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 Title: Dating Our Moms



   Summary: A pair of inexperienced cousins get to practice dating with
their moms.  How far will it go?


Keywords:inc,fic,erotic,hot





   A Friday Night Surprise

   "You did what?"

   "I asked my mom to teach us how to date."

   "Us?"

   "Like in that story we read, where the two guys get their mothers to go
to the drive-in with them, and they fucked them."

   I stared at my cousin Andrew as sweat pushed through my pores and
settled on my forehead.  Each drop that seeped through my skin added heat
to my body that turned my flesh red.  My heart's usual pitter-patter sped
up to a jogger's speed.  I shook my head at my crazy fucking cousin.

   "You said the story was hot," Andrew said.  "And that if we had a chance
-""

   "I was talking shit," I said.  "It's a fucking a story about incest. 
What. . . ." I shook my head and stared at my cousin with narrowed eyes. 
"Are you fucking crazy?"

   "Ever since my mother's divorce, she's been acting differently toward
me." Andrew nodded as he spoke, his eyes widening with each word, and he
drummed his fingers over his thighs.  "How do you think I found that story?
It was on her laptop."

   "Why were you going through your mother's laptop?"

   "That's not the fucking point," Andrew said.  "She was acting strange
around me, and it was always after she drank some wine while reading shit
that she never let me see.  She'd close her windows like they were porn. 
They were porn!  I think she wants to, you know, with me."

   "It's all in your fucking head, man."

   "No, it's not." Andrew put his hands on my shoulders.  "She drinks every
night.  She flirts with me every night.  I asked her to show us how to
date. This is going to happen."

   "No, it's not."

   "Tough shit, Johnny Boy," Andrew said.  "I asked my mother to teach me
how to behave on a date, and then I said we should do it with you and your
mom as well, for fun, and she loved the idea.  She's talking to your mom
right now: We can't change the past.  Tonight we're going to date our
fucking mothers!"

   "No." I shook my head.  "No fucking way."

   "It's going to happen, buddy, deal with it."

   My cousin, all eighteen-years of him, left my room.  He was six months
older than me, and slightly leaner than me, and slightly taller than me,
and broader in the shoulders, and more aggressive than I ever was.  I
watched this asshole walk out of my room and head downstairs to where his
mom was talking to my mom about teaching us how to date.

   "Fuck me," I said, and ran to my restroom to jump in the shower.

   I was quick, in and out, using my soap like a race car over my body and
washing my short black hair by scrubbing my fingers over my skull while
flinging soap over the walls.  I dried myself and ran back into my room,
and I almost dressed in date clothes, but then Andrew's jeans snapped me
out of that silliness.  I put on my basketball shorts and a workout shirt
and headed downstairs.

   My cousin was sitting on the top step of the stairway.  He had heard me
coming and turned his head, frowning at my basketball shorts.  The look in
his blue eyes said that he wished he had worn the same thing.

   "They're still talking," Andrew said.  "Your mother is breaking down."

   I shook my head and sat next to him, joining him in eavesdropping on the
conversation below us.

   "I don't know," my mother said.  Her name is Ellen, and her voice is
quiet and low, almost submissive in the drawn-out tone she used to negate
her sister's words.

   "Ellen," Faye said, my aunt's voice loud and proud, with a slight
screech that's fun to hear when she's excited.  "They need this.  Those
boys are eighteen years old.  It's a dangerous world for them to date in."

   "But to practice going on a date with our sons?" Mom asked.  "Our sons?
What if Dad had suggested this to us when we were teenagers?"

   "Then maybe I wouldn't have whored it up in high school," Faye said. 
"Getting that dick like a stripper in a booth."

   Our moms laughed.

   I looked at Andrew and mouthed the word, Slut.

   He shrugged it off, mouthing the question, So what?

   "Girls nowadays are ready to be the victim," Faye said.  "They can't
wait to tell Twitter that someone hashtagged them."

   "Girls are not."

   "Yes, they are," my aunt said.  "For every horrible man, there is a
horrible woman, and they're out there ready to tweet and go into story mode
and tell the world 'Look at me, I'm a victim, love me!  Support me!  Give
me my five minutes!' And just as there are bastard men who terrorize women
and deny it, there are women who terrorize men and later praised for it."

   "Stop," Mom said.

   "No," Faye said.  "This is our chance to teach our boys how to treat a
lady." My aunt paused, and I heard the sipping of wine.  "And you know how
aggressive my Andrew is.  He's just like his father.  My son needs all the
teaching he can get."

   My cousin laughed, the sound staying muffled within his chest.

   "But to teach them how to date?" Mom asked.  "What are we going teaching
them?"

   "Jesus, Ellen, what kind of mother do you think I am?" Faye laughed. 
"Have another glass of wine.  Loosen up.  Have some fucking fun."

   My mother mumbled something that I couldn't hear.

   "Your husband goes out every weekend on a golfing trip, sans you." Faye
had replaced her cheerful tone with one that could drive a nail into
concrete.

   My aunt was right.  My dad did enjoy his weekend golfing trips.

   "Almost -""

   "Every weekend," Faye said.  "He's probably fucking some golf-house
whore at every club he visits.  Or some barely breasted waitress.  We have
two hot young boys -"no, men -"upstairs that need our help.  Let's help
them."

   "Why didn't you call first so I could think about this?" Mom asked.

   "Because you would have said no, and now you have no choice." My aunt
laughed.  "Let's have some fun for a change.  A pretend date while watching
a movie is better than watching a movie with no dates at all."

   "But -""

   "We're not going to fuck them!" Faye said.

   My cock jumped.  My balls tighten.  The beating of my heart sped up,
flushing my face with heat.  I looked at my cousin, and he smiled and
mouthed the words, Like in the story.

   "Jesus, Faye, keep your fucking voice down." Mom made a clicking sound.
"What if they heard you say that?"

   Faye laughed.  "If they had heard that, the little bastards would
probably get hard-ons.  You know how boys are with their mothers.  Yours
wanted to marry you."

   "He was five," Mom said.  "That's what sons say at that age."

   My cousin nudged my side and nodded his head.  I wanted to slap the
smile from his face.  He was as wild as his mother, but my crush for my
mother had never gone away, and he knew that.  Fucker.

   "Are you trying to convince me or scare me?" Mom asked.

   "We're doing this tonight," Faye said.  "We are going to teach our sons
how to treat two beautiful ladies.  Come on, don't make this weird."

   Mom laughed.

   "That's my girl," Faye said.  "I'm breaking you down.  Let's have a
shot."

   "Fine, whatever, I'll play along," Mom said.  "What can it hurt?"

   "That's the spirit," Faye said.  "Why is it that I always have to teach
my older sister how to have fun?"

   "Shut up and call them down here," Mom said.  "I can't believe I'm doing
this.  You're crazy."

   "Boys!" Faye shouted, laughing.  "Get your tight, teenage asses down
here!"

   "Faye!"

   My aunt laughed.

   A Friday Night Date

   I looked at my cousin.

   "Every guy with a hot mom dreams of this," Andrew said.  "Don't fuck it
up for us." He stood and hurried downstairs.

   I stood and forced myself to calm down.  I looked through the upstairs
hallway and to my room, thinking of changing into jeans, but then my Aunt
Faye yelled, "Andrew, where's the other stud in this house?"

   Who talks like that?  But my aunt had always talked like that.  I walked
downstairs and turned to the right and into the living room where our
mothers waited for us.

   Andrew wasn't lying -"our moms are hot.  Faye is a short woman, petite
and skinny, and the only thing big on her is her smile and her tits.  She's
thirty-four years old, with jet-black hair cut in sharp layers and a tan
that browns her skin, giving her an almost Native American appearance,
which is a small percentage of our DNA.  Our grandfather was a quarter or
less Cahuilla Indian.  She was smiling, with her arms open and a glass of
red wine in her right hand.

   "There's my favorite nephew, you party animal," Faye said.  Her brown
eyes had a slight liquor-film to them.

   My aunt was wearing an off the shoulder black crop top, the kind of
shirt that looks like it could fall and show her breasts at any moment. 
There were no shoulder straps to indicate my aunt was wearing a bra, and
she had on jean short-shorts over fishnet stocking.  Faye owned half a
dozen bikini bars that she had won in her divorce.  Her ex-husband had won
the other six, and my aunt dressed as if she were about to run down to one
of them and start tending bar.

   My mom -"Ellen -"was sitting on our long, black leather sofa.  Where
Faye was small and thin, my mother was of average height, slender, with
almost big breasts and skin that was nearly tan, but the white showed
through like an under gloss.  She has short, dirty blonde hair that hangs
in golden arches to the right and left of her head, the part in her hair
running straight down the center of her skull.  She has soft blue eyes and
a vulnerable face and a small nose like her sister.

   Mom smiled at me over the rim of her large wine glass.  She was wearing
white cotton pajamas, meant for comfort and style, dotted with pink hearts.
These were her late-night Dad is away relaxation clothes.

   "What's up?" I asked.

   "Oh, as if Andrew didn't tell you." Faye laughed.  She looked at her
son, who was sitting across from my mother on the sofa at the opposite end
of the couch.  "You lucky guys are going to learn the ins and outs of
dating!" Faye bent forward.  "From your mothers!  Ah!  How great is that?"

   Ten minutes later, I was sitting on the couch facing the TV.  Mom sat to
my left, and to Mom's left sat Faye, followed by Andrew.  The solar shades
were down, the lights were off, and the only glow in the room came from
Mom's sixty-five inch, 4K Smart TV.

   "What are we going to watch?" Mom asked.  She had a new glass of wine in
her left hand, as did her sister.

   "Something French," Faye said.

   "Subtitles?" I asked.  "The French act so miserable in their artsy
movies."

   Faye laughed.  "The French are sexy, and their words roll off the
tongue, as tempting as a chocolate fountain."

   "The movie doesn't matter," Andrew said, his words stressed and telling
me to shut the fuck up.

   "That's right," Faye said.  "You boys let us girls watch the movie,
while you concentrate on your moves."

   Our moves?  I wanted to laugh.

   "If you do something right, we'll let you know, and if you do something
wrong" -"she giggled -""we'll spank you."

   "Faye," Mom said, half sighing the word.

   "Remember, boys, pretend that we're teenage girls, and you're in our
house," Faye said.  "Our parents are gone, and anything can happen if you
play the game right."

   "Yeah, Mom, start the movie," Andrew said.

   "Call me Faye, baby," Faye said.  "And Ellen is Ellen tonight, got it,
Johnny?"

   "Yeah," I said.

   I looked at Mom, and she rolled her eyes and shook her head, her full
lips pressed into a pout.  Let my sister be my sister, her facial
animations said.  I nodded, thinking about that taboo story Andrew had
shown me, about two mothers and their sons in a rambler, where kissing led
to fingering which led to a blowjob and finally fucking.  A chill ran
through me.  I shouldn't have been thinking about that.

   I smiled and turned back to the TV, the lengthening of my cock forcing
me to shift my hips to get comfortable.  Don't think about incest with your
mother, but that thought only flopped my cock across my sack like a line of
rope.

   I didn't pay much attention to the movie that Aunt Faye decided on.  I
think it was about a teen-turned-prostitute, but Faye was right about the
language.  It was soothing, tempting, a little on the Oh, poor me, my life
sucks and is so dramatic side, but it was still a pleasant sound.

   Less than five minutes into the movie, Aunt Faye whispered, "Good
timing."

   I turned my head and saw that my cousin had put his arm around his
mother's shoulders.  A chill ran through me, and I thought about putting my
left arm around my mother's shoulders, but chickened out.  Mom stared
straight ahead, sipping her wine with her right leg crossed over her left,
her foot bobbing up and down.

   "Not so fast," Faye whispered.

   Mom rolled her head toward mine, and I tilted mine close to hers.  Then
she nudged me with her elbow and went back to watching the movie.

   Move, damn you!  But I didn't move, and Mom sat next to me, bobbing her
foot across her knee and sipping her wine.

   "Don't rush," Faye whispered.

   Don't rush what?  I tried to see their reflection in the screen, but the
4K display wouldn't allow that from my angle.  Just put your arm around
your mother's shoulders!  She's going to think you're gender-stupid!

   "Easy, baby," Faye said.  She giggled.  "That's better, like that. 
Yeah."

   Minutes ticked by at a pace that made me want to yell.  First, it moved
too slowly as I sat frozen, watching my mother's leg kick.  Was Mom
impatient for me to get started or for the night to end?  Then time sped
up, sucking away my last chance of dating my mother for the night.

   "Too rough," Faye whispered.  "That's going to get you into trouble."
She took in a sharp breath.  "That's nice."

   I heard kissing.

   "My neck, you're good at that baby." Faye sighed.  "Girls will like
that."

   My aunt and my cousin were right next to us, but they might as well have
been a mile away for all that I could see.  I tilted my head in their
direction, as had my mother, and then she turned back to the TV, then to
me, and gave me a quirky smile.  She sipped her wine, looking me in the eye
and mouthed the words: My sister.  God.

   "That's right Andrew, go with your -"mm, ooh -"instincts," my aunt
whispered, her voice low -"almost too low to hear, with a teasing lilt that
I think she meant for my mother to hear.

   That mm sound had been a kiss.  Mom's leg kicked faster.  The wet sounds
of lips against lips came from my left, beyond Mom, followed by the short,
quiet merging of wet on wet before separating.  This went on for minutes
before Mom finally lifted her glass and downed the contents in three long
gulps.  She uncrossed her legs and set the glass between them and dropped
her right hand to my thigh, giving me a reassuring squeeze that promised me
that everything would be okay.

   Or was my mother encouraging me?

   It's just an arm dickhead, do it.

   I lifted my arms -"both of them -"stretching, and I swear I saw a smile
pull at my mother's lips from the corner of my eye.

   "Mm," my aunt whispered, breathing hard.  Their kissing grew wetter and
faster.  "Easy, baby, be easy with your date."

   I lowered my arms, wrapping my left arm around my mother's shoulders
while sliding my right down my side.

   Done!  I sighed, too loud, because a silent chuckle shook my mother's
shoulders.

   "Don't rush, Andrew," Faye said, her words breathless.  "Move your hand,
baby, don't rush your mother."

   I turned my head in my aunt's direction.  So had Mom.  I couldn't see
without leaning forward, so I didn't do it.  Mom raised her left hand and
placed it on mine, the one over her shoulder.  She squeezed and turned her
head so that she was facing me.

   The French language drifted from the TV like music, a sing-song chant
beckoning me into temptation.  Light from the screen danced across my
mother's face, basking her in a silvery-blue glow.  Her eyes met mine, and
her lips danced with electric energy, magnetizing them and pulling my mouth
down toward hers.

   Mom's eyes -"liquor-glazed -"closed, and my lips pressed into her.

   "Mm-hmm," Mom sighed.

   I swear sparks ignited across our lips on contact, creating a sizzling
line of blue and white light that danced across my tongue.  Mom pulled
away, but only for a moment as I followed her retreat.  I didn't have much
experience, but my mother did, and she guided me with her soft lips and
gentle touch, easing me into the kiss with tender come-hither licks of her
tongue against the underside of mine.

   My heart jumped into a trot, thumping against my chest, and my cock rose
in my shorts like a trumpeter raising his horn to the sky.  I turned my
body toward my mother, and she moaned again, her sound flowing into me as I
swallowed her meek noises of appreciation.  i "Slowly, baby, slowly," my
aunt whispered to her son.  "No, no, not there.  Andrew -"ah."

   Mom said nothing, continuing to kiss me as her sister struggled with her
own son just to the left us.  Time continued forward, and the louder sounds
coming from my aunt and cousin no longer registered with me.  I was lost in
my mother's lips and taste, the wine mixing with an all-too-familiar warmth
of the woman who had tucked me into bed at night and calmed my father when
I triggered his temper.  I didn't want this to end, but it did.  Just as I
turned toward my mother and placed my hand on her knee, the movie credits
rolled, and the soothing sound of a woman whispering in French disappeared,
and a manly voice-over for what was playing next blasted across the
speakers.

   "Whew," Mom said, stressing the word as she broke away from me and my
head tilted forward, but losing her lips anyway.  "That was fun guys, but I
think that's enough for tonight." And Mom punctuated her statement by
turning on the voice-commanded smart lights.

   "Oh, boy," Aunt Faye said, having to stand to break away from Andrew's
lips.  "Same time tomorrow, everyone?"

   "Yeah," Andrew said.

   Mom stared at my aunt, and Faye stared back, big-eyed and smiling wide,
her empty glass of wine in her left hand, her right hand on her hip.  She
bent forward, like a sitcom mother who had just announced her great idea
that probably wasn't a great idea.

   I said nothing and tried to cover my hard-on by putting my right foot on
my left knee in a figure-four, and I folded my hands over my lap.  Mom took
Faye to the kitchen, and there they talked over another glass of wine.  By
the time they had finished their drinks, Faye had talked my mother into
another date with her son.

   Saturday Night

   "So?" Andrew asked me as soon as we were in my room.  My mother had
wanted some alone time with her sister before our date started.  "How did
your mother act toward you today?  Sneak any kisses?"

