With a pointed look at his growing manhood, she said, "So, I take it that
means you don't think I'm some kind of sicko?"

"Definitely a sicko," he replied in a gravelly voice. "Sick in so many
wonderfully surprising ways."

She heard both the fun and the passion in his voice and replied with a teasing
note of her own. "And what does that make you?"

"Something like this guy 'Phil', I guess," he said, referring to the main male
character in the story. "But I don't know yet if he's a freak or an idiot or
what."

Her voice was husky as she said, "He seems to me to be a good father and
generous husband." She moaned suddenly and James saw two fingers disappear
into her vagina.

She was obviously reading the story along with him and they'd gotten to the
part where Sharon's husband Phil had discovered her bukkake games with their
older son and sent her to do the same with the younger.

James released his balls for a moment, rotated his arm backward at the elbow
and caught her left nipple between his first and second fingers. "A generous
father and husband who knows what his wife secretly wants," he said. With a
tight squeeze, he pulled the nub out away from the large, cinnamon-colored
areola. Aisha gasped and thrust her hips upwards, driving her two fingers
deeper into her twat.

The video clip wasn't exactly like the erotica piece, but it was a good
parallel. The video's storyline had the son of a big-tittied MILF discovering
his best friend jacking off on his mom's breasts and joining them. Now each
teenager had hold of a nipple or tit in one hand, while the other hand stroked
his raging young cock.

The friend had been at it longer and suddenly picked up the pace of his
stroking until he was blasting a massive load of jizz onto the tit he
controlled.

Aisha had just as suddenly picked up her own pace and her ass bounced up and
down on the mattress as the sight of the slutty White MILF taking all that
cream across her fat hooters sent the horny Black MILF into climax.

 **Chapter 7**

"Daaamn," James sighed softly, finally letting go of his wife's nipple as she
came down from an orgasm that seemed to have been a surprise for her as well
as for him.

"It gets better," she managed to moan, not taking her eyes from the screen.
James turned his own sight back to the large monitor.

He saw they were at the end of chapter one of _Family Slut_ and clicked over
to chapter two, where it was all in the open and Sharon was servicing her
husband and sons once daily and twice on Sundays.

In the video clip, the MILF's son stepped in close to his mother's chest,
scooped some of his buddy's spunk up on the head of his cock, and offered it
to his mother's mouth.

She seemed to wake up from her tit-teasing trance and her lips remained
pressed tightly closed, while her eyes got wide. Was there a limit to how far
she was ready to go with her son versus his friend?

"Take it," Aisha hissed.

The teenager rubbed his slimy cockhead across the clenched lips, smearing them
with man-cream.

"You know you want it," Aisha whispered. "Take it."

James suddenly realized she was echoing what the boy in the movie was saying
and he turned the volume up a notch.

Meanwhile, in the story, Sharon was imploring her two sons to, _"spurt for me,
I want to taste all your cum."_

The young man in the video dipped down and brought another glob of spunk from
his mother's tit up to her mouth. Aisha switched hands, replacing her left
with her right in her dripping wet pussy and grabbing James's hardness in her
left. She gently waved it side to side, just like the young man in the movie
was doing across the MILF's lips.

""If you want this in your mouth you will open wide and take it. Otherwise,
I'm just going to finish jacking off on you and you'll never get my cock
again. Or Kyle's," he added, apparently referring to his friend.

Slowly the woman opened up, never taking her lips out of contact with the
velvet soft knob as it slid into her mouth. It looked incredible and James
didn't have to imagine how good it felt, because Aisha was going down on his
rod in the same slow, tight-lipped way.

Soon the son in the movie was moving faster in and out, really giving his
mother's mouth a good fucking and Aisha's head was going up and down at the
same pace. The other young dude stepped back into the frame and began mauling
the woman's big tits, massaging his cum into them like body lotion.

"They're both on her now," James groaned.

Aisha raised her head off his cock and glanced at the TV. "Just like in the
story," she slurred, her mouth dripping spit from how deep she'd been taking
him in her throat. She cupped a hand and let the saliva fill it before
dropping her mouth over his cock again. Then her fingers were pressing between
his ass cheeks, smearing and pushing her spit against and then into his anus
as her head bobbed up and down.

James groaned again, much louder and longer now as his wife began finger-
fucking his ass while jamming his cock into her throat. He took a moment to
read how Sharon was being facialized by all three men in her family, mouth
wide open to catch their cum, until he heard the boy in the movie begin
grunting.

"He's going to come," James panted. "He's going to come in his mother's
mouth."

Aisha agreed excitedly, making 'mmm hmm' noises in her throat as she sucked
harder on James's cock.

"And she wants it," James grunted. "She wants her son's cum." He put his hand
on the back of his wife's head and held her in place. "Uh! Take it, Mommy,
take it." She jammed her finger deeper than ever through his backdoor and
continued cheering him on with her grunts as he fed her his seed.  

Aisha gulped the first spurts quickly to avoid losing any to spillage. As the
pulses in his cock slowed, she allowed herself to savor the naughty flavor
before swallowing the rest of his cream. Her finger had gone still in his
rectum when he started cumming, now she gingerly removed it. Pushing herself
up, she pressed her lips hard against his and when his mouth opened, she
thrust in her tongue, and they kissed long and passionately, sharing her
spunk-flavored spit, until finally she collapsed onto his chest, and he held
her tightly in his arms.

 **Chapter 8**

The video clip ended with the mother opening her mouth theatrically to show
her young abusers her mouthful of cum before swallowing it down.

"She loves that fresh, young cum, doesn't she?" said James.

"Fresh, old cum is pretty good too," Aisha replied with a laugh, gently
squeezing his softening cock.

James noted that the video had only been nine minutes long, obviously a
segment from a longer movie that could be accessed for a fee. "I know we don't
usually buy movies, but wouldn't you like to see what she does next with her
two young cocks?" he asked.

"I bet she gets used even more by the boys, just like in the story," Aisha
said. "But there, the father joins in. Like in the middle video." She nodded
at the screen.

"Well, let's carry on with your storyboard, then," he said. "And how about
some more of that Merlot?"

As James used the remote to rearrange things on the flat screen, his wife
topped up the single wine glass. Her own buzz was still going strong, so she
passed it straight over to him.

On the monitor she saw that he'd brought the second video window to the front.
This clip was certainly homemade, with a single static camera set up on a
tripod or dresser to capture a wide shot of a bed. In the frozen image, a
young man lay on his back, a middle-aged woman on her hands and knees sucked
his cock, and a man with a Dad-bod mounted her from behind. Before James hit
Play, he scrolled deeper into "Family Slut" as he sipped wine.

"Wow! Everything out in the open now," he remarked after reading a few lines
about how Sharon was now to become a topless slut, whose _main task was to
service the men in her life._

"Yesss," sighed Aisha. "In the open and available. A hard cock whenever she
wants one." She rearranged herself on her pillows and began idly playing with
her vulva and breasts again. "She's teaching her boys so many good things,
including how to eat pussy. She obviously loves being used as a fuck toy but
knows her sons need to learn more about how to please a woman."

James didn't need any more prompting. He handed the wine glass to Aisha, laid
the remote control on the mattress where she could reach it and moved in
between her legs. Her pussy lips were swollen and wet, and her cunt was
actually gaping a bit. After admiring the erotic beauty of her sex for a few
moments, he dragged the flat of his tongue from the bottom of her slit to the
top. Aisha purred and twitched.

She hit Play and the video clip went to its beginning. The older man,
apparently the woman's husband, began on his belly and elbows behind his wife,
his face buried in her ass and crotch as she buried her own face in their
son's crotch.

"Yesss," she sighed again in response to James's tongue work. Then she
apparently registered how her current reality more closely matched the video
rather than the story. "Daddy's also being sure to teach his sons all the
important things about making a woman happy," She said.

James suddenly laughed into his wife's crotch and she went stiff.

"I'm sorry, baby," he chortled. "When you said that, I suddenly got an image
in my head of John Cleese teaching the sex education class in _The Meaning of
Life_."

She didn't say anything for a moment, then her body relaxed and James heard,
"What's wrong with a kiss, boy? Hmm? Why not start her off with a nice kiss?"
Aisha's British accent was excellent from her childhood years spent in the
U.K.

Their eyes caught across the expanse of her lovely body and both broke out in
laughter.

"I remember having to teach you not to go straight after the clitoris," she
teased him.

"Well, that's why it's so important for the teacher to have his wife there to
help with the teaching," he replied. "Show and tell is always so much more
effective than just tell." He returned his lips to her vulva. "Why not start
her off with a nice kiss?" he said into her flower.

She laughed again, but then reached behind his head and pulled his mouth
tighter against her; it was time to get back to work.

From the speakers, James heard the woman in the video give a happy grunt just
as Aisha thrust her pelvis against his face. He surmised that the dad had
moved up and penetrated the mom.

The mom in his own house confirmed his thoughts. "She's being spit-roasted by
her husband and her son. Every time Dad thrusts into Mom, he shoves her throat
deeper down on Son's cock." Aisha was in such a haze of perpetual arousal that
she completely forgot about her current state of drunkenness and took a deep
draught of the heady red wine.

Her hungry description of the woman's double penetration gave James his next
direction. Once he saw his wife put the glass safely on the nightstand, James
got to his knees and manhandled her body until she was lying on her side,
crossways on the bed, with her upper leg cocked so that he had free access to
her, and they could both see the screen.

He thrust two fingers inside his wife's dripping cunt, drawing a gasp and a
pushback with her pelvis. She wanted him deeper and he complied. She'd already
come twice since he'd been there and he was again happily amazed at how multi-
orgasmic she'd become as she'd gotten older. Her heightened libido had led to
him doing a lot more with his hands like now, to cover his own lengthening
recharge periods. He knew that as long as he avoided overstimulating her
clitoris, she could go and go. But as for her pussy, he also knew damn well
that she still loved to be filled as things went on, so he added a third
finger and shoved them deeper.

"Oh fuck!" she exclaimed as he slugged her cunt. She was having trouble
keeping up with scrolling through the story, so most of the action came from
the video of a mother- _slash_ -wife with her son and husband. The woman
mounted her son's big cock in a reverse cowgirl and bounced down on him hard,
obviously wanting him to fill every inch of the vagina that had given birth to
him. Aisha shoved her own pelvis even harder against James, asking for more.

She was really on fire, he thought, as he added his pinkie finger to his pussy
pounding.

Aisha managed one more advance of the story page, then dropped the remote as
she gave all her attention to her husband's attack on her cunny.

James read how _Sharon_ was taking it up the ass and pussy at the same time by
her husband and younger son, while her older son's girlfriend watched.

"What a hot mommy," he growled as he moved his arm like a piston to deliver
the deep rhythmic thrusts he knew his horny wife craved. "Hot, fucking mommy
taking all those cocks!"

Aisha exploded in her third orgasm in less than an hour, her whole body
shaking on the end of his fist like the world's kinkiest hand puppet.

 **Chapter 9**

Back in their movie-watching position, sitting side-by-side against the
headboard, James took a drink of wine and handed the glass over to Aisha.

"No, I think I've had enough," she said as she passed it straight over to the
nightstand. "More than enough. In fact, I think I'm going to blame this whole
episode on the wine."

"I like finding you drunk," he chuckled. "I don't think you would have shared
this with me otherwise."

"Got that right."

Her tone was a bit sad and James jumped on it.

"No, no, no, don't get me wrong, baby, I'm not making fun. This was fucking
exciting, and I love you sharing your fantasy with me. It means I'm more
likely to be included in this fantasy the next time you think about it."

"And what about your fantasies? It's time for you to share one of yours to
make things even."

She was trying to sound flippant, but he read her face and saw she was clearly
feeling a lot of angst about what he'd just seen in her. He mused for a
moment. "Actually, I also have one pretty similar to this." He nodded to the
screen, where the middle video was paused with the mother lying on her back,
pushing cum into her mouth with her fingers. Her husband and son kneeled on
either side, hands still on cocks after shooting off all over her face.

"Do tell."

"You see Mom and Dad are still going at it, but all the old tales about sex
drives and abilities are coming true. As they get older, his are on the
decline, while hers are growing. He fucks her as much as he can, although not
as much as he wants, let alone as much as she would like. She never complains,
never even hints at being unsatisfied, but he worries she might be tempted to
stray, just a little bit, to get some extra now and then."

"That doesn't sound like a fantasy. It sounds like the plot of a Loving Wives
story where some poor schmuck ends up cuckolded."

"Yeah, I guess it does," he mused. "But I'm just giving some backstory to my
fantasy. Just like with porn, I like to understand how these people got into
this sexy situation."

"Umm. Baby. Your fantasy doesn't end with a hotwife and a humiliated husband,
does it?" She sounded worried.

"What? Oh, hell no, not at all. The opposite. In my fantasy, in my version of
that story," again he nodded at the screen, "Mom isn't hooking up on Tinder or
going out on dates with a boyfriend from work, because she really is still in
love with her husband. But he's recruited some help in meeting her wilder
desires. If she's still horny after wringing hubby dry, she slips down the
hall to her son's room." Another nod to the screen. "And sometimes, on special
occasions, she takes them both at the same time."

"Only on special occasions? So, the mom isn't walking around topless all the
time, at the beck and call of any stud, or slut, in the room?" Which is
exactly what had happened to the mom in the danexxx story.

James scootched down toward the foot of the bed until he could roll onto his
side, facing Aisha. He settled himself on his right elbow and pulled on her
hip until she moved down into a mirror position facing him.

He laid his left hand gently on her cheek and looked deep into her eyes.

"No, she's not. Because in my fantasy she's still mostly fulfilled by her
husband and only taps the other resource now and then."

"Other resource. Interesting term. A bit clinical for her own son, isn't it?"

"That's the other thing that makes this a good solution," said James. "Of
course, she loves her son, but she's not likely to fall in love with him and
leave her husband, like she might if her standby lover was an outside man."

Aisha placed her hand over her husband's, holding it tight against her cheek
and closing her eyes. "James. Do you want me to have sex with Jalen?"

"Yes."

Silence.

"No wonder you've been trying to get me drunk," she finally said.

After a slow inhale, she continued. "I obviously can't deny I think mother-
and-son scenes are sexy, but you've known that a long time. But the difference
between your fantasy backstory and our backstory is that I'm not unsatisfied.
You're a wonderful lover, who never fails to get me off - usually a couple of
times, like tonight. I really don't need more."

"Tonight has been special," he said, "but unusual. Sure, you almost always get
off when we're together, and often twice. But you could probably go twice that
again. And I'm only doing that three to five nights a week, when you could go
every night, with three or four nooners thrown in."

Her eyes opened with a flash. "Damn, you do think I'm a slut, don't you?"

He slipped his hand to the back of her head and pulled her, resisting, towards
him. He kissed her strongly. "No. Doing a lot of fucking, especially with just
one man, doesn't make you a slut, it just makes you horny. And I think you are
fucking horny most of the time and I think that is the sexiest thing in the
world. If I could keep up and really meet all your needs, I would. But I feel
like I'm dropping down and headed toward just the halfway point. I do think
you're happy enough, for now, but I want you to have more than half your
passion fulfilled."

"And you think sleeping with our son would be the best way to fill the other
half?"

"Not the whole other half," he replied with a lighter tone. "We just don't
want you dipping below that 50 percent mark. Maybe aim for 60 or 70 percent."

He reached behind himself for the remote control and pointed it the TV.
Manipulating buttons, he got the video clip to the point where the woman was
being spit-roasted.

"I think you would love to do that. And how much hotter would it be if I was
on one end and Jalen was on the other?"

Aisha suddenly flashed on her earlier vision of her and Jalen spit-roasting
another woman and marveled at the similarities of their fantasies. She eased
down further on her side and reached out for James's cock.

"Tell me how Moms and Pops recruit Sonny Boy to be his mama's extra lover,"
she crooned. "Tell me your story, or your screenplay. For a fantasy session,"
she emphasized.

 **Chapter 10**

"Hey, I need to pop in here to the pharmacy first," James said to Jalen nearly
two weeks later. The father and son went inside the CVS. There were no other
customers at the pharmacy window, so James was able to collect his waiting
prescription quickly.

As they walked across the street to the Springfield Diner, Jalen said, "Dad,
do you mind me asking what the medicine's for? Are you sick or something?"

James handed his son the small paper bag. "Take a look. It's actually
something I wanted to talk to you about."

Jalen pulled out the pill bottle and read the label. "Sildenafil. What's
that?"

"Generic Viagra," his father said as he pulled the diner's door open and
gestured his son inside.

Jalen's mouth dropped open. Then he started to say something, but an old guy
turned away from paying at the checkout stand and came toward them. Jalen
snapped his mouth closed.

"Pick your own table," said the server who had just checked out the old man.
Looking around, it was apparent the septuagenarian was one of the last of the
lunchtime crowd, because the diner was almost empty. James had counted on that
when he'd delayed their lunchbreak to 1:30 from their normal 12:00.

"I already know I want today's special," he told the server. "How about you,
Jalen?"

"Huh? Oh. A bacon cheeseburger and fries. And a Dr. Pepper, please."

"Dr. Pepper sounds good to me too," added James.

The server nodded and headed toward the counter. James led his son the other
way, to a corner booth where they couldn't be easily overheard.

As they walked over, Jalen surreptitiously slipped the pill bottle back into
the brown paper bag. The bag he gave back to his father before sliding into
the booth.

"Jeez, Pop. A little too much information, don't you think?"

James chuckled. "Yeah, in most cases I'd agree. I sure can't imagine your
grandfather ever admitting to any problems in that area, even at 65."

After a moment of silence, Jalen said, with a reluctant tone, "But you're only
43. Um, that's kind of early, isn't it? I mean, for..."

"Kind of early to need little blue pills?"

"Yeah. I guess so."

Jalen was dark-skinned like his father, but James chuckled inside imagining
how red his son's face would be if they were White.

And speaking of white, it was time now for a little white lie. Well, maybe not
so little and not so white, but still, no one would be hurt by it.

The first lie had actually been to James's doctor. The 43-year-old had never
let his fitness slide after a school career in track and field, so he was in
very good shape. And that extended to his sexual performance. He still had no
problem getting it up for his beautiful wife and giving her a good pounding.
At least the first time. It was the second time that was getting tougher and
the third times from their twenties had pretty much faded away the last couple
of years. But once he realized he was dropping down to once or twice a night,
while Aisha's desire had been increasing to three or four times a night, he'd
gone to his doc and exaggerated his problem in order to score the prescription
of father's little helpers. Now he took half a pill on nights when he knew
they had more time or Aisha was just giving off that extra vibe.

To his son he said, "Yeah, 43 is early. Way too early for me, that's for sure.
But it seems my testosterone levels have started dropping the past couple of
years." This was also a lie.

"So, is that from another health problem?" Jalen asked. "Are you, like, sick
or anything?"

"No, no. Other than some _performance_ issues, I'm doing fine."

"Um, okay. But then we're back to, too much information, aren't we?"

"Well, that's what I'm about to find out. Let me get right to the point.
Jalen, I'd like you to start having sex with your mother."

If Jalen's jaw had dropped earlier, now it damn near hit the table.

And, as if on cue, the server came up with their lunches.

Once she was gone, James gave Jalen a quick rundown on how his lagging sexual
abilities were moving in the opposite direction from his mother's sexual
desires. How he had no fear of her straying but didn't like her being
unfulfilled. He emphasized how he was most interested in allowing Aisha to
enjoy her sexuality and be happy about it so she wouldn't unconsciously build
up resentment through frustrated desire. He'd decided he was willing to allow
for Ethical Non-Monogamy in an effort to reach this goal.

ENM was a phrase he'd picked up along with the rest of the psycho-sexual
babble he was spouting, from a _Cosmo_ magazine someone had left in the
breakroom.

Continuing his explanation to his son, he said wanted to keep the ENM strictly
sexual and avoid outside romantic entanglements that he considered the greater
threat to a marriage. Thus, he thought his strong, handsome son might be just
the answer to a very difficult and delicate question.

"Hell, we look enough alike where she could be thinking she was still with me,
a younger me, rather than with another guy."

James picked up his Reuben on rye and nodded at Jalen's plate, where nothing
had been touched while the shocked boy listened to his father. "You should eat
that before it gets cold." Then he took a big bite of his own sandwich,
although the knot in his throat made it hard to swallow. He'd tried to sound
calm, almost blasé, but he knew this could go wrong in oh so many ways.

The just-graduated-from-high-school 18-year-old picked up his cup and sucked a
mouthful of Dr. Pepper through the straw. Then he picked up a couple of fries
and swiped them through a puddle of ketchup before putting them in his mouth
and doggedly chewing.

For ten minutes neither man spoke. They just worked steadily through their
sandwiches, munching like metronomes while their minds spun and leaped,
puzzled and pondered.

"You're serious, aren't you?" Jalen finally said.

"Yes, I am."

"Well, first off, I have no interest in being part of some kind of fucked up
loyalty test for Mom. I mean, if you want me to try and seduce her just to see
if she'll cheat on you, then fuck that."

"A loyalty test," mused James. "That would be twisted. No, no loyalty test,
Jalen. For her or for you. I've also been talking to her about this idea. Not
specifically about you (the lies kept stacking up), just the idea of bringing
in another guy for her now and then."

He noticed his son squirming and only hoped it was at least partially caused
by growing excitement rather than simply disgust or embarrassment. If he could
have seen the lump growing in Jalen's crotch beneath the table, he would have
known his hopes were very much being answered.  

"And is she up for that? Have you done that before?" Jalen bit the inside of
his cheek; he couldn't believe he'd just asked that out loud.

"No, we haven't. But, yes, I think she might be," James said, answering his
son's questions in reverse order.

"Can I interest you in dessert today?" The sound of their server suddenly
tableside made both men jump. They'd been too engrossed in their fantastical
discussion to notice her walking over to them.

"No, thanks," James managed to get out. "But I will take the check now,
please."

She reached into her apron pocket and ripped their order sheet off her pad.
"Okay. I'll meet you over at the cash register when you're ready to leave."

They left the diner and began walking back the three blocks to James's work,
where Jalen was doing a summer internship. It had been a large department
store that had gone out of business like so many of the old retail stalwarts.
James's company had gotten some good tax breaks to convert the massive empty
structure into a data warehouse, with rows and rows of server arrays spread
across the three floors.

The father and son were quiet for the first half block; James knew Jalen
needed to come at this at his own speed.

"You really think Mom would want to do this? To have..." He couldn't say the
rest out loud.

"Sex with her son? With you? Yeah, I think she would if she thought you and I
were both up for it. Now, don't get me wrong. Your mother hasn't been going
around sneaking peeks while you shower or jack off in your room. In fact, I'm
certain it's never crossed her mind. But I do know that the general topic of
incest is within her range of fantasies."

 _Incest is within her range of fantasies? Fuck!_ Thought Jalen. This sounded
like the way his dad approached a tricky networking project more than
discussing his wife cheating on him.

"On the other hand," continued James. "I could be way wrong, and she might be
ready to kill me if she knew I had ever put such ideas in your head. So, for
now, this has to stay strictly between us and I'm trusting you to be mature
enough to just let it go if she really doesn't want to try it. Can you do
that?"

"For fuck's sake, Dad. You make me think that a stereotypically common boy's
fantasy is about to come true for me, but then say you might be wrong and I'm
not supposed to do anything about it?"

After another ten steps. "Yeah, I get it. And I can stay cool if things don't
go the way you think."

They were almost to the building now. "You gotta know I'm gonna be jacking off
to thoughts of your wife on a regular basis now, right?"

James swung his head to look at his son and saw the sardonic grin. He laughed
at Jalen's dig; it was well deserved. "You and me both, kid. You and me both."

"So, what next?"

And James told him throughout the rest of the day at work. Needless to say,
young Jalen didn't learn a single thing that he could remember about setting
up a server or troubleshooting a network connection. But he sure remembered
the signs he was supposed to look for that would tell him if he was going to
get to fuck his blazing hot mother.

 **Chapter 11**

"How was work today, you two handsome nerds?" Aisha asked as she took her seat
at the dinner table after putting down the casserole dish. "Is your dad
actually making you work or do you two just sit around watching sports on
satellite TV?"

Jalen just sat there, mouth slightly open, noticing his mother's cleavage as
never before.

"Hey, satellite sports can be very educational," James threw into the silence.
"I was showing him replays of some of the old classic NBA championships
between the Lakers and the Celtics, and the Bulls versus the Jazz. Back before
the 3-pointer took away the importance of being able to drive to the hoop."

"Oh, boy. Good to know you're getting him ready for the important parts of
college."

James laughed. "This coming from the woman who was at the track a half hour
earlier and a half hour later than any of the rest of us."

"Nooo!" the youngest Seward, Aiden, suddenly exclaimed in mock horror. "Please
don't tell the story about how if she hadn't had to take a week off because of
overtraining you never would have been able to catch her—"

"And get her pregnant!" the parents crowed out in unison before breaking out
in laughter.

"I didn't think pre-marital sex was even allowed way back then," Jalen blurted
out. "Naughty Daddy. Naughty, naughty Mommy."

Aisha mentally stumbled. What was that in Jalen's tone of voice? Why was he
looking at her like that?

"Way back then!?" James replied in a tone of voice that also sounded faked or
forced to Aisha. "It was still in this century, you know? Smart ass."

When she saw James arch an eyebrow at their elder son, Aisha deflected the
conversation over to Aiden. "Only three days left until baseball camp. Getting
excited?"

"Well, I did get an e-mail confirming some of the Major Leaguers who will
visit, including an All-Star shortstop who'll be working with us infielders,
when his team has a 3-day break in their schedule."

"An All-Star? No shit?" said Jalen, the mention of the Major League star
temporarily pulling him out of his mother-fucking fantasies.

"Jalen!" his mother and father snapped, again in unison.

"Oops, sorry," he said, although his wry smile undercut the apology for his
language. "I'll tell you what, man. You already field strong but if you can
get some tips on dealing with higher level pitching, you're sure to get a
scholarship to play at a real baseball school."

Jalen's parents had been getting upset with him, but this comment brought them
up short. They caught each other's eye and shared a smile. Jalen was older and
bigger and tended to tease his younger brother a bit roughly, even though they
knew he loved Aiden. So they were always pleased when the older boy let slip
with an unexpected declaration of pride or support for his kid brother.

With the tension at the table suddenly eased, James carried on in a much
lighter tone. "It sounds like camp is going to be great. And how about the
week after you get back? Have you given any thought to how you want to
celebrate your 18th?"

"Actually, that's opening weekend of the Summer League, so I'm afraid I'll be
pretty tied up. But how about pancakes and omelets for my birthday breakfast?"

"And candles in your flapjacks instead of a cake?" James joked.

"You'll have pancakes, omelets and a cake!" declared his mother. "I can't
believe both my beautiful boys are going to be grown men. Soon you're going to
be moving out and leaving me all alone."

"All alone?" protested James. "What about me? Besides, I thought we wanted
them to finally move out so we could have more private time?" He waggled his
eyebrows.

"Don't you wish," she said with a dismissive flip of her wrist. "You can
hardly keep up with the private time you get now." Aisha was just giving back
as good as she got like usual, she didn't realize she'd played perfectly into
James's plan for Jalen.

The boy's eyes widened, and he really began to believe his dad might have been
serious. By the time dinner was over, he'd been looking at and thinking about
his mother so differently that he found himself having to hide a chubby and
scoot out of the room before anyone saw.

Later that evening Jalen heard a knock on his door and quickly snapped shut
the laptop where he'd been surfing porn sites, looking for mother-son scenes.
Fortunately, he hadn't gotten to the part where his pants came down and if he
stayed tucked up under his desk, the bulge in his sweats should be out of
sight.

"Yeah? Come in."

His father entered and closed the door behind him. He walked over and sat
heavily on the edge of Jalen's desk.

"Hey, I thought you told me you could keep your shit together?" He didn't
sound happy.

"What do you mean?" the teenager said, although he knew full well.

"'Naughty, naughty Mommy'? What the hell was that all about? And I thought you
were going to come across the table and pull her blouse off, the way you kept
staring at her tits." He took a deep breath, let it out slowly and continued
more calmly, and sadly. "Listen, I'm sorry I brought this up. It was a stupid
idea, and I shouldn't have put you in such a fucked-up position."

"No, no, it's fine, really it is. I'm sorry for losing my mind, but I promise
I've got a grip now. I mean, I've always thought Mom was beautiful, but I've
never really thought about her that way before, you know? And the idea that
she might think that way about me...but anyway, I've got my shit together now,
I promise."

"Man, I don't know if you do. But am I right in thinking that you've made up
your mind about taking part if she is up for it?"

Jalen swallowed. "Yeah. If she wants to and you really are cool with it, then
you can count me in."

"All right then. But if you do anything else to embarrass her or give this
away, especially in front of Aiden, I can promise she'll freeze us both out.
In which case I will have to kick your young ass."

"I got it. So, when are you going to ask her?"

"I told you the plan already. You just need to be patient and look for the
signs. And remember, if they don't come soon, they aren't coming at all, and I
want your word again that you'll let the whole thing go. Can you do that?"

Jalen nodded. "I can. I promise."

James smiled for the first time since entering his son's room. "Good, good."
He stood up and put a hand on his son's shoulder. "Just keep cool and remember
that this is not a done deal." He gave the shoulder a squeeze and took a few
steps towards the door before stopping and turning around.

"And do us all a favor and stay away from the incest sites when you get back
to your porn. Instead, you should look at some Femdom sites to remind yourself
that your mom is in charge of what happens next. If anything."

 _Fuck,_ Jalen thought, _how does he know everything I'm thinking?_

When his dad left, the teen opened his laptop and looked at his earlier search
results. Lots of submissive moms servicing their dominant sons. "What the fuck
is femdom?" he said out loud. Then he typed the word into the search box.
"Holy shit!"

As he hopped around, trying to understand the latex and leather on women, and
buttplugs and ball gags on guys, he sincerely hoped his pops hadn't been
trying to tell him something scary about his moms. Hell, this was the kind of
thing that should have come up much earlier; before he'd gotten Jalen to
commit to helping him carry out his husbandly duties. _I love you, Dad,_ he
thought. _But I don't think I can take this one for the team._

 **Chapter 12**

"What's so funny," asked Aisha when James came chuckling through their bedroom
door.

"I was just giving Jalen something to think about. I bet the kid has some
scary dreams tonight."

"I was hoping you were going to say something about him staring at my boobs
all night. But somehow, I don't see how that could have been a funny
conversation."

"Well, I did and in the end it was. And he understands that if he doesn't keep
his shit together, then nothing is going to come of all this."

"Oh, Christ. So, you did tell him. I knew it from the way he was looking at
me, but damn, James, you actually did it?"

"We agreed I would."

 _We agreed?_ Aisha was doubtful as to whether that was true or if James had
somehow tricked her into saying yes when she was in the throes of passion. How
could she have agreed to have sex with her own son?

James had begun shedding his clothing as soon as he'd closed and locked their
bedroom door. Theirs was the only bedroom door that did lock. Now his dark,
hard body was crawling across the mattress toward her as she lay beneath the
top sheet.

He yanked the sheet off her and straddled her naked torso. His strong hands
gripped her wrists beside her head, holding her immobile. He leaned down and
put his lips up against hers. Not kissing her, just holding them right there
so she could feel his lips move as he spoke.

"We agreed I would," he repeated. "We've talked this around and around, and
there's no getting around the risks, but there's also no getting around the
excitement you feel every time you think of it. Today was the first day that
he's looked at you as a sexual being. How did that make you feel?"

Aisha gulped nervously but joined her husband in jumping in the deep end.
"Honestly? I'll admit to a little tingle, but mostly it made me anxious. I
felt like he might just pull down his pants right in front of Aiden and tell
me to suck him, like the elder son did to his mother in front of his new
girlfriend in _Family Slut_." Aisha was referring to the _Literotica_ story by
danexxx that had precipitated this whole sexual shift in her family.

She went on. "I've said it before, and I'll say it again, that may be a fun
fantasy to read and even masturbate to, but the reality..." The reality was,
when she'd had that idea earlier at dinner about Jalen whipping it out right
there, what she'd felt in her pussy had been much more than a tingle.

Now James did kiss her, gently. Then, releasing her wrists, he began working
his way backwards until he was able to kiss her large, lovely breasts.

"And as I've said many times, we're not trying to follow that story step-by-
step. The goal is not to turn you into our Family Slut; it's to turn Jalen
into your Spare Cock." He kissed, licked and sucked his way around the mounds
to their blunt tips.

"It excites you to think about me with another man, doesn't it?" Her voice was
lower now, more sensuous as she let herself slip away from her anxiety and
into the fantasy they'd begun building together ever since he'd caught her
jilling off to incest videos and erotica.

"I can't wait to see Jalen slip his young cock into you." James kissed his way
across her tummy to her mons venus.

"See? Who says you're going to see anything?"

He paused his nuzzling and looked up at her over her body.

"You agreed that if this happens, it happens my way. And my way does not start
with the two of you doubling up on me. If Jalen is really just to be my
little-bit-on-the-side, then I want to keep him on the side. I don't want him
to be a part of our regular sex life. And he needs to have the ideas of
privacy and discretion driven home from the very beginning. Don't you agree?"

James went back to kissing the puffy lips and prominent clit he loved so much.
In between butterfly kisses up and down her snatch, he said, "You're
absolutely right. I couldn't have said it better myself."

She relaxed and spread her legs farther apart. "Tell me what you told him.
What is he expecting, and do I have to worry about being jumped at the
breakfast table?"

As James slowly walked his lips and tongue over his wife's crotch and thighs,
he assured her that their agreed plan was still in place. Jalen didn't know
how much she knew; he thought it was a new idea that James would be floating
past her over the next couple of days before Aiden left for his 2-week
baseball camp. That if she was interested in the idea, she would give him
signs he should recognize. And then, if he was still on board, he would
respond to those signs with his own. That way, they both had escape routes
they could use before anything went too far.

"And you're sure he wants me to give him those signs? He isn't grossed out by
the idea of his old mama coming onto him?"

"He's in his room right now jacking off to that very idea," her husband
assured her. _If he isn't too worried about you trying to put a dog collar on
him,_ he laughed to himself, remembering his guidance to his son to look at
some Femdom sites. James had heard Jalen in action with that hot, White
cheerleader Judy last year and had no doubts that his strapping stud of a son
would want to play a dominant, not a submissive role, with any woman. Probably
even more so with his mother. _Hmm, I'll have to talk to him about that._
James hoped Jalen would give Aisha the extra sexual pleasure she craved, but
he didn't want his son to lose respect for his mother. "Please, Mom," vs.
"Come here, Mommy-pet," could be a fine line to walk.

James did have that talk with Jalen the next day. He told his son that he'd
spoken with his mother the night before and had given her the green light to
go ahead with her seduction of their son if she wanted to.

"And now I'm taking my hand off the wheel and letting this thing go where she
wants," he told his son. "If it just rolls to a stop, then that's it. I, and
especially you, won't do anything to try and get it moving. I don't actually
want your mom screwing anyone else, but I also don't want her going without -
if I can't meet all her needs. Like I told you from the start, this could all
be my own insecurity. She's said she's content with the amount of sex we're
having and that may be true. At least for now. But I'm worried about the
future-But you've heard all that. The most important thing right now is that
no matter what does or doesn't happen, if you love your mother, you won't
disrespect her."

Jalen agreed and promised again to stay cool and quiet and never do anything
to hurt or embarrass his mother whether they became lovers or not. Then he
mentally directed himself to just let it all go for now. After all, he
couldn't really expect to see any of these mysterious signs from his mother
before Saturday, after Aiden had taken off. And it was only Thursday morning
now.

His resolution to not think about it lasted about a minute for each of his
years, 18, almost 19. Then he was imagining Saturday morning.

\- Pops would drive Aiden and all his gear over to the community ballfield to
catch the bus to camp. As soon as she heard them drive away, his mother would
tear open her blouse and beg her son to nurse.

\- OR Jalen would be in the shower Saturday morning and his naked moms would
appear outside the glass door asking if there was room for two.

\- OR he would wake up Saturday morning to find her sucking him in his bed.
She'd say she couldn't wait any longer, but that they had to be quiet this
first time since Aiden was right across the hall.

But in all these wild imaginings, he never thought that things would actually
start before Saturday, and he especially never imagined that it would be Aiden
who got the ball rolling.

His father would also be surprised by not only the timing and cause, but also
by how quickly that ball picked up speed once it did get rolling. Too much
speed and headed out of bounds? Only time would tell, and the players would
have to judge for themselves, there could be no objective referees in this
game.

 **Chapter 13**

It was Thursday night, and the Seward family was at the dinner table.

"After dinner, I'm going to go over to Mark's," Aiden said. Mark Henderson was
a baseball teammate and Aiden's best friend.

" _Counter-Strike_ or _Fortnite_?" asked his dad. Not surprisingly, the
computer engineer had been into gaming since his own youth.

" _CS GO_ ," answered his younger son. While Jalen was doing the IT internship
with James this summer, Aiden was actually the bigger computer geek. Between
his school grades and baseball abilities, he would likely get a scholarship to
a large university after senior year, while Jalen was enrolling in community
college.

"Jalen," Aiden said to his big brother. "If Judy's there, I know she's going
to ask about you again." Aiden was referring to Mark's older sister, who was
Jalen's ex-girlfriend. "Are you seeing anyone new? What are you doing this
summer? Blah, blah, blah. What do you want me to tell her?"

"Wow," said Aisha. "It's been, what, six months since you broke up with Judy?
But it sounds like she's still not over you."

Jalen squirmed a bit under the attention. To Aiden, he said, "Just tell her
I'm staying busy working at Dad's. And that maybe I'm going out with someone,
but you're not sure."  

"Are you?" all three of his family members asked in unison, which sparked a
round of laughter among them and another squirm from Jalen.

Then the dark, handsome young man straightened up like the biggest guy in the
room, which he was, and looked over at his mother. He managed to hold a pretty
good poker face as he said, "Could be. There's this new girl I've noticed and
I'm thinking of asking her out."

Aisha's café latte complexion was the lightest in the family and James noticed
a slight deepening in her cheeks. She only blushed like that when extremely
embarrassed or extremely excited. _Probably both, this time_ , he thought.
Jalen's play was a little outside the rules James had laid down, but his
father had to give him credit, it was a smooth play.

Upstairs in their room after dinner, Aisha and James were changing into
lounging wear before heading back down to watch a movie.

"He's thinking of asking me out?" Aisha snorted as she buttoned up the top of
her flannel pajama set.

James wore grey warm up pants and pulled on a short-sleeved sweatshirt. He
chuckled. "It was a good line; you should have seen your face."

"I'm just worried that Aiden saw my face," the anxious mother replied sternly.

"It wasn't that bad," he assured her. "I really only saw it because I knew
what was going on behind the scenes. But I will talk to him again about
boundaries."

Aisha's face was still tight, with her mouth screwed up to respond, but James
swept her into his arms and planted a kiss on her neck.

"You did tease him about Judy first," he reminded her. "How about a nice gin
and tonic to help you unwind?"

"Sounds good," agreed Aisha as she relaxed in her husband's strong arms.

Walking down the hall, they saw Jalen's door was open and paused to look in.
James looked over Aisha's shoulder as he held his crotch tight against her
full ass.

Jalen was at his desk, looking over some kind of training manual.

"Hey," Mrs. Seward said to her eldest. "I thought you graduated last week? You
aren't already getting started on next fall's classes, are you?"

"Cisco certification," Jalen said sadly. "It's part of my internship."

Aisha looked at her husband. "The boy's only been out of school a week;
doesn't he get any kind of a break?"

James held up his hands and laughed. "He has all summer to complete them; I
just recommended he not wait until the last minute."

"Well, I think you should let him rest on his high school laurels at least
through the weekend." To Jalen she said, "Dad and I are going to watch a
movie. Do you want to join us?"

Jalen would usually give this invitation an automatic no; he'd only planned on
studying an hour or so before going online to play a game or surf porn. Now he
took in his mother framed in his doorway. Her pajamas were soft and loose, but
the shape of her large breasts pressing forward made it clear she'd taken off
her bra for the night. And with the top three buttons of her shirt undone, he
could see flashes of light brown curves.

"Sure," he said with a smile, closing his Cisco book. "What are we watching?"

"I've gotta warn you," said his father. "It's Mom's turn to pick tonight. I
don't think we're watching _Us_ or _Black Panther._ "

Aisha threw an elbow lightly back into her husband's midriff and he 'oophed!'
theatrically.

"Just for that I should make you watch a real drippy chick-flick," she said.
"But I don't want to scare off Jalen. Hey," she said with sudden gusto. "Did
you ever get around to watching _Hidden Figures_?"

"That's the one about you helping America get into space, isn't it?" her son
said, displaying the wicked wit that was a Seward family trait.

James laughed and got another elbow to the gut. This one actually had a little
oomph to it.

Downstairs they settled in with bowls of popcorn, Jalen in an armchair, his
parents curled into each other on the sofa.

"Sure I can't have one of those?" he said, nodding at the Tanqueray and tonics
on the coffee table in front of them. So far, he only had a Dr. Pepper.

"Sorry, kid, 18 and a high school diploma will only get you so far in this
state," said his father.

"Or in this house," emphasized his mother.

At around the halfway point, they paused the film so James could mix another
drink for Aisha.

"Nothing more for you?" asked Jalen.

"You and I have work tomorrow," his father answered as he gathered the empty
glasses. "While your mother has a break before the summer term starts."

When he headed off to the kitchen, Aisha patted the sofa next to her and
nodded her son over. As he sat down, she indicated the frozen image on the
screen. "So, what do you think so far?"

"It's pretty fucked up," he replied in a serious, slightly angry tone. "Sorry,
I mean messed up," he added quickly.

His mother considered a moment and then said, "No, you're right, it was fucked
up." When his eyebrows went up, she said, "No, I'm not condoning that kind of
language as a normal thing from now on. But as your father's been pointing
out, now that you've graduated high school and have a good plan for college,
we should start treating you more like an adult. And sometimes that will allow
for adult talk. But only when it's appropriate to the situation."

"Appropriate to what situation?" asked James as he carried in Aisha's G&T and
fresh sodas for him and Jalen.

"We were talking about the movie so far," answered Aisha, "and how bad things
were for women, especially women of color back then. You know," she said to
Jalen, "Your great-grandmother actually worked for NASA back in the sixties,
in Houston."

"Wow, really? She was a mathematician like you, like the women in the movie?"

"No," his mother replied ruefully. "With the educational opportunities she
had, the best job she could get was cleaning offices in the Johnson Space
Center. Although, of course, it wasn't yet named after Johnson back then."

"Messed up," Jalen said again. He made a move to give his place back to his
father, but James waved him down and sat in the armchair.

 **Chapter 14**

By the time the movie ended, Aisha had finished her second drink and was lying
on her side, with her head propped up against one sofa arm, and her lower legs
stretched out over Jalen's lap at the couch's other end.

"Are things better now?" her son asked, idly massaging his mother's calves
through her flannel bottoms. His voice was somber.

Aisha considered. "Yes. I have to say that things are much better than what
those women faced back then. But, of course, what they faced then was still
much better than what their grandmothers faced, let alone what their great-
great-grandmothers faced under slavery. However, there's still a long way to
go. For women in general. For Black people in general. And especially, still
for Black women."

"Race is weird," Jalen said. His tone now more one of confusion than anger or
sadness.

His parents caught the change and exchanged looks.

"How so?" asked his father. "Have you been facing any troubles?"

"What? Oh, no, nothing like that. It's just weird how it can come up
sometimes."

His mother had an intuition. "Baby, did race play a role in your breakup with
Judy?" From the way his expression changed she could tell she'd hit the mark.

"It sounds like it did in a way that's got you confused. You should tell us
about it," she said.

"It's like one of our network system problems at work," added her husband.
"Talking it out can be the best way to get through the confusion."

"I don't know," hemmed their son. "It's kind of personal."

Aisha sat up, swiveled on her hip, and moved close to Jalen. She tucked her
legs up under her as she put one hand on his shoulder, the other on his upper
arm.

"Earlier I said we wanted to start trying to treat you more like an adult,"
she said. "In fact, I think your father has had some pretty serious
discussions with you about that." She looked into his face and he could only
hold her gaze for a moment before he looked back down into his lap.

"I take it this is not only about race, but also about sex, two very sensitive
issues. You have questions, but you know you're not going to get any sensible
answers from your school buddies. So, ask us."

James asked, "Was it her parents? Were they unhappy about her having sex with
a Black man?"

When her son froze, Aisha squeezed him lightly with each hand. "Um, baby," she
said gently. "We know you and Judy were having sex. I have to admit we heard
you more than once when you two were in your room supposedly doing homework."

Jalen looked deeper into his lap.

"I didn't give you those reminders about wearing protection back then by
coincidence," his father added in a lighter tone. Then he got more serious
again. "You know, I always thought you broke up with her. Was it really her
breaking up with you because of the race difference?"

"Yes and no. It was a race issue, but I'm the one who broke it off."

Both parents stayed quiet; Aisha gently stroked his bicep, finding herself
distracted by how strong and firm it felt.

"It really is pretty personal," Jalen said again. "I mean, explicitly
personal."

"As explicitly personal as what your father told you about our sex life?" his
mother said in a low voice as her right hand slid from his arm to his chest,
where she found a pec just as impressive as the bicep. The teen just nodded.

"Now, I'm not going to say that that means I now have the right to hear
something about you in return," she said. "But since the topic has been
broached, you really don't have to be shy about talking plainly about sex with
us now."

The boy sighed deeply. "She was all hung up about me being Black." Then he let
it come rushing out. "It was all about my 'Big black cock'." They could hear
the quotation marks in his voice. "She could never just say, 'Fuck me, Jalen.'
It was always, 'Fuck me with your big black cock, Jalen.' 'Stuff my little
white pussy with your black snake.' She used to blow me in front of my
dressing mirror 'cause she liked how dirty it looked to see me, 'Shove your
black cock into my slutty white mouth.'

"At first I got off on it. But as time went by it got kind of tired. And it
made me feel weird about slaves and masters. I mean, I really liked her at
first, but the more she begged to be 'blacked', the more I felt like her
mandingo, her walking black dildo. But on the other hand, I also started
thinking of her less as my girlfriend and more as my White whore.

