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 Title: Scent of a Mommy


Summary: His mother's aroma led to an overpowering desire.


Keywords: inc,fic,stepmother,son





   I was finally on my way home from my third and final deployment to
Afghanistan when I got the news that my father had passed away.  I had
waited until we landed in Germany, and I had my flight information, before
I contacted my mom via Skype to let her know when to expect me.

   "Did you get my latest letter?" she asked.

   I grinned and held up the packet of mail I had just received the day
before.  "They just gave me all my mail from the past four months," I
replied.  "I haven't had a chance to read any of it yet."

   Her face dropped, and I could see her gulp.  I was immediately alarmed.
"Why?" I asked.  "What happened?"

   "Your father died last month," she said softly.  "The funeral was two
days later, on the fifth."

   I collapsed back into the chair at the communications center.  My dad
was in his early fifties.  I had planned to contact him or his new wife
next.  I was pretty sure how he had died, but I asked anyway out of reflex.
Dad had been a long-haul trucker as long as I could remember.  The
prolonged absences were a fact of life for me and my sister growing up. 
Eventually, my parents got divorced.  They had waited until Theresa
graduated high school before splitting up, and by then I was in the service
and overseas.

   "His truck jackknifed and got nailed by two other semis," Mom said
sadly, shaking her head.  "The doctors said he was killed instantly, when
the spare fuel tank exploded."

   Dad had been in a couple of bad accidents before, but he had come out
unscathed.  I was exhausted and was really struggling to process it.  My
mother's face teared up on the screen.

   "I'm so sorry, Paul," she said, "I could have waited to tell you..."

   I waved at the screen.  "It's okay, Mom, really," I said.  "I was going
to call Dad or Barbara as soon as I finished talking to you.  I'm glad you
were the one to tell me.  I just haven't slept much in the past week, so
I'm a little slow right now."

   I was a little surprised that no one had notified me while we were still
out in the field, but we had been in the middle of nowhere.  I was still
adjusting to being back in the civilized world.  Much of what my unit did
was highly classified, and we were always on high alert.  I wasn't used to
talking, and realized with a start that my mother had continued talking to
me.  I had missed most of it.  I shook my head in annoyance.

   "Sorry, Mom," I said softly, "I lost track of that.  What were you
saying about Theresa?"

   She smiled sadly out of the screen.  This was not the first time she had
seen me this out of sorts following a deployment.  "It can wait until you
get home," she said.  "Try to get some sleep."

   "Yes, ma'am," I replied.  "I love you, Mom.  I can't wait to see you."

   "I love you too," she said.  "Be safe, son."

   "I will."

   I decided to wait until I was home to call Barbara--my dad's new wife of
three years, and now his widow.  There was no sense of urgency with Dad
gone, and I was too exhausted to deal with what would no doubt be an
emotional exchange.  I managed to get some sleep before my MAC flight to
the states.  The cargo plane was uncomfortable, but we all zonked out
anyway.  By the time we arrived at Fort Bragg, the guys in my unit were at
least somewhat rested.

   It took two days to complete the paperwork ending my enlistment.  As
usual, there was the mandatory day spent in an Army hospital, with a dozen
blood samples taken and another handful of shots.  I had been through it
enough that I barely paid attention anymore.  I was given a clean bill of
health, a separation check, and an official-looking certificate suitable
for framing saying that I was honorably discharged.

   It felt strange to put on my civilian clothes to board the flight home.
After four months in the hinterlands of Afghanistan, my nose practically
twitched whenever a woman came within range.  Even faint feminine smells
like shampoo, deodorant, and light perfume hit me like a hammer.  I had to
fight for control so that I wouldn't be sporting a boner like some
adolescent school kid.

   Once again, I fell asleep on an airplane.  I was awakened by a
stewardess gently shaking my shoulder.  My eyes shot open at the unfamiliar
contact, and my nostrils flared at the marvelous smell of this woman
leaning over me.  It took me only a second to realize where I was, and I
softly thanked her for waking me.  I retrieved my travel bag from beneath
the seat in front of me, and held it in front of me as I walked off of the
plane.  By the time I reached baggage claim, I had regained control over
the erection that I had been concealing behind that little backpack.

   My mother caught me by surprise when she wrapped her arms around me from
behind and to my left.  I felt guilty, savoring the feel of her soft
breasts pressed against my back and side.  Her familiar shampoo and faint
perfume stirred a deep emotional response in me.  A tear formed in the
corner of my eye when that smell confirmed that I was home.

   I turned and hugged my mother tightly.  She shook in my arms, unashamed
as she cried in her son's embrace in that airport.  A lump formed in my
throat, and I rocked her gently from side to side as I held her there.  I
could not help but take notice of the people around us.  Most of them saw
my military haircut and nodded in understanding.  One woman, though, had a
very strange look on her face.  It took me a while to figure out that she
was turned on watching us embrace like that.

   My duffel bags eventually made their way down the carousel and I
collected them.  I slung the backpack onto my shoulder and carried the
large green bags as I followed my mother out to her car.  It was a warm
early summer evening.  There was something familiar about the smells
carried on the breeze, and the welcome humidity that reinforced that
feeling of being home.  I had to smile when I realized what I was feeling.

   At eighteen, I could not get out of this town fast enough.  After six
years of playing the hero in the Army, I could scarcely believe I had
survived to get back to this place.  Once again a lump formed in my throat
as I recalled some real heroes--good friends that had given up their lives
in the service of our country.  I knew that it wasn't healthy for me to
dwell on it, but I gave my departed brothers a silent thank-you anyway.

   The drive from the airport to the house reminded me just how long I had
been gone.  There were several new housing developments in what used to be
farmland and open prairie.  The airport used to be several miles from
anything, but now there were restaurants and other businesses all along the
highway.  I shook my head and smiled as I looked at them.

   "What are you thinking?" Mom asked from the driver's seat.

   "Oh, I was just looking at all these new houses and restaurants and
thinking how long I've been gone," I replied.  I turned and looked at my
mother, still smiling.  "You look exactly the way I remember, though," I
said.

   It wasn't a lie.  Mom still looked like the hot housewife that all my
junior high buddies had fantasized about.  She had been a few years younger
than my dad, but she had always been attractive.  She had also been
attentive and caring when Dad had been gone for weeks at a time.  She
beamed at me, taking my statement as a compliment.  That magnificent smile
just melted me, the way it always had.

   "It's so good to have you back, Paul," she said.  She reached over and
softly squeezed my knee.  It was a fleeting touch, but I was embarrassed at
my reaction to it.

   Damn, dude, I thought to myself, you really need to get laid, and soon.
You are getting way too turned on by your own mom.

   When we pulled up at the house, it seemed smaller than I remembered.  I
snorted at the thought; I had been home on leave last Christmas, and again
for two weeks before we had deployed.  Compared to the little mountain
shacks that constituted most of those remote Afghan villages, this house
was a veritable mansion.  Still, I had spent my life growing up in this
house and it had always seemed larger in my mind than it was in real life
anymore.

   I grabbed my duffel bags out of the back seat and turned to follow my
mom to the front door.  Her ample bottom looked really good in the snug
leggings she wore.  When I realized that I could not see a panty line--and
that I was staring hard at my mother's ass looking for a panty line--I
snapped my eyes back up to her hair.

   Mom has slightly curly dishwater-blonde hair.  She always has that
natural, slightly-mussed look that I have seen other women work for hours
to attain.  My mom just had it.  She would get out of the shower and run a
brush through her hair briefly, and then she had that look.  She turned and
smiled at me, then bent slightly in front of me to unlock the door.

   I could not help it.  My eyes wandered down to her ass again.  There was
not much light on her backside, but I was pretty sure on that second
inspection that she was not wearing anything under the dark leggings.  I
caught a faint but unmistakable whiff of that distinctly feminine smell
that had eluded me for months.  My knees felt weak for a moment, and I
carefully blew out a long breath.

   I had really missed the smell of pussy.  It was a shame that the first
one I got a whiff of here was my mom's.  By the time I got my bags stowed
in the guest bedroom, I realized I had been salivating.  The other three
senior NCOs in my unit were all married.  I had to imagine they had their
faces buried in pussy by now.  Well, except for Kyle.  He had always
protested that he couldn't stand the idea of licking a woman's juicy sex.
He was probably balls-deep in his wife before I even got on my plane.

   I shook my head and snorted to clear those thoughts from my head.

   "What's wrong?" my mother asked from the doorway.

   I turned and gave her a grin.  I couldn't very well tell her that the
smell of her pussy had me aroused and thinking about sex, but I did my best
to tell her the truth.

   "I was just thinking about something one of my buddies said before we
left Bragg," I said.  "It was pretty crude.  Let's just say his wife
probably has her hands full dealing with him right now."

   That was probably not the best choice of words.  I could see from my
mother's expression and the way that she blushed that she could visualize a
woman with her hands full of a man's eager boner.  I don't know why, but I
felt the need to make it worse.

   "Well, maybe not her hands, exactly..." I said.

   "Paul!" she gasped, "that's enough." Her blush deepened.  Clearly her
head was as full of sexual imagery as mine had been.

   "Sorry," I said softly.  I realized that I was probably not the only one
who had been without sex for a while.  As far as I knew, Mom hadn't been
dating recently.

   I sorted through my bags and put my civilian clothes into the dresser or
hung them in the closet.  That left a full bag of uniforms that I plopped
onto the floor of the closet.  It was warm, so I selected shorts and a
shirt.  I took a long, hot shower that helped to clear my mind and calm my
arousal.  As I got dressed, I couldn't help but look around the guest room
once again.  When we had been younger, this had been Theresa's room.

   After I had left, my old room got turned into a home office, and my dad
moved a weight bench in there as well.  Theresa's bedroom got a lighter
makeover after she went away to college, and now served as the guest room
when either of us visited.  I think my Aunt Tammy--Mom's sister--had stayed
in this room a couple of times.

   Back when we were kids, though, I remember my sister calling me into her
room to hold her after a bad dream, or when a fierce thunderstorm had her
shaking.  Even then, I had been strong for her when she needed me to be.

   I finished getting dressed and emerged feeling refreshed.  Mom had
apparently taken the opportunity to shower at the same time.  Her hair was
still damp, and she was dressed in a sexy little outfit that made me gulp.
I had never seen her so scantily clad in my life.  She wore a very thin
gown that only came to mid-thigh.  That wispy garment made it obvious that
she wore skimpy bikini panties and no bra.

   "I thought we might go out for dinner," I said, looking her over, "but I
guess we're staying in."

   "Sorry," she said with a shrug.  "I didn't really want to go out again,
and I was looking forward to having you home to share dinner with me.  I
can change if you really want to go out."

   I could tell she didn't really want to do that.  As I thought about it,
I realized that I really didn't feel the need to go out either.  I gave her
another smile.

   "Staying in for dinner with you sounds perfect," I said.  I tried not to
think about it as her nipples hardened visibly.

   Over the course of the evening, though, they were impossible to ignore.
My mother does not have huge breasts, but they are just perfect and they
were practically on display beneath that gown.  My dick did not care that
it was my mother.  I had a rampant erection the entire time I was around
her until it was time to turn in.  Oh, we had some nice conversations over
dinner and afterward over a bottle of wine.  I just couldn't tell you what
we discussed when I slid into bed that night.

   Well, there were two things that I did recall.  One was that Theresa and
her boyfriend were thinking about getting engaged.  That wasn't really
surprising; they had been living together for over a year.  The other was
that Mom had called Barbara to let her know that we would probably come to
visit and pay our respects to Dad.  I seized on that to distract my
thoughts as I lay in bed.

   I thought about memories of my father through the years.  He was a big,
rugged guy my whole life.  I smiled when I thought about him stepping out
of his rig with a massive grin splitting that gnarly beard of his.  Theresa
and I would shriek and try to get away before he kissed us on our cheeks
with that scratchy beard.  He always caught us, though.  Dad was really fun
when he was around.  He had a gift for telling stories and making us feel
like we had been there.

   I felt a chill when it hit me that he was gone.  I let it wash over me
then, as I lay in that bed, and let the emotion work its way out of my
body. I wept, and my body was wracked by sobs as I recalled all those
moments with my father over the years.  I had looked forward to another
visit with him and Barbara.  Hell, I had expected to have many such visits
over the years now that I was back in the world.  It felt like something
precious had been taken away from me that I was only beginning to
appreciate.

   A soft knock at the door snapped me out of the moment.

   "Come in," I managed hoarsely.

   "Are you okay?" my mother's soft voice came through the door.  I was a
little embarrassed to realize that she heard me.

   "Yeah, I'm fine," I said.

   She pushed the bedroom door open.  The light streaming in from the
hallway backlit her body, and it was just a little too revealing the way
that it cut right through her gown.  It was as if she was only wearing
those skimpy panties as she stood in the doorway.  Her face was hidden in
shadow, but her hair was lit like a halo and the curves of her body had my
cock throbbing beneath the sheet.

   She sashayed over to the bed and leaned over to plant a kiss on my
forehead.  I swear one of her hard nipples actually brushed my shoulder
when she did that.  I could scarcely breathe, but when I did my senses were
assaulted by the scent of her no doubt juicy pussy.

   "It's okay," she whispered.  "I miss him too.  I'm just glad I have you
back now, Paul."

   I scooted over, and she slid into the bed with me.  I still wore my
shorts, but I am sure she felt my erection when she cuddled up against me
in the bed.  Despite my horny state, the familiar smell of my mother's
shampoo and her faint perfume once again lulled me into that feeling of
security.  I fell asleep with her in my arms within minutes.

   She was gone when I woke up the next morning.  I had to get up to
relieve my bladder, and then I went right back to bed.  I slept for another
couple of hours before I once again woke up.  This time, I knew that I had
been having a very erotic, explicit dream.  My erection demanded attention,
and I pushed the sheet out of the way, pushed my shorts down my legs and
began to stroke it.  It only took a couple of minutes before I was at the
point of no return.

   I heard my mother gasp from the hallway, and whipped my head to look
over at the open doorway as my cock erupted.  I shot several ropes of cum
up onto my chest and belly.  My mother's eyes were locked onto my dick as
it spewed its load.  She looked incredible as she stood there, panting in
obvious arousal.  I finally managed to shield my spent cock from her gaze
and then her eyes met mine.

   "Sorry, Mom," I panted, "I should have closed the door."

   She just shook her head, which of course made her hard nipples shimmy
from side to side in that translucent gown.  "It's okay," she said,
swallowing before she went on, "I should have just...It's okay.  Don't
worry about it."