   I shook my head.  "She wouldn't even talk to me this morning.  She's
been out all day."

   "Mine too," Andrew said.  "At one of her bikini bars.  Still, that was
fucking amazing.  We kissed our mothers: holy shit!  It's just like that
fucking story."

   "Let's go listen to them talk," I said.

   We left my room.  I noticed that my cousin was wearing clothing similar
to mine; loose shorts and a tight shirt, though I had almost dressed in a
pair of jeans.  A story was a story, but in real life, my mother wasn't
going to go down on me, and jeans would hide the hard-on that she was going
to give me much better than my shorts, but I sacked-up and went with the
shorts -"after I saw Andrew wearing his.  We sat at the top steps, looking
into the foyer, the living room to our right, and the kitchen back and
beyond our line of sight.

   "We kissed our fucking sons," my mother hissed.

   Andrew shrugged and whispered, "So?"

   I listened.

   "Good," Aunt Faye said.  "Someone should be.  Their fathers were getting
pussy in high school."

   "You don't think that's a little weird?"

   "Have a shot of tequila," Faye said.  "Down a glass or two of wine, then
see how much you care."

   "No alcohol," Mom said.  "I get to" -"she paused -""to -""

   "Impressionable?" Faye asked, laughing.  "It's just a kiss.  Andrew
loved it, and from what I could see, my nephew was pretty excited about it
too.  Face it: we're sexy to them."

   I blushed.

   Andrew bumped me with his elbow and nodded at my waist, saying, "She's
talking about your dick."

   What an asshole.

   "Faye," Mom said.  "These are our sons."

   "Let's switch then.  I'll date your son tonight, and you can date
Andrew." Faye laughed.  "Maybe he'll behave for you, that little shit was
all over me.  Teach Andrew how to be a gentleman for me; otherwise, his
butt is going to jail one day."

   "Stop joking," Mom said.  "You're fucking serious, aren't you?"

   "Wine, big sister; drink some." Faye paused for a moment.  "Your husband
is probably balls deep in some eighteen-year-old, clubhouse whore right
now."

   "No, he's not." Mom had lowered her voice when she had said that, and I
frowned at the deflated breath that followed.  "He doesn't do that
anymore."

   I looked at Andrew and said, "My dad doesn't cheat."

   "I don't care," he said.

   "Asshole."

   We waited, and Faye mentioned tequila again, and we listened to our
mothers drink not one, but two shots.  By now, I was bouncing my knee up
and down, ready to get the night started.

   "Fine," Mom finally said.  "I'll date Andrew, and you can have my son."

   "Oh, I can, can I?" Faye laughed.  "Ah, yeah!  That a girl." Faye made a
squealing sound.  "Isn't that what your husband says when he spanks you? 
That a girl!"

   Mom didn't laugh, but she did leave the kitchen.  "Andrew, Johnny, get
down her boys.  It's date night."

   "Showtime," Andrew said.

   We went downstairs.  Mom was wearing cotton pajamas, the thin kind that
you could pluck little pieces of fuzz off.  Her shirt was a button-up, and
the pants tied with a looped drawstring.  Aunt Faye had on another
off-the-shoulder crop top, black, and matching, body-clinging, Capri
leggings, the kind with seams that ran up and down the legs and around the
waist and right down the center of her muff, drawing the eyes to her
bulging cameltoe.  My fucking aunt had no shame.  I loved it.

   "Date night," Faye said, her excitement shining through her wide,
white-toothed smile.  "With a twist.  We are switching partners tonight, so
go easy on your old aunt, Johnny."

   "You're not old," I said, my voice low, but at least I didn't blush when
I complimented her.

   "Oh, you sweet talker," Faye said.  "Come sit with me, let's watch a
movie.  And remember: trust your instincts."

   The lights went off, and our mothers sat in the middle of the couch
again.  I sat on Faye's left side.  Andrew sat on my mother's right side.
My cousin wasn't one to not be aggressive, but my mind was more concerned
with my skinny, sexy aunt than with my mother's ability to fight my cousin
off if she wanted to.

   "Let's go old school," Aunt Faye said.  "I caught my father watching
this movie a few times, remember Ellen?"

   Mom laughed and said, "Raw Justice," when Faye selected the movie on the
Smart TV using the On-Demand feature.

   "It's a terrible movie, but it has some scenes with Pamela Anderson
-"who was a hot back in the day -"worth watching." Faye laughed as she
spoke.  "Don't worry about the movie: remember that this date is about how
you men treat young ladies."

   "Like last night," Andrew said, and before the words finished leaving
his mouth, I felt his arm slide across the back of the couch.

   My mom made a sound, and I saw her left arm rise, bringing her glass of
wine to her lips.  I had to control my breathing, and the rush of blood
into my shorts sent a shiver through my shoulders.  Why didn't I put my
hand around Faye's shoulders?

   Less than a minute after the opening credits, Aunt Faye turned her head
to me and whispered, "What are you waiting for?"

   "The right moment," I whisper-mumbled back to her.

   Faye put her hand on my thigh and squeezed.  "Don't be shy; I won't
bite."

   My aunt had leaned into me, and the whisper of her lips left ghostly
impressions against my ear.  I trembled, and she pressed her fingertips
into my thigh.  My cock thickened, sending a pulse of pleasure through my
shaft.  I lifted my right arm, sliding it around my aunt's narrow
shoulders, and an anxious buzz curled around my neck.

   "See," Faye said, "that wasn't hard."

   My heart hammered beneath my chest, and I struggled to control my
breathing.

   Faye snuggled into me.  "You're comfortable," she said.  "You have a
comfortable body."

   My next breath trembled from my lips.

   My mother made a muffled noise, and I heard Andrew whisper, "You're
beautiful, Ellen." I think, but I'm not sure, if I heard the sound of one
set of lips pressing against someone's skin.  Aunt Faye's fingers slid
toward my inner thigh, near my knee.  She looked straight ahead, watching
the movie.

   I took a slow, deep breath and turned my head toward her.  At the same
time, I tightened my grip on her shoulder and slid my hand near her upper
chest.  I heard that pressing of lips again as my aunt slid her hand higher
up my thigh.  I pressed my forehead against the side of her head, her
floral-scented hair brushing my nose.

   "Andrew," my mom whispered.

   Another kiss-like sound followed her voice.

   I nuzzled my aunt's hair, then lower, moving my mouth toward her neck.
She sighed and tilted her head, allowing me to press my lips against her
skin.  The moment I connected with my aunt, warmth flushed across my
cheeks, and my heartbeat thumped against my chest.  I heard that kissing
sound again, followed by a low mumble from my mother, and pressed my lips
against my aunt's neck where it curved into her shoulder.

   "Mm," Aunt Faye sighed.  "That's good, Johnny.  That's how you get a
girl in the mood."

   My cock jumped, tenting my shorts.  The light from the TV wasn't dark
enough to hide my excitement.  On the screen, Pamela Anderson was running
around in a gray tank top and jean shorts.  I think she was playing a
hooker, but I wasn't paying attention to the movie -"she was fucking hot,
though.  Sounds drifted to me, but the only ones I paid attention to were
the sighs that my aunt made and the quiet protests that my mother uttered
to my persistent cousin.

   I kissed higher on my aunt's neck, just below her ear.  She trembled and
shifted away, acting playful as she leaned into me again.  I caressed her
shoulder and slid my lips to her cheek.  She moved into me, and I moved
closer to her mouth.

   "Andrew -"mm -"wait. . . ." my mom's words ended in a sigh and heard the
reluctant sounds of her lips against my cousin's.

   My cock swelled, and a bead of pre-cum bubbled at the tip.  I reached up
with my left hand, placed my fingers on my aunt's chin, and gently turned
her head toward mine.  My aunt narrowed her eyes and licked her lips.  I
sighed as I pressed my lips to my aunt's mouth for a kiss unlike any I had
ever given her before.

   Her warmth sent heat throughout my neck and cheeks.  Sweat formed on my
brow.  My aunt pressed into me, opening her mouth and slipping her tongue
between my lips.  The movements that followed were slow and steady, a
cautionary tasting of my tongue and gently urging me to pick up the pace. I
kissed her a little harder, but not faster, doing my best to match my
motions to her gentle and salacious tongue-strokes.

   "Andrew, honey," my mother whispered.

   "Mm, Ellen," Andrew murmured.

   "Don't worry about them," Aunt Faye said, whispering the words against
my lips as our noses touched.  "Your mother is a big girl."

   My aunt turned into me and reached across my lap -"just over the tip of
my hard-on -"and grabbed my left hand.  She pulled it to her as we kissed
and placed it on her side, then she slid her hand up my arm to my shoulder
and continued to kiss me.

   Faye felt so fucking small and thin, and my hand moved on its own, up
her side and over her ribs.  Electric tingles ran up my arm.  On the
screen, a shootout was taking place.  Mom whispered something, and she
gasped.  I moved my hands upward, right behind the swells of my aunt's big
tits.  If I just pulled them my way, I could touch them, and I didn't think
she'd mind one bit.

   On the TV screen, someone told someone to shut up.

   "Watch the movie for a second," Faye whispered, pulling her lips from
mine.  "We caught our father jerking off to what's about to happen."

   I didn't want to leave her lips, but my aunt slid her right cheek
against my left, and like a mother lion nudging her cubs, she pushed my
eyes in the direction of the TV.

   This Pamela Anderson lady was a fucking hottie, an easy ten.  She had
blonde hair, and she was young, with big tits and a tight, skinny body with
small, firm muscles running underneath.  Her tan made her shine, and I
promised myself that I would look-up this days-gone-by sex symbol the next
time that I was alone.

   "Watch and learn," Faye said.

   On-screen, some grizzle-faced -"possibly a drunk -"guy had her up
against a wall.  He gave her his gun to hold, a big steel six-shooter, and
she did, lifting it above her head.  She raised her other arm just as her
costar flipped her tank top over her two big tits.

   Pamela breathed deep, her body jerked, and the actor went to work on her
breasts.  He squeezed them, his fingers long and big around her mounds, and
he sucked her left nipple into his mouth.  He made love to her perfect tits
-"so much like my aunt's -"and he squeezed them so that they pushed outward
toward his mouth.  Pamela dropped one hand as if to drive him away, her
body moving in a wave, but he moved downward, and she released a faint moan
from her lips.

   "She's stunned," my aunt said.  "In real life, the scene took her by
surprise."

   My mother made a moaning sound.  Andrew's breathing increased.  Their
struggle faded away as I watched Pamela Anderson get molested on the TV.

   The actor moved down her stomach and unsnapped the button holding her
jean shorts together.  He turned Pamela around, her pussy away from us, and
when she faced the wall that she had been leaning against, the actor pulled
her shorts and panties down her perfect legs.  Wisps of her pubic hair
silhouetted the screen, and the crescents of her perfectly sloping ass came
into view.  The actor wasted no time: he dove mouth first between her
cheeks, kissing and biting her butt.  Pam Anderson wiggled as he licked and
kissed her ass.

   "So sexy," Aunt Faye whispered.

   The actor stood.  He pushed down his pants, the camera panning upward so
that only Pamela's tits and the tank top sitting above them filled the
screen.  She moaned as he entered her, and then he fucked her against the
wall.  She uttered soft whimpers as he humped her little body, taking
advantage of the scene, and just when the sex was at its peak, the fucking
movie cut away to a sky shot of some casino.

   "Fuck," I whispered.

   "Depends on how you treat a lady," Faye said.

   I turned my head and kissed my aunt with renewed vigor.

   I had my right hand on my aunt's shoulder.  She faced me, turning in her
seat.  Her left hand fell to my thigh, her right stayed on my shoulder, and
my left hand slid back to where it had been, level with and just behind her
tit.  She pushed her mouth into me.  Our kisses sounded wet and much
smoother than the hushed, strained voices of Andrew and my mother.  I
pulled my left hand toward me, the heel of my palm grazing my aunt's tit.
She kissed me harder, then the side-bulge of her soft breast filled my
palm.

   "Mm," Aunt Faye moaned.

   "Wait," my mother gasped.  "Wait, wait -"wait!" she didn't shout it, but
she was out of breath, and the sound had come out a gasp.  She stood.  "We
need a break." She was panting.

   Faye groaned into my mouth, but she stood with my mother and said, "We
need more tequila."

   I watched them walk to the kitchen, their heads and shoulders viewable
above the back of the couch and over the breakfast bar that separated the
kitchen from the living room.

   "Fuck," Andrew whispered.  "Your mom is fucking hot."

   "Go easy on her."

   "We're on a date," Andrew said.  "We're supposed to test their limits."
He gave me a funny look.  "She hasn't said no, so . . .  you know?"

   I shrugged.  She hadn't said no.

   I watched my aunt and my mother drink a shot of tequila each.  They put
their heads together, mumbled together, and Faye laughed.  She whispered to
my mother, who whispered right back.  A few minutes went by, my hard-on
never softening as I studied the line of my aunt's jaw and my mother's
pouty expression when she turned her face toward us.  Several minutes went
by, but they finally returned to the living room.

   "The dates haven't changed," Faye said, "but Johnny, you're going to sit
in the middle next to your mother."

   "Okay," I said, not understanding why, but I slid over.

   My mother sat down, and so did Faye, her body tilted toward mine.

   "So, where were we?" Faye asked and held her arms out to me.

   I moved into my aunt.  She leaned back into the arm of the couch and
lifted her legs crossways over mine.  I placed my hands on her sides, and
we kissed again.  Behind me, I heard more kissing, with muffled moans and
sighs and my cousin's excited breathing.

   I moved my fingers over my aunt's body, curling them over her ribs and
rowing my thumbs over her front, just beneath her breasts.  I wanted to
move higher.  I had touched the side of her tit already.  Why not more?  I
slid my hands upward, but only a little, too afraid to g higher.

   "Go ahead," my aunt whispered.  "I won't tell your mother if you won't."
We kissed.  "You're my date tonight, and I'm easy."

   My heart swelled, matching the size of my cock.  It took three kisses to
find my courage, and I raised my right hand over my aunt's left breast.

   "Ah," my aunt sighed as her softness filled my palms.  She breathed hard
through her mouth, her breasts rising and falling sharply.

   "Thank you, Aunt Faye," I whispered.

   My aunt giggled, but softly, for my ears only and our tongues continued
to dance.  I held her breast, squeezing and stroking, the thin material of
her top letting me feel the lack of her bra.  Her nipple poked into my
hand, the hard, rubbery flesh rolling with my motions.

   "Andrew -"no, mm -"no," my mom mumbled behind me, but whatever that no
was for, it didn't stop what he was doing.  "You little shit."

   "I am, Ellen, I am," Andrew moaned.  He was even more excited than
before.

   The sound of Andrew's voice turned up my aunt's excitement.  She grabbed
my right wrist and dragged it down her body.  When I touched the skin of
her stomach, she pulled my hand upward beneath her top.  I moaned into her
mouth as her warm breast filled my palm.

   "Yeah, baby, that's it," Faye said, her words lengthened by her desire.
"That's how you touch a woman."

   Mom made a sound that Andrew quickly swallowed.

   I pinched and rolled my aunt's nipples one at a time.  She moaned, the
sound causing my balls to release enough pre-cum to wet my shorts.  My
balls tingled.  My mind shot forward, ahead of my thoughts and fears, and I
moved solely on my dick's need to come.  Aunt Faye rubbed the back of her
legs over my cock.  I moaned and squeezed her left breast; then, I pulled
my hand out of her shirt.

   Faye whimpered.

   I flipped my aunt's shirt over her tits.

   "You bad little boy," Aunt Faye said, smiling and laughing as I lowered
my head to the dark nipples capping her big breasts.

   I took her left nipple into my mouth, opening my lips like the man who
had sucked on Pam Anderson's tits minutes not too long ago.

   "Mm," my aunt moaned, and she rolled her body upward, giving me her
breasts to suck.  "Mm, yeah, mm."

   I wrapped my fingers around the base of my aunt's breasts and squeezed.
She moaned.  Behind me, my mother whimpered.  I coned my aunt's tits and
sucked her nipples into my mouth, biting and pulling the rubbery,
eraser-thick nubs.  My cock jerked in my pants.  Faye ran her fingers
through my hair as I left trails of spit over her tits.  She rubbed my cock
with her legs again, and my hips jerked.

   Oh no!

   My balls tingled -"the energy buzzing and filling my thighs with a surge
of power that needed releasing.  My cock swelled; the inside constricting
and a strained pleasure shot through me.  I latched onto my aunt's breasts
and moaned.  She uttered a surprised gasp, and then I came.  She held me to
her tits as my cum surged through my shaft and into my shorts, wetting me.

   "That's it," Aunt Faye whispered.  "Get it all out for me.  That's it.
That's a good boy."

   I trembled and shivered, doing my best to hide from my cousin and my
mother that I had just jizzed my pants.  What an asshole I was.

   When the shaking ended, I lay against my aunt's round tits and looked up
at her.  She smiled at me and said a series of words that I knew I would
never forget.

   "I'm going to clean up that mess in your pants for you, okay," she said
and nodded her encouragement at me in the way mothers do when they need to
convince their kids to climb aboard a rollercoaster for the first time.

