Incest/Taboo A Small Apartment vs. A Hot Mother

All characters are over 18+
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Hello, whomever might be reading this. My name is Samuel Goodwater, I'm eighteen and this is my story about how I fucked my mother and my slutty stepmother and a few of my mother's neighbors. Now, I know, whoever finds this might find this, may be a little grossed out or annoyed at me or just down right despise me. Yet this is the truth as best as I can recall. You have to understand this all happened so fast I might have missed a few details.

"You're moving in with your mother and that's final!" My father said angrily as he stood in my doorway. I knew this was because of his new wife, she and I never really got along. I felt she was to in it for the money my father was making, and also, because I've caught the numerous times strange men fled our home. I've told my father of this, yet when it came to my stepmother he was blind, deaf and stupid. Little did she know my father wasn't stupid no matter how much he acted like it. He knew if she did she would get nothing from the divorce.

"Why?!" I asked for the thousandth time.

"Because I say so!" My father said as if that was the end all be all way to end an argument, "If you don't then you can forget about me paying for that damn college you just had to get accepted into," he threatened. I just sat there with my jaw hanging open. I just couldn't believe my father would just used my quest for higher learning against me, and after everything I've done to help him in his business. That he would treat his own son as he did like the employees at his law firm. "I don't see why you have to be difficult Samuel? It's only for the summer until you go to college. I'm sure the months will fly by before you know it. Now I except your bags to be packed in an hour," he said closing my bedroom door behind him.

"Oh, is little Sammy going somewhere?!" Melody--my stepmother--said sarcastically behind me as I packed my bags. I knew the only thing I could take were my clothes due to the size of my mother's apartment. She would never tell me why she chose to live there, yet it wasn't until I found the papers of their divorce in my fathers study a few years ago about how he had screwed her out of paying alimony. However, if I remembered correctly that would all go away should I go reside with her. How a wicked smile spread across my lips at the thought of my father having to part with his much coveted dollars. "Hey I'm talking to you!" Melody's nagging voice shrieked behind me.

"Why are you even here? Thinking of turning my room into one of your sex rooms for those men that flee the moment they cum in that wrung out cunt of yours?!" I anticipated the slap and I wasn't disappointed either. I rolled my tongue along my stinging cheek as my stepmother narrowed her eyes dangerously. Now I wasn't one to hit a woman ever, but she made it very tempting to break that vow.

"Dont you ever speak to me like that!" Melody seethed. Her chest heaved showing off those perfectly fake breasts of hers. "I'm your stepmother! You should treat me as such!" she said with authority.

"Oh, how shall I speak to you whore?" Again another slap which again I wasn't surprised by. I knew everything about her was fake: her tits, her lips, her flat stomach, her personality. That was all because of my father well except the personality that was all her. I looked to my closed bedroom door. I knew given the size of the house, and how my father's study was nearly sound proof--which he was constantly in when he was home--has never once heard our yelling matches.

"When you stop spreading your legs to every man in town then I might, and I say might speak to you in such a manner; or you could just drop to your knees and suck my cock like you did for the neighbor two days ago," I said matching her gaze. We have had this constant battle going on between us for the past three years. Now it would seem Melody just couldn't resist rubbing it in. "Wait. Strike that. I'm not going to give you that pleasure. You'll go to your grave knowing at least one man in this town never had his cock between your lips," I said smugly. Now I might not have all that great experience with sex seeing how I've dedicated my teenage years of getting away from my overbearing father and his whorish wife. I did, however, know what a blow job felt like but that's as far as I ever got.

I just stood there waiting for her answer. Yet all Melody could do is glance from my face down to my cock. If I had to guess the woman was seriously thinking about stuffing her mouth with my cock.

"Hmph!" Melody snorted in annoyance.

"What surprised by the fact that someone doesn't want to shove their dick up that cunt of yours?" I asked as she opened the door.

"I wouldn't suck that tiny cock if it was the last one on earth!" Melody growled as she peered over her left shoulder.