   She didn't even bother to close the door as she walked unsteadily away
down the hall.  I snagged my discarded t-shirt from the previous day and
wiped off my torso, cursing myself silently for being so careless.  I
stopped and held still for a moment when I heard her voice faintly float in
from down the hall.  I started to stand, and then realized she was moaning.

   My mother was getting herself off, and I could only imagine she was
picturing my erupting cock as she did it.  I felt awfully dirty, but it
turned me on.  I shook my head once again.  I needed to be much more
careful around my mother.  It wasn't fair for me to tease her, and it
wasn't helping me either.  Here I had just had a massive orgasm, and I was
already rock hard once again.  Worse, I was thinking about my mother and
getting this hard.  That just would not do.

   We had a late brunch after we both had a chance to calm down.  Neither
of us mentioned what had happened earlier.  I was content to act as if it
had never happened, and it appeared she felt the same way.  I tried to
remember my table manners while eating.  It wasn't something that we had
time to worry about when I had been in Afghanistan.  We all tended to wolf
down our meals quickly, and spent more time carefully disposing of the
packaging and cleaning up our campsite than we did eating.

   We were supposed to be ghosts, and ghosts don't leave wrappers and stuff
behind.

   Now, I was focused on being a civilized man again.  I carefully kept my
elbows off the table and cut my food into small bites, but it took a fair
amount of my attention to do it consistently.  This was not the first time
I had come back from overseas and had to work not to be a savage, and Mom
smiled as she watched me.  After swallowing a bite, I smiled back.  That
earned me another delectable whiff of her and I was hard instantly.

   "I need to work on my car today," I said, grasping for a distraction. 
"Have you taken a look at it since I left?"

   I had bought a beat-up old Ford roadster four years earlier and had
restored it whenever I had time over the following two years.  I had gotten
it running and had done the body work myself.  I had learned a great deal
in the process.  Initially, I tried to do the interior on my own.  That had
gone really badly, and eventually I paid to have professionals do the job.
It was a really nice-looking classic car now.  Due to its age and the
original engine, though, it did require a lot of maintenance.

   "I took it in for an oil change and tune-up like you asked me to," she
replied.  "That was three months ago, I think."

   After we cleaned up from brunch, I headed around to the side of the
house and opened the shed doors.  I had bought the storage shed after that
first deployment, when some kids had vandalized the car.  I kept it locked
up whenever I was gone ever since.  The car took a bit to warm up, but then
it purred when I drove it around the block.

   I lovingly cleaned off the dust and gave it a thorough wipe-down.  The
car gleamed in the sun.  This feeling was the reason I had bought it in the
first place.  It wasn't just that I had a good-looking vehicle; I had
worked hard to get it like this.  Every time I saw it looking spectacular
in the driveway, I felt that same sense of pride and accomplishment.

   "I don't know which of you looks better--you or that car," my mother
joked from behind me.

   I grinned as I turned to see her smiling face.  She was dressed much
more appropriately, in shorts and a blouse.  Her legs looked terribly sexy
in those short shorts.

   "Gee, thanks, Mom," I said.  My slightly sarcastic tone just made her
chuckle.

   She walked up and ran her painted nails over my shoulder and triceps
muscle where they were exposed by my short-sleeved shirt.  That look on her
face told me what she could not say out loud.  She wasn't just telling me I
looked good because I was her son.

   "Are you going to take me for a ride?" she purred suggestively.  Despite
the warmth, I shivered.

   "Yes ma'am," I replied.

   I put the top down, and we drove to a strip mall three miles from the
house.  My mother didn't say anything as I pulled into the parking lot in
front of the AutoZone.  She knew I was not there for parts.  I was looking
for Denise.

   Denise and I had hooked up a few times over the years when I was home on
leave.  We had gone to high school together, but had never dated back then.
She had worked at this parts store, and had been very helpful when I
started working on my car.  I had thoroughly enjoyed her tasty pussy before
I had left for my last deployment, and hoped to do so again.  My face lit
up when I saw her familiar face behind the counter.

   It froze when I saw the gleaming wedding band on her finger.  Only
because I knew her body so intimately could I discern the faint bulge of
her belly.  Denise was clearly off the market.  Still, her face lit up when
she saw me standing there.

   "Oh, Paul!" she said, loudly enough that the other four customers in the
store turned to look at me, "It's so good to see you back safe!"

   She came around the counter and gave me a big hug.  The wonderful aromas
coming off of this woman had me so aroused that I had to hold my hips back
to avoid poking her belly with my erection.  She mistook it for care about
the baby in her belly and blushed.

   "You can tell?" she whispered.  I nodded back softly.

   "You look amazing, Denise," I said.  She just blushed a bit more.  The
look of hunger on my face was obvious to her, and she was clearly
remembering our last visit.

   "I'm glad you got my letter," she said softly.  "I knew there was no way
you could make it home for our wedding, but it was a really thoughtful
gift. Troy made me promise to tell you he said thanks when I heard from you
again."

   I managed to smile and gave her a soft kiss on her cheek.  "You guys
deserve it," I said, "I wasn't sure you'd even be here, but I had to stop
by anyway just to check.  Tell Troy he's a lucky, lucky man."

   "Oh, he knows," she said with a sly smile.

   No doubt he knows, that lucky bastard.  Now I just have to get the fuck
out of here before everybody sees me sporting a hard-on for this married,
pregnant lady.

   "Well, it was great to see you again, Denise," I said, giving her hand a
squeeze.  "You guys take care.  I'm sure I'll see you again soon."

   Back at the car, my mother burst into laughter.  I just shook my head
ruefully.

   "You could have warned me," I grumbled.

   "Sorry, baby," she snickered.  "If it makes you feel any better, I
thought you handled that well."

   I started the car, growling, "I have to go read all of that mail before
I make a jackass of myself.  By the way, what did I get them for a wedding
present?"

   "You got them a vacation package for their honeymoon," Mom replied. 
"Three days in a resort in Cancun.  I understand it was lovely."

   "That was thoughtful of me," I said, "How much did that set me back?"

   "Between us, it was only twelve hundred bucks.  I paid half, and took
the other half out of your account here.  They have no idea what a deal I
got on that, though.  They probably think you dropped a few grand on their
honeymoon."

   "Thanks for that," I murmured.  I was genuinely impressed.  Troy and I
had been friends, although we had drifted apart over the years.  I was
disappointed not to have access to sweet Denise, but I was happy for the
two of them.

   Now, one of the things about all of my military adventures that I have
to mention here is that my peripheral vision is finely honed.  I catch all
sorts of tiny details out of the corner of my eye that most people would
never even notice.  I only bring it up because I was painfully aware that
my mother was staring at my erection while I drove us home.  Not only that,
but her mouth was open and her breathing was labored.  She was turned on
looking at my hard dick, and that did not help my condition one bit.

   We carefully avoided eye contact as we got out of the car and went
inside the house.  I retreated to my bed and got out the packet of mail,
making my way through the letters from first to last.  Denise was not the
only girl off the market.  I also got a letter from Nicole, a girl I had
dated a few years back.  She had moved away to continue her college career,
and she had met and married a guy there.  I had not seen her in quite some
time, so it didn't have the same emotional impact as Denise's wedding.

   I had four letters from my sister.  I dutifully read them, but there was
nothing that interesting in the first three.  The fourth one got my
attention, though.  Theresa gave a little too much explicit detail about
the recent escapades she and her boyfriend had enjoyed.  I was relieved I
had not gotten that letter in the field.  My sister and I had never shared
that sort of experience before, so it made me wonder what had changed.  It
wasn't like she and Mike were doing anything all that kinky, so it left me
a bit perplexed.  And awfully horny, of course.

   That feeling was mercifully brief--the next letter was from my mother,
letting me know that Dad had died.  It included a newspaper clipping
covering the accident.  There was a horrifying picture of his flaming rig
on its side.  That poor bastard had never stood a chance.  I shook my head
and swallowed repeatedly around the lump in my throat as I read all the
details.

   The next letter was from Denise.  It included a lovely wedding
invitation, but it also had a hand-written and heartfelt note from her. 
Unlike that bawdy letter from my sister, there was nothing even suggestive
in this brief missive.  Still, it did nothing to make that lump in my
throat go away.  I carefully folded the note and put it back into the
envelope.

   The next letter was from Barbara.  It contained a clipping from a
different newspaper covering my dad's fatal accident, and two handwritten
pages from Barbara.  I was shaken by the time I finished.  I had never
known her that well, but this woman had opened up to me in a way I never
expected.  Her heartbreak and vulnerability were just gushing from her
letter.

   I stood up and paced in that room as I finished the last page.  I had
felt no rush to visit Barbara, but this letter changed all of that
instantly.  It was clear from this six-week-old letter that this was a
heartbroken woman feeling completely alone in the world.  I rushed from the
room to find my mother.

   "Mom!" I called out.

   "I'm in here," she replied from her bedroom.  "What is it?" she asked
when she saw my face.

   "You have to read this," I said.  "It's from Barbara.  We need to go see
her right away."

   Now, my mother and Barbara had been civil since my parents' divorce and
Dad's marriage to Barbara.  That wedding had been over a year after the
divorce, so we didn't think he had been cheating on my mother with this
other woman.  Still, my mother looked apprehensive about reading a letter
that had clearly not been written to her.  That look faded from her face
after only a couple of paragraphs.  She was crying by the time she finished
reading it.

   "You're right," she sobbed, wiping the tears from her face.  "We have to
go see her right away.  Do you want me to call her, or do you want to do
it?"

   * * *

   I made the call, but Mom made all the other arrangements.  It was a very
long drive, but Mom thought the road trip would be more enjoyable.  It
would give us time together and actually got us to south Florida a few
hours sooner than we would have gotten there by plane--the next available
flight was not until late the following afternoon.  We would be stopping
overnight at a hotel on the way.  She had reward points earned up that let
us stay at any of a large number of associated hotels.

   "We can drive until we feel like stopping," she said.  "There are hotels
at all of these towns from Atlanta all the way down to Orlando that we can
use." She had them highlighted on a map on her phone.  Whenever we felt
like stopping, she could just call the next hotel along our route and get a
room.  Again, I was impressed with her cleverness.

   She also got a rental car for the trip.  Once again, it was using reward
points so it cost very little.

   "Well, we sure can't take your roadster on such a long trip," she
explained.  "We could take my car, but if we have any sort of problems, we
could be stuck at a mechanic's for days.  With a rental, if we have any
problems we can just stop at one of their rental outlets and swap cars."

   "You're so smart," I breathed.  "I never would have thought of that."

   Two hours later, we were in the rental car and on the road.  It was just
after noon when we pulled out of town.  By two o'clock, however, I knew I
was really in trouble.

   The rental car was one of those extremely fuel efficient little
hatchbacks, a Ford Fiesta.  Now, there was plenty of leg room for the two
of us in the front of that car, but there was very little room behind us.
That space was filled with our bags full of changes of clothes, and a
cooler with drinks and some snacks for the road.  The result was that there
was only a little bit of air in that car and it was quickly filled with the
scent of my mother's pussy.

   I don't want to make it sound like my mom had a funky pussy or anything
like that--that was certainly not the case.  It was just that my nose was
so fiercely sensitive to that arousing aroma that her sweet smell was
driving me to distraction.  I was behind the wheel, taking that first shift
of driving, and we were on open highway with very little traffic.  Mom was
wearing comfortable, loose-fitting shorts.  I had switched to softer cotton
shorts for the drive, but those seemed like a poor choice now.

   They did nothing to hide my erection, particularly once my hard dick had
escaped the front opening of my boxers.  Out of the corner of my eye, Mom
was clearly captivated by the sight of my throbbing boner, and it only made
her arousal stronger to my nose.  I felt almost drunk as my nose drank in
her rich aroma.

   God, I'll bet her pussy tastes delicious.

   That thought forced me to shake my head in an attempt to clear it.  My
hand shakily reached over to roll down my window.  Sound blasted into the
car from the open window, accompanied by the unmistakable stench of diesel
fumes.  My mother wrinkled her nose at that smell and she finally looked up
from my lap to my face.

   "Paul, are you okay?" she asked.

   "I just had to clear my head," I replied lamely.  My erection was not
going away, despite the distracting noise and the blast of hot air onto my
face and neck.  I glanced down at the clock built into the dashboard and I
could not suppress my groan.  We had barely been on the road two hours. 
There was no way I was going to make it another two--to our planned lunch
stop--without coming in my pants.

   "Is it...is it me?" my mother asked softly.  She squeezed her thighs
together, and I knew that she understood my problem.

   "I'm afraid so," I replied.  "I'm sorry, Mom, but I can't help it."

   "Your dad used to have the same reaction, back when we used to make road
trips together." Her voice was hard to make out over the noise and wind, so
I rolled the window back up.  The smell of her wet pussy was less obvious
now, but she was licking her lips as she looked at my lap.  "I used to take
care of that for him," she continued in that same distant voice.

   I could not help but look over at her.  Was she really saying she had
given my dad blowjobs while he drove?  Was she suggesting she would do that
for me?  I shook my head and grinned at the thought as my eyes returned to
the road.  Of course she wasn't.  That was just too outrageous.  Still, I
was hard as a brick just thinking about it.  Like most guys, I had always
entertained the fantasy of having a gorgeous woman sucking my dick while I
drove.

   I reached down to try to tuck my dick back inside my boxers, but it was
stubbornly uncooperative.  I didn't want to take my eyes off of the road,
and couldn't really shift my right leg while it was on the accelerator.

   "You should set the cruise control," she suggested.

   "Of course," I replied.  "Why didn't I think of that?" I set the cruise
control and pulled my foot off the gas, finally able to spread my legs a
bit.

   "Keep both hands on the wheel!" my mother said, her voice suddenly
commanding.

   That had me confused until she released her seatbelt and leaned over
into my lap.  Her nails lightly scratched the inside of my thigh as she
pulled the leg of my shorts up and out of her way.  The mounting smell of
her arousal once again assaulted my nose, and my cock was impossibly hard
when her fingers closed around the base of the shaft.

   We both groaned out loud when her moist lips came in contact with the
bloated head.  She lightly stroked the base of my cock while feeding the
tip into her mouth.  Her tongue eagerly invaded my piss-slit, coaxing out
pre-cum and lapping it up.  She applied suction with her lips, and kept
nursing more and more of my cock-juice from my sensitive shaft.  The sounds
coming from her throat were every bit as arousing as the scent of her damp
pussy.  She was moaning and sighing around the head of my cock as she took
it deeper into her sucking mouth.

