Incest/Taboo Day by Day

This is a mom/son story with big tits and big dicks -- if that's not what you're into then don't bother reading it and complaining about it in the comments.

As always, everyone is 18 or over.
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FRIDAY

"These what you want, baby?" my mother said, cupping her huge tits that were almost spilling out of the red basque she wore. A tiny silk G-string and a pair of black thigh high stockings were the only other things she was wearing as she knelt on her bed. "You've been staring at them all night," she said. She tossed her mane of thick black hair over her shoulder, tilting her head sideways as her hands groped at her massive mounds. "Want to cum all over them? I'll let you -- I really like feeling cum on my tits -- on my face."

I think with those words my cock got even harder.

"Well? Want to fuck me and cum all over me?" my mother asked. "John? John?"

The only reply she got from her asshole of a boyfriend was a long drawn out snore as he slipped into unconsciousness on the bed beside her.

I stood outside her bedroom door, peering through the gap where it had been left open an inch or two, and couldn't believe that once again, John and my mom had gone out and he'd come home after too many beers and passed out when the sexiest, horniest, biggest titted woman I knew was dressed up in lingerie and ready to fuck him.

"Oh you fucking asshole," she said, sitting back on her heels and looking down at him. She slapped his chest angrily but he didn't move, just kept on sleeping, an occasional snore rattling out of him. She stood up and grabbed her dressing gown, pulling it on. As she did that, I quickly moved away and into my own bedroom, hurriedly climbing into bed, grabbing my tablet and opening up my Kindle app, pretending to read.

A couple of seconds later, there was a gentle tap at my door.

"Zak? You still awake?" my mom asked.

"Yeah, come on in, mom," I said.

My door opened and she stepped in, her dressing gown covering up her basque and G-string but as it fell to mid-thigh, I could still see her stockings. And no matter what she did, it seemed like she could never cover up that magnificent cleavage of hers.

"Mind if I sit with you for a while?" she asked.

"Never a problem, you know that, mom." I said, all too aware of my hard on beneath my bed sheets as she climbed on to the bed and cuddled in next to me, my arm around her, her head on my shoulder, one arm draped over my bare stomach, her huge tits pressing up against me. "Let me guess -- John did something to piss you off again?" I asked, reaching up and stroking her hair.

"You have no idea," she said sadly, her hand lazily tracing circles on my stomach. Obviously I did but I wasn't going to admit to her that I'd just been spying on her again. With a mom as hot as mine, obviously I'd watched her before.

"What happened?" I asked, glancing down. Her enormous tits rested against each other as she was laying almost side on, and bulged out of the gap in her dressing gown. My cock throbbed just inches from her hand as I imagined sliding my big dick between those marvellous jugs.

"Oh, I'd planned something -- special -- and he went and fell asleep on me. Again." she said.

"He doesn't seem to be making you happy, mom," I said, stroking her hair. "So why stick with him?"

"I don't know," she said. "I guess I just don't want to be alone anymore."

"You're not alone, mom. You've got me," I said.

She looked up at me and smiled. Damn she was beautiful. "Thank you, baby, but your old mom needs some things her son can't give to her."

"Sounds like John's not doing so well in that area, though," I said.

"No, guess not," she said, looking down and snuggling closer to me, her tits pressing up against my side. "I know I shouldn't compare but he's nothing like your dad was in that department."

My dad had died eighteen months before of a heart attack. It had been a rough period of adjustment for both of us but we'd managed okay. Finally feeling lonely, mom had started dating John about a month ago.

"I know," I said without thinking.

Mom looked up at me again. "How could you know that?" she asked with a smile.

Before I could answer, a long, loud, drawn out snore came from her bedroom, clear as day. She looked at my bedroom door which was closed and then -- as another snore was heard -- looked under the desk where my laptop and books sat. The house we lived in was quite old and originally had been warmed by the air rising from the fire in the main living room, channelled through ducts running in the walls and let into the rooms by way of vents. There was a grill beneath my desk that faced another grill in the wall of my mom's room, both being fed by the same duct. Due to that, I could hear everything that went on in my mom's bedroom.

"Oh my God," my mom said, laying back against me. "You must have heard me and your dad just about every night."

"Pretty much," I laughed. Mom and dad used to have sex most nights and mom had always been very vocal.

"Jesus, I'm so embarrassed," she said.

"What's to be embarrassed about, mom?" I asked. "You and dad enjoyed having sex. Big deal."

"Yes, but I didn't realise you could hear everything." She buried her head in my chest. "God, the things you would have heard me say."

"Mom, there's nothing to worry about, seriously. You enjoy sex and you like being talkative during it. Honestly, I wish I could find a girl like that."

There was a pause for a while as mom laid next to me, thinking. Eventually she asked "So you're not freaked out by anything you've heard me say?"

"Mom, I love you. Nothing you could do or say could change that."