   I caved under the pressure of my aunt's arms and sat back, sinking into
the couch.  She curled her calves beneath her hamstrings, the heels of her
feet touching her butt.  She smiled at me, my aunt's wide-stretching lips
giddy with excitement, that wild-energy she carried alive in the dark pool
of her eyes and flushed cheeks.

   My shaft was still hard, and getting harder when I realized that my aunt
was going to suck my dick.

   She leaned forward, shifting her knees back and her head down.  Her
fingers hooked into the waistband of my shorts, and she pulled.  I lifted
my butt to help her, unaware and uncaring of what my mother might say, and
I didn't give a fuck at what Andrew might say either.  I was about to get
my first blow job, and no power in the world was about to stop that.

   My cock sprang free, sticking straight up at the ceiling.

   "Oh, whoa, more than a fucking mouthful," Faye whispered, giggling. 
"Let me just -"mmph!"

   I dropped my head back and moaned.

   "Look," I heard Andrew whisper.

   Heat and wetness slithered over my mushroom tip.  My heart raced, and my
chest heaved.  My aunt's tongue moved like a magic wand, and every caress
of my glans sent shocks through my shaft down to my asshole.

   I moaned again.

   "Stop," my mother whispered.

   "Come on," Andrew said.

   I glanced in their direction.  Andrew had his left hand on the back of
my mother's head, and she fought against the pressure he was putting on
her. I breathed deep, watching, and trembling as my aunt sucked cum from my
cock with her two beautiful lips.

   "Fine," Andrew whispered.

   He curled his left fingers in my mother's hair and clenched them.  She
gasped, and he brought his right hand around and cupped my mother's small
left breast through her top.

   "Hmm," my mother whispered.  She rolled her head, fighting my cousin's
grasp on her hair.  It was no use.  She couldn't break his grip.

   He began undoing Mom's top: the first button, the second, the third,
each one revealing more of my mother's skin to my eyes.  Aunt Faye never
stopped sucking.  She cupped my balls just as my cousin swept the halves of
my mother's shirt away from her tits.  The light from the TV bathed her
small, pink nipples in a whitish glow.  I bucked my hips.  Andrew took my
mother's right tit his hand, squeezing and lowering his mouth to the small
mound in his palm.

   "Oh god," Mom moaned.

   I sighed.

   "Umm, umm, umm," Aunt Faye moaned around my cock.  "Umm, mm, umm,
uh-uh-uh." The sounds were so fucking wet and garbled, porn-like, and she
mouth-fucked my cock with growing speed.

   Andrew slurped his mouth from my mother's tit and looked downward.  He
pushed his fingertips into her pajama pants, beneath the elastic band.  Mom
had clenched her thighs shut, and Andrew fought to get his fingers past her
mound.

   "Andrew, wait," Mom sighed, the sound frustrated, but not angry.  She
sighed again, almost resigned to what was happening to her.

   "Spread them," Andrew said.  "Spread your legs, Ellen."

   Faye moaned and pushed her mouth all the way down my shaft.  She
swallowed my girth and forced me into her throat by turning her neck in
circles, screwing herself onto my meat.  I gasped, and she huffed,
breathing hard through her nostrils as she struggled not to gag.

   "Open up," Andrew groaned.

   I reached over to them.  I wasn't thinking.  I just did it.  I lowered
my hand to my mother's left thigh and muscled my fingers between her legs.
I found a grip and pulled her leg hard to my side -"spreading her.

   "Fuck," Mom gasped.

   Andrew's hand entered her loose-fitting pajama pants.

   "Oh no," Mom moaned.

   I tugged on my mother's pants.  Andrew did the same.  We wrestled with
her squirming butt until not just her pants lay stretched between her
knees, but her panties too.  I looked down, amazed by the sight of my
mother's pussy, the lips bare, and her mound covered in an inverted
triangle of fluffy hair.

   "Fuck," I gasped.

   "No, boys, no," my mother whimpered.

   I slid my hand up and down her my mother's inner thigh.  Andrew cupped
my mother's pussy, his fingers finding her lips, and judging by my mother's
grimace and low groan, he had pushed his digits right into her hole.  He
sawed his fingers in and out of her, and despite my mother's protests, wet
sounds licked at the fingers between her legs.

   "No, fuck, oh fuck, fuck," Mom whimpered.  She arched her back and slid
her butt down the cushion, giving my cousin better access to her cunny. 
"Oh, fuck, you little shits."

   Aunt Faye continued slurping on my meat.  She pulled up and sucked on my
knob while jerking my shaft.  Her fingers gripped me hard, the pressure
starting to awake the cum still left in my balls.  A tingle started in my
sack, and I knew that I wasn't going to last much longer.

   I looked over my mother's body.  She had laid her head back; the fight
had gone out of her.  She held her arms over her head, elbows out, and
spread open, and they stayed that way.  Her little tits rose up and down,
her slim stomach rolled, and my cousin worked two of his fingers between
her pussy lips with youthful vigor.

   But he's ignoring her clit.

   In a daze, I slid my hand up the meat of my mother's thigh.  This time,
Faye gagged on my cock as her mouth sank all the way down to my balls.  My
hips bucked.  My aunt mumbled something wet around my cock.  I slid my hand
over my mother's thigh, up to the swell of her mound.  I touched her soft
flesh and moved downward.  Mom moaned louder, stronger, and when my fingers
slid down her fuzzy peach and over her clitoral hood, she gasped.

   I pressed my middle finger against the meat of her pink nub.  My ring
and forefinger bracketed her silky pearl, and I squeezed and pushed down,
doing my best to help my mother come.

   "Oh god, oh god, oh, fuck!" Mom moaned, her voice rising.

   I leaned over, turning my hips, and my wild, cat-like aunt followed me.
She slid to the front of me, onto her knees, and chased my prick as I
lowered my mouth to my mother's lips.  It was a strange press of bodies,
but our mothers were small women and experienced, and the moment my lips
touched my mother's, she came.

   I came.

   Pussy juice gushed from her cunny, and cum surged through my shaft.

   "Umm, umm, umm," my aunt as she swallowed my seed.

   I gasped into my mother's mouth.  She trembled.  I had never felt
anything as energizing as that moment, and as my breathing slowed, so did
my mother's.

   We fell back, all of us.  Each one of us was breathing hard.

   My mother stood first.  She didn't say a word or bother to fix her
clothes.  She shuffled through the living room and went upstairs in
silence. I put my cock away, my shorts slimy and uncomfortable.  My aunt
went to the kitchen to clean up.  She came back with three shots of
tequila.

   "Cheers, boys," she said, her voice loud and proud, a little too excited
over the taboo we had just committed.  "You deserve this." Aunt Faye downed
her shot and smiled at us, absolutely beaming.  "What a crazy night, huh,
boys?"

   "Yeah," Andrew said.  "It was great, Mom."

   "What about my mom?" I asked.

   "I'll talk to her," Aunt Faye said.  "And be ready for next Friday,
Johnny.  Our date nights are far from over." She smiled at Andrew and me.
"You two still have a lot to learn."

   The look in her eyes gave me the chills -"the great kind.

   A Long Week

   Sunday to Friday took forever.  Mom didn't come out of her room on
Sunday, and when she did, I was in my room, and I didn't have the guts to
leave it.  Around midday, I walked to her bedroom and almost knocked on her
door.  Almost.  I stood outside of her room with my fist raised and my head
down, staring at her doorknob.  Should I knock?  Should I not knock?  I
held my hand up in a fist until sweat beaded my forehead, and my breathing
deepened.  My heart's thumping billowed around my skull, but in the end, I
turned around and walked back to my room.

   I spent most of Sunday watching and reading porn and wondering if
everything would be okay between my mother and me from now on.

   When my dad came home Sunday night, I couldn't look him in the eyes, but
he didn't even notice.  He was too busy telling me about another of his
golfing weekends that I didn't care about.  Golf didn't interest me.

   The mornings were the easiest and the hardest times for me for the rest
of the week.  I had school, and Mom went to work.  I wanted to be at home,
and I was glad to be away.  The more I thought about it, the more energy I
had, and the more I wanted to throw my desk aside and sprint home, but
after school was a different matter.  I'd come home tense and unsure with
an invisible hand clenching my heart, making it difficult to breathe. 
Those feelings would pass the moment I stepped through the doorway, but
still, I could do without them.

   Mom ignored me most of Monday, except for when she called me for dinner,
and we made small talk at our table.  She didn't make eye contact with me,
but I didn't try to make eye contact with her either.  Dad didn't notice.
He ate, drank a beer, and talked about next weekend's golf getaway.

   I heard Mom talking on the phone with Aunt Faye later that night, but I
didn't stick around to find out what they were talking about.

   Tuesday night was a little better.  Mom came home after I did, and Dad
had to work late before his bowling league started.  Mom told me the news
with a frown on her face and a touch of sulk to her voice.  I nodded and
asked her if she wanted to watch TV with me.  I don't know why I asked
that. Mom gave me a sharp look and shook her head, and walked to the
kitchen to make dinner.

   We ate quietly together, and Mom asked me about my day.  I shrugged. 
Dad called and said he wouldn't be home until late-late.  His bowling team
was having drinks after their matches; he did the same thing with his pool
team.  Mom sighed and watched me eat.  I dropped my head as she stared at
me, too unsure of what was going behind her eyes to meet them.

   "Johnny," Mom said, "you know that we went a bit too far the other
night, right?"

   I didn't say anything.

   "Johnny?" Mom said, gently stressing my name.

   "I guess," I said and shrugged.  "Faye didn't think so."

   We sat in silence until I went upstairs, my meal unfinished.

   Wednesday night came, and I spent the late afternoon texting my cousin.

   Mom says we're going to practice date this Friday, Andrew texted late
into our conversation.  A part of me wondered if he was jerking off over
our reminiscing and my description of his mother's blow job, but I didn't
ask him because I didn't want to know.

   My mom isn't into it, I wrote.

   She had better get into it, Andrew texted back.  My mom won't do
anything with me until we're on a date.

   What am I supposed to do?

   I'll talk to my mom, Andrew sent.  Think about it, if we have more to
learn, what comes after that?  It will be open season on their pussies.

   I didn't answer back, ending our conversation.  He probably was jerking
off.

   Mom came home and went right to her room.  Two hours later she called me
downstairs and gave me a twenty.  She was dressed up, sort of, in jeans and
a tight shirt that showed off her little breasts, though I could see the
outline of a bra beneath it.

   "Order yourself a pizza if you want," Mom said.  "I'm going out with
Faye tonight."

   "Where's Dad?" I asked.

   "He's bar-hopping." Mom's lips tightened when she said that.  She was
looking into the wall mirror hanging in the foyer and running her hands
through her short, blonde hair.  "I'm not coming home until after he's gone
to bed.  Text me when that happens."

   "Okay," I said.

   "Or I might stay at Faye's; I don't know.  Have a good night."

   "You too," I said.  I didn't want Mom staying at my cousin's without me.

   Mom frowned and turned to me.  She walked over to me, wrapped her arms
around me and gave me a hug, finishing it with a kiss on my cheek by
getting up onto her toes.

   "It's been a rough week," Mom said.  "A surprising week.  I need to talk
to my sister about it."

   I nodded.

   "John," Mom said, "you know I love you."

   I nodded.

   "But I'm your mother, okay?"

   "I know," I said and watched her leave.

   Dad came home around ten.  I had pocketed the twenty.  He grumbled about
Mom being out and went to bed with a glass of whiskey on ice in his hands.
I texted Mom and told her how drunk Dad was, and that he'd be out soon. 
Mom surprised by saying that she'd be home soon, and she surprised me by
sending me several big, red kissing emojis.

   Not long after, I received a text from Faye, who told me to help my
mother into the house.  Mom had changed into a femme mini dress, beige with
black embroidery, an open back, and ruffled skirt hem.  She still wore her
tennis shoes from earlier, and since it fit Mom perfectly, there was no way
it had belonged to Faye.

   "One of my waitresses loaned it to her," Faye said.

   I walked my stumbling mother to the couch and sat her down.  Faye
grabbed my hand and pulled me to the door.

   "How have you been, big boy?" my aunt asked.

   I blushed.

   She laughed, happy and loud.

   "Take care of your mother," Faye said and winked.

   I nodded.

   "Give me a goodnight kiss, baby," Faye said.  "But don't tell Andrew.  I
mean it."

   I narrowed my brow and tilted my head.  My aunt stood in the doorway,
the light from the front door lamp falling on her dark hair.

   "Jesus, Johnny," Faye said, and she grabbed my shirt and pulled me down
to her.

   Her lips touched mine, and I slid my hands around her waist to the small
of her back.  Our mouths slid together, her spit wet and warm, and then her
tongue pushed past my lips, and she rubbed the tip against the underside of
my tongue.  We danced together like this for a short time before she pulled
away.

   "Johnny, honey, baby," Faye said.  She stroked my cheek with the back of
her fingers while she talked.  "As your aunt, I'm telling you this because
I love you: Don't be a pussy.  You need to go for it from the start;
otherwise, a girl is going to lose interest.  Now go take care of your
mother." She bit her lower lip.  "She drank a bit much, and you know how
she gets when she drinks too much."

   My aunt turned and skip-walked to her car, her keys jingling in her
right hand.  I waited until she drove away before closing my door and
checking on Mom.

   "Are you okay, Mom?" I asked.  "Can I get you anything?"

   "Johnny," Mom said, "dim the lights, okay, baby?" She spoke in a soft,
soothing tone, her words languid and unrushed.  She smiled; her lips
crimson with cosmetics, her eyes settled into a half-sleep.

   I dimmed the lights.

   "Music," Mom said.  "We were dancing tonight." She laughed softly. 
"That's what we should be teaching you boys: How to dance."

   I licked my lips.  My heart was beating fast.  Mom lay on the couch, her
short, borrowed dress hugging her in silky material that didn't hide the
feel of her body beneath it.  I took a deep breath.

   Don't be a pussy.

   "You can show me right now, Mom," I whispered, but I tried to put some
backbone in it.  "It would be nice to do more with you than just" -"I
paused, my cock swelling -""you know."

   Mom turned her head toward me.  She opened her eyes, but I couldn't see
their color in the dim light.  What I did see was a golden nimbus reflected
in her pupils.

   "Yeah, baby?" Mom asked.  "Do you want to spend time with me?"

   I nodded.

   "Someone should," I said.

   "Cheeky boy," Mom said.  "But you're right; someone should spend time
with me.  Help me up, and I'll teach you how to dance."

   First, I put on music, using our TV and finding a soft, mellow jazz
channel that would be easy to slow dance to.  I didn't think Mom could do
anything fast, and I was no dancer.

   I helped Mom stand.  We stood in the three feet of space between the
couch and the coffee table, and Mom didn't give me any instructions.  She
put her arms around my waist and laid her head on my left shoulder, and I
slid my arms around her shoulders, her body small against mine, and that
was a strange revelation.  Mom had always seemed larger than life to me
when I was growing up.

   We moved to the music, our hips swaying, our feet barely moving.  I
didn't know what I was doing or what I was supposed to do, but I closed my
eyes and breathed in deep, the scent of alcohol mixing with my mother's
perfume and the herbal fragrance of her shampoo.

   I pulled her to me, and she hugged herself tighter to my body.  I let my
hands slid down the middle of her back.  Her warm skin sent a flush through
me, and her small breasts pushing against me continued the blood-flow all
the way down into my cock.

   I hardened against her.

   "Johnny," Mom whispered, stressing my name.

   "Yeah?"

   "Nothing," Mom said.  "I like the way you dance."

   I said nothing, but I moved my hands lower.  Mom's arms beneath mine and
around my waist made it hard for me to reach below the middle of her back.

   "Do you like our dates, baby?" Mom asked.

   "Yes," I said and hugged her.

   "You've learned a lot?"

   "Yes."

   "Your aunt," Mom said, and laughed, the sound heavy with sarcasm.  "She
taught you a lot on Saturday, didn't she?"

   "She did," I said.

   "I let Andrew get carried away." Mom stared up at me.  "Didn't I?"

   I nodded.

   Mom smiled.

   "And you," she said.  "You got a little carried away with me, too,
didn't you?"

   I lowered my head and nodded.

   "Does your aunt teach better than me?"

   "No," I said, not hesitating.

   Mom smiled.

   "Show me what your aunt taught you, and let's see if you learned
anything new."

   Mom stared at me, waiting.  I lowered my head, a saxophone solo playing
in the background, the sound guiding my lips to my mother's.  They touched,
and her mouth opened quickly, and our tongues met, and I wrestled my
mother's back into her mouth.  She nipped at me and slid her tongue around
mine, our rough skin gliding together.

   Mom slid her hands back and up, pulling her arms from beneath mine so
that she could wrap her fingers around my neck.  I lowered my hand down the
length of her backless dress, her skin slick beneath my fingertips, and I
dipped them below the waistline of her dress.

   "Hmm," Mom sighed.

   My fingers touched the waistline of her panties.  The lace tickled me,
and below the lace, the silk kissed my skin, and I moved lower, cupping my
mother's small and firm ass in my hands.