"She seemed to be able to treat our public relationship and our private sex
lives separately, but the more I just thought of her as my White fuck hole,
the less I wanted to hang out with her away from the bedroom. So, when the
Christmas break came and she went with her family on that ski trip, I realized
I didn't want to date her anymore, just fuck her. So, I decided to break it
off entirely."

 **Chapter 15**

Stunned silence filled the air.

"Well," said James awkwardly. "That would qualify as talking plainly."

Aisha came up on her knees and leaned in to plant a big kiss on her son's
cheek. "I'm proud of you baby."

"Me too. And impressed," added James. "Your intuitions were right, and you
made the best choice. I'm sure your hormones were fighting against you, but
you did the smart thing even if you didn't understand why."

"Hormones...yeah, I guess that's one way of putting it," the boy said
sarcastically.

Aisha noticed that despite the strain in his voice, her son's crotch had
bulged a bit as he said such raunchy things in front of his mother. Her hand
moved swiftly, but subtly down across his flat abdomen, stopping just short of
the bulge.

"I'm sure it was hard giving up that sweet, young pussy," she crooned. "Judy's
a beautiful girl. I know your father sure wanted to tap that."

She chuckled inside when she felt her son tense up under her hands and saw the
same change in posture in her husband over in his seat. _His idea, his
consequences._

"Are you going to deny it?" she leered at James. Then, to Jalen, "Those times
we heard you two going at it in your bedroom? Your dad fucked me extra hard
those nights. Didn't you, baby?" she said, finishing back with James.

Jalen looked over at his father who at first looked as shocked as the boy felt
about his mother's words. Then his dad seemed to relax, and a smile played
across his mouth. Finally, he just tilted his head a little to the side and
gave a small shrug. Jalen wasn't sure if his father was admitting to lusting
after Judy or just reminding Jalen that he'd taken his hand off the wheel and
his wife was now guiding this vessel where she wanted. Either way, he was sure
he'd not only gotten one of those 'signs' from his mother he'd been told to
look for, but he'd also gotten a confirming sign from his father.

"So, she liked being submissive and giving in to your big black cock?" asked
his mother.

"That's another thing," the boy said nervously. "I'm not sure it's really all
that big. I think she just liked to say it was big or something."

"Not big compared to what you've seen in pornos, I'm guessing," said Aisha.
"The thing is, you can't compare yourself to those, because it's like the NBA.
They recruit the biggest guys they can find, the freaks of nature sometimes."
Her hand moved directly onto the cock trying to swell its way to freedom.

"Do you want to show your big black cock to Mommy? So I can let you know the
truth about your size and maybe Judy's obsession?" She managed to keep her
voice calm and neutral, but the butterflies were going crazy in her stomach,
and she could feel the wetness growing in her cunny.

The befuddled son took another quick glance over at his father. Still just a
ghost of a smile, but then, a slight nod. Jalen had also changed into comfy
clothes after dinner and was wearing black Under Armour warm up pants. He slid
his thumbs under the waistband, lifted his hips off the sofa cushion and
slipped the pants down to mid-thigh. His cock wasn't completely hard yet, but
it did pop up as the elastic waistband went past.

"Yes," purred Aisha. "I can see why she fell in love with it." Her son's cock
looked a lot like his father's, a rich black shaft, with a shiny, slightly
lighter-colored head. But even though it wasn't at full size yet, it appeared
that Jalen might be packing a bit more than James.

"I suppose you've done the typical guy searches about how big is normal and
other such nonsense," she said. As she continued talking in a calm, detached
tone of voice, she nonchalantly wrapped her hand around Jalen's rod and began
rhythmically squeezing. He grew quickly.

"I won't say that size doesn't matter, but what you do with it really does
matter more." As he stiffened, she shifted from squeezing in pulses to rolling
the loose skin up and down over the meat. It was only seconds before she had
him at full erection. She paused and gazed intently at the beautiful staff in
her hand, shifting it around to see it from different angles.

"But, yes, you do have a big one." She knew her husband's cock was seven and a
half inches long and judged Jalen to be about the same, plus or minus a
quarter inch. She was having trouble deciding if he was longer or shorter
because her perspective was messed up. Messed up by the fact that the boy was
undoubtedly thicker than his father. She could touch the tips of her thumb and
pinkie finger around the base of James' cock, so it was a bit smaller than her
wrist. But with Jalen she could just touch the tips of her thumb and ring
finger together, making it the same size as her wrist. Her husband could
really fill a woman up, but her son would be incredible. Without thinking, she
was lowering herself, bringing her mouth closer to the fat head.

"In fact, I'd say you had the third biggest cock I've ever actually touched."
She held it as close as a microphone to her mouth now, and the boy felt her
breath and the brush of her lips against his sensitive knob and moaned softly.

He felt like he had to say something to prove all this was real. "So," he
murmured. "Is Dad number one or number two?"

Aisha turned her eyes to James, seemingly only now remembering her husband was
sitting just a few feet away. "Actually," she drawled. "Your father just
dropped to number four." Turning back to Jalen's cock, she slid her open mouth
over the head, with its pearls of pre-cum at the slit, and let her son stretch
her mouth.

As she slowly stroked the lower half of the black shaft, she relaxed her jaw
to take more of the upper half into her mouth. She suddenly wanted to deep
throat her son so badly, but she knew she'd have to work up to it. And she
determined that she would.

She'd sucked the beautiful cock only a minute or two before she began to sense
warning signs that her son might not last much longer. She pulled her mouth
off slowly and theatrically, letting long strands of saliva stretch down from
her tongue to the shiny head. She kept coming up, uncurling her legs and
getting to her feet. When she was upright, she was facing her husband and saw
that he had his hand under the waistband of his warm-ups, obviously squeezing
his own hard cock.

Looking directly into his eyes, she slowly dragged the back of her wrist and
hand across her mouth to wipe away the spit. Then she stepped over to where
James sat in his front row seat to incest. Leaning down, she brought their
lips together and pushed her cock-sucking tongue into his mouth. He was
hesitant, almost resistant at first, but she insisted and soon they were
making out passionately.

She broke off the kiss and pulled her head back just enough so they could
focus on each other's eyes. "I'll see you up in bed," she said. "Later."

She laid one more soft kiss on his lips and turned back to her son. She walked
over and held out her hand. When Jalen took it, she pulled him to his feet.
She released his hand a moment to allow him to pull up his pants; his cock
formed an impressive tent. Then she took his hand again and without a word,
led him upstairs to the bedrooms.

 **Chapter 16**

James sat there in awe, not really believing what he'd just seen. The house
was silent as he watched his wife lead their big-dicked 18-year-old son
upstairs for sex. Because, of course, that was exactly what was going to
happen. Just as he'd set up. They passed out of sight and he heard a door open
and close. It was too close to be his and Aisha's bedroom, so, she'd taken
Jalen into his own room. At least there was that. James pulled his pants down
mid-thigh as his son had done earlier and slowly stroked his pulsing rod as he
imagined what his wife was doing with their son.

When the door clicked close behind them, Aisha spun around and pressed her son
back against his door. Hungrily she put her mouth on his and made out with
another man for the first time in some twenty years.

Then Jalen was gripping her shoulders and she could feel the strength in him
as he spun her around and pinned her against the door. At six-foot-one, the
teen had most of an inch on his father. Both had naturally lanky frames, but
Jalen had worked hard to put on pounds of muscle to improve his game on the
football field and the basketball court. At 195 he had more than 10 pounds on
his father and was strong and determined enough to battle with a big tight end
or attack the paint.

Aisha was already eagerly anticipating Jalen driving down the center of her
lane, but she'd been a pretty good point guard herself in high school and knew
about setting the right pace so the team could last the whole 32 minutes. She
suddenly dipped down, slipping away from both his lips and his hands. As she
pivoted around his hip, she took hold of his waistband and spun him around
with her as she circled deeper into the room.

When she had him backed up against the side of his double bed, Aisha dropped
to her knees in front of him. She still had her fingers under the waistbands
of his warm-ups and the briefs beneath and took both down with her. Her son's
cock sprung up aggressively once freed from the restraining clothes and the
wanton mother attacked it.  

Young Jalen was still too stunned to think rationally about what was going on,
but he didn't need to be rational right now. He quickly pulled his shirt up
over his head and threw it aside so he could more clearly see his beautiful
mother slobbering all over his throbbing cock.

Aisha pushed her son's pelvis back until he sat on the edge of his bed. Then
she really went to work. She knew no boy could last long under such
circumstances, at least not the first time, and she was going to get that
first time out of the way.

"Oh, fuck, Mom."

She pulled her mouth off him just long enough to say, "Don't hold back. Give
it to me. Cum in Mommy's mouth."

So he came.

And soon after, so did she.

Aisha was completely primed. First from anticipating drinking down her own
son's cum and then from actually swallowing the massive load. As soon as her
throat was clear of Jalen's salty cream, she placed her hands under his knees
and lifted and pushed. He quickly caught on, and shifted backwards a foot onto
the bed, his lower legs still hanging down.

The horny MILF stripped off her pajama bottoms and panties. Then Aisha
clambered on board, not giving his young cock a chance to even think of going
down. She straddled him in a cowgirl, took his cock in her hand, and split her
labia with the velvet-covered head. She'd had half a thought of dropping down
on him all at once, but then she remembered his thickness. When his head began
spreading her open, it was incredibly tight, but it was also obvious just how
wet and ready for him she was. Slowly and carefully, she slid down the fat
pole, loving every hard inch, and didn't stop until she was sitting on him
with her full weight.

The feeling of fullness took her breath away and she felt herself cumming. She
instantly began rubbing her clit and taking short, fast bounces to turn the
orgasm from a small surprise into a full-blown climax.

Jalen was past doubt and into pure pleasure. He'd loved it when Judy had
ridden him this way, looking especially hot with her 34B's jiggling up and
down. He began unbuttoning his mother's pajama top, dying to see her bigger,
fuller breasts. He peeled the shirt open as she was coming down from her
orgasm and just grinding herself against him. Her tits were magnificent! He
was glad he'd forgotten to turn off his desk lamp earlier so he could see them
more clearly. He worked the shirt off her shoulders and she shrugged the top
backward and he felt it slide down his shins on its way to the floor.

Gripping her hips and thrusting with his own, he got her riding again. He
pushed her to post higher on her knees, taking longer strokes on his still-
hard cock. When he upped the pace a bit, her boobs bounced beautifully. He had
to have them. He released her hips and she went back to grinding against his
pelvis with his dick buried to the hilt. Jalen crunched up, took the 38D's in
his hands with the dexterous control of a good point guard and brought one of
the large, dark areolae with its generous nipple to his mouth. So different
than Judy's pale, berry-topped titties. _Different and better?_ They screamed
sex, he decided, which definitely made them better tonight. He suckled on the
breast that had first fed him.

In a hot, perverted mental link that mother and son unknowingly shared, Aisha
suddenly wished she had milk for her son. Milk that he could drink while
fucking his slutty mother. Well, she didn't have milk, but she did have a
hard, young cock at hand and for the next hour she made best use of it.

 **Chapter 17**

The debauched mother was on her knees, face in a pillow, big ass up in the air
and her corrupted son had just come for the third time, leaving a second load
inside the vagina that had spit him out into the world.

Suddenly Aisha heard a slight rumbling, apparently coming through Jalen's
street-side window. With her attention drawn that direction she also finally
registered a higher-pitched sound that had been building in volume for a few
seconds before she'd heard the rumble. _Aiden's home!_ The rumble was a garage
door rolling up to allow him to park his high-pitched moped inside for the
night.

"Damn," moaned Jalen as he pulled his spent penis from his mother's sloppy
cooch. He twisted as he fell to the side, ending up stretched out on his back
alongside Aisha.

"We probably are," quipped the incestuous mother. But there was only laughter,
no regret in her voice. She swung her face over her son's and gave him a long,
warm goodnight kiss.

Then she smoothly slid off the bed, found and pulled up her panties and pajama
bottoms and picked up her top before heading toward the door.

"Moms?"

She turned and blew him a kiss. "Shh. Good night, baby. We'll talk tomorrow."

As she pulled the door closed behind her, she heard a noise at the top of the
stairs. She spun in a panic, clutching the flannel top over her breasts. Aiden
shouldn't have been able to get parked, into the house and up the stairs that
fast!

James came rushing up in a quiet glide. He'd stayed downstairs to keep an eye
out for Aiden's return, becoming increasingly worried that his wife hadn't yet
finished her illicit liaison with their older son. He'd been debating on
whether he should stay downstairs and loudly delay Aiden to warn the other two
or go upstairs to break things up before the younger boy caught his mother in
his big brother's room. He'd opted for the second and had been incredibly
relieved to see Aisha already coming out of Jalen's room.

He gently took hold of her elbow as he came up to her and kept on moving. She
fell in with him and the two were closing their bedroom door behind them just
as Aiden was opening the door from the garage into the laundry room.

Aisha could see the rush of competing emotions in her husband's eyes and sense
the flood of questions struggling to be first out of his mouth. Just as she'd
done earlier with their son, she took control and pressed James back against
their bedroom door and began kissing him.

Her pajama top was dropped to the floor and his sweatshirt soon followed. As
her soft breasts pressed against his hard chest, he thought they felt wet,
maybe slippery. Sweat? Or cum? His cock throbbed at the first thought and
jumped at the second.

Aisha felt her husband's dick growing against her through their lounging
bottoms and did another repeat move from her taboo session with Jalen.
Dropping to her knees, she peeled his remaining clothes down to his ankles and
took the dark chocolate cock into her mouth. He didn't stuff her mouth as much
as Jalen did, but he did fill her, and she was happy to find herself as giddy
with pleasure over her husband's cock as ever.

"Get on the bed," she ordered as she rose to her feet after getting him fully
erect. As he climbed into the center of their king-sized and pulled some
pillows under his head, Aisha went to a nightstand and turned on a bedside
lamp. The moon coming through the windows weren't enough for what she wanted
him to see.

She shucked her flannel bottoms to the floor but kept her panties on. James
could see a large dark spot in the gusset of the pale blue briefs. The panties
stayed on as she mounted the bed and duplicated the third move she'd put on
the other man in that other bed just down the hall. Throwing one leg over his
hips, she stood high on her knees above the hard cock laying tight against his
lower belly.

"Can you see?" she said throatily.

"Yes."

"Do you want to see? See what I did with our son? What you made me do?"

Another, "Yes." This one in a strangled choke.

The voluptuous Black beauty pulled the crotch of her panties to the side and
clamped her well-trained pussy muscles. A blob of white goo oozed out, hung
for a second, and then plopped directly onto her husband's shaft just above
where his balls connected to it. Balls now taut with their own load of jizz.

Realizing that most of Jalen's creampie had already dripped into her briefs,
the newly-shared wife lifted her husband's cock and guided the tip into the
gusset of her drenched panties. She used her other hand to squeeze the fabric
around the head, to smear it with the combined mess of male and female cum
that had built up from the boy's two orgasms and his mother's three.

Continuing her re-enactment of her seduction of their son, Aisha pulled her
panties aside again and put James's cockhead at the entrance of her well-used
pussy.

"This is what I did with Jalen," she said. With your son. This is how he put
his big dick inside of me." She paused. "The first time." Then she dropped.

 **Chapter 18**

Jalen drifted off with images of his mother in his head and hopes that she
would sneak back into his bed once Aiden was asleep. That didn't happen, so
his first thought upon waking Friday morning was that it had all been a sordid
dream. But the unmistakable smell of her perfume on his pillow reassured him
otherwise. His second thought was that he'd get downstairs before the other
males and get himself at least a grope and a kiss while she made breakfast.
That didn't happen either.

A cry of, "Jalen!" came at the same time as the knock on his door. Then Aiden
was poking his head into the room. "Dad says to get your ass in gear or you're
going to have to take the bus in to work."

Fuck! He'd been so knocked out by the night's events that he hadn't set his
alarm. He rushed into the bathroom he shared with Aiden and wiped deodorant
into his pits as he swirled a gulp of mouthwash around. As he dressed back in
his room, he popped in a stick of gum to support the mouthwash in making up
for not cleaning his teeth either last night or this morning.

Hitting the bottom of the staircase he saw his father standing by the door,
getting a goodbye kiss from his mother. She was wearing a dressing gown over a
nightdress. Of course, she was on her own summer break and didn't have to
dress for any early Zoom meetings or classes. He walked over with a half-baked
thought of getting his own goodbye kiss, but his mother just gently stroked
his cheek as she'd done in lieu of kisses for some years now. Jalen would have
kicked himself if he'd remembered he was the one who had stopped her always
kissing him hello and goodbye when he'd became a teen and "too grown up for
such baby stuff".

"Have a good day, love," she said as normal. At least her smile did seem
warmer than usual. Or was he fooling himself?

"Yeah, enjoy your work-a-day drudge," sneered Aiden from the kitchen. He was
sitting at the center island working on a bowl of cereal and was also still in
pajamas. The way a guy was supposed to enjoy his summer vacation, Jalen
thought sourly. Then it hit him. Aiden was going to be home all day alone with
their mother and they were both just lounging in sleepwear. Jalen remembered
how easily the soft cotton pieces had fallen off his mother last night.

"C'mon, let's go," griped his father. "We're already going to be late as it
is."

Halfway to the data plant, James snapped, "Damn, boy! Did you skip a shower
just to mess with me? I won't have that kind of shit."

The irate dad looked over at his son in the passenger seat. The boy's mouth
hung open in clueless confusion. James took a breath and let it out. "You
smell like your mother," he said. "Like pussy and perfume."

"Oh, shit! No, Dad, I didn't know, it was just that I was so late and—"

"Okay, okay, it's all right." Then he smiled crookedly. "But don't be
surprised if you find me rubbing up against you all day long."

Jalen hung his head in embarrassment, but also found himself wishing he could
smell himself. Mom's pussy and perfume, could there be anything better?

After a useless day at work, the men had driven home. His dad hadn't said a
word all day about the night before, but he did sneak up on Jalen twice and
start rubbing up against him as promised. The second time he slipped in an,
"Oh, baby, you smell so good," before Jalen could shake him off.

Mom was in gardening clothes instead of sleepwear when they got home, and
Aiden was out somewhere. Jalen offered to help in the garden, hoping to get
some close-up time with his mother. But it was his father who accepted Jalen's
offer and set the boy to mowing the yards, while he himself helped Aisha among
her flowers.

Jalen finally got his shower when they all cleaned up after working outside.
But then Aiden was back and it was time for dinner. After dinner they all
watched some thriller on Netflix. Jalen couldn't have told you what, since all
he could think about was his mother coming to join him once his little brother
was in bed. But again, that didn't happen.

His mother was too busy in her own bedroom that Friday night. James had her
tell and re-enact her entire session with their son from the previous night,
with James playing the role of Jalen. There were two main differences in the
way the father played the son. The first was near the beginning of their
lovemaking. James, having more control than Jalen, didn't blast his first load
uncontrollably into his wife's mouth, even though she got to suck him twice as
long. That meant he was able to match his son in eventually dropping two loads
into Aisha's hot cunt. This was followed by the second difference near the end
of their night. After filling her up doggy style as Jalen had done, James
flipped the boy's mother over and ate his creampie out of her, sending Aisha
to her fourth or fifth orgasm of the night.

 **Chapter 19**

Saturday morning, Jalen found himself the last one downstairs again. The other
three were up early to send Aiden off to baseball camp. His mother had fried
up bacon and eggs, with grits on the side and the three of them were finishing
up as the older son stumbled into the kitchen.

"Thanks for breakfast, Mom," Aiden said before gathering up their dirty plates
and putting them into the dishwasher.

His dad was pouring the rest of the coffee from his porcelain cup into a
travel mug and then topping that off from the coffee maker. "You've already
got everything loaded in the car, right?"

"Just need my backpack," confirmed Aiden.

"Okay then, let's go." He stopped by Aisha and kissed her on the lips. "Be
back soon."

"Can you stop at the Piggly Wiggly and pick up some orange juice, bacon, and
eggs on your way back? We've used most of what we had this morning."

"Sure."

Aiden came to his mother's side and kissed her cheek. "Bye, Mom, see you in a
couple'a weeks."

 _Am I the only one who doesn't regularly kiss Mom?_ Thinking about it, Jalen
realized it was true. Aiden had always been more physically affectionate and
that hadn't changed as he'd grown. Jalen hoped it wasn't too late to change
things for himself.

"Text us that you got there safe," Aisha said to Aiden, "And have fun."

"Thanks, I will. Love you."

"Love you, too." And then the door to the laundry room closed. "Would you like
some eggs?" Aisha asked her eldest.

"Yeah, sure. Thanks." He watched her move around the kitchen, taking conscious
note for the first time of how sure and graceful she was even in the simplest
movements. He'd obviously heard all about her success as a high school and
college athlete, but after seeing and feeling those still powerful muscles
flexing and rolling under the smooth, naked skin, Jalen had a new appreciation
for his mother's fitness and beauty.

He was dying to get up and take her in his arms or even just to say something
about the night before last, but he managed to keep both hands and tongue
under control. As he'd lain in bed last night, staring at the ceiling and
wondering how his mother and his father had gone on all day as if nothing
life-changing had happened the night before, it had suddenly hit him. It was a
test! His dad had said he would have to prove he could keep his cool if he
wanted anything more to happen and they were giving him the silent treatment
to see if he could.

Another part of his brain also remembered what his father had said about it
all being up to his mother. He'd warned Jalen that she might not want to do it
at all or might not want to do it a second time if she felt too guilty after
the first. It could be that they'd agreed there wouldn't be a second time and
were just trying to go on as if it had never happened.

But that just didn't seem right. Surely, if she did want to stop, one or both
of them would tell him straight up so there wouldn't be any confusion. That
reinforced the idea that it was all just a test of his maturity and restraint
and damned if he was going to fail.

"Sweetie, are you okay?"

No response from the boy.

"Jalen?"

Jalen came out of his daze, finally realizing his mother had put a plate of
food down in front of him. She'd also asked him something. What was it?

"Oh, yeah, I'm fine," he finally answered with chagrin. "Just thinking about
something else, I guess." Picking up fork and knife, he nodded at his plate
and said, "Thanks, Mom."

Aisha chuckled internally as she turned back to the counter to clean up the
breakfast makings. James had bet Jalen would lose control of himself before
Friday was over and when their son had made it, James had given her 2-to-1 to
extend the bet. He'd said the kid wouldn't last a half hour past Aiden's
departure Saturday morning, especially because James would also be gone. This
wagering had started late Thursday, when she and James had been cuddling after
her husband had taken his sloppy seconds. They were talking about what, if
anything, should happen next between her and Jalen. Both realized that as hot
as the session had been, things could still go terribly wrong and screw up
their family. They also both agreed that Jalen's behavior was the key. He'd
said he could handle the bizarre situation, but they'd decided to see if his
actions matched his words without any prompting from them.

Now, Jalen sat at the table, slowly and quietly working his way through his
breakfast while Aisha sat at the kitchen island sipping orange juice and
checking messages on her phone. The companionable silence was actually normal
for when everyone was operating on different schedules, although it did feel a
bit more strained. P _regnant with portents_ , she thought.

When Jalen laid down his utensils, Aisha glanced at the clock. She'd won the
bet. Not only had Jalen had gone off to bed Friday night without making any
improper comments or contact, despite being obviously amped up, he'd also made
it through a half hour alone with her with no wrong steps.

"Thanks, again," he said when she picked up his empty plate and glass and
brought them over to the sink.

With her back to him and the water running to cover her actions, she
surreptitiously unbuttoned her pajama top - a silk one this time, with a silk
robe on top. She held the whole thing closed as she stepped back over to him,
as he continued sitting at the breakfast table.

"Jalen, you said earlier you were thinking about something else. Was it this?"
She pulled open her robe and pajama blouse; she wasn't wearing a bra.

"Oh, God, yes," he groaned.

She stepped right up against him, lifted a large mammary in one hand and put
the other on the back of his neck. "Suck," she cooed as she pulled his head
forward. "Suck Mommy's big tit."

 **Chapter 20**

James got home and didn't see anyone. "Honey, I'm home," he called. Getting no
answer, he emptied the small bag of groceries into the fridge. A full dozen
eggs and two packs of bacon were already inside. After laying the new bacon
and eggs Aisha had sent him shopping for next to them, James closed the
fridge, deep in thought. On the door was a small magnetic whiteboard they used
for shopping lists and messages. It had been wiped clean and in large, bold
numbers he read, _32 min._ A winking emoji with its tongue hanging out was
drawn after the numbers in a different hand. James chuckled.  

He made his way upstairs and stopped outside Jalen's door. The moaning,
grunting and high-pitched panting were quick and getting faster. Figuring he
didn't have long to wait, he made his way to their bedroom, undressed, and
propped himself up against the headboard.

Aisha jumped a little when she walked in and found him sitting there naked,
hard cock in hand. Her look of surprise shifted immediately to one of
wickedness. She closed the door and walked swiftly across the room to their
ensuite. She popped inside for just a second, then came back out with a hand
towel. She spread the towel open just below his feet and crawled up on the
bed. James spread his legs so his feet weren't blocking his view.

His wife kneeled on the towel facing away from him and then bent at the waist
until she rested on her collar bones, her head almost hanging over the bottom
edge of the mattress. Her full ass pointed toward him and she reached back
underneath herself and spread apart her swollen labia. James could already see
they were shining with mixed sex fluids. Then he saw the slight flex in her
buttocks that told him she was tightening her kegel muscles and a small
rivulet of watery cream came running out and spilling onto the towel.

James moved to his knees behind his wife. His fingers went to her pussy and
she removed her own and re-balanced on all fours. She was slick and still
gaping from fucking their son and he slipped three fingers inside her without
pause or problem. She squeezed her kegels again, four times in quick
succession; he took it as a sign of welcome.

As his fingers plunged in and out, more of Jalen's creampie was pulled out.
James began smearing the goo upwards, rubbing it between her ass cheeks and
across her anus. Going back to her pussy, he shoved them back in deep once
more and this time when they came out, they guided his stone-hard cock into
their place, drawing a long, low moan from the woman.

Stroking deep and slow with his hips, James's freshly re-lubricated fingers
returned to the wrinkled hole above his cock and began working in earnest.
Soon his index finger popped through the tight ring and the cum-dripping slut
gave another kind of moan. The moan became a keen as the pointer was replaced
by his middle finger and then the two penetrated her together.

"In my ass," Aisha whimpered. "You're pushing your son's cum into my ass. Is
that what you want? You want Jalen to fuck his mother's ass?"

"No," James finally said after three or four more strokes into both holes. "I
want you to hold out as long as you can." Then he pulled out of both holes and
put his fingers to work guiding his cock into her shitter. "Don't hint to him
about it, don't offer it to him; make him ask for it. Then make him work for
it."

"Like I made you work for it?"

"Make him work harder," he chuckled. "All I had to do was put a tongue back
here and it was open sesame."

"Asshole," she called him. But she had to admit it had been true. Most boys
would hardly ever eat pussy back then, but they still expected you to blow
them. But James had feasted on her quim as eagerly as any of her occasional
female lovers. And when his tongue had begun wandering further afield, the
pleasure was so good she didn't think to stop him. It had been while she was
still shaking from a powerful pussy-and-ass-eating orgasm that he had moved up
like usual to slip his cock into her still quivering cunny. Only that time he
had pushed right past her sphincter into the other hole and again it had felt
too good to make him stop.

"Exactly," he replied to her last comment, as he pressed in all the way until
his balls were up against her. "Hot, nasty, tight, beautiful asshole." Then he
was filling that asshole and leaving her with DP creampies.

James would continue to be the only man to ever have fucked Aisha's ass for
another eight days.

 **Chapter 21**

Aisha had already been fucked twice before noon and the rest of that first
Saturday set a lurid pace that shifted between languid and dizzying. There was
more work to be done in the garden, but this time Jalen wasn't exiled to the
lawnmower. He often worked right alongside his parents weeding the vegetable
patch or pinching off dead roses. Other times the men contrived to be alone
with their wife/mother.

One time, Jalen was "helping" his mother in the potting shed and James crept
up to watch through the window as Aisha got the boy to come in under two
minutes by incredibly deep throating his entire thick pole. When they came
out, she didn't even bother to wipe off the cum and saliva that dripped from
her chin to her big tits in their light chambray work shirt.

At the lunch break, James sent Jalen out to pick up sandwiches at Subway while
he had the boy's mother repeat her deep throat trick on him, after which he
finger-fucked and clit-sucked her to her own orgasm. Again, she didn't wipe
her chin.

As they sat on the back patio under a sun umbrella, eating their sandwiches
and drinking lemonade, a blob of mustard fell from Aisha's turkey on wheat and
landed right below the topmost closed button. It was surrounded by the
drippings of two sloppy blowjobs, but only now did the dirty condition of her
blouse seem to bother her.

"Damn! Happens every time. Well, I'd better get this rinsed before the mustard
sets." She stood and stripped off the work shirt right there and the men
stared lustfully at her full breasts straining against a sports bra above her
trim tummy.

When she walked into the house, James and Jalen looked after her as if
wondering whose turn it was. But then James leaned back in his chair while
giving his son a small shake of the head. "Make her work for it," he chuckled.
Jalen took a big gulp of the cold drink as he struggled to keep himself from
running after his mother.

When she came back out, their eyes bugged. Aisha had gone full Daisy Duke.
She'd changed her work shirt for an even lighter blouse, both in color and
material. It left no doubt that her latte-colored breasts were no longer
encumbered by any kind of bra. Below the tied-off shirt tails, her bare abs
didn't have the cuts they did when James had first seen her as a twenty-year-
old track star, but they were still impressively firm. James thought the
slight softness from age and childbirth was even more alluring. And below
that? Oh, my God!

Aisha didn't own any denim cut-offs as far as James knew. But she had some on
now. His suspicions would be confirmed later when he found the cut off legs
from a pair of old gardening jeans in their bathroom trashcan. She'd cut high
and deep into the crotch and seat. The bottoms of her big ass cheeks were on
full display and the strip of denim running from front to back between her
legs wasn't much more than a thong. And as was soon revealed by any bending or
kneeling motions, she'd lost her panties along with her bra.

Sometimes the denim thong ran right between her labia, leaving the fleshy lips
dangling to either side. Other times she adjusted it to one side or the other
and they'd get flashes of dark pink between the dark lips.

"Oh, fuck, Mom," Jalen groaned at one particularly blatant display.

But it was all a tease and neither man got more than a hand on her the rest of
the afternoon and even those were quickly slipped or batted away. They
shouldn't have ignored her earlier signals. Now they would have to work for
it.

 **Chapter 22**

After dinner, Aisha declared it was time for James to pay up for losing the
bet about Jalen's ability to control himself around his mother. What she had
in mind would have worked well in her big king-sized bed, but she wasn't
willing to cross that boundary line with Jalen yet. So she had her husband get
a folding massage table from a storage closet and set it up in the living
room.

Meanwhile, Aisha mixed olive oil and a touch of rosemary oil in a ceramic
bowl, which she then put atop a small votive candle warming tray. While it
warmed, the licentious MILF called up some soft-core porn on one of the
blocked cable channels Jalen had never been able to access. For the moment,
the stunned teen just sat on the edge of a chair, watching and waiting.

Soon, the table, towels, and oil were all in position, and a cute Black porn
starlet was making faux love to an impressive white cock on the big screen.

"Jalen," said Mrs. Seward. "Will you help me get ready for my massage?"

The boy jumped to his feet and with trembling fingers began undressing his
mother, while his father watched from the kitchen, where he was fixing his
wife a gin and tonic. The teen trembled even more when his mother began taking
off his clothes as well. Soon they were both naked and the middle-aged Black
beauty climbed up on the massage table. "Sit and watch the movie with me while
your father works," she said, before taking a long sip of her newly delivered
drink.

Jalen looked around, trying to decide the best place to sit, when he had an
inspiration. He walked into the kitchen and came back with one of the tall
stools from alongside the kitchen island. He set it up at the front, right
corner of the massage table, placed a folded bath towel on it and took a seat.
It put his lap within two feet of his mother's face and she could see his cock
and the TV screen at the same time. She was quite happy with the setup.

For the next 15 minutes mother and son watched the soft-core lovers, with
Aisha commenting occasionally on things her summer intern should make note of
as part of his training to be a good lover. When she wasn't commentating, she
was often moaning in pleasure as her masseur demonstrated other things the boy
should know about making a woman feel good.

All of this naturally had an effect on the young man's penis, which was
growing and leaking more and more, minute by minute.

"James," Aisha said when she couldn't stand waiting any longer. "Please give
me some oil." She held her right hand out, just above their son's thick black
cock. The still-clothed father carefully poured a small amount from the bowl
into her palm. She cupped her hand slightly and began drizzling the warm oil
along the shaft, from root to tip. Then her hand took hold of the fat rod and
began corkscrewing up and down. Now it was the boy's turn to moan.

Mr. Seward thought it looked like a good time to disrobe and take things to
the next level with his wife and son, when he heard her call his name again.

"My massage can't be over yet, can it? You did double the wager." Then she
began clenching and unclenching her powerful ass cheeks.

James sighed and picked up the bowl of oil again. This time he poured some
into his own palm, just above her incredible bottom. When he pulled one cheek
aside and slowly drizzled the olive oil on the top of her ass crack, the
pleasure in her groan as it ran across her anus made his cock swell all by
itself.

For the next ten minutes, James paid off his bet by making digital love to the
MILF's glorious ass. First, he rubbed and kneaded the soft, yet hard mounds of
fat and muscle. Then when she spread her legs farther apart, he moved his
massage to the inside. One, two, and then three slippery fingers worked their
way inside her vagina. After making sure that Jalen's view was blocked so he
wouldn't get any ideas, the masseur slipped the index finger of his other hand
in through his wife's backdoor.

 _Oh god, that feels good,_ thought Aisha when she felt James's fingers
rubbing together through the thin layer that separated her two fuck holes. It
made her unconsciously increase her grip and speed on the cock she was
stroking, which in turn engendered an, "Oh, fuck," from her intern. She
released the penis and brought her legs together, leaving two men in the
lurch.

"Thank you, baby, that was great," she said to James as she climbed down from
the tall table and moved up against him, head tilted up for a kiss. When they
broke apart, she said, "Goodnight baby. See you in the morning." When his
eyebrows shot up, she laughed. "Double or nothing, wasn't that the bet?" Then
she turned away and moved to where Jalen sat in shock on the stool, cock still
straining at the edge of orgasm. She took hold of the throbbing tool and used
it to lead the boy upstairs.

Double or nothing for a massage shouldn't mean double or _nothing_ , thought
James as he watched the light brown and dark brown asses walk away. But he
decided he'd let Aisha have her fun now and take care of evening up accounts
later. There was still a little bit of warm oil left in the bowl, and he put
it to good use on his own thick tool.

 **Chapter 23**

The rest of the two weeks while Aiden was away saw many wild games being
played, but with no set rules or patterns. Aisha would usually give one or
both men a suck or fuck before they left for work. Three times she drove over
to the data plant at lunch time and sucked off the one who hadn't had a proper
morning send off, in her car in a back corner of the parking lot.

There was also plenty more open teasing, including flashing by Aisha, but
after that first Saturday, the men rarely saw each other's equipment and even
more rarely saw their house slut do something with it. On three nights, she
crawled under the table during dinner and sucked cock but didn't allow either
man to peek. Once, she got them both off after saying she wanted a double
helping of dessert.

Most nights she spent in her own bed with James, and she never fucked son or
father in the other man's bed. But she did bring them both creampies from her
other lover and had some of her best orgasms knowing the second man was
pounding her already-buttered bun and churning his rival's deposit into curd.
On the second Sunday, Aisha finally brought Jalen's creampie to James in her
ass. She literally passed out from the intense orgasm that followed when Dad
reclaimed her ass by pounding Son's spunk deep into her bowels and then adding
his own.

One night she declared masturbation night and slept alone in the guest room.
As she began rubbing out her third solo climax it struck her that the guest
room could be considered neutral territory and it wouldn't break her self-
imposed, one man, one bed rule to bring them both in here. _At the same time!_
She was nearly desperate to have her first DP sandwiched between her husband
and her son. She almost called out to them to replace the cocks she was
imagining in ass and cunt with the real things, but fortunately, her third
orgasm blew through her hard and left her mind clear enough to stick to her
game plan.

It was a game plan built for the future and she spelled it out for Jalen and
James on the third and last Saturday night of their two weeks of hedonistic
madness.

"This has been an incredible vacation," she said over dinner. "But Aiden comes
home tomorrow, and I have new classes starting on Monday. Baby," she said to
Jalen, "You know our whole intent when this started was for you and me to just
get together occasionally."

"When she was in the mood for a little more than I could give her that
particular night," James reminded his son.

Aisha reached out and put her hand on top of James's on the table. Looking
into her husband's eyes, she spoke to her son. "Because you know I love your
dad madly and he really does provide me all the good loving I need." James
lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it.

"But he was right when he said a few weeks ago, that while I am never
unsatisfied, I sometimes would like to feel even more fully satisfied, if that
makes sense."

"Yeah, he told me, and I do understand," said Jalen. Then, with a bit more
gravel, "But after having seen your appetite these two weeks, I hope I'll be
part of satisfying you quite a bit."

Aisha raised an eyebrow at James.

"What can I say? He's his father's son," James smiled.

Aisha turned her raised eyebrow to Jalen. "You have seen my 'appetite' in
vacation mode. It's like eating cakes, cookies, and rich dinners over the
holidays. You can let yourself go for a couple of weeks, but you can't live
that way full time. Can you understand that?"

Her tone lightened. "I'll admit, I have really let myself go to the extreme
these two weeks and loved every minute of it. But consider it the novelty of
trying something new and then pushing it just because the opportunity was
there. But now, vacation's over.

"I'll be sleeping with you tonight, but don't expect me to share your bed all
night again while Aiden's home. We've seen that scene in the movies too often,
where the illicit lovers fall asleep and don't wake up in time to avoid being
caught out. We'll come up with some kind of sign or signal the three of us can
use." Then she turned her sultry gaze to her husband and squeezed his hand as
she said, "So we can all know when Mommy wants to make use of her spare cock."

And she made good use of it that night, taking loads of cum in her mouth, ass,
and pussy, while working through five or six orgasms of her own.

 **Chapter 24**

Jalen awakened when he felt his mother sliding away from him under the sheet.
He reached over and took hold of her arm. "Stay," he said.

"The sun's up and so am I," she replied teasingly.

The boy saw sun leaking around his window blinds, but it was weak and he knew
it was still too early to be getting up on a Sunday morning. "We just had the
summer solstice; that's not the real sun," he grumbled.

"More sun means more time to work in the garden. And more time to get the
house ready for Aiden's return. I'm sure I'm going to find someone's underwear
in some unexplainable place."

"He won't be back until 3 o'clock. Plenty of time for us to make love again."

 _Make love?_ Yes, she realized, while they had mostly been fucking, hot and
dirty, they'd also started making love more often. Last night for example.
Jalen had ravished her mouth and ass, using her holes for his pleasure
magnificently. But the third time had been a slow-paced missionary position
with lots of kissing, including when they came together. _Well, good. He
should learn to go easy sometimes and really make love to his partner. It will
be good for him and future girlfriends._ Aisha still wasn't sure if she
herself believed all of the justifications she gave for her behavior with her
son but decided again to go with it for now.

"It also gives us all day to practice _not_ making love," his mother retorted.
"All day for us, all three of us, to be around each other, practicing not to
look or touch or say inappropriate things that will freak your little brother
out." She rolled back toward him and put a hand on his young, strong chest.
"Please, baby. This is important to me, and I think, important to our whole
family."

"Okay, Mom," he sighed. Then he whipped the top sheet aside and exposed his
morning wood. "But you know where to find me when you need me," he added with
a leer.

"You little tease," she laughed, grabbing hold of his ebony shaft and giving
it a shake. But then she let go and slid out of bed. As she bent over to pick
up her nightie from where it had been hastily abandoned the night before, she
shook her wide, round ass at him. She didn't bother to put the nightie on
before skipping out of his room, laughing.

Jalen lay there a minute pondering. " _Tease?"_ No, she was the only tease
here. When he'd exposed his cock to her, he wasn't trying to tease her, he was
hanging his worm out trying to catch a bite. She, on the other hand, loved to
give him sexy glimpses and shakes like she'd just done, and then walk away
from the encounter. It had been funny so far, because he knew he was going to
get blown or laid sooner rather than later. He just hoped she wasn't going to
keep teasing him if she wasn't going to follow up because Aiden was around. He
rolled out of bed and left his clothes on the floor as he made his way to the
door. If she was still outside in the hallway when he crossed over to use the
bathroom, he'd see if she could resist another chance at the worm.
Unfortunately, there was no audience as his stiffy led him across the hall.  

And there was no more maternal pussy for three days.

 **Chapter 25**

Sunday was indeed a tough adjustment, with all three members of the new
immoral triangle making slip ups during the day. But by the time James picked
Aiden up from his bus stop, everyone had gotten themselves under a semblance
of control. The youngest Seward had had a great two weeks at baseball camp and
regaled them excitedly with stories that included the praise he'd gotten from
some of the college coaches who were working there. The highlight had been
when a Major League shortstop had remarked on Aiden's range in covering from
2nd to 3rd, saying the young player showed great baseball sense in knowing
where the batter was going to try and put the ball.

Aisha had missed her younger son but was pleased to see how boyishly happy his
time at camp had made him. That helped her in her resolve as she made extra
certain to avoid any unintentional teasing of her lovers, especially Jalen.

Jalen had started looking for a car to buy before school started up, but for
now, he continued to ride into work with his father. The commutes back and
forth between the teen's two radically different summer internships gave
occasion to some decidedly odd conversations. One moment they'd be discussing
the projects and people in whichever department Jalen was working in that
week, the next they'd be talking about the nature and future of sex with
Mother Seward.

James acknowledged that knowing his wife was with another man still had him
feeling conflicted. On one hand it was kinky and exciting, while on the other
it was worrisome and disturbing. However, he found that, as he'd hoped, the
fact that it was his son did make it easier to avoid feeling jealous.

Jalen said that he was very happy that their adventures didn't seem to be
creating any problems in his parents' marriage. Then he admitted that he often
wondered if Moms might ever take them both on at the same time.

James said that the idea had come up a couple of times, but that so far at
least, Jalen's mother was more comfortable - and enjoying - having two
separate lovers. So, they'd continue as they were and leave it up to her if
they'd ever venture into threesomes.

The boy also admitted he'd been jacking off a couple times a day Sunday,
Monday, and Tuesday, including in the restroom at work, thinking about his
mother, who hadn't visited him since Saturday night.

James shared that he knew Mom would have liked to have visited Jalen at least
one of those nights, but that she was pretty nervous about how to actually
pull it off since Aiden had returned. But he promised his son he'd talk to her
about taking a turn with her extra cock.

And so it was, that on Wednesday night James secretly rubbed himself almost to
orgasm as he showered before taking his wife to bed. With such a vigorous
warmup, he was shooting his load into Aisha's tight pussy much sooner than
usual and far too early for her liking.

But he did dive right into that wet heaven with his tongue and lips and soon
had her moving on the right track. Then he stopped too early again.

"Baby, don't stop," she whined. "Why are you fucking teasing me like this? I
need to cum so bad."

"Tell Jalen that," he said with a wicked grin. "He's dying to fuck his mother
again." Jamming two fingers deep inside her, James growled, "Take this hot,
incestuous pussy down the hall and let it cum all over your son's big dick."

"But, Aiden..." She'd have to sneak past her younger son's door to get to her
older son's bed.

"He's been working out so hard at the field and in the school gym since he got
back that you know he's been racking out early. Since their rooms are on
opposite sides of the hall, as long as you're not too loud, he won't hear you
and will sleep right through it." He jammed a third finger inside her and gave
her short jabs while rubbing her clit with his thumb. When he felt her
excitement beginning to build again, he took his hand away. Leaving her with
no choice.

Aisha feared a floorboard would creak or the hinges on Jalen's bedroom door
would squeal, waking Aiden and giving her away. But none of that had happened
during the two weeks she'd regularly been traveling this route back and forth
between father and son and tonight was no different.

Closing Jalen's door quietly behind her, it struck her that they should
probably install a lock on it. It was dark, but she knew the way to her son's
bed intimately. Four steps and she'd be there. During steps two and three she
shed the bathrobe she'd put on before leaving her pussy-teasing husband. As
she paused alongside the double bed _(We should get him a queen. A queen and a
door lock.)_ she took in the scent. That wonderful scent that had filled her
nostrils almost constantly over the past fortnight. Jalen had apparently
whacked off before falling asleep _(Thinking about his mother, no doubt!)_.
Good, she didn't want him popping off as quickly as his father had done
tonight, so catching him on his second go-round would suit her just fine.

And it did. From the way his young dick responded to her opening kisses, to
the way it filled her mature pussy when she climbed astride him, all the way
to how he jetted his seed into her as she hit her second orgasm.

Her first had come while she was riding cowgirl, the second when he'd taken
control after she climaxed and manhandled her onto her hands and knees so he
could take her hard from behind.

Fortunately, even a young stud needs a little reload time between rounds two
and three, because Aisha was certain she wouldn't have been able to pull
herself away if his cock was still hard. Instead, she gave him a not-at-all-
motherly kiss, rolled out of his bed, put on her bathrobe, and made the walk
of shame back to her room, hoping against hope that Aiden wouldn't choose that
moment to come out to use the bathroom. He didn't.

But her husband did give her a good pounding of his own when he took her
slutty ass back into his bed. His own second round lasted a wonderfully long
time, and he did no more teasing as he brought her to her third and fourth
orgasms of the night, while filling her well-used cunny with a third load of
man-cream.

 **Chapter 26**

Between practicing self-control and lack of opportunity, Aisha did not return
to her son's bed the rest of the week. By Saturday she could sense the
pressure building in him. In her it was more of an itch. Of course, James
hadn't missed a night fucking her, so she had an outlet for her passion.
Clearly, Rosie Palm and her five sisters were not giving Jalen the same
relief.

It was Aiden's 18th birthday and as promised, his mother had whipped up
homemade pancakes and western omelets for his birthday breakfast. She also had
his birthday cake ready, but they agreed to wait until later to light the
candles. He'd be too full to play if he ate that much, since his team was
scheduled to play in the second game on that opening day of the Summer Rec
League. The whole family planned to be there to cheer him on.