   I never thought to protest or to try to stop her.  Yes, it was my
mother, but at that moment I was only aware of the marvelous feeling of a
hungry mouth attached to the end of my dick, and the overpowering scent of
a horny pussy.  Like I said, I felt almost drunk.  All of my attention that
was not tied up in the sensations of glorious touch and smell was devoted
to staying in my lane on the road.

   That became more difficult as she began bobbing her head up and down in
my lap.  Her mouth was making loud slurping noises to accompany her moans.
It was a symphony of sucking sounds, overpowering smell, and the wet
sensation of my cock in the most amazing mouth I had ever experienced.  I
could not help but add my own contribution to that chorus.

   "Oh, God," I groaned, "that feels amazing!  Oh!  Yes.  Yes!"

   She pulled her mouth off of me with a long, loud slurp.  "I'm glad you
like it, baby," she purred up at me.  "Don't hold back.  I want you to come
in my mouth as fast as you can." With another spine-tingling moan, she took
me back into her eager mouth and resumed her magnificent blowjob.

   Her lips and tongue worked in perfect concert with her stroking hand, so
that it felt my entire cock was being slurped all at once.  It was so
distinctly different than the sensation of fucking, and yet it was superior
to every blowjob I had ever received before.  I could not have held back
even if I tried.  Instead, all I could do was cry out in warning.

   "I'm coming!" I bellowed.  She moaned loudly in encouragement, and then
she was noisily sucking every drop of semen out of my erupting cock.

   "Fuck!  Fuck!  Fuck!" I groaned.  My knuckles were white on the steering
wheel as I fought to keep my eyes on the road and the car squarely in our
lane.  That sounds easier than it was.  My entire body was shaking as my
mother drained my cock and kept right on nursing it.

   "Mmm.  Mmm!" she moaned, happily taking more cum out of my dick between
swallows.

   "Mom, please, I need you to stop," I begged.  "I'm so sensitive right
now that it almost hurts."

   Her eyes shot open when she heard me say "Mom" and she abruptly sat up
and covered her mouth with the back of her right hand.  She was still
swallowing the residual spunk in her mouth, and couldn't yet speak.  I saw
her expression and quickly cut her off.  I couldn't bear the thought of her
apologizing after giving me such an incredible blowjob.

   "That was absolutely amazing," I said.  "Thank you so much for that." I
saw her alarmed expression soften a bit and she nodded her head.  I reached
over and squeezed her sexy thigh.  "That doesn't really solve our problem,
though," I continued.  "I'm afraid we'll have to find the next hotel and
stop."

   She finally gulped down the last of my sperm and reached for her phone.
We were still a long way from reaching Atlanta, so she had to search for
hotels on this side of Georgia.  She found a suitable place only twelve
miles ahead and called to make sure we could stop there.

   "I'm sorry," she told the manager, "we got on the road and we're just
too exhausted to continue.  We just have to stop for a nap for a couple of
hours." She listened and nodded.  "Really?  You could do that for us?  That
would be fantastic.  Thank you so much!  We'll be right there."

   As I pulled into the parking lot of the hotel, Mom fixed her lipstick in
the mirror.  I am sure I looked as exhausted as she had claimed as I
followed her into the hotel lobby.  Her slightly disheveled hair made it
look like she had fallen asleep in the passenger seat.  I stayed back and
held our bags as she chatted up the hotel manager.  I nodded at the man and
trudged after my mother.  I made sure not to stare at her shapely ass in
those shorts.

   Another man joined us in the elevator, so we said nothing until we
reached the third floor and found our room.  Once we were inside, my mother
looked at me curiously.  I set the bags next to the nearer of the two beds.

   "Wait a minute," she finally said, "if having your own mother suck your
dick wasn't 'our problem,' then what was?"

   I sighed deeply as I put my hands on her waist and turned her around. 
"Oh, Mom," I said, "it was the scent of you that had me all worked up in
the first place." She cocked her head at me, and her eyes shot open as I
pushed her onto the bed and my hands reached for her waistband.  She didn't
resist me as I lifted her legs and pulled her shorts and panties off of
her. I knelt between her spread thighs and took a big whiff of her savory
pussy.

   "There was no way I could keep focused on the road until I got a good
taste of this," I murmured before diving in to feast on her tasty pussy.

   I am sure that my technique was nowhere near as amazing as my mother's
had been on my cock earlier.  Still, she sounded appreciative as her
fingers tangled in my hair.  I explored her thoroughly, inside and out,
with my long tongue.  My lips kissed and sucked at her sensitive outer lips
and finally latched onto her clitoris for a vigorous sucking session. 
After she came, I gently lapped at her puffy pussy, savoring every drop of
her nectar.

   I repeated the entire process again, adding two fingers inside her when
I sucked her clit through that second climax.  I cleaned her with my tongue
again, but she was stubbornly wet even after my best efforts.  Our eyes met
when I sucked her heavenly juices from my fingers.  Her left hand softly
stroked my hair.

   "Well," she purred at me, "did that take care of 'our problem'?"

   I stood and let my shorts and boxers drop to the floor.  My cock was
completely hard and throbbed as I stood between her thighs.

   "Not exactly," I shrugged.

   "Good," she growled huskily, spreading her legs to welcome me in.

   I was unprepared for the treat my mother had between her legs.  As
marvelous as it had tasted, she had skills that I never suspected.  Her
moist walls gripped my invading cock and squeezed it gently.  I had been
with a couple of girls before who were merely tight around my girth, but
that paled in comparison to the way my mother's pussy caressed my boner.

   "Holy hell," I gasped at that sensation.  I looked down, watching my
shaft disappear between her clutching lips.

   "Oh, that's really nice," she purred up at me.  "I was worried you might
not be able to get hard so soon after I had drained you.  You are just a
dream come true, baby, so nice and hard and thick for your mommy."

   We both felt my cock pulse inside of her as that dirty talk spurred me
on.  After my entire length was buried in her to the hilt, I grabbed her
hips and pulled her to the edge of the bed so that I could drive my shaft
in and out.  Once again her aroma reached my nose as she coated my cock
with her juices.  At her urging, I began to speed up my strokes.  She began
babbling incoherently, punctuating each gibberish phrase with a "fuck!"
"yes!" or "oh!"

   I had to slow down when she came and squeezed down on my entire length.
It was just too intense, and I desperately wanted this to last.  She saw
the look on my face, and a wicked grin lit up her face.  She wrapped her
legs around my back and forced me to stroke in and out even as her pussy
milked me past the point of no return.

   "Give me that hot cum!" she ordered.  "My pussy wants it, now!"

   I could not disobey.  I groaned and threw my head back as I exploded
inside of her eager, hungry, and oh-so-talented pussy.  "Fuuuck," I forced
out between my clenched teeth.  I watched her close her eyes and bite her
lip as she felt my hot semen spraying inside of her.

   Mom spread her arms and I lay on top of her.  We panted for breath for a
bit, and then we scooted up the bed to hold and kiss each other.  I was
still inside of her, and she was still squeezing my shaft with her
insistent internal muscles, still forcing the last bits of cum out of my
shaft.  I was surprised that she could do that.  She was equally surprised
that I was still hard for her.

   We continued to surprise each other for another sweaty half hour of
amazing sex.  After that, we really did nap for an hour.  We woke up before
the phone rang with our wake-up call and showered together before getting
dressed and checking out of the hotel.  At checkout, the manager only
charged us twenty bucks for the use of the room, and he sent one of the
cleaning staff to tidy up.

   We drove to a nearby restaurant and ate before hitting the road again.
Mom took the first shift, and I fell asleep in the passenger seat.  I was
aware of it when she reached up the leg of my shorts and fondled my cock,
but I did not quite wake up.  That was evidently quite a turn-on for my
mother.  Shortly after it got dark, she pulled off of the highway and
sucked me off urgently before I could wake up.  When her talented mouth
forced my cock to give up its load of sperm, I finally did regain
consciousness completely.

   "Naughty mommy," I murmured.  Her eyes grinned up from my crotch as she
continued guzzling down her salty treat.  I knew there couldn't be that
much of it after all the orgasms I had already had that afternoon.  Once
she finished swallowing my cum, she started the car and got right back onto
the road.  I managed to doze off for another hour before we pulled over to
take a break and stretch our legs.

   The car still had over a half a tank of gas, but we pulled into the
parking lot of a gas station to stretch, use the bathroom, and grab a big
beverage for the road.  I got a cappuccino, since I was taking over behind
the wheel.  Mom got a PowerAde with ice in one of those massive fountain
drink cups with a lid and straw.  She slurped on her drink as I got the car
back out onto the highway.  It was just after ten at night, and we were
closing in on Atlanta.

   Mom kept her seatbelt fastened, but tucked the shoulder strap under her
arm this time so that she could once again lean over into my lap.  She
gently sucked on my cock the entire time we drove through the city of
Atlanta.  She wasn't trying to make me come, but my happy dick rewarded her
with a steady trickle of pre-cum.  She moaned appreciatively as she
swallowed it.

   I think she actually fell asleep with my cock in her mouth, gently
nursing on it in her sleep.  I can't remember being this hard for this long
ever in my life.  Since I had been so thoroughly drained, though, it was
not difficult for me to pay attention to the road as we drove down the
darkened highways of south Georgia.  We were on the interstate ever since
we got past the city center in Atlanta, so there was always some traffic
around us.  That only added to the thrill every time my mother moaned
around my cock and renewed sucking on it.

   I drove for three hours before I exhausted the enormous cup of
cappuccino, and then I had to pee.  I shook my mother gently awake before
pulling off of the highway to stop for gas.  I started the pump and hopped
from one foot to the other until my mom got out of the car and shook her
head at my foolishness.

   "Go," she said, "I'll watch the pump.  Get in there before you wet your
pants."

   I nodded and tried not to be too obvious as I hustled into the bathroom
to relieve myself.  I got another massive cappuccino and took my place in
the driver's seat again.  Once we were back on the highway, my mother took
her place with her head in my lap again.  However, she was awake now and
her mouth was much more active and insistent once she had slurped my cock
back inside.

   I realized that I was speeding and reengaged the cruise control.  I
spread my legs, giving her better access.  Mom managed to surprise me once
again as she buried her face in my lap and swallowed my cock down to the
root.  "Gluk!  Gluk!  Gluk!" Her throat muscles milked the head and first
three inches of my shaft.

   "Oh, damn, Mom!" I gasped.  "That's too intense.  If you keep that
up--whoa!"

   It was already too late.  She choked a bit on my erupting cock before
hastily pulling her head back so she could taste the rest of the semen as
it shot out of me.  I did swerve just a tiny bit in my lane as my shoulders
shook, but there was no traffic on the road to notice.  After draining my
dick, Mom sat up and took a long swig of her sports drink to wash down the
spunk.  I toasted her with my cappuccino and took a few careful sips of the
steaming beverage.

   When my mother put her head back in my lap this time, she did not take
my softened cock back into her mouth.  Her breathing deepened and she began
to snore softly right into the side of my dick.  I had to chuckle, and then
I tucked it back in my pants.  That had tickled.

   I drove on until three-thirty in the morning, at which point we were
almost to Orlando.  I was getting sleepy and figured we should probably
stop at a hotel.  I shook Mom awake, and she groggily got her phone out and
yawned as she dialed the next hotel on our route.  Fifteen minutes later we
were staggering into our room.

   As exhausted as I was, I could not help myself when Mom dropped her
shorts and bent over by the dresser.  I slid to my knees and buried my face
in her juicy, fragrant snatch.  "Oh, fuck!" she gasped.  Her legs shook as
my tongue invaded her tasty slit.  My nose pressed into her sphincter as my
mouth devoured her.  She finally pressed her palm against my forehead and
forced me away.

   "You are such a naughty boy," she growled.  She scampered out of my
reach and retreated into the bathroom.  I grinned when I heard her lock the
bathroom door to ensure her privacy.

   I took off my shirt and socks and rolled into the bed.  Sleep took me as
soon as my head hit that soft pillow.  At some point I was vaguely aware of
my mother pressing her naked body against mine in the bed, but she also
went right to sleep.  I woke up suddenly three hours later when my bladder
demanded my attention.  I rolled out of the bed and padded quietly through
the darkened room to the bathroom.

   I managed not to wake my mother going to the bathroom.  After I had
relieved myself and washed my hands, I waited for my eyes to adjust to the
darkness before returning to the bed.  I could barely make out my mother's
shape beneath the covers, but I could smell her wonderful aroma as soon as
I lifted the sheet to slide into the bed.  My mouth watered at that smell,
and I slid beneath the covers and homed in on her tasty pussy.

   I was gentle this time when my mouth found its target.  Mom moaned in
her sleep and unconsciously opened her legs to give me better access.  Her
moans gradually got louder, and she murmured something unintelligible as
her hands tangled in my hair.  Her orgasm woke her up, and I heard her
softly mutter, "What the hell?"

   She wasn't mad, but she did demand that I give her pussy the fucking it
desperately wanted after that teasing tongue-play.  I did not mind one bit.
Her sweet pussy once again squeezed and milked my cock as it slid in and
out of her.  This time I was presented with her hard nipples and I took
full advantage, sucking on them while fucking her.  Her clutching little
pussy spasmed and coated my shaft both times she came.  She had me at the
brink of my own orgasm and she knew it.

   "Stop, Paul," she ordered, grabbing my shoulders firmly.  I groaned but
held still inside her.  "I want to taste you," she said.  "I want you to
come in my mouth."

   Her hands directed me off of her and I rolled onto my back on the bed.
She tossed the covers aside and took her place between my spread thighs. 
She eagerly sucked my wet dick, savoring her own tasty juices before
draining me of mine.  I cried out again as my dick erupted in her moaning,
sucking mouth.  When my legs stopped shaking and she had drained every
drop, she slid up my body and lay beside me, resting her head on my
shoulder and lightly stroking my chest.

   "Go back to sleep if you can," she urged quietly.

   "Yes ma'am," I whispered, kissing the top of her head.  I was asleep
within minutes.

   Some time later, I felt the bed shift as she got out of it.  I heard the
door close behind her as she left, but never quite woke up enough to open
my eyes.  I did wake up when she returned.  I rolled to my side and looked
at her when she tried to close the door behind her without a sound.  I
could not help but grin.

   "It's too late for that!" I said loudly, making her jump.  "I am already
awake."

   "Dammit, Paul, you scared me!" she said.  She tried to look angry, but
couldn't hold back a giggle.

   I was happy to see her amused.  I then noticed that she had a shopping
bag from Wal-Mart.  I looked at my watch.  It was almost nine in the
morning.  The thick drapes kept the room in perpetual darkness.

   "Well, I guess I should get up," I said, "What did you get from
Wal-Mart?"

