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 Title: Mom's Closet


Summary: The Lesser of Two Evils?


Keywords: inc,fic,hot,erotic,taboo





   It had been almost two months since I'd been home.  At first, I'd tried
to make it every weekend.  School was only forty minutes away and I knew
Mom needed the support.  But after seven consecutive weeks of listening to
her bitching and moaning about how miserable her life was, and bad mouthing
Dad, I'd had enough.

   Sure Dad probably deserved most of it.  He had waited until the day I
left for college, the last of us kids to leave the house, to surprise Mom
with divorce papers, leaving that same day.

   Admittedly, it wasn't much of a surprise.  It hadn't been a loving home
for more than a year and I'd heard the arguments, even when they tried to
keep me out of it.  Hell, my bedroom was right next to theirs and they
weren't very quiet when they got into it.

   Mom accused Dad of cheating, which he denied.  He accused Mom of being a
frigid bitch and was tired of only having sex twice a year.  She called him
insensitive; she was going through that 'time.' He called her ...  well,
you get the idea.

   My parents were pretty well off and he left Mom in good shape.  The
house was paid off, he was paying her steady alimony and she was getting a
share of the profits from his business.  He'd also made sure that my
college education was covered and then some.  I'd be able to get a
doctorate with the amount of money in my trust fund.

   Still, it was pretty harsh the way he did it and I could understand some
of where Mom was coming from, but not 24 hours a day every weekend.  I
needed a little stress relief from my classes, not this.

   So I'd skipped a weekend.  Then three.  When I did go home, she was
absolutely intolerable.  To hear her tell it, I was almost as bad as Dad
and my brother and sister were worse.  How could she not see it was her
driving us away?

   On top of that, she was starting to let herself go.  Mom was never a
raving beauty, but she took pretty good care of herself and always dressed
nice.  I could swear she'd put on twenty pounds the last time I visited and
she wore nothing but baggy sweats and an over-sized t-shirt the whole time
I was there.  When I tried to get her to go out for dinner, she refused.  I
didn't get it.

   But she was still my mom.  So I was headed home again, determined to
suffer through it.  Three days, if I could stomach that much.

   I cut the engine on my old Harley, before rolling silently up the
driveway.  Hearing the engine of Dad's motorcycle drove her a little crazy,
so I tried to minimize the damage.  I opened the garage and parked my bike
next to her car, entering the house through the kitchen.

   I needn't have bothered with the noise.  Friday night, seven o'clock,
and the house was empty.  I breathed a sigh of relief, that I wouldn't have
to hear her bellyaching for a little while longer, grabbed a soda from the
fridge, and headed for the study.  I'd missed my XBOX and figured a little
me time was in order.

   I'm not sure how long I played, but when I took the headset off, I could
hear Mom arguing with someone.  Killing the game, I walked out to see what
was going on.  It only took a few seconds to hear it was Aunt Carol.

   "Never again, Winnie.  God, I feel so disgusting!"

   "Why?  You didn't do hardly anything.  All you did was watch and make
sure nobody came in the door, except for that one handjob," Mom snapped.

   Handjob?

   "Don't remind me.  Seeing you on your knees, doing what you were doing,
God, it was so gross, so filthy, and at the same time - well, you know. 
You have to stop doing this.  It's not safe, and I can't keep tagging along
to be your bodyguard.  I'm not going to let you drag me down with you.  I
can't."

   Knees?  Doing what she was doing?  Bodyguard?  What the fuck!

   Mom chuckled.  "Admit it, Carol.  You were ready to blow that guy.  You
know you were.  If I hadn't looked over, I bet you would have had him
halfway down your throat."

   "I ...  I can't, Winnie.  I don't want to.  I won't be put in that
position again."

   "I've gotta do something, Carol.  I'm going crazy.  It's the only thing
that makes me feel like a woman."

   "Then go out, hit a bar, go dancing, just not this!" My aunt was getting
pretty loud.  Hell, I don't think I'd ever heard her yell before.

   "Yeah, that worked so well.  Who wants an old fat woman?  You remember
what happened at Whiskey Row?"

   I was standing in the hallway and peeked around the corner.  They were
sitting on the couch together, sharing a bottle of wine, facing the TV away
from me.  I squatted down and leaned around the corner so I could hear
better.  Probably unnecessary, the way they'd been yelling at each other.

   Aunt Carol sighed, leaned over and hugged Mom.  "They're not all like
that.  You've got to keep trying.  There are still good men out there."

   Mom shook her head.  "Be real.  If you can't find one, as pretty as you
are, what are my chances?  I fucked up my marriage, and now I'm going to be
alone the rest of my life.  I'm a dried up prune, with the sex appeal of a
burlap sack."

   "Stop that!" Aunt Carol snapped.  "So you've let yourself go a little.
Go to the gym with me, we'll get you back to looking gorgeous and
desirable, you'll see.  You can stop this insanity of going to Josephine's,
and find someone worthwhile."

   Josephine's?  Shit! There was only one Josephine's as far as I knew.  A
run down adult shop with fifty-cent video booths in back, each with its own
glory-hole.  It was a popular place with the truckers next door at Love's.
It was also popular with drunken teenagers, as I knew too well.

   "Be real, Carol," Mom said.  "I was never gorgeous.  The only man that
desired me was my husband, and I lost him.  I should have just bought a ten
pound tub of KY and let him fuck me."

   "Or maybe seen a doctor and got on some meds," Aunt Carol offered.

   "Now you tell me.  A little late, don't you think?"

   "Well if I'd known, maybe I could have said something.  But nooo, you
were always so private, claiming everything was hunky-dory.  I'm your
sister, damn it!  You could have told me!"

   "Tell you what?  It hurts to fuck my husband?  My dried up cunt is like
sandpaper?  The only thing we did anymore was his weekly blowjob, and even
then it only succeeded half the time?  Is that what you wanted to hear, my
sorry excuse for a sex life?"

   "Maybe I could have helped?" Aunt Marie offered.

   "Right.  You could be my stunt double.  Show up for all the sex scenes."

   Aunt Carol stood up, and I scurried back around the corner.  "You know
that's not what I meant." She heaved a huge sigh.  "I need to go home and
take three showers.  You and I are going to the gym tomorrow, and I'm not
going to take no for an answer."

   "No, I really don't feel like it," Mom said.

   "I don't care what you feel like.  We're going, and that's that!  You
owe me, Winnie, big time.  Two hours in that place, seven different cocks,
geez, the smell alone was enough to make me hate myself."

   "But I don't have ..."

   I didn't want to get caught spying on them, especially after that
conversation, so I slipped down the hall and headed out the back door.  I
stood beside the garage for a few minutes until I saw Aunt Carol drive
away. Then I waited another half hour or so, getting caught up on my social
media, before hitting the garage door opener.

   I reentered the house from the garage after a suitable delay.  "Mom?"

   "Is that you, Randy?"

   "Who else?  I came home for the weekend, I hope that's alright."

   "Run out of laundry?"

   I walked into the living area and saw her.  She didn't look good.  The
twenty pounds she'd put on must have been at least thirty, and she'd
already been a bit pudgy.  Her hair was a mess.  No makeup, grubby sweats
and shirt.  Then again, I guess you don't have to look your best when the
only part of you that your 'dates' can see is your mouth.

   She walked toward me, arms open, and I let her hug me.  It was tough.  I
wanted to puke.  She smelled like cum.  My Mom, the glory-hole cum-slut. 
Great.

   "No, no laundry.  I missed you, and there are no classes on Monday -
free day to prep for mid-terms." Shit, why did I say that?  I could have
escaped Sunday.  Damn it!

   "Did you really miss me?" she asked pitifully, still clinging to me.

   "I did." I realized that she was drunk.  Terrific.  "Nobody cooks like
you."

   She looked up into my face and gave me a smile.  I'm pretty sure those
were cum stains on her shirt.  Wonderful.

   "It's nice to see you too," she said.  "I think I'm gonna take a shower,
I feel kind of dirty."

   Wow.  What a surprise.  You suck off seven strangers and feel 'kind of'
dirty?

   "Go ahead.  You want me to do anything about dinner, Mom?"

   "I'll whip up something for you afterward.  I'm not really hungry," she
said.

   I guess a diet of cum must be more filling than I thought.

   It was difficult making it through the evening, knowing what I knew, but
at least she was in a slightly better mood.  I think she only bad-mouthed
Dad a dozen times or so. 

   Still, I begged off early to go to bed.  It was difficult being around
her, thinking about what she was doing, the things she said.

   I lay in bed for hours, unable to sleep.  It was warped, I know, but I
couldn't stop thinking about it.  My Mom, behind a glory-hole, sucking
random cocks.  Jesus!  Dad had left her mostly because of the sex and the
constant bickering.  Now she was blowing strangers by the handful.

   Aunt Carol was in my thoughts as well, standing beside Mom, watching
her, while cock after cock appeared through the holes in the booth.  Her
hand reaching out, grabbing one, examining it, licking it, tentatively
sucking it.

   I sure had a fucked up family.

   * * * *

   I heard yelling on the other side of the wall.  It reminded me of the
old days.

   "Get your ass up, Winnie!  I told you, we're going to the gym," Aunt
Carol was shouting.

   "And I told you I didn't want to.  Maybe Monday, alright?" Mom argued.

   "No.  We're going.  You're going.  If you're not out of that bed and in
the shower in the next five minutes, I'm going to tell your son just what
his mother has been up to next time he shows up.  If he ever shows up
again."

   "You can't!" Mom shrieked.  "He's ..." Then their voices dropped to an
indistinguishable murmur.  I guess Mom remembered I could probably hear
everything they were saying.

   I hopped out of bed, threw on some shorts and a t-shirt, ran my fingers
through my hair, and headed out to the hall.  I was in the kitchen making
coffee when Aunt Carol appeared.

   "So the prodigal son decides to finally come home," she said snarkily.

   "Leave it alone, Aunt Carol.  I'm here, listening to her endless whining
and moaning, so don't give me any shit."

   I kind of liked the look on her face.  I had never talked to her like
that before, but I wasn't about to let her guilt me into anything, not when
she was Mom's glory-hole partner.

   I thought she'd tear into me, but she didn't.  She leaned against the
counter, quiet for a moment.  "Listen, Randy, I know it's tough.  Your
mother's going through a difficult time.  She's bitter and unhappy.  We
have to help her, not abandon her.  Please.  She's your mother.  She loves
you more than anything.  She thinks you're all she has left.  Try to help,
alright?"