Aiden, however, would be leaving early to be there for the first game, and
Jalen thought that meant he might have a chance to bed his mother while Aiden
was away. But no such luck. As a parent booster, Aisha had volunteered to bake
cookies for the league's fundraising booth and to man the booth during the
first game. So, the rest of her morning and early afternoon were booked.

When James and Jalen showed up for Aiden's game, they found everyone in high
spirits. The summer rec league was small and simple and really focused on
everyone having fun. They found that Aiden had actually played a role in the
victory of the team that had won the first game. He'd volunteered to act as a
base coach and had shared some of the tips he'd picked up at his baseball
camp. Ultimately, he'd coached a usually timid player into stealing a base,
which then allowed him to score the winning run on a teammate's single.

Now, the three older Sewards sat in the bleachers watching Aiden's team get
off to an early lead in the second game. Aisha sat between her husband and
elder son, or her two lovers, as she'd been thinking about them while filling
her time at the food booth. James was deep into the game, ecstatic with
Aiden's impressive play at the plate and in the field. Jalen was also cheering
at the appropriate times but was clearly much more taken by rubbing his thigh
up against his mother's. Aisha could feel the near-desperate heat coming off
him and it was getting to her.

"Hey!" she said. "I'm hungry. I was in that booth surrounded by cakes and
cookies for two hours but didn't eat anything. I'm going to go get a hot dog.
Anyone else want anything?"

"Sure, sounds good," said James. "You know how I like mine, with everything."

"Jalen, how about you baby?"

Jalen had been about to automatically say no, thanks, since the urging in his
loins was blocking any feelings of hunger. But there had been a coo in his
mother's voice that caught his attention. "Yeah," he replied. "In fact, I
think I'll have two. Would you like me to come with you to help carry
everything?"

"That would be great, thanks. Back in a little bit," she said to James, whose
eyes were glued to the field as Aiden back-pedaled to cover a short, high pop-
up.

"That's my boy!" he cried out as Aiden made a last-second adjustment and
snagged the tricky floater to make the out. When he turned to comment on the
play to his wife and eldest son, he found they weren't there. Looking around
he saw them at the bottom of the stands, stepping off in the direction of the
snack stand. _Hot dogs_ he remembered and went back to cheering on their team.

There wasn't much of a line at the snack stand as they approached, but Aisha
didn't join it, she kept on walking right past. Jalen followed. A few yards
beyond the food stand were some toilets in a cinder block building. The boy
wondered if he'd be doing his mom in the Men's or Women's toilet. Neither, as
it turned out.

Aisha thought briefly about using the restrooms, but there were too many
people going in and out. She gave Jalen a slight hand signal that he should
split off to the right, toward the men's side, while she veered left. Her boy
followed the signal, but slowed his walk, unsure what he was to do next. The
slowdown paid off when he saw his mother veer all the way left and go around
the side of the building. He did the same on the right.

Coming around the rear corner, he saw his mom still walking. She'd veered back
to her right and he quickly joined up with her. A glance over his shoulder
told him that the building blocked them from the view of anyone going to use
the toilets or hanging around the food stands.

A few yards ahead were the woods that ran alongside and behind the ball
fields. When they were about three trees deep, Aisha spun on her son and
pushed him back against a thick trunk. She pulled his head down for a fierce
kiss, then dropped to her knees and unzipped him.

"I am so hungry for my hot dog," she growled before eating the boy alive.

On their way back, Aisha popped into the Ladies' room to wash the dirt from
her knees, while Jalen went on to the snack stand to order their hot dogs.
Fortunately, there was no one in line, so they got their food quickly and
hustled back to join James.

"Long line?" he asked as they passed out the hot dogs and sodas. "You were
gone a long time."

It was the perfect opening to cover their absence and every now and then Aisha
had found herself titillated by the idea of keeping some of her trysts with
Jalen secret. But she quickly dismissed the idea of introducing lies into
their relationship. After sitting down, she leaned over to her husband and
gently blew her breath across his face. She knew what he'd smell.

She stayed leaned into him and whispered into his ear. "Our son was getting so
hot for his mother that I took him into the woods and blew him. It was so hot
sucking his cock and swallowing his cum right out in the open like that. I may
have to take you back there too."

James never got his turn that day, but it turned out to be a very good thing
that Jalen had. It cleared some of the sexual fog away from his mind, just
before he ended up needing all his mental faculties Saturday night.

 **Chapter 27**

After the opening day slate of games was over, Aiden's team got together at a
local pizza parlor to celebrate the start of the summer season and their first
victory. Many of their supporters including Aisha, James, and Jalen joined
them. James brought along Aiden's birthday cake, in a large Coleman with
several cooling blocks. So, the pizza party became an impromptu birthday party
as well.

Aisha was a little upset because there was no way everyone could have a slice
of the normal-sized cake. James poo-pooed her concerns and cut one full,
albeit slim slice for Aiden. Then he separated the two layers and cut those
into small slices and in the end, everyone did get a piece.

Everyone, of course included Aiden's best friend and teammate, Mark Henderson,
who was accompanied by his parents and his older sister, Judy, who was Jalen's
ex-girlfriend. Like Aisha and James, Mark's folks had been at the game to
cheer on their son. Judy hadn't been able to watch the game, but she had come
along to the pizza parlor to celebrate her brother's team's victory. Or
perhaps she came because of an ulterior motive.

She didn't exactly make a beeline to Jalen, but damn close. This would have
been awkward all by itself, but it turned out that since he had broken up with
Judy the previous December, he had dated both another baseball sibling who was
at the party and one of the waitresses taking care of all of them.

"This should be fun," James whispered to Aisha once they realized what was
going on with the three different young women who kept rotating back to Jalen
and then giving dirty looks to the other two.

"Until it isn't," replied Aisha. "Say," she continued a moment later, still
speaking in a hush. "Do you think he's been..."

"Since we started?" said her husband. "No. I'm pretty sure he hasn't. Hell,
when did you ever give him time?" he chuckled.

His wife elbowed him in the ribs. "Ouch," he said, struggling to keep the
noise down. "Jealous?" he asked with a grin.

She made a move to jab him again, but he was ready this time and blocked the
blow with his arm. _Jealous?_ She had to think about that for a moment. There
had been a flash of something when she saw the girls flittering around Jalen,
but in the end, it had passed so quickly that it wasn't relevant. What was
relevant was that her son was apparently a bit of a player. That probably
explained why he was a more accomplished lover than she'd first expected.

She already knew what kind of freak Judy was and now she found herself
wondering about the other two. The pizza joint worker was a small Latina;
Aisha guessed Mexican based on their local community. The other girl was Black
and had a serious booty on her.

"The boy does believe in diversity, doesn't he?" commented James, obviously
thinking along the same lines.

"Both in terms of race and body types," noted his wife.

"Well, I'm sure he'd agree with me that none of them holds a candle to you,
baby," he said in a deeper register.

"While that's very sweet, in a twisted way—" began Aisha, when there was a
voice at her shoulder.

"Would you like another beer, Ma'am?"

Aisha spun out of her huddle with James to see the Mexican girl _(the very
pretty Mexican girl)_ with her order pad to hand. She found herself tongue-
tied, unsure what the girl might have overheard.

"Go ahead, baby, I'll drive," James responded for her. "And I'll switch to Dr.
Pepper," he told the waitress.

"Excuse me," the girl said, "But you're Jalen's parents, aren't you?" She was
about 5' 2" or 5' 3" and had shiny black hair tied into a thick braid that ran
well down her back.

"Yes. I'm James and this is Aisha. I don't think we've met before, have we?
Did you and Jalen go to school together?"

"No, we haven't and yes, we did. Met and went to school, that is," she
answered with a smile. It was a lovely smile. "We had some classes together
and have been out on a few dates. I was kind of hoping to see him this summer,
but he's been pretty scarce from the scene since school let out."

Aisha felt her face flush and hoped it didn't show in the dim, yellowish
light.

James continued carrying their half of the conversation. "Well, I'm afraid a
lot of that's my fault. He's been working with me at my company, doing an
internship for college credit. Unfortunately for Jalen, that means lots of
nighttime study after working all day at the data plant."

Aisha thought the girl looked relieved. _Of course_ , she thought. _If he's
working with his dad and studying, that means he's not out with Judy or the
other one. If only you knew, girl. If only you knew._

"But I'll tell you what," James continued. "He's gotten pretty well ahead on
the program, and I'll tell him to take some time out for some fun. I can even
mention your name if you want me to."

"Really? That would be great. I'm Isabella, by the way." Glancing over to the
table where Jalen was sitting, she noticed him looking at her and got
flustered. "I'll be right back with those drinks," she blurted as she suddenly
moved away.

Before the evening was over, Aisha and James had also been visited by Judy,
who made it clear she hoped to see them again soon - in their home. They also
managed to corral Jalen into introducing them to Chandra, who turned out to
have a bubbly personality, quick wit, and small, round breasts to go along
with her generous ass.

 **Chapter 28**

On the drive home Aisha and James were alone. Aiden had already planned on
staying over at Mark's, since the Hendersons' house was close to the ballfield
and they had the early game on Sunday morning. Jalen had decided to stay
longer at the pizza parlor, one of his friends would run him home later. Aisha
wondered if he would actually be hooking up with one of the three girls. She
examined her feelings about that. She decided she wasn't jealous. Like any
mother, she was happy that her son was attractive and charming, although she
did worry about the potential for a social disaster with three girls
confronting each other. Thinking more about the three girls she felt something
else. What was it? She finally realized she was turned on.

If the earlier flash of emotion had been jealousy, it had morphed into a new
level of perversion. She was remembering back to the day when this had all
started. The day James had discovered her reading and watching incest porn and
told her he wanted her to fuck their son. Earlier that day, she'd been
enjoying some different erotica; lesbian porn. She remembered how, in her
mind, she'd become one of the two Black women fucking the submissive White
girl in the video. A girl who became Jalen's ex, Judy. But her imagination
hadn't stopped there. Soon, the second Black woman had been replaced in her
fantasy by Jalen. Shoving a black cock instead of a black pussy into the
little White cheerleader's mouth.

Now she found herself growing wet as she saw that picture in her mind once
again. The two of them pounding into Judy's slim white body. Jalen's thick
cock down her throat, Aisha's strap-on up the tight cunt. But how much tighter
would the tiny Isabella be? The image of her and her son double-teaming the
small Latina amped up the voltage growing in her cunny. Then she almost came
right there in the car when the small brown butt was replaced in her mental
porn theatre by Chandra's big ass. Seeing the dark cheeks wobble under the
relentless assault of a fat silicone cock would be fucking amazing.

Aisha was so engrossed in her twisted daydreams that she was utterly
nonplussed when she finally registered James's question.  

"So, what do you think of little Miss Katrina?"

 _Katrina? Who the fuck is Katrina?_

"I'm pretty sure Aiden is sweet on her," James continued when he heard nothing
from his wife. "She's probably the real reason he wanted to stay over at
Mark's house tonight. I'm sure a bunch of the team will go there after leaving
the Pizza Hut."

 _Mark's house? Katrina?_ Then finally it came to her. Katrina was another
player on the team and James thought Aiden liked her.

With boys going away for vacation trips across the summer, teams could run
into problems filling out their rosters. And for the girls, there weren't
enough players to put together more than a couple softball teams, let alone
baseball.

The answer for the summer rec league was to continue as they'd done in Little
League and have co-ed teams. Each team had to have a least two girls on the
field at all times. It gave the young females a chance to play and allowed for
more teams overall, and also made the competition more fun and relaxed.

"Really?" Aisha said dully, trying to play catch up. "You think so?"

"Sure, didn't you seem him hovering around her all night? And her giggling at
all his jokes, no matter how lame? And both of them touching the other; just
lightly, just arms or hands, but they couldn't help themselves. It was really
very cute."

"Cute?"

"Sure. Pretty obvious they haven't had sex yet. I wonder if they've even
kissed. Well, it won't be long for that, at least. I'll probably have to have
_the talk_ with him again, so they don't progress to the more serious stuff
too soon or without proper thought." He added a mental note-to-self: _I'd
better also talk to Jalen again about such basic ground rules as proper
protection._

"Serious stuff?" Aisha said in reply to what he'd said out loud.

"Hey, what's up with you? Are you saying you didn't notice any of that teenage
lovey-dovey?"

"Huh? Of course I did," she replied with the built-in denial of all humans. "I
just mean...like you said, I just saw cute. You think they might be having
sex?"

"No. I said I think they aren't. At least not yet. Hell, to be honest, if I
had to guess, I'd say Aiden's probably still a virgin."

"Well, of course he is, he's just a kid."

"Hello, Earth to Aisha, the boy just turned 18 and he's a stud jock. Do you
really expect all his classmates are still virgins? I wouldn't bet on it."

"Well, uh..."

"But regardless, I'm just glad to see him finally flirting and talking to
girls a bit. It looks like his sports confidence is finally transferring to
other parts of his life. Hell, she's a cute girl, he could do a lot worse than
lose his cherry to a little hottie like that."

"Snap question!" Aisha suddenly, well, snapped. "No thinking, no follow up
questions, just your snap answer. Judy, Isabella, or Chandra. Who would you
want to do first?"

"What? Why--," he started to say, but caught his wife's blazing stare from the
corner of his eye and cut off the forbidden follow up question. "Judy," he
finally said.

"Because?"

"Beautiful girl, tremendous body, vocal and active, and a slut for black
cock."

Aisha was quiet, apparently pondering his answer. "Yes, even I would like to
hear her beg for you to _black_ her."

James listened for the laughter, but Aisha sounded serious and that prompted
him to venture something particularly racy.

"And which of Jalen's little hotties would you do first?" He knew about his
wife's Sapphic dabbling back in school.

"First? Isabella. Then Judy. Then Chandra." She answered without pause, in a
throatier voice.

"Work your way up the size chart?"

"Something like that," his wife answered bemusedly. "Little butt, medium ass,
big booty."

"And which one is 'just right' for my perverted Goldilocks?"

"All of them," she replied. "All of them."

That night James used a slim five-inch anal probe on her first, then jammed an
eight-inch vibrator up her dripping cunt, before finishing with his own 7-and-
a-half thick inches back in her tight ass. She came each time as he talked her
through the girls turning the tables and making her service all three of
Jalen's girlfriends with her fingers and tongue as they took turns reaming her
with their toys.

 **Chapter 29**

Something was going on with Jalen, Aiden knew it. Ever since he'd gotten back
from baseball camp, his brother had been weird. On the one hand, he seemed
very up, very energized, although what about wasn't clear. On the other hand,
he also seemed to be walking on eggshells, especially around Mom. When he'd
witnessed Jalen's social nightmare at the pizzeria, when three of his
girlfriends had him cornered, Aiden thought he'd figured it out. Jalen had
been excited having three girls dangling on strings but had been worried about
Mom finding out. Their mother was very clear about what she thought about
_Players_ and had harped on the boys to treat girls with respect their whole
lives, especially when they started dating.

But Mom didn't seem to be upset at all about Jalen's philandering. In the week
following Aiden's birthday, she didn't dress his big brother down at all.
Hell, she even teased him about how he'd managed to get out of the pizza
parlor not only with " _all his equipment still in place_ ," but also with
three dates lined up.

" _Three dates_." Was Jalen seeing Judy again? He'd been very cool on her ever
since last Christmas and the way Judy asked after his brother whenever Aiden
was at Mark's certainly made it seem like Jalen had been avoiding her.
Apparently, they'd gotten past whatever their problem had been.

Aiden thought he wouldn't mind if Jalen started seeing Judy again. He'd been
so blind last autumn that he hadn't even realized Jalen had been having her
over for sex. So many hints and so many chances to listen in that he'd missed.
He'd been such a naïve kid. If they started up again, he'd be sure to spy on
them. He was starting to think about asking his teammate Katrina out for a
movie or something, but it was still Mark's super-hot older sister, Judy, that
Aiden sometimes thought about while whacking off.

 _That's it!_ Jalen was sneaking a girl or girls into the house again. Maybe
not Judy, maybe that cute Mexican waitress or their centerfielder's older
sister with the Nicki Minaj butt. Well, Aiden wasn't going to miss out on
learning from his older brother this time around.

 **Chapter 30**

As he thought about it some more, Aiden was certain Jalen had had a girl over
since he'd returned from baseball camp, both before and after the pizza party.
However, since Aiden hadn't known what was going on, he hadn't been trying to
spy. But now he was more than ready.

While Jalen was doing the internship with their dad at the data plant and
would be starting a computer science program at the community college in the
fall, it was Aiden who was the more naturally gifted IT wizard. Aiden was sure
his dad would be impressed by what he'd set up; if he wouldn't be even more
angry at his son for using his skills to spy on his own brother.

Aiden had hijacked Jalen's laptop and was now able to turn on its camera and
microphone and stream the signals to his own computer and from there to his
phone. He'd also installed a wireless spy camera with a microphone on top of
his brother's bookcase. The camera also had a motion detector that needed five
seconds of disturbance before it kicked in. It wouldn't register if Jalen just
rolled over in bed but would come awake if he got out of it - or if someone
else came into his room. Now that sensor had triggered a low warble on Aiden's
cell phone, bringing him awake.

He checked the display on his phone to see if it was a false alarm or a real
hit; there'd been nothing but Jalen getting up to pee over the past few
nights. But this alarm was for real, alright. The spy camera was in low-light
mode and angled down to take in Jalen's entire bed from the side. It showed
that Jalen was still in bed, but was propped up on his pillows, arms behind
his head. Another figure stood on the floor beside the bed. The figure's back
was to the camera, but there was no doubt it was a female. Aiden hit Record on
the video app.

The phone display was too small, and the night vision return too low-res for
him to see clearly with his sleepy eyes. Too tall and thick to be Isabella,
was his first thought. When the girl slid a robe off her shoulders and let it
fall to the floor behind her, Aiden saw curves that he thought were too much
for Judy. It must be Chandra! He slid out of bed and moved over to his desk.
There he brought his dual-monitor gaming set-up out of sleep mode and slipped
on his headphones.

As the image came to life, he heard his brother say, "I've missed you the past
couple of nights."

"I didn't need extra cock the last few nights," she answered in a voice that
was somehow familiar to Aiden. He'd only ever heard Chandra speaking that
night of the baseball/birthday party but didn't remember her voice sounding so
deep and husky. But of course, that had been in a group in a noisy pizzeria,
not while she was standing alone by a boy's bed, casually displaying herself
to him and saying such brazen things.

As part of her display, the girl cupped her hands under her breasts,
apparently holding them out to Jalen. _Damn!_ thought Aiden, really wanting to
see them. His hands flew across his computer's keyboard. First he sent a
wakeup command to his brother's laptop. Then he told his system to display the
hijacked camera's image on one monitor, while his spy camera showed on the
other. He'd hear both audio inputs on top of each other.

Before Jalen's laptop came up, however, the girl turned a bit more toward
Jalen's head, giving Aiden a partial side view from his hidden camera above
and behind her. She was still holding up her tits and they looked good. Large
and heavy and the nipple he could see also looked big. Were Chandra's boobs
that big? Aiden had seen Chandra in a bikini once, at a big lakeside party
back around Memorial Day and remembered her breasts as pretty small,
especially as compared to her wondrous butt.

Aiden looked at Jalen's visitor's butt more closely now. It was indeed full
and round, but wasn't Chandra's bigger? For that matter, wasn't Chandra also
both shorter and darker than this girl? The low-light mode was giving him a
greyish black and white image, so he couldn't be sure of the girl's exact
color, but Chandra was a deeper, richer black than this girl seemed to be.

Too tall to be Isabella, too light to be Chandra, too curvy to be Judy. _Fuck!
He's got another one!_

The image from Jalen's laptop computer resolved itself on the right-hand
monitor. Aiden found himself looking at his brother's cock laying heavy on his
hard belly. It took a moment for Aiden to orient himself, but a cross-glance
at the other monitor told him that Jalen's laptop was on the nightstand on the
opposite side of the bed; his brother must have been looking at it before the
girl showed up. The lid was partially closed, explaining the narrow image
Aiden was seeing of his brother's naked body from about mid-torso to knees. He
could just make out a slice of the girl's body on the far side of the bed as
the glow from the laptop screen was the only illumination in the room besides
the yellowish shine of streetlamps coming through the windows. He'd have to
find a way to put Jalen's computer camera into low-light mode as well next
time.

"But you need some extra cock tonight?" Jalen asked in a decidedly cocky tone.

"Need? No. Just want."

The girl got up on the bed on her knees alongside Jalen's hips. Her thighs and
pussy came into view on Jalen's laptop camera. The picture was in color, but
the colors couldn't be trusted due to the low light and the mix of blue and
yellow illumination. Aiden could at least be sure she was lighter than
Chandra, but from the texture of her pubic hair, he still thought she was
Black. Her back was still to the high-angle camera and the 18-year-old voyeur
also judged her ass as the ass of a Black girl. Or woman? Something about her
body indicated more maturity than the 19- and 20-year-olds he'd been expecting
to see.

He'd missed the partial profile of her face when he'd been staring at her
breasts earlier and now he only saw the back of her head. The hairstyle was
familiar. Did he know this woman? Was it a friend of his parents? Or the
mother of one of Jalen's girlfriends? That idea was so exciting that Aiden's
cock tented his pajama bottoms. Without thought he raised himself from his
desk chair and skinned them off his hips and down to the floor.

"What I really wanted was a double creampie," the woman said. Still husky, but
even more familiar. On the right screen Aiden saw her left hand reach into the
middle of the frame and take hold of Jalen's prick. Her engagement and wedding
rings shone. More feelings of familiarity ran through Aiden. Those looked
like... _Mom's!_

 **Chapter 31**

Aiden Seward knew those rings, had played with them as a child, turning them
around and around on his mother's finger as he sat in her lap at story time or
whenever. And now they were moving up and down as she stroked his brother's -
_her son's!_ \- growing cock.

Aiden's own cock collapsed and he felt sick to his stomach.

 _Pops!_ How could his mother do this to him? Especially with Jalen? And
fucking Jalen, how could he do this to their father?

His mind was spinning so much it took him a couple of moments to register his
mom's next words.

"When I told Daddy what I wanted, guess what hole he chose to leave his
creampie in?"

Aiden stared slack jawed as the woman _(Your mother!)_ pivoted on one knee and
swung the other across Jalen's body until she was astride him, facing toward
his feet. Her ass filled much of the hijacked laptop's image and then he saw
her hand reach back around her butt on the side nearest the camera. On the
other side he could just see her fingertips along the opposite cheek. She had
her ass _(Her big, beautiful ass)_ facing Jalen and now she was pulling the
cheeks apart and exposing her butthole to him.

He saw the wrinkled spot bulge as she pushed out. Then a pale liquid was
oozing out and dripping right onto Jalen's cock that lay hard and tight
against his lower belly. _She's pooping on him!?_ But he knew right away it
wasn't runny poop, but cum that she was dripping onto his brother's cock. Cum
that evidently came from their father.

 _Dad knows?_

"He was going to give me both, but I didn't want to wait in between," said his
mother. "So, he said you could give me the second, but that you had to put
some of his spunk into my pussy for him. Do you think you can do that, baby?"

Jalen's hand came into the tighter laptop image, grabbed hold of his cum-
painted pecker and held it straight up. Straight up toward their mother's
crotch. "Come and get it," he growled. "Sit that nasty ass down and take your
husband's cum from your ass into your pussy."

Aiden's rigid pole was back and his hand was on it. _Dad fucking knows!_

He watched as their mother's fingers walked themselves further south, shifting
from pulling her ass cheeks apart to pulling her pussy open. The confused and
excited Aiden drooled and stroked as he saw his big brother swipe their
father's spunk from where it had dripped, up his shaft and across his fat
knob, that sat like a space module on top of a rocket. However, instead of
that rocket blasting up from the launchpad, their mother lowered her private
inner space downwards. All three of them, the two incestuous lovers and the
incestuous voyeur, groaned as the thick lips of the mother's vagina engulfed
the thick cylinder of her eldest son's cock. When Aisha completed her slow
slide down the impressive length of Jalen's missile and ground her ass into
his lap, Aiden came uncontrollably.

The younger brother just kept stroking, using his ejaculate as lube to polish
his still swollen knob, while the elder son fucked their mother in the reverse
cowgirl until she came all over the boy's cock. When Jalen shifted straight
into doggy style behind Mom, Aiden was in awe of his older brother. Then he
remembered that Jalen was actually his same-aged brother since they were both
now 18 and would be through July. The two 18-year-olds then proceeded to make
their mother's ass bounce as they fucked her hard. One in his mind, the other
in the room across the hall. Fucked their mother until Aiden sent his second
load onto his belly and hand, while Jalen dumped Aisha's second desired
creampie deep into her cunt.

The two across the hall lie side-by-side for a bit after their outrageously
sinful orgasms, snuggling and kissing.

"Hmm, Dad got to have his cum in both of your holes. I'd like that too. How
about I slip some from the front to the back?"

"Ooh, mixed cum in both holes, I like that idea. But since you got to move his
from one to the other, I'm sure he'll want to do the same with your cream."

Aiden saw his brother's mouth open as he prepared to say something, but their
mother cut him off. "And that's what I want, too."

She kissed him one more time, then slid out of the bed, crouched to pick up
her robe, which she slipped on, and walked to the door.

Aiden couldn't see her in either camera shot now, but he could hear her.

"Sleep tight, baby. I love you." It was the same goodnight, in the same tone,
that he'd heard his whole life.

"Love you too, Mom," answered Jalen. Again, in the most normal, non-sexual
voice and delivery one could ever expect.

 **Chapter 32**

The next morning, hell, the next few days were hard for Aiden. So hard and
confusing that he actually committed his first two errors of the summer season
and failed to get on base six times in a row - his longest stretch ever -
before finally making it to First after getting plunked by a wild pitch that
he normally would have been able to dodge.

It wasn't until four nights later, restless nights when he spent as much time
keeping vigil over his brother's sleeping form as sleeping himself, that his
mother finally returned to Jalen's bed; sneaking in at one in the morning and
waking the sleeping boy with a blowjob. After she'd sucked him for a while, he
had sucked on her pussy and made her come. Then he'd had her stand on the
floor and bend over the bed while he fucked her from behind.

Unfortunately, while Jalen's laptop was on his nightstand again, it was
closed. The incestuous duo was also standing on the wrong side of the bed, so
all Aiden got to see was Jalen's ass apparently humping into their mother's.
The younger brother nearly cried in frustration when he heard their mother
say, "Oh, yeah, that's it, fuck Mommy's big ass. Send your cum deep into
Mommy's ass," and he couldn't see a bit of it.

When the illicit lovers were cuddling afterwards, their secret voyeur got even
more worked up when the dirty mother said, "Your 19th is coming up, baby. Your
dad told me what he thinks you want for your birthday, and I hope he's right.
Would you like me all to yourself for the weekend?"

In response, Jalen wrapped his mother in his arms and kissed her passionately.
Then they kept snuggling and talking, too low to be heard clearly by the
faraway spy camera.

Aiden rushed to wake up Jalen's laptop. The camera might be of no use tonight,
but he desperately needed the microphone.

*** ** ***

An hour and a half after dinner the next evening, when it was still light
outside, but the heat of the day had retreated, Jalen and Aiden were working
together to straighten some leaning fence poles at the back of the family
property.

"You know, you don't have to sneak off on your birthday weekend to enjoy your
present," Aiden said as they took a break and drank from their water bottles.  

"What are you talking about?"

"Pretending you're going to a music festival fifty miles away and camping out
there, when you'll actually just be at the Travelodge on the other side of
town."

Jalen glared at his kid brother.

His kid brother who'd overheard Jalen and their mother planning their upcoming
weekend-long tryst while they snuggled following their anal mating.

"It'd be a lot easier if you just stayed here at home. So I could watch." He
fished his phone out of his pocket and called up the video of their mother
squeezing their father's cum out of her ass and onto Jalen's cock before he
shoved it up into her pussy.

*** ** ***

"Aiden knows," Jalen said to his parents the next day, when his kid brother
was at the ballpark.

He explained about the video he'd seen and how Aiden had admitted to getting
it. He showed them the small but powerful camera he'd taken from atop his
bookcase.

"For how long?" asked his father in a flat voice.

"Only a few days. He thought I was bringing Judy or Chandra or someone over to
fool around and he wanted to watch, so the little asshole started spying. He
actually said he'd been hoping to learn something from me."

"And now?" said Aisha, with a quiver. "What does he say now?"

"He said he was really happy to learn that we weren't going behind Dad's back
and cheating on him. And that since Dad was okay with what was going on just
down the hall, there's no need to go to a lot of trouble to try and hide
things from him, since he's okay with it too."

"Oh, he's _okay_ with it?" said James in a firmer voice.

"Oh, he's very okay with it," Jalen sneered. "He's apparently had his snoop
system in place for the last two times Mom visited me." _Visit_ was the verb
they'd come to use to describe Aisha's bed roaming. "And he's been jacking off
to the sights and sounds ever since. A right little voyeur, our Aiden. In
fact, the whole reason he finally broke down and confessed is because he
doesn't want us to go away for my birthday weekend. He wants us to stay here
so he can watch."

"Damn," said James. "What do you think?" he asked his wife.

"I think this crazy summer vacation may be coming to an end," Aisha said
sadly.

"What!?" said both men.

She looked at them both sternly. "This is real life. We are a real family. You
both agreed we'd stop if things went off the rails."

Jalen looked desperately at his father, silently begging him to fix things.

James turned his gaze to Aisha and said, thoughtfully, "What if the way to
keep things on the rails is to pull Aiden up onto the train?"

Her eyes widened in disbelief. "What are you saying?"

He moved in, took her in his arms, and put his lips to her ear. "Imagine three
cocks at your disposal," he whispered, too low for Jalen to hear. Aisha flexed
as if getting ready to break away, but James tightened his grip. "Imagine a
mother taking her own son's virginity. I bet almost anything you would do with
him would be his first time. Wouldn't you love to be his first?"

Aisha groaned slightly and melted against her husband's body. Part of her was
amazed, shocked and almost disgusted at how quickly and deeply their summer
games had turned her into such a wanton slut. However, that newly exposed part
of her was more focused on the sudden swampy feeling in her cunny and the
desire to take her beautiful boy's virginity.

With one last, desperate act of will, she kept herself from just saying yes.
Instead, she said, "Okay, you can talk to him." She pushed back from James and
took him and Jalen into her steely view. "But there is no room for error here.
Even one little sign of trouble and the experiment is over. Agreed?"

Father turned toward son, who was the one who'd really be losing out if his
summer internship as his mother's extra lover came to an end.

"Agreed," said Jalen. He hadn't heard what his father had proposed to his
mother, but his mental fingers were tightly crossed that it would work.

 **Chapter 33**

When Aiden brought his moped into the garage, he found his father waiting for
him. He parked, dropped his bat bag on the ground next to it like usual, then
looked into his Pop's eyes. The boy knew he was in trouble. He'd known he was
taking a big gamble yesterday, but when Jalen hadn't punched him out or broken
his phone, Aiden had thought his bold play might work out. Now he knew his
brother had ratted him out and he was in deep shit. He walked over to his
father with eyes firmly fixed on the cement floor.

"Give me your phone," said James.

Aiden looked up. "What?"

"Give me your phone." No anger, no hysteria, but flatly serious.

"Why?" the boy asked. Sounding more worried than defiant.

"You've breached a lot of trust. We need to see how far it's gone and if
there's any chance of repairing it." He held out his hand.

Aiden reached into the fanny pack he used to carry his phone, house keys and
wallet when he was wearing his baseball uniform and pulled out his iPhone. He
put it in his father's hand.

"Come with me."

They went through the kitchen door, then did a hairpin turn and went down the
basement stairs. James had a mini workshop there so he could sometimes work
from home. As they walked up to his workbench, Aiden saw the tower computer
from his room; the side panel was removed and some monitoring equipment was
attached directly to boards inside.

The boy's mouth opened to protest out of sheer reflex, but his father held up
his palm and Aiden swallowed his words.

"You not only spied; you recorded." Aiden's eyes again dropped to the floor.
"Give me your phone's password."

Without looking up, Aiden held out his arm, right thumb extended. James swiped
the screen, then held the fingerprint image up against his son's thumb. The
phone opened. James quickly and efficiently moved through camera and video
apps. He found both sessions with Aisha and Jalen and deleted them. Then he
emptied the trash file. Next, he attached the phone to a Mac Book on the bench
and used a shredding tool to go through and make sure the files couldn't be
retrieved or resurrected.

"Have you sent them to anyone or anywhere, like cloud storage?"

"No," the boy said more strongly. "I'd never do that." Then, with more
embarrassment, "They were only meant for me."

"Show me." James handed the phone back.

Aiden took in his father's hard look and quickly walked through his various
social media and email accounts, showing both his saved and sent files.

"Really, I never would have shared it with anyone else," he repeated sadly.

"Okay. But do you understand how fucked up it would be if those videos got
out? How crushed your mother would be?"

Aiden actually hadn't thought about that, because he'd honestly never even
considered sharing this secret, let alone the videos, with anyone. But now
that he did think about it, he easily saw how badly it could affect their
whole family, but especially their mother as a slut and their father as a
cuckold. He felt sick to his stomach again.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled. "I'm really sorry."

 **Chapter 34**

"I'm really sorry," he repeated later. Aiden was talking to his mother now,
but still intently studying the tops of his shoes.

After leaving his father, he'd walked into his bedroom to find her standing
there with arms crossed and a stern, disappointed look on her face. She hadn't
had to say a word to make his face and stomach drop in shame and to utter his
embarrassed apology.

She held her arms open and said, "Come here."

Aiden glanced up and then eagerly stepped into the shelter of his mother's
loving arms just as he had his entire life. It still felt like the best place
on Earth. "I'm sorry, Mom," he repeated.

"I know, baby, I know," she soothed. "It's okay. Things just got a little
crazy. But we'll stop and put things back to normal." Then, after more time
rocking him gently, she said softly, "If that's what you want."

Aiden froze. Had she really just asked him if he wanted her to continue
screwing Jalen?

A dummy would have stayed frozen, but Aiden was no dummy.

"Can I still watch?" he whispered back into her ear.

"No more recording?"

"No more recording," he promised.

"Sometimes," she responded. Then she gently bit his earlobe.

She felt an immediate bulge pressing against her hip and her hand
automatically moved to his crotch and squeezed. Her lips went back to his ear.

"I'd probably shag you right now if you hadn't abused our trust."

She sounded disappointed, and Aiden found himself wondering, _Damn, who is
this woman?_

"Do you want to earn our trust back?" She kept squeezing his cock through his
baseball pants and Aiden thanked God he'd slipped his cup out of his jockstrap
before mounting his moped for the ride home.

He nodded and groaned out an, "Uh huh."

"You keeping our secret, and keeping control of yourself, and keeping your
respect for me and your father are the three key things you have to be able to
do if you want to become one of my extra cocks."

Aiden groaned again.

"Because that's what you could be, like your brother is. Your father has
always been my only cock up till now and will always be my main cock, but
we're experimenting a little over this summer to see how it is for me to have
some extra fun when I feel like it."

Aiden nearly came right then when she slid her hand under the waistband of his
pants and squeezed him again in the confines of his jock.

"You certainly seem to have the necessary equipment to become one of my summer
interns," she cooed. "But because of what you did you'll have to pass some
other tests before you get a real try out. Do you understand and agree to
everything I've said?"

"Yes," he sighed as she rubbed the palm of her hand up and down his trapped
shaft.

"So, you don't get to make love to me right now. Or tonight. Or any night
until I judge you can do those three key things." She counted them off on her
fingers. "Discretion, self-control, respect. Understand?"

Aiden gave a low moan of frustration but nodded his head and answered yes.

 **Chapter 35**

Aiden figured his mother was going to leave now and that her touching and
teasing him were just part of his punishment. Then the poor teen's mind and
emotions were jerked in a different direction when his mother threw him
another wicked curveball. "Did you jack off while you watched me with Jalen?"

"Yes," he admitted with embarrassment.

"Show me." His mother stepped away from him, spun his desk chair around, and
sat down facing him. He just stood there dumbfounded.

"You got to see me having sex, isn't it fair that I get to see you?"

Unsurprisingly, Aiden felt incredibly awkward as he began to disrobe. He also
felt uncomfortably dirty. He'd been running around in the sun for two hours,
either taking batting practice or shagging balls for his teammates. He thought
about asking his mother if he could take a quick shower first, but he didn't
want to risk anything upsetting the rhythm of this dream-like encounter.

Aisha's fingers clenched the edges of the chair's seat to keep herself in
place as her heart raced and her mind spun. She'd completely intended on
explaining to Aiden what was going on, and then shutting the game down
temporarily to let things cool. But instead, she'd moved right into seduction
mode. If that first night of incestuous thought with James had been because of
the wine, she was blaming this mad turn of events on the pheromones.

The 41-year-old mother of two had always liked her lovers clean but when she'd
taken Aiden in her arms, the odor had struck her in a primal way. It was the
odor of a man, not her little boy. Sweat that had not yet devolved into locker
room funk, but still had that sharp tang like after a hard workout with a sexy
partner. She'd felt light-headed and completely unexpected words had come out
of her mouth. Her animal nature had also sent her hand into his pants, for
God's sake.

When she'd squeezed his damp, compressed form through his sweaty jock, and
felt him spring to life, she was completely lost. Yes, Aisha Seward did prefer
a clean lover, but she'd almost dropped to her knees right then, nearly
overwhelmed with the desire to taste his dirty, young cock. To lick the sweat
from his balls. She clenched the seat tighter and forced the flats of her feet
hard against the floor.

Aiden was wearing some beat up slip-on Vans and he heeled out of those and
then stood on one foot after the other to quickly strip off his socks. He
tossed the shoes and socks into the farthest corner, wanting the smelliest
items as far away from his mother as possible. He pulled his jersey up over
his head next and threw that on top of the footwear.

Her baby boy was beautiful. Not as heavily built as his father or especially
as his brother who worked the iron hard, but still definitely an athlete like
both his parents. His skin was lighter than James or Jalen, but darker than
her own. Caramel, she decided. And not a hair on his well-defined chest. The
nipples darker, like little bits of fudge on mounds of caramel. _Salted
caramel_ she thought as she remained fixated on tasting his sweaty young body.

The way his mother was staring at him gave Aiden a boost of confidence as he
undid his belt and slid his uniform pants down over his hips, then bent and
pushed them all the way down to the floor. He stepped out of them, leaving him
in just his jock and the small white slip briefs he wore over it to keep the
straps from showing through his white ball pants too easily in the sun. He put
his thumbs under the slip's waistband and sent it down after his pants. Then
he spun away from his mother.

 _Cheeky boy_ , that scandalous mother thought as Aiden turned his ass to her.
_Very cheeky._ He had the family ass, all right. The power that had sent
mother and father around the track and over hurdles, the power that made Jalen
a force on the football field and basketball court, was in the family ass.
She'd known for years that Aiden had the family power by the way he covered
his territory and more on the diamond, and by the way he flew around the
bases. But to see it this way, framed by the white straps of a jockstrap, like
some beefcake calendar shot, was about to break down her self-restraint and
send her crawling over to kiss it.

Then he turned back to her, his thumbs in the jock's waistband, ready to
release his straining snake from its white cotton sack. She inched forward to
the edge of the seat, seconds away from pouncing on it like a mongoose, when
she glanced up and saw the look of triumph on the boy's face. If she'd seen
his hard cock first, before that look, he would have won, and she'd be on her
knees in front of him. But the premature look of victory on an opponent's face
had always urged Aisha to superhuman effort to snatch the victory for herself.

"Stop," she said, her voice strong and clear. She sat back in the chair.
"That's enough."

His look of triumph was replaced by one of doubt.

"Do it now," she commanded.

Doubt became confusion.

"I asked you to show me how you jacked off while watching me fuck your
brother." She literally saw his bulge pulse when she emphasized the last three
words. "So, show me. Not your cock, just how you abused it. I want you to cum
in your jock."

When he still didn't move, she gave him a wry smile, then a small shrug.

"That's okay, baby. I understand. This whole family-sex thing is pretty
perverted. You don't have to be part of it, even as a voyeur." She got to her
feet. "But can we still count on you to keep our secret?"

"No! Yes. I mean, wait," he blurted out. "I can...I want to..." Then he shut
up and squeezed his crotch. Aisha retook her seat. Her pussy was wetter than
ever, but she was back in control of herself and the situation.

She kept her eyes on his, but at an angle that allowed her to see that his
cock was absolutely straining against the restricting athletic supporter. His
hand was actually inside the jock, stroking himself directly, which was
technically a violation of the rules in her mind. However, he was keeping his
cock held down so the head didn't pop up above the waistband, so she let it
slide.

"What did you see? What did you see when you spied on me visiting your
brother?"

The words stumbled drunkenly from his mouth as he stroked himself. "You
squatted...cum from your ass...onto Jalen's dick."

"Ooh," she cooed. "You saw me baptize your brother's cock with your father's
cum. You know, you'll have to be baptized too before you can enter Mommy's
pussy. Would you like that? Would you like to feel Daddy's cum dripping from
me onto your hard cock?"

That was it, he was done, and he grunted as he jetted into the confines of his
jockstrap. Aiden stumbled back and sat on the edge of his bed, gasping.

Aisha got to her feet and walked over to him, laying a hand gently on his
cheek. "That's my good boy, my beautiful boy. I hope you get to be my lover.
What are the three keys to making that happen?"

After a dazed pause, he said, "Discretion, self-control, respect."

She bent and kissed the top of his head. "Mommy loves you, baby." Then she
walked out.

 **Chapter 36**

No one said anything at dinner that night, but Jalen and James both knew what
had happened to Aiden. Aisha had told them as she'd fucked each of them in
quick succession after leaving her younger son's room and stripping off her
clothes right there in the hallway in search of the first hard cock she could
find.

As she sat there now, feeling the sinful seed of her two lovers drip into her
heavy-duty panty liner, Aisha wondered if she still had enough inside her to
give Aiden his promised baptism. Right then, right there. Before she
succumbed, however, she managed to remind herself he had more tests to pass
and forced herself to calmly eat the simple chicken and rice dinner that James
had put together. She'd been far too flustered to even think about cooking
herself.

Aiden had been so flustered that he'd barely been able to choke down more than
four or five bites and his eyes didn't come up from staring at the table top
many more times than that either.

The next day, Thursday, Jalen worked at his father's company for just half a
day. The second half was meant to be dedicated to book study for his
certification tests.

Before he got started on that, however, Jalen called his little brother into
his room to do his part in saving his much more exciting summer internship as
their mother's lover. The young stud had been feeling pretty confident that
he'd be invited to stay on in that position past the summer, but now he feared
Aiden's interference might squash the whole thing. Hell, even his birthday
weekend alone with Moms was at risk.

Back in June, when it all started, he'd probably have threatened to kick
Aiden's ass if he fucked things up, maybe even put hands on him to show how
serious things were. But his summer internship working at the data plant had
unconsciously introduced him to better management styles, like those exercised
by his father and some other senior workers who'd gained Jalen's respect.

Jalen sat in his desk chair and told Aiden to sit on the edge of his bed.
"Listen, man," he said. "I'm not going to get all blustery and shit because
you're no dummy; you've heard the rules and you know Mom's dead serious about
stopping everything cold."

"I know," Aiden started. "I'm sorry man—"

Jalen put up his hand. "Save it, I don't need more apologies, I need to hear
that you understand and can keep your shit together. I forgot that myself at
the beginning and nearly killed the game before it got started."

Aiden held his tongue but raised his eyebrows in question.

"Let's just say I got so excited by the mere idea of being with Mom that I
nearly crossed some of the lines you've been told about. This is not some
_free use_ setup, where you can lay hands on her whenever you want or even say
whatever you want when you're not alone together. Face it, this is some
seriously taboo shit, and those rules are generally for the best. We're all
adults now, but people might still talk about manipulation of a kid -
especially of you."  

"But no one brought me into this--" Aiden protested, but Jalen cut him off
again.

"Even so, the world would blow up around us. Now, we don't have to worry about
outsiders understanding if you keep your mouth shut, but we do need you to
understand. Sex with Mom is incredible, but it's not your right. No doubt
Dad's getting laid every night because they're still very much into each
other, but we won't be. You can't get jealous or pissed because you know she's
visited me two nights in a row, while you've had nothing. Sometimes it'll just
work out that way. We're just her spares. If you do this you have to realize
she's not your girlfriend, you're her fuck toy. Can you deal with that?"

Aiden nodded. Jalen knew that the nod was almost meaningless at this point.
The kid was smart and could certainly grasp theoretical concepts, but his
world was going to change, was going to go spinning around like a top once
their mother visited him.

"So, listen. These are all just words for now, none of us know how things are
going to go until you have to be around her. I'll just tell you to try and
step outside of yourself and watch yourself. Hanging around her all the time
like a puppy or constantly staring at her tits or ass is going to make her and
everyone uncomfortable. Keep your cool and your world is going to get rocked.
Lose your cool and everyone's world is going to go into a very depressing ice
age."

 **Chapter 37**

When James got home later that day, he and Aiden went into the garage together
to do some work on the boy's moped motor, which had been running a little
rough. It naturally also served to allow the father to explain a bit more to
the son about why all this was happening.

"So, you see," James concluded. "It's all about your mother's happiness; her
desires and pleasures. Therefore, if you want to be part of that, you have to
go with her flow. Think you can do that?"

Aiden assured him that he could, and they finished the work on the moped and
got cleaned up for dinner.

While father and son-number-two had been out working on motors and sexual
etiquette, mother and son-number-one had been discussing his birthday weekend.
She'd made some unusual proposals that would diminish the truly private nature
of their assignation, but Jalen had agreed to them without too much complaint.
They held a certain element of kink that could make up for some of the loss of
pure seclusion.

As the family enjoyed pork cutlets with fried apples and scalloped potatoes,
Aisha laid out her and Jalen's plans.

"You asked your brother to cancel our weekend trip away," she said to Aiden,
"because you wanted to watch some more." Her tone of disdain for his spying
made her younger son drop his eyes to his plate.

"The duplicitous way you gained this knowledge aside, don't you think you're a
little old to be asking your brother to share his birthday gifts?"

Aiden hoped the question was rhetorical, but the continuing silence told him
it wasn't. He raised his eyes. "Yeah, I realize it was actually pretty
selfish. I'm sure it will be a very special gift for him. I...I hope you have
fun." He glanced sideways to his father, realizing he really didn't know the
proper etiquette for his family's bizarre situation. Fortunately, his dad
nodded and gave him a slight smile.