   "Oh, there were a few things I didn't think to bring from home," she
said casually, "lingerie, stockings, anal lube..." She gave me a wicked
grin when my eyes shot open.  "We don't have to check out for three hours,
Paul.  We should take advantage of that, don't you think?"

   She sent me to the lobby to grab some of the continental breakfast items
for us while she showered.  I dropped a croissant and a donut on the floor
because my hands were shaking so badly.  Despite my embarrassment, I had to
laugh at myself as I picked up the pastries from the floor and threw them
into the trash.  Here I was, a trained combat soldier who had seen so much
shit over the past two years, and my sexy mother had me shaking like a
leaf.

   I pulled myself together, apologized to the lady behind the counter, and
took a plate full of breakfast food and two hot cups of coffee back to our
room.  I set the plate and cups carefully on the table in the room, and
quickly stripped off my clothes to join my sexy mommy in the bed.

   Freshly showered, she smelled amazing.  She wore the dark stockings and
nothing else.  She pushed me onto my back once again and slurped my cock
into her mouth briefly before reaching over to the nightstand.  Her hand
held a thick tube of lubricant and she generously lubed my throbbing boner
before she fed it into her eager asshole.

   "Hold still," she ordered in a raspy voice.  I nodded and lay there,
watching her put on the most amazing and lewd display I could imagine.  The
bedside lamp illuminated the scene clearly, etching every movement of her
body into my mind forever.

   My mother is fucking my cock into her ass!  Holy hell!  That looks
unbelievably hot!

   Despite all of the thorough lubrication, that little hole was almost
painfully tight as it stretched to accommodate the meaty head of my cock.
Mom grimaced for a moment, then her mouth shot open and she moaned as the
head made its way inside her.  Her nails dug into my thighs behind her as
the first inch of my shaft slowly disappeared into her tight sphincter.

   "I haven't done this in quite a while," she gasped, her eyes glued to
mine.  "It may take a while for my asshole to be ready for you to fuck it."

   My mouth was too dry to form coherent words, so I just nodded again. 
Mom groaned when my eyes returned to feast on the sexy sight of her ass
eating my hard dick.  She was right.  It seemed to take an incredibly long
time for her to take half of my length inside her.  Then she had to stop,
and I reached out instinctively to hold her hips steady as she shook
through that unexpected orgasm.  The smell of her juicy pussy once again
filled my nostrils.

   I was as hard as I had ever been in my life, but I managed to hold still
and let her do what she wanted to.  Well, mostly; I was shaking a fair
amount because I was so damned turned on.  When I managed to tear my eyes
away from my cock slipping into her ass, her wanton expression was every
bit as arousing.  Her breasts were swollen with desire and her aroused
nipples begged to be sucked.  Every time my thighs shook with my arousal,
her breasts shivered in response.

   "May I touch your pussy?" I whispered up at her.

   "No!" she gasped quickly.  "This is too intense already!  If you touch
my--" She lost it then, shaking her head from side to side and gasping as
another orgasm shot through her.  Her asshole tightened down painfully on
my shaft.  Her nails may have drawn blood as they dug into my thighs.  "Oh,
fuck!  FUCK!" she cried out.

   Her stocking-sheathed legs shook out of control for a full minute as the
intense climax took its toll on her heaving body.  That had the effect of
forcing another inch of my well-lubricated shaft into her ass even as her
sphincter spasmed tightly around it.  I resolved to keep my mouth shut and
my hands to myself.  As amazing as that had been visually, it had hurt when
her sphincter tried to bite off half of my dick.

   When she recovered and stopped shaking, she looked somewhat surprised.
Her sexy bottom was now resting against my thighs, with my entire length
sheathed inside her horny ass.  She breathed heavily and then leaned
forward and planted her hands on my chest.  Her hips made a tiny circle,
working my cock around inside her.

   "I can't believe it," she breathed.  "My son's big, hard cock is in my
ass."

   My cock twitched inside her in response to her words.  She shivered
again in response to that sensation.  I leaned my head forward and gently
kissed her hard nipples in turn.  She groaned and pressed her left breast
into my mouth, encouraging me to suck on that nipple.  As I did, she
shifted her legs so that her knees were on the bed to either side of my
hips.  She was able to lift her hips just a bit before lowering back down.

   It was another painfully slow process as she carefully introduced her
asshole to the cock that would be fucking it.  She apologized and kissed my
mouth after several minutes of that sensuous and deliberate ass-fucking.

   "I'm sorry this is taking so long, Paul," she gasped into my mouth.  Her
lips kissed mine three more times before she pulled her head back.  "I'm
not trying to be this tight.  It's just been so long..."

   I kissed her back hungrily.  "It's okay, Mom," I replied quietly, "Take
as long as you need."

   She nodded and then leaned over to grab the lube again.  She lifted up
onto her knees and gently applied more of the gel to the juncture of her
sphincter and my shaft.  She repeated the process four more times, and it
really helped her relax her tight ass.  After she set the tube back on the
nightstand, she was finally able to start driving my hard cock in and out
of her horny asshole.  She grunted loudly each time her ass pressed against
my pelvis.

   I was nowhere close to coming when she had her third orgasm.  It was
incredible to see her when it rocked her body.  After that, though, she had
to take a break.  She wrapped a bathrobe around her body, and I pulled my
shorts back on.  We sat at the table and ate our breakfast and drank our
coffee.  We couldn't stop smiling at each other the entire time.

   After that respite, my mother's horny asshole was ready to be taken. 
She lay on the bed on her stomach and spread her legs invitingly.  When I
slid in behind her, she reached back and spread her cheeks for me.  "Be
gentle," she murmured as I eased my lubricated tip into her tight
sphincter.

   Ten minutes later, she had changed her mind.

   "Fuck gentle!" she spat out.  "Pound my asshole, baby!  Take it!  Fuck
my ass!" She bit the sheet and groaned as I pistoned in and out of her
eager bottom.  I did not hold back.  I gave her sweet asshole the most
vigorous pounding I could.  My feet were inside of her ankles, forcing her
legs wide apart, and my balls slapped wetly against her pussy with every
thrust.

   Honestly, I was surprised I had not come already.  I was as hard as
ever, but my orgasm was a long time coming.  When it finally arrived,
though, it was mind-blowing.  I know I screamed, but I could not recall
what I screamed.  It felt like a grenade went off in my balls when that
climax shot out of me.  Mom's sphincter once more locked down on my shaft
and her whole body shook beneath me.

   We lay there gasping for breath for several minutes before either of us
could move.  My spent cock finally slipped out of her tight bottom, and I
watched her asshole gape open and drool a puddle of semen onto the sheets.
Her legs shook the entire time, and then she looked sheepish as she got up
to dash into the bathroom.

   I heard her relieving her bladder and could not help but chuckle softly.
Then I realized that my right thigh had landed in the puddle of my spunk,
and I rolled over and looked for a towel.  I had to wait for Mom to finish
in the bathroom, and then I made my way past her and into the shower.  She
took several minutes before she joined me.

   I looked at her sexy, naked body as she stepped into the bathtub.  My
eyes wandered up her legs, over her puffy pussy mound, up her belly and
breasts.  When my gaze finally reached her face, I saw the telltale
glistening white sheen of semen coating her lips and knew she had been
lapping up that puddle of cum from the bed.  It made my dick lurch to see
it.

   We had used an hour and a half for that first marvelous ass-fuck, and it
had taken its toll on both of us.  After the shower, I sat at the edge of
the bed and admired my mother's sexy body.  She smiled at me in the bedroom
mirror as she stood naked and brushed her hair.  She stopped abruptly, and
turned to look at me.  Clearly, she was thinking hard about something.  She
nodded to herself when she reached a decision.

   Her body looked amazing as she bent over and reached into her travel
bag. I was treated to a lovely view of her breasts hanging below her and
shimmying as she rummaged through the contents.  She finally stood,
displaying her puffy pussy.  She spread her feet apart to give me a show
and waited a few seconds before clearing her throat.  I looked up to see
she was holding an envelope in her hand.

   "I wrote this letter for you almost two years ago," she said.  "I just
couldn't bring myself to actually give it to you.  Now, though, I think you
should read it."

   "Okay," I said simply.  I held out my hand, and she handed the envelope
to me.  This had to be serious, I realized.  Her hand was shaking as I took
it from her.  The envelope had never been properly addressed.  On the
outside, in her cursive hand, all it said was "Paul."

   I opened the envelope and removed the two handwritten pages of the
letter.  Mom slid into her bathrobe and sat at the table, watching me
intently as I read.

   My Dearest Paul:

   These past two years have been extremely difficult for me.  I felt so
alone after my divorce from your father.  I had tried dating a few men, but
the "spark" just wasn't there like it had been back when your father and I
dated.  I know, that was a long time ago.  Still, I always hoped for more
than my dates could give me.  Each time, I was disappointed.

   It wasn't the sex, either.  Just to be clear, I did have sex with more
than one of those men.  They satisfied my needs as a woman, and gave me
some lovely orgasms.  Even so, it just felt hollow.  I didn't have any
feelings for them.  After a year of dating, I gave up on looking for a man
to replace your father.  I stopped dating and made my friends stop trying
to set me up with guys they knew.

   I was only 41, and I felt like my life was over.  What saved me was you
and Theresa.  The two of you came home for the holidays that year, and I
felt truly alive for the first time since the divorce.  That spark that had
been missing was back.  I was terrified when you left to go back to
Afghanistan.

   I have managed to keep that out of the letters I have sent to you.  I
know you have a difficult job to do and I am proud that you are doing it.
You have become an amazing man, and I love you more than I can ever say. 
That makes it very tough to tell you what I have to say next.

   After you and Theresa had left, I was terribly lonely.  I still have
friends in the neighborhood, of course, but they all have their families
and other commitments that keep them busy.  I actually got a part-time job
as a temp just to fill my time and make me feel worthwhile.  I quit doing
that after a couple of men hit on me at work.  They were crude and vulgar
and I did not care for that one bit.

   Another month went by, and my loneliness was becoming unbearable.  Also,
I was starting to feel increasingly horny and sexually frustrated.  I
considered dating again, just for the sex.  Instead, I wound up getting
involved with a younger man.  Tommy was about to graduate from high school,
and he was doing odd jobs and lawn work to raise money for college.  He was
extremely handsome, and his body had filled out nicely.  I kept having him
do work for me, and liked having him around.

   Eventually, we had sex.

   I looked up from the letter to her face.  "You had sex with Tommy?" I
asked.  She just nodded.  Tommy was a few years younger than me.  He had
been a kid when I joined the Army.  I couldn't picture that kid having sex
with my mom.  I shook my head and went back to reading.  It took a bit for
me to find where I had left off.

   Eventually, we had sex.  He was energetic and eager, but had no
experience at all.  It was a wonderful challenge for me to turn that boy
into a man.  I loved it every time I taught him something new in the
bedroom and he proved he had learned to do it properly.  Three or four
times every week Tommy would come over to make love to me.

   It was a wonderful diversion, but something about my affair with that
young man bothered me.  It took me weeks to figure out what it was.

   I had reached the end of the first page, and I turned it over to start
on the second.

   I was having sex with Tommy one summer afternoon when you called me from
Germany.  I saw your face on my computer screen, and I was filled with
relief to know you had made it out of Afghanistan safely.  Then, I was
completely shocked when I came harder than ever on Tommy's cock.  He kept
right on going, and I had two more incredible orgasms before he was
finished.

   After that, I managed to answer your call.  I don't know if you saw how
flushed I was, or realized that I was still turned on while I talked to
you. My mind was a whirling mess of emotions, but I was most excited about
one thing:

   You were coming back home to me.

   That was when I figured it out.  I wasn't just happy that my son was
coming home; I was turned on every time I thought about it.  My pussy was
wet and aching when I thought about holding you in my arms again.  Tommy
had just been a surrogate.  I knew at that moment that I wanted to have sex
with my own son.

   I have tried to keep it to myself, but every time after that moment I
was imagining it was you when I was with Tommy.  I came hard every time I
pictured you while I was with him.  Tommy never knew, of course.  I have
never told anyone about my real feelings for you.  I dream about being with
you almost every night.

   Even as I write this, I know that I will probably never have the courage
to let you read it.  I can only hope that some day you read this letter and
have the same feelings for me that I have for you.  I love you in a way
that no mother should love her son, but I can't help myself.

   I love you.

   -Mom

   My hands shook before I reached the end of that letter, and I looked up
from the page to my mother sitting in front of me.  She looked as nervous
as I can ever remember her looking.  This was an enormous revelation.  She
had felt this way about me for years--it wasn't just something that
happened by chance on this road trip.  She shifted uncomfortably and
cleared her throat.

   "Well?" she asked quietly.  "What do you think?"

   I folded the letter carefully and put it back into the envelope.  My
bath towel was still wrapped around my waist, and I was hard beneath it.  I
tapped the envelope against the knuckles of my left hand, trying to think
of the perfect thing to say.  I smiled at her when I realized that it would
take me a lot longer than a couple of minutes to think of it.

   "I love you so much, Mom," I finally said.  I shook my head.  "I was
trying to think of the perfect thing to say, to express how amazing you are
and how lucky I am.  Maybe in a few years, it will come to me.  For now,
all I can say is I love you too, in a way no son should love his mom, and I
don't care what the world thinks of me for it."

   She cried out and leapt from her chair, diving onto me and knocking me
back on the bed.  She kissed my mouth so hard I would have a fat lip later.
Neither of us really cared in that moment.  We were so in love, and so
turned on.  My towel and her robe flew across the room as we enjoyed each
other once again on that hotel bed.

   After lots of kissing, licking and sucking, Mom went after the lube
again.  She lay on her back with her legs spread wide and let me watch
while she worked the slippery gel into her tight and horny little hole. 
She handed me the tube and continued working two slick fingers in and out,
stretching her sphincter and preparing it for me.  I knelt between her
thighs and stroked the lube over the length of my hard cock.

   "You are so damned sexy," I groaned down at her.  She just beamed back
up at me.  Once again, her smile just melted me--except for my cock, of
course.  That thing was like granite.

   Her asshole was still incredibly tight, but it was ready for me this
time.  Mom rested her calves on my shoulders as I eased my thick cock into
her.  She gasped out loud when that first orgasm surprised her.  I wasn't
even halfway in yet.

   "I can't believe it!" she cried.  "This just feels so--oh!--so fucking
good!"