"Tiny?!" I asked. Well, I normally don't go around whipping out my cock to everyone. Yet I made a special case for her. I knew when I hit puberty that my cock wasn't normal. Not that I'm complaining. A eight inch cock does turn some heads, if you know what I mean. "Now you tell me if this is tiny," I said thrusting my zipper open. I so was enjoying this as I reached in, taking my semi-hard cock in hand and presenting that growing rod to her. "Look all you want you'll never taste this cock," I tanuted as I stroked it to it's fullest. I watched as her eyes went wide in shock. The way she licked her lips as she watched my cock twitch. I mean Melody does have a body that would make any man hard. But to me well I truly had no desire to fuck her. So when I say this you'll understand. In an instant Melody was on my cock sucking it down like it was her lifeline. I stood there in shock I didn't really think she would call my bluff.

I just stood there my mind just wouldn't function as my stepmother slurped on my cock. The way her lips wrapped around my shaft. The way her tongue teased my head as she sucked on the tip. To the noise of her own sex as she played with herself as she took my cock to its root.

"Well, fuck," I said to myself as those green eyes of hers looked up at me as her cheeks sucked in. "That's not how you suck a cock," I said taking the back of her head. I thought well since it's already in there might as well make good use of it. If I had to guess as I facefucked my stepmother. She was getting off on me shoving my cock down her throat.

The way those eyes pleaded with me for more. How her high pitched squeal resounded from around my cock. I knew that sound anywhere she had just came. "What a dirty woman you are getting off with your stepson's cock deep in your throat," I said smiling wickedly. Yet I didn't give her time to answer as I rapidly thrust my rod in and out of that mouth of hers. God. The look in her eyes as my hard member filled that mouth of hers. I knew without a doubt she wanted me to bend her over and stick my cock up her hot wet cunt. Yet she might have called my bluff about sucking my cock, that didn't necessarily mean I was going to fuck her.

"You're just a little slut sucking my cock like that, aren't you?" I asked devilishly. I nearly blew my load as she nodded on my rod. "You want to drink down your stepson's hot cum?"

"Mmmhmm." Melody voiced her agreement.

"Well, your wish is about to be granted," I groaned as I held her head as my cock poked the back of her mouth. The squeal I heard coming from her as I erupted. How my lips curved into a cruel smile as she gagged on my cum. Yet I didn't see anger in those eyes of hers as my cock left her lips. I saw the hunger in those green eyes as her fingers left her wet spent cunt.

"Samuel, why didn't you tell me you had such a big cock?!" Melody pouted at the lost time she had missed out on being fuck by it. "I know I haven't been good to you but come on and fuck me! I know you want to," she said her hand working my cock trying to get it up again.

"Samuel, it's time to go!" My father called out saving me the trouble of having to tell her to fuck off. While her mouth felt fantastic engulfing my cock, I so wasn't about to fuck her. Little did I know what would happen weeks later that would force my hand.

"Well, I do hope my cock haunts your dreams," I laughed maniacally as I left her on her knees.

Now I know I haven't described my father or my stepmother. I thought it was best to give you a quick rundown of what had transpired to cause me to move into my mother's place. Now my mother is what you would call a loner mostly. If she wasn't at her catering job that she had start from the ground up, or at the gym she always used. Then she was at her apartment which I normally visited when I had the time. So I knew how tight it was going to be for us. My mother always told me she enjoyed working out and how she looked. Although, I knew she did enjoy the looks men gave her. She didn't do it so much to get attention more so for her own confidence. Being at the age of thirty-six having given birth to me at eighteen, no one would think she was a mother given how fit she was. My father liked his women young, given my stepmother's age compared to my father's that was pretty evident. When my mother hit thirty-three my father gave her the boot and brought in a much younger twenty-eight-year old woman. How my mother nearly took my father's head off. Not that I can blame her. I think any woman would do that.

You see since my parents separated, we have always talked everyday mostly at night, however, we would always text during the day. So me and my mother had a stable relationship compared to my father. While her place was small, I was kind of glad of being out of that house. I knew at this time of the day my mother would be sunbathing at the community pool that the whole complex took part in maintaining. I always did enjoy the summers there; and what eighteen-year-old guy wouldn't give to have every single forty something women chasing after you, hmm? Now you can lie to me all you want, but I know the truth.

You whomever you are would so whip out your cock at that age just at the hint of a blow job. Hey, I'm not judging you. As you will see that's the exact same thing I did. So as I was saying, I was excited as my father's Mercedes's rolled to a stop. There she was Ms. Pasternak. God. The times if jacked off to that woman: thinking of her lips, her enormous tits, those wet pussy lips wrapped around my cock. I could already feel myself growing hard as I grabbed my bags from the trunk as my eyes fell upon her as she sunbathed at the far end of the pool. How her pink top strained to contain those voluptuous beasts.