   I was about to say something about helping like she was helping. 
Taking Mom out for her cum fix.  But the look on Aunt Carol's face was too
concerned, too sad.

   "I'm trying, okay?  I'm here.  Three day weekend and I'm not studying,
not going to parties, not trying to get laid.  I'm here, at home, with her.
I'm trying."

   She came over and gave me a big hug.  It was nice.  Aunt Carol was seven
years younger than Mom and hot.  Of course, the words from last night and
my stray thoughts came to mind.  Aunt Carol, on her knees in that dirty
booth, helping Mom suck off a long line of cocks.  It was disturbing enough
for me to start to get hard.  When Aunt Carol kept hugging me, it was
inevitable that she would notice.

   She backed off a little, looking at me in surprise.  Oddly enough, she
kept her lower body pressed against mine, my hard cock poking her in her
belly.  "I, uh, guess this is a pretty big sacrifice for you.  Feels like
you really do need to go out and get laid."

   I could feel myself blushing.  "Sorry."

   She grinned, wiggled her hips a bit, and gave me a quick kiss on the
lips.  "Don't be.  I'm flattered." Her hands drifted slowly down my chest
as she pulled away.  "I'm taking your mother out to get her some workout
clothes, and sign her up at the gym.  We'll be gone most of the morning. 
Try to be gentle with her, alright.  I'd appreciate it a lot.  I'll owe you
one." Then she gave me a wink that had my hardon doing the macarena.

   She reached down and tapped my erection.  "Now put that away before your
mother sees it.  That's all we need."

   Yeah, I imagine so.  We don't need cum-slut Mom cutting a hole through
my shorts so she can get her daily cum ration. 

   Of course, I didn't say that.  I was still a little stunned.  I nodded
and gave her another big hug, making sure she could feel how hard I was. 
"Alright.  I'll do my part.  And I think it's great that you're trying to
help her.  You're the best." I leaned down and planted a solid kiss on her.
No tongue, but not gentle either.  I liked the way she blushed.  She wasn't
the only one who could tease.

   * * * *

   They'd been gone about half an hour and I was in the shower beating off
when I lost it.  That's all I can say.  I completely lost any vestige of
sanity I had.  I just couldn't get my mind off of what Mom was doing.  What
Aunt Carol was supporting.  Not to mention how risky and dangerous it was.
It's warped, I know, but I thought, well, forget what I thought.  At least
I had a plan, and I was going to do something.

   I spent the next few hours in the closet, working on my plan.  It was
sick, twisted, wrong, and driving me crazy.  Every time I heard a noise
outside, I jumped, worried that I'd get caught.  Dad had taken most of his
power tools, making my job a little more difficult than I had anticipated.
Even so, by noon I had finished my efforts.  I looked it over, feeling an
obscene sense of pride, and a whole lot of shame.  I also had a seven inch
spike trying to punch a hole through my zipper.

   I checked the electronics for the umpteenth time.  Verified everything
was working on my laptop.  Tested all my controls, until I was completely
satisfied I'd done all I could.

   Then I went down to the living room to wait.

   * * * *

   They didn't get back until after two.  They brought leftover Chinese
food with them.  Too much veggies for my taste, besides, I'd already made
myself a sandwich.

   At least they seemed to be in a good mood, even if Mom was draggin' ass.
She gave Aunt Carol a hug and said she was going to shower and nap.  She
looked like she needed both.  I guess they hadn't showered at the gym.  I
got a brief kiss from Mom and found myself inhaling deeply, trying to see
if she smelled like cum if she'd been out sucking cocks again.  Nothing but
the acrid smell of sweat. 

   Aunt Carol gave me a look and nodded to the door. 

   "I'm gonna see Aunt Carol out," I told Mom, as she headed toward her
bedroom.

   Outside the door, my aunt turned, and I almost ran into her.  I grabbed
her so I wouldn't knock her over.  She grinned.

   "Enough Romeo.  I did what I could.  I'm gonna keep on her about the gym
and eating better.  I'm doing my part.  I need you to step up now and deal
with the mood and attitude.  You're the only one that stands half a chance
of getting her head on straight.  She's down on herself right now, so you
need to supply the pick-me-up.  Be nice to her, and get her thinking about
good things, not the past.  Can you do that?"

   I was still holding her, and she wasn't pulling away.  "I'll try.  I
promise."

   She nodded, then reached up, pulled my head down and gave me a kiss,
including just a hint of tongue.  "Do your best.  You won't be sorry."

   We had a surprisingly nice day, Mom and I.  I helped with a few issues
around the house, and she made us dinner.  We shared a bottle of wine
watching a NetFlix movie.  Sat beside each other on the couch.  We talked a
little, and God strike me dead if she didn't avoid mentioning Dad once all
evening.

   It was good but had me thinking twice about my plans for the evening. 
Then I'd look at her mouth and think back to what she'd been doing.

   "I'm going to go to bed early.  I'm aching all over," Mom said. 

   "Me too.  Have a good night." I gave her a quick hug, then made a dash
for my bedroom.

   Mom's closet shares a wall with mine.  I'd cleared that space out, and
had my area set up.  I brought up the laptop and turned on the webcam,
which now resided inside Mom's closet.  I also opened the new portal
between our closets.  It was about four inches in diameter, padded around
the edges, and crotch high.  Exactly my crotch high.

   I was trembling, scared to death.  What I was doing was insane, and if
it didn't work out, I'd be in deep shit until I was eighty.  But I had to
do something.  Something! 

   I took a deep breath, put on my Darth Vader helmet, and turned on the
voice changer.  Then I started speaking, slowly repetitively, nothing but
her name.

   "Winnie." The bass in my artificially modified voice felt deep enough to
shake the walls.

   "Winnie."

   "Winnie."

   The webcam spotted her looking into the closet.  She had an umbrella in
her hand like a baseball bat.  "Who's there?" she hissed.

   "Put down the umbrella, Winnie," I said, the words coming out deep and
slow.

   "Is that you, Randy?  If this is a joke it isn't funny."

   "Don't talk.  Obey," I snapped.  "Put down the umbrella!" I had my
fingers crossed.  This had to work.  It had to!

   I breathed a deep sigh of relief as she set it aside.  "What's going -""

   "Do Not Talk!" 

   She stood there, shaking in her nightgown.

   "Very good, Winnie.  Approach."

   She moved forward slowly, and her eyes opened wide.  She finally saw the
setup I'd made for her.

   "On your knees, Winnie.  Don't talk, Obey."

   "I -""

   "Don't Talk!  Obey!  On your knees, cum-slut!"

   She almost lost it, I could see her shaking.  Then she moved forward, in
front of the hole between our closets, and knelt down on the little padded
platform I'd made for her.

   "What do you -""

   "Don't talk.  Suck." This was it.  The moment of truth.  I poked the
hardon I'd been stroking through the hole and waited.

   She was looking at it, obviously still in shock.

   "Don't talk.  Don't think.  Suck.  Suck." Please, Mom, I fervently
prayed.

   She reached out and I felt her hand on my cock for the first time that I
could remember.  "Suck," I said firmly. 

   Her eyes looked up at the small grate I'd installed, through which I
spoke.  "I can't," she whispered.

   "You can.  You have.  You will.  This is what you want.  What you need.
Don't think.  Don't talk.  Suck.  Open that slutty mouth and suck!"

   Her hand was moving, slowly stroking me.  I could see she was looking at
it.

   I spoke softer.  "Suck, beautiful.  Suck."

   She leaned forward, and pressed her lips against my shaft, peeking up at
the grate before licking me, once.

   "Yesss," I said.  "Suck.  Suck like only you can.  Suck, my lovely
cum-slut.  Suck."

   That was all she needed.  She started sucking.  And damn she was good.
It was obvious she enjoyed it.  It had me wondering what Dad's problem was.
She was doing this for him every week?

   "Suck, my sweet.  Suck it good.  Suck it dry.  Suck."

   Mom's sucking wasn't some non-interested, mechanical act.  She sucked
gently, bobbing her head until she took me deeper, harder.  Her hand
tracked her motions until she was playing, licking my shaft, sucking on my
balls, kissing the head.  Back inside her mouth, her tongue would tease and
torture, until I was abruptly deep in her throat, feeling the pulsing
around the head.  Then she'd mix it up again.

   It only took her about five minutes to get me off.  She was phenomenal.
I didn't warn her, that wasn't my job.  I was only there to provide what
she obviously needed.  When I came, she didn't hesitate to keep sucking me
through my finish.

   When I pulled away, she whimpered pitifully.

   "Stay.  I have another one for you."

   "Yes, sir," she answered softly.

   "That was very good," I told her.  "With practice, you'll be excellent."

   "Thank you," she said.

   "There's a bottle of water beside you.  Relax."

   I stepped away and took a drink of soda.  I felt terrible and wonderful
at the same time.  I knew it was sick, but I was hoping that by doing this,
she wouldn't feel the need to go out to dangerous places and do terrible
things.

   Mom had sucked me off.  And it was the best of my life, without a doubt.
No compare.  Mom had mad oral skills.  I wondered if Aunt Carol was
competitive. 

   I was stroking my cock, think of Mom's filthy mouth, and I started to
harden.  That was enough for me.  I stuck my cock through the hole.

   "Suck -""

   I hadn't finished saying the word before I was in her mouth.  God, but
that felt good.  She got me hard and went to work.

   After a couple of minutes, she pulled away and started rubbing her face
against my shaft.  "So beautiful, so hard," she whispered.

   "Suck, sexy woman.  Don't talk.  Don't think.  Suck, my beautiful
cum-slut."

   She purred as she went down on me, mixing things up, sucking diligently.

   It was too intense for me to talk much.  I let her do her job and
enjoyed the benefits.  It took a lot longer the second time.  Part of it
was I'd just come a few minutes earlier.  Part was her teasing.  She was
taking control, dragging it out, stopping before I got carried away.

   Still, even the best things must end, and Mom's mouth was right up there
with the very best of them.  My groan was the only signal I gave as I
exploded inside her mouth.  Once again she finished me wonderfully, keeping
it going until I was soft and clean.

   "That's all for tonight," I said.

   "Thank you, sir."

   I pressed a button on the keyboard, and the three note chime went off.
"When you hear that sound, you will come here and suck."

   "Yes, sir."