   It got better than that for both of us.  This time, I did play with her
sopping pussy while I fucked her sweet ass.  Once again, I lasted far
longer than I had any reason to think I could.  I pounded her asshole in
that position until she babbled incoherently for me to stop.  I gently
eased my cock out of her and turned her onto her side.  I kissed her neck
and rubbed her back until she could catch her breath.

   Then I got back up on my knees and slid into her asshole from behind. 
The view was as incredible as the sensation of her tight ass swallowing my
cock.  That position really gave me the control to take long, deep strokes
in and out of her.  It was fantastic.  Somehow, though, I still managed not
to come.

   Finally, she had me lie on my back while she rode me with my cock back
in her ass.  She fed me her hard nipples and groaned loudly as she bounced
up and down on top of me.  She was much rougher than I had dared to be,
since I was worried about hurting her.  That intense ass-fucking finally
pushed me over the edge and I howled as my cock erupted deep in her
amazing, gripping ass.  She smiled down at me after she finished shivering
through her own intense orgasm, and then she lay on my chest and kissed me
tenderly.

   "That was even better than my wettest dreams," she whispered.

   The phone rang, causing us both to jump a little.  It was a courtesy
call, letting us know we had fifteen minutes to check-out.  We had to rush
to get cleaned up, packed, and checked out of the hotel.  Mom called
Barbara to let her know when we got back onto the road.  Her bottom was
still recovering, so I was driving.  I managed not to laugh out loud as I
listened to my mother's edited version of our road trip.

   Barbara's voice was just audible, and it oozed relief when she realized
we were alright.  "I am so glad you called," she said, "I had expected you
earlier and was really starting to worry.  People drive like idiots around
here."

   "No, we're fine," Mom said.  "We just left in too much of a hurry.  We
were exhausted before we even reached Atlanta and had to stop for a couple
of hours of sleep.  Paul was such a trooper, driving through the night.  We
finally stopped just north of Orlando and slept in this morning.  We did
take the time to have a really nice breakfast." I bit my lip as she shifted
her hips in her seat.  Her tender bottom made it difficult for her to sit
comfortably after our 'breakfast'.

   "We should be at your place in two hours, depending on traffic," Mom
concluded.  Her eyes suddenly went wide, and she covered the phone. 
"Paul!" she said urgently, "please pull over quick!  I need to use the
bathroom--like now!"

   I heard Barbara's voice as she said, "I'll let you go, then.  See you
soon!"

   From the look on Mom's face, I knew she desperately needed to go, so I
swerved the car into the next exit lane and pulled into the nearest gas
station.  Mom hustled inside, and I sat in the car and waited.  I sipped my
sports drink and my eyes lit on the Wal-Mart bag.  I whistled when I saw
the sexy nightie she had bought.

   Damn.  I cannot wait to see her in that.

   Next, I pulled the empty box the tube of lubricant had occupied.  As I
read the package, I realized why I had lasted so long fucking my mom's
sweet ass.  This particular lube had numbing and relaxing agents added. 
They had certainly done the job--my mother's bottom had managed to
accommodate me nicely once the lube had relaxed her sphincter.  The numbing
quality had kept me just desensitized enough that I had lasted through
several intense moments that would have had me coming otherwise.

   I returned the empty box into the shopping bag and froze when I saw the
home pregnancy test kit.  It had never crossed my mind that pregnancy was a
possibility when I had filled my mother's pussy with semen the day before.
Mom caught me holding the bag and looking pale when she got to the car. 
She gently took the bag and leaned in to kiss me.

   "It's okay, Paul," she assured me softly.  "I'm sure you'll make a
wonderful father."

   She waited five full seconds before adding, "Just not soon."

   She could not help but burst out laughing.  I was not amused, but I was
terribly relieved.  "Oh, you should see your face!" she gasped.  Her hand
squeezed my thigh reassuringly.  "I'm sorry," she said, "I know that wasn't
nice, but I couldn't help it."

   "You'll pay for that later," I growled, biting her bottom lip.  I
checked the rear-view mirror and looked around before backing out of the
parking spot.  Mom reached into my lap and squeezed my dick.

   "I can't wait," she murmured.

   In fact, she could not wait.  Once we were back on the highway, she gave
me another marvelous blowjob.  I know passing truckers got an eyeful of
that action.  She teased me to the brink of orgasm again and again over the
next hour and a half.  We pulled off of the highway at a mostly-empty rest
stop so she could slurp down a load of my semen.  We stretched our legs and
walked around afterward.  Mom's bottom was fully recovered by that time.

   "I think I can drive the last bit from here," she offered.  She then
leaned in and whispered hotly into my ear, "I just wish we had more
privacy. I'd love you to take my ass again, right here."

   I groaned and my freshly-drained cock throbbed in my shorts.  This sexy
woman was insatiable, and I loved that about her.  I reached down to
squeeze her sexy ass on the way back to the car.  A fellow who was watching
his kids play grinned at us when he saw my hand on that shapely bottom. 
Clearly he had no idea that this was my mother, and it gave me a nasty
thrill to imagine his expression if he found out the truth.

   Mommy, you have the most amazing ass and pussy I have ever sunk my cock
into, I thought.  Not to mention your talented, cocksucking mouth, you
wonderful, wonderful woman.

   She turned and smiled at me, as if reading my dirty thoughts.  Her
bottom pressed back into my palm as she craned her neck back and kissed me.
My tongue invaded her mouth, and we stood next to the car kissing until
someone honked from further down the parking lot.

   We laughed as we slid into the car.  For the last half hour of our road
trip, I slid my hand into my mother's shorts and played with her
dripping-wet pussy.  When we pulled onto the street where Barbara lived, I
pulled my hand out of her shorts and made a show of licking my fingers
clean.  We were both smiling until the house came into view, and then
sadness came crashing down on us both.

   We had enjoyed each other so much on this journey that we had managed to
forget its somber purpose.  My father was gone.  We were here to pay our
respects to him and to comfort his forlorn widow.  Barbara came rushing out
of her front door as soon as we pulled up to the curb.  She strode up to my
passenger side window and motioned for me to roll it down.

   "Go ahead and park in the driveway, next to my car," she said as soon as
my window was down.

   It was almost noon, and the moist heat of the south Florida air felt
like a sauna as soon as we stepped from the car.  I was so unaccustomed to
the humidity that I began sweating immediately.  Barbara threw herself into
my arms and clung to me desperately.

   "I'm so glad you're here," she sobbed into my chest.  Her big, soft
breasts mashed against my belly and threatened to arouse my cock again.  It
had only gone soft minutes before when I thought of my departed father.

   My mother came around the car and Barbara released me.  After an awkward
moment, Barbara wrapped my mother in another fierce hug.  Mom's face showed
her surprise, and she held her arms out for a moment before wrapping them
around Barbara's back.  More sobs wracked Barbara's body, and she shook in
my mother's arms.  That sobbing was contagious.  My mother broke down and
the two women cried uncontrollably as they held each other on Barbara's
front lawn.  My own eyes misted up and I had a huge lump in my throat. 
Still, I couldn't help but be aware of the stares we were attracting from
the neighbors.

   I gently led my mom and step-mom into the house.  I returned to the car
and carried our bags and the cooler inside.  Barbara directed me to just
set everything on the dining room table with a wave of her hand.  Her eyes
were still red, but both of them seemed much better after they had let all
of that emotion out.

   "The table is fine," she said, "We can sort that out later.  Right now,
I just want to sit down and catch up with you guys."

   I nodded and set the cooler on the table.  I put mom's travel bag next
to that, and set the shopping bag between them.  My own bag was a bit
heavier and had my dress uniform inside.  I leaned it against the side of
one of the chairs.  I stretched for a moment before joining the two women
on the living room couch.  Mom patted the cushion between them, and I sat
and put an arm over each of their shoulders.  Barbara leaned into my side
with an appreciative sigh, snuggling her head against my shoulder.

   I looked from her to my mother.  Mom didn't look jealous when she looked
at Barbara's face.  She had something going on in her mind, though.  I just
couldn't figure out from her expression what it was.  Barbara turned her
head and smiled up at me.

   "So, tell me about Afghanistan," she prompted.

   There was only so much I could say, since most of it was so classified.
This was not my first time going through it, though, so I recited the
prepared story that told what I was allowed to tell.  I got six minutes
into that story when my mother cut me off with narrowed eyes.

   "Wait a minute," she said.  "That is exactly, word-for-word, what you
said to me the night before last.  Did the Army give you some sort of
prepared speech?"

   "Pretty much," I answered with a shrug.  "Look, you know I'm not allowed
to talk about most of what we did, or where we were," I swallowed the lump
in my throat and added softly, "or any of the guys we lost over there." I
cleared my throat and kept my expression carefully controlled before I went
on.  "I'm telling you what I am allowed to tell you.  None of it is a lie,
but the Army wants us to be consistent when we tell you the parts we can.
Even if I could tell you everything, though, I wouldn't.  Some of that
stuff would give you nightmares.  If you knew everything, you would never
have let me reenlist."

   "Why did you reenlist, then?" Barbara asked.  "If it was so awful and
dangerous, why would you put yourself through that again?"

   "The guys I served with were like brothers to me," I answered without
hesitation.  "There were seven of us in my unit that got to the end of our
first enlistment at around the same time.  We talked about getting out, and
what we would do as civilians.  Then one of the guys, Carlos, said he was
going to reenlist.  At first, we all looked at him like he was nuts. 
Carlos told us he was going to get married.  He planned to use that
reenlistment bonus to set him and his wife up with a better life.

   "Over the next few weeks, we all changed our minds.  We knew we could
trust each other in a way we couldn't trust some raw recruit.  The seven of
us had enough experience that our odds were much better if we stuck
together.  So we all reenlisted.  We were in it together, for each other."

   "So how are Carlos and his...?" Barbara started to ask.  She trailed off
when I shook my head sadly.  I couldn't tell them about it--about the IED
that ripped two of my best friends to shreds--along with two other guys I
never even got the chance to know.  "Oh," she finished when she saw my
expression.  "I'm sorry, Paul."

   "Not your fault," I said softly.  We had tracked down the terrorist
shit-bags responsible for the explosives and ended them.  It didn't bring
my friends back.  "Overall, we did a lot of good over there," I said. 
"There are kids growing up and going to school that wouldn't even be alive
if we hadn't protected them.  There are whole families we saved from
terrorists.  And...well, there are a lot less terrorists." I added that
last bit with a grim smile.

   My mother shivered in my arm.  She had never seen that look on my face
before.  I resolved to never get that look on my face again.  I didn't want
my mother to be afraid of me.  Oh, sure, I knew I could be a scary man.  It
just wasn't something she needed to live with.

   I rubbed both of their backs and gave them my warmest smile.  "Let's
talk about something else, shall we?  Mom, wasn't there something you were
going to tell me about Theresa?"

   The color drained from her face, and her wide eyes landed on Barbara. 
She managed to get that under control almost instantly.  "Oh, I thought I
already told you," she lied, "Theresa and Mike were talking about getting
engaged later this summer."

   I chewed on my lip as I regarded her.  What could my sister have told
her that she couldn't say in front of Barbara?  My sister had stayed with
Barbara and Dad as often as I had, maybe more.  My nose twitched as it
caught that familiar faint scent.  My mother's eyes widened when she saw my
nostrils flare.  Almost imperceptibly, she shook her head.

   The mystery surrounding my sister just got deeper!  I wanted so badly to
find out what was going on, but I knew not to ask questions when I had been
warned.  I smiled at my mother and found a 'softball' question to toss to
her instead.

   "What do you think, Mom?  I have barely met Mike.  Do you think they
make a good couple?"

   She released a relieved breath.  "They are cute together.  Mike is
alright, I guess.  As a mother, I never feel like anyone my kids date can
ever be good enough, though."

   "You're so lucky," Barbara said softly.  I turned to watch another tear
roll down her cheek.  "I wish we had gotten to have kids." Her voice,
already hoarse, dropped to a ragged whisper.  "Now I don't have anybody."

   It was heartbreaking, and that simple, terrible statement made something
snap inside my mother.

   "No!" she said, loudly.  "You're not alone, Barbara, not ever.  You have
us, now.  We're your family." She pulled Barbara across my lap and hugged
her fiercely.  I felt awkward and squashed between them, and managed to
wrap my arms around both women.  That still felt awkward.

   My mother looked up at my face and she gave me a sympathetic smile.  She
gently released Barbara, putting her hands on the younger woman's shoulders
and holding her at arm's length.  "I know what would be good for you," she
said.  "You should sit in Paul's lap and let him hug you.  He's really good
at it, you know?"

   It seemed strange to hear her suggest that.  Still, Barbara did it.  She
slid into my lap and I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her to me. 
She moaned at that touch, and her thick nipples hardened against my chest.
Suddenly, I could smell the aroma of her aroused pussy.  My mother's own
sweet smell got stronger as she watched Barbara wrap her arms around my
neck.

   "You should kiss her, Paul," Mom murmured into my ear.  That shocked me.
I knew that Barbara heard her as clearly as I did.  "She's your mom, too,
Paul.  Show her that you love her."

   In a flash, what went through my mind was that I didn't love this woman.
I had never gotten past the nagging suspicion that she had caused my
parents to break up.  I had tolerated her, for my dad's sake.  She had been
nice enough to me and my sister that it was easy to put up with her.  I
knew that she made Dad happy, and that had counted for a lot.  But love?

   I looked into her eyes, and that moment changed everything.  She looked
so vulnerable, so terrified of rejection.  Her heart had been broken when
my dad died--more than mine had been.  He had been her whole world, and he
was gone.  In that moment, my heart ached for her.  Around the lump that
formed in my throat, I managed to get out the words that changed
everything.

   "I do love you, you know."

   "Oh, Paul," she breathed.  And then she was kissing me.  Not like any
mother ought to kiss her son, either.  This was a hungry, deep,
tongue-hunting-my-tonsils kind of a kiss.  It took my breath away.

   My eyes were still caught up in hers, but my peripheral vision was
focused on my mother.  She was watching us with an aroused and
self-satisfied grin on her face.  This was exactly what she had wanted when
she urged Barbara into my lap.

   "That's so beautiful," she murmured, softly rising from the couch. 
"I'll give you two some privacy." She walked away from us and out the front
door.

   Barbara's eyes went wide, suddenly, when she felt my erection throbbing
beneath her.  She broke off our kiss and leaned back to look into my eyes.
"Paul," she breathed, "do you really...want me?" Her hips slid forward,
pressing her crotch against my throbbing boner.  I nodded slowly.

   "I'm sorry," I whispered.  "I can't help it.  I do want you, Barbara,
very badly."

   "Oh, baby," she growled, kissing me again.  "Don't be sorry.  I want you
too."