Then there was my mother--her name is Maurice Henderson--basking in the sun in her red two piece suit. Who reclined on the lounger next to Ms. Pasternak. While my mother's breasts might have been dwarfed by the woman next to her. They weren't anything to balk at either. Once I had found my mother hanging up her delicate's to dry, being the nosy preteen I found out my mother was a 32C cup. In my opinion they were and are the perfect size. Not too big to be wasteful and not too small to leave a man wanting, but that's just me though. My mother rose leaning on her arm at the sound of the trunk closing.

"Sammy!" My mother squealed in joy jumping up from her seat, the gate to the pool banging behind her as those tone legs of hers propelled her forward.

"Hmph!" I groaned as my mother threw herself at me. "Hi, mom," I said hugging her the best I could with my loaded down arms.

"Maurice, we'll discuss that tomorrow," my father said sticking his head out the window of his car.

"Whatever Dick." I kept my chuckle to myself at the nickname for Richard. Me and my mother knew how much he hated it, given how his greying eyebrow twitched. "You can leave," she said waving him off. "I finally get you all to myself," my mother cooed pulling me once again into a warm hug as my father drove away. I had to pivot my hips away from her, so she wouldn't feel my growing bulge, or so I hoped. It wasn't until I was seventeen that I learned why my mother had chosen to live in that apartment complex.

The company that oversaw it made it for women only, they occasionally made the exception for a gay man, but it was mainly for women. It was their hope that catering only to female cliental. That the women living there would feel safe and secure. However, they were okay with the children of said residents living with them too. So now you know why I normally walked around with a hard-on while I lived there. "Come. Let's get you settled," my mother said smiling warmly at me. My mother had this genuine smile that could melt anyone's cold heart. Those lush lips of hers had been many of my friends wet dreams. They constantly told me about it whether or not I wanted to hear about it. Her honey brown hair glistened the warm sunlight. Those caring brown eyes of hers could always ease away my sorrows.

"Hello Sam," Ms. Pasternak said lewdly as she leaned over the waist high fence that surrounded the pool as my mother lead me to her apartment. My eyes couldn't look away as she gave me a preview of how my cock would look like gliding through those soft mounds of pillowy flesh. Her hazel eyes dipped low noticing my ever growing bulge. "I heard you'd be moving in. I do love having a man beneath me," she said winking at me, sucking on her lower lip as she saw my cock twitched at her remark.

"It's good to see you again Ms. Pasternak," I said which I genuinely was pleased to see her. I mean who wouldn't be when a hot ass woman is just presenting herself like that.

"How many times do I have to say it young man," she said in a tsk tsk voice, "to call me Joan," she said her hazel eyes flashed mischievously. "Mmm...I think something is needing your attention," Joan said pointing at the tent in my shorts, "or if you like," she said looking to her left as my mother neared her apartment door. "I'd be more than happy to take care of it for you," Joan said wantonly tugging on the bikini string of her top causing her right breast to jingle.

"Sammy! Come on!" my mother called out to me. I just couldn't understand why my tongue was tied when Joan was all the more than willing to suck me off. How I berated myself in my head as I walked into my mother's apartment. "Well, I know there's not much space, but why don't you set your stuff down and come join us for a swim," my mother said, pointing to the space between the couch and the wall where I could store my things.

"Sure!" I replied a little bit to eagerly causing my mother to arch an eyebrow.

"Well, don't take too long, or we might start without you," my mother said as she closed the door. I tossed my bags onto the couch, dug through the contents for my swim trunks. While I might not have the bulk of a weightlifter. I do, however, have a well-defined body due to the years I played lacrosse. Though I did stop playing for my school this year to focus on my grades. Yet I kept up the workout I normally did when I played. However, as I looked down, I knew I had to take care of something first. Dashing into my mother's bathroom, kicking off my tennis shoes, sighing as my shorts and underwear fell to my ankles. I know most people don't do this, but as my cock throbbed painfully, I just couldn't wait any longer. There I stood at my mother's sink jerking off thinking of Joan servicing my rod, me standing behind her thrusting into that hot mound as she leaned over the fence. So there I was stroking my cock, my pre-cum dribbling out from my head as I thought about those sweet folds. When all of the sudden the bathroom door flings open.