   I closed the opening and turned off the laptop.  I removed the hot,
sweaty helmet and turned off the voice changer.  Then I fell back in the
bed and replayed Mom's slutty blowjobs in my head over and over.

   * * * *

   After I woke up and showered, I noticed that Mom still hadn't come out
of her room yet.  It only took me a minute to turn on the laptop and
activate the camera in her closet.  Mom was sitting on the end of her bed
staring into the closet.  She was wearing nothing but her panties.  It
wasn't the best body I'd ever seen, not by a long shot, but she had nice
tits.

   I felt a stirring in my shorts.

   Decision made.  I opened the portal and hit the chime.  Mom was off the
bed like a rocket and on her knees.  I hadn't even thought to put the
helmet on, so I didn't say anything, I just stuck my cock through the hole.

   Mom went after it like a starving chick.  She was purring and humming,
as she sucked me.  Damn, she looked happy.

   I watched her play with her own tits, while she sucked me.  Her hand
even dipped down into her panties.  I tried to resist, but she seemed to be
in a hurry.  There was no down time; she sucked me like she couldn't get
enough.  Which I guess maybe she couldn't.

   She had me whimpering a few minutes into it, and she giggled. 
"Beautiful, hard, yummy, cock," she whispered, before going for the finish.
God, I didn't stand a chance.

   I groaned loudly as I came for her.  She was gentle, sucking me softly,
swallowing everything I had to offer.  Even after I was done, she kissed my
wilting cock, tugging on it gently.

   "All gone," she whispered wistfully.

   I almost answered, before realizing I wasn't wearing the helmet.  I
closed the portal door and shut things down.  I could hear her in the hall,
singing softly before I even had my shorts on.

   It was scary heading down the hall.  I had no idea what I might be
facing.  I stuck my head in the kitchen, and Mom looked over at me and
smiled.  "Sleep well?" she asked.

   "Like a baby."

   She chuckled.  "Waffles?"

   "Sound great.  You seem to be in a good mood."

   She glanced at me and blushed.  "I'm in a very good mood, Randy.  My
baby boy has come home to visit."

   Suddenly I felt bad for the seven week absence.  I stepped forward and
took her in my arms, hugging her firmly.  "I'm sorry.  I swear I'll never
be gone that long again.  I'll visit as often as I can."

   She looked up at me, and her grin was absolutely mischievous. 
"Forgiven. And I'm sure I'll be seeing a lot more of you from now on." Then
she pulled away.  "Set the table."

   I did, and we ate.  Fuck, it was nice.  It was like the Mom of old.  She
was happy, and laughing and full of life.  Even if she was only eating a
bowl of oatmeal, while I inhaled three waffles.

   Neither of us talked about the closet.  Not even a hint.  Every now and
then she'd get that look in her eye, but all she did was laugh and talk. 

   Afterward, once we'd cleared the table and done the dishes, I followed
her to the living room, not knowing what to do.

   "I'm going to go to the gym for a while.  You'll be alright by yourself,
won't you?"

   I nodded.  "I probably should do some studying anyway."

   "Perfect."

   As she was headed out a few minutes later, she paused at the door to the
study, where I was working.  "See you soon."

   "Love you, Mom."

   She had a huge smile on her face when she dropped her exercise bag.  She
walked over to me, leaned over and gave me a kiss.  "I know, baby.  I love
you too.  More than you'll ever know."

   Then she was walking away with a joy in her step I hadn't seen in ages.

   Once she was gone, I was back to work.  It took me over an hour to get
the voice electronics out of the helmet, and attached to the grill.  I
tested it a few times to make sure it was working.  It was kind of a kick
to hear Darth Vader's voice emanating from the grill.  "Suck that big, fat
cock, you filthy cum-slut.  I am your father!"

   I replaced the water bottle on her side of the closet and checked how
the kneeling platform was holding up.  Everything looked perfect. 

   So I returned to studying, dutifully ignoring my new erection, knowing
full well it would be taken care of before long.

   Mom's exercise took longer than I expected.  I got a couple of hours of
studying in before she stumbled into the house.  She looked worn out, but
in a good, exercise way, not a two-hours on her knees glory-hole way.

   I could see she could barely move.  I rushed over and took her bag from
her.

   "She killed me, Randy, absolutely destroyed me," Mom said with a moan.

   "Who, Mom?"

   "Tina, my new trainer.  She's a monster." The words sounded painful, but
she was still smiling.

   "Why don't you take a shower and short nap," I said.

   "No, I need to make you lunch, you must be starving."

   "I can make a sandwich.  I'll be fine.  Now off to bed with you.  I'm
not going to take no for an answer."

   She grinned, and her eyes lit up.  "Yes, sir." She gave me a quick hug.
"Wake me up by three; I don't want to waste the whole day."

   Of course, at three o'clock I was standing in my closet, hard cock at
the ready.  I activated the voice changer and hit the chime.

   Ding-ding-ding "Winnie."

   Ding-ding-ding "Winnie."

   Ding-ding-ding "Winnie."

   Ding-ding-ding "Winnie."

   The new camera watching her bed captured her movement.  She groaned
slightly.

   Ding-ding-ding "Winnie."

   Ding-ding-ding "Winnie."

   Mom sat up abruptly.  I saw she was naked; she'd never dressed after her
shower.  She stumbled off the bed headed for the closet.

   Ding-ding-ding "Winnie."

   "Here, sir.  I'm here!" she gasped, kneeling on her platform.

   I put my cock through the hole.  "Suck, my sexy cum-slut."

   "Thank you, sir."

   She was slow to start but didn't take long to get warmed up, and soon I
was getting her best.  And Mom's best was mind-blowing.

   I still couldn't get over what a good cock-sucker Mom was.  Once again,
I had to wonder what the fuck Dad's deal was. 

   Mom seemed eager again and was sucking like she was on a mission.  I
wasn't trying to hold back.  So when the urge came upon me a few minutes
later, I went with it and came hard in Mom's sweet mouth. 

   She didn't want to stop and kept going until there was nothing left.

   "Very good, my sweet cock-sucker."

   She smiled.  "I ...  can ...  do you have another for me?" she asked
shyly.

   I wasn't planning on it, but what the hell, right?  "You'll have to work
for this one."

   She nodded eagerly.  "I will.  I want to.  Thank you, sir.  Thank you."

   I put my wilted cock back to the opening and Mom started in.  It took
her a good five minutes to get me firmed up enough to do much, and probably
ten until I was truly hard.  I gave her small encouragements, simple one
word acknowledgments in that powerful deep voice.  "Yes," "Good," "Nice,"
"Perfect."

   She responded well to each one and did her best.  I dare say it was a
good half hour she knelt there working on my cock, but in the end, she got
her reward.

   "You are amazing, cum-slut Winnie," I said.

   "Thank you, sir.  I want to be amazing for you.  The best."

   "You're getting there." I wasn't about to let her know how good I
thought she was.  I wanted her working to become even better.

   With that, I closed the portal, turned off the electronics, and got
dressed.  Five minutes later I was in the living room, relaxing, watching
TV.

   Mom came in and spotted me.  She jogged over to me.  I swear, I'm not
kidding, she actually jogged over, her braless breasts bouncing.  She gave
me a huge smile and a big kiss.  I could smell the cum on her breath, but
for some reason it didn't bother me.

   "Thanks for letting me nap.  You want to do something?"

   "Sure," I said.  "What did you have in mind?"

   "Dinner and a movie?"

   How could I say no to such a happy Mom?  "Sounds perfect."

   It was.  Perfect that is.  We held hands in the theater and ate off each
other's plates.  We talked history, past favorite activities, current
events, my school schedule, her workout program.  She was obviously
dieting, eating little more than a salad and broiled fish for dinner, while
I stuffed myself.  I needed my energy.

   When we got home, I received the world's biggest hug as soon as we were
in the door.  "Best dinner-date in years," she told me.  "Thank you."

   "I had a great time, Mom.  You're the best."

   She grinned, her eyes flashing.  "Not yet, but I'm working on it, I
promise."

   I could feel myself blushing as she gave me a squeeze before letting go.
"Love you, Mom," I said.

   "I know, baby boy.  And God, how I love you." She pulled out her phone.
"My sister's been calling me for hours, and I've been ignoring her.  I've
gotta take this.  Why don't you relax or do a little studying?  I'm going
to go to bed after this call."

   I got the hint. 

   Mom must have been on the phone with Aunt Carol for an hour, sitting out
on the porch, drinking her club-soda and lime.  I was sweating what they
were talking about, but from the sounds of the last conversation, Mom
didn't share much of her personal stuff with her sister.  I felt safe.

   I was lying in bed, doing some light reading, when I heard Mom out in
the hallway.  She tapped on my door as she passed.  "I'm going to bed. 
I'll see you in the morning."

   That was enough to have me off the bed, stroking my cock as I entered
the closet.  I wasn't a moment too soon.  Mom had almost beaten me there
and was kneeling as I opened the little door.  I was still turning on the
electronics when Mom started sucking me.

   I flicked on the voice changer and adjusted the microphone.  "Such a
sweet little cock-sucker," I said.  "I've missed this mouth."

   She giggled, before taking me deep and gagging on my length a couple of
times.  "I've missed this beautiful cock."

   "All yours, my beautiful cum-slut.  All yours."

   That appeared to make her happy, and I allowed myself to forget
everything but the feel of her talented mouth.  I thought I could get used
to this a few times a day.  It was a great way to start the day, and a
helluva way to end one.

   There wasn't a lot of communication going on.  Sucking on her part and
the occasional moan on mine.  I closed my eyes and enjoyed the attention.
When she'd had her fill of playing around she started to get serious.  I
knew it immediately and was soon succumbing to her considerable talents.

   "Finish on your face, cum-slut."

   She gasped as she pulled off my cock.  "Yes sir, tell me when."

   Mom went back to her ferocious sucking and it wasn't a minute later that
I was at my limit.  "Now, beautiful."

   I glanced at the laptop screen and saw her lashing the head with her
tongue, as her hand pumped my cock.  It wasn't near as good as her mouth,
but it was enough.  With a grunt, I came and she caught it on her face, a
series of cum shots covering her pretty good.  She was moaning as each one
hit her.

   "Clean it up."

   "Yes, sir." She took me back in her mouth, sucking carefully until I was
wilting.