   She got up onto her feet and I stood up.  She took my hand and turned,
leading the way.  Both of us were a little unsteady on our feet as we
walked hand-in-hand to her bedroom.  Despite how turned on she was, Barbara
was shy as she unbuttoned her blouse.  She had no reason to be.  Her body
was...

   "Magnificent," I breathed, unable to tear my eyes from her breasts.

   "Thanks," she whispered.  She moaned softly as I leaned in to take her
thick, hard nipple into my mouth.  Her hands squeezed my shoulders.  My
hands found her shorts and began unbuttoning them.  They dropped to the
floor and she stepped out of them as I shifted my hungry mouth to her other
nipple.

   She began to slowly undress me as I worshipped her heaving breasts.  I
stepped out of my shorts and her hand closed on my hard shaft, stroking it
slowly.  Her other hand cupped my chin, and she gently guided my face up to
hers.  She kissed me hungrily one more time and then looked into my eyes.

   "I need you to take me, Paul.  Now."

   "Yes ma'am," I breathed.

   She turned and crawled up onto the bed.  That shapely ass was just too
much to resist and she squealed in surprise when I grabbed her hips and
drove my tongue into her pussy from behind.  It was every bit as delicious
as it had smelled when she had been wiggling in my lap earlier.  She
groaned into the covers and her fingers tangled in the sheets.  Her round
cheeks were soft in my hands as I spread her open.

   After a minute, she managed to wriggle out of my grasp and flipped onto
her back.  I dove between her spread legs and resumed feasting on that
delicious little pussy.  Her fingers slid into my hair and she grabbed hold
of two handfuls, pulling lightly as my lips and tongue worked her over.  I
brought my right hand up to her and used two fingers to spread her open so
that I could drive my tongue in deeper.  Once I had slurped up her juicy
nectar, I slid those two fingers inside her and latched onto her clitoris.

   She screamed, pulling my hair painfully as an intense climax ripped
through her.  I relented and pulled my face from her sensitive pussy, and
she finally released my hair.  I rubbed my scalp and she bit her lip when
she saw the look on my face.

   "I'm so sorry about that," she whispered.  "It was just so intense."

   "It's fine, don't worry about it," I replied with a grin.

   Once again, I sucked her hard nipple into my mouth, this time looking
into her eyes the whole time.  The shaft of my hard cock rested between the
moist lips of her pussy.  After she had recovered and was less sensitive,
she rubbed those wet lips up and down my length.  I kissed her right nipple
after I released it, and leaned back to spread her legs.  I had to watch
when my throbbing cock took her pussy for the first time.

   We both groaned as it spread her open and slid inside.  She was soaked,
and that sweet pussy welcomed me in.  She was surprisingly tight.  That
made me realize that she had not had sex in a long time.  I prepared myself
mentally, to make sure that I made this last as long as possible.  I wanted
this first time to be special for her.

   It was the kind of dumb thing that guys think, I know.  For her, this
had already been incredibly special.  She was sobbing into my neck when I
finally collapsed on top of her and filled her pussy with a load of my
thick cream.  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my mother shift in the
doorway as she pulled her hand out of her shorts.  She had been watching
for some time, and had come when I did.

   I expected her to leave, so I was surprised when she approached the bed
instead.  Of course, Barbara was even more surprised.  I felt her body jerk
beneath me when she saw my mother standing by the bed.  Once again, her
eyes were wide with surprise.  Mom smiled down at us.

   "You two were so beautiful together," she said.  She shook her head and
her smile was beautiful.  "I hope you don't mind, Barbara, but I just had
to see it for myself."

   "You...you don't mind?" Barbara stammered.

   "Of course not," Mom replied, leaning over and rubbing my exposed back
gently.  "I have to admit, I am really turned on right now, just from
watching the two of you.  I love you both, but Paul is my son.  You are his
step-mom." She leaned in, and her voice had heat to it.  "He can put a baby
in you, Barbara."

   My cock lurched inside her, and Barbara groaned, "Oh, God."

   The idea had all three of us turned on.  Barbara seemed a little
embarrassed and shy about Mom watching.  She blushed, and I felt her tight
vaginal walls tightening around me.  She let out a soft little "oh" when
she felt me hardening and lengthening inside her.  She shivered, and her
nipples crinkled up and hardened when I slowly pulled back and then slid my
throbbing length in to the hilt and held it there.

   "You're so lucky, Barbara," my mother breathed.  "I wish I had nice, big
breasts like yours.  Paul must get so hard for you when he sees them." She
reached out her right hand tentatively.  "May I?" she asked.

   Barbara nodded almost imperceptibly, and then my mother's hand tenderly
closed on her breast and gave it a soft squeeze.  She gently played with my
step-mom's nipples and it was impossible for me to tear my eyes from that
sexy sight.  Barbara's breathing quickened and she moaned softly.  Only
then did I realize that I had resumed fucking her.

   It was as if my hips had a mind of their own, driving my cock in and out
of that marvelously tight sheath.  She's your mom, too, Paul, my mother's
words replayed in my mind, show her that you love her.  I groaned softly as
I took her sweet mommy-pussy and filled it with hard cock.  He can put a
baby in you, Barbara.  It was too much for me.  I was thinking of the term
'baby batter' as I filled her pussy with as much of the stuff as my balls
could feed her.

   I looked down at her aroused face, her nipples hard as my mother played
with them, and locked my eyes onto hers.  "I hope you want my baby,
Barbara. I plan to put one in you."

   "Yes!" she cried out.  She wrapped her legs around me tightly, and
pulled me to her for a smoldering kiss.  My mother's hand was trapped
between our bodies and we shook through an amazing, loving climax.

   My mother joined us on the bed, once she could extricate her hand.  She
sat against the headboard and played with her pussy, talking dirty the
whole time she watched us.  Barbara was on her knees facing her while I
plowed her pussy from behind and squeezed and spanked her shapely bottom.
Barbara leaked our mingled fluids the entire time, in a near-constant state
of climax.

   I was so aroused just from the aroma of their wet pussies that I felt
perpetually on the edge of that next shattering orgasm.  I never quite got
there, though.  I was just too drained--physically and emotionally--and was
still exhausted from the past week.  Eventually, I wore poor Barbara out
and we collapsed onto the bed in a sweaty puddle of satiated flesh.

   My mother's wide eyes met mine, and I had to look down to figure out
what had her shaken like that.  Barbara's face was pressed into my mother's
crotch, and her labored breathing and groans were going right into my
mother's aroused pussy.  She blushed and shook as it got her off.  When
Barbara realized where her mouth was, she apologized--right into my
mother's quivering pussy.

   "I'm so sorry, Monica," she moaned softly.  Then she gave the crotch of
my mother's shorts a soft little kiss.  "I'm just too exhausted to move
right now."

   I managed to find the strength to slide my body off of hers, and pulled
her down the bed enough to give her room to breathe.  I looked up at my
mother.  Her face was flushed with her arousal, and her nipples poked out
through her bra and blouse.  I don't think I had seen them that hard
before, even when she had been crying out in orgasm.  She looked
embarrassed as our eyes locked once again.

   I was too tired to do anything other than slump onto my side on the bed.
Darkness closed in and I slept, curled up around Barbara's shapely
backside. I slept on when they got up and gently covered my unconscious
body.  It was dark in the room when I awoke several hours later.  The only
illumination came around the closed bedroom door.  It took me a few minutes
to work out where I was, and my eyes searched around the room until they
settled on the small alarm clock.

   It was ten-thirty.  My stomach growled at me, and I realized I had
awakened when I did because I was famished, not because I was caught up on
my sleep.  I found the switch on the bedside lamp and clicked it on,
planning to dress before leaving the room.  My clothes weren't on the floor
where I expected to see them.  Glancing around, I realized they were gone.

   I quietly opened the bedroom door, and peered down the hallway.  My mom
and step-mom were talking quietly over coffee at the dining room table. 
Our bags and the cooler were gone.  I would have no choice but to ask them
before I could get dressed.  I walked toward them, and my mother saw me. 
There was a twinkle in her eye.

   "Good morning, sleepyhead," she said jokingly.  Barbara turned and
grinned as she looked at me.  Evidently I was the only one uncomfortable
with the fact that I was naked.

   "My clothes have disappeared," I said.  "I was going to get dressed and
see about something to eat, but..." I made a helpless gesture with my
hands.

   It looked like they were going to make a suggestion about what I could
eat, but then my stomach cut loose with a very loud grumble.  They both got
wide-eyed and then they realized how late it was.  They were both
apologetic as Barbara headed into the kitchen to find some food for me, and
Mom led me into the guest bedroom to show me where my clothes were.

   I was ravenous when I finally sat down to eat.  It took me a few minutes
before I realized that I was jamming food into my gullet like some wild
animal.  I sat up and carefully chewed and swallowed the mouthful of food.

   "Sorry," I said, "I was so hungry I forgot where I was." I proceeded to
cut and chew mechanically as I looked back and forth between the two sexy
women.

   I had missed something important while I was sleeping.  Mom and Barbara
were both dying to tell me, but couldn't figure out how to break it to me.
I set down my fork, took a long drink of milk, and then set the glass down.

   "Okay, what did I miss?" I asked, folding my hands in my lap and sitting
still.

   They exchanged a startled look and still could not figure out what to
say.  I turned to Barbara, guessing that they both knew what had happened.
I figured she would appreciate the opportunity.  "Barbara, please tell me
what happened," I said.  She looked at my mom, and she nodded her approval.

   "I came out to help Monica put away your things," she said.  "I picked
up the cooler, and the shopping bag fell open on the table.  I went to pick
it up, and was shocked at what was in there.  It wasn't until I noticed
that the box from that lube was empty that I put it together, though."

   I looked from her to my mother.  Her expression seemed torn between
shame and relief.  I looked back at Barbara and nodded.

   "I was just planning to move your clothes into my bedroom," she
continued softly, "but when I figured out that it would not just be me you
were sleeping with, I figured I shouldn't push my luck."

   "Okay," I said calmly, "that's one less secret between us.  Mom, did you
tell Barbara what is really going on with Theresa?"

   That caught both of them off guard.  Mom sucked in a breath and her eyes
flared open briefly.  She calmed down and looked at both of us.  "No," she
said quietly.  "I am still not sure how to tell you this, Paul.  I
certainly hadn't thought about sharing it with Barbara.  No offense!" That
last was directed at Barbara.  She didn't appear to know whether she should
be offended or not.

   Mom appeared to struggle internally for a while.  Finally she turned to
me and said, "It's about the letter."

   "Theresa saw the letter?" I asked.

   "What letter?" Barbara asked.

   Mom was already on her feet and on her way into the guest room to
retrieve it.  She set the envelope on the table in front of Barbara and
told her what she had told me.

   "I realized two years ago that I had feelings for Paul.  I wrote this
letter for him, but I couldn't bring myself to actually give it to him
until earlier today."

   I resumed eating and we both watched Barbara's face intently while she
read the letter.  When she finished reading, she stood up.  "I think I
would like a glass of wine," she announced.  "Would either of you like
one?"

   That actually sounded good and I said so.  Mom also nodded.  She and
Barbara each quickly drained a half glass before sitting back and sighing.
I finished my late supper and washed it down with a nice long sip of wine.
It was a nice blush, not too fruity, and it went down smoothly without a
bitter aftertaste.

   Barbara spoke up then.  "So, did Theresa find the letter and read it?"

   "No, I wound up giving it to her to read," Mom replied.  "Theresa came
home from the university last year, over the winter break, and she was in
tears.  I asked her what was wrong, and she told me that Mike had proposed
to her.  At the time, they had been dating for three months, and they had
just moved in together.  I could not figure out why she was upset and
crying.  It sounded like that should be good news.

   "'I thought you loved Mike,' I said.  'Did he do something to hurt you?'
'Oh, Mom, it's nothing like that.  Mike is a great guy.  It's just that...I
realized that I love someone else.  I can't marry Mike.'

   "I really had to coax the rest out of her.  She was so adamant that she
could never tell anyone about this dream guy of hers that I figured it out
from the way she described him." She fixed her eyes on me and went on, "He
was tall and strong and kind.  He had been there for her whenever she was
scared or in trouble.  She only realized after he went away just how much
she loved him--how much she needed him.  After that guy, nobody else stood
a chance."

   I swallowed another lump in my throat.  I looked at Barbara, and there
were tears in her eyes.

   "I convinced her not to break up with Mike, but I got up and got the
letter from that secret spot in my closet where I had hidden it a year
before.  I let her read it, and then we knew the truth.  We were in love
with the same man." She reached across the table and entwined her fingers
in mine, squeezing my hand.

   I looked at my mom lovingly and then my eyes went wide when that
bombshell finally hit home.  Theresa felt the same way?  Oh my God!  When
did that happen?  How...then I had that montage playing through my head, of
all the times I had held her in my arms, stood up for her, bandaged her
injured knee, comforted her after her first heartbreak.  I had always loved
my little sister.  I just didn't know if I felt the same way about her that
she did about me.

   I looked at Barbara's tear-streaked face, and knew in that instant that
I would be as unable to resist my lovely sister as I had my mother and
step-mother.  After we finished our wine, both women joined me in Barbara's
bed.  Barbara played with her pussy and moaned while she watched my mother
lovingly suck my cock.  After that, Barbara rode my cock while my mother
sat on my face and I feasted on her heavenly pussy.

   Once I had recovered, Mom lubricated my cock and rode me 'reverse
cowgirl', letting Barbara watch up close as my hard dick filled her tight,
sexy bottom.  When I heard my mother gasp and felt her shaking on top of
me, I knew that Barbara had been unable to resist that sweet pussy.  It was
an intense hour for the three of us, and then we fell asleep.  I had one
sleeping mommy head on each shoulder, and lay there expecting to be awake
for a while.  Instead, I zonked out shortly after they did.

   I did wake up before them in the morning, and carefully extricated
myself from their tangled bodies to make my way to the bathroom.  After
relieving my bladder and washing my hands, I walked out to the dining room
to see that fateful letter still sitting on the table.  I folded it
carefully and put it in the envelope, and then went into the guest room to
stash it in my bag.  I considered putting on fresh clothes, but the ones on
the floor of the other bedroom had scarcely been worn.

   I quietly snuck back in to get dressed, but not quietly enough.  Mom
startled the hell out of me when she reached out and loudly smacked my
bottom.  I turned to find both sexy mommies grinning at me.  It would be
another couple of hours before the three of us were ready to get out of
that wonderful bed to get something to eat.  Solid food, I mean.