"Well," his mother continued in a lighter tone. "You'll be glad to hear that
your brother has agreed to your request."

Both Aiden and his father's eyes opened wide in surprise.

"Including the second part," Aisha added with a bit of a leer.

The two men's eyes went even wider and ping-ponged back and forth between
Aisha and a grinning Jalen.

"Now, he's still getting his exclusive weekend," she said in a sultry voice as
she turned a smoky gaze onto her eldest son. "But we won't be going away to a
hotel. Instead, we're going to stay downstairs."

"Downstairs" was in the basement. It was the full size of the house and beyond
James's home workroom and some storage space, about 2/3 of the basement had
been turned into an apartment. It had a fully appointed lounging area with a
large, comfortable fold-out bed, a bathroom with a shower and a kitchenette
with a corner dining table. It was where guests who were staying more than a
day or two would sleep, like grandparents on a weeklong visit. Not only was it
a self-sufficient apartment, but it also had a separate entrance from the
outside. Aisha had promised Jalen he could have her to himself all weekend and
this compromise made it possible without them having to go to a hotel.

"And how will the second part work?" asked James, referring to Aiden's request
to be able to watch his mother and brother break various natural and manmade
laws.

Aisha replied to her husband, with some side-eye for Aiden. "You are going to
replicate our perverted little snoop's camera set up. Maybe with an extra
camera or two if you can and wired up so you can watch from any monitor on our
intranet."

One of the benefits of having three IT nerds in the family was that the
Sewards had the fastest-running, best-protected private network in the
neighborhood, possibly the city.

"The FVN," Aiden said with a weak laugh, trying to joke his way into the
conversation. "The Family Voyeur Network." The newly minted adult really
wanted to get past his time in the doghouse and be accepted as a full-fledged
member of Mother Seward's cock squad.

"More like the FEN, the Family Exhibitionist Network," his mother said as she
went through the ground rules she'd cobbled together. "Because, unless I and
my lover want to be seen, the cameras will remain off. And I expect you to
hold to your promise not to try and record anything." Aiden nodded,
reaffirming his pledge.

She continued focusing on her younger son. "As Jalen knows and has seen, your
father and I are still very much in love, and he is still very much my number
one lover; most nights I won't visit either one of you. And if anyone starts
to hound me about that or act like it's expected, I'll shut the whole family
playtime experiment down."

Aiden put up his hand in a Scout Salute to show he would honor his mother's
wishes.

"On the flip side of that coin," she continued. "You don't have to say yes to
one of my visits, you'll be an intern, not a sex slave. You also don't have to
wait for me. You are no more exclusive to me than I am to you. In fact, I very
much want you both to continue meeting and seeing girls. If you do end up
having sex with them, we expect you, as we've always done, to wear the proper
protection."

James cut in, looking more closely at Jalen. "If you find yourself getting
lucky with more than one woman in close succession, it's even more important
that you wear protection. Including with your mother. We're all counting on
each other to protect each other's health. Do you agree to follow that rule as
well?"

The idea of having to wear a rubber with his mother galled Jalen, but he
confirmed he would. He had to admit that it really was the right thing to do,
even if he wouldn't like it.

Fortunately for Aiden, since he wasn't sexually active, he wouldn't have to
wear a condom if his mother finally decided to pay him a private visit. _Fuck
if. When._

 **Chapter 38**

Friday evening, they had Jalen's favorite dinner and sang Happy Birthday as he
blew out his 19 candles. For his public birthday gift, his parents gave him a
pair of Nike KD 14's. When he took them out of the box, he found some hundred-
dollar bills stuffed inside.

"Half of the downpayment on that little truck you wanted," said his father.

"Holy shit! I mean, thank you, thank you so much!"

When Jalen opened the small box from his brother, he found a Toyota keychain
and three pairs of different colored shoelaces.

"So we don't mix up the car keys, and so you can change your look out on the
courts."

For his private birthday gifts, Aiden gave him a box of multi-colored condoms.
"So you can change your look off the court too," he said with a laugh. His
father gave him a large bottle of Astro Glide. His mother gave him her hand
and he used it lead her down to the basement.

Aiden was ready to dash upstairs and fire up his laptop nearly before the
basement door finished closing behind his mother's big, fine ass, but his
father said, "Remember the three cardinal rules?"

The boy's mind stumbled. _Cardinal rules?_ Then he remembered the humiliating,
exhilarating episode from the day before yesterday when his mother had made
him jack off in front of her into his jockstrap. _Discretion, self-control,
and respect,_ the three things he had to demonstrate if he wanted to be a
voyeur, and hopefully more, to his mother's appetites.

He didn't see where discretion fit in tonight; he'd been invited to openly
view his mother and older brother having sex and had even helped his father
set up the cameras last night after dinner.

 _Self-control?_ Surely, his father didn't expect him not to jack off while
watching such an incredible exhibition? Then he thought of self-control in a
different way and looked again at his father's intent gaze. Aiden turned back
to the dinner table and began clearing it. Following their normal procedures,
he carried plates and such to the sink, where his dad rinsed them and put them
into the dishwasher. As he wiped down the table and then carried out the
trash, Aiden considered how self-control also related and even equated to the
respect that his parents also required of him.

When the young man came back into the house, his father smiled at him and
said, "Shall we see what's on TV?"

Aiden's jaw dropped. _TV?_ he thought. _They've been down there 15 minutes
already, why would we watch fucking TV?_

His father put his hand on his shoulder and guided him into the living room
with the large flatscreen. James took a seat on the sofa and Aiden planted
himself in the swiveling recliner at the end of the coffee table. James took
up the remote control and turned on the TV set.

Still confused as to why Pops wanted to watch TV, Aiden finally registered
that his father had chosen the family's private network as the video source.
Since the video feed could be accessed from anywhere on the house's intranet,
Aiden had assumed they'd be watching in the privacy of their bedrooms.
Instead, he was apparently going to watch with his father. _Really?!_

As the image came up, the voyeurs found themselves looking down on the central
seating area of the basement apartment. This camera was one of the slickest
and James had brought it home from work. Access to old equipment was one of
the perks of his job. This camera might be a generation or two old, but it was
still very cool, thought Aiden. Mounted in a smoke alarm housing, it was
clearly meant for covert surveillance. The lens could swivel, tilt, and zoom
under the control of a phone app. Now it was looking down on the sofa bed,
which had not yet been folded out into its queen-sized sleeping position.

Seated in the center of the sofa was Jalen. He still wore his shirt, but that
was all. His knees were spread and between them, on her own knees and
completely naked, was Aisha. The movement of her arms and head made it clear
what she was doing to her son. Unfortunately, the camera was mounted just
beyond where the foot of the bed would eventually be and looking down at the
front of the sofa from about a 60-degree angle. That meant they could only see
the naughty mother's back and the rear of her bobbing head.

James used the remote to bring up two small windows in the lower right-hand
corner of the screen. These represented the feeds from the other two cameras
they'd installed. He brought one of them up to full screen. It was from the
camera that Aiden had been using to spy on his brother. Like in Jalen's room,
it was mounted on a bookcase against the wall that looked sideways across the
sleeping area. But in this room, it was mounted down around chest level, and
it showed that Aisha was gripping the birthday boy's nuts with her left hand,
stroking the base of his shaft with her right, and taking the top third of the
big black cock into her mouth.

"Fuck me," the little brother sighed out unconsciously.

 _Don't you wish?_ His father chuckled to himself. _Don't I wish?_ He added as
he saw the enthusiasm and saliva that his beautiful, highly-sexed wife
showered on their eldest son.

He called up the third camera. This was a wireless handycam mounted on a
tripod so that it could be placed wherever needed for a good shot. Right now,
it was behind the sofa and looking down over Jalen's shoulder, providing a POV
from his viewpoint. Aisha was clearly performing for that camera, and Jalen.
She was pulling his cock down and away from his body, which allowed the three
guys to see the way the thick rod distended her lips and cheeks and how her
pink tongue ran laps around the fat, black mushroom of a head. And when she
looked up into his eyes, they could all see her wanton passion, she was really
getting off on being watched.

A low groan from his right brought James's gaze away from the screen and over
to his youngest son. The boy's eyes were huge and shiny as they stared, almost
unblinkingly, at the images on the screen. The father suddenly realized Aiden
was massaging his crotch through his pants. The zoned-out look on his face
made it clear the actions were unconscious.

James saw it was time to follow through on Aisha's request to teach Aiden a
bit more about self-control. _Incest coach,_ James laughed at himself as he
picked up the remote and rearranged the windows on the screen. The POV shot
continued to fill most of the large, HD flat panel, while the side camera
became a picture-in-picture that took up most of the lower right quarter of
the screen. The overhead shot was relegated to a smaller window in the lower
left.

Laying the remote on the sofa arm, James undid his belt and fly and slid his
hand under the waistband of his boxers. His cock had naturally already begun
to swell from watching his wife's debauched adventure and he took the dark
tube in his hand and began gently squeezing it.

The sounds of belt buckle and zipper had finally broken Aiden's attention away
from the screen and he found his father adding yet another amazement to the
growing pile of wonders he'd been exposed to ever since catching his mother
and brother together. When he registered that he also had a hand in his own
crotch, he thought, _Is this going to turn into a circle jerk?_ He felt a
sudden burst of panic. _Just how far does this family sex thing go?_

But his father didn't seem to be paying Aiden any attention, he was tightly
focused on the screen even as he relaxed in his seat. With a subtle
rearrangement, Aiden saw his dad's cock suddenly poking up through the fly of
his boxers, and his hand begin travelling slowly up and down. The teen turned
his eyes away, back to the screen, where he saw his mother take his brother's
incredibly fat cock even deeper. He realized it was a bit hypocritical of him
to expect his mother and brother to show themselves if he was too uptight to
do the same. Well, if the price of voyeurism was a certain amount of
exhibitionism, Aiden could adjust.

He wasn't wearing boxers, so he lifted his hips to enable him to slip his
briefs down far enough to free his own cock. Looking over again to double
check he hadn't committed some faux paus, Aiden registered again how slowly
his dad was stroking his dick. Just getting his cock out had almost made Aiden
shoot off; he also needed to go slow if he wanted to last more than a couple
of seconds. But when he turned his attention back to the screen, he still
almost lost it after just two strokes.

"Cup the top like this," his father advised.

Looking back to the side, Aiden saw James cup his palm over his cockhead and
squeeze gently. When he took his hand away, the hard, black staff seemed to
have lost about 10% of its erection.

"Do that, then let go and just watch for a bit. Breathe, relax, and wait
easy."

Aiden thought squeezing his cockhead might make it blow, but the compression
worked, and he felt his rod soften and the urgency to come back off a few
steps.

"Breathe, relax and wait easy," James repeated.

Aiden realized his father was repeating the same mantra he'd taught the boy
years ago when coaching him on how to get over nervousness at the plate.

The kid let go of his bat, determined not to swing at the first pitch, no
matter how goddamned sexy it looked. Instead, he just watched the action on
the screen, like he was watching the body language of a pitcher on the mound.
Only after a few cleansing breaths did he wrap his fingers around the handle
of his Louisville Slugger again. Lightly. Very lightly.

 **Chapter 39**

Aisha had been getting good at getting her son's thick cock all the way into
her throat and she did it now and she loved it. She hoped he would blast his
load into her belly. _No, not yet_. She wanted to choke on him longer. And
then fuck him. And then take his cum. But in her pussy or in her mouth? _In my
mouth. Right now!_ She pushed her tongue out from under his veined rod and
lapped at his heavy balls. _That will make him cum_ , she thought. _And the
watchers too._ Remembering their private audience, she imagined the middle-
aged and the young man were standing right there with them, wanking their
cocks. She pictured Aiden's virgin penis exploding all over her face while his
big brother fired down her throat and suddenly she was the one who was
cumming! She snapped one hand off the cock and down between her own legs and
slapped her clit hard, again and again as she wailed around the mouthful of
hot meat that filled her throat and her world.

"Oh, fuck," gasped Aiden as he watched his mother convulse in pleasure. Hell,
she actually looked like she was choking to death, like she needed help, but
somehow, he saw beyond the reddening blush of her skin and the tears streaming
down her cheeks. Jalen wasn't holding her in place, didn't have his hands on
the back of her head, forcing her down on his pole, she was doing this to
herself.

"Oh, fuck!" he barked again when his own orgasm would not be refused any
longer. Instead of taking his squeezing hand off his cock he stroked hard and
fast, not thinking about his father being only six feet away. Then he was in
his mother's world, eyes narrowed in the little death, breath caught in his
throat, and powerful jets of spunk painting his L.A. Lakers t-shirt.

When he could finally breathe and see again, the first image he took in was
his mother sitting back on her ass on the floor downstairs, gasping in deep
breaths over her foam-covered chin.

"You didn't come!" Aisha said in frustrated amazement. "But I wanted it, baby,
you know I wanted it."

"I do know," the muscular young man said in a low, strained voice. "But I
didn't want it. Not yet."

Aiden looked closer. That wasn't cum on her chin? But, then what? Just spit?
How could Jalen have kept from exploding the way Aiden just had?

His mother got back up on her knees and took the hard, throbbing penis back
into her hands. "But, baby, we have all weekend, and you're going to get to
come again and again. Are you sure you don't want to give Mommy a mouthful of
your delicious cream?"

Jalen looked up at the camera mounted on the ceiling. "Remember what we agreed
about the audience?" he asked.

After a moment the look on her face morphed from desperately horny to wickedly
amused. She did remember. Looking directly into the handycam over her son's
shoulder, with its small boom microphone, she spoke to their audience.

"Your generous brother and son agreed to share this view of him opening and
enjoying his birthday gift, but only until his first orgasm." Her eyes moved
to Jalen's and she smiled as she continued. "And he's apparently so generous
that he didn't want to cut you voyeurs off too soon. But be warned, you don't
have much more than ten minutes left, because if I couldn't suck his cum out
of him, I'm definitely going to fuck it out of him."  

The beautiful, incestuous mother rose to her feet, scrambled onto the sofa
until she was kneeling astride her son's lap, and held the tip of his thick,
black cock up against the opening of the hole he'd entered the world through.

Slowly, inch by wicked inch, she slid down over the staff until her pussy lips
were grinding into his pubes. The camera lens couldn't see her face anymore
since it was aimed down at their crotches, but her voice was clear. "Oh, yes.
I'm going to fuck the hot cum right out of this beautiful young cock. Enjoy it
while it lasts."

James and Aiden turned and looked at each other. The father's cock was stiff
in his hand and the 18-year-old son's was coming right back to life, even
while the wet cum from his first orgasm soaked into his t-shirt.

"Think I'll head up to bed," James said as nonchalantly as he could manage,
which wasn't very. Getting to his feet, he awkwardly forced his rod back under
cover and buckled his pants, although he didn't try to get the zip back up.
"See you in the morning, eh?

"Okay if I stay up a little longer?" asked Aiden, who didn't have a big screen
in his bedroom like his parents did.

"Of course," said his father. Then, glancing at his son's cum-spotted shirt,
he got a crooked grin and added, "Just clean up when you're done, okay?"

The boy looked down and saw the spattering of bodily fluids across his torso
and in his sparse pubes. Then he got his own grin when he looked and saw his
father's cock had worked free and was once again poking through the opening of
his boxers and his pants. "You bet. Same for you, right?"

"You bet," the older man agreed before heading out of the room and up the
stairs.

Aisha had said they had no more than ten minutes left and Jalen again proved
his toughness by holding out for nine. But it was still plenty of time for his
virgin brother to strip off his soiled t-shirt and stroke himself to another
shuddering orgasm as he listened to his mother's foul-mouthed encouragement of
Jalen. And it was plenty of time for Jalen's father to get up to his room,
shed his clothes, dial the closed feed into the bedroom TV and sync his
stroking so that he came in tandem with his son on the screen. One hot load of
Seward man-jizz went up into an even hotter pussy and two others sprayed
across hard abdomens.

 **Chapter 40**

Saturday morning, James and Aiden met in the kitchen like most weekends. But
of course, it was a weekend like no other. The video feed from downstairs had
gone black a few minutes after the incestuous mother had drawn her lover-boy's
seed up into her body and had not yet returned.

The 18-year-old son said nothing, but the question on his face was clear.

The 43-year-old father could only shrug his shoulders before turning back to
the stove to tend to the eggs in the frying pan.

Both father and son periodically checked, but not only did Aisha and Jalen not
make another video appearance, they also didn't make any live appearances.
James had thought they might come up during the day, maybe for meals, but they
didn't. They did leave the basement a few times, but by the exterior door and
only with each other. On Saturday night James saw them through the living room
window, getting into Aisha's car, which she'd left parked on the street. Jalen
held the passenger door open for his mother before getting behind the wheel
and driving them away. They'd both looked dressed to kill; she'd obviously
stocked the basement with more than food for their "weekend away". James had
pulled his phone out and was a second away from texting a "?" to Aisha's
phone. But after a pause, his thumb moved from Send to Discard and he'd
pressed that button.

Sunday morning, they finally heard from her. Father and younger son were in
the back yard, touching up the paint on the garden shed when both of their
phones pinged. It was a WhatsApp message to the family group with a couple of
photos. Aisha and Jalen were wearing the clothes James had seen them in
Saturday night and they were on a dance floor; they'd apparently gone out to a
club. They'd gotten someone to take two pictures of them. In one they were
dancing, a bit provocatively, and in the other they were sitting next to each
other at a table, shoulders together and both holding glasses toward the
camera.

James wondered if Aisha was drinking booze with their underage son.

When Aiden saw the message, he cursed that he'd just had his birthday and
might have to wait nearly eleven months to have a weekend like this with his
mother.

Another WhatsApp followed from Jalen. It had another photo of Aisha in her
club outfit. Well, not exactly in it anymore. The picture had been snapped
just as the slinky dress was sliding down past the sexy MILF's knees and she
had a bra, but no panties on underneath it. From the background, it had been
taken in the basement apartment.

A third message followed on the tail of the second; this one from Aisha. _Burn
after reading_! it said. Followed by a winking emoji and another one blowing a
kiss.

"No recording." That had been what Aisha had told the boys when she'd agreed
to having the voyeur cameras set up. This was apparently only a minor and
temporary infraction of that rule.

Father and son looked at each other. Both would dearly love to keep this photo
of the outrageous wife and mother, but both marked the third photo and pressed
delete. Then, holding their screens visible to each other, they went into
their deleted files and emptied their trashcans.

It was a few more hours before one more message pinged the phones of the
anxious audience members. It was short and seemed to be some kind of code.
Fortunately, James understood the code.

 _7:30. 1x 1, 1x 20, 1x 58, 1x 72_

"Looks like we're having Thai tonight," James said to Aiden.

The boy hardly heard, as he was staring hard at his own phone, looking at the
photos of Jalen and their mother at the club and wishing he could have the
other one back.

A few more hours later, James was at the front door, paying the delivery
driver for two orders of spring rolls, two Thai soups, one beef dish, one
chicken dish and two duck. As he brought the containers into the kitchen, the
door to the basement opened and Aisha and Jalen came through. They must have
seen the delivery car arrive through the basement window and were finally
returning from their "weekend away".

No one said anything, they all just pitched in to set the table, pour drinks,
and pass around the food, each person offering to share a portion of his or
her main dish with anyone else who wanted a bite.

A few times, James saw Aiden was about to bust at the seams with a question or
comment, so he made repeated eye contact with the dazzled boy to keep him
anchored and asked him direct questions about how the summer league was
progressing. He was impressed that the kid managed to keep coming back from
the edge, despite his obvious overwhelming wonder about what had developed in
their house.

Aisha let it go on until she finished her soup. Then, as she dished up her red
curry chicken, she said, "Aiden, is there something on your mind?" Her voice
was calm, even cheerful, as if she'd simply asked him about his day.

James tensed, but avoided letting it show in his face. Could the boy avoid the
trap? Could he pass the discretion test?

"I was just wondering," the excited teen began. Then as if someone had pulled
up his emergency brake, he slowed. "Um, unh, I...I was just wondering if Jalen
wanted to play a little hoop out in the driveway tomorrow. He should probably
break in his new shoes a bit before taking them to the rec center courts for a
full game." Then he clenched his teeth to keep anything else from coming out.

Aisha and James looked at each other and smiled. Jalen grinned as he said,
"Yeah. Sounds good. After work tomorrow."

Later, in the parental bed, Aisha was on James like a panther.

"Whoa. I thought I might have to give you a day or two to recover," he said in
surprise.

She was straddling his waist and brought her face down close to his. In a
veritable growl she said, "Your son is a fucking beautiful beast. He pounded
all three of my holes mercilessly. But now I need a lover who isn't a student.
I need you to fuck your wife like only you know how to fuck her!"

So he did.

 **Chapter 41**

The next morning, the first Monday of August, Aisha woke her husband with a
blowjob. The alarm clock told him he should have had another 45 minutes to
sleep.

"Good God, woman," he moaned, but he wasn't really complaining.

She raised her head slowly until his small head was just touching her lips.
"Tell me again," she said. "Tell me about Aiden."

James recounted the story he'd told her last night while they'd fucked. About
how father and younger son had watched together while the wild mother had
impaled her throat on her older son's long, thick cock on camera just one
floor below them.

When he got to the part about how Aiden had blown his load all over his
t-shirt, right in front of his father, Aisha's mouth came off him just an
inch, while her hand stroked him faster.

"Was there a lot?" she moaned. "Was it thick?" Her head dropped over his
cockhead again and bobbed hungrily up and down.

James hadn't really filed away any details, he just knew it was a mess. But he
also knew what his wife wanted to hear. "I couldn't believe how much," he
groaned as she worked to release the substitute for the cream she was thinking
about.

"It shot from cock to collar, with strands and pools of jizz scattered like
paint on a purple drop cloth. Like clumps of heavy cream melting on a piece of
warm blackberry pie."

A whimper arose from Aisha as her throat clutched around the big dick, while
her hand rubbed frantically between her legs and brought her to another
rocking orgasm. Exploding in a chain reaction, James blasted his seed into her
belly.

While they showered and dressed afterwards, Aisha shared that the thought of
him and Aiden watching her with Jalen had kept her cranked up all weekend. And
now, the idea of the two of them jacking off together while they watched was
still making her horny even after so many days in a row of active fucking.

However, the discussion also brought out one newly discovered desire of
Aisha's that wasn't yet being fulfilled and they talked about how they might
resolve the issue. James couldn't help worrying sometimes about starting his
family down such a twisted trail, but hearing his wife's plan for navigating
the latest kink in that trail buried his worry, at least temporarily, under
lust.

Before James and Jalen headed out to work, Jalen told them he had a date set
up for that night and wouldn't be there for dinner. Aisha felt a tug of
disappointment, but then thought a night off might be good after her extra
randy weekend.

Aiden didn't have any baseball activities to keep him occupied that day and
was struggling to stay out from under his mother's feet. He'd gone so far as
to write the three rules of Discretion, Self-Control, and Respect onto the
back of one of his father's business cards. When he found himself once again
mindlessly wandering toward his mother's home office, where she was trying to
work with her online college course students, he'd pull the card out of his
pocket to remind himself not to bother her.

Aisha was struggling mightily with her own self-control. She felt like a mare
in heat and the young stallion kept prancing around, obviously ready to give
her the frantic breeding she so desperately craved. She finally kicked Aiden
out of the house and banished him to the local library to work on an over-
summer school project that neither of them had been paying enough attention
to.

The tension eased, or at least shifted a little bit, when Jalen and James got
home from work and Jalen reminded her that he was going out for a belated
birthday dinner with some friends.

"What did you tell them about why you weren't around on your actual birthday?"
asked James.

"I told them that since it was my last birthday before starting college that
you wanted to do a family getaway before I became too busy with my _grown-up
life."_

"And where did we go?" asked his mother. "In case we need to back up your
story."

"Up to Uncle Trey's cabin to escape the heat and do some fishing."

"Fishing? They bought that you wanted a fishing weekend for your birthday?"
she said with skepticism.

Jalen grinned and looked at his father. "I blamed it on Pops. I told them he
was afraid it might be the last time his best fishing partner would be
available for a couple of days of angling for the big ones."

"And when they ask about what you caught?" she said, hoping she never had to
back up this fabrication.

"I'll say I caught the most beautiful creature I'd ever seen swimming in those
waters," he said with a heat that went straight to his mother's core.

"Caught it over and over again," chortled Aiden.

The three others all snapped stern gazes to the youngest Seward. But in
seconds all three joined him in laughter.

"Over and over again," Aisha confirmed in a contented purr.

"Best summer fishing ever, eh?" offered James.

"Best summer ever," declared Jalen. "Best summer ever."

 **Chapter 42**

Aisha, James, and Aiden had a light dinner of salad with feta cheese and while
they ate, they finally talked about the elephant in the room, although not
about the details that Aiden was dying to hear. The boy's parents asked him
what he thought about the whole situation and especially what he thought about
his mother and his father. Was he having trouble holding onto the respect he'd
always had for them before?

Aiden hesitated, but they finally coaxed out some of his confusion, especially
regarding hotwife and cuckold porn he'd admitted to viewing since he'd learned
what was going on with his family.

"Cuckold?" said his mother. She looked at her husband. "God, I hope that's not
how you feel. I certainly don't feel that way about you."

In response, James spoke to his son. "So, you know where your mother was and
what she was doing from Friday night to Sunday night, right?" Aiden nodded.
"Do you know what she did after dinner Sunday night?" The teen shook his head
no. "She fucked my brains out. Know what she did first thing this morning?"
Another shake. "She woke me up by sucking me off." James didn't mention that
his wife had been fantasizing about her second son at the time. "Starting the
day and ending the day with her husband. Or in this example, ending and
starting. Is that what happens with the cuckolds you've seen so far?"

His head spinning from the intimate details his father had laid out so
plainly, Aiden thought about some of his surfing in porn seas he'd never
entered before. On many of the wife-sharing sites he'd visited, the husband
was some kind of loser. Either ignorant of his wife's cheating or humiliated
as she cast it in his face along with plenty of insults about his
inadequacies. Neither of those scenarios seemed to fit what was going on with
the Sewards.

"No," he answered, but with some doubt.

"You're going to hear plenty of argument about it on the 'net," James said in
a more soothing tone. "Some will declare, with ugly vehemence, that any guy
who lets his wife have sex with someone else is a cuck. Others will say that
consensual sharing done with the husband's knowledge and consent means he
isn't a cuckold, but more of a swinger, for lack of a better word. I—" He
looked at his wife, who nodded. "We...fall into the second camp."

"You're swingers?" asked Aiden.

"Hmm, no, let's not go that far," mused James.

"Before this summer I'd never been with another man since I married your
father. Actually, from some time before we married," said Aisha. She turned
her gaze to James. "And I never would have been."

James smiled at his lovely wife. "I know that, and I never worried about it."
Now he theoretically spoke to his son, but his eyes never left Aisha's. "But I
did feel that your mother's hungers ran deep and were actually growing as time
went by. I decided to offer an option, an experiment that might provide
greater physical pleasure without threatening our emotional love." His next
words could have been a comment but were clearly more of a question for his
wife. "And I think the experiment has been working."

"It has indeed," his wife replied. Then, in taunting words supposedly aimed at
Aiden, but obviously intended for James, she said, "In more ways than Dr.
Fuckenstein may have expected. Yes, it has both awakened and fed the deeper
hunger in me that your father mentioned. But it's also revived the lover in
your Pops. His _good_ loving has gone back up to _great_ on a much more
consistent basis." The crooked smile on her face was both teasing and hungry.

Aiden found himself the fifth wheel and half-expected his parents to attack
each other right there in front of him. But he was never going to have another
opportunity like this, so he pressed on.

"So...where do I fit in? Or do I?"

Mother and father tore their gazes away from each other and turned them on
their son. Father said, "If you understand that I won't stand for either of
you boys trying to cuckold me or showing any disrespect of your mother, then
from my perspective you fit in wherever your mother decides." His eyebrows
drew together and his voice took on an edge. "Even if that means you don't fit
into her sex life at all. Understood and agreed?"

It struck Aiden suddenly and harshly that his father, whom he knew loved him
without limit, would quite willingly, and quite easily, beat the shit out of
him if he crossed either of those two boundaries of respect.

"Yes, sir," he answered through a tight throat.

"From my perspective," his mother said, "it still depends on how well you
internalize and externalize all three of the cardinal rules." Her voice took
on a friendlier tone as she added, "And so far, you're doing pretty well." It
absolutely purred when she continued with, "How about we go downstairs and
talk about it some more?"

"Downstairs...? Yes. Yes, Ma'am," the boy said brightly before jumping to his
feet and beginning to clear the table.

"Leave that," his mother declared. "Your father will take care of it. Won't
you bitch?"

The jaws of both men, young and old, dropped open.

Then Aisha, bursting with laughter, flew to her husband and began showering
his face with kisses. "I'm sorry, baby, I'm sorry. I just couldn't resist; the
setup was too good. You see that, don't you? Forgive me?"

"Hmm," James grumbled, although Aiden thought he saw a lift to the corner of
Dad's mouth.

"I promise I'll make it up to you," cooed Aisha. "How about I let you spank me
later?"

James popped to his feet and started picking up dishes from the table. "You
two go on ahead, I'll take care of this." Mother and son both laughed this
time.

Aisha gave James a hard swat on his strong ass before taking Aiden's hand and
pulling him after her to the basement door.

 **Chapter 43**

As soon as the door clicked closed, James hurried to the nearest computer, in
Aisha's teaching office. He logged into the home intranet with the
administrator password and navigated to the video control center, the VCC,
which he'd modified earlier in the day on his lunch break. Jalen had been
eating with the installation crew he was interning with that week and hadn't
known about his father's trip home.

In the VCC, James fired up the two cameras, the ones on the ceiling and on the
bookshelf, that were permanently wired to the system. The handycam on the
tripod would have to be turned on manually before it began sending its video
to the network, so James figured they'd be doing without that one, since Aisha
wouldn't be able to do it without Aiden's knowledge.  

On the screen in front of him, James saw Aisha lead Aiden in front of the sofa
and push him down into a sitting position in the left corner, from the
overhead camera's perspective. The father who'd first sicced his older son on
his mother now hit Record to capture the corruption and conquest of his
younger son. _No recording_ was a very good rule for the children, but as
happens so often in families, the parents operated under very different rules.

After that morning's wake-up sex, Aisha had said again how much she enjoyed
being an exhibitionist for her menfolk. But she lamented the fact that she
never got to see the action. She'd never even seen Aiden's secret recording of
her visiting Jalen before that outrageous breach of trust had been deleted.
The now thoroughly twisted parents discussed secretly putting Aiden's spy
camera into his own room to capture Aisha's seduction of her 18-year-old. It
held a sense of poetic irony. But in the end, they'd decided it would be
easier to do things the other way around and bring Aiden to the camera. After
all, there were already three cameras in place from her weekend of debauchery
with their older son.

Their mark was so ready to be led that the plan was going off without a hitch.
The camera feeds from downstairs were being sent to two different files on the
expanded storage James had added at lunchtime while he was increasing the
remote-control capabilities of the cameras and recording system.

They were also still being sent along the intranet to any monitor in the house
that logged in to the feed. Moving to the living room after starting the
recording with Aisha's computer, James shucked all his clothes, settled into
the recliner, and used the remote control to bring up the basement video feeds
on the big screen.

Aisha had taken a seat on the coffee table in front of the sofa and was
speaking to Aiden. The camera off to her right was a little far away to pick
up soft audio and the swiveling spy camera on the ceiling had no audio pick up
at all, but James could still hear most of what was said.

What he heard now from Aisha was, "I know it's off, but that camera lens
pointing at me is giving me the willies. Hold on a second." Then he saw Aisha
get to her feet and walk around to the back of the sofa bed and put her hands
on the handycam that still sat there on its tripod where it had sent them
Friday night's action between Aisha and Jalen.

Suddenly a second small video window popped up onto the living room flat
screen. The camera had indeed been off, but Aisha had turned it on. Under the
ruse of pointing it away from her face, even though it was "off", the horny,
incestuous mother actually shifted its aim and zoomed out. Now the center of
the frame was on the seat cushion just to Aiden's left, but the boy's lap was
included.

The beautiful Black woman came back around the end of the sofa opposite from
Aiden. However, instead of returning to her seat on the edge of the coffee
table in front of him, she stopped just in front of her end of the couch.

Without a word, the woman began shedding her clothes until she was gloriously
naked. She was outside the view of the handycam, but the bookcase camera
provided a wonderful image of her big, sand-colored ass, while the overhead
camera displayed the full jugs hanging over the taut abdomen.

"Do you mind if I get comfortable?" she said as she eased into the corner of
the sofa opposite her son.

"N-no," Aiden mumbled. The newly activated boom mic on the handycam picked up
even his soft murmuring.

Aisha was trying to play this as cool as possible, but she was as close to the
edge as her virgin son.

"You should get comfortable too," she said in a voice that was growing ever
closer to an animal growl.

The 18-year-old stood and quickly shucked all his clothes. His mother sucked
in breath at the sight of the beautiful young body. The boy scooted back into
his corner of the sofa, mirroring her position. Legs spread open, with one up
against the sofa back and the other hanging off the front, with its foot on
the floor.

"I want to see you masturbate again," she said as she toyed with her areolae
and nipples. "But obviously I want to see more clearly this time." She looked
pointedly at his young cock, already standing out from his sparsely haired
crotch. At first glance she put him at close to the same size as his father. A
bit smaller, perhaps, which could actually make some things more comfortable.
It would take closer measurements, with fingers and tongue to be sure, and she
looked forward to taking those measurements of the dark caramel treat in front
of her. _But not tonight_ , she reminded herself again.

"And I want you to watch me." Her hands moved to her crotch and she opened
herself. "Have you seen this before?" she asked. "In real life?"

Aiden gave her an embarrassed glance, not realizing his old spy camera on the
bookcase behind her was capturing his every expression. He admitted that he
hadn't yet seen a "woman's privates" in real life.

The naughty mother gave her younger son a personal, intimate lesson of female
anatomy that quickly progressed into a lesson on sexuality and female orgasms.
She was pretty certain he was already well acquainted with the male version.
She did, however, reinforce the idea that James had introduced on Friday night
about holding back on his climax so that he didn't leave his partner behind.

Always a good student, Aiden took to his lessons quickly and had so far
managed to avoid blowing the top off his cock as he slowly stroked himself at
his mother's urging.

There was no such holding back in her own stroking and now she was right on
the cusp.

"Oh, baby," she moaned. "Cum with me, cum with Mommy."

She saw him looking around and then down at the sofa cushions between them.

"Cum in your hand, baby. I'm going to cum all over my fingers and you should
do the same. And you should do it now. Do it now!" she wailed as her fingers
flew over her clit and her body went rigid.

Aiden cried out like his mother and hunched forward, cupping his left hand in
front of his cockhead, while his right hand stroked the shaft to completion.

James was reclining in the living room watching the big screen with the three
camera shots side-by-side and stroking himself in increasing rhythm with his
son. From the overhead and bookcase views he could see his wife shaking in
orgasm, while the readjusted handycam clearly captured his son shooting into
his cupped hand. Dad's own explosion sent jizz up the center line of his
abdomen, with one thick blob in the cleavage of his strong chest.

"Now taste it," Aisha panted. "Let me see you taste it," she almost pleaded
with Aiden.

"Mom?"

"I'd like to see you eat it all," his mother groaned. "But at least dip your
tongue in for a taste."

"But...but I'm not--"

"Gay?" she spat out. "Of course not." She brought her own wet, sticky fingers
up to her mouth and sucked on them greedily while looking straight into
Aiden's eyes. Then she turned her head a bit toward the disguised camera above
them and licked the palm of her open hand with the flat of her tongue. She
looked back at the boy at the other end of the sofa and said, "Does that make
me gay? Or does it make you horny?"

"Horny," the teenager admitted.

"You'd like me to suck your cock, wouldn't you?" He nodded. "And you'd like it
even better if I let you cum in my mouth?" Another nod.

"Why should I eat your cum if you won't do it yourself?"

Aiden brought his cupped palm to his mouth and tentatively dipped his tongue
into the small pool of splooge. He saw his mother staring at him intently and
repositioned his hand so she could see him clearly as he went back and lapped
up a tongueful.

James surveyed the mess on his torso, then swiped upward from belly to chest
with the edge of his palm. Bringing his hand to his mouth, he licked it clean.
It was hardly the first time he'd tasted his own cum, having eaten his wife to
many a creampie orgasm, but still there was something different about it
tonight. Not necessarily tastier, but somehow sexier.

 **Chapter 44**

Tuesday night Jalen crept quietly into the house and slipped into his bedroom.
He hoped he hadn't missed his mother, but also hoped she'd wait a little
longer before visiting, so he'd have more time to recover from his own night's
activities. After a while, his tiredness caught up with him and he drifted
off, while visions of his mother's sugarplum danced in his head.

He probably would have had quite a different dream image of Mother Seward's
gorgeous sex if he'd known what was happening to it just then. Because Jalen
hadn't heard any noises as he crept in, he didn't realize that Moms was
actually occupied across the hall training his kid brother in the fine art of
pussy eating.

Aiden turned out to be an eager beaver, or rather, beaver-eater, and had his
mother close to the edge several times as he listened and learned. But when
the nasty corrupter of young men was really ready, she pulled her boy up until
she could guide his hard, young cock into her mouth while her own fingers took
over duty at her clit.

"I want you to fuck my face," she demanded. "I want a mouthful of cum as soon
as you can give it to me." Then she said nothing, just groaned and moaned,
slurped and swallowed, and put a hand around to his ass to urge him to fuck
her mouth-cunt. It worked and after a few short, but magnificent minutes, she
was feeling, tasting, and swallowing the hot seed of her very own son. Her own
orgasm exploded right after his, but she never let go of the cock in her mouth
even as her hips bucked and bounced.

Wednesday night was a bit more challenging for Jalen. He'd had another date,
but unlike the night before, he hadn't consummated the get-together with his
young partner, so he was extra worked up when he got home around 11:15. The
house was dark and quiet, apparently everyone had turned in already.

Upstairs, he put an ear to Aiden's door, and thought he might have heard a
little snore. Tiptoeing down the hall, he listened at his parents' door. He
knew from experience that it was hard to hear anything through the solid wood,
but if their TV was on, he might still hear its murmur. He didn't hear that,
but he did hear a few sounds that he easily interpreted as Pops performing his
own husbandly duties for the night.

Jalen brushed teeth and climbed into bed, hoping his mother would come down
for a follow-up session with her spare cock. After a half-hour, he gave up on
that wish and began working to relieve himself. His mind wandered a bit before
settling down on a fantasy that had his mother helping him punish his date for
leaving him with blue balls. He came like a bull while he mentally fucked his
mother from behind while she fisted his girlfriend.

While Jalen had been hoping that his mother might slip down to visit him for
sloppy seconds, he hadn't realized that what he'd heard happening in the
parental bedroom was his mother's second fucking of the night.

After Jalen had left after dinner, to go "hang out with friends," Aisha had
looked a question at her husband. James had nodded with a small smile. All of
which had led to an extra interesting session during Jalen's absence.

 **Chapter 45**

Aiden dutifully cleaned up the dinner things, wishing that finishing this
mundane chore would somehow lead to it being bedtime already, even though it
was only 8:30. His mother had given every indication that she would be
visiting him for the third night in a row, and even though she hadn't said so,
he was somehow certain that tonight would be _the_ night. Monday had been
masturbation, and Tuesday oral. That left only the ultimate taboo for this
otherwise unremarkable Wednesday.

"Aiden, would you mind helping me with something?" Aisha asked her youngest.

"Sure, Mom, what is it?"

"I want to change the sheets on the foldout bed downstairs. It's always easier
with two people."

The boy's eyes popped and his father had to stifle his laugh.

"Sh-sure," the teen repeated. Then he looked over at his dad, whose face was
all twisty. This was the second time in three nights that Moms was taking him
downstairs. Was Pops pissed off about it?

The Seward patriarch grabbed control of himself and said, "If you need an
extra pair of hands for anything, I can help too."

Aisha gave her husband a little smirk, he was always dropping hints about a
threesome with her and one of their sons.

"No," she said, "It's just an easy two-person job. Why don't you go ahead and
watch some TV?" The last was said with a subtle lift of an eyebrow.

"Okey dokey," replied James. "I'll see you when you're done."

Aisha blew him a kiss and turned to the basement door. She was through it and
down the first step before Aiden came out of his mind-freeze. He gave one more
look at his father, who happily had a big smile on his face now and turned to
follow his mother.

The two of them pulled open the queen-sized sleeper sofa and worked together
to put on the mattress cover and sheets. After putting cases on the pillows
and setting them at the head of the bed, Aiden stood there, wondering what he
should do next. Moms, as usual, led the way.

She walked over to the wall with the bookcase. She flipped up a recently
installed wall switch set alongside its end. It was the on/off switch for the
ceiling camera. "Did you enjoy last night's lessons?" she asked, referring to
Aiden's intro to cunnilungus and fellatio.

"Loved them," the boy responded enthusiastically as he watched her switch on
his original spy camera that still sat on a bookcase shelf. He was glad Pops
was going to be able to watch the action. Aiden wasn't thinking about showing
off, but about coming out of hiding. The whole family scenario was obviously
off the charts in outrageousness, but the teenager still felt better without
the feeling of sneaking around on his father.

"Good. Because it's time for a pop quiz." The hot, incestuous mother was out
of her clothes almost before her son knew what was happening. As she
positioned herself flat on her back on the bed with two pillows lifting her
head, Aiden wiggled out of his own clothes. When her knees went up and her
legs spread, he dove in without further prompting. He concentrated on what
he'd learned the night before and started slow, teasing her labia and
perineum. Gently biting and sucking.

Aisha alternated watching her son perform sinful acts upon her and closing her
eyes to just feel the way his lips and tongue moved across her forbidden
region. With gentle words and touches, she helped him refine his moves. Then
she just reveled in the way he worshipped her sex until he'd taken her well
beyond the point of no return. When she began pulling his face tighter into
her crotch, the teenaged baseball star properly read the signs that he should
be rounding third and sprinting for home.

When his mother began shaking and spraying all over his face, Aiden gripped
her thighs tighter to hold himself in place and sucked and slurped loudly so
she'd know he was enjoying her jizz. She did notice and it made her cum
harder. Teacher and student were both highly satisfied with his score on the
quiz.

After finally catching her breath, Aisha pulled on the boy's arms until he
crawled up her body and the two were kissing. Kissing deeply and she could
taste and feel the juice she'd sprayed over his face and into his mouth.
Reaching down between their bodies, she grabbed her son's young, hard cock and
guided it to her wet quim.

She held him at the entrance in a firm grip. "Do you want this, baby?" she
asked earnestly as she looked deep into his eyes. "Do you want Mama to be your
first?"

"Oh, God, yes!" the boy hissed.

"Slow and easy," his mother said as she lined up the head of his cock with his
birth hole and pulled him back into her. When he finally made it all the way
in, she wrapped her legs around his torso and held him in place. She wanted to
feel him and revel in the perverse pleasure of having her baby boy's hard,
manly cock buried in her to the hilt.

Despite having just had a powerful orgasm, Aisha didn't have to wait very long
for the next one once her son violated the taboo hole and she urged him to
fuck her hard and fast and the boy did. Oh, God, how he did.

She lingered with him in the aftermaths of their orgasms and just enjoyed
everything she was feeling. The weight and hardness of his body pressing on
her. His sweat on her skin and his cum in her vagina. The warm panting breaths
against her temple.

When he finally recovered his senses and came up on his elbows above her, she
smiled wickedly and growled, "Virgin no longer. Motherfucker."

Next came the creampie eating lesson. "Eat my sloppy pussy and make me cum
again," she commanded. "Just like your father and brother do," she added with
a smirk over his shoulder at the overhead camera. He started his second
cunnilingus session of the night with a bit less enthusiasm than the first,
but as his mother turned into a whimpering, groveling slut, losing herself in
an even stronger orgasm, Aiden dug right in and worked her clit hard with
tongue and lips while jamming three fingers in and out of her cream-filled
cunt.

The boy didn't let her linger in any fucking afterglow this time, however. As
soon as the main explosion was past, he flipped her over like he was roping a
calf, pulled her up onto her knees and jammed his rejuvenated prick into her
from behind. He was able to last much longer this time and had almost churned
his first load into butter before dumping in his second; unknowingly synced
with his father watching the whole thing on the Family Exhibitionist Network.

 **Chapter 46**

On Thursday night, Aisha was so late coming to bed that James was beginning to
drift off. His hand still gripped his dark sausage but was no longer stroking.
He didn't hear her come quietly through the bedroom door, so his eyes flew
open in surprise when she leaped onto the bed, landing on her knees alongside
his hip.

She had a devilish grin on her face that told him something special had
happened. Although, if he thought about it, his wife wore a wicked, if not
devilish grin almost all the time now. Especially since her cock squad had
grown to three with the corruption, er, addition of their younger son.

But still, there was something especially wicked about her look tonight,
happily wicked. After initiating Aiden the previous three nights, he'd figured
tonight would be Jalen's. But perhaps she'd fucked both of them back-to-back,
that would explain why she was so late to his bed. Or had she finally done
them together? That would certainly make her feel giddily wicked.

"How many loads did you bring me?" he asked.

"Well..." she drawled, drawing the word out. "You've heard of a 2-for-1
special, right?" James nodded. "Tonight, I bring you a 1-for-2 special."

The reclining man's left eyebrow went up in question.

In answer, the kneeling woman raised her left knee, planting that foot on the
mattress. This completely opened her crotch and by the low light of the
bedside lamp he could see clearly how her labia gaped and glistened.

"Your sons pounded my pussy hard tonight; they were both in victory mode."

James remembered that both boys had won their respective ball games today and
both had been dominant in their teams' victories. Aiden had been playing in
his summer baseball league for the past month and a half, while in mid-July,
Jalen had begun working out with the basketball team of the junior college
he'd be attending in the fall semester. Whenever either boy won a game, they
carried some extra swagger with them the rest of the day. That swagger had
apparently carried over to tonight.

"And their mother was the spoils of victory," said James. "Helen of Troy
couldn't be satisfied with just Paris, she also had to visit Achilles?"  