There was another pause before she looked up at me again, smiling this time. "Why didn't you mention it before? That you could hear me and your dad? I thought kids hated the idea of their old folks having sex."

I shrugged. "Honestly, I -- I kinda enjoyed it," I said.

We looked at each other, a slow smile spreading across her face. "Did you ever -- you know -- " she nodded down at my crotch. " -- while you were listening, I mean?"

"Mom, you can't ask me that," I said with a fake shocked expression.

"Sorry, sorry, you're right, shouldn't have asked," she said, putting her head on my chest again. "But did you?"

I laughed. "Yeah, I did," I admitted. "All the time."

"So -- have you missed hearing me -- since your dad died, I mean?" she asked quietly.

"Yeah, I have," I said. "It hasn't -- you know -- hasn't really been the same since."

"I'll have to see what I can do about that," she said. She sat up abruptly and leaned in close, her huge tits pressing against me. "I love you, Zak," she said and kissed me on the lips. Just a peck, but it was something she'd never done before.

She got up and went back to her bedroom.

SATURDAY

I went to work the next day in the store where I'd worked for the last few months, just helping out on a Saturday, but it was nice to have my own money coming in. When I got home, my mom was already there; she made some food a little later and we chilled, watching a movie and eating some popcorn. John, she said, wouldn't be coming over that night.

As the movie finished, she said "I'm going to bed. You should too."

"I think I might see what's on next," I said, flicking through the channels.

"No, I think you should go to bed," she said pointedly, staring at me.

"Okay," I said, "I'm going to bed." I kissed her on the top of the head and went off to my room after visiting the bathroom. Ten minutes later, I heard her enter her room and then everything went quiet.

Sometimes -- and I admit this -- I can be really dumb. I honestly didn't think about why my mom had effectively sent me to my room. Instead, I grabbed some my laptop and lazily browsed the net, checking my Facebook page and posting a couple of comments on friends' posts, that sort of thing.

Just as I switched it off and put it back on the desk, planning to go to sleep, I heard a moan drift through the grate from my mom's room.

"Uuuhhhhhhhnnnn -- fuck -- mmmmmmm -- that's good."

Instantly our conversation of the night before came back to me and I realised my mom was masturbating and being vocal -- with the deliberate intention that I heard her.

"Aaaahhhnnnnn -- fuck -- yes -- hhuuuhhnnnn," she sighed. Sure she was quieter than when her and dad used to have sex but the fact that she had sent me to my room before she started -- that she was doing this for my benefit -- was just as big a turn on.

I listened intently, taking a hold of my dick through my pajamas, stroking it to full hardness in seconds.

"Fuck -- fucking hell -- aaahhhnnnnn -- oh fuck," she groaned.

I had to see what she was doing so as quietly as I could, my dick leading the way, I snuck out of my room and positioned myself at her door, once again peering through. My mom was naked on the bed, her shoulders and head propped up by a pillow, her legs spread wide. One hand was groping at her huge tits, occasionally lifting one of them up so she could suck on her own nipples, while her other hand slid a large dildo in and out of her shaved pussy.

"Aaaahhhhh yes -- mmmmnnn -- fuck -- feels so good," she moaned, working the rubber cock in and out of her pussy. "Fuck me -- fuck me," she sighed.

I grabbed hold of my dick and stroked it in time with her movements of the dildo, imagining that it was my dick sliding in and out of her pussy and not some fake rubber cock. My hand slid up and down my big shaft faster and faster as I watched my mom fuck herself with that dildo faster and faster, clenching the base and cramming it into her twat, her other hand grabbing at her huge tits.

"Uuuuhhnnnn fuck -- me -- mmmnnnnn -- gonna cum -- ahhhhhahhhhhh -- cumming -- fucking -- cumming!" she cried as she came, bucking her hips up towards the ceiling as she shoved the fake dick as far into her pussy as she could.

I let out a gasp of my own as my dick lurched in my hand and sent out the first of many streams of thick jism, splattering them against her bedroom door as I came a lot sooner than normal, turned on by watching my mom fuck herself with that dildo while making as much noise as she did just for me. Some part of my brain was still working rationally as I put my hand in front of my dick to try and catch as much of my load as I could but I've always delivered a huge amount of spunk and there was no way I could catch everything from this load after watching my mom fuck herself for me.

Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, my mom puled the fake dick from her twat and brought it to her mouth, sucking the whole length down her throat in one move, before pulling it out and licking it clean. My dick pulsed again and spurted out yet more jizz, the thick fluid falling to the floor. My mom put her dildo on the bedside cabinet and then looked over at the wall that separated my bedroom from her -- and blew me a kiss.