   I'd meant for her to clean up her face, not my cock, but I wasn't going
to fault her for putting me first.  "Now your face, don't miss a drop."

   "No sir, I won't."

   Mom ran a finger down her face, and licked it clean, repeating the
gesture over and over until I was pretty sure she'd gotten most of it.

   "Another, sir?  Do you have another for me?"

   God, Mom was a greedy little cum-slut.  "That can be arranged.  Relax."

   I took a small break of my own, sitting down and relaxing for a minute,
drinking some water.  Mom got to kneel.  I had to stay standing the whole
time.  It was worth it but a little tiring.  Once I'd caught my second
wind, I faced the hole and stuck my dick back in it.  And my loving Mom
went to town on it.

   I wasn't sure I had another one in me, but I underestimated Mom.  She'd
been draining me pretty good, but she wasn't about to let another chance go
wasted.  "God, I love this beautiful cock," she said, stroking me with her
hand once she had me hard again.

   "Good, because you'll be getting a lot of it.  Now suck."

   "Yes, sir!"

   It was late when we finished, inside her warm mouth again.  She looked
amazingly content.  "Well done, cum-slut.  You may rest now."

   "Thank you, sir."

   I was closing the little door when I heard her speak up.  "Sir?"

   "Yes, my gorgeous cock-sucker?"

   "I ...  I love this.  I love you."

   "Of course you do, sweet lips.  Now get your sleep.  You're going to
need it."

   * * * *

   A nice morning session at our glory-hole was followed by a long walk in
the park.  She wanted to walk for at least an hour.  I was willing enough.
She was huffing and puffing after ten minutes, but I'll say this for Mom,
she's no quitter.

   "I'm so proud of you, Mom," I told her as she leaned against the car,
catching her breath.  "You can do this.  I know you can.  You're going to
be the hottest Mom around."

   She grinned.  "A MILF?"

   "And then some."

   She turned and gave me a hug.  "You're the best, Randy.  I don't deserve
you."

   "The hell you don't." 

   She laughed and pulled my head down for a nice warm kiss.  "Best son
ever."

   "Best Mom in the universe," I teased, my hands straying down and patting
her bottom.

   She blushed.  "Behave, baby.  Not the time or place, is it?"

   "No ma'am."

   She grabbed my hand.  "Come on, I'm starving.  We're hitting Souper
Salad."

   I stifled my groan.  I'd have much preferred Fuddruckers, but I was
willing to support Mom on her mission.

   "When do you have to go back?" she asked while nibbling her rabbit food.

   "This evening.  I have a study group in the morning."

   Mom pouted.  "Then we'll just have to make the most of the time we have
left."

   Back home, Mom stopped just inside the door and gave me a big hug.  She
shocked me a little when she put my hands on her butt.  "Much better time
and place, don't you think?" she teased.

   It was a substantial rear end, but it felt good in my hands.  "Much
better.  I love you, Mom." Then I kissed her.  For real.

   When we were done, she looked up at me with tears in her eyes.  "I'm
going to take a shower and then relax in my room."

   "Sounds like a great plan to me."

   Twenty minutes later my hard cock was back in Mom's hot mouth.

   "I have to go," I said, in that artificial voice.

   "I know." 

   "I'll be back soon.  As soon as possible."

   She was rubbing her face all over my shaft, kissing it and licking it.
"This weekend?"

   "At the latest."

   She nodded, then kissed the head of my cock.  "I ...  I'll be true to
you.  No other cocks."

   "Good.  I'd be very unhappy to find my personal cum-slut was wasting her
talents on the unworthy."

   My legs were trembling before she sucked the third one out of me.  I was
going to have to figure out something to do about that. 

   "You are amazing, my beautiful cock-sucker," I said while trying to pull
myself together.

   "That's all I ever want to be for you, sir.  Amazing.  Your loving
cum-slut.  Your personal cock-sucker on demand."

   I chuckled, "Excellent, we're on the same page."

   I closed up shop and headed out to the living room.  Mom joined me a few
minutes later.  She squealed when I pulled her into my lap.  "Randy!"

   Hugging her tight, I nuzzled her hair.  "I've gotta leave soon.  I don't
want to drive in the dark."

   She nodded, pouting.

   "This has been the best weekend ever.  I'm so happy that you're doing
better."

   Mom sighed, leaning her head on my shoulder.  "I'm gonna miss you."

   "Me too, Mom.  But I'll be back soon."

   "This weekend?"

   "At the latest."

   She grinned.  "Call ahead.  I want to be ready for you."

   "You know school gets out in three weeks."

   She nodded, "I know."

   "This is going to be an incredible Christmas break.  I know it.  I just
know it."

   I saw that mischievous look in her eyes.  "You think?"

   "I know."

   "I bet you're right."

   "Love you, Mom."

   She turned and kissed me, long and deep.  "I love you, baby.  More than
a Mom should.  Hurry back to me."

   "I will.  Stick to the plan and be good, alright?"

   She blushed.  "I will, I promise."

   * * * *

   I had nothing going until three o'clock on Thursday, so Wednesday
morning I called home and let Mom know I was coming over to spend the
night. I was feeling pretty addicted to those blowjobs and was going
through withdrawal.

   As soon as I walked in the door, I was on the receiving end of a big hug
from Mom.

   "Why don't you go to your room and put some things away.  I'm going to
get changed," she said.  I don't know why she thought she had to change ...
Damn, I'm an idiot.

   I wasn't in the house five minutes before I had my cock deep inside
Mom's warm mouth.

   "God, I've missed this beautiful cock," she said mid-suck.

   I verified the electronics were on before answering.  "It's missed you.
Now suck, beautiful.  Don't think, don't talk, suck."

   "Yes, sir."

   I gave her two before dinner and some binge NetFlix watching.  Mom sat
beside me on the couch, leaning against me, my arm around her.  "This is
pretty nice, isn't it, Mom?  Us together, like this."

   "The best, baby boy.  The absolute best."

   "I think this is the last episode for me, I'm gonna hit the bed early."

   Mom smiled at me and licked her lips.  "Sounds like a wonderful idea."

   It was.  Good for another hour of Mom's audacious oral. 

   And two more in the morning before I headed back to school.

   * * * *

   Friday started the same.  I came home and Mom took me by the hand.  She
walked me down the hall and left me at my door.  "I think you need to
relax," she said.

   "I do," I responded to her back. 

   After two loads, we met in the hallway.  "Feeling better?"

   I nodded, pulling her in for a big hug, and a spicy kiss.  "I always
feel better around you Mom."

   She giggled.  "Not always, I don't imagine.  I was a huge pain in the
ass there for a while, but I think we're doing better now."

   "Pretty wonderful, I'd say."

   "Me too.  Six pounds by the way."

   "Six pounds?"

   "Friday weigh in.  It was only six days, but I lost six pounds."

   I almost threw my back out lifting her up and hugging her.  "That's
amazing!  I'm so proud of you."

   "That all I want, you know.  To be amazing for you."

   "Go to your room, Mom."

   She looked at me, surprised, then smiled.  "Yes, sir!"

   It took her a good half-hour to drain me again.  "You are amazing, my
sexy little cum-slut."

   She giggled, still playing with my dwindling cock.  "That all I want to
be.  Amazing for you.  Your loving cum-slut."

   I closed the door, shut down the electronics and waited for Mom outside
her door.  She took my hand and we walked back to the living room.

   "What do you want to do tonight?" I asked.

   "Just relax with my boy.  I made you lasagna."

   "Your good lasagna?"

   She nodded.  "I made a lot.  Tomorrow's my cheat day, so we'll be having
it for dinner."

   We ate and I stuffed myself, while she pecked away at her boneless,
skinless chicken breast.  Then we parked ourselves on the couch.  Mom was
getting pretty brazen, cuddled up to me, her hand in my lap.  Her fingers
were doing doodles on my crotch.  Midway through the second episode, I was
hard as a rock. 

   "Short break?" Mom asked, her finger running up and down my shaft.

   "That works for me."

   "Meet you back here?"

   "Perfect."

   We almost ran to our respective bedrooms.  I didn't even bother with the
electronics, and Mom didn't say a word.  I stuck my cock in the hole and
sighed as Mom's mouth engulfed it.

   Half an hour later we were back on the couch, cuddled up.  "I love you
so much, Randy," Mom whispered.

   "I know Mom.  You sure know how to show it."

   "You too, sweetie.  And I mean that in the most literal sense. 
Sweetie."

   That was as close as talking about it as we'd come.

   We laid down on the couch together, Mom in front of me.  I was holding
her, and letting my hands wander more than I should.  It's not like she was
going to stop me. 

   "I love this," I told her, my hand inside her shirt, playing with her
big tits.

   "Me too, baby boy.  Me too.  Let me know if you need a break."

   She pushed her butt back against me, wiggling it against my erection.  I
have no idea how it was possible, but I was hard for her again.  "In a bit.
I don't want to move right now.  I'm too happy."

   Mom purred as I nudged my cock back and forth between her ass cheeks. 
Her nipples were like thimbles, almost as big, and possibly harder.  I was
nuzzling her neck, and considering breaking all of our unspoken rules.

   "Can you keep a secret, Randy?" Mom whispered.

   "You know I can," I told her.

   "This is a big one, nobody can know.  Not my sister, not anybody.  It's
very important to me."

   "Your secret is safe with me, Mom.  I swear."

   She turned, taking my hand and putting two fingers in her mouth.  She
sucked on them while staring into my eyes.  When she stopped, I covered her
mouth with mine.  My hand drifted down to fondle her ass.

   When I finished kissing her, she smiled, then moved my hand.  "Behave,
baby boy.  There are rules you know."

   "Yes, ma'am."

   She cuddled into me.  "My secret ..."

   "Tell me, I can keep it."

   "It's you.  You're my secret.  You're my reward at goal.  When I've
reached my goal, I get you.  Completely.  Only when I'm worthy of you. 
Only then."

   She looked up at me nervously, blushing.

   "Best.  Goal.  Ever," I said.

   "Really?  You're not mad?"

   "Mad, are you crazy?  I love you, Mom.  I'm gonna be whatever you need.
Whatever you want.  Whatever makes you sane and happy.  And if that means
being your goal, well, I couldn't be happier."

   "You do make me happy, Randy.  I haven't been this happy, in, well hell,
I can't remember.  I'm gonna do it.  I'm gonna be worthy of you, you'll
see."

   "That's silly, Mom, you're already worthy of me, and so much more."