"What can I say, I love hot warrior studs." She reached down and gently pulled
her lips apart. "So swollen, so sensitive," she crooned. "They both pounded me
so hard." Her eyes shifted up to meet her husband's. "And they both came
inside of me. But it's only Aiden's young spunk you see running down my
thighs."

James's eye regained its cocked position.

"Jalen came inside a rubber," Aisha finally said, with evident glee in her
voice.

James instantly understood the import of that statement. It had been made very
clear that if either boy was to score with someone other than his mother, he
had to wear protection with that girl and with their mother from then on.

"Who?"

Aisha swung her left foot over her husband's body until she was straddling his
hips. She held her abused labia open again and slid slowly over the rod that
he had stroked back to hardness since she began her torrid tale. She whimpered
and moaned as she glided down in slow motion. The line between pain and
pleasure was so finely drawn and she teetered from one side of it to the
other.

She sighed when she finally made it to the bottom and moved her hips ever so
slightly to massage his now-rampant snake. "I'm too sore to do more than this,
you'll have to use my ass," she panted.

 _Use your ass?_ As if that was ever a hardship, he thought.

"But I wanted to feel you in my pussy too," she continued. "I wanted to feel
all three of you."

His cock was already coated with the coconut oil he'd used for his stroking
during his long wait, and now also with the remnants of Aisha's and Aiden's
orgasms. So, when his wife gingerly lifted her pussy up off his cock and
shifted his aim backwards, there was no problem at all easing through her
deliciously tight backdoor.

She slid down his hard pole with much more force and pleasure this time and
really ground her ass against his balls when she hit bottom.

"Oh, fuck," she groaned. "I'm such a dirty slut, such a dirty slut."

"Who?" he asked again. "Who else is a dirty slut?"

In a voice that mixed amusement with frustration, Aisha said, "The little shit
wouldn't tell me. He said a gentleman never kisses and tells and if he told me
her name, then it would only be fair if he told her mine."

"Hmm, that might not be so good," James said with a chuckle.

His wife put her hands on his chest for balance and lightly pinched his
nipples as she began bouncing her big, round ass down on his cock.

"But I'll get it out of him and still make him re-promise to keep our secret,"
she growled as she stared into her husband's eyes. "Do you think I can't?"

"Hell no," he groaned. "I don't think there's anything you couldn't get out of
a man and make him thank you for taking it."

She leaned down and kissed him lightly. "You know me so well, my love. Do you
know what I want from you right now?"

He did. And he gave it to her in fewer than twenty strokes, spraying it deep
into her bowels.

 **Chapter 47**

Friday, neither Seward boy was visited by his mother. At least not physically.
In the virtual world of digital memories, however, young Aiden masturbated
with and then surrendered his virginity to his wild, incestuous mother.

He did this on the big TV screen in his parents' room while they played back
the forbidden secret video they'd captured of the boy's sexual education and
training Monday and Wednesday in the basement.

Aisha took her husband's cock in all three of her holes, but always in a
position that allowed her to see her interactions with her youngest son. Her
abuse and corruption of him, she occasionally worried. Her loving introduction
of him to manhood, she thought in more sanguine moments. The boy's expressions
certainly showed no concerns about being taken advantage of, and the fact that
he'd eagerly played with or fucked her four nights in a row relieved any guilt
she might have been feeling. Or perhaps it was tonight's non-stop flow of
pussy juice that had washed it away.

James had taken a whole Viagra pill tonight and his erection barely flagged
after his first ejaculation and for only a little while after his second. The
third time was more pre-cum than cum, but it still felt damned good, and his
wife clearly enjoyed men thrusting and bucking wildly into her while she stole
their sanity for those precious seconds of the little death.

As Aisha watched her son ravage her from behind while feeling her husband
doing it in real time, she knew she'd be spending more time down in the
basement, with all three of her cocks. Having great orgasms like the one that
shook through her right then.

 **Chapter 48**

Saturday morning, Aisha stood at a kitchen counter ladling a different kind of
batter into the waffle iron. None of her menfolk had come down yet, but she
figured the smell of waffles would soon bring them to life.

Suddenly, hands were sliding over her hips and gathering her up from behind.
She relaxed back into the powerful arms. Of course, all three Seward men had
powerful arms. When she heard the voice, however, she finally knew who it was,
and she tightened.

"Only one visit in the week isn't enough." Jalen kissed the back of her neck
as he cupped her breasts and pulled her back to press his boner up against her
ass.

Aisha closed the waffle iron and spun swiftly in her eldest son's arms.

"If you think this is the way to earn a visit, you're wrong," she said firmly.
"You know your father and brother will be down right behind you. We still have
boundaries, and you still need to respect them if you still respect me. And
your father."

"But," he flustered. "But, I'm not trying to disrespect...I just thought—"

Suddenly her hand was stroking his cheek sweetly, although her other hand was
on his chest, keeping them apart. Her voice was also sweeter. "You thought we
had a great time last weekend and we did. And it was very much out in the
open," she admitted. "But it was still a special event and even the "public"
part was still through the lens of a camera. I like keeping the private parts
private; having a secret life in the middle of our oh-so-normal family life."
She gave him a soft kiss on the lips. "That's the way I still want it. Do you
understand?"

He looked appropriately chagrined as he answered. "Yes. Yes, of course, I
understand. I just thought I might have seen you more since last weekend."

"Ah, but there we have a different problem," she replied. "What was
yesterday?"

"Yesterday? Umm..."

"Wasn't it the last day of your summer internship at Dad's company?" Jalen
nodded, but still looked lost. "But have you really finished with that
program?" she said. The light bulb went on.

"I still need to take my MS and Cisco certifications, so the internship counts
as college credit," he said sorrowfully.

"Two tests you were supposed to take. And how many have you completed?" He
just hung his head. "I thought the plan was to take them during your final
week? Instead, you've been working half days and spending the rest of your
time practicing with the JC team and, um, _hanging out_ with friends or a
girlfriend. You're right, I didn't visit you much this week, but still you
were too distracted to do something so important. If that's the effect our new
relationship is having, then I don't see how we can continue."

"The deadline isn't until after Labor Day, so I still have some weeks," he
said pleadingly.

"Well, maybe I'll see you in September then," she responded dismissively.

Half an hour later, as Aiden and James dug into Aisha's delicious homemade
waffles, Jalen put his phone down and announced, "Hey, it turns out the
testing center has Saturday sessions, so I'm going in this afternoon for my
first certification test. And I've got the second one scheduled for Monday."

"That's great," said his father. "But it seems kind of sudden. You do have
more time if you feel like maybe some more book-study days are needed?"

Jalen heard the doubt in his father's voice, he apparently agreed with his
mother that perhaps Jalen had been too _distracted_ recently to study
properly. "No," the teen replied with confidence. "You did a good job making
sure I studied all summer long and I'm sure I've got a lock on the material.
I'd meant to have them done before shifting my attention to college and that's
what I'm going to do."

"That's great," James replied in a much happier tone. "Not to be too cheesy,
but you did great work at the data plant and I'm proud of you, son."

Jalen stayed up in his room the next few hours reviewing his study guides.
Around 12:30, Aisha brought him up a sandwich and a glass of milk.

After putting the plate and glass down on the corner of his desk, she stepped
behind his chair and bent down over his shoulder while wrapping her arms
across his chest.

"Good luck on today's test," she said softly into his ear. "I can't wait to
hear how it went." She paused and clutched his pecs the way he'd grabbed her
breasts that morning. "Maybe later tonight we'll be celebrating good news."
She pinched his nipples and thrust her tongue into his ear before dancing away
and out of the room.

Freshly motivated, Jalen took the time to do one more practice quiz before
heading out to the testing center. He nailed it. But not as hard as he planned
on nailing his mother he thought as he squeezed in a quick wank before
leaving. It wouldn't do to go to the testing center all worked up from his
mother's teasing, this tug was therapeutic.

 **Chapter 49**

Even with the sudden scheduling of a critical examination, Saturday turned
into a fun, happy, slightly wacky day.

It was the final day of regular season games for Aiden's summer baseball
league; the playoffs would begin the next day, Sunday. Aiden's team, the
Golden Dragons, named for the Chinese restaurant that sponsored them, had
already qualified for the playoffs and would play in the second round of games
on Tuesday. Today's final regular game was against a team with no chance of
qualifying for the playoffs, but since the whole point of the league was to
have fun and to give the players as much time on the field as possible,
everyone still wanted to play.

Unfortunately, a car carrying four of the opponent's players to the game had
been involved in a minor accident. No one was hurt badly, but one player had
sprained a wrist, while another player got a bruised and bloody nose from an
airbag. The team, which was sponsored by a paint store named Charm's Colours
and featured a leprechaun with a rainbow as its mascot, was already very small
and couldn't field a full team without the injured players.

In the end, Charm's Colours conceded the victory and Aiden and Mark
volunteered to play for them so the kids could still have a game. It ended up
being the most relaxed, fun game of the season. It also showed a whole new
level to Aiden's leadership on the field.

Now that he and Mark were Leprechauns, they openly razzed the players from
their real team and encouraged their temporary teammates to kick the Golden
Dragons' butts. Several of the Leprechauns were young and relatively
inexperienced and Aiden stepped in to boost them up. He calmed down nervous
batters and gave them tips on what to look for from the Dragon pitchers. Out
in the field, Aiden guided the infielders' positions against the Dragon
hitters and the Leprechauns managed to turn two double plays, when they had
had only one the whole rest of the season. Charm's Colours still lost, but
with Aiden's help, they had one of their best games of the season.

The game was so relaxed that people in the stands were cheering for both teams
and Aiden and Mark were garnering lots of extra attention, both in cheers and
good-natured jeers. So Aiden didn't miss his parents' voices when they
disappeared over the fourth and fifth innings.

 **Chapter 50**

"Hm," James said out of the blue at the end of the third as he and Aisha sat
in the stands watching the game.

"What?" asked his wife.

"I suddenly remembered when we were here at the beginning of the season. You
and Jalen went for hot dogs and ended up being gone quite a long time."

She snugged up against him, wrapping her right arm around his waist and
placing her left hand high up on his thigh. "And how do you feel about that
memory?" she asked close to his ear.

"Different ways at different times," James admitted. "But right now, it makes
me feel like I'd like to visit that hot dog stand."

His wife's hand slid up the last few inches to grip his cock. "I could
definitely do with a hot dog," she agreed. "Maybe a big old cheese-filled
brat."

With that the two of them made their way quickly down the risers and headed
toward the snack stand. James had heard the story enough times to know that
when they went on past the snack stand and Aisha veered left toward the
women's entrance to the restrooms, he was to go to the right. Of course,
neither of them would actually go inside the squat, cinderblock toilet
structure. After making their diversionary moves, they met up again behind the
building, which had no windows, so they were blocked from view. Aisha took her
husband's hand and led him into the woods where she had sucked off their son
some two months back.

When they were in a few trees deep, Aisha stopped and turned into her
husband's arms and then looked back over his shoulder toward the way they'd
come.

"Are we far enough in? Do you think anyone can see us?" he asked.

"No, no one can see us," she mused. He thought she almost sounded
disappointed.

"You'd like someone to see us, wouldn't you?"

She looked up at him with her wicked smirk. "Why not? You're my husband. It's
not like I was back here sucking off my son."

She had snatched up her small seat cushion when they'd left the bleachers and
now she dropped it to the ground at his feet and slowly slid down onto her
knees, running her hands down his body for balance.

When her hands made it to his waist, she quickly undid the snap and zipper on
the Bermuda shorts he was wearing. Her fingers hooked over the waistbands as
if she was going to snatch down the shorts and briefs right away, but she
stopped herself.

"I sucked your son's big, young cock right here. When I pulled open his pants,
it just snapped out and slapped me right in the face."

She pulled James's pants down enough to expose his bush and the top of his
staff where it entered his body. She rubbed her lips and nose through the
tight black curls. "I couldn't wait to get it into my mouth. To taste it."

Under her fingers she could feel James's cock growing, getting hard. Of
course, a 43-year-old man wouldn't be sporting a full hard on after walking
over here the way a 19-year-old had. But she had no doubt that her words and
teasing would have her hubby ready to spring when she finally let him loose.
The horny wife and mother pulled the shorts down farther, exposing half of the
man's cock, but still trapping it, pointing downwards. She ran her tongue up
and down the dark flesh.

"Such beautiful black cocks I have to play with," she purred. "I am so lucky,
so fucking lucky."

His cock was really straining against the waistband of his briefs now as she
slid them until they were trapped on the rim of the head. "Are you going to
choke me with your meat? Choke me the way your sons do?" The low whine in her
voice made it clear that getting gagged by a hard cock was just what she
wanted.

Aisha finally pulled the Jockeys down and James's cock sprang up and popped
her right under her chin. "Again!" she demanded. "Hit me again."

James swiveled his hips in short, fast moves that made his cock swing wildly
side-to-side. With each slap against lips or nose or cheek, the rod got harder
and hit with more satisfying smacks.

She'd pulled his pants down to his ankles and now reached into his crotch and
grabbed his cock at the root, causing him to hold his hips still. She took
over and pressed and rubbed the head and staff firmly all over her face,
relishing the steel hardness beneath the velvet softness.

Then she was on it, opening her mouth wide as she stretched her neck up to
come down over the top and take in most of his length in her first, desperate
swallow.

By her third downward thrust, she had what she wanted; her nose buried in his
pubes and his cock buried in her throat. She willed herself to just stay there
and swallow, massaging the head with each gulp. When she thought she couldn't
stay another second, that she had to come up for air, James grabbed the back
of her head and made her stay for two more seconds. She was gasping and
sputtering and light-headed when she could finally breathe again, but she was
feeling so fucking hot that she thought she was going to cum.

She did cum on his next attack. He let her breathe for fewer than ten seconds
before he took hold of the hair at the back of her head in one hand and the
root of his cock in the other and relentlessly slid all 7 1/2 inches back
through her lips. She gulped like she was in a beer-guzzling contest to get
him into her throat, while her hand reached under her short tennis skirt and
feverishly rubbed her mons through her silk panties.

Aisha was eagerly anticipating the explosion of James's cum right down her
throat as she orgasmed, but instead he pulled most of the way out to allow her
to breathe before she passed out from passion and lack of oxygen.

The next thing she knew, his cock was all the way out of her mouth, and he was
shuffling around behind her. A hand pressing on her upper back let her know
the position she was expected to take, and she fell forward at the waist until
she was on hands and knees.

James got down on his own knees behind her, fumbling a bit as the shorts
around his ankles made him clumsy. But soon he was pulling her drenched
underwear to the side and thrusting completely inside her wet, thrumming
pussy.

"Oh, fuck," he groaned. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" he chanted with each
stroke until he buried himself and blasted his seed at her womb.

 **Chapter 51**

Standing on first with two outs in the fifth, Aiden was glad to see his buddy,
Mark, coming up to bat. He'd been stranded on base twice so far, but Mark was
on a tear today, going 2-for-2, with an RBI. Aiden was taking ridiculously
long leads to distract the pitcher, his maybe girlfriend, Katrina Waverly. It
was more prank than serious baseball move, but the game had devolved into a
real fun-fest since the Golden Dragons already had the win in the books. Kat
had sent the ball over to first twice and damn near caught Aiden off the bag
both times. It was pure jock flirtation all around.

It was also a distraction that worked, because when Katrina finally committed
to pitching to Mark, she had so much attention on Aiden behind her, that her
super-wicked breaking ball didn't break all that much and Mark smacked a hard
line-drive between first and second. Aiden's long lead had him quickly
rounding second and the third base coach was signaling him to go hard for
home. The young stud dug in and blazed down the baseline with signature Seward
speed. Behind home plate the on-deck batter was signaling for the slide and
Aiden came zipping in and made it easily under the catcher's swinging mitt.

As soon as he popped to his feet, Aiden blew a kiss to Kat on the mound and
then headed to the dugout, reveling in the cheers of the crowd. He looked up
in the stands for his parents, but the spot where they'd been sitting was
empty. He suddenly felt a child's disappointment that Mommy and Daddy hadn't
seen his big accomplishment. But then he heard his name being called in that
familiar dual-voice style that had anchored his entire life. Following the
sound, he found his folks down on the ground level at the corner of the
stands. His dad held a snack box and his mom a couple of drinks; they'd
apparently just gone over to the snack stand. But the way his mother was
jumping up and down, threatening to spill the drinks at any second, told him
they'd made it back in time to see his wild trip around the bases and his
kid's happiness came rushing back into him.  

The contrast of that kind of simple, innocent happiness that his parents had
engendered in him his whole life and the new, taboo happiness that they'd
started including him in this summer, might have seemed incompatible to an
outsider, but to Aiden they both felt great and natural. And when his mother
put one almost right on top of the other, it was indescribable.

The games were seven innings long and there wasn't much action after Mark and
Aiden's fireworks at the end of the fifth, so it wrapped up pretty quickly.
The teams vacated the dugouts and the Golden Dragons prepared to head over to
Mark's house, where the Hendersons would host a team barbecue.

Aiden had ridden his moped over to Mark's that morning and the boys had walked
over to the nearby playing field. When the two friends were almost ready to
walk back the other way, James told Aiden he should put his equipment bag in
the car, and they would drive it home for him so he wouldn't have to balance
it on his little Yamaha when he drove home the next day.

As he closed the hatch on the family SUV after Aiden tossed his bat bag in the
back, James said, "Hell of a game, Aiden. Hell of a game."

"Thanks, Pop. I don't think I've ever had so much fun in a loss."

"Ah, but that's the thing," his mother said as she stepped in close and put a
hand flat against her son's strong chest. "Your team may have been outscored,
but you, my darling boy, are still a winner."

Aiden's throat tightened as her long-fingered hand glided its way down across
his abdomen.

"As your mother I am incredibly proud of you. For how well you played, but
even more for how you led your new teammates. You were the MVP out there
today."

"Th-thanks," he stuttered.

"A star likes you deserves some groupie treatment," she said in a lower voice.
"Why don't you ride home with us and I'll show you what I mean."

Before he could answer, a voice called from behind him. "Aiden, you ready?" It
was Mark.

"Barbecue..." was all the stunned boy could get out to his mother.

"Hey, Mark," James called out to fill the awkward silence. "Great game. I bet
the Leprechauns wish they had you two full time."

"Thanks, Mr. Seward. It was a lot of fun."

"Mark," said Aisha. "I know Aiden was supposed to clean up at your house
before the barbecue, but it turns out he forgot to pack all the clean clothes
he needs. So, he's going to head home with us and then we'll bring him over to
your place."

"Oh, okay. See you later then, dude. Bye, Mr. and Mrs. Seward."

"Bye, Mark," the incestuous couple said in unison.

 **Chapter 52**

After waving goodbye to his friend, Aiden slipped onto the back bench, behind
his father in the driver's seat. He was surprised to see his mother coming
through the rear door on the passenger side, she usually sat up front with his
dad.

She slid over to the center seat and spoke to her husband, although she never
took her eyes off her son. "Home, James. And drive extra slow and careful. We
won't have seatbelts on back here."

"Yes, ma'am", James replied with a chuckle, before slipping the transmission
into drive and guiding them out of the parking lot.

His mother kneeled on the seat alongside him, and Aiden wondered about people
seeing them, before remembering the windows of the rear compartment of the
Ford were heavily tinted.

She began by repeating her hand's earlier journey down across chest and
abdomen. This time, however, it didn't stop above his belt line. Aiden felt
his face flushing when his mother came up against his cup. Unlike that very
first time she had grabbed his cock earlier that summer, today he hadn't yet
had the chance to remove his protective shell.

Aisha was also remembering that day and how she'd surprised herself by wanting
to lick the sweat from his balls and cock. She'd barely held herself back from
doing it, even though it went against all of her regular feelings about sex
and body hygiene. Today, however...

"This must be getting uncomfortable," she purred. "Why don't we fix that?"

She undid belt, snap, and zipper and skimmed his uniform pants down to his
ankles, just as she'd done maybe a half hour earlier with his father. She
found the thin pair of white briefs between his jock and pants that she
remembered from the last time and sent those south as well. Aiden lifted his
ass up off the seat to help. Aisha sat back a moment to take in the incredibly
erotic image of a beautiful young man sitting there in a jock strap. Reaching
to his waistband for a third time, the randy mother pulled down the last
barrier between her and her taboo desire.

"I bet that feels better," she said.

He choked out an, "Uh huh."

She was a little surprised that his manhood hadn't popped right up at her, the
way his father's had earlier in the woods. But then James hadn't been all
cramped up in elastic and stuffed inside a plastic cup as he ran around a
ballfield for an hour.

"Look at these poor boys," she said sadly as she cupped his testicles. They
were mashed together and sweaty and she gently lifted them up and bounced them
across her fingertips.

"Poor, poor boys." Her voice was barely audible, almost like she was speaking
directly to his testes, which were now only inches from her lips. Then there
was no space between, and she was lifting one entire testicle directly into
her mouth. The sweat was still warm and wet and therefore fresh, if that was a
word that could be used to describe perspiration. And it was hot and powerful
and animalistic, and her pussy began flooding lubrication in response.

In the front seat, James was going half-crazy. He'd adjusted the rear-view
mirror but couldn't see the action going on directly behind his seat. All he
could see was Aiden's face, which had gone from embarrassment to surprise to
shock to ecstasy. James was having trouble making up his mind on what he
should do. Find a place nearby where he could pull over and watch, or get them
home as quickly as possible so they could pull into the privacy of their
garage? There, he might not only watch, but also join in. But finally, he went
with Aisha's directions and the system she'd followed the entire summer of
giving her full attention to one man at a time. There was certainly no
sneaking around in the Seward home and even a fair amount of flashing and
teasing, but ultimately, every man had had the woman of the house to himself
when it came down to the actual sex. So James just kept driving, keeping them
on less travelled roads so they could cruise slowly along as the baseball star
got serviced by his number one fan.

The horny mother couldn't believe how juiced up she was to have her mouth
filled with her youngest son's dirty penis. She pulled off of him just long
enough to maneuver her soggy panties over her sandals, before dropping her
mouth back over his gorgeous cock. It had grown as big as she'd ever felt it
and absolutely burned and throbbed on her tongue and lips.

Her cunt was so wet, there was no mistaking the squelching noise as she
frantically thrust her middle and ring fingers in and out, while pressing the
pad of her palm against her clit.

She sounded almost frantic the next time her mouth came off of him. "I need
you inside me. I need you inside me now!" She'd been on hands and knees on the
seat perpendicular to Aiden while she blew him and James had at least managed
to see the side of her body in the mirror. Now, however, she was scrambling to
climb into the boy's lap, and he could only see part of her left leg and the
back of her left shoulder and her head.

Aisha straddled Aiden, staying high up on her knees and balancing herself by
leaning on his shoulders. "Hold it up for me," she told him.

The teen gripped his cock at the root and pointed it straight up in the air.
Straight up toward the taboo pussy that had brought him into this world. Then
that pussy came sliding down and took him right back out of it. Out of this
world and into outer space or heaven or God only knew where, but he wished he
could stay there forever.

James knew he couldn't keep things safe on the road as he listened to the
action in the backseat and he headed them home. He opened up the garage with
the remote, drove in, and shut the door behind them. After turning off the
motor, he just sat there and kept staring straight ahead, somehow managing to
keep himself within the confines of the summer's rules.

He did, however, grant himself the liberty to pull his own pants down to his
knees and stroke himself as his listened to his wife bouncing up and down in
his son's lap. She was going at it so energetically that even the big, solid
SUV was rocking.

"Oh, God, Mom. I'm gonna come."

"Yes, yes! Give it to me, give me your cum. Oh, baby, if you cum inside of me
I'm going to cum too. Do it, baby, do it!"

"Uuunnnhhhhh..."

"I feel it, I feel it, I feel...aahhhh!"

Neither mother nor son heard the low whine from the front seat that indicated
that the head of their perverted family had joined them in their taboo
pleasure.

 **Chapter 53**

Jalen was in the kitchen, sipping a cola and eating chips from the bag (a big
no-no if his mother caught him) and wishing everyone was home from Aiden's
game so he could share his good news. When he heard the garage door going up,
he quickly closed the potato chip bag and returned it to the cabinet before
rinsing his hands under the tap. He heard the garage door going down again as
he was drying his hands and turned to face the door that led to the laundry
alcove, which in turn led into the garage.

He waited and then waited some more. Perhaps they'd stopped at the supermarket
and were taking all the bags out of the car before coming in. When they still
didn't come in, he made himself take a drink of soda as he decided his own
excitement must be warping his sense of time. Surely, they really weren't
taking ten times as long as usual to enter the house. Finally, he thought he
heard car doors closing. Then he definitely heard voices in the laundry room.
He couldn't make out the words, but there was laughter. But still no one came
in through the kitchen door. What the hell? Sure, Aiden might stop on the way
to put his dirty uniform into the hamper or washer, but what was keeping Moms
and Pops?

When the kitchen door finally opened and his mother stepped through, she
jumped and yelped when she caught sight of him standing there just a few feet
away. Jalen certainly hadn't been trying to scare her, but he just had to
laugh at her classic look of surprise with her eyes and mouth in big Ohs and
her hands flying to her heart.

Then his own eyes went big when he realized she was topless. Well, not
topless, but the top of her tennis dress had been peeled down to her waist.
The big tits he loved to play with had obviously been recently manhandled; the
pale brown skin was reddened at various spots, and the nipples were swollen.

If the look of surprise on Jalen's face had come to match his mother's, it
surely surpassed it when his father and brother came rushing through the door
behind her.

Cries of, "What is it, honey?" and "What's wrong, Mom?" accompanied the two
men. The two naked men.

"Oh," was their simple response to finding Jalen waiting for them in the
kitchen.

"Damn," said the elder Seward son. "Is it too late to join the party?"

Aisha came to herself. "No party," she said. "Just a little post-game
celebration." She reached out and took Aiden's hand. "Your brother was the
star of the show."

Jalen's eyes simply went up and down his kid brother's naked frame, taking in
the shiny penis hanging limply between his legs.

"Of course, his uniform was dirty, so he took it off in the laundry room," she
said simply. "And now, let's go get your body clean so you can get dressed and
go to your barbecue," she said to her youngest. In an incredibly nonchalant
manner, she stepped off, continuing to hold Aiden's hand, but instead of going
past Jalen to head upstairs, she led the boy into the U-turn to the basement
door. Then, just as she'd done with Jalen on his birthday weekend, Aisha
accompanied her youngest down into what had become a den of incestuous
pleasure.

Jalen turned to his father with a WTF? look on his face.

James shrugged and said, "Aiden really did great today. It's a long story, but
he basically became both player and coach for a different team and got some of
the best performances of the whole season out of those kids. Your mother went
all groupie on him in the backseat of the car on the ride home."

"And what about you?" Jalen asked.

"What usually happens to limo drivers for the stars? I kept my mouth shut and
my eyes on the road and stored memories for my later personal use."

As he'd done with his brother, Jalen blatantly looked his father's naked form
up and down, noting yet another penis that had clearly just climaxed.

"Well," drawled his father. "We made it back into the garage before their big
finish and I decided not to wait until later to join in on the fun. Although,"
he declared, "I still didn't leave the front seat. I ended up getting my
clothes a bit messy, so I also stripped down in the laundry room. And now, I'm
also going to hit the showers."

Jalen thought his dad was going to follow the other two downstairs and decided
he would go with him and get in on the clearly expanding nature of their
summer adventure. However, James surprised him and headed straight through the
kitchen toward the staircase to the upper floor without even giving a glance
to the basement door that Aiden had closed behind him.

Jalen stared at the door and wrestled with himself. Were they bullshitting him
and they'd finally fucked Mom in front of each other? Or was Pops telling the
truth about just being the chauffeur as a groupie fucked the big star in the
back? He really wanted the first to be true, but the second was much more in
line with the way Moms had been running things ever since starting his and
Aiden's internships as her extra lovers. He took one more longing look at the
cellar door, then went over to the liquor cabinet and poured a healthy splash
of Captain Morgan into his cola as a substitute for his mother's spicy juices.

Twenty minutes later, Jalen and a freshly-washed and dressed James were
sitting in the living room. James was sipping on a beer and Jalen had another
soda, this time virgin, so his folks wouldn't smell the spice of rum at the
top of his breath. James was telling Jalen about Aiden's exploits on the
field. He didn't mention his own exploits with the boys' mother back in the
woods or any more about Aiden's star treatment on the way home.

Both their heads turned when the door to the basement finally opened and Aisha
and Aiden came through. Both were wearing robes from the guest apartment bath.
Aisha's was a short kimono and she'd barely tied the belt, so as she walked,
they caught plenty of glimpses of her pale brown skin, not to mention her
soft, dark bush.

Aiden looked both sheepish and proud as he followed on her heels, his own robe
tightly closed. Surely his father and brother could see that his mother had
just fucked the hell out of him again in the shower cabin.

"Looking good, Mom," burst out Jalen without thought. "Maybe this should be
the new house dress code."

She stopped about eight feet short of the two men, spaced evenly between them
in their seats. She slid a finger against the robe's tie, which was all it
took to make it come loose and allow the robe to slide open a few inches.

"But wouldn't that be awfully teasing?" she asked. "I think that if you saw me
like this all the time, you might end up wanting to do things that you
couldn't follow through on, which surely wouldn't be nice for you. Or am I
being too conceited about my effect on you?" She thrust her hip provocatively
to the side, displaying more breast, tummy and pussy.

Jalen clutched his groin, the double shot of purloined rum hitting him harder
than he expected with his limited experience with alcohol. "You know your
effect on me. On all of us," he moaned, clearly showing off the bulge in his
pants.

"That's good to know," she said happily. "But it also proves my point," she
continued as she pulled the robe closed and tied off the belt. "I expect you
to practice self-control, but it would hardly be fair to ask that in the face
of blatant temptation. I think our summer of fun has been going pretty well
under the current rules, so why mess with success?" She gave them both a
winning smile and headed up to her bedroom to get dressed. Aiden continued to
follow just two steps behind, with a smile of his own, okay, a shit-eating
grin, pasted on his young face.

 **Chapter 54**

When James dropped Aiden off at the Hendersons, he repeated Aisha's final
instructions.

"Do not come home tonight; stay here and have fun with your friends just like
you usually would. And talk to some girls." Then he added his own fatherly
advice. "But when you do, do not go in expecting them to act like your mother.
You've gotten a very fast tutorial this summer and have jumped over years of
normal sexual development. We want you to have dates and girlfriends and fun,
but at their pace, not at ours."

"I got it, Dad," he said with a hint of exasperation as he slid out of the
vehicle. "Discretion, self-control and respect are still the rules of the
day."

James smiled. "Okay. And Aiden?"

The boy closed the door and leaned back in through the open window. "Yeah?"

"Hell of a game, son. Hell of a game."

When James retraced his steps from the garage through the laundry room, he
found the washing machine running. Evidently, their sweat and cum-stained
clothing was being laundered before stains set in. Thinking about how the
stains had gotten there had the patriarch's rested and revived prick ready to
give his wife her fourth encounter of the day, following her episodes in the
woods, garage, and basement. However, it didn't take him long after walking
through the kitchen door to suspect he might have to wait even longer and that
when he did get to her, it would be her fifth fucking of the day.

With the open plan design, he could see well enough from the kitchen into the
living and dining areas to know they weren't on the ground floor, unless they
were in Aisha's office. He was about to head upstairs, when he thought about
what had happened earlier that day and where his wife had gone with their
younger son.

The basement was closer anyway, so he quickly and quietly made his way
downstairs. The door between his workshop and the apartment stood open and he
easily heard the sounds of voices moaning and skin slapping together. He
leaned up against the wall beside the door and squeezed himself, considering
having another jack-off session listening to his beautiful wife committing
more incest with the other of their handsome sons.

But a better idea struck him and he made his way back upstairs as swiftly and
silently as he could. Taking a seat at Aisha's work computer, he moved the
mouse to bring the screen to life. He was well surprised that the porn studio
cameras were already active and recording. Aisha had clearly gotten things
started before going downstairs with Jalen. Had she told the boy? James
thought this was supposed to be his and Aisha's guilty secret. Well, there'd
be time to learn about that later. For now he stripped off from the waist down
and turned up the volume on the computer speakers.

"Just like this," Aisha crooned while sitting astride Jalen's thick cock and
grinding. "I rode your little brother in the back seat just like this."

"And Dad just drove you around, like Hugh Hefner's chauffeur?"

"Hefner?" laughed the sandy-colored MILF. "I wouldn't have guessed you'd even
know who that was. _Playboy_ is pretty tame compared to what's all over the
Internet today."  

"I saw that _Secrets of Playboy_ documentary," the 19-year-old answered. "Old
dude was pretty fucked up."

"And how about your old moms? Is she pretty fucked up too? A lot of people
would say so."

"Oh, hell no!" Jalen declared. "You didn't drug me or coerce me or downright
rape me like some of the women in that show claimed. If life at the mansion
had really been in line with the public image, it would have been sexy as
hell. It would have been as sexy as life in our house."

He'd been chilling, just lying there with his arms folded behind his head,
letting his mother ride. Now he gripped her thighs and pulled her down while
thrusting up with his hips.

"You? Horny, yes. Kinky, yes. Sexy as Hell, yes. Fucked up? No."

Aisha leaned forward and rested her palms on her son's powerful chest and let
the sensations course through her. When he bounced up harder though, she
pressed down more firmly on his chest and pulled her pelvis upwards.

"Go easy, baby," she said. "Your father and brother really put it to me
today."

He stilled his hips and lightened his grip on her thighs. _Dad, too? Had his
old man lied to him earlier?_

"I thought Dad was just the chauffeur today," he said.

"Oh, this was earlier, when I showed him our spot in the woods behind the
ballfield."

She lifted her pussy all the way off him and they both sighed. When she pulled
the condom off his member, Jalen expected her to take him in her mouth.
Instead, she said, "Give me a new one, I think we've stressed this one out as
far as we dare."

He tore the package open with his teeth and she extracted the contents and
rolled the new prophylactic down over his hard-on. Next she smeared excess
lubricant from where it had gathered around her cunt, back to her ass crack.
Grabbing his throbbing cock, she rubbed the gloved head back and forth along
that crack.

"You're right about me being horny all the time," she said as she lined up his
tip with her slippery butthole and eased back until the head popped through.
"As for kinky, do you say that because I do things like let my own son shove
his fat cock right up my ass?" With the final word she sat down hard and took
him all the way into her rectum.

"Oh, fuck!" she screamed. "You big dick motherfucker. Oh, God, that hurts.
Hurts so fucking good. Hold still for me now, baby. Hold still and let Mama
adjust to your black mamba."

Jalen physically did as she asked, while mentally he reviewed his Microsoft
certification exam from earlier in the day - seeking any way he could to not
blow his wad right away. Kinky and sexy as hell was right.

Aisha slid upwards until again only the head remained inside her. Then she did
a slow drop. Two inches down, one inch up, two inches down, until she once
again sat fully impaled. Each inch gained had transformed pain into pleasure
and now it just felt so fucking good. She began grinding as she'd done earlier
when he was in her vagina. The sensations were similar, but different and each
was as good as the other depending on her desires of the moment.

Her desires right now were very clear, and her hands moved to her crotch to
help fulfil them. One hand pulled her labia aside so the fingers of the other
could reach carefully inside to coat themselves in her natural lubricant. Then
she began strumming their flats across her pulsing clit.

"Oh, that's so good, baby, so good. I'm going to cum because it's so good. I
want you to cum with me, baby." She rubbed herself harder and faster, while
bouncing harder and faster on the flesh pole up her ass. "Tell me what you
want. Tell me what you're doing to your fucked up mother."

"I want to keep fucking your big, nasty ass until you spray cum all over me,"
the boy growled. "I'm going to keep fucking my horny, kinky, sexy mother until
I blow my load right through this rubber and fill her ass with my cum."

"Oh, God, yes, that's it. Do it, baby. Fuck Mommy's nasty ass. Fuck her hard!"

The orgasms were fantastic. Her sixth of the day had her swooning and
collapsing onto her son's chest. His second of the day felt like it might
indeed have blown right through the condom.

 **Chapter 55**

When the two illicit lovers made their way to the downstairs bathroom, James
stopped the recording and hurried up to his own bathroom. He peeled off his
second cum-stained shirt of the day and laid it flat on the bed as a sign for
his wife. He had a quick rinse, put on a fresh t-shirt over his same shorts
and headed back down to the kitchen. Like Jalen earlier, James poured himself
a soda, though he chose ginger ale over cola. And like Jalen earlier, he
waited.

It wasn't long before Aisha and Jalen were repeating the earlier entrance of
Aisha and Aiden from the basement. Again, mother and son had clearly just
showered following some energetic sex. This time, however, the two incestuous
lovers were fully dressed, rather than naked beneath bathrobes.

Aisha smiled at him all the way as she crossed the kitchen and slid right into
his arms. "Hello, Love," she purred before kissing him. He noted that she'd
brushed her teeth as part of her post-coital toilet.

"Guess what?" she asked as she slipped one arm around his waist and pivoted to
stand beside him, looking back at Jalen who had stopped a few feet away.

"I'd guess something good, judging from the smiles on your faces," said James.

"Very good," confirmed Aisha. "While Aiden was out kicking butt on the field,
Jalen was kicking butt in the testing center. Tell him, baby."

"I passed my certification exam," said Jalen. "With a 94."

"94! That is good," cheered James. "That's a tough test. Is it official or
unofficial? I thought they were supposed to send the results to the company?"

James's company had been Jalen's sponsor for the exam, paying for both the
study materials and the actual testing.

"Well, the company will get the certified results, but since it's all
computer-based now, they could still give me the score right after I finished.
So, yeah, I'd say it's official."

James stepped across to his son with arms wide open and embraced the young
man. "I'm proud of you, Jalen."

"Thanks, Pops," the kid said. Jalen registered how much bigger he was now than
James, but he still relished his father's loving hug.

"94! That test is so tough that a 65 is passing. No wonder you two were
already celebrating before I got back from dropping Aiden off," James said
later as he and Aisha drove to the mall to take in a movie at the Cineplex. On
this trip his wife was sitting up front with him and neither of their boys was
in the back.

"Well, I've always said our society needs to celebrate students' academic
achievements as much as they do their athletic ones," she replied, partially
tongue-in-cheek.

James laughed. "I bet that was the first time Jalen got the groupie treatment
for something he did off the basketball court or football field."

Later, as they left the theater, they turned their phones back on and each
started dinging with incoming texts. James was quickest on the draw and said,
"Aiden says he'll be staying over with Mark as they originally planned."

When James had started reading out Aiden's message, Aisha had punched up
Jalen's.

"And Jalen says not to wait up for him. Apparently, he got called out to a
party too."

"So," said James. "Still just the two of us. May I take you out to dinner, my
darling wife?"

"Yes, you may, my one and only darling husband." She wrapped her arms around
him and they kissed, long and lovingly. "With all that's going on, please tell
me this will never stop," she asked.

"Not before I stop breathing," he promised.

As they moved to the dessert course, another SMS came in from Jalen. Like
Aiden, he was going to crash at his buddy's place because it was just a block
from the party.

The boys' parents grinned at each other as they both relished the idea of a
night alone.

 **Chapter 56**

While their evening out had been deeply romantic, the long-married couple were
still barreling along in sexual overdrive from the long, hot summer.

James, however, wasn't barreling along the road, as he drove them home after
dinner. He was driving just as slowly and carefully as he had earlier while
chauffeuring the baseball star. Only now, it was his lap where the groupie had
her face buried.

After pulling into the garage, Mr. and Mrs. Seward scrambled out of the car
and Aisha headed for the door to the house. But James grabbed her arm and
swung her back toward the car. Moving his hand from her arm to between her
shoulder blades, he pushed while holding onto her hip with the other hand. She
bent forward at the waist and rested her palms on the front edge of the hood.
He flipped up her skirt and pulled her panties roughly to the side. His cock
was still sticking out from his fly from the driving blowjob, and he thrust it
into the dripping wet hole.

James marveled at how tight the slut's cunt was even after days of fucking by
three cocks. The feeling and thoughts had him ready to blow after just a few
hard strokes, but instead, he withdrew, took her by the wrist and pulled her
after him through the door into the laundry alcove. Again he spun her and bent
her over, this time she was leaning on the tumble dryer.

Aisha spread her legs in eager anticipation of her panties being pulled aside
again so James could take her. Her skirt was flipped up and he did press his
groin against her ass, but without moving the underwear aside. Instead, she
sensed he was leaning forward, reaching for something above her. She glanced
up and saw him grab the pair of scissors she kept hanging on a hook for
cutting off loose threads.

She felt him straighten, felt the hand still holding her skirt up out of the
way, and then felt the cold steel of the scissors against her right butt
cheek. She tensed, wondering what he was planning. A solid 'snip' answered the
question. He'd cut through the waistband of her panties above the right leg
hole. Another touch of metal on the left side and another snip and her lovely
silk panties were now just a sodden rag laying at their feet. _So much for
romance,_ she thought, as a delightful shiver of excitement with an edge of
fear coursed through her.

He moved forward again, only this time his cock slid right into her quivering
gash, and she shook with a small orgasm as he leaned hard into her and
replaced the scissors on their hook.

When he pulled her through the kitchen door and guided her toward the island,
she automatically leaned forward and rested her chest on the granite top,
while spreading her arms out wide to grip either edge of the stone with her
fingers. When he jammed his own piece of stone up inside of her again, she
used the solid weight of the island to thrust back against him, giving as good
as she was getting.

 _Got you!_ She thought as she took in the gasping nature of his breathing and
the more erratic slams against her ass. But somehow, the man managed to pull
out before it was too late and stood panting behind her. The woman moved as if
to twist around, she was going to get him into her mouth and finish him off,
but the strong hand on her back pressed her torso firmly into the countertop.
Even while losing control of herself over and over this summer, Aisha Seward
had been in overall control of the situation. Clearly, tonight the control was
in her husband's hands. She could hardly wait to experience what he did with
it.

 **Chapter 57**

When the large, strong hand came away from her back, it left with one more
push that communicated Aisha wasn't to rise up from her position of submission
yet. She heard grunting and scuffling behind her, along with some small
thumps. His hand returned, only this time to the back of her neck. She went
with his unspoken directions and straightened and then turned toward him.

He was bottomless, the sounds she'd heard had been him fighting his way out of
shoes, socks, and pants. His gorgeous black cock was straining toward her and
she so desperately wanted to sink to her knees and swallow it. But she hadn't
been given that command yet.

The commands she did get were once again communicated through his hand, this
time on her throat. _Who was this man?_ His grip was just tight enough to walk
the line between thrilling and scary. _Maybe tighter would be even better?_

While the man _(her Husband? Rapist? Master?)_ held her in place up against
the edge of the island with his throat grip, he used his other hand to undo
the buttons of her silk blouse. He stared deeply, almost angrily into her
eyes, as he undid her top. Some still rational part of her mind appreciated he
was being more careful with the expensive blouse than he'd been with her fancy
panties, but the animal part that had been brought to the front of her brain
wished he would just rip the damn thing off her, like a good rapist. He
certainly looked like he was thinking the same thing, but in the end, he
worked it loose over first one shoulder and arm and then the other.

She was naked now except for her sandals and brassiere and she wondered if he
would grab a knife from the block on the island and cut the bra off. She hoped
he would and that he'd then bend her over the kitchen island again so she
could feel the cool granite directly against her swollen nipples. Instead, he
pulled one shoulder strap and then the other down before yanking the cups down
and freeing her heated breasts.

Her nipples felt especially hot when he took them between his thumbs and
forefingers and used them to pull her away from the island and toward the
dining area. He pushed a chair out of the way with his foot and got her turned
and bent over again. The oak table wasn't as cool as the granite counter, but
it still felt good against her sensitive nips. Good until he pushed down hard
between her shoulder blades, really pressing her tits tight against the wood.
Then it felt even better.

Her bra was still hanging around her waist and she felt him undo the catch.
Then she felt his hands move down over her big ass cheeks and prayed for what
she would feel next. Aisha gasped when her prayer was answered, and he guided
his hard shaft inside of her. Her cunny was so juicy, that he had no problem
sliding all the way in until she felt his balls pressing against her.

He moved in and out slowly. Pulling back until only the rim of his cockhead
kept him from slipping out, and then sliding back in until he was balls-deep
again. His polo shirt went flying over her head to the chair on the other side
of the table, leaving them finally naked, except for her sandals.

Aisha was enjoying the slow, deep strokes, but had no doubt he was taking it
easy on himself, rather than her. She knew he was on a hair trigger and could
explode at any moment. She loved that feeling in his cock. In all three of her
cocks. In fact, she remembered it quite vividly from under this very table
during the first two wild weeks of their summer of sex, when she'd taken turns
sucking off both of the two older Seward men. Keeping the act out of sight of
the other had been her way of maintaining the separation between partners that
she'd established at the start.

That's when she got it. What he was doing. He was revenge fucking her in all
the spots she'd done something with their sons. Out in the garage was
obviously for Aiden's groupie treatment that very day. The same for the
laundry room, where she'd sucked the boy's cock again while helping him take
off his dirty uniform. The fact that she'd undressed and sucked James too
apparently didn't make up for his need to reclaim that spot in his house.

Then in the kitchen, where she'd sat at one of the tall stools more than once
over the past couple of months and flashed her pussy at a son to let him know
he'd be getting a visit in his room that night. And now in the dining area, on
the table she'd crawled under to suck off Jalen and James during dinnertime at
the beginning of their incest adventure.

 **Chapter 58**

Aisha registered that if she held her pelvis just right, she could get the
table edge to press against her clit through the hood as James banged into
her. She began to concentrate on the buzzing in her love button, the rhythmic
drilling of her fuck hole, and the thoughts of taboo sex in her head to
quietly build up a climax.

Before she even really got started, however, Aisha's pussy was empty again.
But thankfully only for a moment. Before she could really register the
disappointing loss, she felt fingers going inside her. No real substitute for
a throbbing cock, but better than nothing. Especially when they were joined by
a tongue on her asshole. If James had to take a break to keep from cumming
before he wanted, at least he was filling the time-out in a good way.

When she felt him rising up from his knees again, she expected to be getting
his glorious manhood back inside of her. Instead, he gripped her shoulder at
the side of her neck and pulled her back to a standing position. She stumbled
a bit; her legs unsteady after the prolonged time spent bent at the waist.