   "Mm," Mom moaned into my mouth.

   I squeezed her ass.

   "Mm," she moaned again.

   I squeezed Mom's cheeks together and pulled them apart.  She whimpered.
I squeezed and pulled apart, squeezed, and pulled apart, slipping my hands
sideways along her buns until my fingers connected with skin.  Her little,
round butt was tight with muscle under a layer of mid-thirties softness,
the perfect combination of feminine smoothness and still-in-shape firmness.
I pushed inward beneath her panties, looking for her crack.

   "Okay," Mom said, breaking our kiss.  She was panting.  "Okay." She
pushed away from me and stumbled onto the couch.  "You learn fast, baby."

   I stood above her, breathing hard.

   "Go to bed," Mom said.  "Go to bed for now."

   I stood there, thinking.

   "Johnny," Mom said, her slurred voice stern.  "Go to bed."

   I blinked.

   "Okay," I said.  "Goodnight, Mom."

   And I went upstairs.

   Thursday night arrived, and I entered the house after school with more
confidence than I had in the last three days.  I didn't know what to
expect, but my heart jumped into a double-quick beat as I crossed the
threshold into my house.  And, my mom wasn't even home yet.

   It was sometime before sunset when my cousin texted me.  He sent me two
sets of pictures of his mother that widened my eyes.  In one, she was
wearing a crimson bra and matching thong, and in the next, she was wearing
a black bra and matching G-string, her panties riding high on her hips.  I
scrolled through the front, and the back views and a close-up view of her
butt stole my breath.  Faye stood with her slender legs spread and her
little butt taking up my screen.  The bottoms of her cheeks swept away like
stage curtains, and below, in each picture, her soft pussy lay muffled
against the bulging fabric of her panties and the smooth folds of her outer
labia lay uncovered by the thin gusset cupping her sex.

   Fuck me; I could see her smoothness in 4K, and every goosebump and
smooth line of skin.  I was going to jerk off to these soon.

   We're going out on a date tonight, Andrew wrote, adding a winking
smiley-faced emoji.  She wants to know which pair she should wear for me.
More emojis.  For me, motherfucker!

   The black, they're smaller, I sent.

   That's what I thought.  Thanks.

   That was the end of our conversation, but by then, Mom had come home, as
had my father a few minutes later.  They didn't talk much, but Mom smiled
at me and told me that dinner would be ready soon.  We ate, and Mom had a
glass of wine with her meal, and my father had a Jack and Coke.  There was
something between them, a tension, the air thick and trembling with an
invisible force that kept them apart.  Mom spent most of the dinner talking
to me: How was your day?  Did you have fun?  Did any girls catch your eye?
Dad perked up at the mention of girls.

   "If you took part in any sports, you'd probably get a cheerleader or
two," he said.

   "I work out on my own," I said.

   "Being athletic is not the same as being an athlete." Dad smiled.  "Golf
is a good choice if you don't want too many lift weights." He leaned
forward.  "You should see some of the girls -""

   "My son does lift weights, and leave my boy alone," Mom said, her voice
whip-sharp.  "A patch on a jacket isn't what will attract the girls to him.
Experience will."

   Mom sipped her wine and smiled at me as she put her glass down and
winked so fast I almost missed mist it.  I blushed, and Dad concentrated on
his drink and a golfer's magazine.  Dinner ended, and we went our separate
ways.

   I walked downstairs later that night to get a glass of water when I
heard Dad say, "I had more than cuddling in mind last night, but you
weren't here."

   I stepped into the foyer, and Mom saw me.  She lay on our couch, and Dad
sat in a recliner, and something procedural played on TV.  Mom didn't
respond to Dad, who was drinking another Jack and Coke.  Mom had some wine
left in her glass, and she downed it as I walked the perimeter of the
living room on my way to the kitchen.  Her eyes followed me until they
couldn't, and I poured myself a glass of water from our purifier and headed
back upstairs, her eyes following me again.

   "I'm going to bed," Mom muttered in her languid, half-pouting
liquor-voice as I reached the stairs.

   "Goodnight," Dad said, his tone blunt and uncaring.

   I walked to the left once I reached the landing, and turned right to my
room that was over the kitchen, away from Mom's room that was to the left,
and over the living room.  I had my own restroom, and so did she, and there
was one under the stairs of our two-bedroom condo, and the thought that our
condo was too small, entered my mind.

   Too small for what?

   Mom's foot tapped on the hallway's wooden' floor.

   I looked at her, and she looked at me.  She was wearing a cotton pajama
nightshirt, the kind designed for women that looked like man's shirt.  It
stopped at mid-thigh on her, and the sides had an upward oval cutout that
showed off her legs almost to her hips.  Mom turned and looked toward the
stairs and then walked to my room.  I stepped inside and turned on the
light, but as she entered, she turned it off and closed my door halfway.  I
set my water on my nightstand and sat on my bed, the only light entering my
room was from the full moon shining through my slatted blinds, so that
darkness and shadow fell in alternating lines across my room.

   Mom sat next to me on my bed.

   "Your aunt wants to double date again," Mom said.  "Tomorrow night,
after your father leaves."

   "I'd like that."

   Mom laughed, her voice low, and said, "You would."

   I nodded.

   Mom licked her lips.

   I shivered, my blood rushing through my veins.

   "Do you need some practice tonight?" Mom asked.  The wine on her breath
reached my nostrils, and I breathed it in.  "You need to catch up to your
cousin's eagerness.  He starts to fast, and you start too slow."

   I nodded again, my heart racing.

   "Make the first move," Mom said.  "Practice your initiative with me."

   I moved forward, my cock swelling.

   Mom didn't move back as I slid my arms around her waist and pressed my
lips to hers.  Her arms wrapped around my neck, and she pulled me to her,
uttering a soft whine as my tongue entered her mouth.  Our breathing turned
heavy, and the faint sounds of the TV barely reached my ears.

   "Hmm," Mom sighed as our mouths slid wetly together, the sound yielding
and resigned, and this caused my cock to thicken to its full hardness.

   More than a mouthful, my aunt had said and while I always knew that I
was big, hearing the impressed tone my too-cool aunt had used had got me
thinking: Was I bigger than my father?  Fuck, I hoped so.
While this thought played through my head, my mother and I fell to our
sides along the bed.  I lowered my right hand to her bare leg, the oval
cutout allowing the front and back shirttails to fall to the bed.  Mom
continued to moan softly into my mouth, and I stroked the side of her thigh
down to her knee and then back up again, her warm skin dotted with

goosebumps that sent shivers through up my arm.

   Holy fuck, I thought as my hand continued upward beneath her shirt, all
the way to her hip.  I touched the waistband of her panties, and my mother
clenched her fingers in my hair in response.  I pushed my mouth harder
against hers, and she rolled to her right, onto her back, and I followed
her.  She lay on my bed with her knees at the edge, and her feet dangling
in the air.  I moved my hand to the front of her thighs and beneath her
shirt.  She whimpered into my mouth and wiggled her tongue faster against
me.

   Heat reached my hand the closer to her inner thighs I pushed.  My
fingers slid across her warm flesh, and the heel of my palm hovered over
the gap between her thighs.  She had parted them -"for me!  I slid my hand
between her legs.  My cock throbbed, the head tingling, and a spurt of
pre-cum shot through my shaft, making me gasp.  I palmed my mother's inner
thigh, the left side closest to me, and I moved upward along the softer
meat between her legs.

   "Johnny," Mom whispered, and she added a soft "Ooh" when I cupped the
meaty bulge of her panty-clad pussy.

   Soft, wet fabric soaked my fingers, and the meat of my mother's clam
squished beneath my touch.  I rolled my fingers over her twin crescents,
mesmerized by the way her pussy lips followed my movements.  I sawed my
fingers up and down her pussy, and my mother spread her legs wider for me,
her left thigh pushing into my hard cock.

   I gasped into her mouth.

   I traced the line of my mother's panties on the left side and pushed my
fingers beneath it.  Mom moaned.  Dad was downstairs!  Wet, slippery flesh
met my fingertips.  Mom's lips slid open for me, and my fingers pushed
against her upper lips below her clit, and like sliding down a pink
sinkhole, my fingers moved downward until my mother's small pussy sucked
them in.

   "Umm," Mom sighed.

   I fingered her, pushing not one, but two fingers into her tightness. 
Mom kissed me harder, and my thumb moved on its own, using the hundreds of
hours of porn-watching memories that I had, my thumb moved upward through
my mother's little curtains and found the fat nub of her clit.

   "Shit," Mom gasped into my mouth.

   I played with her pearl as fast as I could.

   Mom gasped and hissed, her breath catching, and she whispered, "Slower,
baby.  Play with Mommy's pussy slowly."

   Another spurt of pre-cum shot through my cock.  I convulsed, and my
balls tightened.  I slowed my movements and continued touching my mother's
forbidden pink pocket.

   Mom spoke, and I listened.

   "Now, faster, mm, yeah," she whispered.  "Faster -"mm -"slower, yeah,
faster now.  Faster.  Mm, harder with -"oh -"your fingers." She whimpered
into my mouth.  "Curl them -"mm, shit -"against my pubic mound -"oh, like
that, like that baby -"finger-fuck me."

   Something happened inside of my mother's pussy that I'll always
remember. Her walls tightened around my two fingers, and heat bloomed
inside of her muff.  Liquid honey swam around my digits, drenching them,
and the thick scent of her sexual arousal filled my room.  Mom tensed, and
she came, breaking into soft whimpers as her hips went wild and inner walls
spasmed.

   Mom reached down and grabbed my cock through my shorts -"I came.

   Fuck.

   I spasmed next to her, and Mom chuckled into my gasping mouth.  She
wasn't laughing at me -"the soft, breathy amusement that left her mouth
sounded flattered.

   "Teenagers," Mom whispered against my lips.

   "Sorry."

   "Don't be," Mom said.  "That's just one more thing we'll have to
practice, isn't it?"

   "Yeah," I said, panting.

   Mom sat and took my pussy-juice-covered hand in hers.  "We have to be
more careful," she said.  "We should only practice when your father isn't
around."

   "Anytime is good for me."

   Mom laughed.

   "Tomorrow night will be fine." Mom looked at me; her features were hard
to make out in the semi-darkness.  "We can practice whenever your dad is
away for the weekend.  And baby" -"Mom licked her lips -""before our date
tomorrow, maybe you should relieve your excitement, okay?  Can you do that
for Mommy?"

   I nodded my head, unable to speak.

   Mom stood and walked out of my room, and I lay flat on my bed, unable to
believe what had just happened.

   Date Night

   The hours spent in class slowly drove me insane.  I left the house that
morning, sneaking in a goodbye kiss with my mother at the front door.  She
was wearing one of her long pajama shirt-gowns, and by the feel of her hips
through the fabric, nothing else.  She pushed me out the door when I wanted
more, and I practically ran the ten-minute walk to school as if that could
force time to flow faster.

   The tick-tock of the classroom clocks tapped into my brain with the
steady beat of a cautiously hammered nail.  My teachers' voices came from
far away, having to fight through my rambling thoughts as I urged the day
to speed up.  Every unexpected sound snapped me back to reality with an
unreasonable amount of force, and I glared around my surroundings before
trying to will the clocks to move faster again.

   My heels bounced.

   My knees shook.

   My patience broke whenever I opened my mouth.

   I ran the fastest mile of my life in gym class.

   I showered using cold water.

   And, I almost yelled at my teacher during my sixth-period class when she
caught me looking at my phone, but not the pictures of my aunt that I had
saved to it.

   When the final bell rang, I ran home, only to remember that no one would
be home but me.

   Damn it fuck it all to hell!

   I had an hour to two hours before my mother came home, about the same
time as my father, and then we still had to wait for him to leave.

   I decided to jerk off until then.

   Mom arrived home first, and I was at the door the moment I heard her car
pull into the driveway in front of our side-load garage.  The smile that
had stretched my lips and brightened my cheeks faded as Dad's car pulled
into the driveway right behind Mom's.

   I sighed.

   Mom acted normal and stayed dressed in her power-skirt and buttoned-up
blouse as she made dinner.  I stared at her pantyhose-covered legs from
just above the knee down, her small feet catching my eyes in ways they
never had before.  She slid over our wooden floors, graceful and almost
dancing, and even Dad noticed her new-found energy.

   I frowned.

   Mom poured herself a glass of wine and smiled at both of us, though I
swear there was a twinkle in her eye just for me.

   "How was your day?" she asked me, smiling and forcing me to talk.

   I talked, but oh, god, how I wanted to do more than talk.  I spoke fast,
and my father made a comment about too many energy drinks, though I never
drink them.

   Aunt Faye called Mom after dinner, and she went upstairs to talk to her
in private.  Dad bragged about his upcoming golfing trip and how relaxing
it was to get away for the weekend, every weekend.  Finally, after a long
fucking day, Dad finally jumped into his car and drove away, just as Aunt
Faye and Andrew rounded the corner.  They honked to each other, stopped to
chat for a moment through their lowered windows, and then Aunt Faye pulled
into my father's spot.

   Fuck yeah!

   My aunt killed the ignition to her 68 Dodge Cornet and jumped out of her
car.  She was wearing jeans, a black shirt, and heels.  Faye's outfit
underwhelmed me until I saw Andrew reach into the backseat and pull out an
overnight bag for his mother, and one for himself.  He smiled at me,
following behind his mother and looking smug.

   "There's my Johnny Boy," Faye said.  She held her arms wide and gave me
a big hug, kissing me on the side of the chin.  "Where's your mother?"

   "Inside."

   Faye rushed past me to the kitchen, and Andrew stopped at the door.

   "My mom blew me on our date," he said, whispering at me in a rush of
words.

   "I fingered my mom on my bed," I said.  "With my dad downstairs."

   "Fuck." Andrew looked past me.  "I wish I had a dad to sneak around on."

   I shook my head at him and let my cousin inside.

   Mom and Faye came out of the kitchen, each carrying a glass of red wine
in those full-bodied cabernet glasses that adults never filled to the top.

   "Okay, boys, you go get ready while Ellen and I change for tonight's
date," Faye said.  Her eyes sparkled.  Her smile shined.  Her excitement
radiated from her in a giant glow of warmth.  "We're going to teach you a
lot tonight." She shook, bringing her hands close to her body, fingers in a
fist.  "Ooh!  I can't wait."

   Mom buried her head in her wine glass, but as she tilted it back to
drink, a smile curved her lips.  Faye took the bag from Andrew, and they
walked upstairs, Aunt Faye laughing like a schoolgirl.  Once they were in
Mom's room, Andrew and I went to my room.

   "So your date went well?" I asked.

   "It went great, but she wouldn't let me fuck her." Andrew fell onto my
bed.  "We ate dinner and went dancing." He shook his head.  "At one of her
bikini bars."

   "You're not twenty-one."

   "So?" He looked at me as if I had gone nuts.  "My mom owns the bar. 
Then she took me to her office and locked the door.  She sat on the desk
while I sat in her chair.  She had worn this tight little dress with no
back and fuck-me pumps, that's what she called them.  Anyway, she spread
her legs, and she wasn't wearing panties, so I went down on her."

   "I thought you got head," I said.  I wanted to go down on my mother.

   "I did, right after, and then we went home." Andrew smiled, and a lump
had already grown in his jeans.  "It was great."

   My cock was swelling, too, and I told him about my night with my mom and
her advice about jerking off before we went on our date.

   "That's a great idea," Andrew said.  "We're getting laid tonight.  Come
on, let's jerk off."

   "Wait -"what?" I asked.  "Us?"

   "Yeah, you only have one bathroom in your room, and we don't want to
waste time."

   "Isn't that" -"I paused and leaned inward to whisper -""kinda gay?"

   "I'm not asking you to butt fuck me," Andrew said.  "We're just jerking
off in front of each other." He shook his head at me.  "Whatever.  You jerk
off in here; I'm using your bathroom."

   He went into my bathroom, and I finished about a minute before he opened
the door and entered my room.  I went inside and washed my hands, cleaned
and freshened up, and as I came out, he said, "We better change."

   I didn't disagree, and a few minutes later, we were downstairs in
muscle-showing workout shirts and easy-access gym shorts.  Maybe our
mothers would teach us how to dress properly for one of these dates.

   Anyway, I didn't know what our mothers were planning to wear tonight,
but they didn't disappoint.  I had a feeling Aunt Faye chose the outfits,
and I'm glad that she did.

   Aunt Faye walked down the stairs, wearing a form-fitting black mini
shirt-dress with white trim.  A black choker circled her neck.  She wore
her black hair up and back, her bangs descending around the sides of her
smiling face, and her legs glistening with fresh lotion.  I saw no panty
line running around her waist against the tightness of her dress, and her
nipples cresting her big, round tits made it clear that she hadn't put on a
bra, as did their swell against the dress' fabric.

   "What do you think?" Faye asked.  She spun, and the curves of her firm
butt lay outlined beneath the cotton-nylon blend of her outfit.

   "You're beautiful," Andrew said.

   "Aw, my boy." Faye hugged her son, and I gave her the same compliment,
only a little weaker since Andrew had said it first.