   She shook her head, running her hand down my body, stopping with it on
top of my aching cock.  "I'm not.  And I don't want you saying I am.  I
need to be happy with how I look, how I feel, before I can be totally happy
with ...  you know."

   "I'll wait.  And I'll cheer you on, and be whatever you need on your
journey."

   "Promise?"

   I nodded.  "I need you to go your room now, Mom.  And don't dawdle."

   "Yes, sir." I got a brief kiss before we hurried down the hall so I
could be between my Mom's wonderful lips again.  And again.

   * * * *

   I awoke to a bell ringing.  It took me a few moments to get my bearings.
Then I heard it again.  I got up and saw there was an old fashioned dinner
bell in my closet, up near the ceiling.  I'd never noticed it.  While I was
approaching it rang again.

   Dang, Mom was a tricky one.

   Dashing across the hall, I took a quick leak and cleaned myself up.  The
bell was ringing almost constantly when I got back to the room.  I turned
on the electronics and saw Mom was kneeling on her platform, tugging a
rope. 

   I opened the little dividing door and presented myself to her.

   Whatever Mom needed, I'd promised.  And I meant it.  Not that it was an
onerous task.

   Once Mom had finished sucking me dry, I met her out in the hallway. 
"Sorry if I woke you.  I've got an early session with my trainer.  I'll be
back in a couple of hours."

   "Mom, you can wake me anytime."

   She blushed.  "Behave, Randy.  No talk about ...  that, until I've made
goal, Okay?"

   "Whatever you want, Mom."

   She nodded.  "Things are perfect as they are now, let's not mess it up.
I love what's happening, but I want - no, I need us to stick to the
rules, alright?"

   I guess that even though the rules were unwritten, they were unwritten
in stone.

   "Understood.  Have a great workout.  I'm gonna do a little studying
until you get back."

   I got a quick kiss, and then Mom was out the door, and I was alone.

   For about half an hour.

   Aunt Carol walked in on me cleaning up after breakfast.  She sat down at
the kitchen table and looked pissed.  "What's going on, Randy?"

   "Nothing's going on, Aunt Carol.  Mom's at the gym.  Can I get you
something to eat?"

   "I know damn well where my sister is.  What I want to know is why
she's higher than a kite, walking on water.  And why you've visited three
times in seven days.  What the hell is going on?"

   There was no way I was going to break Mom's confidence.  Not a chance in
hell.  "You told me to take care of her attitude, and you'd get her in the
gym.  It seems like we're both doing our jobs.  I think you'd be happy."

   She took a moment to respond.  "I am happy for her.  But I don't
understand the one-eighty turnaround.  I haven't seen her like this in
ages. And I mean ages, decades.  Something is going on, I know it.  And
you're going to tell me."

   "Aunt Carol, I love you like family -""

   "I am family, you jerk."

   "Like I said, I love you, but she's my Mom.  All I'm doing is whatever
she needs to be happy.  If you want details, you're going to have to get
them from her."

   "But she won't tell me anything.  She just smiles and says she's got a
secret!"

   "At least she's smiling.  Leave it alone.  Be happy for her," I
insisted.

   She glared at me.  "I know damn well something weird is going on, and
I'm gonna get to the bottom of this.  You can count on that."

   "Aunt Carol, you remember telling me you owed me?  That you'd make sure
I didn't regret helping her.  I'm telling you, leave it alone.  She's
happy, support her.  Don't try to mess things up."

   She didn't look like she had any intention of giving up.  Then her eyes
opened wide.  "My God, you're not sleeping with your mother are you?"

   "Of course not!  Where do you get off accusing me of something like
that? What the hell is wrong with you?" My righteous indignation may have
been a little tainted, but I spoke the truth.

   She sighed, and her whole body slumped.  "I'm sorry.  I know how
ridiculous that sounds.  Hell, if she was having sex, her husband would
still be around.  It's just, it's so abrupt.  It doesn't make sense."

   "Aunt Carol, you wanna go back to my bedroom and fuck?"

   "What!?  What the fuck, Randy!  You don't go around saying things like
that!  I'm your aunt for Christ's sake," she was yelling by the end of her
rant.

   "Alright.  I'll take that as a not yet.  But think for a second.  If I
was going to be fucking my family, don't you think I'd choose the hot
sister?  And if I did proposition Mom, how do you think she'd respond?" 

   She sat there stunned, her mouth hanging open.  Until a little smile
finally cracked her face.  "Alright, I get it.  You really think I'm hot?"

   I nodded.  "Total MILF, except for the whole Mommy part."

   She tried to stifle the laugh but failed.  "Enough, Randy.  Keep it in
your pants.  I've got enough issues as it is."

   "At least show me your tits," I teased.  Honestly, I had no idea where
this was coming from.  I would never dream of talking to my aunt that way.

   "Randy!"

   "C'mon, you said you owed me.  If you're not going to fuck me, at least
let me see your boobies."

   "What the hell is going on with you?" she said. 

   "I've seen you in a bikini enough times.  They look pretty damn
incredible.  Do me a solid."

   She shook her head.  "I shouldn't be showing you my tits.  It's not
appropriate."

   "It'll be our secret.  I promise.  I won't even tell Mom how you accused
me of sleeping with her."

   "Randy!  Don't you dare!"

   I was feeling my oats, and having great fun at my Aunt's expense.  I
walked around the table and leaned over her, my hands heading for the
buttons on her blouse.  I had a good head start, she had enough undone to
see the edge of her bra.

   "Our little secret, Aunt Carol," I whispered in her ear while I undid
one button then the next.  Amazingly she didn't stop me.

   "Randy, we really shouldn't."

   "I know, but it's cool.  It's just us." I had the last one between my
fingers, and seconds later I was peeling her shirt back.

   "If I do," she said softly, sitting still while I slipped her blouse
down her arms.  "What are you going to do for me?"

   It only took me a second to drop my shorts, and give her an eyeful.  I
was understandably hard.  Big time.

   "My God, Randy!  Not that!"

   "It's okay, we'll be even.  You can even touch it if you want.  But no
fucking."

   "Pull your shorts up!"

   "You do it," I said, shaking my hips and making my cock wave at her.  My
naughty aunt was staring.

   She turned bright red, then leaned over to grab my shorts.  A little
wiggle and my cock brushed across her face.  She was tough, though.  She
stuck to it, pulling my shorts all the way back up, and tucking me away. 
She even gave me a little pat, down there.

   "Alright, enough silliness.  Don't do that again!  What if someone
walked in on us?"

   She was still sitting there in her bra, and I couldn't help myself. 
Besides, she did owe me.  I reached my hand down her back and unsnapped
her bra.  She didn't even try to hold it in place.  She just leaned back
and gave me an eyeful.

   "Happy?" she asked.

   "Ecstatic.  God, you have great tits.  I knew you would." I reached down
and cupped one in my hand, giving it a squeeze.

   Aunt Carol gave me a moment, then pushed my hand away.  "Enough.  You
got your look."

   I nodded and reached down for her bra.  "I did.  Thanks.  You're the
best.  Let me put those away for you like you did for me."

   She was quiet while I put her tits back in her bra and snapped it shut.
I made sure they were situated properly, before helping put her blouse back
on.

   She watched me carefully the whole time.  As I was finishing the last
button, she opened her mouth.  "You're not playing these kind of silly
games with your mother, are you?"

   I just sighed and shook my head.  "Not a chance.  And I wish you'd stop
that.  For one thing, Mom's very self-conscious about her body.  If I tried
to take her shirt off, I'm pretty sure she'd freak out."

   "Yeah, I guess you're right.  I'm gonna figure it out, though."

   "While you're working on that, sure you don't wanna go to my room and
fuck?  I bet you're awesome."

   She surprised me by grinning.  "I am, you know.  I'm a fucking animal in
bed.  It's why I never married, no one man could ever keep up with me.  And
you, my dear boy, are never going to get a chance to find out first-hand."

   I pouted, then leaned over and gave her a kiss on the corner of her
mouth.  "If you change your mind, let me know.  Aunt or not, you are as hot
as molten lava.  I'd do you in a heartbeat.  I may not be as good as you,
but I damn sure would give you my best."

   She stood up with a sly grin on her face.  Then her mouth was on mine
and she was kissing me like she wanted to explode my skull.  Holy fuck, she
was hot!

   Then we were done.  "I'm going now," she said.  "We never had this
conversation.  You never saw my tits.  You never dropped trou.  I certainly
never kissed you like I'd kiss my lover.  And you will never ever behave
that way toward me again, am I understood?"

   She sounded pretty serious, and I knew the fun and games were over. 
"Crystal clear.  Although to be honest, nothing short of death will make me
forget what I saw."

   I walked her to the door, where she spun around at the last moment. 
"Are you sure you don't want to tell me what's going on with your Mom?  I'd
be very appreciative.  Very."

   "How very?" I asked.

   She looked nervous, then licked her lips.  "An hour in your bedroom,
right now, only my ass off limits."

   "Seriously?"

   She nodded.  "It's driving me crazy, and you have me dripping right now.
One time offer."

   As horrible as it sounds, I was thinking about it.  Mostly thinking if
there was something I could tell her, without revealing all.

   She leaned in closer, her hand brushing my bulge.  "I'll ride you
cowgirl until I wear out that big hunk of meat.  You'll never forget it,
trust me."

   I had broken out in a cold sweat.  "I ...  God, I wish I had something
worth telling.  Anything."

   She looked at me sadly, running the back of her fingers across my cheek.
"I give the best doggy in the world.  I'll ruin you for all other women."

   "Alright, I'm fucking her.  I'm fucking Mom every day and every night."

   She stared into my eyes.  "Bullshit.  Nice try, but no dice.  I will
find out though, and when I do, you're going to sooo wish you'd told me,
instead of making me find out on my own.  Last chance.  I'll even throw in
my ass.  Nobody gets that.  You'll only be the third ever.  Ever."

   Aunt Carol moved in close, pressing her body against mine.  "You'll have
to be gentle with me, Randy.  That's a lot of cock to fit in such a tiny,
almost virgin hole." She stood on tip-toe and kissed me, swiping her tongue
across my lips.  "Two hours.  Everything.  I'll hold nothing back.  I'll be
your total slut for two solid hours."

   Who knows, I might have cracked if Mom didn't choose that moment to
arrive home.  She looked worn out but happy.  "How are my two favorite
people in the world doing?"