He gave her a second to gather herself, and then got her moving again,
apparently to their next fuck stop. She wondered if he was going to take her
down to the basement apartment. _That will take a whole lot of fucking to
reclaim after all the boys have done with me down there._ Instead, she found
herself being led into the living room and bent over a sofa arm.

 _The world's most considerate Husband/Rapist/Master,_ she thought, when he
laid a kitchen towel across the arm first. He'd clearly registered how wet she
was and didn't want to leave a slut mark of shame on the furniture.
_Definitely the most considerate,_ she thought again when he started
reclaiming this location with his tongue. This time his hands peeled her ass
cheeks apart and he dragged his talented mouth muscle back and forth between
her front and back holes.

When he stood, she was once again surprised and disappointed that he didn't
plunge his love stick right back into her. Instead, he pivoted around the sofa
arm and sat on the cushion she'd been leaning on, easing in under her body. It
left his beautiful cock right below her mouth and she dropped on it like a
red-tail hawk on a snake. When she also tried to grab it with one hand, he
stopped her, placing her palm on his lower thigh for balance.

Regardless, she was going to do her best to make him give up his cum, so maybe
he'd stay in place with her long enough to make her cum too. While she bobbed,
licked, and slurped she thought about their ongoing fuck tour and remembered
that this was precisely where the whole summer had started. With her coaxing
Jalen to talk about sex with his ex-girlfriend, Judy, and then confirming that
the girl had been right, her son did have a big, beautiful black cock. Which
Mama Seward had proceeded to suck right here, while Papa Seward watched from
an armchair.

Speaking of armchairs, that was the next stop on James's tour of reclamation.
He pulled back on the cock-hungry slut's hair to get her to release him, and
then he was man-handling the voluptuous body until she was kneeling on the
seat of the big recliner. She had to lean on one arm of the chair, with her
head poking around the side to get the position he wanted.

 _He's finally going to do it this time, he's finally going to make me cum,_
Aisha thought with relief. That he was going to do it with his hand after all
the great fucking and sucking so far was a bit of a surprise, but somehow, the
way he was almost punching her cunt was perfect for the raunchy way she was
feeling. And when she realized why he was doing her with his hand in this
chair, her orgasm began running for the home stretch. _This is where Aiden
jacked off while watching me and Jalen downstairs on Jalen's birthday!_  

When James seemed to hesitate, like he might pull out, she cried, "No, please
don't stop, please, please!" He clearly decided to take mercy on her, because
of instead of stopping, he added a fourth finger and pistoned into her until
she wailed in pleasure, while clutching the back of the chair. It was a good
thing he'd moved the towel with her, because her cum was dripping.

 **Chapter 59**

"Oh, God, that was good," she moaned as he brought her to her feet a minute
after she stopped shaking. She turned to kiss him, but he put a hand to her
throat and stopped her. His eyes were narrowed and if she didn't know him,
she'd be afraid of the look on his face. "More?" she gasped softly. He gave
the slightest of nods and guided her to the base of the staircase going up to
the sleeping floor.

"Crawl."

She realized it was the first and only word he'd said to her for a very long
time, since the drive home, maybe all the way back in the restaurant parking
lot.

Aisha knelt down until her knees were on the first step, her hands two stairs
above. Then she crawled. She realized this location represented the many times
she'd made the walk up these stairs, flashing her ass at whichever lucky man
had been chosen to accompany her, often while one or both of the other men
were left behind. She exaggerated the angle of her ass pushing up into the air
by bringing her chest down low. Low enough to drag her nipples against each
stair's edge, which pulled soft moans out of her each time.

After going up two steps she felt hands on her hips and stopped. When he
straddled her ass, she really wanted to look back, but somehow knew that
wasn't allowed in this game. It reminded her of her frustration of not being
able to see what her voyeurs were seeing when they watched her fuck on camera.
She'd had James fix that problem for her downstairs, but now she wished they
had a hidden camera up here recording them too. She wanted to watch as he
crouched down and dipped his wick into her honey pot. Watch as he had her
crawl up another step or two and then stopped her again, this time to tongue
her completely exposed asshole. Crawl, stop, fuck. Crawl, stop, rim.

When they made it to the top, Aisha expected, almost hoped, that he would make
her crawl all the way down to the other end of the long hall to their bedroom,
fucking and tonguing her all the way.

Instead, he reached around her throat again and pulled up, until she was on
her feet. Apparently, the crawling was taking too long, because he gripped her
wrist tightly in his large hand and began pulling her down the hall. However,
after just a few steps, he suddenly stopped. They were standing between the
doors to the boys' bedrooms.

He took a step to the side and pushed open the door to Jalen's room.

For the first time since sinking into her submission, okay, her rape fantasy,
Aisha hesitated and pulled back against his grip when she came to the
threshold. "I don't know," she protested weakly. "It's been one of my rules to
keep each man's place...um...his alone?"

His big, strong hand returned to her throat. "There are the rules for summer
interns," he said as he pressed her backwards through the doorway. His hand
moved an inch lower and pressed downwards on her collar bones. As she eased
down to her knees, he growled, "Then there are the rules for the man of the
house."

She stopped thinking about her silly rules and filled her mouth.

After fucking in both boys' rooms, hell, in both boys' beds, the dirty parents
finished in their own bed. When Aisha started cumming for the third time in
the session, James couldn't hold back anymore and blasted a shot into her cunt
before pulling out and spraying the rest of his seed across her belly.

"Still the best," she panted when he collapsed next to her on the mattress.
"Still the fucking best."

They turned toward each other and kissed. When James wrapped her in his strong
arms and pulled her against him; she could feel both of their heartbeats. She
returned the urgent embrace, and each felt the unbreakable claim they had on
one another.

 **Chapter 60**

Sunday afternoon, Jalen sat in his room reviewing for Monday's certification
test. His cell phone warbled with the ring tone that told him a certain young
lady was on the line.

"Hey, you," he said when he answered.

"Hey, yourself," she replied. "Doing anything?"

"Studying up for big test number two. It's tomorrow."

"Hmm, you're sticking to that story, eh?"

"What? You think I'm fibbing? What do you think I'm really doing?"

"Depends on where you are and whom you're with." She was going for teasing,
but Jalen could hear the underlying tone of worry and jealousy. But she was
getting better about it and he didn't hold it against her.

"Well, I'm in my room and I'm all alone. But now that you're on the phone,
maybe you'd like to give me a little break from the books?"

"Oh, and how could I do that?"

"What are you wearing?"

She laughed. "OMG. You're such a dope. Or should I say, you're such a perv?"

"I think I'll take perv over dope today. So, what are you wearing?"

"Phone sex? Is that what this is? Is that even a real thing?"

"I'm wearing running shorts and a tank top," he said in a lower voice. "I'm
sitting on my desk chair and right now I'm pulling up on the bottom edge of my
shorts. The head of my cock is poking out, laying there along my thigh."

"Jalen!"

"I'm thinking about your nipples. How sensitive they are. How hard they get.
Are you wearing something thin? Something that shows them off?"

"Jalen." This time her voice was also lower, with a touch of desire. "Aren't
you afraid someone will walk in on you?" she continued.

"Nope. I've installed a lock on my bedroom door. (Actually, his father had put
it in at his mother's direction.) And besides, I've got the house to myself.
Aiden's watching his league playoffs and my folks went for a hike in the
hills."

"All alone?" she mused. "For how long?"

"Two hours at least."

"But you're hard at work studying for tomorrow?"

"Like I said, I could use a break. Some time to let what I've read percolate
in the background."

"And what will be in the foreground while your brain percolates?"

"Tell me again what you're wearing and if your nipples show through."

"Actually, I just had a shower and have so far only put on panties and a bra.
I decided to call and see what you were up to before deciding how to dress."

"I think you should put on something casual that will allow you to get over
here quickly and let me take it off again as fast as possible."

"Wow, you really must have the house to yourself." She paused. "I'll be there
in ten minutes."

When Jalen opened the front door eight minutes later, he saw she had indeed
gone for casual and easy to remove. A loose pair of pale green cotton shorts
that would drop right off. Up top was a white pullover crop top blouse. The
material wasn't sheer, but it was very thin. Thin enough for him to see that
she'd removed the bra she'd mentioned earlier. Her nipples were poking out
like pebbles. On her feet were flat white sandals. He just stood there in the
doorway, looking at her on the porch.

"Well? Are you going to invite me in?"

"In a sec. Right now, I'm just taking in the view. The way the sun's hitting
you is making that blouse almost see through. Your breasts are a work of art."

She threw her arms up across her chest and looked back over her shoulder to
see if anyone else could see her exposed.

"Stop," he said suddenly and a bit sternly. She looked back at him; arms still
crossed.

"Drop your arms. Let me see what I want to see."

"And what about what anyone else might see?"

"Good for them if they can see something so beautiful from so far away."

Slowly she lowered her arms to her sides, although she was clearly ready to
snap them back up. "You are such a perv," she said in a small voice that mixed
anxiety with excitement.

"Just a red-blooded American male," he said. Then he dropped his eyes from her
chest to his own crotch.

She followed his gaze and gasped when she saw how much he was tenting his thin
running shorts.

"Oh, God, Jalen. Did you...did you play with yourself before I got here?"

"Nope, not a bit. I tucked him away after we hung up but haven't touched him
since." He raised his eyes up to hers. "This is all from you, baby."

"Hard nipples and hard penis," she muttered. "What should we do about that?"

He reached out a hand and drew her inside. "I think we should start by
introducing them." He closed the door behind her. Still holding her hand, he
led her out of the entryway and into the house. She was surprised when they
passed the stairs going up and instead continued across the open-plan living
room and into the kitchen. She was even more surprised when he opened a door
on the other side of the kitchen, and she saw steps going down.

"What's this? Where are we going? Don't you think your bedroom would be more
comfortable than the basement?" Her own basement was unfinished concrete walls
and floors that held only the laundry room, water heater, and storage space.

"Trust me, you'll like it." When they got to the bottom of the stairs and
walked through a door set in an interior wall, she understood. "This is where
our grandparents stay when visiting." He didn't bother to mention that it had
become a favorite place for the Seward sons to take their mother for extended
sexual encounters.

He also didn't mention the cameras that allowed the other men of the house to
watch those encounters if his mother and her lover of the moment were up for
being exhibitionists. He'd rushed down here after their phone call and moved
the tripod-mounted camera out of sight to avoid uncomfortable questions. He'd
toyed with the idea of tucking it into a corner and firing it up to record
their session, but he'd just as quickly dropped the thought. Discretion, self-
control, and respect were due to everyone.

 **Chapter 61**

As Aisha and James turned onto their street, the weather report came back up
on the radio. It confirmed what they'd heard earlier; that the nearby mountain
communities would be experiencing strong thunderstorms, but that the storms
wouldn't make it all the way down and across the lower valleys, so there would
be no real break in the heat for the lowlands.

The Seward parents had meant to escape that heat by taking a hike in the
higher and cooler elevations, but neither one felt like getting caught in a
mountain downpour, especially with lightning all around.

As they closed in on their house, Aisha's left hand moved up to the garage
door opener on the visor, while her right began turning the steering wheel
automatically, working off of muscle memory from making this move thousands of
times over the years.

"Whoa!" James exclaimed softly from the passenger seat.

Aisha grabbed the wheel with both hands and jinked it slightly to avoid rear-
ending the car parked in front of her side of the garage. She slid to the
other car's left and parked on James's side of the driveway.

"What's this?" she said.

"More like who's this?" her husband replied.

"Do you know whose car that is?" she asked as she looked across him at a red
VW Bug.

"Hmm," James murmured as he considered. "No," he finally answered. "I feel
like I should though."

"Me too," she said. "I think I've seen this car somewhere and if I could
remember that I'd remember who was driving it."

"At a ball game, maybe?" he said. "Someone with Aiden?"

"Almost," she mused.

Some might wonder why they didn't just go in the house and find out, but the
Sewards had stumbled across the kind of riddle or puzzle they both liked. As a
mathematician, Aisha was always seeing patterns and parts of equations and
working on putting them together in an order that would provide a solution.
James's mind worked in a similar way, but for him, years of studying and
designing wiring schematics and circuit boards allowed him to visualize and
remember where a particular relay or diode was supposed to go.

"Pizza Hut!" they said almost simultaneously.

"Judy?" said James.

"Or Chandra or Isabella," said Aisha, filling in the names of the other two
girls who'd been chasing after Jalen the night of Aiden's impromptu birthday
party at the end of June.

"Which one?" he pondered. "I think that's the only time I've seen this car,
and it seems like the kind that any of them might drive. Standard chick car."

"Yeah," agreed Aisha. Then she added, "Misogynist pig," as she hit him half-
heartedly on his thigh. "It certainly fits Judy's personality, but I don't
know enough about either of the other two to rule it out. "Who's your bet?"
she said with a slight emphasis on the final word that made him turn to her
and look into her smoking eyes.

"Judy," he answered.

She paused a moment, which made him think he'd snaked her choice. Which in
turn made him feel better about his odds of winning.

"Chandra," she said finally.

James smiled. "You also think it's most likely Judy, but your second choice is
Chandra. Nice."

Aisha's eyes narrowed; she didn't like being read so easily. "Stakes?" she
said.

James remembered the last bet he'd lost to his wife. It was time for some
payback. "Spanking. Front and back."

Her eyes narrowed further; pain play wasn't high on their bedroom activity
list. But the excitement of yesterday's domination session was still bubbling
just below the surface and when she felt her pussy get suddenly juicy, she
knew that tonight would be a perfect night to feel some belt leather applied
across butt cheeks and breasts.

She countered his desired stake with, "Pegging. I'll let you choose the size."

Now it was time for James's eyes to narrow. It had been a very long time since
she'd turned any of her toys on him. He thought back to the dildoes he'd used
on her recently. _When was that? Over a month ago?_ Then he remembered it had
been the last time they'd talked about sex with Jalen's girlfriends, back on
the night of Aiden's 18th birthday. He'd have to take one of those toys in the
ass if he lost. _Or maybe even if I win_. He pictured himself straddling her
hips, sitting on her dildo while slapping a belt across her tits, like a
cowboy using his reins to urge on his mount.

"You're on," he said, and they got out of the car and headed for the front
door. By unspoken agreement, they closed their doors very quietly and didn't
speak after leaving the car. Sneaking up on their son didn't really seem to
meet the family credo of respect, but one could argue that it did allow for
more discretion, since it would enable them to back out of an awkward
situation without embarrassing anyone. But in the end, fuck the rules, there
was a bet on.

 **Chapter 62**

Aisha unlocked the front door and crept across the entryway to take a peek
into the main area. Empty, as expected. James pulled the door closed silently
and they both took off their shoes before heading upstairs.

James rubbed and squeezed her ass and bare thighs all the way up. When they
got to Jalen's door, Aisha put her hands on either side of the frame and
leaned her ear up against it, hoping to hear the girl speak. James rubbed her
crotch through her hiking shorts.

After a minute she straightened up and turned to him. "Nothing," she mouthed.

He took her place, putting his ear to the door for another short listen.

She jumped and gasped quietly when he suddenly turned the doorknob and pushed
the door open a crack. After a quick glance, he opened the door all the way.
Empty.

As one, Mom and Dad turned and looked down the hallway to their own closed
bedroom door.

"You don't think...?" whispered James.

"Why not?" replied Aisha. "You scrapped the sanctity rule for the boys'
bedrooms last night when you attacked me in their beds. Isn't turnabout fair
play?"

James opened his mouth to respond, but then snapped it shut and smiled. He
tip-toed across the hall and put his ear to Aiden's door. After thirty seconds
of silence, he poked his head in and pulled it right back out. Next he moved
quietly down to the master bedroom at the far end of the hall with Aisha just
a half step behind. This time they leaned in together, but again, heard
nothing. Aisha opened the door, exposing an empty room.

"What do you think?" asked James, no longer whispering, but still speaking
quietly.

"Maybe they're just hanging out in the backyard," suggested Aisha.

James crossed their bedroom and looked out the window overlooking the
backyard. "Nope," he said. "No one there."

"The basement!" said Aisha. James nodded his agreement and the two perverted
parents quickly, but quietly made their way downstairs and across the house to
the basement door.

James paused with his ear there for just a few seconds before carefully
opening the door. The staircase led first into his computer workroom, so if
Jalen and his guest were deeper into the basement, in the guest apartment,
they wouldn't be able to see someone coming down the stairs. And if the
apartment door was closed, they also shouldn't hear them if James and Aisha
kept creeping along like peeping Toms in their own house.

James paused and whispered, "Maybe we should just leave them alone? Respect
their privacy?"

"The hell you say," hissed Aisha. "We're not going to break them up, but we
deserve to know what's going on under our own roof."

James grinned at his wife. "Because we're good parents concerned that our boys
are being sexually responsible."

She grabbed his crotch, pushing him against the door frame. "Because we're
dirty parents concerned that our boys fuck well." Then she released him and
crept downstairs. Once she could see that the apartment door was indeed
closed, she sped up her approach and James stayed on her heels.

This time, the ear-to-the-door trick paid off. She turned and looked at her
husband and nodded with a wicked smile. James gave a listen too.

"She's vocal," he whispered. "But I can't tell who it is."

"Me either," she replied with some frustration.

"We could try and look through a window," he suggested. The basement was about
three-quarters below ground and had horizontal windows high up on the inside
walls. Per fire regulations, they were big enough to allow a person to climb
out if needed.

"Nah. The ones in the back don't look into the sleeping area and I don't want
someone to see us creeping around in front. Hey! How about the cameras?"

As a parents' exception to the house rules, the tweaks James had made to the
basement recording equipment and software the previous Monday were still in
place. The ceiling and bookcase-mounted cameras were hard-wired to electricity
and the home intranet, so they could be turned on even if their local switch
was in the off position. He could also record their outputs. They'd continued
to let the boys think that the exhibitionists in the porn studio controlled
whether they were seen or not.

Aisha had been the one to request the modifications because she regretted not
being able to watch herself having sex like her husband and sons had seen her
doing in both authorized and unauthorized video coverage. So far, she'd made
use of the changes to record two sessions with Aiden and one with Jalen.

The grown-ups justified the subterfuge by saying that they didn't have to
worry about the images being shared outside the family by either of them,
while an oversexed teenage boy might not be able to resist a bit of bragging.

Upstairs in their bedroom, the sneaky parents shed their clothes and climbed
up on the bed, sitting back against the headboard. While Aisha used the TV's
remote to bring the camera feeds up on the flatscreen, James used the iPad
he'd grabbed on the way to sign into the intranet and bring up the camera
control program.  

He looked at Aisha. "Seriously, now. We can still stop and not do this. Or
maybe just turn it on long enough to identify the girl and then leave them to
themselves. Family rules and all."

His wife inhaled, paused a second and then let the air out slowly before
saying, "D-S-R." She placed the palm of her left hand on her husband's flat
belly. "You're a good man, James. A good man and a good father."

Then her hand slid down and gripped his manhood. "But wouldn't you like to see
Judy's long legs wrapped around Jalen's body? Or Chandra's big butt shaking as
he pounds into her? Or his cock, that looks so much like yours, sliding in and
out of Isabella's pretty mouth?"

"You're a bad woman, Aisha. A bad, bad woman." He turned on the cameras.

"Don't forget to record," she said.

 **Chapter 63**

"Oh, God," moaned Aisha a half hour later. "She's cumming again. What kind of
slut is she? I never came that much when I was her age."

"Did you ever have such a good lover at that age?" countered her husband.

"No fucking way. Look at him go."

"Is that how he fucks you?" he asked.

"It is," she panted. "But there's something else, something different."

"It's the control," said James as he stroked slowly in and out of his wife
doggy style while they watched their son, Jalen, also take his lover from
behind. Although the younger woman was bent over the back of the sofa bed
instead of being on hands and knees. This was working out much better for the
voyeurs, since it meant the ceiling camera could see the young people's faces.
"I think she doesn't have all that much experience and he's just doing with
her what he will."

"Like you did with me yesterday," Aisha growled. "And she's loving it like I
did. She's fucking loving it. Do me hard now, Daddy. Do me as hard as your
son.

"Oh, fuck!" she gasped. "That's it, that's it, that's it--"

Soon Aisha, James, and Jalen, were all following the teen girl into orgasm,
both men exploding inside hot, wet pussies. The only difference being that
Jalen's seed was being captured in a condom, while James's was flooding his
wife's womb.

The generous father kept himself buried in the incestuous mother while they
continued watching the young lovers on the screen. Jalen pulled out and turned
his lover around, guiding her to stand upright as he did. Then he took her in
his arms and kissed her deeply.

"That's my boy," said James.

"A true romantic," said Aisha.

"Plus, it greatly increases the chances of getting her to come back later."

She bounced her ass back at him, making him whoof. "That's what all the
romantic stuff is for? Paving the way for a return visit?"

He bent forward and kissed her between her shoulder blades. "Mostly it's to
say thanks, without saying _thanks_." He moved his kiss to the back of her
neck. "And, I love you."

She wiggled her ass in a much friendlier manner.

Then the kids were moving. Jalen held his rubber in place with one hand and
led the girl by the other out of the camera frame.

"Headed to the bathroom," said James. "Offering her a shower. Another
gentlemanly move he learned from his father."

"Oh shit!" exclaimed Aisha.

"What?"

"After the shower she'll probably leave, and they'll see our car right there
next to hers. I don't want to embarrass the girl."

James pulled his own shrinking cock out and rolled out of bed, looking around
for their hastily discarded clothing. He found Aisha's panties and tossed them
to her. She rolled onto her back with her legs up and quickly skinned on the
briefs and managed to capture most of his semen before it ran down her legs.

"If we hustle, we can get downstairs and out of here before they're finished,"
he said.

They giggled as they dressed and made their way downstairs as quietly as
possible. They picked up their hiking boots in the entryway; neither one had
put on socks, so they went out barefoot. They eased their way out the door and
across to the car with fingers crossed that the kids wouldn't look out the
front windows at that moment.

"Gotta love electric," said James as he turned the ignition on the hybrid and
there was no corresponding roar to alert the basement dwellers. He backed
slowly into the street and crept away.

"Aren't the teenagers supposed to be the ones trying to get dressed and sneak
out before they're busted?" Aisha laughed when it felt like they'd made a
successful getaway.

"Yeah," agreed James. "Your dad was tough on me when you were 21 and away at
college. I can just imagine what would have happened if he found me making
love to your 18-year-old self in the family home."

"Well, one thing I can guarantee you," said Aisha. "He wouldn't have been
pulling my mother upstairs to screw while watching us getting it on over
hidden cameras."

They looked at each other. "We are bad, bad parents," they said in unison
before breaking out in laughter.

 **Chapter 64**

When the Sewards sat down for Sunday dinner, Jalen caught his parents glancing
and smiling at him again. They'd been doing it ever since getting home from
the mountains and part of him thought they knew about his earlier assignation
in the basement. But they couldn't. They didn't get back until 15 minutes
after his girl had left and they both had that sweaty, breathless look of
having trekked up and down the alpine slopes of the mountain range to the
east. He kept getting ready to ask them what was up, but since he wasn't sure
he really wanted to hear the answer, he kept biting back the question.

Fortunately, Aiden was so squirrely that he drew his parents' attention away
from Jalen.

In the end, it came out that Aiden had finally kissed Katrina Waverley at the
post-game barbecue the night before and then again today after watching the
baseball games together.

"Why haven't we ever met her before?" asked Aisha.

"Well, she only moved here two years ago and she goes to St. Catherine's." St.
Catherine's was a Catholic girls' school. "She didn't know about the co-ed
league last summer, so this is the first time she's had a chance to play
community ball."

"I've only ever seen her in a baseball uniform," said Aisha. "But she looks
like a really pretty girl."

"Good pitcher, too," added James. "Not a whole lot of velocity, but she really
makes that ball move. I saw lots of strikeouts and weak grounders from guys
chasing that thing around."

Aisha gave her husband a bit of a look, clearly not impressed that he was
thinking about the girl's baseball skills over her relationship to their naïve
son. Well, naïve when it came to young love. "Not to be too nosy," said Aisha.
"But do you think you'll keep seeing her after summer's over since you're not
in the same school?"

At the start of the summer, Aiden would probably have been too shy to talk
about Katrina, if he'd even gotten up the guts to talk to her. But after weeks
of hot, illicit sex with his own mother, Aiden's social confidence had finally
approached the level of his athletic confidence.

"I think I will," he answered. "I think I'll like spending time with her even
outside of baseball." Then he locked his eyes on his mother's. "But that
doesn't mean I'm resigning my position on your team if it carries on past the
summer."

Aisha froze. While they never hid what was going on between her and the men of
the house, they didn't often come right out and talk about it in plain
language with the whole group.

James stepped in. "Well, we'll talk about that more later, but for now I'm
sure your mother just wants you to remember that you shouldn't let our family
adventures get in the way of you getting to know girls your own age."

"And please remember what we've talked about before," Aisha said. "You need to
move at Katrina's pace, not at Seward pace."

Indeed, he had heard all this before, so Aiden could have been forgiven for
bridling at the nagging, but instead he smiled at his parents' good, albeit
twisted, moral intentions. "Don't worry, Mom, that's what I'm doing. It was
funny, but the post-game celebration with you was so fun and wild that it
filled my mind all the rest of the day. But when it actually came time to kiss
Katrina, I felt calm. I wasn't fighting back the urge to just take her the way
I did with...um...you know. Heck, I'm not Jalen."

Jalen's head snapped toward Aiden, while his parents both turned their gazes
on him.

"Me? What's that supposed to mean? I haven't done anything."

"That's not the way Judy tells it," grinned Aiden. "We weren't trying to
listen, but she was talking to a girlfriend this morning on her cell, and she
was standing in the backyard, right under Mark's window. Apparently, you made
quite the impression Saturday night. ' _Lots of new moves that blew her
mind,'_ I think she said."

"Saturday night?" said Aisha.

"Sure," replied Aiden, with a mischievous grin. "Jalen only came to the
Hendersons' barbecue for a little while, but after he was gone, I don't
remember seeing Judy anymore either."

Jalen glared at his kid brother. "Thanks, Aiden. Rat much?"

Aisha and James looked at each other and clearly had the same thought. _Judy?
But..._

A few hours later, the Seward parents were in bed, discussing Jalen's
apparently busy and complicated social life. They were having their
conversation while living out the scenario that James had pictured in his mind
earlier that day when they'd agreed on the stakes for their bet. A bet that
had ended up being a draw, since neither of them had guessed it was Isabella
in the basement with Jalen. Some people might say a draw meant that the bet
was cancelled and no one had to pay up. But for the Sewards, declaring a draw
to be a double loss resulted in a much more satisfying conclusion.

James sat astride his wife with a six-inch dildo buried in his ass. The toy
was strapped into a leather harness that ran around her hips and between her
legs. In his hand he held a short riding crop that had a small, leather loop
at the end. The loop had left some light marks on her fine, fine ass and now
it was playing across her full breasts and their big nipples. Quiet whimpers
of pain and pleasure in two different octaves filled the room.

"So, he fucked Judy Saturday night, probably at the Hendersons' and then
Isabella here on Sunday afternoon."

"No," replied Aisha. "He fucked me Saturday afternoon, Judy on Saturday night,
and then Isabella on Sunday afternoon. You may have to talk to your _Playah_
son about not losing his mind."

"And what will I tell him?" asked James as he did small wiggles on her toy,
which made the soft backside of the harness rub deliciously against her clit.
"How hot his mother got thinking about her son including her pussy in his bed-
hopping?" He dragged the riding crop back and forth from one fat nipple to the
other. "How hard she came while secretly watching him turn that pretty little
Latina every which way but loose?" He held the riding crop vertically above
her left nipple and waggled the leather flap quickly against it.

"How much she'd like to watch him fuck those other girls in person? Because
you would like that, wouldn't you, baby?" The crop suddenly snapped to the
other side with a smack that made Aisha's back arch. "The smell of their
fresh, young pussies, the sound of skin slapping as Jalen drives his thick
cock into their tight holes? Can you imagine it?"

The riding crop moved faster, lifting up slightly and stinging the delicate
skin at different spots all around her breasts. "You're there, baby. You're
there with them. Holding their innocent young legs open so your son can pound
them. Pound them with a cock covered in his own mother's cream."

That was all Aisha could take and she shivered and shook under the sharp taps
on her nipples and the grinding on her clit.

"Oh, God! Fuck 'em, James. Fuck those little sluts!"

James pulled his anus up off her dildo, gave his cock a few strokes to bring
it to penetration strength and slid it below her strap-on harness and into her
swampy gash. Her orgasm immediately peaked and rolled over her and his
followed right behind.

 **Chapter 65**

Aisha had committed some wide-open acts of incest in front of her husband by
sucking both Jalen's and Aiden's cocks while James sat just feet away. Monday
afternoon, she almost went that far between the brothers for the first time.
She and Aiden were at the kitchen counter, washing and preparing vegetables
they'd collected from Aisha's garden for use in that night's dinner. Stuffed,
roasted squash and a spinach salad featured in the naughty mother's green-
thumb menu.

They heard the front door open and then Jalen's voice calling out.

"Hi, anyone home?"

"In the kitchen," answered his mother.

He took a moment to take off his socks and shoes in the entryway and slip on a
pair of flip-flops he used for house shoes. Then he crossed the living area
and entered the kitchen. He stepped over to his mother, who offered him her
cheek. During the weeks of fucking his mother like a whore, he'd also eased
back into the habit of kissing her sweetly outside the bedroom, like the other
Seward men. He laid a mostly chaste buss on her cheek, then said, "Hey,
Aiden," to his brother. Looking into the sink, he said, "Looks like you've got
a good crop this year, Ma."

"It has been a good summer," she replied. "And thank goodness you two both
like vegetables."

Jalen opened up the fridge and took out orange juice. He smiled when he caught
his mother looking at him, waiting to catch him drinking straight from the
bottle. He popped his eyebrows up twice before taking a glass from a cabinet
and filling it halfway. Then he leaned back against a counter and sipped it
slowly.

"Oh, for God's sake!" Aisha spluttered. "You're as bad as your father. Tell
us!"

Jalen almost spit out the last sip of juice when he got his mother to pop with
impatience, but he managed to swallow it down and then a big grin spread
across his face. "A 96," he said.

"96!?" exclaimed Aiden. "I thought you expected to do worse, not better, on
the Cisco."

"I did," laughed his brother. "But every time I ran into a tough question, I
just closed my eyes and thought about what I'd seen out at the data plant or
on a customer install with Dad and the best answer was usually right there."

"Oh, your father is going to be so pleased," Aisha almost squealed.

"It wasn't only Dad," replied Jalen. "You helped too."

"Me? How?"

"My improved patience," said Jalen. "I got that from you."

"Patience?" she asked with one eyebrow raised.

"I realize now that in high school I rushed through tests. I was more
interested in finishing than in the result. My summer with you has taught me
both to not worry if things don't come to me right away, and to focus on the
moment when they do. When an answer didn't come to me right away, I just
stroked it gently until it was ready."

Aiden laughed. "Gentle stroking. Yeah, that'll do it."

Aisha gave him a look.

"Hey," he declared while throwing up his hands defensively. "Aren't you the
one who told us math problems couldn't be frightened into submission? That
they had to be coaxed into revealing their solutions?"

"Hmm. I did say that didn't I?" She began walking across the room toward
Jalen. As she passed in front of Aiden, she put out a hand and gently caressed
his cheek. When she got to his older brother, she also stroked his cheek, but
she left her hand there.

"I'm very proud of you, baby. And very happy to know that your summer
internships have taught you such valuable lessons." Her hand slid along his
jaw line, then down the side of his neck and front of his shoulder, until the
palm was flat against his left pec. She squeezed the solid muscle.

"You know what's even sexier than a man with a beautiful body?" she purred.

Jalen correctly took the question as rhetorical and said nothing; just enjoyed
the touching.

He enjoyed it even more when her hand slid down his abdomen as she answered
her own question.

"A man with a beautiful mind inside a beautiful body." Her hands moved to his
waistband and undid the button and zipper on his shorts. Then her right hand
slipped inside and took hold of his manhood.

Aiden wondered if she was going to pull down Jalen's pants and maybe suck him
right there in the kitchen. He was so excited by the prospect that he didn't
register that his own hand was mimicking his mother's and cradling his balls
inside his gym shorts.

Unfortunately, while Aiden did see the head of Jalen's cock poking up above
the elastic of his briefs, and while their mother's hand stroked up and down
the still hidden shaft, she didn't cross that line of really doing him right
there in front of Aiden. Instead, she used his dick to lead Jalen out of the
kitchen and pull him upstairs to "talk about your test taking methods some
more. Especially about patience and gentle stroking."

"Leaving me here with my dick in my hand," Aiden said out loud when they'd
gone.

His first inclination was to do something with that dick-in-hand situation,
but just like his older brother, Aiden had somehow managed to learn patience
even as the excitement of being with his mother kept going up. So, he tucked
himself away, washed his hands and finished up cleaning the fresh garden
vegetables and putting them into the refrigerator for his mother to use later.
If she decided to take a long enough break from fucking her older son to feed
her younger, that was.

"Hey, Aiden," James said when he found the boy playing a video game in the
family room when he got home a while later. "Where's your mom?"

"Up in Jalen's room," he answered without breaking stride as he guided his
soldier avatar through an intense fire fight.

"Jalen's?"

"Celebrating. Or maybe she's rewarding him," he mused. "He scored a 96 on his
Cisco exam."

"Whoa!" exclaimed James. His initial reaction at hearing about his wife's and
son's session of Afternoon Delight had been surprise, especially doing it so
blatantly in front of Aiden. But if Jalen aced both of his certification
exams, James understood Aisha's motivation and action.

Still, he thought, things really were progressing to some new level with the
family games. Aisha wasn't just making nighttime visits for some extra fun.
She seemed to be fucking one of them all day long, any time she wasn't busy
with teaching one of her online courses. He thought about danexxx's
_Literotica_ story, "Family Slut", that had been one of the triggers for this
summer of debauchery. He wondered if Aisha was so addicted to the naughty sex
that she was verging on becoming a free use fuck-toy for her three lovers. He
didn't know how he felt about that idea. Well, his libido and cock felt just
fine with it, but some rational thought was needed.

 **Chapter 66**

James relaxed a bit when Aisha showed up just half an hour later, showered and
dressed comfortably, but not blatantly sexy.

"Did you hear?" she asked as she moved into his arms in the kitchen and gave
him a loving welcome home kiss.

 _Toothpaste again,_ he thought. He took that as a good sign that she was
still maintaining her degrees of separation between her lovers. _Well, at
least when it comes to kissing._ Because she'd certainly shown no hesitation
in giving him or one of the boys sloppy seconds after coaxing another man to
cum inside of her earlier.

During dinner, James told Jalen how proud he was of him for his certification
scores.

"I bet it feels good not having those hanging over your head when you're
starting classes next week," added Aisha.

"Yeah, it does," agreed Jalen. "Thank you two for giving me the kick in the
butt I needed to get 'er done. And Pops, thanks again for getting me on board
with the internship. Between you and the other guys at work, I can hardly
think of a question on the exams that somebody didn't cover and put into a
work perspective I could understand and remember."  

The conversation then turned toward Aiden's own impending return to school.
He'd start classes a week and a half after Jalen.

"It's so weird we're starting on a Wednesday," Aiden said. "And then the very
next week we have Monday off for Labor Day. Why not just wait until that
following Tuesday to start?"

"I'm sure someone's got the whole thing worked out on a calendar," said James.
"Maybe they've found you kids are so shocked about returning to school, that
you need a 3-day weekend right off the bat to help you adjust."

"Senior Year," said Aisha. "Excited to be on top, a Big Man on Campus?"

"Big man on campus?" laughed Jalen. "Does anybody actually say that?"

"I do," replied Aisha. "And that's what your brother is going to be. Just like
you were," she added with a decisive nod of her head.

"Yeah," Aiden said in response to his mother's question. "It's going to be
cool not to be in school with Jalen anymore."

"Hard living in my shadow, eh?" quipped the older teen.

"No, just hard having to explain to teachers that I won't need _extra
attention_ to get through. Although, actually, I'll still have to do that, if
they knew you, won't I?"

"Ouch," said James, cutting off a biting response from Jalen. "Sooo, Aiden.
All ready for tomorrow? Think you guys are going to the final?"

"Actually, yes. Everyone is in such a good groove, hitting well, fielding
cleanly. If we stay relaxed, I think we've got a really good chance."

The conversation went that way, focusing light-heartedly on the boys'
accomplishments without going into how their horny mother had rewarded their
efforts. But naturally, it was on everyone's mind, particularly what would
happen later that night. And tomorrow. And the day after.

Tonight's plans got a little curve ball when Aisha announced that dessert was
a light fruit sorbet and Jalen said he was going to have to skip it. Some
friends had invited him out to celebrate his second great test score.
Coincidentally, they were taking him out for ice cream at the local shop.

"Sounds like good, wholesome fun," laughed James.

"So, who's going to be there?" asked Aisha. Her tone was trying for subtle,
but she was clearly fishing to find out which of his two weekend conquests he
would be hooking up with. His old flame, the White cheerleader Judy, whom he'd
apparently been with Saturday night. Or the petite Mexican, Isabella, who'd
come over for a very exciting fuck in the Sewards' basement apartment on
Sunday afternoon. Aisha and James had already discussed watching the secret
recording they'd made of the two young lovers when they went to bed.

"Just the usual gang, plus whomever else shows up," Jalen answered with a
grin.

"Well, I guess you won't be out too late, since it's a Monday," said his
mother.

"I don't know about that either," the 19-year-old said with a shrug. "I'm sure
a few people have work the next day, but no one's back to school yet, so we're
making the most of our last week of freedom." He didn't mention that he fully
expected to go from the ice cream parlor to Chandra Jackson's place. The hot,
Black chick was renting a house by the community college with two other girls,
which meant she had a bedroom of her own. Although, all three of the girls
were so _sex-positive_ in the current lingo, that even if they'd all been
bunking out in one room, it probably wouldn't have slowed down their sexual
adventures.

 **Chapter 67**

After Jalen left, the three remaining Sewards enjoyed their dessert, then
Aiden cleared up the dinner things and got the dishwasher going before heading
upstairs. It was on the early side for bed, but he wanted to be well rested
for tomorrow's quarter-final game.

James and Aisha also went upstairs, but only to change into loungewear. James
wore knee-length sweatshorts and a sweatshirt with the arms and collar cut
off. Aisha wore men's-style loose flannel pajama bottoms and a silk baby doll
top.

Back downstairs in the family room, James poured them glasses of red wine, a
large for her and a small for him since only he had to work in the morning.
They momentarily considered watching the evening news, but both agreed they
didn't feel like having the ugly outside world intruding on the incredible
fantasy world going on in the family home. James called up one of the radio
channels that played soft jazz.

"So," James said, a bit tentatively. "I understand you and Jalen kind of
started your celebration of his test score right in front of Aiden. I know how
much you've enjoyed being watched in action over the video feed. Were you
thinking of having a live audience?"

"Hmm," considered Aisha. "No, that wasn't on my mind at the time, I was just
caught up in the moment. Do you think it was a problem?"

"No, not really, at least as far as Aiden was concerned, I'm sure," he said
sardonically. Then he went ahead and bit the bullet. "It's just that things
have been getting progressively hotter and I was just wondering if you were
thinking of changing any of the house rules regarding, um, discretion?"

They were sitting snuggled up against each other on the sofa and Aisha slid a
hand under the waist band of his jersey shorts while she took a deep sip of
wine.

"I haven't really thought about it," she offered after swallowing. "I'm pretty
happy with the way things are. But I can see what you mean about how they've
evolved without any conscious thought." She began gently pulsing his manhood
in the palm of her hand.

"Would you like some changes?" Her voice had a touch of worry. "I must admit
that one thing I always think about is whether you're still okay with how
things are going. Maybe it's going too far and I should slow down a bit?" His
cock was growing harder, and she started slowly rubbing the shaft up and down.
"But this makes me wonder if maybe you'd like the rules to change the other
direction."

She slid off the sofa and onto her knees on the floor. She placed the glass on
the coffee table and grabbed his shorts on either side. He lifted his ass up
off the cushion as she pulled them down all the way to his ankles; his
beautiful dark cock sprang free.

"Do you want to be my live audience?" she cooed as she freed the shorts from
one foot so she could spread his legs and kneel in between them. She held his
iron rod in both hands up against her lips, like a singer crooning into a
microphone. "Do you want to be right there while your sons fuck me? Close
enough to smell, as well as see and hear?"

She kept hold of his manhood with one hand and picked up her wine glass with
the other. "I already know how much you love sticking your cock into me when
I'm already wet and loose and filled with your sons' cum." She took a gulp
from her glass before setting it back on the table. Then she dropped her wine-
filled mouth over his swollen glans.

He moaned while she swirled the wine around his cockhead before swallowing it
down. Then her mouth came off him and she asked more clearly. "Is it time to
do all of you at once?"

"That is a hell of an idea, but I'll have to think about it a bit." He took
her hands and pulled her up alongside him. "But what I want right now is to
get you up into bed, so we don't have an unplanned live audience if Jalen
comes home or Aiden comes down for something."

 **Chapter 68**

The twisted parents headed upstairs. James held his shorts in one hand and his
wife's hand in the other. His cock wasn't rock hard at the moment, but it
still led proudly, bobbing up and down like a water wand searching for an
underground spring.

At the top of the stairs, they headed toward their bedroom at the far end of
the hall. But Aisha surprised him by stopping in front of Aiden's door and
releasing his hand.

"What's up?" he asked.

"You go on ahead," she said. "I'll be down in just a little bit."

"Aisha," he said, more tension than usual in his voice.

She put a hand lightly on his chest and gave him a small kiss. "I'm just going
to stop a moment to tuck in Aiden."

"Tuck him in, huh? Will this take long?"

She moved her hand to his cheek. "Go on down and brush your teeth and have a
shave," she smiled.

James tilted his head just a bit to the side. Should he have said something
when she'd asked him if he wanted her to slow things down? No, his wife might
be having some pretty wild fun, but he didn't think she'd gone completely off
the deep end yet. He gave her a kiss before turning and heading down to their
bedroom.

Aisha knocked lightly on Aiden's door and paused just a moment before turning
the knob and opening it. When she poked her head in past the threshold, she
saw what she expected. Aiden wasn't in bed, 'Hitting the rack early,' as he
had said. He was sitting at his desk in front of his computer.

She'd thought there was a 40 percent chance that he'd be watching porn;
probably something to do with incestuous MILFs. She had to admit she was
disappointed that he wasn't. Instead, he had gone with her 60 percent guess
and was playing an online game.

The teen swiveled in his chair and took off his gaming headphones.

"I thought you were turning in early?" she said with a teasing tone.

"I was just winding down my brain," he said. "I'll be finished soon."

"That's exactly what I was thinking. That you might be too wound up to really
get to sleep. Maybe I can help with that?"

Aiden snapped back to the computer screen and put the headphones back on.
There was a small boom mic sticking out in front of his mouth and he keyed it.
"Hey, guys? Sorry man, but I've got to sign off. I'll check in with you
tomorrow."

When he took the headphones off again and laid them on the desk, Aisha heard a
couple of other kids' voices calling out, trying to stop Aiden from bailing
from the game before it was finished, but they were ignored, and the boy's
flying fingers signed him out of the program.

Shifting immediately from gaming teen to horny young man, Aiden stood up and
faced his mother. "I was hoping you'd stop by," he said. She saw he was only
wearing jockey shorts with his t-shirt.

"I got that feeling," she replied. "From the way you kept staring at me at
dinner. I felt like I might be your next course."

"Well, now that you mention it," he said.

She ignored the implication. "I thought I'd better check in so you didn't stay
up half the night waiting for me for no reason."

The boy's face dropped. "You weren't going to visit?"

She closed the distance between them and put her hand on his left cheek. "You
know how much I do like to visit," she purred. "But you also know that I won't
be visiting you every night, right?"

His head dropped more than nodded. A very sad yes.

"Oh, no you don't," she said firmly. "No hang dog expression as if I'd sent
you to the doghouse. You have to avoid getting possessive if this is going to
work for us. Isn't that what you agreed to?"

He looked into her eyes. "Yes, and I still understand. Sorry."

"Now, I can understand how you might think today was a _high energy_ day, with
the way I acted with your brother right in front of you, so I'm not upset
about you expecting me."

Her left hand went to his right cheek and she held his head still between her
palms while she reached up to plant a long, soft kiss on his lips. Then her
hands trailed down across his broad shoulders and came to rest on his chest, a
hand on each pec.

"And to tell you the truth, I was pretty much expecting to pay you a visit
tonight too," she admitted. "But here's another lesson about women for you.
I've been feeling my period coming on me and Jalen's... _enthusiasm..._ seems
to have finally brought it on."

"Your period?"

"I am still of child-bearing age, you know?" she said with a cocked eyebrow.

"Oh, oh, of course, I didn't...I mean..."

She smiled and hit him softly on the right breast with her fist. "I'm messing
with you," she said. "It hasn't come up before because the birth control pills
I use give me a short and light period compared to women who aren't on the
pill. So it usually doesn't stop me from being comfortable with lovemaking at
all. Other times, however, I'd rather skip a few days."

The boy looked a little squirmy in his face, but to his credit, she didn't
feel any shivers of disgust in his body and he kept on paying attention.

"I guess that your summer internship should teach you more about women than
just how to bring them to orgasm." She closed the distance between them until
her breasts were pushing against his chest. Her voice was breathier when she
continued. "Which is something you've become wonderfully adept at." She kissed
him again, more firmly this time.

Then she backed away a couple of inches again and said in a much more
professorial voice, "It's important to pay attention and try to understand
your partner's period. They're a lot like a woman's feelings about sex. Every
woman has her own individual responses to both passion and periods, but her
responses are not going to be exactly the same every time. Some women can feel
perfectly miserable and want nothing to do with sex during her time, while
other women find themselves feeling extra horny and hoping their man can
handle a little blood."

Aiden's eyes widened as he considered his mother's words. He'd never actually
thought about a woman's menstrual cycle and to think about it now in
conjunction with sex was a bit mind-blowing.

"So," Aisha continued. "Just as with sex in general, pay attention to your
partner and never push her into a situation that makes her uncomfortable,
either physically or emotionally."

The boy nodded again, more confidently this time. Aiden was smart and knew
these lessons and tips were gold.