   Mom came down the stairs and what a dress she wore.  It was netting.  Or
knitted, the half-inch vertical strands crossed by half-inch horizontal
strands, and between each one was a half-inch hollow square that pressed
against Mom's body.  Her pink nipples stuck out, and her mound showed
through the checkered-pattern knitting covering her sex.  Mom's legs and
feet were bare, and the dress' short hem wanted to ride up her thighs and
show off more of her body to us.

   "Whoa," I whispered.  Blood rushed into my half-erect member.

   Mom smiled -"her red lipstick popping and stealing attention away from
her dirty-blonde hair and soft blue eyes.

   "You boys ready?" Faye asked.

   My cousin and I nodded.

   "Tonight its mothers and sons," Faye said.  She smiled and rolled her
eyes, puckering her lips in a quirky way.  "That doesn't sound weird, does
it?"

   "No," I said, a split second faster than Andrew.

   My cock rose past semi-hard to nearly full-on straight.  I didn't care
who saw the lump in my pants, and both my aunt's and my mother's eyes
glanced at my crotch and at my cousin's too.

   "Let's date," Faye said.

   Tonight the setup was a bit different.  Mom sat on the far right,
against the arm of the couch.  I sat next to her, then Andrew, then Faye.
Both of our moms had their wine to sip, plus they had each drank a shot
before sitting down with us.  We dimmed the lights, and Faye chose a movie
off Demand, something called Blue is the Warmest Color.  Another one of her
foreign flicks, but I had no intention of paying attention to it.

   Tonight, I was all about the dating.

   The movie started, and I slid my arm around my mother's shoulders, my
cock rising to a full-blown erection.  Mom sipped her wine and pressed
herself into my side.  I moved my lips close to her, nuzzling her hair and
neck.  Mom released a breathy laugh with no real sound, just humor caught
in her exhale.  I tightened my arm around her shoulders, and Mom sipped her
wine again, then she did something I hadn't expected.  She offered me her
glass of wine without asking if I had wanted any.

   I took it and sipped a little.  The strong taste coated my mouth, and it
was nothing like the grape taste that I had expected.  I didn't drink much,
and when I handed it back to her, Mom downed the rest and put the glass on
the end table next to the couch.  I moved my lips toward her and kissed her
cheek.

   To my left, came the sounds of lips kissing lips.

   My mother turned her head, lifted her hands, and pressed her lips to
mine.  She cupped my cheeks, and I pulled her to me as I turned my body
toward her, dropping my left hand onto her left thigh, beneath the hem of
her knitted dress.

   "Mm, baby," Mom moaned into my mouth, kissing me harder than she ever
had before.  On a quick break, she whispered, "Did you jerk off for me?"

   The question made my heart hammer.

   "Yes," I whispered.

   "Good boy."

   Intense Lessons

   I pressed my lips to my mother again, her mouth opening for me.  Her
movements were wild and hungry, allowing me to get into the moment by
tasting as much of her as I could.  The pressure of my desire for her
pushed her into the corner of the couch, and she swung her legs across
mine. I lifted my hand across her thigh, dipping between her legs and
continuing upward until my wrist caught on the hem of her fish-net dress.

   Moans came from the TV.  My aunt and cousin moaned, and Faye uttered a
soft yelp.  Wet, squishy sounds followed, making my cock jump and my knob
swell.

   "Is this what you're looking for, baby?" Mom asked.

   I had paused, and she put her hand on my wrist and pulled my hand deeper
between her thighs.  Her skirt rode my wrist, and she spread her legs, and
a second later, my fingers touched her damp inner thighs right below her
pussy.

   My breath caught, and I cupped the wet folds between her legs.

   "Oh, baby," Mom moaned.

   I slid my fingers across the crease between her outer lips.  Mom's
softness melted into my palm, and when I curled my fingers, I slipped right
through her tightness and into the pink warmth beyond the small entrance to
her body.

   "Ooh," Mom whimpered.

   I pulled my head back so I could watch her, and her meek eyes and
yielding features trembled as pushed my middle finger deeper into her muff.
She licked her lips and nodded as my forefinger joined its brother, pushing
past her silky lips and into the gummy hole where her inner heat lay.

   "Fuck," Faye moaned behind me.

   "Mm, Mom, yeah," Andrew said.  "Take my dick out."

   Mom's hand went to my crotch.  She squeezed my cock through my pants,
sliding her fingers down to my tip and squeezed again.  I shivered, dripped
some pre-cum, and though my balls tingled, I was able to keep my cum from
leaving my sack.

   "Big dick, baby," Mom whispered.  "My son has a big dick."

   I groaned.

   I sawed my fingers through Mom's cunny lips, dipping so far between her
legs that my fingertips touched her asshole, wetting her between her
cheeks. I came back, fingered her for three quick strokes, and then pressed
my thumb to her clit and pushed down hard.

   "Oh -"oh!" Mom gasped.  She humped her hips at me.  "Mm, baby, mm.  Oh,
baby."

   Her fingers entered my shorts, and her small hand fastened around my
cock.  I groaned and slid out from under Mom's legs, my fingers leaving her
pussy.  She didn't say anything as I spread her legs wide and pushed them
back, trapping them over my elbows.  Her skirt pushed up around her hips,
and today my mother had shaved her pussy bare, save for a thin landing
strip of dirty blonde hair right down the center of her mound.

   "Fuck," I moaned, looking down at her wet muff.  The light from the TV
shined off her, highlighting just how glazed her pussy had become for me.

   I pushed my shorts down my hips.  My mother helped.  Her eyes widened at
the sight of my cock, and she smiled up at me.

   "You're bigger than your father," she whispered.

   I almost came.  My thighs tensed and trembled, seized by a
pleasure-filled cramp, but only a thick wad of pre-cum escaped my head.  It
dripped out, falling into Mom's outstretched hand.  She caught it in her
palm, then rubbed it over my knob and down my shaft as she jerked me down
to the balls.  My shaft tingled, and my body buzzed.

   "Fuck me," Mom moaned.

   "Fuck me," Aunt Faye moaned.

   Andrew grunted.  Faye grunted, then yelped.

   I lowered my cock to my mother's hole, her legs sliding up my arms so
that her little feet and small ankles were near my ears.  Mom looked up at
me; her eyes were smoky and half-lidded, dreamy.  My crown hit her asshole
first, and she jumped, uttering an, "Uh-uh," and then I slipped upward
through her cleft.  I missed the mark several times, her pussy lips puffed
up between her closed thighs.  Mom reached around us, took me by the shaft
and rubbed my dick up and down her slit before I finally slid through the
bottom of her pussy lips and lodged my crown in the wet opening to her
body.

   I moaned as tender heat, and soft silk kissed my knob.

   "Fuck Mommy, baby," Mom said.

   I pushed in.

   "Uh," Mom moaned, the sound a croak in her throat as my big dick
stretched her pussy open.

   Heat and warmth, and silky-wet, liquid-sugar licked at every angle of my
thick cock.  I groaned, letting the whole world know that I had just found
Heaven.  Mom's inside hugged me tightly, and I pushed through her narrow
channel in one long, slow thrust, my eyes clenched, and my balls tingling
as my mother's pussy welcomed me home.

   "Fuck," I moaned.

   "Oh god," Mom whimpered.

   My balls connected with her ass, and Mom whimpered again.

   "Much bigger," Mom whispered to herself.  "So much bigger than your
father.  Fuck."

   "Uh-uh-uh," Faye whined behind me.  "You teenage -"ooh -"fuck-beast!"

   I pulled out.  Mom sighed.  I pushed back in -"softer than my cousin was
giving it to his mother -"and Mom let out a groan of pleasure as I
stretched her insides.  Out and in, out and in, my mind absorbed every soft
nook and cranny within her cunny.  My balls pressed into Mom's ass again. I
opened my eyes, and she was staring up at me, her breathing coming in
pants.

   "Fuck me, baby," Mom said.  "Fuck your mother hard."

   "God," I groaned and did as my mother told me to do.

   I pulled my ass back and thrust back in.  Mom moaned.  I did it again,
her face trembling and her breath leaving her lungs in thick and heavy
explosions of air.  It turned me on; it made my balls tingle, the hairs on
my sack prickling as they stood up.  I fucked into her again and again,
loving the feel of her pussy constricting around my cock.  I planted my
hands on the couch and my knees on the cushions.  Mom reached around us and
grabbed my ass, digging her little fingers into my hard muscles.  I pulled
back and starting thumping her cunny hard, fucking her pussy -"my mother's
fucking pussy!

   "Oh, uh-uh-uh -"fuck -"uh, shit," Mom gasped and moaned.  "Mm, yeah. 
Yeah!"

   Behind us, her sister was getting it good from my cousin, taking her
fucking like a champ judging by the sounds of her high-pitched whimpers.

   Wetness sloshed around my cock.  Mom dug her fingers into my ass.  She
started to pant, and she looked up at me, then down between us, then up at
me, and her legs scissor-locked around my head.  Heat gushed from her
pussyhole, followed by cream and the spasming of her inner walls as her
pussy muscles convulsed around my cock.  Mom whimpered and whined, sounds
that I had never heard from her before.  Jolts of light-hearted bliss shot
through my cock, tensing my thighs and tightening my asshole.  My moans
grew in pitch as I rushed toward my orgasm.

   Aunt Faye moaned deep.

   Andrew grunted and came.

   I pushed into my mother until my balls pressed against her ass, and I
turned my hips in a circle several times, grinding myself into Mom's
slippery cunt.

   "Yeah, yeah, yeah -"yeah!" Mom cried.  "Oh fuck, yeah!"

   She came!  My mother came on my cock, and then I came.  The world went
black as my body trembled and shook, a fucking seizure of the pleasure that
made my entire body swell.  The force of my come arched my body, and I
pushed my hips as hard as I could against my mother's upturned ass, fucking
parts of her pussy with my dick that my father's cock could never reach.

   Cum poured from me, adding to the creamy mess dripping down to my
mother's asshole and beyond.  Rope after rope cum filled my shaft,
expanding it, and shooting out to paint my mother's insides white.

   I collapsed onto my mother.  Her legs fell to the sides.  I grabbed her
ass and rocked my softening cock inside of her until it fell out in a
sticky, wet mess.  Behind me, Faye was whispering to her son, and Andrew
was panting as hard as I was.

   "Oh fuck," I whispered and finally fell to the side.

   "Whew," Faye said, extra loud and whistling.  "OMG!  I forget how great
fucking a teenager could be."

   Mom laughed and blushed, but when she looked at me, I saw nothing but
the pink cloud of love on her cheeks.  She stroked my chin with her hand
and then leaned forward, getting to her knees on the cushion beside me and
lowered her mouth to the rubbery-trunk of my semi-hard prick.

   "Good idea," Faye whispered.

   Heat rolled over my glans as Mom tugged my cock upward.  Heat assaulted
me, then warmth, and then my mother's tongue licked my spongy tip.  My
mother cleaned the cum -"hers and mine -"from my prick, leaving her saliva
in its place as she rolled her wet appendage around my hardening
cock-flesh. Her cherry lipstick rubbed off on my dick, and Faye said, "Make
a mess out of your mother's mouth," right before she made a gulping sound
as she swallowed her son's cock.

   I looked down and watched my mother's blonde hair bob.  I looked at Aunt
Faye, who gobbled down her son's cock with a soccer mom's energy.  I was
just as thick as my cousin, maybe thicker, but I was longer too, by at
least an inch and a half, maybe two -"and he wasn't below average.  That
fact sent extra heat through my shaft, hardening me even further.

   Our mothers bobbed up and down, and they made eye contact, and the next
thing I knew, they were racing each other, or seemed to be by the way they
giggled and laughed around our pricks and jerked us off.  They cupped our
balls and rolled them, and both of them -"sisters -"let drool spill down
the sides of our pricks.  Mom pulled her lips up to my knob and sucked,
rolling her tongue around my glans while she jerked off the rest of my
shaft.  Faye put her hands on her son's thighs and fucked her mouth up and
down her own son's dick, moving as fast as she could.

   I moaned.

   My cousin moaned.

   I gasped, my ass tightening.

   My cousin whimpered.

   My balls tingled again, and Mom cupped my testicles and pressed her
tongue against the underside of my glans, and I came.  Andrew echoed my
helpless cry, and together we filled our mother's mouths with a thick
helping of incestuous seed.

   "Holy fuck," I whispered.  I dropped my head back and stared at the
ceiling.  "Holy fuck, Mom.  Holy fuck."

   "Mm," Mom said when she lifted her head.

   "Yummy," Faye said, wiping her lips.

   "Why don't you boys go upstairs and we'll join you after we've had a
chance to relax." Faye smiled at us.  "Run along, you two big-dicked
momma's boys."

   I pulled up my shorts.  Andrew didn't.  He undressed on his way to the
stairs, uncaring that I saw him.  After a moment, I tossed my shirt and
shorts too.  What the fuck?  Don't be a pussy.

   Mom called to us, "Johnny, go to my room and let your aunt and cousin
have yours."

   "Okay," I said.

   We turned left at the top of the stairs, and at the hallway splitting to
the left and right, my cousin and I looked at each other.  We said nothing
with our words, but our expressions said everything: we couldn't wait for
more.

   After Date Lessons

   My mother and Aunt Faye had stayed downstairs for half an hour before
they came up.  I never went completely soft during that time.  Mom entered
her room, pausing long enough to flip on the light switch that I had left
off.  She walked to me, her little feet making no sound on the wooden
floorboards, and she had left her door open, and I'm guessing that Aunt
Faye did the same.

   I know that she did.  I heard her tell-tale, high-pitched squeak of
excitement as she joined my cousin on my bed.

   I scooted to the edge of my parents' double-king sized bed, sitting my
ass there as Mom walked to me.  She had a bottle of wine in her hand, and
her netted dress clung to her thighs right below her pussy.  She stopped in
front of me between my knees, her pink nipples poking through the hollow
squares in her dress, and she took a long sip of the wine, then handed me
the bottle.

   "Get drunk, now," Mom said.  "You naughty little shit, waiting naked for
me in my bed."

   And the way she said her words, with a curve to her lips and a
drawn-out, sensual pout, made my cock stiffen beyond the point of pain A
pulse ran through me, and I took the wine from my mother and drank the
sharp-tasting liquid down.

   "More," Mom whispered when I tried to put down the bottle.  She put her
hand on the bottom and tilted it higher and higher, letting go right before
I started to sputter.  I don't know how much I had drunk -"one glass?  Two?
I'm not sure, but the taste stung my mouth, and the liquor warmed my
stomach.  Mom took the bottle and placed it on my nightstand.

   "Now that the date is over," Mom said, "and you got me in my room.  What
does my son want to do with his mommy?"

   "Fuck, Andrew, fuck that's hard," Faye's words drifted from across the
hallway.

   I grabbed my mother's ass and pulled me to her.  She took a step
forward, her legs hitting the edge of the bed and her body not fighting me
as I massaged her butt cheeks.  She let me touch her and caress her,
brazenly molesting her ass.  I pulled her skirt over her butt, the
tightness of it clinging to her waist, and slid my fingers through her
crack.

   "Mm," Mom uttered.  She put her hands on my head, playing with my hair.

   Her body swayed with me.  I left my right hand on her tight ass, then
slid it down and dipped between her legs from behind.  Her hot pussy wet my
fingers; some of my cum was still swimming around her lips.  I pulled her
dress up her body with my left hand, sliding my palm up her back.  When the
hem of her dress reached her breasts, I used both my hands to flip the
knitted netting over her tiny tits.

   "Suck them," Mom said.  "Suck Mommy's tits." She smiled down at me, her
expression smug

   I grasped my mother's tits in my hands, squeezing their base in my
fingers and pushing her nipples and areolas outward.  Mom gasped.  I sucked
her left tit into my mouth, closing my eyes and sliding my lips over her
tits as my tongue left saliva trails across her flesh.  As I sucked her
right tit into my mouth, Mom pulled her dress the rest of the way off her
body, giving me access to all over her.

   From across the hallway, Faye's loud grunts entered the room.

   I slid my hands around my mother's body, grabbed her ass, and turned,
lifting her off her feet and onto her bed.  Mom gasped, laughed, and spread
her legs for me, crawling back to her pillows so that she had something to
lay on before I started to hump her tiny twat into the bed.

   "Come on," Mom said, her whisper thick with wine.  "Come fuck your
mother's cunt."

   I groaned.  My cock swayed between us, bumping her thighs as I nudged
the tip closer to her cleft.  I was on my knees, and I planted my hands on
either side of my mother's shoulders.  She reached between us, found my
prick, and eased it into her hole.

   I pushed in.

   "Ah-uh," Mom groaned as a few of my thick inches punched right into her
snug heat.

   The wine hit me, and I swooned.  I moaned, and Mom massaged my balls,
saying, "Feeling it, baby.  Is my son getting drunk?"

   "Yeah," I whispered and pumped my hips forward.

   "Oh!" Mom yelped.

   I had sunk my cock all the way into her snatch on that one thrust.

   "Ooh, baby, careful," Mom purred.  "Let me get used to that big dick."

   "Sorry," I whisper-slurred.