I watched her pull her bedsheets over herself and slide down the bed, reaching to turn her light out. I stood there, a load of cum in one hand, my cock in the other and a fuck load of jizz splashed over the door and the floor. I tried to wait, to give it a few minutes before heading off to the bathroom and cleaning my hands and then -- on the way back -- used a towel I'd brought from the bathroom to try as quietly as I could to clean up my mess. Hoping I'd got everything, I headed back to my room and crawled into bed.

SUNDAY

"Good morning, Zak," my mom said as I walked into the kitchen. "What do you want for breakfast?"

Looking at her as she stood wearing skin tight yoga pants that hugged her perfect, round ass and a spaghetti strap top that was stretched tight over her huge braless tits, my first thought was You, mom but I managed to croak out a request for some cereal as I sat at the breakfast table.

Mom moved around the kitchen, humming along to the song on the radio, a big, beaming smile on her face. I can honestly say she hadn't looked this happy since dad had died.

Once she fixed me some cereal and a glass of OJ, she sat down at the table opposite me and watched as I ate. She put one elbow on the table and her chin in her palm, leaning forward, the low neckline of her top giving me a perfect view of her deep, deep cleavage which -- of course -- I couldn't stare at, despite what had happened last night. Mom didn't know I'd watched her the night before so I couldn't just start ogling her.

Again, I repeat -- sometimes I am so dumb.

"Did you sleep well last night, honey?" she asked me.

"Uhh, yeah," I said.

"Was it -- you know -- like old times? Listening in?"

I blushed. "Yeah. Yeah, it was," I said.

"Was I loud enough? Did you hear everything?" she asked.

"Well -- no, I mean yeah, you were."

Mom reached over and took hold of my hand. "You hesitated there. Come on, Zak, be honest."

I blushed even more, my face feeling really hot. "It's just -- you were louder before," I said.

Mom laughed. "Before I had your dad to help me," she said. "There's only so much an old lady can do on her own."

"Mom, you're not old," I said, and meant it.

"For that you get a hug," she said, standing up and pulling my head into her chest, her warm, soft but firm tit flesh almost enveloping me. "I'm going to do some yoga," she said, heading out of the kitchen. "Clean up when you're done if you make a mess," she said with a smile.

It took me a moment to wonder if she was referring to anything other than the cereal.

A few minutes later, I walked quietly to the living room door. Mom's yoga DVD was playing on the TV and she was in front of it, watching the screen as she stretched and bent and balanced through her workout. I watched her perfect ass -- a text book definition of a round peach that was still high and firm but which jiggled just enough as she walked -- and thought back to all the times I'd heard her beg dad to fuck her in it. Mom was into anal in a big way and dad had been happy to oblige.

She spread her legs, bent at the waist, her torso upside down, looking at me from between her own legs, smiling as she saw me stood in the doorway watching her. Straightening up, I watched from behind as she grabbed hold of her big tits -- not something the instructor was doing on the screen, I noticed -- before reaching around and taking hold of her ass cheeks. She leaned forward and arched her back at the same time, her fingers digging into her butt cheeks, spreading them, stretching the material tighter. She pumped her hips back and fore a few times -- again, not a move that was happening on screen -- and moaned low in her throat.

She looked over her shoulder at me and smiled -- then winked! Mom straightened up again and began following the instructions on screen. I headed upstairs, my hard cock tenting my pajamas once more.

The rest of the day went by as most Sundays did -- I visited a couple of friends and hung out with them, while mom did the same. She usually hung around with her sister, my aunt Laura, but that weekend my aunt was away with work. Aunt Laura was great -- a few years younger than my mom but just as hot, she'd never married though she'd had a couple of long term relationships.

In the evening, mom and I watched another movie, curled up together on the sofa, her snuggled up to my side, my arm around her. She'd changed into a pair of jeans and a shirt which had enough buttons undone to give me a great view of her cleavage once again. And this time, as my head was above hers, I took full advantage, barely watching the movie, just staring at the slopes of her round, smooth tits.

As the movie finished, she affectionately patted my thigh. "Time to go to bed," she said.

"Yes, ma'am," I said, saluting her order, making her chuckle. I headed off to my room and stripped off, waiting expectantly on my bed. A few minutes later I heard mom head to the bathroom then to her bedroom. Unlike the night before, it took no time at all for her moans to come sliding through the grill.

"Uuuhhnnnnn fuck -- fuck yeah -- aahahhhhh," she sighed, definitely louder than the night before. "Ahhhhhh -- fuck me -- fuck me," she moaned.

Hard-on already in my hand, I quietly sneaked out of my room and headed to the door of my mom's bedroom. I hesitated as I approached, noticing that the door was opened a few inches more than it had been last time -- and then stopped dead in my tracks. A fresh, clean towel was hanging off the door handle.

It didn't take Sherlock Holmes to work out that mom had realised I'd shot my load everywhere the night before while I was outside her room and had hung the towel there specifically for me. She was giving me permission to jerk off while watching her!