 **Chapter 69**

Aisha could feel her boy's body thrumming lightly like a tuning fork and was
proud of him for managing to restrain himself, although she knew he was doing
it just barely. She thought that perhaps a hand or blowjob might not be a bad
idea to help him get to sleep so he wasn't exhausted for tomorrow's game.
Before she could make her move, however, she spotted something on the far
corner of his desk. It was a school textbook. It had two video game cases
sitting on top of it, so she could only read the spine. _Early American
Literature._

Her palm had stayed on his chest after she'd playfully hit him and she planted
it there more firmly, rather than sending it southward as she'd intended the
second before.

"Excited about starting school?" she asked him.

Aiden said nothing for a moment, caught completely off guard as school was the
last thing on his mind just then. "I guess," he said.

"Do you have that reading list ready for your English course? And the papers?"

The students continuing in AP English, like Aiden, were supposed to read at
least five 'classics' from a list of 100 provided, over the summer. For four
of the books, they were to turn in 2-page reviews of the novels. For one of
the five, they were to prepare a 5- to 10-page paper analyzing the book in
greater detail.

"Pretty much," he said noncommittally, which his mother read as, "No, haven't
really done shit with that."

She stepped back from him and turned toward the door.

Another look of blank surprise crossed Aiden's face. "You're leaving? Can't
you stay a little longer?"

Aisha put her hand on the doorknob but turned to face him. "Baby, I'm going to
tell you what I told your brother. Our visits don't replace regular life, they
augment it. And when my visits interfere with your regular life, including
your school, sports, or social life, then they have to stop."

"It's just a dumb paper," he whined. She said nothing. "I've read seven books,
not only five and I've finished the four short papers," he declared.

"Good," she smiled. "Let me know when I can read the main paper and I'll be
back. I love you, baby." Then she was gone.

When she slipped through her own bedroom door, she found James lying there
naked and uncovered, slowly stroking his magic black wand.

"All tucked in?" he asked.

"With a life lesson and everything," she replied as she removed her top and
tossed it along with her pajama bottoms toward the closet. The question on his
face was plain to see. "We had a female anatomy lesson and discussion about
sex during menses."

She'd climbed up on the bed while speaking and now James understood why she
was still wearing panties. "And did our boy earn his red wings?"

She reached out and hit his thigh with a fist. "So classy," she said. Then, as
she propped up some pillows and sat alongside her husband, she said, "That
would have been a bit advanced for a summer intern, don't you think?"

"Yeah, you're probably right."

"But not too advanced for a Master Craftsman Pervert," she continued as she
lifted her hips and skinned off her briefs before spreading her legs.

Not being a teenaged summer intern, James needed no further prompting and
quickly put himself on his elbows between her thighs. "Towel?" he asked,
knowing she didn't care if he got menstrual blood on his face, but would
prefer not to have to wash it out of the bedsheets.

She lifted her ass again and laid her panties flat beneath her. "I think this
will be enough."

James took a moment to admire the wonder of creation before him. Even after
all these years, the amazing structure of his wife's sex enchanted and excited
him. He didn't see any blood, but it wouldn't have deterred him. He began
licking. He knew that when Aisha had a period that made her uncomfortable with
intercourse, that he needed to be careful not to overwhelm her sensitized
vulva and clit. So, he undertook his naughty task in an almost leisurely
manner. It was a manner that worked.

Her husband's initial approach was so subtle that Aisha found herself almost
caught by surprise by how comfortably and quickly her passion built. As it
climbed, James became gradually less subtle, until he was diddling her clit
with the tip of his tongue like a flesh and blood vibrator.

"Oohhh!" she wailed when the climax exploded. James tasted only her usual
tangy juices as he drank her in like a man lost in the desert coming across an
oasis.

Before Aisha came all the way down, James popped up onto his knees between her
legs and began pulling hard and fast on his cock.

"Oh, God, yes!" she panted when she saw him. "Do it, do it. Cum all over me,
baby." She pulled her labia wide open.

With her urging, James did just that, spraying his hot seed directly at her
vagina and clit, tagging another shock of pleasure onto the tail of her
receding orgasm.

 **Chapter 70**

The next day, Tuesday, Aiden's team rolled easily through their quarter-final
game, topping their opponent 4-to-1. Aiden got a hit and a walk and scored
both times. He also turned two double-plays and ran down both hard grounders
and pop flies that hoped to become Texas Leaguers.

Mark went 2-for-3 and drove Aiden in for one of his scores. Centerfielder
Terrell Phillips brought Aiden across the second time with a solid double.
Their catcher, Roland _Big Rollie_ Jones scored the other two runs with his
sixth homerun of the season. Katrina came in to pitch the last two innings and
allowed only one hit, while getting two strikeouts.

The coaches didn't want the team to get too happy and have a big celebration
after each win, so the team and their supporters just gathered in the
bleachers after the game to share sodas and snacks.

"Just like Little League," said James as he opened up the cooler of drinks
that he and Aisha had brought.

 _Not quite,_ Aisha was thinking as she looked at Aiden's other star
teammates, Mark and Rollie. Mark was very similar to Aiden in build, although
of course his sun-bleached hair and sun-tanned skin made you think surfer. And
Roland was called Big Rollie because he was 6'4 and 210 pounds. His skin was a
rich black, like her husband's. No 10-year-old Little Leaguers, but young
studs, like her sons.  

"Aisha?" said James.

 _Would it have been better if Mark and Rollie had been recruited to be my
spare lovers? Swinging is bad enough, but incest? Isn't that going too far?_

"Aisha? Do you want something to drink?" asked her husband.

"Hmm? Oh, yeah, sure. A Coke, please," she said distractedly.

Then Aiden joined his pals and she was struck at how good-looking her boy was.
Mark was quite handsome and Rollie was walking power, but Aiden just looked so
edible. _And he is. Oh, so edible. I bet they're all edible._

"Is somebody going to get raped?"

Aisha jumped from the feeling of someone sneaking up behind her and whispering
into her ear. As she spun around to confront the creeper, his actual words
registered.

"Wha-what?"

"You look like you're ready to go over there and tear the clothes off Aiden."

"Uh—"

"Or Mark," continued James. "Or Rollie. Or all three?"

Her eyes went wide and she stared at her husband in embarrassment and fear.
Then she took in his crooked smile and relaxed. A little bit.

"You may have created a monster," she said.

"A monster in thought or in action?"

"The action so far would certainly be called monstrous by some." She looked
into his eyes. "And it's been more than enough. Anything else is just
monstrous thought."

"Good night, baby," Aisha said to Aiden that night as she kissed him on the
cheek and headed upstairs.

"Oh, yeah. Good night, Mom," he replied in a clearly disappointed tone of
voice.

The boy jumped a bit when his dad was suddenly there, slapping him on the
shoulder. "Good night, son. Again, great game. Can't wait to see what happens
Thursday."

"Thanks, Pop. Good night."

Aiden stayed downstairs another half hour to watch Sports Center, hoping his
mother might come back down to celebrate his win with him. Then he went
upstairs, brushed his teeth, and slipped naked into bed, again anticipating a
special visit. After another half hour of waiting, he was really starting to
think she was going to leave him high and dry, even knowing how excited he was
after a great game.

Then his eyes finally registered the stack of books on his desk, off to the
side of his computer. _The fucking paper!_ he thought. She really wouldn't be
back until he finished it.

 **Chapter 71**

A few yards down the hall, on the other side of his parents' bedroom door,
Aisha was crying out. The sounds were muffled, because she was face down in a
bed pillow, but James still reveled at the sound and it drove him over the
final edge as he pounded his cock into her ass and filled her rectum with his
seed.

When he finally began to soften, he pulled out and let her panty with its
liner slip back into place over her menstruating vagina. Then he rolled off
her back and twisted onto his own and lay next to her on the mattress.

She stayed up on her knees a little while, then slowly slid down until she was
flat on her belly. She turned her head to face him, her cheek resting on the
pillow, and put a palm on his chest. She loved the way his heart was still
pounding under her touch.

"I think you've become a bit of a monster too," she said. "You really pounded
my poor ass. You were thinking about those boys giving me a bukkake shower,
weren't you?"

She'd explained that looking at Mark and Rollie had gotten her wondering if
James shouldn't have recruited different spare cocks for her, instead of their
own sons. Her husband had twisted it into a dirty bedtime story of a MILF
being the center of a teenaged bukkake party. And of course, it still featured
her sons, but also their hottest friends.

"Monstrous thoughts," he chuckled.

She shifted over until her head was resting on his chest, with his arm wrapped
around her.

"It's not really fair, is it? I'm sorry about that," she said quietly.

"What do you mean?"

"I get to have monstrous thoughts and monstrous action, but you only get the
thoughts. And they're all about me and other guys."

"Well, I haven't exactly been going without my fair share of your monstrous
action," he said. "Plus, I guess I asked for it when I started all this."

"Somehow, I don't think you thought things were going to go as far as they
have. I mean, it was obviously a very twisted idea, but it was still sweet -
you looking for a way to make me happy. And the irony is, if there had been
any slowdown in your attention to me that led you to recruit Jalen's help,
that's certainly been reversed."

James considered a moment. He was glad they were talking about these things,
but it was always hard to find the right words. "Yeah, it's like excitement
begets excitement. I feel like when we first got together and all I could
think about was making love to you."

"I feel that too and I love it," she said. "It's weird. Sometimes when I know
you want to make love to me, but you have to, um...wait your turn...I feel
bad. But to be honest, other times, that same thing makes me feel extra hot.
I'm sorry, baby—"

James cut her off. "No, you don't have to be sorry for anything. Actually, I
feel the same way. Sometimes when I'm lying here waiting for you to finish
visiting the boys, I do start to feel...jealous, anxious, sad or something.
But then the very next second, I'll be so excited by the idea that I can
hardly keep from jacking off right then. And then of course, when you crawl
into bed with their cum dripping from you..."

"Sometimes I wish you were having some extra action too, instead of just extra
thoughts about your monstrous wife," said Aisha. "I mean, look at that little
shit, Jalen. I've become just another member of his harem."

"Gee, I thought he was a member of your harem," laughed James.

She pinched his nipple and he squealed and gave her ass a swat.

Aisha continued. "Even Aiden is getting some extra action with Katrina."

"You think they're—"

"No, I don't think they've gone all the way yet," said Aisha. "Still just
making out like normal kids. But it's probably going to happen sooner rather
than later. But even if it is just innocent petting, he's still getting that
on top of seriously non-innocent action with me."

"So, you feel bad that all three of you apparently have multiple partners and
I'm limited to only you and even then, not all to myself?"

"Yes, exactly," she said. "Sometimes I do. Baby, I love you so much and I'm
obviously enjoying the hell out of our new wild life, but you know I'll stop
it the second I think it's making you unhappy."

"I know that, my love, and I think having that in the back of my mind all the
time helps me enjoy our _Summer of Love_ with no concerns and no regrets _._ "

She'd shifted again while they spoke and was up on her elbows next to his rib
cage. She squeezed his nipple again, but in a much more playful way. Her mouth
lowered to tongue his other nipple.

James closed his eyes and concentrated on the feelings of her fingers and
mouth on him. Then he said in an off-hand way, "I guess if you want to make
things fairer, you could get Jalen to loan me one of his ladies while he's
spending time with mine."

"A ha!" she crowed as she pulled lightly on his hardened nub. "Here come the
monstrous thoughts about someone other than your wife. That's the dirty old
man I know and love."

Her right hand left his nipple and slid down across his torso. Her mouth
followed, landing butterfly kisses on his chest and taut abdomen.

"What if I told him he had to send one of his harem to be with you if he
wanted me to visit him again? Do you think he'd share?"

"Hell yes," said James. "If that was the price for continuing with you."

"And would you take his offer? Would you fuck one of his little hotties right
here while I was down the hall fucking him?" Her hand had worked its way
through his pubic patch and was encircling his recently discharged weapon.

"Hmm. I kind of like the rule of leaving this bed just to us. I guess I'd have
to take them down to the guest apartment."

"Would you really do it?" Her tone sounded like the idea really interested
her. Even excited her.

"If I had them down in the basement you could watch on the closed-circuit TV.
That would be hot. Knowing you were watching while I made it with one of
them." His cock began to revive with her gentle massaging. "Would you want to
watch, baby or would you rather just think about it and wonder?"

"So, you would do it?"

"Yeah," he said after a moment. "If one of them was into it, it would be fun.
Would you be okay with that? Is it a case of, 'What's good for the goose is
good for the gander'? Or would it freak you out?"

"Freak. Yeah, that's what you'd like, isn't it? Young, tight freaks." His cock
had revived double-time with the exciting new idea and she stroked the entire
length as she filled his ears with filth. "Do you think those young freaks
would suck your cock right out of their asses like I do?" Her mouth dropped
over the swollen head that had most recently been plunging through her
backdoor.

"Super freak, super freak, she's super freaky," James sang in an impression
that would have sounded much more like Rick James if his voice wasn't so tight
with passion.

 **Chapter 72**

Wednesday, Aiden kept haunting his mother's office, but she kept brushing him
off as she attended to conducting online classes or doing related
administrative work. Each time, subtly reminding him that he should be doing
his own schoolwork.

That night, he left his bedroom door cracked so he could hear her moving down
the hall, which she did after most of an hour in his older brother's room. He
rushed to the door and leaned in the frame in the world's worst impression of
nonchalance.

"Hey, Mom," he said in his best approximation of a 'come hither' voice.

She was wearing a silk kimono robe with the belt untied. The robe hung outside
her fantastic breasts, which looked shiny. She was wearing granny briefs,
which indicated she was still on her period and playing it safe with any
bleeding. Aiden wondered if the shine on her chest meant she'd let Jalen fuck
her tits in place of her pussy. He immediately wanted to try it himself.

"Oh, hi, baby," she said, stopping and throwing out one hip in a pose that
gave Jalen hope she'd be up for visiting both sons tonight.

"You're up late," she continued. "Too excited about tomorrow to sleep?"

 _'Tomorrow'?_ Finally, _the baseball game_ broke through his hormone-addled
teenage brain. But before he could come up with any words to let her know that
thoughts of her were what was keeping him up, she stepped up to him, and gave
his cheek a light kiss.

"You really should try to rest," she said softly. "Good night, baby," she
added before turning away and walking down the hall to her room.

He stood there with mouth hanging open, still unable to speak, as the door
closed behind her.

"Mom?" he finally said. Too late. "Can I fuck your tits, too?" His words came
out as weak as his spirit felt.

He went into his own bedroom, shed the gym shorts and tank top he'd been
wearing, and climbed into bed. For another half hour he played with himself,
trying to think his way through to an orgasm, but he just couldn't stay
focused. Every time he expected his fantasy mommy to say something
provocative, instead, she'd ask him how his AP English assignment was going.
He finally gave it up and laid on his side until he drifted into fitful sleep.

 **Chapter 73**

The lack of sleep and the pent-up passions took a slight edge off of Aiden's
performance in Thursday evening's semi-final game, but not enough to draw
suspicion. His defense was still solid, and he had one hit, a double. But he
was left stranded.

Fortunately, Kat pitched four scoreless innings and scored herself from first
when Rollie drove a line-drive double to the warning track. Mark got another
RBI when he drove in their leftfielder from third with a deep sacrifice fly
that almost made it over the fence. And just like that, the Golden Dragons
were in the Summer League Final with a 2-1 victory.

His mother gave him a wonderfully wrong kiss of celebration in the parking lot
before she and his father left for home, leaving him behind to hang out with
his friends. "Sure hope we can celebrate together more soon," she'd whispered
into his ear before breaking away and slipping into the passenger seat. He
realized automatically that she wasn't talking about whether they would win
Saturday's championship game, but whether he would have cleared himself of her
academic boycott.

To make things worse, an aunt and uncle of Katrina's had come to town with
their kids, her cousins, to cheer her on to the final and there was no chance
of Aiden following up his mother's hot kiss with any smooches from his
fledgling girlfriend.

All that led to another frustrating solo night for Aiden. He called up some
incest porn on his computer, but only managed a half-assed orgasm as he kept
hoping his own mom would walk through the door.

However, his mom was busy down the hall in her own bed. Like on Tuesday, Aisha
was once again on elbows and knees as her husband took her from behind. This
time, however, he was in her pussy, not her ass, and her face was not shoved
down into a pillow.

"Say her name!" she demanded as she pushed her round ass back against James's
thrusts.

"Oh, fuck, Aisha," he barked. "You are so fucking hot!"

"HER name, goddamn it! Say _her_ name. Slam _her_ big ass."

James drove himself all the way into her and clutched her hips, keeping her in
place as he ground his groin against her full, soft ass.

"You love this, don't you...Chandra? Love getting your big ass slammed."

"Oh, God, yes! You know I do."

"Look how it jiggles. Look how it bounces when I fuck it hard." James slammed
into the two round pillows and did indeed love how they bounced but imagined
them shaking even more. Bigger, darker, and shaking even more.

"Unh. Unh. Yes. Yes. Pound it."

As he thrust in his deep, hard rhythm, James suddenly let loose with two slaps
to the right cheek and one to the left.

"Oh, God!" she screamed. "Yes, slap my nasty ass. You know that's why I wear
those Hoochie Mama shorts. So you won't be able to think about anything except
my big ass. Won't be able to think about anything but pounding and slapping my
big, black ass."

He pulled back until only the head of his cock remained gripped inside her
hot, wet fuck-hole. A big palm smacked her left cheek, the other copied it on
the right. Another on the left. Two more on the right before he shoved every
hard inch back to her womb.

She was whimpering, on the verge of crying, and on the verge of a massive
orgasm if only he'd keep on hurting her.

He pulled back again and hit her twice more on the right, then twice on the
left. Her beautiful café au lait skin was glowing red and he thrust his black
rod to the bottom again. Then he pulled back, slapped, thrust. Pulled back,
slapped, pounded. Pulled back, slapped, slammed. And then the tears and orgasm
were flooding out of her, wetting the cheeks of her face and drenching the
insides of her thighs.

When he felt the clutch of her cunt and the tremors in her legs, he gripped
her hips and drove himself once more to her full depths, which he proceeded to
fill with a cauldron of hot spunk.

"Was I that obvious?" he asked as they cuddled after the wonderful tandem
orgasms.

"She was the obvious one," Aisha replied. "I was wishing I had a cock so I
could bend her over and fuck her right there in the bleachers." They were
talking about Chandra Phillips, who apparently was another member of Jalen's
harem.

She was the older sister of one of Aiden's teammates, the center fielder,
Terrell, so it was completely normal for her to be at the game to cheer on her
brother. But instead of sitting with her family like usual, she'd sat with the
Sewards, hip-to-hip with Jalen.

The dark-skinned hottie had been wearing short shorts that framed her generous
booty in rap video dimensions. James had thought they should ask her to sit by
the visiting team's dugout to distract their players. Instead, he'd had to
fight himself the whole time not to sneak looks. His wife had caught him
peeking more than once.

"I know it's bullshit to slut shame a woman for how she dresses," said Aisha.
"But for God's sake."

James heard his wife' words now, but he remembered more vividly her words from
just minutes before. "If you did have a cock," he said, "I bet you'd fuck her
damned hard. But for now, when you tell Jalen to send her to me, I want you to
come with her."

He popped up onto his knees, gripped his wife's hips and made her roll over
onto her tummy. He shimmied down between her legs, spreading them so he could
lie on his own belly between her thighs.

"And why should I come with her?" she asked over her shoulder.

"So you can do this." He grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them apart. "You're
going to hold those fat glutes apart so I can get to her." His face dove into
her gaping pussy, where his stiff tongue pulled lady- and man-juice up into
the crack of her ass. Once it was wet, he began drilling his tongue into her
anus until he had her relaxed enough to receive his Viagra-aided cock and
start working their way toward another shared orgasm.

 **Chapter 74**

Late Friday morning, James had departed for work and Aisha and Aiden were
dawdling over their breakfast things before she had to get ready for her first
online meeting of the day. Neither was sure about Jalen's whereabouts.

"So, what's up with your brother and these girls of his?" asked Aisha. "For a
while he seemed to be skipping your games to avoid running into Judy and
Chandra at the same time, but on Tuesday he was clearly hanging out with Judy,
even though Chandra was there cheering on Terrell. Then yesterday, Chandra
actually sat down with us. When Judy arrived around halfway through the game,
I was afraid there was going to be a catfight, but she just smiled and waved
at us before going to sit with her folks."

Aiden took a slow sip of orange juice, clearly thinking about what to say, if
anything.

"I don't really know a whole lot," he finally offered. "And honestly, I'd feel
better if you asked him." He drew his shoulders up to his ears with an
embarrassed look on his face. He didn't want to upset his mother, but he also
didn't want to rat out his brother after getting an earful from Jalen for his
teasing comments about Judy back on Sunday.

"Hmm. You don't want to talk about his girlfriends, I respect that. But am I
to believe that you two don't talk about me? Are you that circumspect?"

"Actually, we don't," Aiden replied with confidence. "I mean, one might tease
the other if he saw you going in for a visit, but we never go into details."
When his mother's eyebrows went up skeptically, the teen continued. He spoke
pensively, as if he was considering this for the first time. "I haven't really
thought about it, and we certainly haven't spoken about it, but even though
it's no secret what's going on, I think we both like keeping our time with you
to ourselves."

Aisha smiled; she liked that answer, it was very sweet. Then she had to laugh
at herself, at the absurdity of her boys treating their incestuous slut of a
mother with sweet chivalry.

Her chuckle made Aiden tilt his head and raise his own eyebrows in question.

She responded to the look with, "And what about when you wanted to watch me
and Jalen via camera? That's hardly trying to keep things private."

"Weelll," Aiden drawled, "I guess that's the exception that proves the rule."
Then he grinned the wicked grin he'd obviously learned from his mother.
"Besides, going down to the basement, and turning on the cameras last week was
your idea, wasn't it? I think you like being watched. Mommy."

"And do you like watching mommy?" she purred. "Would you like to watch me more
with your brother. And your father?"  

His eyes locked on hers and his face and voice took on the more mature tone
that had been developing over the summer as his experience and confidence had
grown. "You know you're a different woman with each of us, don't you?"

Now it was time for her head to tilt in question.

You're more submissive with Jalen and more dominant with me. And with Dad it's
a bit of both; I guess you're just more comfortable with each other after all
this time. "Do you make love to all three of us differently like that?"

Aisha felt a pulse from her belly to her crotch as she took in his plain-
spoken words. She'd gotten up to refill her coffee cup when they'd started
this conversation and now stood on the other side of the kitchen island, while
he remained seated at the breakfast nook. She used the structure for cover as
her right hand slipped casually between the edges of her robe and under the
waistband of her panties.

"You're right, I do feel different with each of you; I hadn't realized." Her
middle finger gently parted her outer lips and found beads of nectar waiting
to ease her way inside. "And you'd like to watch all my different ways?"

"I'd like to try all your different ways. It's really hot to see the way you
react to Jalen being bossy. I think you like being told what to do after
holding your students' hands all day."

As Aiden spoke, he relaxed back in his chair and spread his legs. Because of
the table, his mother could only see the lower half of his right leg. But she
could clearly tell that his hand had slid down into his crotch, just as hers
had. She raised her coffee cup to her lips and took a shaky sip, both to
center her racing mind and to keep him distracted from what her other hand was
doing.

She pulled her finger out of her twat and moved the lubricated tip to her
clit, which was already hardening and swelling. _Order me. Order me to crawl
over to you on hands and knees and suck your young cock._ She sent out her
desires in her strongest possible mental waves and saw Aiden's mouth opening
to issue the humiliating command to his mother when a sound from behind her
made her jump.

Aisha nearly dropped her cup as she spun and faced the door to the garage
entrance, expecting to see James coming back for something he'd left behind.
Then she realized the noise was just an alarm on her phone, which sat in its
charging cradle on the counter.

"Fuck!" she hissed.

"Ignore it," said Aiden.

"Oh, baby, I wish I could," she said as she stepped over to the phone and hit
snooze on the alarm. She knew turning it off in her current condition was a
bad idea. She turned to face her youngest. "I really wish I could. But it's a
Zoom with my department head and I can't miss it." She put down the coffee cup
and carried her phone back over to the island.

The beautiful boy slid sideways to get out from behind the table and rose to
his feet. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the tent pole rising in the
middle of his running shorts. A dark spot showed clearly through the thin,
grey material. Pre-cum. Pre-cum she really wanted to taste. She groaned
quietly without realizing it.

"Well, I guess I'd better get on to my own schoolwork," he said in a mock-
resigned voice. Then, without warning, he grabbed the elastic waistband and
pulled it over his cock and down below his balls. His brown shaft was about
3/4 hard and immediately went to full length when he gripped it in his strong
hand. "Just need to clear my mind first, then I'll hit the books." His voice
was definitely taunting her as he slowly stroked himself.

Her eyes were frozen to the glistening tip and she took her own sideways step
to begin coming around so she could get it in her mouth. Fortunately, clearing
the kitchen island slowed her down just enough to allow the rest of his words
to break through.

" _My own schoolwork_ ," he'd said. She'd completely forgotten he was on a
mommy-sex embargo until he finished his school project. She grabbed the edges
of the island to prevent her feet from taking her any closer to the little
cunt tease.

Aiden could see the strain in her knuckles where it gripped the granite.
_She's hypnotized,_ he thought, _she's going to come_. Then he remembered the
thought that had banged around his skull just moments before. _Order her to
come over here, the way Jalen would._ He'd been just about to do that when her
phone had gone off. He opened his mouth to do it now.

For the second time, Aisha was saved by the bell as her alarm came out of
snooze and reminded her once again that she didn't have very much time to get
herself presentable for a meeting with the person who decided on her annual
work contracts. She snoozed it again, raised her eyes from the beautiful young
cock to her son's glinting eyes, and said, "Right. Off to work we go. See you
later, baby." Then she stepped out smartly, giving him a wide berth so there'd
be no chance of body contact to break her will, and skipped upstairs to get
dressed.

"Damn," whispered Aiden, who for the second time in a week was left standing
in the kitchen with his dick in his hand. This time, however, he couldn't just
let it go. He was in the act of pulling his shorts back up to his waist so he
could go up to his room to stroke one out, when something caught his eye. He
walked over and stared at the object as an idea took hold. A twisted idea he
thought his mother would appreciate, one way or the other.

Aisha zipped back into the kitchen to grab some coffee to take into her
office. She picked up her half full cup from the counter and it still felt
warm. She took it over to the machine to top off, but when she looked inside
it, she saw what looked like curdled milk floating at the top. She turned
toward the sink to dump it but froze halfway. She hadn't put in any milk, had
she? She usually took her first cup of the day black. She looked at the
suspicious cream more carefully and passed the cup under her nose. A grin grew
across her face and she looked left at the sink, then right at the coffee
machine; considering.

 **Chapter 75**

Around 4:45 that Friday afternoon, Aisha came out of her office for the final
time after completing her notes on her last student meeting of the day. Her
back and shoulders were tight from working on the keyboard all day and her
butt and legs felt stiff. _Really need to go ahead and get that standing
desk,_ she thought as she did some slow stretches. Right now, however, a run
was what she needed, so she headed upstairs and put on her track togs. Back
down in the kitchen, she drank a glass of water and filled a bottle with more
to carry with her. Then she was out the door and on the road.

While her body definitely needed the exercise, long, slow runs like this were
also her preferred way to decompress mentally and think through whatever
needed thinking through. Not surprisingly, after she'd cleared her mind of
work stuff, the majority of her run was taken up by internally debating her
undeniably fucked up family situation.

 _\- Fucked up? It's been incredible._

\- You know it's fucked up. You're screwing three men at once and two of them
are your sons! And one of those was a virgin before you sucked him into your
perverted game.

 _\- But everyone's doing fine. Hell, they're doing great. Both sons have also
picked up new girlfriends their own age since we started, so it hasn't stopped
them living their own lives. And my husband is fucking me more, and better,
than he has for the past couple of years._

\- Yes, and who can you tell about it? Who can you share your summer flings
with who wouldn't look at you aghast? You'd probably lose your job if anyone
found out. Maybe even jail?

 _\- Jail!? But we're all adults; there's been no coercion or manipulation._

\- I don't know what the statutes say about incest, about how or if the age of
the participants matters. But just look at the optics. You can say the boys
are both adults, but one is still a high school student and the other just
graduated.

 _\- So, you're saying it's wrong and I should stop._

\- Yes, I am.

1\. It's incest, which means an inherent power imbalance.

2\. You have to keep it hidden, which should be all the proof you need that
it's fucked up.

3\. How long can you really keep up all the wild sex before it gets out of
hand and

a. Your husband feels cuckolded?

b. One of your boys tries to force some teenage girl to do the things you do,
because, hey, aren't all women wild sluts like his mother? Or

c. You become some free-use fuck-toy who's expected to stay naked and ready to
fuck at all times?

 _\- Shit! I hate it when you're right. Okay, the summer's ending, so I'll
call a halt to it and say it was just a vacation from sanity, but now we're
going back to normal._

With the decision made to end the madness, Aisha just had to figure out how
and when to break the news to everyone. She decided to wait at least until
after Aiden's championship game on Saturday; she didn't want to be the cause
of him being so distracted that he played badly, as had happened briefly back
at the start of their new relationship. She figured she'd talk to James about
it Saturday night and together they could tell the boys on Sunday.

She went around to the back of the garage and entered through the pedestrian
door she'd unlocked before leaving on her run. In the laundry room that
connected the garage to the kitchen, she took off her shoes and socks, slipped
on some flip-flops, and grabbed a papertowel to wipe the sweat from her face.
She opened the connecting door, expecting to head straight up to her bathroom
for a shower. She was so focused on that and on ending the family's perverted
summer that she literally jumped and yelped when she heard a voice not five
feet away.

"Hey, Mom, welcome back. Have a good run?

"Oh, crap! I'm sorry," the voice added when she jumped.

It was Aiden. When her eyes could focus, she saw him standing next to the
counter. A carton of orange juice and two full juice glasses sat on the
counter beside him. He picked one up and held it out to her.

"I saw you coming down the street through the window and figured you'd be
ready for this." He sounded very sheepish and apologetic.

"What is it with you boys?" she sputtered out of reflex. Then she laughed.
"Damn, you got me good, baby." She walked over and took the glass from his
hand. "But you're right, OJ is just what I need." She drank off half the
glass. Then she kissed his cheek. "You are so sweet."

She stepped back and over until she was able to lean against the kitchen
island. As she sipped more slowly on her drink, she took in that the juice
carton and glasses weren't the only things Aiden had put on the counters since
she'd left the house. There were some baking dishes, a few big yams on a
cutting board, and four thick pork chops apparently sitting in a marinade.

"What's all this?" she asked.

"Dinner," answered her son. "It struck me that you've been doing almost all
the cooking all summer, even though you're still teaching classes, while Jalen
and I have had plenty of free time. I thought I'd go ahead and see if I could
pull off one of the simple dinners you taught me. Baked pork chops and sweet
potatoes, with peas and carrots and a romaine salad."

Both boys had spent time helping and learning in the kitchen when they were
younger, although Aiden had lasted longer before drifting off to other
interests.

"Wow! I'll say it again, you are so, so sweet. Thank you, baby."

Then she looked at him through narrowed eyes. "You're not just trying to
butter me up, are you?"

He gave a slight grin. "Well, there is one thing." She looked at him
skeptically. "I was hoping that if I made dinner, you would have enough free
time to read a paper for me."

Her eyes went wide, and he grinned more broadly, he'd really caught her off-
guard.

"Read a paper?"

Aiden nodded over to the breakfast table. Aisha turned to look and saw sheets
of white printer paper, covered in black words, bound in a clear plastic
report cover.

"You finished it," she said happily.

"I think so," he replied. "But I'll wait for your feedback before saying so."

Aisha stepped back over to her son and kissed his cheek again. "I'll read it
right after my shower," she said. Then she kissed him on the lips, warmly.
"I'm sure I'm going to enjoy it."

Aiden's cock jumped in hope.

Mrs. Seward drained her glass, put it in the sink and headed upstairs.

Her youngest son turned back to his meal prep.

 **Chapter 76**

Forty minutes later, the pork chops and sweet potatoes were going into the
pre-heated oven, the peas and carrots were sitting in a saucepan, waiting to
be heated up while the pork chops rested, and all the elements of the salad
were cut and ready to be tossed together with a raspberry vinegarette just
before serving.

And Aisha sat in the breakfast nook, sipping on a glass of white wine, and
nodding and smiling as she read Aiden's exploration of the ribald 18th Century
novel, _The History of Tom Jones, a Foundling_ by Henry Fielding. The way she
sometimes laughed out loud made him glad he'd thrown out his half-finished
paper on George Orwell's _1984_ in favor of a book much more in tune with
their new family situation.

"Oh, Aiden," she cried when she finished. "This is so good; you're definitely
going to get an 'A'. And doesn't it feel good to have it done, so it's not
hanging over you?" Her voice dropped. "Interfering with other things you'd
rather be doing before summer ends?"

"Thanks, Mom, I'm glad you like it," said Aiden. "And yes, I am glad it's
finished and ready to go. You were right, I was letting it lie and would have
ended up rushing through something just to get it turned in on time.

"You obviously understand I've been a bit distracted this summer." His voice
was wry, but his eyes smoldered as they bore into hers. "You know, making it
into the playoffs, meeting Katrina, and discovering life like Tom Jones does."

Aisha laughed, almost giggled, and took a long sip of wine.

Aiden continued. "But you're right, I'm 18 now, looking ahead to college, and
I can't get lost in one thing and ignore everything else. Now, that one thing
may indeed be the most pleasurable, most thrilling, most engrossing thing in
my life, but it can never truly be the only thing in my life, so I have to
keep my act together."

Just an hour earlier, Aisha had been certain that the family's voyage into
multiple partners, voyeurism, and exhibitionism, all under the umbrella of
incest, had been undermining her sons' characters, foci, and futures. But
Jalen had rebutted those concerns with his strong performance on his computer
certifications and now Aiden had done the same with his clear declaration of
understanding and commitment to balance and priorities. She'd been right to
question her and James's decisions and behavior, but now she felt certain her
boys could handle it. A feeling of relief coursed through her body, followed
immediately by some other, less innocent, feelings.

"You make some really interesting observations in your paper," she said to
Aiden. "I'd like to talk to you about it some more. Maybe we can get together
and do that tonight?"

"Yeah," he smiled. "I'd like that very much."

Mother and son both started thinking that maybe they'd start their _literary
discussion_ right now instead of waiting for tonight, when they heard the
light rumble of the garage door going up. Pops was home. The incestuous cougar
and her willing prey gave each other quick glances of frustration, but then
smiled; tonight would be soon enough. The need to wait was confirmed when just
moments after James stepped into the kitchen, they all heard the front door
open. Jalen, who parked his new truck on the street in front of the house, was
also home.

Jalen teased his kid brother a bit about trying to be Teacher's Pet by cooking
dinner, but in the end, all three of the other Sewards sincerely complimented
Aiden for the meal he'd made them. The pork chops were cooked perfectly, and
the marinade was really tasty.

As they ate and shared how they'd spent their days, James said, "So, I've got
some really good news from work. For Jalen." Everyone stopped eating to
listen. "They got the formal notifications about your test scores and all the
chiefs of the different sections where you interned over the summer got
together with the HR chief and they decided to offer you a permanent
position."

"Oh, baby, that's great! I'm so proud of you," Aisha said to her eldest.

"You got out-voted, huh, Dad?" teased Aiden.

"Actually," responded James. "I didn't get a vote."

"What? Why not?" asked Aiden. "Don't all those section chiefs work for you?"

"Yes. But Jalen is family; it would hardly be fair for me to influence
everyone else's vote or even appear to. So, when they discussed this summer's
interns and decided which, if any, should be offered a job, I stayed out of
the room.

"Of course, everyone's happy you're going for a degree in the field and
realize that you'll be busy with college, so they're offering you either part-
time or full-time, your choice. And if you go for part-time, you can still
work full-time over next summer break if you want."

"Wow," said Jalen. "You know, I never seriously considered if the internship
would lead to a job. I was just concentrating on earning those college
credits. And I sure didn't think a part-time gig was even possible. Thanks,
Pops."

"Thank yourself," said James. "You're the one who impressed everybody with
both your work ethic and how quick you caught on to all the different sections
and their tasks."

"Someone else also did some impressive work today," said Aisha. "I love having
two such bright boys."

James paused a second before asking for details. As far as he knew, the only
things Aiden had been doing this summer were playing baseball and fucking his
mother. Not exactly on par with acing two difficult skill exams. "Really?" he
said to his wife, while looking over at his younger son. "What was that?"

"He wrapped up his AP English summer writing assignment and did it in such a
clever way, that I'm sure he'll be starting his senior year with an A-plus."

"What? That's great. I'd almost forgotten about that. What book did you end up
writing about?"

" _Tom Jones_ ," answered Aiden.

"Tom Jones?" said Jalen. "Now, I know they gave Bob Dylan a Nobel Prize in
Literature, but Tom Jones? Are you really comparing, _What's New, Pussycat?_
to _Blowin' in the Wind_?"

"Not that Tom Jones, musclehead," said Aiden. " _The History of Tom Jones, a
Foundling_ , by Henry Fielding. From 1749."

"1749. That's like, Shakespeare's time, isn't it?" said Jalen.

Aiden groaned and let his head fall forward until his forehead bumped on the
table.

Jalen threw a happy grin at his father. James had thought Jalen was taking the
piss with Aiden and was relieved and amused to find it was true. Although, to
be honest, it had taken him a moment to recall that Shakespeare had been
writing 150 years before Fielding.

Three hours later, the surprisingly erudite Jalen was out with friends for
their last Friday night before starting college. Aiden headed upstairs,
theoretically to get to bed early so he'd be plenty rested for tomorrow's
championship game. But soon after, Aisha got to her feet in the living room.

"Getting a drink?" asked James, who thought they were going to watch an
episode or two of _Manifest_ on Netflix.

"Actually, I'm heading upstairs," she said. When James started to get up as
well, she said, "No, you should stay here and read this." She handed him the
plastic-jacketed report. _The History of Tom Jones, a Foundling_ , he read on
the top sheet.  

"Isn't this book about a young guy who goes from bed to bed, often with
married women?"

"It's a classic satire that lampoons the hypocrisy of people preaching
sanctimonious purity, while trying to cover up their own natural appetites."

"Well, I'm glad we don't have any such hypocrisy in this family," James
replied wryly.

Aisha stepped over and bent down to kissing distance. "Me too. Thank you for
sharing your appetites, introducing me to my own, and not forcing any cover
ups." She kissed him passionately, then broke it off to go upstairs and fuck
their son, while James read a high school English paper.

 **Chapter 77**

Upstairs, Aisha tapped on Aiden's door, but didn't wait for an answer before
entering. She found him in bed, propped up against the headboard. He was
naked. Or at least shirtless. Since he had the top sheet pulled up to his
waist, she really couldn't tell. But she could hope. She stepped closer.

"I'm really glad to see you," he said, with a big smile.

It was such a friendly, inviting smile, she thought. And even after all the
madness of this summer, he was still such a sweet, kind boy. _My son's a hell
of a catch,_ she thought, not for the first time.

Aisha stopped just shy of his bed and began undoing the buttons on the
shoulder straps of her sleeveless shift. She wore neither blouse nor bra
beneath it and had been teasing the men with side boob all evening.

"And I'm glad I still get to visit you," she said. "Did I mention how pleased
I am that you've been able to keep your focus on what needs doing, despite how
_interesting_ this summer has become?" She cupped her heavy breasts, and
lifted them up and out, as if offering him fresh melons at a luau.

Aiden said nothing, just stared and salivated.

"I was getting worried," Aisha continued. "Worried that our new relationship
was messing you up and that we'd have to stop. But am I right in thinking that
you've come to _grips_ with things?" She paused to let him enjoy the visual
pun of her gripping her big tits hard. "That you understand why we've had the
rules we've had and how important it is to not allow our passions to derail
the rests of our lives?"

The hot mother moved closer as she spoke and stood now with her thighs pressed
against the side of Aiden's mattress as she pulled outwards on her thick
nipples. "Am I right in thinking that?" she repeated.

"Yes," he choked out.

"I'm so glad. We can't let our passions rule us all the time." She twisted the
large, brown nubs. "But then again, it is good to let them free sometimes. Do
you want to see one of my rare passions? One that only comes out
occasionally?"

He couldn't even choke out an answer this time, so he nodded.

She hefted her left breast up in her left hand and then suddenly her right
hand came swinging down and smacked the top with the flats of her extended
fingers. The movement had been so fast, so surprising, that he wasn't sure
what he'd really seen. But there was no mistaking that sound. Especially when
it came again, twice in quick succession. Then she had her left forearm under
her udders and was lifting both of them up, while her right hand scattered
slaps across both tits. Some harder, some lighter. On the tops, on the
sides...on the nipples.

"Oh, fuck," he groaned, and she could see a tent growing under the bedsheet.

"Show me!" she commanded while staring at his crotch.

He gripped the sheet on either side of his hips and tossed it toward the foot
of his bed. It hung up on his feet, but he quickly kicked them free. He was
naked and his caramel love stick was pointing up at his face and hovering just
above his sparse pubes.

Aisha undid the buttons at her waist and pushed the dress and her panties to
the floor before getting up onto the bed and kneeling alongside her son's
waist. Once again she took firm hold of her large mams and squeezed and
kneaded them over her son.

"Your paper is so good, baby, I feel like maybe I was too tough on you." She
dropped her left tit and reached down for his hard staff. "Did I tease you,
baby? Tease you and leave you hanging? Was I a bad mommy?"

Aiden had to fight to get actual words past the lump in his throat. "It did
feel like you were treating me like a little kid, when I'm an adult now."

She gripped his manhood tighter and gave it some short strokes. "Oh, yes you
are," she moaned. "Very adult." She gave him a few more strokes, then released
his cock and returned her hand to her breast.

"How about we even things up a bit? Since I disciplined you like a child, why
don't you do the same to me?"

"Do bad mommies get spanked?" croaked the shell-shocked teen.

"I think it's only fair," she said, nearly whining with her desire.

Aiden laid a fast, albeit relatively light slap on the top of his mother's
right breast, then her left.

Aisha gasped but still she held her mams out from her chest.

Four quick, stinging blows hit the sides, as well as the tops. When the woman
separated her large pillows, he also struck their insides.

"Sometimes a woman deserves punishment." She squeezed her tits behind the
areolae, so her nipples bulged outwards.

The sight was intoxicating, but with no experience, Aiden worried and
restrained himself. He brought his hands down one after the other, crisscross,
with three fingers of his right hand striking her right nipple and three
fingers of his left glancing lightly across the left nipple.

"A woman who seduces her own son?" Aisha panted. "Surely she deserves even
harsher punishment." She continued to force the tips of her breasts outward.

Aiden struck again, but harder. She sucked in breath, but still did not remove
her nipples from the line of fire. Right, left, right, left, the louder sound
giving proof of the harder strikes.

"Oh, yes!" she gasped before biting her lower lip.

Her pleasure was obvious in both her voice and in the way she continued to
hold out her nipples for more. His excitement was obvious in the way his
young, black cock was straining against his belly. But now it was time for him
to put that straining cock to use in helping to punish the big, soft boobs.

He put his hands flat on the mattress and levered himself up until he could
reach the abused nuggets of flesh with his lips and tongue. Once he locked
onto one nipple with his mouth, he maneuvered his body around until he was
also on his knees, facing his mother. He pulled the nipple away from her
breast with his teeth, drawing a whine. He let it go as he sat up higher on
his knees, and then his hands replaced hers on her tits.

Aisha's eyes had been clenched in passion, now they opened and looked at him.
She looked absolutely in love. Then she looked in complete lust when her son
crushed her breasts in his strong hands and used them to guide her down onto
her back.

Aiden released his mom's tits and opened the drawer on his nightstand, which
had begun collecting an entirely new set of contents since he'd begun his
summer internship. He pulled out a bottle of edible lube. After straddling his
mother's torso, the boy looked down at the restrained woman with a happy
smile. Then he rained another barrage of blows on her breasts. Hard slaps on
the tops and sides of the mounds were matched with lighter fingertip blows on
the areolae and nipples from the tops, sides, and bottoms.

Aisha's head rolled side to side on the mattress as she cried out in her
twisted joy. Then she gasped when the deliciously sharp pains were replaced by
the cold of liquid being squeezed onto her sizzling hot breasts.

Dropping the lube bottle to the side, Aiden slid forward and pressed his
throbbing cock down into his mother's cleavage and began living out another
fantasy. "Squeeze them," he grunted.

Before Aisha obeyed her son's order, she first folded a pillow in half and
jammed it under her head so she could more easily watch her baby boy fuck the
tits he used to nurse from. Then she happily did as she was told and trapped
the beautiful penis tightly between her 38's, while trapping her nipples
tightly between her fingertips.

Aiden began stroking. The feeling was amazing, but the visuals maybe even more
so. Especially when his mother stuck her tongue out so she could lash his
cockhead at the top of each stroke. Between it all, and the long stretch since
he'd last been with his mother, Aiden just went for it and fucked the big,
beautiful tits for all he was worth.

"Oh, God, yes!" the incest queen cried out. "Right here, baby. Right here."
She craned her neck forward even more and opened her mouth. Aiden filled it.

When Aiden rolled off Aisha and lay flat on his back alongside his mother, she
went into motion. She popped up onto her knees, swung her right thigh above
and across his face to the other side of his head, and sat her pussy right on
his mouth. Leaning down, she swallowed his softening cock whole.

Cunnilingus had quickly become one of Aiden's favorite things to do with his
mother. Especially when she was as wet as she was right then. He concentrated
on everything she had taught him, especially about staying tuned to her
reactions so he could get her to a great orgasm like she'd just given him.
Relishing the tastes and textures of his mother's glorious pussy, he nibbled
on the labia, thrust his tongue as deep as he could into her vagina, and
massaged her wrinkled brown star with his nose.

Soon, however, he had to abandon technique because the horny MILF sat up on
his face and simply began grinding. Aiden locked his head in place and stuck
his tongue up like a rose-colored stalagmite. Aisha found it and focused her
whole being on that point of contact between her clit and the wonderful piece
of soft, stiff flesh. When she came, she gushed and Aiden simply held his
breath, not wanting to break the spell by changing the position of his tongue
or lips. When his mother finally slid her clit forward, Aiden snuck in a deep
breath and began slurping and swallowing for all he was worth.