   I gave her a big hug.  "Better now that you're home."

   She laughed and turned to give her sister a hug.  "Want to stay for
lunch?"

   Aunt Carol shook her head.  "I'd love to but I can't.  Not right now. 
Maybe later?"

   "We're having my lasagna for dinner.  It's my cheat day.  There's plenty
for one more."

   My aunt grinned.  "Alright, you talked me into it.  You're in a great
mood."

   Mom's smile was huge.  "Three PBs today.  It's my cheat day, my boy's
home, and my favorite sister in the whole world is on my stoop."

   "Your only sister," Aunt Carol said.

   "And my favorite.  Thank you for making me hit the gym.  I needed it."

   Aunt Carol gave her a kiss and surprisingly gave me a big hug.  She
whispered in my ear, "Think about it, the offer's still on the table."

   As soon as she was driving off, I sent Mom to her room.  I had an aching
erection that needed tending.  I swear I wasn't in her mouth a minute
before I popped, catching her by surprise.  I made it up to her with the
second one.

   After Mom had showered, she joined me in the living room.  "What was
that about?"

   I'm pretty sure she was talking about my short fuse, although I was
certain she wouldn't come right out and say it.

   "Your sister is very curious as to what has you in such a great mood. 
She tried to get me to tell her," I said.

   Mom raised her eyebrows.  "Oh, really?  And how, pray tell, did she try
to convince you."

   "You can't tell her, Mom.  She'd kill me.  I didn't take her up on it."

   "I won't tell her, but you will tell me."

   I sighed.  "She offered to spend a couple of hours in the bedroom with
me, no limits."

   "She ...  she what?" 

   "Bedroom.  Sex.  She said she'd ride me like a cowgirl, give me the
world's best doggy, and even give up her ass," I confessed.

   Mom looked shocked.  "You didn't take her up on it?"

   "No Mom.  I'm not telling her jack.  It's between you and me."

   Mom stood up and took me by the hand.  Once she had me standing, she
hugged me.  "Randy, baby, I need you to go to your room now.  Please."

   "Like I'd ever say no to you?" I gave her a quick kiss, then walked her
to her room, closing the door behind her.  Then it was back to my own room
and into the closet.

   Mom was in a weird mood.  She teased me forever, dragging it out until I
was begging her to finish me.  Finally, I couldn't take it any longer.

   "Enough!" I snapped through the voice modulator.  "Finish me, my
fiendish cum-slut.  Suck me dry.  No more teasing!"

   "Yes sir," she answered, and not thirty seconds later she was swallowing
my cum.

   "Sir?"

   "Yes?"

   "What she offered?  When I hit goal, it's yours.  All of it.  Even my
virgin ass.  Whatever you want, and not just for two hours.  For the rest
of your life."

   Damn.  Seems like Mom had her competitive juices flowing.  "I'll keep
that in mind, my amazing cock-sucker."

   Back in the living room, we were lying on the couch, continuing our
NetFlix binge, my hand back inside her shirt.

   "We have to be careful, my darling boy.  Carol is like a bulldog.  She's
not going to let go of this."

   I tweaked her nipple, making her squeak.  "Then we'll be careful."

   "You weren't tempted?" she asked.

   "Of course I was tempted.  Your sister's a hot tamale.  I even tried to
make up something she might believe.  But I wasn't going to tell her what
matters."

   Mom sighed, rubbing her ass against me.  "I'd ...  I'd understand if you
did."

   "No, Mom.  No way.  I love you, and I'm not going to risk her messing
things up."

   We cleaned up our act before Aunt Carol came over.  She didn't bring the
issue up, at least not openly.  I'm pretty sure we didn't give anything
away.  It was a great visit, at least I thought so. 

   When I walked her to the door, she put on the pressure.  A big hug and a
kiss, along with an evil rub to the crotch.  "A whole night, Randy. 
Everything.  Anything you can imagine.  Just tell me and I'm yours,
totally."

   "You are a wicked woman," I told her.

   "And the best sex in four counties.  All yours if you want."

   Man, she knew how to apply the pressure.  "I let her control the
remote."

   She stared into my face for a few seconds, then shook her head.  "Nope.
This time you're telling the truth, but that's not it.  Twenty-four hours.
My last offer."

   "I wish I had something to tell you," I said.

   She smiled.  "I'm sure you do.  Think about it, okay honey?  We would
have a lot of fun.  I promise."

   As soon as she was gone, I had Mom by the hand.  "Your room.  Now," I
growled as I dragged her down the hall.

   It wasn't until I had the first one out of the way that I was able to
calm down.  The second one was beautiful, and I was feeling 100% better by
the time she was sucking me clean.

   She knocked on my door and walked in without waiting.  "What did she
offer?"

   I could only laugh.  "Am I that transparent?"

   "To me.  So what was it?"

   "Twenty-four hours, no limits."

   "Wow.  This must be driving her absolutely nuts.  She's such a little
slut!"

   I nodded.  "Come lay down with me, Mom."

   She looked tempted but shook her head.  "No.  Not in your bed, and not
in mine.  Come out to the living room."

   We ate ice cream, the last of her 'cheat' day, cuddled, watched TV, and
even made out a little.  I'll admit it; I loved playing with Mom's tits. 
It was almost midnight before we turned off the TV. 

   "Got anything left?" she asked, blushing adorably.

   "I don't know, but I'd love for you to find out."

   It turned out I did, but only after a lot of effort on Mom's part.  I
slept like a rock.

   Not much more to tell about that weekend.  Three more visits to the
closet before I left.  Mom was still happy as a clam, although every now
and then I'd catch her looking at me weirdly.

   I told her not to worry about it, but I'm not sure it stuck.

   I paid a visit on Tuesday but had tests the rest of the week.  I needed
the stress relief come that weekend.  By Saturday mid-morning Mom had wrung
five more loads from me.  She was getting even better, if that's
possible. 

   She'd lost four more pounds and was beaming.  Plus it was cheat day
again.  We went out for lunch, and when we arrived back home, I tried to
get her to go to her room.

   "In a minute, if that's okay," she said, dragging me down to the couch,
which had quickly become my second favorite place in the house, after the
closet.

   I held her and nuzzled her neck.  "God, I didn't think life could be
this good," I whispered.

   "I want you to tell her."

   "What?"

   "I want you to tell her.  I hate knowing she's still digging away.  I
want it over with.  It's not that big a deal, not really.  Especially if
she plans on fucking your brains out for a full day.  So let's just tell
her."

   "I don't know, Mom."

   "Please?  Just tell her that you knew about my problem, and took care of
it.  You can show her your closet.  It'll be fine."

   "What if it's not?  What if she gets weird about it?"

   "Then fuck her!" Mom snapped.  "I'm not going to let her mess up the
best thing that's ever happened to me.  No way.  She's planning on coming
over this afternoon.  I'm going to hit the gym before she gets here.  When
she starts digging again, you tell her.  Make sure you get her to up the
ante.  You should get at least a whole weekend out of it.  Maybe an entire
week if you play your cards right."

   "Are you sure?"

   Mom sighed.  "Yeah, I've been thinking about this a lot.  Once Carol is
taken care of, we're clear.  I don't want this hanging over us, baby."

   I sighed.  "Alright, Mom.  If that's what you want."

   "It is."

   Before Mom had to go, we went to our closets one last time, in case
everything blew up.  It was good, but at the same time, difficult.  I hated
the idea of never doing that again.  Then I was kissing Mom goodbye at the
door.

   Twenty minutes later Aunt Carol was looking around.  "Where's Winnie?"

   "She left for the gym about twenty minutes ago," I said.

   It was clear how Aunt Carol was thinking.  I was sitting on the couch,
and before she was seated beside me, she was naked except for panties and
sneakers.  "You gonna tell me?" she teased.

   I shook my head.

   She climbed on top of me and was soon kissing me like her life depended
on it.  "A weekend alone.  You and me.  Everything."

   I groaned when she started rubbing my cock.

   "You wouldn't believe me if I told you," I said.

   The look of hope and joy on her face was amazing.  "If you're honest
with me, if you tell me the truth, I will.  I swear, Randy.  I'm not
bullshitting either.  Best sex of your life for an entire weekend.  All you
have to do is share.  I just need to know.  I'm not going to make a fuss."

   Then she was kissing me again.  Man, that woman could kiss.  Her hand
was inside my shorts squeezing my hard cock.  "Two weekends and a blowjob
to seal the deal right now before your Mom returns home.  That's my final
offer.  I know I'm getting close, I can see it in her eyes.  Don't blow
this, baby."

   "Three weekends, no limits, and the blowjob?" I asked.

   She stared into my eyes.  "You're going to tell me, aren't you?  The
whole truth."

   "Three weekends," I said.  "Friday afternoon through Monday morning."

   She smiled, and it was a beauty.  "It's big, isn't it?  I know it has to
be."

   I just nodded.

   "Hell, tell you what.  If it's as good as I'm thinking, I'll give you
ten days and nights.  You put 'em together however you want.  No limits and
I'm going to give you the best blowjob you ever had."

   That was a hell of an offer.  "If it's not the best blowjob, I get to
keep asking for them until it is."

   She laughed.  "That's not a problem as long as you're honest.  No
cheating."

   "No cheating, I swear."

   "Then it's a deal.  Spill, lover."

   I eased her off of me and took her by the hand.  She was surprisingly
quiet as I led her to Mom's room.  "You are sleeping with her!"

   "Hush, Aunt Carol.  And I'm not.  Be patient."

   I opened the closet door and took her inside.  She looked confused for a
moment.  "Wait here."

   Less than a minute later I had the electronics on and my cock in my
hand. I opened the little door that was almost invisible from her side,
especially in the dark.  Then I poked my cock through the hole.  Voice
modulator on, I spoke.  "On your knees and suck, beautiful.  A deal's a
deal.  Don't think, don't talk.  Kneel and suck.  We'll talk after."

   "Oh fuck!" Aunt Carol squealed.

   "Don't talk!  Don't think!  Suck, my beautiful cum-slut."

   "Randy ..." She might have been hesitant, but she dropped to her knees.

   "No names!  Don't.  Talk.  Suck!"

   When I felt her lips on my shaft, I breathed a sigh of relief.  She
wasn't going to welsh on her promise.  "The best ever.  You promised."