   I didn't wait long, though.  I started rocking my cock through my
mother's pussy.  I swam my hips into her, drifting to the right and left
with my pussy-pokes.  Mom brought her knees up and grabbed onto my
forearms, holding herself in place as I pumped her little body along the
bed.

   "Yeah, ooh, yeah, uh-uh-uh, fuck me, baby, fuck Mommy good."

   My mother's words penetrated the fog that I found myself in.  The
alcohol buzz added to the sexual thrill of slipping my cock into the woman
who had birthed me.  Her wetness drenched me, and I collapsed on top of
her, letting her feel my weight as I pressed my chest into her tits.  She
hugged me around my back, running her hands up and down my sides as she
locked her ankle above my ass.  I continued humping her; my cock pulsing
with pleasure as my mother's warmth surrounded me.

   "Faster," Mom purred.

   I went faster.

   "Harder."

   I fucked her harder.

   "Pound my pussy," Mom whispered in my ear.

   I pounded her pussy while she grunted into my ear.

   My come started to build.  Mom whimpered beneath me, her body more
active now, pushing and pulling and fucking herself onto me -"pulling me
into her.  She became creamy between her legs, her pussy walls kissing me
with buttery-softness.  I gasped and panted.  Mom came.  She pulled me
tight to her body and rolled her pussy over me, bathing me from my knob to
my balls, her cunny licking the entire length of my shaft.

   "Fuck," I gasped as my balls tingled, my shaft tensed, and my knob
swelled.

   I came, losing myself in the explosion of cum that surged through me and
into my mother's twat.  Her curved clam held me tight, and she hugged my
meat with her pussy walls, not stopping until my cock slipped from her
pussy in need of rest.

   Sometime during the night, I woke, and I heard the sounds of Faye taking
Andrew's cock again.  My mother lay on her side, with me behind her and my
cock hard, her butt pressing my stiffness against my stomach.  I moved my
body, taking my time to find her hole.  Though her lips were wet, I had to
search my memory for more porn-taught lessons, and I used my spit to lube
my dick and wet the plump folds of her pussy.  Mom mumbled something as I
petted her from behind.  I fit my knob to her silky slit, she moaned, and I
pushed into her warmth.

   "Hmm?" Mom asked in her sleep.  "Mm, mm, mm."

   I fucked her in a half-drunk haze, slapping my hips to her ass.  I'm not
sure if she came, but I did, leaving her pussy a juicy mess.

   I fell asleep with my mother pressed into the perfect S against me,
dreaming of what tomorrow would bring.

   Early Morning Lessons

   I woke at just after four in the morning.  I had a slight buzz, but more
of a headache and a dry, wine-flavored throat.  I pulled away from my
mother's body and slid out of her bed and walked into the hallway.  Taking
the right that led to the stairway, I almost knocked over my naked aunt. 
She squeaked and jumped back, then bent at the waist and laughed with her
right hand over her mouth, the bottle of water in her left hand hanging
low.

   When she could stifle her laughter, she whispered to me, "Go close the
bedroom doors and meet me downstairs."

   She turned and left, and I did as she told me, aware that she had walked
downstairs as naked as I was now.  My cock had awoken hard and had softened
as I lay in bed, working up the energy to go downstairs for a drink.  But
now, it prickled with teenage eagerness and started to unwind as it rested
atop my tightening sack.  I walked downstairs, growing harder with each
step until there was nothing to hide by the time I entered the living room.

   My aunt was in the kitchen, leaning against the breakfast bar that
separated the kitchen from the living room.  Our dining room was to the
right of the kitchen, sharing walls and a roof with our garage.  The
downstairs lights were on, and Aunt Faye watched me walk to her with a
smile on her face and her eyes on my cock.

   "Have fun last night?" she asked, teasing me.

   "Yeah," I said as heat flooded my cheeks.  "I need some water.  Mom gave
me some wine -""

   Aunt Faye laughed, cutting me off.  "Your mom loves her wine when she
fucks.  Oh, boy.  She turns from a meek kitten to a bossy lioness, doesn't
she?"

   I shrugged.

   "Don't be shy," Aunt Faye said.  "I've sucked your dick, remember?"

   "I can't forget it," I said, my cock pulsing.

   "Neither can that big thing in front of you." Faye licked her lips.  "So
big." She smiled at me and handed me her water.  "Do you want to have some
fun with your aunt?"

   I nodded my head and took the water bottle from her.  I drank, and she
watched.  I paused to breathe then drank some more.

   "Go sit on the couch," Faye said.

   I did, goosebumps rising across my shoulders.  The cool of the room made
me shiver, but my cock stayed hard, and I sat in the center seat, waiting.

   Faye came out of the kitchen, naked and thin, her body shapely despite
her small size, or maybe because of it.  Her body had very little fat, if
any, and that allowed her skin to outline the shape of her small, sinewy
muscles with illusionary size.  And her big tits looked huge on her naked,
barely-over-five-foot frame.

   "Do you like a shaved pussy?" Faye teased.  She stood between my legs,
looking down at the olive-skinned triangle between her thighs.  Her pussy
crescents hung thick and heavy, swollen with lust and from the beating that
Andrew had put them through.  "I tried to get your mother to shave, but she
kept the landing strip.  Do you like your mother's pussy?"

   "I love it."

   "Say that you love our beautiful pussies." Faye nodded at me,
encouraging me, and sticking her tongue out at me.

   "I love your beautiful pussies," I said, blushing.

   "Yes, you do, and so does that manly dick.  Here, have a good look at my
pussy."

   Faye moved forward, lifting her right leg onto the couch and then her
left.  She giggled and stood above me, balancing herself with grace as the
cushions scrunched beneath her weight.  With her legs spread and her twat
less than six inches from my face, I could see everything, or I thought I
could until she reached down with both hands and slid her fingers into her
slit.

   "Wanna closer look?" Faye asked.

   "Yes," I whispered.

   "Then look," Faith said and pulled her pussy lips apart.  Her inner lips
shined wetly, and pink and they swept inward to her small, bubble-gum hole,
which opened in a roundish tunnel leading to the deeper meat inside of her
twat.  Her clit popped out as she stretched her pussy lips to the sides,
and the scent -"the fucking scent of my aunt's pussy, filled me.  My
airways open, and my nostrils flared as her thick, floral perfume filled my
lungs.

   "Look closer," Faye urged me.

   I didn't move my head, but my aunt's pussy still grew in front of my
eyes as she crawled her feet forward.  Her pinkness glistened, and
creamy-white honey slid along her inner tunnel.  I opened my lips.  Her
scent grew thicker, and then she pressed her cunny to my mouth in the
ultimate taboo kiss that a nephew and his aunt could share.

   "Oh yeah," Faye whispered.  "Get your tongue -"mm -"deep into my
pussyhole.  Oh, baby, oh, yeah."

   I licked and poked her hole with my tongue.  I reached up and took her
narrow waist in my hands, surprised yet again by how small this fairytale
creature was in my grip.  Aunt Faye humped her pussy forward, moving with
the smooth, sensual glide of a stripper whose body reacted to the
eye-fucking that she was receiving on stage.

   Her velvet walls slid smoothly across my lips, leaving my mouth wet, and
my tongue drenched in her honeyed cream.  I couldn't stop sucking or
pulling her down on my mouth.  I let my aunt guide my hands, and soon we
were both grinding her tiny twat against my tongue.  She swiveled her hips
and pressed her pearl against my lips, the act forcing whimpers from her
mouth.

   "Johnny, oh -"mm -"my fucking pussy eating nephew," Faye moaned.  "Oh,
yeah, eat it, eat it, eat it, baby, yeah."

   My aunt rode my tongue for another minute, two -"ten?  I didn't know.  I
lost myself in her soft whimpers and the feel of her ass in my hands, her
little buns sitting in my palms nicely.  Her tightness surprised me, and I
spread her cheeks and pushed them together, sliding my fingers through her
crack and tickling her asshole.  My aunt trembled, her knees buckled, and
the tiny women squatted on my lap, her pussy finding my knob as if guided
by a laser.

   "Ooh," I moaned when my knob parted her lips.

   "Uh," my aunt grunted as her lips stretched open.  She looked down, her
mouth open, and her breathing heavy.  "Fuck, that's a big dick."

   She took her time, sliding down my cock until she was sitting in my lap,
her knees up and her feet planted at the sides of my hips.

   "Faye," I moaned.

   "Aunt Faye," Faye said.  "Incest makes me so fucking wet."

   "Aunt Faye," I said, and my cock swelled when those words left my lips.

   "Oh, shit." Faye rose from her squat, just a little.  She placed her
hands on my shoulders and hovered her pussy on my cock, half of my
meat-stick still stuffed up her snatch.  "You can get deep in this
position." She exhaled, calming herself.  "Don't pound it until you've
loosened me up."

   I put my hands on her ass, her muscles tight.  She didn't move, so I
started a slow, half-cock fuck-stroke into her silky-softness.  My aunt's
face trembled.  She closed her eyes as I stretched her tightness wide, and
her pussy walls pulled at the skin of my sock, straining my member as I
curved through her inner tunnel and rubbed her walls with my knob.

   "Ooh, fuck, oh, shit, fuck," Faye whimpered.  "Big dick, baby.  That's a
big fucking dick."

   I sped up.

   Faye inhaled sharply.

   I deepened my strokes.  Faye bit her lower lips.  The muscles in her
neck stood out.  I thrust into her, and she rose in her squat, moving away
from my deep strokes.

   "Where are you going?" I asked, not knowing where those words were
coming from.  "Get back here.  Get your little pussy back here."

   An excited growl left Faye's throat, and she stopped running away from
my dick.

   I slid my hands from my aunt's ass to her hips, held her tightly, and
lowered her pussy to meet my upward strokes.

   Slap.  Slap.  Slap.

   The sound of my thighs hitting my aunt's ass filled the living room. 
Thick, sloshing noises spanked wetly between us.  My aunt whimpered,
uttering a series of soft cries that made my balls tingle.  I sped up,
fucking her faster and harder as my cocked buzzed with taboo pleasure.  She
pulled herself to me, and I slid my body down the couch, angling myself so
that my aunt could continue squatting above my cock.

   "Fuck, Johnny, fuck," Faye moaned.

   I fucked her harder, thrusting my dick into her pussy and flexing my ass
at the end, trying to root her depths as deeply as possible.

   "Oh, god," Faye whispered into my ear.  "You're ripping my pussy apart,
baby."

   I lost it, fucking my aunt fast and hard as she whimpered with each
bottom-hitting thrust.  My thighs trembled, and her pussy gushed.  My ball
tightened -"her cunny spasmed.  My glans tingled.  Aunt Faye sobbed, and we
came together.  She drenched my cock, my sack, and my balls in her cream. I
held her against me by her ass, filling her muff with a truckload of my hot
cum, scalding her insides with my seed.

   My aunt hugged me, and slid her cheek against mine until our lips met,
then she kissed me hard.  I kissed her back, dancing my tongue with hers.
We calmed down together, holding each other, my cock softening as her pussy
pulsed around my shaft, sucking the last drops of semen from my body.

   "You know," Faye said, "we're letting you boys fuck us hard this
weekend. Letting you take out your excitement on us." She kissed my lips
several times, softly, turning her head this way and that.  "But once your
eagerness ends, we're going to teach you how to make love to us.  You don't
mind sharing your mother with your cousin, do you?"

   I shook my head.  Fair is fair, I told myself.  My aunt squeezed my
prick with her cunny muscles.

   "Good," Faye said.  My aunt slid from me, my cock plopping out of her
pussy, and she pulled me from the couch, forcing me upstairs.  We parted in
the hallway, and I cleaned myself up in my mother's restroom before joining
Mom back in bed.

   I was asleep before my eyes could close.

   Saturday Morning and Afternoon

   When I awoke for the last time that morning, I lay in an empty bed.  A
glass of water sat on Mom's nightstand, a post-it on it read LOVE MOM.  I
drank it, gratefully, and I slid out of bed and walked to my room.  I
pushed opened the door.  My cousin lay naked on my covers, an empty glass
on the nightstand next to him and his cock standing straight in the air. 
Without saying anything, I pulled on a pair of shorts and then dropped the
full weight of my body onto my bed.

   "Holy shit, what?" Andrew asked.  He turned his head, his expression
narrowed in half-sleep, and he stretched, his limbs pointing in awkward
angles as he finished waking himself up.  "What the fuck, man?"

   "It's almost ten," I said.  "Get up."

   "I am up, look." The fucker swiveled his hips and shook his dick at me.
"Not as big as your dick, but I get the job done."

   "You're not small," I said.

   "Stop checking out my dick, you gay."

   "Asshole," I said, and turned away, turning red as my cousin laughed at
me.  He slid from the bed and dug through his bag, finding a pair of
basketball shorts that he pulled on.  He sat next to me and yawned.

   "What a fucking night," he said.

   "No shit."

   "My mom has got the tightest little" -"he held his hands in front of his
himself, thumb and forefingers touching, then he forced out a loud, hungry
growl to finish his sentence.

   "I bet their downstairs."

   "I'm ready to fuck again.  You?"

   I nodded, but only Andrew had the hard-on tenting his shorts.  For some
reason, that made me feel like a gentleman.

   "I'm kinda sore," I said.

   Andrew shrugged.  "Fuck gently then.  I'm going to."

   I looked at him.

   "I am," he said.  "I swear."

   "Right."

   We left my room, wearing only our shorts, and headed downstairs.  The
clothes that we had worn last night were nowhere in sight.  Our mothers
were in the kitchen, both of them wearing small, short-sleeved T-shirts
that hugged their upper bodies, while the breakfast bar hid their lower
bodies.  They had let their short hair down, their strands wild and messy.
They smiled at us, a glow seeming to backlight their smiles in a strange
and alluring way.

   I don't think I had ever seen Aunt Faye or my mother this happy before.
Ever.  They looked younger, not that they ever looked old.  Mom was only
thirty-five and Faye a year younger, but they just looked younger,
refreshed, revitalized.  Happy.  Glowing.  Made of fucking stardust.

   Andrew and I both stopped in the living room.  Our moms were facing each
other, with Faye her back to us.  Mom nodded in our direction, and Faye
turned around, her smile wide as always.

   "Boys -"no, men," Faye said.  "Don't just stand there; come give your
mothers a hug."

   Our mothers walked around the breakfast bar from either end when Andrew
and I hesitated.  When they came into view, we could see that their clingy
shirts covered their mounds, but not the hairless lips below.  I took a
deep breath and hugged my mother as Andrew hugged Aunt Faye, and as I eyed
my aunt from the side, her shirt pulled up over her butt, leaving her naked
from her waistline down.  The small curve of her ass helped my cock swell
against my mother's slim tummy.

   "After you've fucked a girl silly," Mom said, whispering her words into
my ear, "don't make the morning awkward by acting shy."

   I loosened the hug, and Mom kissed me on the lips.  The morning peck
turned into more than a peck, and then more, my cock rising to full
hardness against her stomach.

   Aunt Faye said, "Fuck, Andrew, you're a horny boy."

   He had his hands on her ass, groping her hard.  "Can't help it, Mom,"
Andrew said.  "You're so fucking sexy."

   "You're beautiful," I whispered to my mother and punctuated my sentiment
with a soft kiss.

   "Go eat," Mom said.  "We made breakfast, then join us in the living
room."

   Mom patted my butt through my shorts and sent me on my way.  Andrew
persisted with some kissing until Aunt Faye gave him a two-handed, playful
shove in the direction of the kitchen.  Breakfast sat on the bar: bacon,
sausage, pancakes, and it wasn't until the first sausage hit my mouth that
I realized how hungry I was.  My cousin and I raced each other to finish as
much of the food as possible, the thought of sharing everything evenly
between each other, never entering my mind -"or his by the way he sucked
down his food.

   In the living room, our moms had sat in the leather recliners bordering
each end of the couch.  Faye had the clicker, and she kept clicking away
and clicking away, bypassing programs until she reached the adult channels.
She selected one titled Wicked Little Asian Bitches and left it there.

   "Finish your breakfast," Aunt Faye said.  "and come watch this movie
with us.  I hear it's plot-heavy."

   Mom laughed.

   On-screen, two tatted Asian hotties dressed in black gloves and
thigh-high stockings had started a sixty-nine.  They played with each
other's pussies, rubbing their lips side to side while licking and spitting
on each other's muffs.  Each woman wore dark mascara that highlighted the
swept away lilt to their eyes, and black lipstick that somehow emphasized
just how Asian they were.

   By the time we had eaten the last pancake, both of the actresses on
stage were dripping wet and had gone from a sixty-nine to a doggy style
strap-on fuck.  The taller and paler actress was fucking her shorter and
more athletic partner fast and hard.  The taller girl had one hand between
them, gripping the base of her strap-on as she slid the long, silicone
fuck-stick into the shorter girl at an angle the camera could capture.

   "Mm," Mom whispered.  "I've always liked a good fucking from behind."

   "Slut," Faye said, giggling.  "So, you don't have to look at your
husband?"

   Mom narrowed her eyes and made a loud "Ooh" sound.