"Samuel!" my mother screeched beside me. To my horror that was the same moment I was nearing my orgasm.

"Mom!" I yelped in surprise, yet what happened next would forever be engrained into my mind. I watched as my spunk shot forth splattering across my mother's breasts and her stomach.

"Oh god! Oh god!" my mother said frantically staring down at her cum covered body and to my deflating cock. "I'm so sorry!" she said slamming the door closed as the remainder of my cum dripped down onto the floor.

"Fuck! What just happened?!" I asked myself as I cleaned off my cock and put on my swim trunks. "You just came on your mom's tits that's what idiot. Why didn't you lock the door, moron!" my inner self growled in my head. Yet the sight of my mother covered in my sperm wouldn't leave my mind. I could feel my rod starting to stiffen once again at the thought. "Dude! That's your mom!" my inner light screamed at me. "But did you see her?! She was so hot covered in our spunk!" my little demon said overpowering my common sense.

"Mom?!" I called out as I stuck my head out of the bathroom. The door to her room was open, it seemed no one was in the apartment. I released a sigh at least I didn't have to have that conversation yet. But I knew it would be coming. Sighing once again as I adjusted myself before opening the apartment door.

"Oh, come to join us Sammy?" Joan asked her tongue ran along her upper lip. I glanced over at my mother who looked away red faced. She still had the same suit on, yet I could tell were my cum had landed. To me it kind of looked like she ran a finger through the spots that marred her top instead of a towel or something. God. Why couldn't I get my mother's image out of my head? I knew I had to as I felt myself starting to stiffen.

"Yeah, I thought I take a dip before lunch," I said smiling at Joan.

"Good. Then you wouldn't mind applying some suntan lotion to my back?" Joan asked as she rolled over. I could feel my rod growing down my leg as her breasts were squeezed out of the sides of her top as she rested face down on the lounger. "Now you make sure you apply a good layer onto me," Joan said handing me the bottle with her left and while her right untied her top. The bottle nearly jetted out of my hand as Joan had sneakily stuck her hand up my short's leg. I swallowed hard as her hand wrapped around my shaft as I applied the lotion to her back.

I couldn't believe it. Joan was essentially jacking me off in front of my mother. If she knew what was going on, she didn't show it. Then again, the dark sunglasses she was wearing made it hard for me to see her eyes. When I was done with her back Joan directed me to do the same to her legs and her ass. "Now don't you forget those thighs need some lotion too," Joan said dropping her in your face innuendo, all the while her hand was quickly becoming coated in my pre-cum. It took all my will not to lose my load right then and there. Yet as I looked up, I saw my mother looking at the movement in my shorts before quickly looking away.

"T-there all done," I said as best as I could with Joan's hand firmly squeezing my cock, giving her ass one last squeeze. At that point I didn't care if my mother saw it. I was at the point of no return and my cum was threatening to tip me over.

"Shame and I was starting to enjoy it," Joan said smirking at me.

"Sam...honey you wouldn't mind doing the same for me, would you?" my mother asked as Joan slid her hand out of my shorts. "I don't want to burn in this heat," she said as I tried to steady my voice.

"S-sure Mom," I said nodding. I wondered what else could happen today: first it was me facefucking my stepmother, then it was me cumming all over my mother's chest, now being jacked off in front of my mother. "Why don't you go ahead and get comfortable," I told her as my Adams Apple bobbed as I watched as Joan licked her hand clean.

"We have to do this again Sam," Joan said rolling slightly to her right exposing her left breast to me. In all my horny years I never seen something so glorious at that moment then Joan's tit. The tit I have dreamt about, masturbated to, done numerous dirty things to in my mind. Now after so long I finally got to see it in its full glory. "However, next time how about something more hot and wet wrapped around it, hmm?" Joan asked whispering low. How those hazel eyes flared like a panther stalking its prey as my cock lurched at the idea. "Excellent. I can't wait," she said smiling devilishly as I reached for the bottle of lotion.

"So...how was school? Are you ready for college?" my mother asked turned her head to the left as I sat down beside her. I hoped she couldn't see how hard I was.