 **Chapter 78**

Aisha paused after opening Aiden's bedroom door and turned back toward her
son, who lay on his left side facing her. His beautiful, lean body was on full
display, with his recently emptied cock hanging limply, but proudly on his
left thigh. His head was cradled in his left arm with his pillow as he looked
at her, but the call of the sleep of the sated was pulling his eyelids down.

The degenerate mother smiled, blew him a kiss, and said, "Goodnight, baby,"
before stepping backward into the hall and quietly closing the door. Her body
position caused her head to glance down the hall toward the staircase and she
found herself locking eyes with her other son, whose head was just clearing
the landing.

Her grip tightened on the doorknob, and she saw Jalen go stiff, also clearly
caught off guard. But both creepers quickly recovered and shared wicked
smiles; each was caught, but neither was embarrassed by it. Aisha released the
doorknob and took a few steps across the hall until she stood in front of
Jalen's door. The tall, well-muscled stud came up the last remaining steps and
glided silently down the hall until he stood two feet away from his mother.

"I guess Aiden's out of the doghouse, then," he said quietly.

"Yes," Aisha purred. "He understood the error of his ways and corrected them.
I am so happy my boys are able to keep their eyes on the prize."

She stood there naked, clutching some sort of clothing in one hand, but not
bothering to use it to cover herself. Even in the dim light in the hallway,
her abundant cleavage, firm torso, trim bush, and powerful thighs were clearly
visible.

"And a hell of a prize it is," he half-moaned.

"But not the only prize you've been seeking," she replied with an arched
eyebrow. She took a strong stance, legs spread apart and planted, back
straight and shoulders pulled back so that her recently abused mammaries
thrust forward from the strong ribcage. "If I dropped to my knees and took
your beautiful cock in my mouth, whose pussy would I taste?"

Jalen finally lifted his gaze from its blatant roaming up and down her body
and looked into her glinting eyes. He smiled. "Is that a double trick
question?" he asked. Her eyebrow arched again. "First, you try to trick me
into sharing a woman's name to see if I I'll break the rules against kissing
and telling. Then you try to trick me into admitting to not using a condom,
because of course, IF I've been with anyone, you shouldn't be able to taste
her on me if I wore proper protection."

Aisha closed the gap between them by going to her knees between his feet.
Dropping her bundled dress, she undid his shorts and pushed them and his
briefs down to the floor. She cupped his balls in her left hand and his cock
in her right and hefted them appraisingly. "Emptied," she murmured. She took
his dangling manhood into her mouth. After a few moments it stirred, but it
didn't leap right to life like usual. "Recently," she added. "And washed." She
almost sounded disappointed at the last.

"If I'd known you'd be here to meet me, I would have secured the condom to my
dick with a rubber band," said Jalen dryly. "Then you could not only suck me
clean, but you could also drink my spunk from the rubber."

His comment had been meant as shocking humor, but it made Aisha's body
tremble. She'd just licked Aiden clean and now her mind easily pictured her
other son peeling off a used condom and squeezing the contents into her open
mouth. It would be humiliating in the best possible way. She sucked him with
more vigor, and he began to respond.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Jalen asked with sudden awareness. "Shall I
do that for you mother? Shall I bring home my cum-filled rubbers for you to
drink?"

She tugged harder on his balls and ground her lips against his pelvis, able to
take all of him in while he was still semi-soft.

Jalen slowly rotated as he took half a step back so he could lean against the
hallway wall. His cock-drunk mother followed automatically on her knees.

"You know what would be even better?" he said while stroking her hair. "For
you to be there, so you could get my cum while it was still warm and fresh."
He heard a strangled whine from his mother; a whine he'd come to equate with
her growing excitement.

"You would be just like this, kneeling on the floor beside the bed, beside our
hips as I pounded that tight, young pussy. While your own pussy was filled
with your fingers or a toy."

Aisha got the subliminal command and released his balls to free that hand to
start penetrating herself with her fingers. Her other hand stroked the lower
section of his now hard, spit-covered cock.

"And every time I looked down at our sexes coming together, I'd see your
beautiful face, staring. Thrilling to the show, but hungry for the finish.
Hungry for me to fill my glove with hot seed. And when I finished spurting,
when that young girl had drawn out every last drop, I'd pull slowly out, while
you held the rubber tight against my shaft."

The noises coming from Aisha were more desperate. She moved the hand that had
been stroking him down to her clit and thrust her face tight against him. He
knew what she wanted. The sucking was over, it was time for fucking. He
grabbed the sides of her head, held it still and began thrusting into her
mouth, into her throat.

"You're on your knees," he breathed out, returning to his story. "Your mouth
is open, like a baby bird, begging me to feed you. But I'm not the one to do
it. The girl moves to her knees alongside of me and she peels the rubber off
of me."

Jalen's breathing was now as fast and ragged as Aisha's, his face-fucking more
brutal, only pulling back for her to breathe after strong gags.

The boy-man's strangled voice continued with his story. "And then she's
turning it up, placing the open end just inside your mouth. She squeezes it
from the end, like a toothpaste tube and sends my warm seed oozing over your
tongue. And you swallow, you swallow, you swallow..."

His first spurt hit the back of her throat and the reliable trigger fired off
her own orgasm. He quickly took his right hand off her head, pulled his cock
halfway out of her mouth, and stroked the root frantically to give her
whatever cum his overworked balls had been able to manufacture in the thirty
minutes since they'd last been emptied.

Finally, Jalen slid slowly down with his back against the wall, until he was
sitting bare-assed on the hallway floor. Aisha rotated off her knees onto her
own ass alongside him. They both grabbed the others near thigh as they panted
and recovered.

 **Chapter 79**

James started awake. It took several confused seconds to separate memory from
fantasy from reality and to put them together into a coherent timeline.

First, he'd been slowly stroking himself, thinking about what his wife was
doing with their youngest son and looking forward to what she would do with
him.

Then, he'd apparently fallen asleep following the deduction that she was
super-rewarding the boy by staying the whole night with him. His
disappointment at being left alone had not stopped his imaginings from
continuing into his dreams, which had featured montages of his wife of 19
years in various acts of depravity with him and both their sons. Now, the dim
light of the bedside lamp that he'd left on for Aisha showed him that he
wasn't imagining or dreaming; her talented mouth really was bringing him up
from slumber, cock first.

"What's up?" he mumbled.

"You, I hope," she said quickly, before returning to his cock. It began
filling and swelling and in no time at all, James was hard. Aisha immediately
began jamming her face down and forcing him into her throat, gagging on the
father's cock the way she had on the son's mere minutes before.

It was too much, too quickly for James. He placed a restraining hand on her
forehead.

"Wait. What do you want?"

She slowly released his heavy black hose, saliva oozing thickly from her lips.

"I want cum. I'm getting cum drunk."

She took the head back into her mouth and bit lightly on the shaft below the
crown.

"Oh, fuck," he groaned. Then he pressed back again on her forehead. "Wait,
wait. I don't think I can. I mean, I think I have to pee first."

A red light went on in Aisha's head. Not a red stoplight, but a red light like
in Amsterdam's red light district and she was the whore in the window, up for
anything. Aiden had abused her tits and Jalen had abused her mouth and she'd
known she wanted something rough from James as well. Well, maybe nasty would
be even better than rough.

"Yes," she growled after releasing his cock head. However, she didn't release
her hands' grips on his staff and ball sac. "Pee first!" Then her mouth went
back over his cock head.

"What?! You want me to...?"

She suddenly released his cock and popped up on her knees between his legs.
"It's fuck-toy night," she growled. She cupped and squeezed her breasts
towards her husband. "Can you see the marks that Aiden left on me? Can you
hear the rasp in my throat from where Jalen buried his cock so deep in it?"

The light was dim, but his eyes were adjusted to it, and he could clearly see
patches of color all around the woman's large breasts. And yes, her voice did
have that punched-in-the-throat growl she often had after a vigorous deep
throat session.

Then it hit him. She'd been with Jalen as well as Aiden? That's why she'd been
so late to bed, he realized. She'd gone from one son to the other like the
week before. He also registered how hyped up she was; she really was in fuck-
toy mode. Well, he knew how to play that mode of the game.

"Get back down on my cock," he said flatly. She resumed her position lying
between his legs, propped up on elbows. One hand cupped his balls, the other
wrapped around the root. Her lips opened and moved down, clamping just below
the rim of his glans. She sent her tongue round and round the mushroom top.  

"Slow down, baby, give me a chance to relax so the bladder can take precedence
over the scrotum. You can keep ahold of me, but don't stroke or squeeze." She
did as he instructed, and he began to feel the change.

"Do you want this?" he demanded. "For your own pleasure?"

She looked up at him with a bit of embarrassment in her eyes. Then they turned
hungry. She pulled her mouth off of him. "Yes," she declared.

"Nasty slut," he drawled.

A grin, then another yes, this one drawn out and hissing.

Then he felt the drop, felt that moment when he'd finally be able to let the
faucet flow. He barked out, "Now!"

Her lips went back over the head and sealed up under the edge of the crown,
leaving the most open space possible in her mouth.

He released a spurt of piss and then clenched and shut off the flow. She
almost gagged from the force at the back of her throat, but then swallowed. He
released another short spurt and she handled this one more easily, swallowing
it straight down. Two more times he released small amounts of piss so she
could handle each mouthful without dribbling. This was their bed after all,
not a bathtub. When he got past the initial ounces and the hard pressure was
off his bladder, he said, "Here's the rest," and released his stream as gently
as he could, letting it flow until the tank was dry. Aisha swallowed strong
and rhythmically and didn't lose a drop.

She also didn't pause in her follow-up search for more bodily fluids from the
cock in her mouth.

When she did come off of him so she could gather in oxygen, her hands kept
working. "Oh, God," she moaned. "It was so good. How could it be so good?" The
wonder and excitement in her voice were genuine and deep.

James's cock, unsurprisingly, immediately began to fill with blood again,
stiffening from a water hose to a standpipe. He was as amazed and excited as
his wife and couldn't think of any more smooth lines to keep their role play
going. The best he could come up with was, "Keep sucking." But it worked.

The son-fucking, piss-drinking slut got him off in under five minutes and when
he came, she swallowed it all just as eagerly as she had his urine. Of course,
taking down an ounce of semen was a whole lot easier than the seven or eight
of hot piss she'd already managed with surprising ease and enjoyment.

His hips had barely stopped shaking on the mattress before James was pulling
his cock away from her hungry mouth and scrambling around onto his belly until
they were face to face. He grabbed Aisha by the hair and went in for a kiss of
the most incredible, dirty intimacy. He searched her abused mouth until he was
sure he'd tasted both his cum and his piss.

Breaking away from the dirty kiss, James rose up on his knees, gripped his
wife by her shoulders and flipped and twisted her until she was flat on her
back, crosswise on the big bed. Then he pried her legs apart, laid down
between her thighs and attacked her sex as she'd attacked his.

James was prepared to find a fresh cream pie from one or both of his sons, a
'treat' he'd so far managed to avoid, but tonight he was going to just deal
with it. However, while the swelling told him somebody had clearly been here
in the recent past, she certainly wasn't dripping cum.

She was, however, seeping pussy juice freely. He breathed in the heady bouquet
and savored the tangy flavor. Her prominent clit was also hard and jutting out
from its hood, but James ignored the girlcock for the moment and feasted on
the open petals of her flower and the nectar they held between them.

When he did go for his hotwife's love button, she exploded on contact, and he
gripped her hips firmly to keep her molten pussy from shaking away from his
teasing tongue. She rewarded him with a fresh wash of lubricant, ejaculate,
whatever the hell it was, and he rubbed his face in it when he wasn't trying
to drink it.

Eventually, after another long, dirty kiss so she could taste herself in his
mouth the way he'd tasted himself in hers, they lay side by side, both
crosswise on the bed, panting.

"I..." Aisha began, finding it hard to put her jumbled thoughts into words. "I
don't know...I was..."

James found her hand and took it gently in his. "Shh," he whispered. "Shh.
Don't worry, don't try to explain; just enjoy. This is _ours_ and we don't
have to explain it to anybody."

"Ours," she repeated and squeezed his hand.

 **Chapter 80**

Saturday morning dawned too early for Aisha. Both mind and body resisted the
call to come out of much-needed rest. Had she drunk a lot? No, there'd only
been a couple of glasses of wine around dinner time. But as the memories of
that long Friday refreshed themselves, she realized she'd been drunk all
right. Lust drunk and then cum drunk.

She'd nearly given in to Aiden's teasing right after breakfast, and that lust
had simmered throughout her whole workday. When he'd actually delivered his
school paper, she'd been ecstatic. She'd been even happier when she read the
thing and found it was really, really good. She'd be able to fuck her baby boy
again with no guilt about letting him off the hook easy.

 _Fuck my baby boy with no guilt._ She laughed out loud; her life was becoming
more and more absurd. The fact that she was committing incest with her
18-year-old high school student of a son, wasn't the point of concern. It was
that she might not stick to her own high parental standards and provide the
proper discipline a kid needed to do schoolwork that was outside his main
interests of IT and baseball.

But she had stuck to her rules ( _with a little lucky help from my boss_ ) and
Aiden had produced some really fine work. And then he'd been rewarded by being
allowed to turn the discipline back on her. _I let my son slap my tits. I
encouraged him to slap them. To spank and then fuck them._

A familiar itch began to build in her crotch and her hand absentmindedly went
down to scratch it. She reviewed the episode in Aiden's double bed _._ Aisha
slapping her own big boobs and then teaching her baby boy how they should be
struck. His beautiful young cock thrusting between her abused tits until he'd
filled his mother's mouth with yet another load of liquid incest. And then
ending their liaison by riding his mouth like a Sybian until she'd drenched
him with her own bodily fluids.

As she shoved fingers inside her sinful hole, she realized that fingers had
been the only thing that had gone into her pussy last night, other than Aiden
and James's tongues. She'd been with three different men, back-to-back, but
hadn't been fucked. All the cock action had taken place in her filthy, hungry
mouth.

That hadn't been planned of course. Not taking on all three of the Seward men,
nor on doing them with only her hands, tits, and mouth.

All three of them. The Fates had certainly been horny last night, to have her
gallivanting elder son mount the staircase at just the moment when the
shameless mother was leaving her younger son's room. Instead of being
embarrassed, she'd been happy that she wouldn't even have to walk the twenty
feet down to her bedroom to get her next fix of cock. The biggest, thickest
cock of the bunch was right there for the plucking.

Between the dirty memories and her busy fingers, Aisha's pussy was outright
dripping. She tossed the covering bedsheet away, and rubbed her slime between
her butt cheeks and tickled her sensitive rosebud, while continuing to put
pressure on her clit with the inside of her wrist. She thought about how she'd
dropped to her knees and taken Jalen's magnificent rod into her throat and
again thrust her fingers deep into her vagina as she had in the hallway.

Just as Aisha started thinking about what Jalen had said, about bringing her
his cum-filled rubbers to drink, she heard a door opening. Her hands slowed
but didn't stop as she watched her husband walk in from their ensuite, rubbing
his head with a towel. When he saw her, he just stood there, naked, and let
the towel drape over his shoulders. Then he leaned back against the door frame
and almost idly began handling his dangling manhood.

Her fingers went on thrusting, squeezing, rubbing, and pinching, but her eyes
remained locked on his.

"Where were you before I came in?" he asked in a slow, deep voice. A hypnotic
voice. "In your mind, you weren't here, you were somewhere else. Close your
eyes and go back there now." She gulped and closed her eyes. The feelings
emanating from her finger-fucking immediately returned to their previous,
near-orgasmic level.

"Are you with Aiden or Jalen or me?" he asked, as he moved closer.

"Jalen," she whispered.

"I didn't get to hear that part of the story last night," he said. "And I
don't want to hear it now. I just want you to keep reliving it like you were
before I came in."

The contented sigh and small smile on her face confirmed he'd made the right
read.

"Just two things," he said. "This was after Aiden and before me?"

"Yes."

"Did you go to Jalen's room after Aiden's?"

"No. He caught me in the hallway."

"In the hallway." After a slight pause, "You've just tit-fucked Aiden in his
room and now you're with Jalen right out in the hallway. Go back there now."

Aisha did. She made a slight mental rewind, to the point where she'd asked
Jalen whose pussy she would be able to taste on his cock that night. She
realized now she really would have liked that. She knew her son was fucking
some women his own age. She strongly suspected that he was doing all three of
the girls she knew about: Chandra, Isabella and his former girlfriend, Judy.
What a fun game it would be for her to try and guess which one he'd had that
night just by sucking the little tramp's juices from her son's thick, dark
cock.

In Aisha's memory, the talk had progressed to Jalen telling her he was going
to make his mother kneel and watch while he fucked one of the girls and that
too seemed like an excellent idea. All she would be able to do would be to
play with herself, the way she was now. Her own juices were again flowing
freely and she was smearing it around, enjoying the slippery tickling from her
ass to her clit. Enjoying the delicate pain of pulling her labia out and apart
and of smacking them with the flats of her fingers.

Jalen had fucked his mother's mouth mercilessly and she'd loved being used
that way. She had really loved the idea of being made to stand by and drink
his cum from his rubber after some young girl had fucked him to orgasm. She
couldn't explain why the idea of being used like a sex toy and humiliated as
clean-up crew was so incredibly exciting, but it was. Oh, God, it was.

As her climax built, Aisha thought about what she'd really like, how she'd
really like to serve her son with his other lovers. She put herself there in
her mind. Naked, kneeling alongside as Jalen, bareback, ploughed in and out of
the Black or White or Brown pussy just inches from her face.

"I love watching you fuck your girlfriends, baby," she moaned out loud, giving
voice to her fantasy. "When you cum, pull out of that young pussy and shove
your cock down Mommy's throat. Fuck my mouth with your pussy-covered cock and
feed me all your delicious cum."

Her fingers flew faster, concentrating on her clit as she watched Jalen fuck
the little sluts harder and faster and knew he'd be blowing his wad soon.
Sending the first blast into their tight young cunts, before pulling out and
firing the rest into her belly.

"That's it, that's it," she chanted. "Fuck her hard, fuck that little pussy
hard, but give Mama your cum. Give it to me, give it to me!" she wailed as the
orgasm hit her.

When Jalen's cock touched her lips she opened up automatically, who needed to
think when she was getting exactly what she'd asked for? The cum was hot and
thick and blasted into her mouth and she gulped and swallowed and shook even
harder in climax.

When Aisha finally opened her eyes, James was still kneeling overhead, cock
dangling just above her open mouth, as he squeezed out every last drop of
sperm for his hungry wife. She smiled and brought her fingers up to her mouth.
She licked the pussy juice off of them just the way she'd suck the girls'
pussy juices off her son's cock if she ever got the chance. Or her husband's
cock, she suddenly thought, and her smile got even wider.

 **Chapter 81**

Mrs. Seward licked the last drops from the tip of Mr. Seward's cock, starting
her day the same way she'd ended the previous night, with a rollicking orgasm
and a mouthful of her husband's semen. She thought she might just keep herself
cum-drunk by making her way down the hallway to wake each of her sons with a
morning BJ.

But when she rolled out of bed, she realized she was going to have visit the
toilet before she could handle any more action or secretions.

James had gotten to his feet alongside her and he took her in his arms. "Good
morning, my scandalous love," he said before planting a kiss on her head. "You
go on in and have a long, hot shower. Take your time and I'll go down and get
breakfast ready."

As she sat on the pot, Aisha came to the conclusion that James's suggestion
about bathing and breakfasting might be wiser than continuing her lust
rampage. In the shower, she adjusted the wand to massage mode and luxuriated
in the gentle pounding that soothed her muscles and softened the crystalized
passion in her mind. While lathering, scrubbing, and rinsing, she played
through yesterday's behaviors again, but with a more critical view.

When she finally stepped out of the stall and toweled off, she'd decided that
a little more balance was needed in the Seward household if she wasn't going
to find herself walking around her home naked except for kneepads, ready to
service whichever cock wanted her at the moment. Pulling on panties, she
imagined it was another pair she owned. A pair that had been given to her as a
gag gift at her 40th birthday and had sat at the back of a drawer ever since.
She thought that they might come in handy in her efforts to restore the
balance that had begun tilting toward her interns. Balance that was needed in
order for a loving mother to maintain a proper and healthy family
relationship.

Downstairs she found Aiden and Jalen at the kitchen table, halfway through
their first helpings of pancakes, while James was on griddle duty. She came to
Aiden first and kissed his cheek as he wished her a good morning. When she
tried the same with Jalen, he turned his head to go for a less maternal kiss
on the lips. However, Aisha was ready for it and caught his chin to stop his
twist. She gave him the slightest of chiding looks before snatching a piece of
bacon off his plate and heading over to her husband. James did get the full-on
lip lock, as suited the man of the house. After breaking away, Aisha made her
way to an empty place setting, chomping on the crisp bacon as she walked.

 **Chapter 82**

Saturday turned out to be a beautiful day for baseball. A postcard-yellow sun
crossed a blue sky dotted with puffy clouds. Fortunately, a cooling trend had
begun over the past few days, so that no one was going to get heatstroke from
running around in the field or sitting in the stands cheering mightily for
friends and family.

Or from bringing in the late summer harvest from the vegetable garden or
mowing lawns and trimming hedges. Which is how the Seward clan spent most of
the day, since the big championship game wasn't until 4:00 that afternoon.
Hey, seven-inning summer league wasn't exactly the World Series; life went on.

The rest of the that morning and into early afternoon was busy, happy, and
productive. James replaced damaged roof shingles on the garden shed, while
Aiden re-caulked its south-facing window to repair sun shrinkage. Jalen went
across the street to mow Mrs. Friedken's lawn, something they'd been doing
ever since the old lady's husband had died the year before. Aisha did some
late-summer pruning on her apple trees. And no one had sex. Just like a normal
family.

Even out at the ballfields, no one snuck away beyond the snack stand and
restrooms for a quickie in the woods. Unless Jalen had done it with Judy,
Aisha thought when the two seemed to take an overly long time to get snacks
for the two families that were sitting together. The seemingly reunited lovers
blamed it on the big crowd that had come out for the championship game. While
that was feasible, Aisha naturally had her doubts since she'd used a similar
excuse to cover the times when she'd been slutting it up in public while
_getting snacks_. Well, she'd get the truth out of Jalen later, she decided.

She also decided she'd get the truth about how he was managing his girlfriend
balancing act. Chandra and her family were just a couple of bleachers down
from where the Sewards and Hendersons were sitting, but there didn't seem to
be any animosity that today the White girl was sitting thigh-by-thigh with
Jalen. Now, objectively, Aisha knew that a person could indeed sustain openly
sexual relationships with multiple lovers without engendering jealousy amongst
those lovers, because she was doing that herself. But subjectively, the idea
that three young women, only 19 or 20 years old, could be so sanguine about
openly sharing a lover, was beyond Aisha's ken.

As she looked at the back of Chandra's head, trying to see the thoughts inside
of it, the Black girl raised her hand just to her shoulder and gave a subtle,
almost secretive wave down to the field. Aisha followed the angle and saw
Roland Jones, _Big Rollie_ , walking to the on-deck circle. He was definitely
smiling up at the dark-skinned hottie. She remembered that the Jones boy
should have been in Jalen's class but had started school a year later than his
peers because of his family being overseas when he was young. So the big guy
not only looked like a full-grown man compared to the other, smaller players,
he probably really was the oldest on the field. Hell, no reason hot-ass
Chandra should be sitting home alone on those nights when Jalen was out with
one of his other girlfriends (or at home with his mother). Had Gen Z become
Gen XXX? Well, good for the girls if they had.

Following her wake up session with her husband, Aisha had determined that the
rest of the day would be non-sexual. At least while the sun was up. But
watching Aiden, Mark, and Rollie in action on the field, and Jalen, Judy, and
Chandra up in the stands, sent Aisha's constantly horny mind back to the
fantasy that James had made up about the teenage boys jacking off all over his
wife. Suddenly her mind was filled with an image of the four boys chain-
fucking her and the two girls. Make that three girls, sweet Isabella would of
course join the orgy.

She modified her earlier decision. It would be a non-incest day at least until
the sun went down. She turned to James and put a hand on his thigh. "I'm going
for a...pee," she said under her voice.

Her unspoken message was clear. "I'll come with you," he replied. He set his
soda cup in a careful spot beneath his seat while Aisha got to her feet.

"Going to the Ladies'?" asked Judy. "I'll join you." The tall, blonde beauty
stood, and Aisha could only smile dumbly and nod.

James obviously regretted the interruption but appreciated its ironic humor.
He simply said, "Don't take too long, we're almost to the seventh and it's
going to be a nail biter."

 **Chapter 83**

James was right, the game, which had already been exciting, was going down to
the wire. The teams had gone into the seventh, the final inning, tied at three
runs apiece. The Golden Dragons had been designated the Home Team, so Aiden
and his teammates took the field to start the seventh, while the Terrace Inn
Tornadoes went to the plate.

After three Tornadoes batters the Dragons were in trouble. The first batter
had hit a solid single, while the second had popped out. The third batter had
fouled off a few to fill the count but had kept her head and let the last
pitch go by to get the walk. With runners on first and second and only one
out, the Terrace Inn Tornados had two strong hitters coming up back-to-back.
It was then that Aiden made a play that was questioned and condemned, but
ultimately decided to have been the best possible choice, a real player's
play.  

Batter four was a lefty but managed to go opposite field and put it deep in
the gap between center and left fields. The left fielder, Bryce, hustled back
to the fence while Aiden went out to set up the cutoff. Bryce made a beautiful
throw into Aiden, who spun, intending to fire the ball on to Rollie at the
plate. But as he did, the gifted shortstop saw the runner from second was
already well past third and knew there was no way they'd be able to throw him
out, since Big Rollie couldn't block the plate until he had the ball. Aiden
made a snap decision.

Halting his spin to home, Aiden dished the ball off to the third baseman, who
easily put the tag on the runner from first, who'd thought she'd be coming in
uncontested. The third baseman whipped the ball to second base, who turned
hoping to catch the batter coming in to second for what should have been an
easy double. The batter, however, had picked up on the unexpected throw to
third instead of home and reversed himself, trying to get back safely to
first. But the second baseman quickly relayed the ball to Mark Henderson on
first and Mark tagged out the runner as he dove for the bag. One run scored,
but two outs and the inning was over.

As the Dragons converged on the dugout there were a lot of questions and
comments.

\- "You had him dead at home, what the heck?"

\- "What do you think, Rollie? Did you have him?"

\- "Hell of a play, dude."

Good choice, bad choice, right choice, wrong choice; it was a discussion that
would last long into the night.

But right now, the Golden Dragons had to take their last bats and score one
for extra innings or two to take the win.

Unfortunately, despite two lead-off hits, the best the Dragons could do was
advance Bryce the left fielder to third before the Tornados got the final out
to close the game and capture the trophy.

But again, it wasn't the Commissioner's Trophy for winning the World Series.
It was a co-ed recreation league more interested in the fun of playing than in
the grooming of future big leaguers. Some would say it was actually a bad
expenditure of time for real talents like Aiden, Mark, and Rollie, but all
three guys were happy to have the chance to just have fun playing the game
they loved. There would be enough seriousness when the high school season came
around.

Which meant that despite the loss, their season-end get together was still a
fun time to celebrate a strong, well-played season. They'd decided to return
to the Pizza Hut where they'd started the season and one of the parents had
called ahead, so several pizzas and pitchers of soda were already on reserved
tables when they arrived.

Aisha and James saw that it was Isabella who'd put them there. The same
Isabella who'd served them back in June. The same Isabella they'd watched on
hidden cameras as she fucked Jalen in their basement. When Judy and then
Chandra walked in, the Sewards wondered if Jalen would once again be able to
prevent a cat fight from erupting.

The perverted parents needn't have worried. They'd already seen that somehow
their son had gotten Judy and Chandra to get along in public, even when first
one and then the other was his companion. Apparently, he'd worked the same
magic on Isabella. The girl was obviously excited to see him and a bit touchy
about having the other two young women there, but there was a higher degree of
confidence in her than that pizza night some two months previous.

"Is he somehow going to get all three of them together?" Aisha asked with a
touch of awe.

"Only if Chandra comes over for seconds once she's done with Rollie," replied
James.

Aisha looked at the big-bootied honey and realized James was probably right.
The looks the youngsters had shared at the ballfield had definitely meant
something and now they were sitting side-by-side and leaning in
conspiratorially as they talked and laughed.

"So, Judy or Isabella? Or both?" she asked her husband.

"You'd like him to do both, wouldn't you?"

"Oh, God. I would," Aisha said with realization. "That would be so hot."

"Who knows?" mused James. "After the summer we've had, anything could happen."

What happened that night that Aisha and James were sure about, was that Aiden
arrived home about an hour and a half after them. Mother and father had
already fucked and when Aisha went down to check on her son, she found him
quite worked up. With Katrina's out-of-town visitors, he hadn't been able to
get any alone time with his young sweetheart. And even if he had, their
relationship still hadn't progressed beyond heavy petting.

Fortunately for the excited young man, his relationship with his mother had
progressed, or perhaps degenerated, much further than simply making out. So he
was able to take out his sex and sports frustrations in a hard, sweaty,
therapy session with a highly-sexed, multi-orgasmic therapist who was well
prepared to deal with both his physical and emotional needs.

 **Chapter 84**

Sunday morning James and Aisha were eating toast and drinking orange juice.
Everything was set up for making scrambled eggs with sautéed vegetables, they
were just waiting for the boys to come down.

"So," said James. "You still feel the same as last night?"

"Yes. Yes, I do. How about you?"

He paused to mentally run through all the pro and con arguments they'd
discussed last night, both before and after her therapy session with the
horny, frustrated 18-year-old. She'd come back to bed with a puffy, cum-
dripping gash, but still she'd sucked James to hardness and mounted him
cowgirl before continuing their discussion about the Seward family's future.

Now he said something he hadn't said outright last night. "And if say no? If I
say I think we should stop? For any or all of the reasons we've discussed?"

"Then we'll stop," she replied firmly. "I mean it. The same with the boys. If
one or both of them says stop, we stop."

James hesitated. "Can you stop?"

"Will you keep fucking and making love to me like you've been doing this
summer?"

"Hell yes," he grinned.

"Will you treat me like a slut when I need it, like a girlfriend when I need
it, like a queen when I need it?"

"Yes, yes and yes."

"Then yes, I can stop." She'd gotten up from her chair to retrieve some jam
for the toast while they talked, and after putting it on the table, she leaned
down to kiss his cheek. "If I really have to," she said into in his ear.

"You don't have to," he replied in a voice that said he was fully on board
with his sexy, horny wife's desires and thoughts for the future.

"Don't have to what?" asked Jalen as he walked into the kitchen, Aiden on his
heels.

"She doesn't have to cook your breakfast," replied James as he pushed his
chair out from the table and got to his feet. "You guys up for eggs?" He made
his way over to the stove. "Aiden, you want to put some bread in the toaster?"

"Sure," said their 18-year-old.

"Juice?" Jalen asked his brother as he poured a glass for himself from the
pitcher on the table.

"Yeah, thanks," said Aiden, pushing the lever down on the 4-slice toaster.

"So, Pops," said Jalen. "I've been thinking it over and I'd like to take you
up on the offer of a part-time job at your company."

Aiden laughed. "Been thinking it over? As if you were ever not going to take
the job."

"No," James directed to Aiden. "He should think about it, there's nothing
automatic about such a big decision." Then to Jalen he said, "If you wanted to
just concentrate on school or even if you just wanted to work somewhere else
other than my company, it would be fine."

"That's right," Aisha said thoughtfully. "A summer internship works both ways.
Sure, you're hoping they're happy enough with you to offer you a job. But
you're also testing out the company. Is it really the work you want to do, the
people you want to work with? When you think about working with Dad at the
data plant are the answers to those questions, yes?"

"Yeah," drawled Jalen. "Pop's not so bad to work with, I think I can handle
it."

"Gee, thanks," said James.

"And what about me?" asked Aisha. "Do you think you can handle working with
me?"

Jalen's juice glass stopped just short of his mouth. The toaster popped up
just then, making Aiden jump. He quietly placed the slices on a plate and
carried them to the table, his gaze riveted on his mother.

"What do you mean?" asked Jalen.

"I mean, you two have been on another summer internship, haven't you. With
me?"

James carried the skillet to the table and began dishing up eggs scrambled
with veggies onto the boys' plates. His wife chinned at him and said,
"Actually, with both of us. And just like you going to Dad's company was a try
out, your being with me has also been a try out. And now that the summer's
ending, the internship is over."

"Over?" said both teens.

"The question is," their mother continued, "what comes next?" She looked up at
James, who nodded. Then, in a hyper-professional voice she said, "Your father
and I have been impressed and pleased with your performance during your
internships and we'd like to offer you regular positions."

The two sad faces at the table suddenly turned happy again.

"Of course, a regular position has different expectations and rules than an
internship. So, I'm going to tell you about those and then you're going to
think about it. We don't want to hear your response before tonight at the
earliest."

Seeing that both boys were about to say yes right away, James cut in.
"Seriously. Sit and eat your food and listen and we really don't want to hear
an answer before tonight." He paused. "Unless the answer is no. You can say no
right away if you want to. You absolutely do not have to say yes."

Aiden and Jalen turned and grinned at each other with _"As if,"_ written all
over their faces. But both young studs stayed quiet and dug their forks into
their breakfasts.

 **Chapter 85**

"Mostly," began Aisha, "Things will carry on as they have been." Then her
voice changed, grew deeper. "You would be my spare cocks." Apparently the
first change in the relationship was to be even more open about it.

"You may not have realized it, but your father has been fucking the hell out
of me. Apparently, just like on the track, having some competition on his
heels has been urging him on to greater efforts." She gave her husband a look
that communicated hot, sticky love.

"However, I still finding myself enjoying the extra attention, the extra
action, the extra thrill from having extra cocks available for my pleasure."

Aisha Seward's three cocks jumped in their respective pajama bottoms. The two
young ones were hidden under the table and the old one hid his giveaway by
turning back to the stove with the empty frying pan as he wondered just how
far his wife planned on going with the new openness.

But first she got back to the fundamentals, the underlying reality.

"It's still incest," she said clearly, looking each boy directly in the eyes.
"And even though we're all adults, it's actually still a felony in this state.
Whether we'd actually be charged, I don't know, but I do know that it's very
socially taboo and would bring down a world of trouble on the family if it got
out. Especially for your father and me. But so far you've proven you can keep
family business within the family, so we're willing to continue risking it. If
you can continue to keep the fact that your mother is an incestuous slut to
yourselves."

Three cocks swelled more, while two young, open-mouthed faces nodded assent.

James decided he'd better get in on things and present the united front they'd
discussed. It was important to both parents, but especially to James, that he
not give up his position as the Alpha Male in the house.

"Then there's school," he said. His back was still to the table as he slowly
poured himself a cup of coffee from the machine, giving time for his incipient
erection to contract a bit. He held the cup in both hands out at waist level
as he returned quickly to the table and took his seat.

"Aiden, you completely lost it on the baseball diamond right after you were
brought in on the summer experiment and you ignored your important summer
school assignment until your mother withheld her favors."

The high school senior's mouth opened, apparently ready to protest, but James
held up his hand.

"You obviously got it back together on the field, so we'll let that one go as
rookie confusion and excitement at his first big league at-bat." He winked at
his youngest. "And when you knuckled down on the schoolwork, you turned out a
really good paper. So we're marking that as _lesson learned_."

"And you, Jalen," picked up the boys' mother. "You let an even more important
school project languish until I cut you off."

The older boy had matured enough over the summer to simply give a nod,
admitting it was true.

"But you also came out with great results when you put your attention where it
was needed," she said with a lighter tone.

Jalen might have matured a lot in this bizarre pressure cooker, but he was
still only 19 and he leered as he said, "Gee, just think what I could have
done with my senior year if I had the same motivation last summer?"

James gave him an eye roll, while Aisha arched one eyebrow. "I'll take that as
a compliment, but otherwise ignore it," she said dryly. "But the point
remains, school and work come first. I'll only be visiting top students and
exemplary employees. I don't want to be with kids who do things just to keep
from being put on restriction. I want young men who can keep their priorities
straight and manage their own lives.

"I like fucking winners, not losers," she added with her own leer.

Aiden wondered what it would take to become Class Salutatorian or even
Valedictorian.

Jalen thought about how well he'd done on his certification exams and that
maybe he could indeed transfer to the University and earn a Bachelor's instead
of just an Associate's Degree.

James came out with the parents' next talking point. "Relationships are
important too" he said. "Your relationships with us, as your mother and
father, and your relationships with other...lovers...with girlfriends, because
Mom is not your girlfriend. Problems there will also bring things to a halt."

"Gee," said Aisha. "Jalen has more than one girlfriend, why can't I have more
than one boyfriend?" She grinned when James's eyebrows went up. "I mean, of
course your father is my one true romantic love." She batted her eyelashes at
him. Then, to her sons, "But I don't always or only want to be a fuck toy in
your beds." Turning back to James she added playfully, "Some proper courting
would be okay, wouldn't it?"

After her husband smiled and nodded, she turned her attention back to her
sons, but now with a more serious mien. "I've been very happy to see you
paying attention to girls your own ages. It's important for you to pursue
those relationships and if you get to the point of wanting to be exclusive
with a girlfriend, you only need to say so and I'll respect that. And I expect
you to continue respecting any women you date.

"Jalen, apparently you've come to an understanding with a few young women so
that they know you're having sex with different partners?" The 19-year-old
Player nodded. "Even though none of your younger partners knows about me?" she
continued in a more pointed tone.

"None of them know," he assured her.

"It's a tricky position, I know," she said. "Even though outsiders can't know
about me specifically, they can and should know that you have other lovers."
Her focus was more on Aiden now, since Jalen clearly had the plot. "Don't lie
or trick a girl into thinking she's the only one if she isn't. If she can't
handle sharing, then you either break it off with her or you break it off with
me. Understand?"

"Yes, ma'am," the youngest Seward replied.

Mother and father looked at each other intently for a moment. After another
slight nod from James, Aisha continued.

"The area of secrets, however, is one area that we want to change in our new
relationship. Jalen, it's a good thing in general not to kiss and tell,
however, if we're going to continue being lovers I want to be inside that
circle of secrets. I want to know who else you're actually sleeping with
versus just dating."

Jalen lifted an eyebrow in question.

"You are having incestuous sex with your mother and sometimes watch her having
sex with your brother and father. Our relationship is obviously on a different
level than what's going on with Judy, Chandra, Isabella, or anyone else. We
need to have a clear understanding of what's going on around us to help us
protect the family. Ignorance and assumptions could lead to unintended
exposure."

Jalen looked pensive, considering her argument. Then he obviously decided.
"I'm having sex with all three," he said. "Chandra most often because she has
a room of her own in a house she shares with some other girls. But once or
twice a week with Judy and every now and then with Isabella."

"And they all know about the others?" asked Aiden in awe.

Jalen grinned. "Chandra and Judy know specifics; they're both kinda freaky."
The look he gave his mother clearly said, _Like you_. "Izzy knows in general
and isn't blind, so she knows it's Chandra or Judy and suspects it might be
both."

James saw a glow come into his wife's eyes that told him they'd better wrap
this up if Aisha wasn't going to end up in her first gangbang right there in
the breakfast nook.

"So," he said forcefully to break the spell. "That's our proposition. You two
continue as your mother's spare cocks. But continuing that relationship means
carrying out all your other responsibilities in school, at work and around
here. It means not exposing what happens here to outsiders and continuing to
be careful in your other sexual encounters. Being careful and keeping us up to
date on those encounters so we can make informed decisions about any changes
needed."

Both boys started nodding their heads, but their father continued. "Like we
said, we're not taking any 'yeses' right now, only 'no's'. And even if there
is a yes to start, everyone has a right to change to a no later. Whether it's
because you want to be exclusive with someone or you're having trouble
concentrating on schoolwork or it suddenly just feels too weird to you. You
can always say no. Just as your mother and I can always change to no. Do you
understand?"

Both teens nodded again.

"Good," said Aisha as she got to her feet and put her breakfast things in the
sink. "Dad and I are going to the garden center; can you boys take care of
cleaning up here?" The tone of normalcy clearly marked the end of the radical
discussion.

Her question was answered with two more nods from young men with racing
thoughts and swollen penises.

 **Chapter 86**

Sunday night, James sat in bed, up against the headboard with his naked legs
stretched out. One hand lazily toyed with his half-erect cock. He was waiting
for Aisha to come out of the bathroom, unsure as he was so often these days if
he was going to be first to tap that glorious pussy or if he'd have to wait
and go last. She'd gone in after digging around her lingerie drawer and
grabbing up a handful of items. He couldn't tell what they were, but suspected
she wanted to be dressed in such a way that the boys were more likely to say
yes when she went and asked them if they wanted to continue on as her spare
cocks. As if they would say no even if she was wearing a snowmobile suit and
helmet, he laughed to himself.

When the bathroom door opened, she whirled into a glamour shot pose. She was
sideways to him, leaning back against the doorframe with her nearest knee bent
so that her raised leg formed a triangle with the bottom of her foot also
pressed against the doorframe. She was dressed in purple and black lace, with
a long gown on top. The lower portion was draped up over her cocked leg, but
the upper portion was barely held together with the satin sash. He could see
her gorgeous breasts were pushed up and out in a bustier. Her legs were
encased in sheer, black stockings. Because of the way the gown hung, he could
only see her feet and part of her calves but knew this lingerie set included a
garter belt with braces, so he was certain the stockings ended at mid-thigh.
The unanswered sartorial question was if she'd bothered with the matching
panties or not.  

"So," she drawled. "Do you think the boys will want to join Seward Family
Services full time?"

He took in the new company name and replied, "With you as both boss and
customer? If there were only two positions on staff, they'd lock me in the
basement to get hired."

"Even with the initiation?"

"Initiation?"

"It's been a long time since you first went through it," she mused. "But you
had a refresher just a few nights ago." She dropped her knee and he saw her
cock poking out from her crotch. Aisha laughed when she saw his eyes pop and
she turned and slowly sashayed toward him.

James saw now that the strap-on dildo was apparently held in place by spandex
briefs. He'd never seen this setup before. She'd done him with a purple six-
incher earlier in the week, but this one was black and looked to be only
around five inches long, a good starter size. Smooth and slender, it was
clearly designed for fairly gentle anal play.

"Remember the gift you brought me from Atlanta?"

He did. It was nowhere near as innocent looking as the toy she wore now. It
was many years before; his employer at the time had sent him down to Atlanta
for some sort of training. He'd ended up getting drunk with some other
trainees and visiting first a strip club, and then its connected adult store.
After putting a few dollar bills into garters and waistbands, he'd dropped a
lot more on DVDs and toys. Specifically, a lesbian video, a threesome video
with both FFM and MMF, and a long, double-headed dildo like the one featured
on the cover of the lez movie.

He'd passed out in his hotel room before even getting the wrapper off of any
of his purchases. The next morning, while stumbling around with a hangover,
he'd shoved the store bag to the bottom of his suitcase to avoid the maid
coming across it. Then, in one of those life-really-is-just-a-sitcom moments,
Aisha had insisted on helping him unpack his bags when he returned home before
he could remove the incriminating evidence.

She'd made him serve her margaritas and tell her the story of his illicit
adventure while they watched the movies. Then, when she was pretty juiced up
on the frozen tequila, and they were both fired up from watching the videos,
the toy had been unwrapped. Over the following half-hour, with the help of the
lube he'd also bought, they'd played with it in a number of fun and
interesting ways.

It started with one soft head pretty far up Aisha's cunny. Then the other head
had gone up James's ass. Her end of the toy had moved from her front to her
back holes. And finally, she'd taken both heads at the same time in a latex DP
like they'd seen in one of the lezzie scenes.

The whole drunken goof had actually led to more joint ass play, which they'd
both enjoyed. But somehow, like many other quirks and kinks that had passed
through their bedroom, Aisha pegging James had gone to the island of forgotten
toys before being revived this summer.

While James enjoyed the occasional toy time, he'd never thought about that
long ago introduction to rubber buggery as some sort of initiation. No, he'd
accepted it then as his penance for spending time and family money on
strippers, while Aisha was at home in a cramped apartment with two toddlers.
But that was then, and this was now. Well, at least she'd armed herself with a
training toy, rather than the full-sized blunt instrument with which she'd
taken his anal virginity. The boys should count themselves lucky, although
somehow, he didn't think they would see it that way.

"Going through an initiation will indeed show they're really serious about
joining and are dedicated to the mission of...Seward Family Services?" he
said. She nodded yes, that he'd got the new company name right. "But how did
this particular idea come up for Jalen and Aiden?"

"The boys have been getting just a little too bossy, too often," she replied.
"As their manager, I have a responsibility for continuous training, and I
think this will help them better respect the company chain of command."

She struck another pose, with hands on hips, tits and dildo jutting out from a
body built for adventure. "Wish me luck," she said, before heading for the
door.

"We've already had luck," he answered. "Now it's just about enjoying it."

As the door clicked close behind his wife, Mr. Seward chuckled, "Summer
internships are over, boys. Welcome to the company."

 **Epilogue**

James figured the COO of Seward Family Services would be gone for quite a
while, so he picked up the remote control for the smart TV and his heavy
crystal tumbler of bourbon and branch from the nightstand and settled back
against the stacked pillows. As he took a sip, he navigated to their intranet
storage site and keyed in the access code. He thought about the toys and
videos from that long ago trip to Atlanta and the way this whole wild summer
had started when he'd caught his wife drunk in this very bed, racking up
orgasms as she read and watched incest erotica. James followed the path to
LIT\SSL\video and called up a favorite that he or Aisha had stored there.

He relaxed and enjoyed more of the smooth whisky as he watched two young
couples, one White, the other Black, go from a double date, to fucking in
front of each other. After the first male cum shots, the boys sat back with
beers while they got their second winds. The girls helped them get there by
breaking out a double-headed dildo. As the two young hotties lubed it up and
assaulted each other, James thought that Seward Family Services should recruit
some young ladies for its next group of interns. Young ladies that could work
with his wife, and with him as well. As the girls onscreen began sharing their
lurid toy, James began stroking himself along with them. Yes, the summer was
over, he thought, but their unique family business looked to have a thriving
future ahead of it and he could think of three good candidates for interns who
would fit in quite well.




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