   Andrew nudged me and said.  "Your dad's ugly."

   I rolled my eyes.  That wasn't true.

   "Get out here, boys," Faye said, looking at us.  "Go clean up and get
back down here; your breakfast isn't over yet."

   Mom laughed, but she added, "Hurry up," to Faye's demand.

   After a quick brush of our teeth and some mouthwash, we were back
downstairs.  Both of our moms had thrown their legs over the arms of their
recliners, spreading themselves open for us.  The sight of my mother with
her legs spread, and her little golden muff on display caused me to pause
on the steps.  Faye had her back to us, so we didn't get an eyeful of her
until after we stood in the middle of the room.

   "Come here, baby," Mom said.  "Soothe Mommy's pussy after the pounding
you gave it last night."

   "That's right, Andrew," Faye said, her words soft and pouty, "you owe me
a little pussy massage for how hard you fucked me."

   My cock grew, as did Andrew's, both of our dicks swelling with every
word our mothers uttered.  I walked to my mother, forgetting about Aunt
Faye, and I knelt between Mom's open thighs.

   "That's my boy," Mom purred.

   I slid my hands against the recliner's leather cushion, palms up, and
cupped my mother's small ass cheeks.  With a quick tug, her body slid right
to me, and I stopped pulling when her ass lay on the edge of the chair. 
Her sweet, candy-like scent filled my lungs, and the pink seam between her
small lips glistened with dew.

   I sighed.

   Mom licked her lips and waited.

   I had seen Faye's hole up close and open, and I wanted to see my
mother's cunny in that 4K, hot pink definition as well.  I slid my
forefingers along her outer lips, the puffy meat sticky with her juices
-"and my cum.  Her inner petals weren't big enough to push past her outer
lips, but as I pulled my mother's labia open, they separated under the
pressure.  Clear strings of pussy juice stretched apart between her narrow
valley, and I licked my tongue through her gash, swallowing her cream.

   "Mm," Mom moaned as I tongue-petted her twat.

   I pressed my thumbs together and traced the line of her pussy.  Mom
sighed.  I stared at her hole as I pushed my thumbs into her warmth.  She
moaned again.  I spread my thumbs, pulling her slick meat apart and
stretching her pussyhole to the sides -"opening her wide in the way a
speculum would.  Mom let out a surprised groan as I spread her cunny open.

   "So pink," I whispered, staring right into her velvet tunnel.

   Aunt Faye moaned.

   Andrew made hungry, slurping sounds.

   "Eat it, baby," Mom said.  "Eat Mommy's pussy."

   "Yeah, yeah, fuck me," one of the Asians on TV moaned.

   I extended my tongue and licked the sides of Mom's outer labia, her
flesh smooth and silky.  I traced the narrow oval of her lips, starting at
her clit and moving downward counterclockwise, then back up the right side.
Mom's pearl popped out, and I mashed my tongue against the little button.

   "Ooh, fuck," Mom whimpered.

   I flicked my tongue across her clit several times.

   "Shit, baby," Mom moaned.

   Her insides pulsed, her pink muscles spasmed, and I pushed my tongue out
as far as I could and slid it into her wide-open cunny hole.  Mom moaned,
the sound relaxed, and her inside pulsed again.  I let her pussy lips
close, and they clasped my tongue in a sideways kiss.  For the next several
minutes, I slid my tongue up and down her slit, staying inside of her and
lapping up the cream that dripped from her pussy.

   "Here," Mom whispered.  She took my left hand and placed it on her mound
crossways, my fingertips pointing to the right.  She nudged my thumb down
so that it covered her clit.  Her face trembled.  "Play with your mommy's
pussy, baby.  It's your new toy."

   I moaned and rubbed my mother's clit.  Her thighs trembled and tensed,
her scent amplified, and the buzz it gave me was better than last night's
wine-buzz.  I took my right middle finger, placed it at her hole and pushed
into her softness, the warmth between her legs welcoming me right into her
creamy depths.  I screwed my finger through her silkiness several times,
fast then slow, then pausing to feel her insides.  When Mom whimpered, I
added my forefinger, turned my palm up as she had shown me, and rubbed the
underside of her mound while continuing to thumb her clit.

   Mom went wild, pumping her pussy up at me by pulling on the recliner's
arm chests with her legs.

   "Fuck, oh, fuck, yeah, yeah, yeah," our moms cried out, while the Asians
on TV yelled, "Fuck me, you bitch, you little Asian whore." The living room
sounded like some dungeon where men forced women chained to furniture to
come until they had nothing left to squirt.

   I worked my mother's pussy fast.  Not hard, but fast, making love to her
twat with my fingers.  Mom rolled her hips, moving in ways that I had never
seen her move before.  Her spiraling hips turned in fluid circles made of
sex, with her thighs wide in an open V pointed straight at her smooth
cunny.

   Mom's pussy creamed.  She quivered.  Her insides pulsed around my
fingers as I ground the little pleasure jewel capping her pussy against her
pubic bone.  I lowered my head, turning sideways so that I could fit my
tongue to her tight, pale asshole.  When the tip touched Mom's forbidden
ring, she came.

   "Oh, god, no, what -"fuck!" Mom cried out, whining like a little girl,
her cries full of surprised, orgasmic pleasure.

   I let her ride my fingers and thumb, and though I lost my connection
with her asshole, I licked and nibbled on the inside of her left thigh. 
Mom whimpered and shivered, her breath ragged as her pussy dripped cummy
juices down her asshole and to the cushion below.  I pulled my fingers from
her pussy and sat back on my heels, watching her and listening as Aunt Faye
came moments later.

   "You taste so fucking good," I said to my mother.  "Better than the
sweetest candy."

   Mom stared at me from half-lidded eyes and smiled.  She patted her pussy
with her right hand, the sound wet, the effect on my cock immediate.

   "Give your dick a treat," Mom whispered.

   I rose up, braced my knees on the recliner, and slid my thick cock into
the messy folds of my mother's pussy.  She moaned and arched her back,
adjusting to my size.  Her knees draped over my elbows, and I pushed her
legs back and gave her little pussy a thumping that rocked the chair and
left Mom panting as if she were sprinting a mile.  I pulled out when I
came, and we both watched as I dropped a load of teenage cum onto the wet
folds of her muff.

   "Fuck, Mom," I whispered.  "I fucking love you."

   Mom laughed.  "You're going have to learn when to say that, baby, for
best effect." Still, she pulled me down to her mouth and kissed me in ways
that no mother should kiss her son, and I returned it with unashamed lust.

   Andrew finished coming sometime after the kiss with my mother ended. 
Then, our mothers sent us upstairs and said, almost as one, "Give your
mommas' pussies a break until tonight's date."

   They laughed together, sharing a sisters think alike look.

   That look gave me ideas.

   "Teenagers," Faye said.  "I forget how much young boys like to fuck."

   Switching Dates

   We let our mothers rest until the sun went down.  Okay, we tried to jump
into the showers with them, but they pulled the Mom Card, voice and all,
and sent us on our way.  After that, they left the house and said they
would be home after sunset, just in time for our dates.

   At six, we received text messages -"me from Aunt Faye and Andrew from my
mother.  Tonight, we were going to switch partners, and we needed to be
ready to go to the movies in about an hour.

   "You don't mind switching?" Andrew asked.

   I shrugged.  "I don't think it would matter, but no." And then I smiled.
"Plus, I have the bigger dick."

   "You fucking asshole," Andrew said.

   After a short wrestling match that I didn't win, we showered, and we
readied ourselves for our dates.

   Our Moms arrived home an hour later, and they came dressed for a night
out.  Aunt Faye was wearing a black mini dress, with thin shoulder straps
and V-neck front, her breasts popping out without a bra to hold them back
-"their sides bulging behind the fabric of the V-neck.  Her dress had an
asymmetrical hem that was shorter on the right side than the left, her legs
glowing.  She wore heels and carried a small clutch bag with her, and her
dress was not the kind of dress a woman wore to the movies unless it was a
Hollywood premiere.

   Mom wore a clingy dress of navy blue, with long sleeves, but no
shoulders and it was backless.  The skirt was short, too short to bend over
in, and her little breasts lay outlined beneath the silky, stretchy
material whose neckline rose maybe an inch above her nipples.  Mom was
wearing heels as well, and her small purse had a tiny shoulder strap that
she hung from her left shoulder.

   Our moms had been to the stylist, Faye's hair black and vibrant; Mom's
straw-gold and glowing.  Their lipstick matched, and they looked like they
were ready for a night on the town while my cousin and I had dressed in
jeans and buttoned-up shirts, like two high schoolers -"which we fucking
were -"who had no idea how to dress for a date with real women.

   "Ready?" Faye asked.  She put her arm around my waist.  "We're going to
see a movie, and then we have a surprise for you two boys."

   "I'm ready," Andrew said, and he didn't hesitate to put his arm around
my mother's shoulders as we walked out of my house.

   When in Rome, I thought, never thinking that I'd ever use that
expression in my life.

   We drove in Mom's car, a four-door current year Honda Civic.  Mom didn't
drive us to our usual theater, instead, making an extra half-hour trip to a
luxury theater that I'd never been to before.  In the car, Faye sat behind
Mom, her belt buckled, but she turned toward me and idly stroked the hem of
her skirt, pulling it up and pushing it down, spreading her legs, the
interior of the car too dark to see anything but the shadows between her
thighs.

   Once at the theater, we went straight inside.  Our mothers had bought
the tickets earlier in the day, to some obscure foreign flick that not many
people would be watching, even on a Saturday night.  The theater that it
was playing in was small, but so fucking fancy.  It was booth-seating, two
seats to a booth, and the center booths sat side by side, while the
stairways bordered the booths set against the walls.  We sat in the
uppermost, center aisle booths, where privacy abounded.  We had a table and
touchscreen menus for drinks and food, and I knew that there was no way I
could afford to take a typical high school date to a place like this.

   Before sitting, my cousin and I looked at each other.  We glanced at our
moms.  We were on our own now, with each other's mothers, and there was no
turning back.  It was our last chance to run to the arms of the women who
birthed us.  It was our last chance to let our mothers know that we didn't
want to share.  But when I glanced at Aunt Faye and her little dress, and I
remembered her squatting on my cock, I motioned to the booth with an
outstretched arm, allowing Aunt Faye to sit first as a gentleman should.

   We sat in black leather chairs set side by side, with a center armrest
big enough for both of our arms.  They had not built the seats for
cuddling, but they were comfortable enough for a woman as small as my aunt
to slide over once the lights had dimmed.

   "Do you want to eat anything?" Aunt Faye asked.  "Drink?"

   "I'm good," I said.  "You?"

   "I think I could use a drink," Faye said.  She slid her left hand over
the center armrest and placed her hand on my thigh.  "But have I all that I
need for when I get hungry."

   The smile she gave me sent my pulse into overdrive, and my cock
performed a wake-up stretch in the direction of my aunt's hand.

   "Do you like dating your aunt?" Faye asked.

   I nodded my head.

   She smiled.  "You're so quiet.  It's cute." She glanced down at my lap
and ran her hand up my thigh.  "And when you get aggressive, it's hot."

   I bushed, thankful for the dim lights.

   Aunt Faye ordered herself a glass of wine.  By the time it arrived, the
lights had darkened, and the previews had started to roll.  By the time the
movie started, only two other couples had entered the theater, and they sat
two levels below us.  The film itself was a dark piece, all shadows, and
despair and looking inward at one's grief.  The lack of bright scenes left
the theater in near darkness, save the softly glowing lamps that lined the
stairway like beacons of backlit honey surrounded by shadow.

   "Be aggressive with me," Aunt Faye said, leaning into me.  "You're on a
date.  The girl wants to know what you want." She put her hand on mine. 
"If she doesn't want to, she'll let you know."

   The seats were big and the center armrest wide, but I leaned over and
slid my arm around my aunt's shoulders.  On-screen, a man and a woman
kissed, nothing special, too artistic to be sexy, or maybe it was sexy
because it was artistic -"I didn't fucking know.  I pulled my aunt to me.
She placed her hand on my leg.  I heard my mother's kissing moans, my
cousin having wasted no time with her.

   I turned my head and pulled Aunt Faye toward me.

   "Say something sexy to me," Faye whispered.

   My mind froze, but my lips touched her cheek, near her ear.  Something
sexy.  Say something!

   "Fuck the movie," I whispered.  "There's nothing better than watching
you."

   My aunt smiled.  "We'll work on that, Romeo."

   She turned her head and pressed her lips to mine.  We kissed slowly,
opening our mouths as the sounds of our puckering mixed with the movie.  I
turned my head and flicked my tongue forward, licking my aunt's tongue
quickly before resuming the lip to lip contact.  She smiled against me, and
I turned my body toward her, placing my hand on her thigh.

   "Let me touch you first," I whispered.  My heart raced, and blood surged
like liquid fire through my veins.  "I want you to feel how much I love you
when I touch you between your legs."

   Fuck, I had said love.  Was that wrong?  Was that -"

   "Now that's how you should talk to your aunt," Faye whispered.  "You
just gave me chills."

   My aunt spread her legs for me, and I slid my hands up her naked thigh,
wondering if I'd feel panties when my fingers disappeared beneath her
skirt. Warmth, heat, and damp flesh paved the way for my fingers to the
hairless pussy between her legs.  No panties.  I was starting to wonder if
my aunt would ever wear them again.

   I bet my mom is wearing panties.

   The thought melted from my mind as I slid my fingers across the length
of my aunt's slit.  I heard my mother moan.  I kissed my aunt harder.  I
pushed against her soft cunny lips, their slickness coating my fingers. 
Faye leaned back, breaking our kiss, but she turned in her seat to face me,
her left leg up, her right on the floor.  Her skirt rolled backward, and I
pushed my two largest fingers into her hole to their last knuckles.

   "Mm," Faye sighed, her breathing deep and rolling.  She turned her head
to watch the movie, smiling as I pumped the heat between her folds.  She
breathed harder, but quietly, her nostrils flaring when I gave her muff a
firm thrust.  "Mm, yeah."

   I closed my eyes and listened to my aunt's moans.  I let them guide me.
The sound of my mother moaning through clenched teeth tightened my balls.
What was my cousin doing to her?  I pumped my aunt's pussy harder, making
her grunt.  I lowered my head between her legs, guided by her sex-filled
scent.  My mouthed watered, and when I closed my lips over her clit, I
covered her pearl in my saliva.

   "Oh, oh, oh," Faye whispered.

   I tongue-fucked her clit against her pubic bone.  She wiggled in her
seat, her legs fidgeting.  Mom moaned again, followed by a groan.  I heard
the shuffling of pants and the lowering of a zipper.  I raised my left hand
to my aunt's asshole.  What was Andrew doing to my mother?

   "Uh," Mom grunted, her voice breaking.  Rapid and hoarse panting
followed.

   "Ooh," Faye whimpered when I pushed my forefinger against her back door.
"Mm, fuck, fuck, fuck," she whisper-chanted and squirmed beneath my mouth
and hands.  Her pussy turned juicy, like a well of sexual nectar, and I
spread my fingers inside of her.  Her cream flowed.  My aunt's thighs
shook, and she wiggled her asshole further away from my finger but had no
more room left to run.

   My mother was panting hard now.

   I pushed firmer against my aunt's asshole as I sucked her pearl into my
mouth.  She squirmed one last time.  The tip of my finger rubbed the
tightness of her asshole, the friction stretching around my digit, and she
let out a loud yelp as she came.

   I let my aunt come on my hands and face.  She whimpered in near-silence,
shivering and trembling, having no choice but to lower her butt onto my
finger and slide her narrow back door down my unforgiving digit.

   "Ooh, fuck," Faye whimpered, the two words coming out in a long
exhalation of air.  "Johnny, you nasty fucker." Her asshole gripped me
tightly, and I could feel its reluctance to open in a rough stretching of
rubbery muscle.

   I slid my finger from her ass and sat back in my chair.  My aunt downed
her wine and cleaned her pussy and seat with the napkins provided.  I wiped
my fingers, but they were as clean as they needed to be to keep playing. 
The movie continued, and my cousin grunted, as did my mother, the strained
sounds of forcibly-quieted orgasms leaving their lips.

   Minutes passed, and then Faye said, "It's time to go and show you your
surprise." She leaned over the backrest of the booth and said the same to
my mother and her son.  We stood and left the theater early, Aunt Faye
giddy about showing us our surprise.

   Hotel Foursome

   Our mothers' surprise for us was a hotel room right across the street
from the theater in a fancy high-rise that was a part of the entire
downtown entertainment center.  We bypassed the front desk, and the people
inside gave our mothers a long look and us, I guess.

   Who knew what everyone was thinking, I didn't.  Two boys and their moms?
Probably not.  It didn't matter, we didn't grope each other, and when we
took the elevator to the upper floors, Faye pointed to a camera and told us
to keep our hands to ourselves until we reached the room.

   My mother's hair looked disheveled, and her dress had new wrinkles about
the skirt, but that didn't tell me how far Andrew had gone with my mother.
His eyes did, though.  He had fucked her, right in the booth next to me. 
My cock swelled, and the outline of my dick shown through my pants before
we reached our floor.