"Oh, it was alright," I said squirting a blob of lotion onto my hand, "as ready as I can be Mom," I said trying to keep my cock from flinching as I applied the lotion to her smooth skin. My breath went still as I felt a small hand in my pants. Those fingers felt wonderful around my swollen cock. The need to cum apparent on my face as I looked down to find it was my mother jacking me off.

"Relax," she mouthed, "you need this," she whispered as her hand ran down the length of my shaft. As I continued to work down her back, I could tell her breathing had changed. "Lower, my legs will burn if you don't treat them too."

"Was my own mother getting aroused at jacking off her own son?" I asked myself as my hands worked down her left leg. My fingers accidentally skimmed along her labia. The soft erotic moan I heard that escaped her lips made my cock swell as her thumb kneaded my head. As I looked down between her legs, I saw the material of her bottoms getting darker. I was flabbergasted that my mom was getting wet. What was I to do with this information? I pondered that question as I worked my way up her right leg.

The hard squeezing of my cock brought my attention back to my mother's face. "Don't you cum yet," she whispered low, "you have something else to work." My eyes went wide as my mother lifted her hips up slightly pulling aside her bottoms exposing the most perfect cunt I have ever seen. 'This wasn't what a woman my mother's age pussy looks like,' I thought to myself as I recounted all the porn stars I've watched, whose pussies in my opinion kind of looked like roast beef. No. It appeared as if it was that of a teenagers. "Go on. It's only fair you get me off too." I could tell even with the dark sunglasses she was staring intently at me. "You have done this to a girl before haven't you?" my mother asked I shook my head. The smile I saw on her lips chilled me to the core. "Here. Let mama help you," she said reaching down taking hold of my greasy hand. Taking two of my fingers showing me how to play with her as her other hand kept me from blowing my load. Watching as my mother nodded as my middle and index finger slipped inside her hot tight hole.

"Faster!" She mouthed as her hand went back to work on my cock. I was at a loss for words at that moment. I thought the day couldn't get any stranger than it already had, but it appeared I was wrong. God. I don't think I can accurately describe how my mother's canal felt like. It was hot, wet, tight, yet soft as those folds hugged my exploring fingers. I had no clue what I was doing but my mother seemed to enjoy it. So I kept on until I found this weird odd patch it felt vastly different than the rest of her canal. My newly waken brain needed to know what was it that I found. It needed to know everything about that small round patch. That was when I noticed my mother's body had stilled as I was in the mitts of rubbing that small patch. "Don't stop!" she growled at me, "I was almost there," she bemoaned. I looked over at Joan who was looking the other way wondering why she wasn't saying anything. It was oblivious what I was doing to my mother. I hoped she was asleep. "Come on baby. Make your mom cum on those fingers," my mother moaned like a sex starved woman.

I shrugged my shoulders knowing I was already in too deep to stop now. Plus I really needed to cum and the only way that was going to happen was getting my mother off. There I was three knuckles deep in my mother's cunt, my hand becoming soaked in her hot juices. Mind you this wasn't how I thought moving in with my mother was going to go.

"Mom! I'm going to cum!" I whispered low, so Joan wouldn't hear if she was indeed listening to us. My mother did something I thought she would never do. She rolled over exposing those still perky breasts to me. I'm not ashamed to admit I still drool over those tits of hers. She pushed my short leg up to my hip showing the world my raging hard-on. My heart hammered in my chest as my mother's lips neared the head of my cock. How those brown eyes of hers looked up at me as my head inched into her mouth. My nerves were on fire as my mother rolled her tongue across my head. My body shuddered as I felt my cum bubbling up as her hand worked my shaft. I was in a state of bliss as my spunk surged forth filling my mother's mouth. Yet the look I saw in her eyes made me wonder. The moan that followed as she drank down my hot seed, I swear I almost had a hard-on again.

After that well the hour or two I spent in the pool was kind of lack lustered. I just couldn't get the fact I made my own mother cum on my fingers. Then the thoughts began to form. As I laid on the couch that night. The thoughts of her on her knees sucking me off, me between her legs tasting that delicious peach, hearing those same moans as I ram my cock into her hot snatch. Then the strangest thing happened for a week after the pool incident my mother shut herself within her own room when she wasn't at work. When I tried to talk to her about what happened she would just locked herself way in her room. So I decided it was probably better if I just dropped it. However, I did worry about what we did had made her hate me. Yet that didn't stop the thoughts of my mother riding my raging cock. In truth. It just made the dreams all the more frequent. During that long silent week I could have sworn I would have awoken to morning wood given the perverted dreams I was having. Yet when I awoke around late morning. There wasn't a hint that my rod had arose during my slumber.