   I did the 'porn for women' bit, wearing only an apron as I cooked
breakfast for them.  I would have done it completely nude, but frying bacon
naked...that's dicey at best.  We had a lot of fun, joking with each other
and flirting while we ate.  All three of us barely fit in the bathtub at
the same time, so Barbara stepped out and let us shower first.  She peeked
in around the shower curtain to watch when I pushed Mom up against the tile
tub surround and took her from behind.  After that, it was Barbara's turn.

   We were a bit somber after we had dried each other off.  I wore my dress
uniform, and my moms wore conservative black dresses.  Barbara drove us to
the cemetery and I have to admit to feeling a little shaky as I approached
my father's grave.  Fortunately, years of discipline in that uniform hid my
feelings.  Both women wept openly when I stood to attention, addressing my
father's headstone, and gave him a crisp salute.  After that moment of
respect, I took a knee beside his grave and spoke softly.

   "I don't know if you can hear me, Dad," I said, "but I miss you.  I was
looking forward to visiting with you here for years to come.  I wanted my
kids to know their grandfather.  Mostly, though, I am going to miss our
talks." I looked up and saw that Mom and Barbara were standing a respectful
distance back, giving me this moment of privacy.  Even in those long black
dresses, they were breathtaking.

   "You sure knew how to pick them, Dad," I murmured.  "I had no idea what
an amazing woman Barbara was until yesterday.  I always knew Mom was
amazing.  I promise I will do my best to take care of them for you." A
single tear rolled down my cheek as I read his name on that slab of stone
one more time.  I stood to attention, making sure my dress cap was squared
away before giving him one final salute.  "Wherever you are...I hope you're
happy, sir."

   I turned crisply and marched over to my moms, offering each of them an
arm and walking them back to the car.  As soon as we had driven out of the
cemetery, I caught a familiar whiff in the enclosed vehicle.  I looked at
Barbara, sitting next to me, and then back over my shoulder at Mom in the
back seat.  "Did you...?" I asked.

   I ran my hand up Barbara's leg, under her dress.  She squealed when my
fingers found her pussy.  I then reached back between the seats.  Mom tried
to squirm away, but my hand forced its way between her thighs to find her
wet pussy was likewise unencumbered with panties.  I shook my head and gave
them a stern look of disapproval.

   "I can't believe you two!" I said.  "Not wearing panties to my dad's
grave?  That is so disrespectful!"

   "Oh, come on now," Barbara retorted playfully, "your dad loved it when I
didn't wear panties for him."

   "Same here," my mother chimed in from the back seat.  "He would have
been happy that we showed up like this for him."

   "Hmm," I pursed my lips and looked back and forth between my naughty
mommies.  "I must have inherited that from him, then." I licked my fingers
clean of their combined, tasty juices and grinned afterwards.  They both
shivered when I did that.

   We went out, still dressed that way, to grab lunch at a restaurant.  I
always find it a bit amusing how people react to seeing me in that uniform.
I have a chest full of ribbons and medals, but civilians have no idea what
any of them really represent.  Even older veterans would be guessing at
half of the stuff I had been recognized for doing.  Still, the staff at the
restaurant was very courteous.  Our young waitress was conciliatory when we
mentioned paying respects to my departed father.

   The overpowering aroma of the women around me let me know that they were
all turned on by the sight of me in my uniform.  That included the
waitress, and it made me wonder if she was likewise 'going commando' as she
served the customers their lunch.  That got a little rise out of me.

   An older couple stopped briefly at our table on their way out of the
restaurant.  The gentleman extended his hand and I stood to shake it.  "We
all appreciate your service," he said sincerely.  Around us, several other
customers nodded their approval.

   "You're welcome, sir," I replied, "I was proud to serve our country.  I
did my best to represent you honorably.  I hope you and your lovely wife
have a great day."

   It was a little speech I had worked on over the years.  They ate it up,
beaming at the way it made them feel when I gave them that speech.  I
realized when I sat back down that neither my mother nor Barbara had ever
heard me give that speech before.  Mom leaned over and whispered in my ear,
"I am so fucking wet for you right now." Barbara squeezed my thigh beneath
the tablecloth and nodded her agreement.

   As much as they loved seeing me in that uniform, it was clear they could
not wait to tear it off of me.

   While we waited for our food to arrive, my mother realized that she had
turned off her cell phone and reached into her purse to find her phone and
turn it back on.  Barbara had done the same thing, and she likewise
retrieved her phone.  Both women looked a little alarmed when they saw that
they had missed multiple phone calls and had text messages.  All of them
were from Theresa.

   "I'll call her," Mom said softly, getting up from the table to step
outside for that call.

   I looked over at Barbara, who was reading the text messages.  "Theresa
and Mike evidently showed up at your mom's house unannounced," she said. 
"They freaked out to find the place empty, even though both your cars were
in the driveway.  She called and texted me to ask if I had heard from you
guys lately.  That was an hour ago." She looked up at me and shook her
head. "That must have been right after I turned off my phone.  We weren't
out that long."

   Our food arrived before my mother returned.  Our waitress was joined by
the restaurant manager, who quietly thanked me for my service.  Again I
stood to shake his hand, but I didn't want to use the same prepared speech;
everyone around me had heard it and it would not sound sincere if I said
the same thing again.

   "It was an honor, sir," I murmured softly.  The way his eyes kept mine,
I knew that he was a veteran as well.  We exchanged a respectful nod.  "The
meal is on us," he said quietly.  "Any time you want to come back, you have
earned a discount."

   I nodded and grinned.  "I'll pay for the drinks," I said.  He grinned
back, appreciating that I wasn't taking unfair advantage of his generosity.
I appreciated that he wasn't making a big deal of offering a free meal to a
veteran to garner publicity.

   Mom returned to the table, and the manager nodded respectfully with a
polite "ma'am" before leaving us to our meal.  As we ate, she updated us on
my sister.  "Theresa and Mike are at my house," she said.  "She has a key,
so they were able to get in just fine.  Apparently, though, we left in a
hurry and it looked that way to her.  She worried for a bit when I didn't
answer my phone.  Mike tried to calm her down, but she just kept picturing
the worst-case scenario."

   She took a bite and chewed it for a bit, swallowing and taking a drink
before continuing.  "I told her you would call them after lunch," she said
to Barbara.  "They want to come down and visit, but I didn't want to speak
for you.  It is your house, after all."

   Barbara smiled at her and shook her head.  "I look forward to talking
with her," she said.  She didn't have to say that Mom could have invited
them without offending her, but she appreciated the gesture for what it
was.

   The food was excellent, and I made sure to thank the manager before we
left.  I also got his business card.  We would have to hang out and share
war stories over drinks some time.

   Back at Barbara's house, those hot women were all over me.  They were
not in a hurry to get me out of my uniform; it was quite the turn-on for
them to sit in my lap and make out with me while I was wearing it.  Barbara
sat in my lap first and wiggled her sexy butt on my crotch.  We both
watched my mother strip out of her black dress.  She had not worn anything
beneath it.  Her naked body once again took my breath away.

   She knelt between my legs and pulled out my rampant erection.  She
moaned and sucked it while Barbara gave me another marvelous show.  She had
worn a lacy bra beneath her dress, and she took her time to sexily remove
it.  They loved rubbing their naked bodies against my dress uniform until
one of my medals jabbed Barbara in her right boob.  I kissed the red mark
tenderly, and then stood to give them a show as I slowly removed that
uniform.  They cheered me on and made wolf whistles.  It was great fun.

   We tumbled back into the big bed in Barbara's room.  We made love for
hours that time.  There was no sense of urgency, and we were relaxed in
each other's company.  Barbara urged me to fill Mom's ass with a load of
cum, and Mom shrieked as her orgasm tore through her.  Between my cock in
her asshole and Barbara's mouth on her clitoris, she had "felt like you
were taking me over the moon just then."

   She took her time recovering, and then went into the bathroom while
Barbara and I lay in the bed, kissing and cuddling.  Mom smiled at us and
watched for a bit before sliding into the bed and curling up behind
Barbara. She kissed my step-mom's neck and squeezed her ass while I sucked
Barbara's nipples and teased her pussy.  Finally my mother spoke up.

   "I need to see a doctor, so I can get back on birth control," she said.
"Can you recommend someone, Barbara?"

   "My doctor is good," she replied, "We can probably see her today.  Let
me check."

   She kissed me, and then rolled over and kissed my mother before sliding
out of the bed and grabbing her phone from her dresser.  The three of us
got dressed and went to the doctor's office a half-hour later.  I sat in
the waiting room and read a recent Sports Illustrated cover to cover while
waiting for them.  The doctor had let both women into her office at the
same time.

   After that, we stopped at a pharmacy so that my mother could get her
pills and then we went to a restaurant for dinner.  They had apparently
discussed dinner while they were with the doctor, and had ordered ahead.  I
started to get out of the car, but it was one of those 'curbside to go'
things.  A younger guy brought two big bags full of our food, and we were
on our way back home.

   With the exception of meals, we spent almost all of our time naked in
bed together for that night and the next day.  Barbara groaned when her
phone went off the next evening.  "Could you please answer that for me?"
she gasped to my mother.  Mom nodded and smiled, sliding from the bed to
answer the call.  She understood completely.  Barbara was getting her sweet
ass filled with my fat dick for the first time, and really didn't want to
stop for anything.

   Mom stepped out and closed the door behind her, so that Barbara's moans
and grunts would not be heard over the phone.  After the call, she stopped
just inside the doorway and watched, squeezing one hard nipple while
stroking her clit vigorously.  Once again, she came when I did.  She came
over and stroked Barbara's cheek softly.  "You two looked incredible," she
murmured.  "How do you feel?"

   "Oh my God!  I'm still coming!" Barbara gasped.  My cock lurched and
shot another rope of semen into her tight ass when my mother leaned in and
kissed her hungrily.

   Afterward, Mom announced that Mike and my sister would be arriving
within the hour.  "We probably ought to shower and get dressed before they
get here."

   I toyed with the idea of putting my dress uniform back on, but decided
that would not be fair to Mike.  I put it on a hangar and put the plastic
from the dry cleaners back over it, hanging it in the guest room closet.  I
did give some thought to what I should wear.  Theresa would need some time
alone with Mom and Barbara.  They had a lot to share.  I would need to take
Mike out somewhere while they did that.  I settled on khaki shorts and a
polo shirt, acceptable attire pretty much anywhere in south Florida.

   I had met Mike twice before, although I had barely talked with the guy.
Both times, it had been while I was home on leave, and my attention and
time were taken up with trying to get laid.  While I was getting dressed, I
reflected that I couldn't really picture him at all.  When my sister
arrived with her boyfriend in tow, I wanted to take a good look at the guy,
to get his face clear in my mind.  I did not get that chance then.

   Theresa damn near tackled me on the front lawn as soon as she arrived.
She exploded out of the passenger side of the car and launched herself into
my arms.  I staggered back two steps to regain my balance, and she peppered
my face with kisses.  I hugged her tightly, and she sighed into my neck. 
Then I finally did get a good look at Mike, over her shoulder.

   He wore a wistful smile as he shook his head softly.  Mike was a tall
guy with broad shoulders.  He wore glasses, but they looked sharp on his
angular face.  He had light brown hair shot through with blonde, and I had
to admit he was a good-looking fellow.  I had wanted to extend a warm
welcome to Mike; to shake his hand and let him know that I was a friend. 
Theresa made that impossible.  She wrapped her legs around me and squeezed
me in a full-body hug.  I gave Mike an apologetic smile before turning to
carry my sister into the house.

   I realized that Theresa was shaking once I stepped inside.  The warmth
of her tears on my neck made my own eyes water.  I squeezed her tightly to
me as sobs wracked her body.

   "Hey, it's okay," I murmured softly.

   "I was so scared, Paul," she sobbed.  "I was terrified I would never see
you again."

   Her body slipped down mine just a bit, and I adjusted my arms to hold
her.  My right hand slid down her back, and she let out a little gasp of
surprise when my hand cupped her bottom.  I resumed walking through the
living room.  I heard Mom and Barbara behind me, talking with Mike about
the drive.  Theresa's eyes went wide when she heard Mike's voice.  She
looked at my face and leaned in to kiss me before relaxing her hold and
sliding down my body to set her feet back on the floor.

   I released her with a smile.  "It's good to see you too," I whispered.
She beamed up at me, and we sat together on one of the recliners.  It was a
little distracting, the way she played with my hand the whole time.

   Mike sat between our moms on the couch, and they asked him questions
about the drive, about school, about his family.  Mike seemed to be alright
at the center of their attention, and answered their questions.  He told a
couple of humorous stories about school and his older brother.  It didn't
seem to rattle him when Barbara squeezed his thigh, or when Mom gently
rubbed his shoulder.e

   They like this guy, I realized.  Mike has already proved himself to Mom
and Barbara.  They want to accept him as their son-in-law.  They have been
waiting for me and my sister to give our approval.

   I turned to look at Theresa then.  Obviously, it was all up to her, and
she was the one who had a problem.

   Me.

   I regarded Mike again.  His hands were moving animatedly as he finished
his story.

   "So Charles says to the officer, 'You see, sir, I had nothing to do with
that bank robbery.' And the policeman nods and says, 'That's a great story,
Charles.  Your car's on fire.' Charles turns and, sure enough, his car is
shooting flames out of the trunk.  Eventually the fire department got the
fire out, but that car was toast."

   It was a funny story, and Mike told it well.  I had to laugh, but Mom
and Barbara were in tears from how hard they had been laughing.  Theresa
had a soft smile on her face, which let me know she had heard this story
before.  I was trying to figure out how to invite Mike out without making
it seem too contrived.  Then I realized that it didn't matter.  If he was
going to be family, he deserved a more honest approach.  I cleared my
throat, and extricated myself from Theresa's legs before standing up.

   "Mike, we need to go," I said simply.  "I know you just finished
driving, so would you like to drive or should I?"

   "Where are we going?" he asked as he stood up.

   I shrugged.  "I hadn't worked that out.  Are you hungry?"

   "A little," he admitted, and then he stopped.  I turned and saw what he
did.  All three women were staring at us.

   "You have your cell phone, right?" I asked Mike.  He nodded.  I turned
back to address my sister.  "Give us a call when you're ready for us to
come home.  I promise we won't get too crazy."

   "What if I want to get crazy?" Mike chuckled.  I had to smile at that
lopsided grin.  I closed the front door behind us.

   "Mike, if this goes the way I think it will, there will be all the crazy
the two of us can handle." He stopped and looked at me, and I shrugged. 
"I'm not sure how that's going to work out," I went on, "just trust me, we
need to be ready for anything when they summon us back here."