   Andrew and I hurried out.  Our mothers laughed.

   "Where are you guys going without us?" Faye asked.

   "Maybe we should go get dinner," Mom said.  "Teenagers need their
energy."

   "Uh," I said as Andrew said, "No we don't!"

   Our mothers laughed.

   They took our arms in theirs, aunts to nephews, and led us to our room.
It was a big room, with floor to ceiling windows that overlooked the
downtown lights and streets below.  Dynamic glass made up the windows, and
Aunt Faye adjusted them so that we could see out, but people could not see
in.

   "Just our silhouettes," Mom said as Faye toyed with the lighting.

   The room had two beds, queen-sized, with white coverings and wooden
frames that matched the tan walls.  There was a large bathroom, a small
walk-in closet, a couch, a small table, two chairs, and a 4K TV that Aunt
Faye quickly turned to porn.

   "This will fit tonight's theme," Faye said, selecting a movie from a
group-sex channel.  "No Holes Left Behind." My aunt laughed so hard that
she had to wipe tears from her eyes.

   "Wine," Mom said.

   They had been here before because several bottles sat on the room's
table next to four glasses.  Mom poured four single-swallow shots for
everyone.  My cousin and I picked up our glasses, and our moms picked up
theirs.  They stood in their sexy dresses with their nipples poking against
the fabric and the scent of their lust and cum drifting from them, and my
cock throbbed with the need to fuck.

   "Here's to," Aunt Faye said, lifting her glass, "wild sex with our sons
and nephews, and to lots of it."

   "Here's to," Mom said, rolling her eyes at her sister, "new loves and
sharing secrets."

   I didn't know what to say.  Andrew smiled like a fool.  We drank our
wine, set our glasses down, and our dates came to us.

   Aunt Faye and I fell onto the closest bed while Mom took Andrew to the
far bed.  Faye straddled me, and I grabbed her hips, then slid my hands
over her smooth stomach, feeling her ribs before I closed my hands on her
big, round tits.

   "Mm," Faye moaned, releasing the sound into my mouth.  "You boys like
those big fuckers, don't you?" She didn't let me answer, kissing me before
I could.

   My mother and cousin mimicked us.

   I squeezed my Aunt's tits.  Her thick nipples bent under my palms, and I
humped my cock up between her legs.  She laughed, breathless, and pushed
herself up.  Her fingers played with my buckle, the same sounds coming from
the other bed, and after some deft clasping and unzipping, my cock sprang
up, free and hard and ready to fuck.  Faye pulled the hem of her skirt with
her left hand, tugging it to the side and then upward out of the way,
letting me see her sun-browned pussy and the dripping wet lips below.

   "This what you want?" Faye teased.  She circled her hips as she opened
her legs over my cock.  My knob brushed her slit, and she inhaled sharply
while pulling her cunny away from me.  "This pussy?"

   "You want to fuck your aunt?" Mom whispered.  "Do you want to pound this
pussy, Andrew?"

   "Fuck yes," my cousin said.

   Mom wasn't as loud as her sister, but fuck, her gently spoken words had
a caress to them that made my shaft throb.  Pre-cum beaded my tip.

   "Ooh, look whose dick just got excited," Aunt Faye said.  She humped her
pussy forward, rubbing her slit over my tip.  Her lips split across my
crown, and then she sat down on the underside of my shaft.  Her pussy lips
bulged to the sides, and her cunny's wet seam licked my fuck-stick with
warmth and wetness.

   "Come on, Andrew," Mom whispered.  "Come get your auntie's pussy, if you
can."

   I turned my head.  Mom's dress lay just beneath her small tits.  She was
on one knee and one foot, like an athlete at rest.  My cousin's cock
couldn't quite reach her muff, and whenever he humped upward, Mom teased
her pussy away.  She reached down, grasped my cousin's cock in an overhand
grip, and started pumping his prick with a pressure that made his breath
catch.

   "Do you feel how wet my pussy is for you?" Aunt Faye whispered in my
ear. "So fucking wet for your big family cock."

   "God damn," I sighed.

   I grabbed her hips and helped my aunt slid her twat over my dick.  She
humped my shaft until my hard-on gleamed, and I grabbed her dress and
pulled up and off her body, getting her naked -"her big tits jiggling for
me.  We struggled with my shirt, and soon the feeling of my aunt's firm
breasts pressed against my chest.

   "I want to fuck you," I moaned.  "I need to fuck you, Aunt Faye."

   "Mm, that's a good nephew," she whispered.

   Faye rose up onto her knees.  She reached behind her butt and found my
cock.  She wiggled her hips, my knob sliding against her muff and thighs,
then her hole found my pole, and she sat down on my dick.

   "Uh, fuck," my aunt groaned, her back arching as my cock disappeared
between the juicy folds of her pussy.

   "Oh-umm," Mom moaned as she sank onto her nephew's prick.

   "Fuck us," Faye said.  "Fuck us good, boys."

   Mom and Faye started riding us.  Mom had put her knee down, and now she
straddled my cousin the way Fay had straddled me.  They looked at each
other, bouncing up and down on our cocks, with Faye's big tits bouncing
tightly against her chest.  My mom pulled off her dress as she circled her
pussy over my cousin's prick, her lips stretching wide over his girth.

   But I was thicker.

   Mom started bouncing again, her speed making her little tits jiggle and
shake.  I grabbed my aunt's hips and pumped upward.

   "Oh, fuck, ooh," Faye whimpered.

   Andrew did the same, giving mom's pussy a few hard thrusts.

   "Fuck, shit, fuck," Mom groaned.

   Our mothers sped up, so we sped up.  Our mothers slowed, so we slowed.
They stared at each other and matched their rhythms together, then Faye
raised her cunny while Mom slammed her pussy down.  They switched speeds,
and they ground their cunnies on our cocks until both of us were gasping
for air.

   Mom reached between her thighs, pressing her fingers to her pussy.  Faye
did the same while reaching back to cup my balls with her other hand.  Our
mothers rode us hard with back and forth strokes, then in circles, then
back to forth.  Their moans filled the room.  My balls started to tingle.
Andrew was panting hard and digging his fingers into my mother's hips in a
white-knuckled grip that was sure to leave bruises.

   My heart raced.  Wetness dripped out of my aunt hole.  Her face
trembled, and her lips quivered.  My cock tingled with pleasure.

   "I'm going to come," Mom moaned.  "Fuck, I'm going to come on my
nephew's cock."

   "Fuck," I gasped.

   "Coming!" Andrew yelled.

   Faye whimpered and shook, and then she came, crying out in a high-pitch
squeal.  I came, shooting my seed right up my aunt's snatch to the deepest
depths of her.  Mom pressed herself hard to Andrew's hips and rode him,
making him gasp and shake as she wet his balls with her honey.

   I closed my eyes and let my cum release from my body into my aunt's
little pussy.  She fell onto me, and her heart thumped against mine through
our chests.  I held her, and she held me as we calmed down from our first
fuck of the night.

   Not long after, Mom whispered in my ear, "Can you get that dick hard for
Mommy?" She nibbled my ear, sending a shiver through my body.  My cock
swelled, the blood rushing through my shaft and plumping up my meat-stick.
"That's my boy." Mom took my cock in her hand and stroked, her fingers wet
with pussy juice and cum.  "Get that big, beautiful dick hard for me."

   I thickened in no time under her gentle fingers.  Mom stood and grabbed
the wine while I undressed.  On the other bed, my aunt and cousin were both
naked, and Faye was slobbering over her son's member and licking up her
sister's pussy juice.  I moaned.  On TV, four girls were getting every hole
filled while more men stood in the background, waiting for their chance to
fuck.  This couldn't be real.

   "Here," Mom pushed a glass of wine into my hand.  She whispered, "Drink
up, then give me a real fucking."

   I drank.  Mom drank.  We stared at each other over the rim of the
glasses, her blue eyes shining and full of mischief.  We set the glasses
down.

   "Mom," Andrew panted, the sound of Faye's dick sucking loud.  "Fuck,
mommy."

   Mom smiled and walked to the foot of the bed.  She climbed on, light
playing off her naked body.  She crawled onto all fours, leaving her knees
on the edge of the bed and looked at me, waiting and wonton, daring me to
fuck her.

   I walked behind her and froze.

   What a glorious sight: Mom on her knees at the end of the bed, her
thighs open and her small butt in the air.  The bottoms of her cheeks swept
away, and below, the golden curve of her hairless cunt stared up at me. 
Her pussy lips gleamed pink, and a milky, whitish cream painted the
centerline of her soft clam.  I moaned, and my cock pulsed with the need to
fuck.

   On TV, at least four women were getting dicked by any number of cocks.
One of the pornstars was whimpering, and another was uttering fast
"uh-uh-uh" moans that made me want to spank my mother's ass.

   On the bed next to me, Aunt Faye moaned as her son pushed his rock-hard
erection into her hole.  Her finger curled over the white bedspread, and
she spread her knees farther apart as Andrew swiveled his hips, really
opening his mother's pussy up.

   I grasped my mother by her hips.  She spread her knees, the folds of her
pussy inviting me in.  Her little slit looked too small for my cock, and I
moaned, thinking about how tight her tiny box was.  I used my hips to guide
my knob to her slit, and when I pushed forward, her soft pussy collapsed
inward under the pressure of my dick.

   "Mm," Mom sighed.

   I took my time, watching her cute cunny sink inward, her lips chasing my
prick and her warmth relaxing the ache shooting through my shaft and into
my sack.

   "You're so fucking soft, Mom," I said.  I pulled out when half of my
cock was inside of her, then fucked it back in.  Mom moaned.  And I gave
her a quick, half-cock fuck that made her juices run.  "So fucking hot."
Mom whimpered.  I fed her more of my cock, slipping and sliding inside of
her.  "Such a sexy fucking bitch."

   "Oh, you little shit," Mom whispered.  "Pound me, baby.  Fuck this bitch
good."

   "Uh-uh-uh-uh," Faye moaned.

   "Yeah, Mom, yeah," Andrew said.  His hips slapped into his mother's ass,
and her head bounced back and forth as her son pumped her pussy hard.

   I gave my mother a few more quick strokes then pushed all the way into
her pussy.

   "Oh, yeah," Mom grunted.

   I pulled out a quarter of the way and fucked back in, keeping most of my
dick stuffed up her muff.  Mom grunted and groaned, each doggy-style stroke
hitting her soft insides and rubbing against her guts.  Mom's pussy
squished around me, and her juices dripped whenever I pulled my cock out. I
started fucking her from different angles and speeds -"fast-fast-fast
-"hard -"fast-fast-fast -"grind, controlling her body by the hips.  I
changed my depths, first deep then shallow, fast, slow, hard-hard-hard,
slow.  Mom turned into a whimpering mess.

   "Kiss her," some porno guy said from the TV.  "Kiss the slut."

   The way that Mom and Aunt Faye had looked at each other early in the day
crossed my mind.

   I pushed my cock all the way into my mother's pink and flexed my ass. 
She grunted in surprise.  I rolled my ass back and forth, like a swimmer in
the water.  My knob ground against her insides and I kept my hips to her
ass and fucked her like that until she started to whimper, then I slid my
right arm under her stomach and my left between her shins and the bed, and
lifted her into the air.

   "Oh, what?" Mom asked, gasping.

   I carried my mother to my cousin's bed, setting her down at an angle to
her sister.  Then I swung her body around, and I climbed onto the bed,
nudging us to the center of the mattress so that Mom faced Aunt Faye.  I
started fucking Mom again, pushing her face closer to Faye's.

   "These fucking boys," Faye panted.  "You know -"mm -"what they -"oh
-"want us to do."

   "Mm, mm-hmm," Mom moaned as I fed her twat long, firm strokes of my
meat.

   "We better fucking do it," Faye said.

   Mom laughed, and I pumped her hard, knocking the breath from her lungs.
She leaned forward.  My balls tingled.  My cock swelled.  My thighs
trembled -"it happened fast.  Their lips met.  Andrew's face broke and
quivered, and our mothers kissed.

   "Fuck," I gasped.

   "Coming," Andrew panted.

   Cum surged through my shaft.  I humped my hips fast, fucking Mom through
my orgasm, the sensitivity in my tip making me shake.  Our mother's lips
slid against each other, and my quick series of pussy-pokes pushed and
pulled Mom's mouth away from Faye's.  They chased each other, two sisters
kissing for the first time for their sons.

   Holy fuck, what a night.

   Exhausted, we turned off the lights and crawled into bed.  Aunt Faye
left the porn on, and soft moans from the lowered volume never let my cock
go completely limp.  An hour later, I was between Mom's legs, her knees out
to the sides as I slowly dipped my wick into her buttery-soft pussy.  She
was slick and as hot as a fresh-from-the-oven cherry pie.  Mom whispered
naughty, slutty words to me, her voice soft and unrushed from another glass
of wine.

   Andrew went down on his mother, eating his own creampie from her.  Mom
saw this and made me do the same.  All thoughts of I'd never do that left
me as soon as the taste of her snatch graced my palate.

   Sometime during the night, I pulled my drunk mother out of bed, her soft
and slurred protests giving my erection a stiff ache.  I pressed her
against the floor-to-ceiling windows and rowed my prick into her pussy from
behind, her little tits pressed against the glass.  Mom had to spread her
legs and stand on her toes as I fucked her standing, her thighs straining
as I fed her every inch of my dick.  We came together, my arm around her
stomach and my fingers cupping her pussy, playing with her clit.

   Aunt Faye and Andrew made love -"at least, Andrew stroked his cock into
his mother slowly.  And as I spooned my mother facing them, my cousin
worked his hips in a Magic Mike motion that left his mother shaking after
she came.

   I was going to have to learn how to move like that.

   In the morning, thanks to Andrew, our mothers gave us a sister-sister
show that I'll never forget.  Mom, still drunk from the night before,
really went at her sister's snatch with her fingers and tongue.  They came
one right after other.  They left their heads between each other's legs,
lying on their sides, and Andrew and I mounted each other's moms from
behind and fucked their hairless clams one more time before we had to check
out of the hotel.

   I had never been so exhausted in my life.

   My cock had never been so sore, nor my hips, nor my fucking muscles, but
what a way to bring on the pain.

   We went home, cleaned up, and as my aunt and cousin left, I sighed as I
realized that Dad would be home soon.

   "Don't worry, baby," Mom said, giving me a soft and sensual kiss.  "We
just have to be careful when your father is around."

   And careful we were.

   Taboo Life

   Life would never be the same for my cousin or me again, but it wasn't
one giant orgy, either.  Aunt Faye and Mom let us work the excitement of
having regular sex out of our systems.  It took a few months, but slowly,
the urgent need to pull our mothers into the bedroom whenever we could,
calmed, and we started doing things with them other than fucking -"though
we mostly did that and eventually anal.

   It was like real dating.  No, it was dating, I guess.

   Aunt Faye was happy, and so was Mom, and she started urging Dad to spend
more time out of the house and on his weekend trips.  Thankfully we lived
on the West Coast, where the country clubs stayed open year-round.

   Sneaky sex wasn't easy, at first.  We had to use my room when Dad was
downstairs or sleeping late at night.  We had to be careful, rarely using
the bed because it might creak.  Mom spent a lot of time with her back on
the floor or on her hands and knees pumping her ass back at me, or in my
arms while I bounced her on my dick, and she always let me know that I was
bigger than Dad whenever he was in the house.  On the occasions that we did
use my bed, Mom liked to lie on her stomach with her legs closed while I
ground my dick into her as deeply as I could.

   One of her favorite things to do was to cuddle with me on the couch
whenever Dad had stayed out late, drinking with his buddies.  He would grab
another beer and sit in his recliner, while Mom and I lay beneath a blanket
with our heads facing his favorite chair so that he had a harder time
noticing my hips as I pumped my mother's pussy from behind.  Mom had a
special collection of crotchless panties that she kept in my room, and I'd
ease my prick into her whenever Dad passed out next to us or had drank too
much to notice what I was doing to his wife.

   My favorite pair of Mom's crotchless panties were her smallest ones. 
They were made of strings that went around her waist and curved into the
crack of her ass, then widened at her perineum to bracket her outer labia.
Their tightness puffed her hairless pussy outward, and she'd lift her dress
to show me her yummy cunny throughout the night, before getting on the
couch with me so I could slide my cock into tender heat between her legs.
Fuck, but Mom knew how to show me a good time.  Fuck that -"a great time.

   As far as sex between Mom and Dad went, it didn't, not really, and when
it did it -"if it did -"Mom never told me about it, and I didn't ask.  Dad
had his country club girls, and Mom had me, and the distance between them
seemed to work for them, and I could live with that.

   Now that we understood our relationships, we started spending more time
at Aunt Faye's house on the weekends.  And we even dated each other's moms
without the other one there.  I don't know what you'd call us -"a taboo
foursome?  Who knows, but what I do know is that I had one mother that I
loved, one aunt that loved, and a cousin who was like a brother to me in my
life, and I never saw that changing.

   And I had a Dad, who was into his own things, but he was still my dad.
Only now, his wife belonged to me, and he didn't even know.

   He never would.


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