It was a Monday of my mother's second week of avoiding me. When I awoke that day, she had left a note for me. Telling me Joan needed help with something. Ever since I had moved and especially after what happened at the pool. Joan and I have been flirting hard with one another. Well, it was more like Joan flirting with me and me just standing there like a drooling idiot. But I digress. After taking a quick shower beating the thoughts of my mom out of my head and grabbing a bagel on my way out.

"Ah, finally awake I see," Joan said from the walkway above me. My bagel fell from my mouth as I stared up at her. Her short skirt allowed me to peer up her dress at her naked snatch. From the wicked smirk I saw on her lips she had planned this all out. Yet my eyes couldn't or wouldn't pull away from those pink soft puffy lips of hers. Instantly, I felt the cock I had already drained surge with renewed vigor determined to salute the woman above me. "Mmm...come on Sam. You and I have some hot, sweaty, labor intensive work ahead of us," she said her index finger beckoned me to her. I took those concrete steps in twos and threes. "Eager, aren't we?" Joan cooed her hand ran down my chest before grasping my erect cock, "Well, come along," she said leading me into her apartment.

"S-so what is it you need me to do?" I asked my voice cracking as I stood in the center of her living room. My Adams Apple bobbed as she locked the door behind her.

"My dear boy I think you already know," Joan said reaching underneath her skirt playing with herself, "can't you hear how fucking wet I am? How my pussy wants and needs you to fuck it with that cock," she said pointing at my tent. "Go on. Let me see it," Joan said lustfully, "do you need a little incentive, hmm?" she asked as she started to unbutton her sky blue shirt. My cock strained against my shorts begging to be set free as Joan stood bare chested before me.

"Fuck me!" I groaned as my hands fumble with the snap button of my shorts.

"That is the plan Sammy," Joan said, her tongue licked the corner of her mouth as my cock sprung free from the elastic waistband of my underwear. "Oh my," she said fanning her face as my rock hard cock pulsated with every beat of my racing heart. "Well, then I think I won't be needing this, now will I?" Joan asked pushing her skirt off of her hips. The sight that was taking place before me, the goddess I had masturbated to for years stood naked before me. I wondered what I've done in a past life to be so fortunate. My instincts took over one moment I was standing there the next I was sucking on those heavenly tits. Her giggle didn't stop my hungry mouth. "Yes, Sam, suck on those tits baby," Joan moaned softly as her hand caressed the back of my head. I wanted to touch everything, to know everything, to make this woman howl out my name. "Fuck yes!" Joan howled as I plunged two fingers into her hot slit. She wasn't lying she was indeed sloppy wet. I can't remember how long I sucked those tits or how long I fingered Joan for. I do recall a great surge of juice flooding down her legs.

"My turn," Joan growled hungrily pushing me back into the recliner behind me, "mmm...just look at that cock," she cooed as she grabbed the base of my cock, slapping it against her cheeks. I watched as strands of pre-cum arching off her skin with each slap.

"God damn!" I cried out as that hot mouth wrapped around my cock. I not ashamed to admit it I almost came then. How it felt well...it's hard to explain given how it was my fourth blow job ever. If I had to rank them definitely my mom, then Joan, Melody, and my girlfriend when I was twelve.

"Oh, you like this old woman's mouth, huh?" Joan asked licking the back of my cockhead.

"Joan, you're aren't old. You're one of the hottest women I know. Do you know how many times I've...," I stopped myself as those eyes of hers drank every word of mine.

"Go on! How many times you've what?" Joan asked slowly jacking me of.

"Masturbated to you. Thinking about what your mouth, tits and pussy would feel like. I can't remembered the times I've blown my load just thinking about you," I said my fingernails dragged along the fabric as her thumb circled my head while her other worked my shaft.

"Oh, you naughty boy! Using me in such a manner," Joan said teasingly, "So I take it in that dirty mind I've titty fucked you often?" I nodded every nighttime encounter my hand and my rod had with each other did entail a good long titty fuck. I watched on as those heavenly orbs encased my member in that warm smooth skin. "Is this how you thought it would be?"