   She tried.  Aunt Carol really tried, and the fact that it was her first
time blowing me, and who it was helped a lot.  Not enough, though.  Fifteen
minutes of incredible oral later, I warned her before I came.  She was game
and finished me nicely.  Then I closed the portal and turned off the
electronics.

   I met her outside Mom's door.

   "She's better than me, isn't she?" 

   I nodded.  "Not by a lot.  But yeah."

   She took my arm, and I walked her back to the living room.  "I figured.
I mean, it's all she does, right?  If it was a fucking contest, I'd blow
her away."

   "I have no doubt."

   "When did it start?"

   "The same day you two went to Josephine's.  I was home and heard you
talking.  I didn't mean to eavesdrop; I was playing my XBox when you got
home.  Once I heard what you were talking about, I couldn't interrupt."

   Aunt Carol was still looking dazed as I steered her to the couch.  I sat
down and pulled her into my lap.  "That was an amazing blow job.  Truly
amazing.  Even better than the first few I got off Mom.  But she's been
practicing, and I guess she's starting to learn me."

   Aunt Carol was staring off into the distance.  "When did you fix that
space up?"

   "When you two went to join the gym and get her the workout clothes.  It
took me about four hours altogether."

   "And you showed it to her like you did me?"

   "No.  She was in her room and I called her over, using the Darth Vader
voice.  She fought it for a minute before doing what we both know she
wanted.  We never talk about it.  Not openly.  When we go to our rooms, I
can call her over, or she can pull her bell."

   "That's so weird.  So it's only the glory-hole.  You two aren't ..."

   "Nope.  We're a lot closer now.  It's not like it isn't obvious what
we're doing, we just don't talk about it.  We cuddle, and kiss, and love
each other, but the sex stays in the closet."

   She was quiet for a few seconds before turning and planting a kiss on me
that nearly stopped my heart.  "I think it's wonderful.  It was exactly
what she needed, and now I understand why she'd never brought up, uh, going
out for, well, you know."

   I nodded.  "She promised to stay faithful to me.  That was my big
concern, you know.  I couldn't stand the idea of Mom out there on her knees
in some filthy booth, sucking strange cock."

   "I never did, you know.  I only watched."

   "And one handjob." 

   She blushed.  "I guess you heard everything."

   "It's cool.  You were there for Mom when I wasn't.  When nobody else
was. I owe you for that, big time."

   She smiled.  "Enough to say my blowjob was the best?" she asked.

   "Enough to say it was the best first blowjob I ever got."

   Aunt Carol liked that answer.  She cuddled in close holding me.  "Thank
you.  I feel a hundred percent better.  You'll get everything I promised."

   "I'm looking forward to it."

   She laughed out loud.  "I bet you are.  Gonna tell your Mom?"

   "She's the one who wanted me to tell you.  It was bothering her a lot.
She just wanted it out of the way."

   Aunt Carol blushed.  "I wasn't trying to mess things up, you know.  I
just ...  it was driving me nuts!  I had to know."

   "And now you do.  Any more questions?"

   "How often?" she asked.

   "As many times as I can go.  On an overnight, maybe five times.  On a
weekend double that and a couple more."

   "Really?  That's a lot."

   "Really.  You can ask her if you don't believe me."

   She shook her head quickly.  "No, I believe you.  I'm just thinking that
those nights we're going to spend together are going to be even better than
I was hoping for.  I really am good, you know.  Maybe not the greatest, but
I've never had any complaints.  And for you, I'm going to break out all my
best tricks."

   We were still chatting when Mom got home.  Of course, Aunt Carol had
never gotten dressed after her first full-court press, so she was sitting
on my lap in panties and sneakers and I was enjoying access to her
incredible tits.  They were incredible.

   Mom smiled from ear-to-ear when she saw us.  "So you found out, nosey
britches?" she said before planting her ass on the couch next to me and
facing her sister.

   "You could have told me," Aunt Carol said.

   Mom just shook her head.  "What did it cost you?"

   "A lot, okay?"

   Mom leaned in close.  "He'll tell me, you know.  All I have to do is
ask. He loves me.  He won't keep anything from me."

   Aunt Carol blushed.  "Ten days, whenever he wants, no limits."

   Mom leaned back and laughed.  "That's even better than the week I said
you should ask for."

   "There's more, Mom.  Tell her, Aunt Carol."

   My aunt pouted so cutely, I wanted to chew on her bottom lip.  "I told
him I'd give him the best blowjob ever."

   "You didn't!" Mom squealed.

   "How was I supposed to know?" Aunt Carol said.  She seemed to be getting
her dander up, so I stroked her back and fondled her tit.

   "And?" Mom said.

   "He, uh, he made me agree that if it wasn't, I had to keep doing it on
demand until it was."

   "And?" Mom said, grinning.

   "It wasn't.  It wasn't the best, alright!" Aunt Carol crossed her arms,
taking away one of my toys.

   Mom was getting a kick out of this.  Me, I was getting hard.  Aunt
Carol's panty covered ass wriggling around wasn't helping things.

   "Aaand?"

   Aunt Carol finally surrendered.  "I guess I'll probably be giving your
son blowjobs for the rest of his life, or until I find a professional to
get my skills up to yours."

   Mom leaned in and gave her nearly naked sister a huge hug.  "No time
like the present," she said, dragging Aunt Carol off my lap.

   "Randy, go to your room and don't come out until I say so.  That's your
punishment for sharing our secret," Mom said.

   Not much of a punishment by my way of thinking.  Still, it was pretty
wild watching the two sisters compete with each other on my first dual
blowjob.  And my second. 

   Mom was right.  Telling Aunt Carol was the right thing to do.  After
that night, Mom was gloriously happy, and to be honest, Aunt Carol was as
well.

   * * * *

   Two weeks later I was home for Christmas break.  We still didn't talk
about it, not openly, which was kind of weird.  But I got at least two
blowjobs every single day.  Every one.  Usually more.  Sometimes a lot more
when Aunt Carol came over.

   It was the first week of the new year, that we took a vacation together.
An all-inclusive in the Caribbean.  Aunt Carol was true to her word, and
she fucked me senseless.  She was wonderful, very loving, eager to
instruct, and willing to do anything.  All I had to do was hint at what I
wanted, and we were naked rolling around the bed, trying to find new ways
for me to put my cock inside of her.  Aunt Carol is very creative, very
vocal, and very, very responsive.  The first two days alone were an
education the likes of which I never would have dreamed. 

   I don't know if she was the best there is, but she sure as shit was the
best I ever had, and then some.  Mom was along for the trip and witnessed
most of it.  But without the closet, me and Mom never did anything other
than cuddle, kiss and fondle a little.  At least not until Aunt Carol had
the brilliant idea of putting Mom out on the balcony, and having me stick
my cock between the curtain openings.  That was four days into the trip. 
After that Mom was the designated fluffer, getting me up whenever Aunt
Carol wanted another ride.

   Day five, I finally played the 'no limits' card.  That had Aunt Carol
nervous, so we took our time getting her worked up, and used a lot of lube.
I mean a whole lot.  I don't think it's as good as her pussy, but knowing
that I was only her third ever was pretty intense.  Watching her slowly get
into it as we took it slow was incredible.  Seeing her first orgasm with a
hard cock up her gorgeous ass?  Priceless.

   I always loved my aunt, but after that trip, it took things to a whole
'nother level. 

   Afterward, we agreed, Aunt Carol and me, that we'd only have sex away
from home.  Except for the private glory-hole blowjobs of course.

   It wasn't until the week before summer break that Mom made goal.  I knew
something was up the moment I walked in the door.  It was the look on her
face.

   "What happened, Mom?  Hit the lottery?"

   "Better," she said.

   "Really?"

   Mom nodded.  "I made goal."

   She looked it.  I don't think she was ever going to be as hot as Aunt
Carol, but she looked damn good.  I finally realized that she'd had a
makeover.  New hairdo, new color, makeup, new outfit, the works.  I was
slow to notice since I'd seen the changes coming over time, but it finally
hit me.  Mom was kind of hot.

   "Your reward?" I asked.

   Her grin looked like it was in danger of splitting her face open.  She
walked forward and took me by the hand.  Then she walked me down the hall
to her room.  "Welcome to our room, baby boy."

   I had an instant erection.  Eight months of teasing will do that to you.
"I'm gonna miss the closet," I said.

   "No, you're not.  That closet isn't going anywhere, and trust me, it's
going to get lots of use.  Now enough talking, I'm going crazy.  I've
earned my reward, and I want it.  Now!"

   What can I tell you?  It was my Mom.  She was never going to be the wild
woman that Aunt Carol was, but now that she was on her meds, she was ready
to enjoy sex.  I did feel kind of bad that Dad didn't get to see this side
of her, but damn it, if her blowjobs weren't enough, they should have
figured some way to work it out!

   But back on point, making love to Mom was incredible.  Just because she
was my Mom. 

   Mom undressed me, and I did the same for her.  She had purchased some
new very naughty underwear and blushed terribly when I stood back to look
her over.

   "Don't stare, Randy, it's embarrassing," she said.

   "That's ridiculous, Mom.  You've worked so hard to get in shape; you
have to let me see the results.  You are one sexy MILF, aren't you?"

   She gave me a little smile.  "A few of the men at the gym seem to think
so."

   "Mom!  Have you been giving away what's mine?"

   She leaped forward, surprise on her face.  "No, baby.  Never!  I might
tease them a bit, but there's only one man for me.  I've been saving up for
you.  I'm yours now, honey.  Only yours."

   I tilted her chin up kissing her long and hard.  As we finished I undid
her bra, slipping it off of her.  Yes, her tits sagged a little, but they
were incredible.  I was finally getting to see them and it had been worth
the wait.  Her nipples were already as hard as rocks in anticipation.

   "You love my tits, don't you?" she teased.

   "I always have," I admitted.  "They are fabulous."

   "They're yours, baby.  Why don't you claim them?"

   I put Mom on her back in what was now our bed, wearing only her
panties.  I gave her a quick kiss before moving down the bed to avail
myself of those incredible tits.  I must have worked on them for about ten
minutes before Mom started pleading for more.

   I rose up on my knees and offered her my cock.  "Suck me, Mom.  Suck me
like only you can.  I want to watch it for real."

   Mom took it in her hand and gave my shaft a long slow lick.  "Mommy's
mouth is yours now, baby.  You don't even have to ask.  Anytime you want,
anywhere, whip out this beautiful cock and I'll take care of it."