   "Okay," he said slowly.  "What should we do in the meantime?  I guess we
shouldn't go for a big meal while we're waiting, and it's a little early
for a bar."

   "Do you shoot pool?" I asked.

   "A little," he replied.  "I'm not amazing or anything."

   "Good," I laughed, "neither am I."

   It took longer than we liked for us to find a pool hall.  That was
something that had changed since I went in the service; those used to be
everywhere.  Mike and I each had a beer to wash down a huge pretzel, and we
talked while we knocked pool balls around a table.  We were not good at
getting them into the pockets.

   "Okay, this is a little embarrassing," Mike said with a shake of his
head.  "I used to be better at this, I swear."

   "You and me both, brother," I replied, lining up my next shot.  After
that horrible miss, I glared at the traitorous pool cue in my hand.  Once
again, I looked down the length of the stick while rotating it slowly.  It
looked straight enough; it just didn't shoot straight.  I put it back on
the wall rack and got a new stick.

   "What do you think they're talking about?" Mike asked.  I knew who
"they" were, obviously.  I looked him over carefully and realized that he
was nervous.  In his position, I'm sure I would have been too.

   I walked over and put my hand on his shoulder, giving it a squeeze.  I
hoped the gesture was reassuring.  Before saying anything, I looked around
to make sure nobody was in earshot.  When I spoke, I kept my voice low.

   "I'm pretty sure they are deciding our future.  Mike, I heard that you
proposed to my sister last year.  Can you tell me how that went down?"

   He sighed.  Clearly that was not a pleasant memory.  "I got the ring,"
he started.

   "Do you still have it?" I asked, cutting him off.  He nodded.

   "It's in the glove box of the car," he said.  I nodded.

   "Sorry," I said, "but you might want to have that handy."

   "Really?" his eyes were wide.  Once again, I just nodded.  That had him
reeling--literally.  Once again I put my hand on his shoulder, this time to
steady him.

   "Sorry, man," I said.  "Let's finish this game, and then we can sit out
front and talk for a bit."

   The funny thing was, with his mind completely distracted, Mike ran the
table.  I had to laugh.

   "Shark!" I accused him, laughing.  "You were going to sucker me into
putting money on the game, weren't you?"

   He saw I was kidding, and laughed along.  We gathered up the balls and
returned them to the bar, taking our beers onto the front porch of the
place.  It was set up for the cigarette smokers, and nobody questioned us
sitting there with our beers.  Mike took a long swig and looked at me.

   "You know your sister is crazy about you," he said softly.  "I
understand why, from everything she has told me.  It's not that I'm
jealous, I just wish..." His eyes were a little distant.  Clearly, this was
something he had thought about quite a bit.  "I wish I could have known you
guys when we were younger.  Then maybe I could have been her hero."

   "It's not too late for that," I answered.  I took a sip of my beer
before I went on.  "You can still be her hero, but then she'll have two. 
Can you live with that?"

   He looked at me for a long moment before he answered.  "I love your
sister, Paul.  Do you really think I can be her hero?  I don't think I
could do what you did, join the Army--"

   "Oh, don't you dare!" I cut him off.  "You will be her hero because you
don't join the Army and abandon her.  We all loved our dad, but he was gone
more often than he was around.  I became her hero in his absence.  It never
occurred to me until I was gone that I was following in my dad's footsteps,
that way.  I'm back from that world, Mike, and I don't plan to make the
same mistake again.  If you marry my sister and join our family, you have
to know all of that."

   He nodded, letting me know that he understood.  We finished our beers
and took the bottles back inside.  We were contemplating having another
when Mike's phone went off.  He looked apprehensive when he answered it.  I
grinned and gave him a thumbs-up, which earned me a smile.

   Hell, I liked Mike.  I was rooting for the guy.  He was smart, he was
fun, and he loved my sister.  If this worked out, he would be the younger
brother I never had.  As a result, I was nervous for him when we got back
to the house.  I popped open the glove box and found the box with the ring
in it.  When I handed it to him, the symbolism wasn't lost on either of us.

   "You should put that in your pocket," I instructed.  He licked his lips
nervously and slid the little black box into the pocket of his shorts.  I
couldn't help but be a jackass, then.  "And you should fix your hair, it
looks like shit."

   He almost yanked the rearview mirror off, pulling it over to look at his
hair.  His eyes were wild until he saw my face.  Then they narrowed. 
"You're an asshole," he accused.

   I laughed, and then leaned over to give him a hug.  "Welcome to the
family, Mike," I said.  I clapped my right hand in the middle of his back,
and heard him cough out a "thanks" before we got out of the car and marched
up to the house.

   Mike wound up holding onto that ring for a while before he needed it.

   Theresa was starry-eyed and that look was entirely for me.  Mike and I
exchanged a look and a shrug, and he wandered out to the kitchen to help
the moms with lunch.  Theresa missed it, but I watched as both women
embraced him.  I hadn't prepared him for that.  I wasn't really prepared
either, when Theresa fiercely gripped my hand and led me into the guest
room.  I gulped when she locked the door behind us.

   "Mom said she finally gave you the letter," she breathed.  "And she told
you that I feel the same way."

   I nodded, taking in the obvious arousal emanating from my sister.  I
wished that I had either gone with a soda or brushed my teeth.  I didn't
want to smell and taste like beer for this important moment.  Theresa
didn't seem to care when her tongue entered my mouth.  She was frantic at
first, and I knew I needed to calm her down.  This was too important to
rush.  I put my arms on her shoulders and pushed her to arm's length.

   "Let me see you," I breathed.  Her eyes were on fire.  She nodded and
her hands flew to unbutton her blouse.  "Take your time," I added, and she
nodded again.  I pulled my own shirt off over my head and set it next to me
when I sat on the bed.

   I watched my sister remove her blouse.  She was shy when she unclasped
her bra and dropped it to the floor.  Her nipples stood out proudly from
those mouth-watering globes.  "Perfect," I whispered to her.  She blushed,
but her smile was dazzling.  She dropped her shorts, and then slid into my
lap once again.  The crotch of her thong was visibly drenched and the aroma
was sensational.  I devoured her breasts and listened to her sexy moans
while she dry-humped my cock through my shorts.

   As much as I wanted to take my time, this moment had been years in the
making and she had very little patience.  Theresa urgently unbuckled my
belt and unbuttoned my shorts.  I lifted my hips and slid the shorts and
boxers down.  Before I could even get them off, she had pulled her panties
to the side and slid my hard cock up into her juicy pussy.

   "Hey!" I got out, before she locked tongues with me once again and
hungrily fucked my cock.  My sister's pussy was incredibly tight, almost as
tight as Barbara's ass had been just hours earlier.  She looked so damned
sexy, writhing on top of me like that.  We broke off the kiss and both
sucked in air, and then she pushed me onto my back.

   Theresa looked incredible as she rode me, her breasts bouncing in time
with her urgent thrusts up and down.  She looked even more amazing when
that first orgasm ripped through her body.  I was a little worried that her
passionate cries would bring Mike running to investigate.

   Now, my sister is very petite, right around five feet tall with her
shoes on.  I was always able to lift her easily.  She groaned softly in
protest when I lifted her off of my lap.  I was able to kick my shorts and
boxers off, and then I turned on the bed and pulled my sister's tasty pussy
to my hungry mouth.  I loved looking up at her naked body while I ate her,
and her expression had my cock throbbing behind her sexy bottom.  She shook
through a second climax and then weakly pressed on my forehead until I
released her.

   "Damn," she hissed, "you are even better at that than I dreamed." She
was shaking as she pulled her thong down her shapely legs.

   I rolled onto my side and renewed my oral assault on that sweet pussy. I
was delighted at the way she moaned around the head of my cock.  Once
again, we were urgent as we slurped on each other noisily.  She choked on
me slightly and had to pull her head back when I buried my tongue inside
her.  My hands seized her tight little buttocks and I drove her into my
face and fucked her with my tongue.

   After that intense session, she rolled away off the bed to escape my
ravenous mouth.  She leaned on the side of the bed and panted for a bit
before she could speak.

   "Dammit," she groaned, "I was supposed to be the one getting you off,
Paul.  My mouth and pussy were supposed to be irresistible, and you..." She
shook her head.  I understood; she had fantasized about this for years, and
it wasn't going the way she thought it would.

   I rolled over and slid out of the bed.  Theresa squealed when I grabbed
her up and tossed her onto the bed.  My hands closed on her ankles and
spread her legs wide open as I crawled up between them.

   "You've been teasing me with this sweet little pussy for years," I
growled at her, "and now I'm going to take it!"

   "Yes!" she cried, as my cock thrust into her.

   I wasn't gentle with her, but she didn't want gentle.  She wanted me to
take her violently, and I did.  Her lacy little ankle socks shook crazily
in the air as I pounded her pussy.  Again and again she cried out in
orgasm. She looked irresistibly sexy, and then it was my turn.  I buried my
cock in her and groaned as my balls clenched up.  I came hard in my
sister's tight pussy, loving the way it squeezed and milked my shaft.

   "That was more like it," she sighed.  Her eyes were filled with
happiness.  I leaned down to kiss her, and slowly pumped my hips as more
and more semen flowed into her.  My head shook involuntarily as the last
few pulses left my balls.  "I love that," she whispered.

   I slid to my side next to her.  "You love what?  Me shaking helplessly
as that amazing pussy of yours drains me?"

   "Exactly," she grinned.

   "Good," I said, leaning over to kiss her breast, "because I love it
too."

   Then it occurred to me that we had been pretty loud.  Mike should have
broken down the door to check on Theresa when he heard her crying out.  My
brow furrowed.  What was going on out there?  Now that we were being quiet,
I thought I heard moaning coming from the other side of that locked door.

   "Theresa," I said quietly, "What about Mike?  Do you love him?"

   "I do," she replied slowly.  She reached over to cup my face.  "It's
just that I have always wanted...this." She leaned in and kissed me.  I
kissed her right back.

   "I never really got to know Mike before today," I said after that
lingering kiss.  "I like the guy.  We should go check on him, you know."

   Theresa was reluctant to get out of the bed, but she followed my lead.
We dressed and stepped out of the guest room, and the moans coming from
Barbara's room were clearly audible as we walked quietly to that doorway.

   "Mom?  Mike?!?" Theresa gasped.  The scene that I expected to see had my
sister shocked.

   Mike was kneeling in the bed behind our mother, pumping in and out of
her from behind.  They were facing us, as was Barbara.  She was behind Mike
on the bed, pressing her breasts into his back and rubbing his chest while
whispering into his ear.  I turned to my sister as I unzipped my shorts.

   "It looks like Mike will fit right into this family," I said.  I pulled
out my dick, still glazed with my cum and Theresa's pussy juice, and fed it
to my mother's eager mouth.

   Mike had slowed his stroking hips, but never quite stopped.  I grinned
at him in encouragement, and he resumed giving Mom's pussy the cock she
needed.  I pulled Theresa to my side so she could watch.

   "It's really up to you, sis," I continued in a conversational tone as I
began face-fucking Mom.  "Either you can marry Mike, or he'll wind up
marrying Mom.  Will he be your husband...or your step-dad when he fucks you
and gets you pregnant?"

   They all heard me, and they all looked at me like they couldn't believe
I had said such a thing.  Nor could they believe how turned on they were at
the idea.  Mike shook as he filled my mother's hungry pussy with a load of
cum.  She inhaled my cock to the root and moaned loudly around it before
pulling her head back to announce what we had all seen.

   "Mike's coming inside me!" she gasped.  My cock had been cleaned
thoroughly, and my mom's eyes lit on my sister's.  "You still have a load
of Paul's sperm in your pussy, don't you?"

   Theresa nodded, and then she gasped when our mother began to strip off
my sister's shorts.  Before she could form a real protest, Theresa was on
her back with her legs spread wide.  Mom was hungrily slurping that load
out of her.  Theresa shook and groaned as her pussy was drained.  Then Mom
lowered her hips onto my sister's face and began feeding her Mike's cream
from her freshly-fucked pussy.

   Mike and I watched that hot scene unfold from opposite ends of Barbara.
My step-mom eagerly slurped Mike's messy cock into her mouth as I fed mine
into her horny pussy from behind.  Mike's legs shook noticeably when
Barbara picked up speed on his shaft.  I slid out of Barbara and had her
turn around, "Mike's legs are going to give out," I said.  "Mike, you get
over here, and I'll take that spot."

   "Okay," he said.  He moaned as Barbara buried her face in his lap.  I
held her hips steady as I fed my cock into her wet pussy once again.

   "One thing is for sure," I muttered, "we're going to need a bigger bed."

   * * *

   We wound up getting two massive super-king-sized beds to go in the much
bigger bedrooms of our new house.  It was in a state none of us had lived
in before, so it didn't draw unwanted attention when I married my father's
widow.  Just as we had done for Theresa on her wedding night, Barbara got
to be the epicenter of all the sex the night of our wedding.eMike and I
took turns filling her mouth, pussy and asshole with our hard cocks, while
Mom and Theresa worshipped her hard nipples, stroked and kissed her body,
or slurped a fresh batch of cum out of her pussy or ass.

   On the next anniversary of my parents' wedding, it was Mom's turn at the
center of attention.  Her favorite was when I fucked her ass while she
sucked Mike off, with Theresa licking her pussy.  Barbara spread Mike's ass
and she drove her tongue up inside him until he exploded in Mom's mouth. 
That was too much visual stimulation to go along with my mother's
incredible, tight asshole.  I unloaded inside her with a loud series of
grunts, and she moaned and swallowed while my sister feasted on her flowing
nectar.

   The insurance companies had eventually paid a lot of money for my dad's
fatal accident.  His life insurance came first, and then the insurance
companies of the other two big-rig drivers had settled with the family.  We
had sold my mom's old house, as well as Barbara's.  None of us needed to
work, and every day we had as much sex as we could manage.

   * * *

   We were pretty careful so that I would not get my mother or sister
pregnant, but it is still possible that at least one of my sister's kids is
mine.  Mom's little boy, my youngest brother, is the spitting image of
Mike. Barbara had four children, and we're pretty sure all of them are
mine. Not that it matters, really, since all of the kids are healthy.

   We all love all of those kids and take care of them equally.  It boggles
my mind to think about it sometimes.  So often in my own childhood, I only
had Mom to look to for advice.  These kids have three moms and two dads
available any time they need help.  I just hope we don't mess them up too
badly by loving them too much.

   Well, that and the "I've got three moms and two dads" thing when they
get to school.  That could be an issue.  For now, though, we are all one
big, blissfully happy family.
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