"Mmmhmm," I voiced trying my hardest to hold back orgasm as my rod glided between her breasts.

"Don't cum just yet I have a far better place to dump that yummy cum into," Joan said wantonly as she increased her pace. God. She was making that an herculean task. "Now," she said licking up the bead of pre-cum, "I think it's time to put this fat cock to better use?" Joan asked looking up at me. I nodded vehemently, I so wasn't going to pass this up. "Good," Joan purred as she rose. Taking me by the hand pulling me out of the seat, before she took my place. Draping her legs over the armrest, spreading her moist labia showing me that glistening interior. "Now grasp that cock and fuck me silly like you always did in your dreams." I took a moment to savor the sight before me. I could tell no one has ever looked at Joan as I was doing at that moment given her blushing cheeks. "Sammy don't look at me like that," Joan said bashfully. I felt my heart in my throat as my head neared her entrance. This was the moment of truth. I was about to lose my virginity; and how many guys can claim it was to the woman he had fantasized about your entire high school years.

"Oh god! Mmm...yes," Joan moaned as I slowly inched my cock into her hot canal. I wanted to remember how my first cunt felt like, to always recall how those folds wrapped my manhood in their warm embrace. Her hands gripped my shoulders as I bottomed out. "Fuck you're so deep, Sam! I love it!" Joan howled in joy, "now fuck me!" she growled. I wouldn't learn until later that she hasn't had sex -- since she had moved into the apartment complex a few years before my mom -- due to the messy divorce she went through. Man was she ever tight. I thought about every horrid, nonsexual, even my naked father to stave off my climax.

"Yes, fuck yes Sam! You're going to make me cum!" Joan squealed after ten minutes of my frantic pumping. "I... cu... o.. ...d," I wondered if she was alright as her chest heaved, her diaphragm convulsed. "Fuck!" Joan screamed out locking her legs around me. Her folds put a death lock on my cock as she slammed her womanhood down the entire length of my shaft. "Don't stop!" Joan begged as she pulled on her nipples, "make me cum again on that fucking cock!" she growled like a woman possessed. I didn't know if I could ride out another one of her orgasms without blowing my load. Joan most have seen that to as she reached up, taking hold of my chin. Those hazel eyes of hers drew me in as I loomed ever closer to those tantalizing lips. "If you have to cum soil that pussy, Samuel. It's okay I didn't except you to last past my first orgasm. Get me to my second one and we'll come together," Joan said before wrapping her arms around my neck pulling me in the last few inches. As we came together, I never knew something so sweaty, so laborious could feel so divine.

"I do hope to see you the day after tomorrow young man," Joan said lewdly standing in her doorway, "I would hate for my day off to be spoiled when my pussy wants another ride or two on that cock."

"I wouldn't miss it," I said waving to her as she closed her door.

"Bravo! Bravo!" Ms. Atwater said sticking her head into her open window, "I haven't heard that woman moan like that...in ever!" her grey stormy eyes zeroed in on my crouch. "Kind of makes me wonder what you're packing in there," she said her crooked finger pointed at my groin.

"Oh, just a eight inch snake Ms. Atwater," I said smiling at the elderly woman.

"Oh my!" she said fanning her reddening face. "You hear that Boris!" I heard her call out to her cat as I walked down the stairs. "You come back and show me sometime."

"Okay!" I yelled, which would be so weird standing before an seventy-year-old woman, or so I thought. However, that all flew out of my mind as my cell phone chirped as I neared my mother's apartment door. As much as I loved having Joan's smell on me. I didn't think my mother would have approved. Opening up my message app as the apartment door swung open. I stopped in my tracks as Melody was spread naked across my bed. I knew she had taken it herself given the selfie pole in the photo.

"Sammy, I'm so lonely here!" Melody texted adding a pouty face to it. "See look at this pussy and tell me you don't want to fuck me?!" Door groaned as I pushed it closed while staring at my naked stepmother. Then came another one of her kneeling on my bed, her right hand cradling her right breast while her tongue flicked out to teased her nipple. "Don't you see how well I would look riding that cock baby?" Then came another one this one was of her presenting her ass to the camera, spreading her lips letting me see into the deeps of her canal. I looked down at my protruding cock, while my mind had no wish to fuck her my cock, however, saw it in a different light. "Sammy, show me it. I need to see it, please?!" I sighed hoping if I did, she would leave me alone.