   I was too excited to let her go on for long.  All I really wanted was to
watch her, see that pretty face adore my cock.  Watching Mom left no doubt
whatsoever that she loved sucking me.  Absolutely loved it.

   She whimpered as I pulled away, replacing my cock with my lips, kissing
her softly.  "I can't wait any longer, Mom.  I can't."

   "You don't have to," she whispered.

   I moved down the bed and eased her panties off.  She'd obviously trimmed
herself down there.  When we started with the closet stuff, I saw her naked
many times.  She had a big bush.  Now it was a carefully cropped patch, and
smooth as silk below.

   "God, you're sexy," I said.

   "Really?"

   I didn't reply.  I just dropped down and kissed her between the legs,
before going down on her.  Aunt Carol had taught me a lot about doing that.
She had no filter, and no shame.  My aunt wouldn't hesitate to tell me what
she liked and what she wanted.  I'm certain Mom was the opposite.  She
would do whatever I wanted, and never ask for anything.  So she was going
to benefit from Aunt Carol's instruction.

   It was a complete head rush going down on Mom, listening to her breathy
gasps and moans.  She went on and on about how wonderful it was, how
wonderful I was.  I was able to get her close to coming a couple of times,
doing my best to drive her a little crazy.  But I didn't want her first
time coming for me to be on anything but my cock.

   The third time I had her on the brink, I backed away to her frustrated
moans.  She looked up at me in eager fascination as I opened her legs,
tapping my cock against her clit.  I rubbed it up and down across her
opening, watching her lips part for me.  She was trembling when I pressed
the head forward, watching it disappear.  I worked it back and forth a
couple of inches until I'd settled solidly inside of her.  Then I stretched
out over Mom, gazing into her loving eyes.

   "It's time, Mom," I whispered.

   She nodded, giving me a smile.  "Long past time, my love.  Make me
yours."

   I lowered myself to my elbows, bringing my face down to hers.  I kissed
her lips softly, staring into her eyes, as I pressed forward.  Slowly, ever
so slowly I sank into her.

   "Are you okay?" I asked.

   She shook her head.  "Fuck okay, I'm fantastic!"

   I chuckled.  "Yes, you are." I pulled back slowly, and drove my entire
length back into her firmly. 

   "Yesss," she hissed, tilting her head back and closing her eyes.

   I long stroked her slowly, in and out, just enjoying the feeling of
filling Mom's tight pussy.  And it was tight, tighter than Aunt Carol. 
Tighter than most of the girls I'd know in college.

   "God, you feel great, Mom."

   "Fuck me, baby.  Fuck me good.  Fuck me hard.  Fuck me like you own me."

   That was an offer I wasn't going to pass up.  I stretched my legs out
for leverage and picked up the pace.  I felt her tremble as I pounded my
cock into her.

   "Oh, baby," she groaned.  "Like that, harder, you're gonna make me
come."

   I did as she asked.  She was my Mom, after all.  I fucked her harder,
faster, jack hammering my cock into her for all I was worth.  Her hands
alternated between rubbing all over me, and clutching me hard, digging her
fingers in to my flesh.

   "Come for me, Mom," I growled.

   She whimpered, trembling, moaning softly as she worked her hips against
my thrusts, fucking back at me.

   "Come, my beautiful cum-slut, my sexy cock-sucker, come!"

   Her eyes flew open and her mouth gaped wide as she gasped.  I had her, I
could feel it.

   "That's it you sexy cum-slut.  Come!"

   She was shaking, fingers digging into me as she nearly bucked me off of
her.  Jesus, Mom was a wild woman when she came.  She grabbed me around the
neck, pulling me down hard, clamping her teeth down on my bare shoulder as
she shuddered underneath me.  It was all too much, and my need to finish
came over me like an avalanche.

   I growled as I thrust deep, pumping my Mom full of cum.  She whimpered
and clung to me hard as I tried to back off.  I stopped resisting and
rested atop her, while my hips nudged my cock back into her until I was
completely done.

   Her arms finally relaxed and she let me free.  I looked down and saw
tears in her eyes.

   "Did I hurt you?" I asked.

   She smiled, shaking her head softly.  "Never, baby boy.  You could never
hurt me.  That was perfect, even better than my dreams and fantasies. 
Thank you."

   "Thank you, Mom.  You are amazing."

   She grinned.  "That's all I've ever wanted to be.  Amazing for you."

   Mom gave me a little push to the side, dislodging me from between her
legs onto my back.  Mom's not finicky about cum; I think we've already
established that.  She didn't hesitate to climb down between my legs,
cleaning me, then sucking me back to hardness.

   When she'd finished that task, she moved off of me, and got on her hands
and knees, facing the end of the bed.  She wiggled her ass at me.  There
wasn't nearly as much ass there as when we started, but it was still full
and tempting.

   "Fuck me, baby.  Fuck me good.  Fuck me however you want."

   Fucking my Mom doggy style had to be one of life's greatest pleasures.
Grabbing those big soft cheeks, smacking her ass playfully, watching the
full length of my cock disappear inside of her, it was mesmerizing.  I
loved it and told her so.

   She giggled, wiggling her butt for me.  "Yours, beautiful boy.  Like all
of me."

   The second time was playful and sexy.  Incredibly fun.  We tried several
positions before Mom was riding me; gazing down at me with so much love in
her eyes it was painful.

   She was riding me slow and gentle when one hand caressed my face.  "I
love you so much, Randy.  You saved me.  You've made me incredibly happy.
Happier than I ever thought I'd be."

   I pulled her down and hugged her before kissing her.  She was still,
while I drove my cock up into her from below.  I pressed my lips to her
ear. "It wasn't a chore, Mom.  I love every minute I've spent with you. 
Not to mention that your blowjobs are the best ever.  Incredible.  I'm the
luckiest guy in the world."

   She looked deep into my eyes.  "You understand I'm your woman now,
right? Completely and without reserve.  I'm yours until you tire of me. 
For as long as you want, or as short as you want.  Whatever you want."

   I stopped the motion down below, and felt her sink down onto my
hardness. "Forever, Mom.  You and me, forever."

   She kissed me then, and started moving, getting serious.  She rode me
hard until I was groaning.  "Come for me, baby.  Fill me up with that
delicious cum," she growled.

   I did.  Twice more in fact. 

   The next morning I gently pulled out of my Mom's arms and snuck out of
the room.  I cleaned up in the bathroom before returning to my old room.  I
was already getting hard in anticipation. 

   I love my Mom.  I loved fucking her for the first time, and for the next
three.  I'm certain I'll love fucking her for as long as this goes on.  But
there's something about having Mom on her knees on the other side of the
wall, sucking my cock.  It's an addiction.

   Ding-ding-ding "Winnie."

   Ding-ding-ding "Winnie."

   Ding-ding-ding "Winnie."

   I heard Mom moan, then slowly sit up.

   Ding-ding-ding "Winnie."

   Abruptly she sat up straight, and a huge smile engulfed her face.

   Ding-ding-ding "Winnie."

   She was out of the bed in a flash, all of her lovely soft lady parts
jiggling sexily.  "I'm coming, sir!  I'm coming!"

   I stuck my cock through the hole and Mom didn't hesitate for a second
taking it deep.

   "Slowly, my lovely cum-slut.  Slow and easy, let me enjoy it."

   "Yes, sir," she nodded.

   She was teasing me now, so beautifully, so sexily.

   "I've trained you well, my sexy cock-sucker.  You are excellent."

   That was the first time I'd told her that she was better than good.

   "Excellent, sir?  Truly?"

   "Beyond excellent.  Superb, the best."

   She was grinning as she licked my shaft.  "Better than my slut-sister?"

   "There's no compare.  None.  She's an amateur compared to you." Perhaps
not totally true, but I know that's what Mom liked to hear.

   "Please, sir.  You can't tell her that.  It would break her heart.  Just
tell her that I'm only a little better.  Please." She finished her plea by
deep-throating me.

   "As you wish.  Now show me why you're the best."

   It took her about ten minutes to do just that.  When we were done she
kept playing with my cock, doing her best to bring it back to life.

   "Sir?"

   "Yes, my delightful cum-slut."

   "Promise me we'll never stop doing this.  No matter what happens, you
can't take this away from me.  Please.  I'll do anything you want."

   "After all the work it's taken to get you to this point, do you think
I'd give this up?  Never.  You are my personal cum-slut, my exquisite
cock-sucker, and that will never change."

   "Thank you, sir.  Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

   Then Mom proved she was a miracle worker by getting me hard again, then
spending another fifteen minutes to knock it back down.

   * * * *

   After about a month, we were down to three or four times a week, because
she said I was wearing her out.  I was still getting my daily morning
closet BJ, and it looked like that was never going to stop.  Let's face it;
Mom loved sucking cock, especially mine.  Throw in Aunt Carol coming over a
few times a week for her 'practice', and I was in heaven.

   After that first summer with Mom, I moved back home and commuted to
school.  My grades took a hit the first quarter, but Mom understood the
whole carrot and stick pretty well.  A weekend away with both sisters,
followed up with the locking of the closet door until my grades were back
where they belonged took care of any school issues.  I was on the Dean's
list by the end of the year.  My reward was unfathomable.

   It's been four years now.  Mom's looking better than ever, and her
blowjobs are still the best, although Aunt Carol is damn close.  We take a
couple of 'family' vacations a year, where the sisters spoil me rotten. 
Mom's still not as good as Aunt Carol in bed, but she's a lot less stingy
with her ass, and she's my Mom, which makes up for a lot.  Plus,
she has gotten a lot better.  She has one hell of a mentor and coach in
her sister.

   I'm not sure where we go from here.  Mom says I don't have to work. 
Dad's business keeps growing, and Mom's share is more than I'm likely to
earn after 20 years.  Still, I've got to do something.  I'm gonna give
college another year, and get my masters degree.  After that, I'm thinking
of trying to work as a freelance travel writer.  I've been promised the
best of companions, and we've kind of been bit by the travel bug.  Aunt
Carol has this weird goal of fifty countries, fifty positions.  She carries
along her Kama Sutra illustrated book wherever we go, checking off each new
goal.  Mom thinks it would be neat to suck cock in a hundred different
cities.  Since the only cock she's gonna be sucking is mine, it looks like
I'll be busy if the sisters get their way.

   I've even converted a pop-up photo backdrop into our own personal travel
glory-hole. 



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