Tossing my clothes into the hamper by the door. I snapped a few pictures of my junk. Sending it off to her preying she be content with that. Setting my phone down on the counter by the sink before turning the shower on. I jumped in surprise as a knock came on the door.

"Sam?" my mother said cracking open the door.

"Yeah?" I said hoping she couldn't see my naked body, nor my protruding cock in the bathroom mirror.

"When you get out, I need ask you something okay?"

"Sure Mom," I said. How I just wanted to thrust open that door and show her my cock again, to ask if she wanted to suck on it again or something more. Yet I couldn't do it no matter how much I wanted it. I knew if I did that it would destroy our relationship. I had no wish of doing to that to my mother. So I beat down my feels to the deepest, darkest part of my mind. Hoping that it wouldn't show it's ugly horny face again. Wishful thinking I know. Yet there I was stroking my cock as I stood underneath the shower head thinking about me lifting my mother onto the counter. Running my fingers along her slit. Teasing that clit of hers as she held onto me begging me to shove it into her.

"Sammy?" my mother said opening the door wider this time. I don't know if she could see me, but damn I could see her. While her catering outfit didn't show a whole lot. With my horny mind it didn't have a problem picturing her topless.

"Yeah?" I said turning my back to the shower head, so she wouldn't hear me jacking off as I stared at her in the mirror.

"Listen, I can't wait for you to get out. I hope talking like this is okay with you."

"Sure Mom. You know I always enjoy talking with you," I said. Wait. Was my mother blushing at that? I couldn't be sure, but it did appear so.

"Umm...a big client just came in and I'm understaffed at the moment. I was hoping that you could help me out tomorrow afternoon?" I was close as I looked at those lips of hers remembering how they felt. "Sammy?"

"Sorry Mom, what is it I'll be doing?" I asked prolonging the time I would have to jerkoff to my mother.

"Oh, nothing much just carrying around a serving tray of appetizers. The guy that normally does it decided to quit on me yesterday. I know this is you last summer free from the bustle of college, but I do hope you can help me out."

"Sounds easy enough," I said, wondering if I was bold enough, "plus I get to spend the night with a beautiful lady." My mother's hand flew to her mouth. She was definitely blushing and hard too.

"Well...I'll bring a couple of uniforms home and see which ones fit you. Thank you, Samuel, you don't know how much this helps me."

"Mom," I called out as she started to shut the door.

"Yes?" I heard a little quiver in her voice.

"It's never a problem helping out my beautiful mother. If you need me to help out with the bigger events while I'm here. I'm more then glad to," I said containing my moan as rope after rope of cum shot out striking the shower door. My mother didn't say anything I assumed she had to rush back to her shop to prepare for tomorrows event since she was shorthanded. So I thought nothing of it as I went back to showering.

"Sammy! Come help me with the stuff in the car," my mother said sticking her head into the apartment when six o'clock rolled around.

"Okay," I said tossing the remote aside as I got up.

"Grab those," she said pointing to the three uniforms hanging in the back of her car, "I brought some food home. I thought you might like to taste what I normally make for these things."

"Mom," I said opening the car door, "if it's anything like what you normally make then I know it be delicious." There it was again that blushing as she ducked into the back seat for the tray of food.

"Come on. I want to see how they look on you before you eat," she said shyly brushing back her hair. "Now, you go in there and change," she said pointing to her room. I went through them seeing which one was about my size. I had to take the pants of one and the white catering shirt--that kind of reminded me of the shirt Bruce Lee used to wear--from another. I knew I had to wear an undershirt tomorrow night given how the polyester/cotton blend itched like crazy.

"Can I come in yet?" my mother asked through the door.

"Sure, I'm decent." She moved me directly underneath the overhead light. Her hands ran down my arm seeing were the cuff ended. Then as she stood before me, she slowly and I mean slowly explored my chest feeling every muscle I had, before tugging on the hem of the shirt. I saw this mischievous light in her eyes as her fingers slipped into the waistband running them around the circumference of my body. Then down my right leg see if the length of the pants were too long or to short, nodding to herself when she was satisfied. Her hand ran up my inner thigh brushing against my rod. She repeated the process on my back, I had to fight back the goosebumps as her fingers ran up the back of my legs. My eyes flew wide as my mother grabbed handfuls of my ass.​