"Aaahhhhhh fuck -- fucking hell," my mom sighed. I stepped over to the door and looked through the much wider gap. Mom was in much the same position as last night -- this time though she was sat up a bit more, most of her back against the wooden headboard, her knees drawn up and spread wide. Her huge, naked tits looked fantastic in the light from her bedside lamp as she groped at them, pushing them up in turn to suck and nibble at the stiff, hard buds of her nipples. All the while she used her other hand to slide her fake cock in and out of her pussy which I had a much better view of -- at some point during the day, she'd turned the bed so that she was now facing the door directly!

"Fuuuuuuuck -- uuuhhhhhnnnn -- do it -- uuuhhnnnnn -- do it." she groaned, looking over at the doorway where I stood. I couldn't work out if she could see me because of the shadows and the darkness of the hall where I stood but even if she didn't know I was there for definite, she was plainly assuming I would be.

"Mmmmnnnnn fuck -- uuuhhhhhh so good," my mom moaned as she fucked herself with her dildo. At the same time, matching her movements and rhythm, I stroked my big dick, sliding my hand up and down the shaft, smearing pre-cum along the length. "Yeah -- yeah, that's it," my mom said, still looking my way, lifting one of her tits up and licking around her nipple. "Mmmmmm -- fucking hell -- hhhunnnnnn -- do it -- do it."

I stroked my dick as she slid the dildo in and out of her pussy, her free hand pinching her nipples and grabbing handfuls of her huge jugs.

"Uuhhhhnnnn fucking hell -- ahhhhh -- gonna cum," she groaned. "Hhuuuhhhnnn -- cum -- cum for me -- mmmmmmm -- cum for me -- cum for mommy!"

And that was all it took. I grabbed the towel she'd left for me and wrapped it around the head of my cock as I unleashed a torrent of jizz, spurting another massive load out as, on the bed, mom bucked and writhed, throwing her head back as she came at the same time. Spurt after spurt of cum poured into the towel, my dick jumping with each shot, the towel becoming soaking wet in seconds. I watched as mom groaned and sighed, pulling the dildo from her pussy and sucking it clean again, staring out at me the whole time.

Eventually she put the dildo on the side, blew a kiss towards me, slid down the bed and turned the light out.

I grinned, dumping the cum-soaked towel into the nearby washing hamper and headed back to my room.

MONDAY

By the time I woke up on Monday morning, mom was already out at work. Dad's death had left us fairly well off but mom still worked part time in an office as a financial officer. Sure she had big tits, a great ass, good looks and was kinky as fuck but that didn't stop her being smart. My aunt Laura had helped fix her up with the job in the same firm that she worked at, though she was full time and was in a different department. Still, it meant that they could spend a bit more time together which they both enjoyed.

The only drawback to her job was that her current boyfriend, John, worked there, too. They'd met a couple of months ago and, a few weeks later, started dating though it didn't sound like it was going very well.

Apart from the Saturday job I had, I was out of work so spent the day hanging around doing next to nothing. Okay, not strictly true as I spent most of the day watching MILF porn on my laptop, checking out pornstars like Julia Ann, Ava Addams and probably the queen of the MILFs, Lisa Ann. To my eyes, my mom put all of them in the shade -- she had much bigger tits, was better looking and had a firmer, rounder ass.

Midway through watching Lisa Ann getting DP'd by two black guys, my phone pinged. I opened it up and saw a new message from my mom.

>>Hope you enjoyed the "movie" last night. I certainly did!<<

Sometimes I'm dumb like I said before, but even I got that reference.

>>Loved it!<< I typed. >>Will there be one tonight?<<

>>Definitely!! Will try and make it extra special tonight if you're UP for it?<<

>>Can't wait<<

>>Great. Love you. See you later. By the way, empty the hamper and do the washing!! LOL!!<<

I had to laugh at that.

Mom got home later that evening and as she came through the door, I let out a long whistle. Her short skirt was skin tight and I could just see the tops of her stockings beneath the hem. Her grey silk blouse was stretched tight across her huge tits and there were enough buttons undone to show not only her deep cleavage but also the edges of her bra. To top it all off, she wore a long, knotted pearl necklace that disappeared between the pale slopes of her enormous mounds.

"Wow, mom," I said. "I'm guessing none of the guys in your office got any work done today with you looking that hot."

"Thank you, honey," she said, giving me a hug and pecking me on the lips as if it were nothing. She pottered around the kitchen, putting a couple of groceries away that she'd picked up while I fixed her a drink. "I didn't actually go to work quite dressed like this -- I changed my skirt in the garage just now and have only just undone these buttons," she said, trailing her fingers across her boobs as she took the drink I offered her in her other hand. "I thought I'd dress up for my big, handsome son, is all," she said, winking at me as she sipped her cola. "Do you like this sort of outfit?"

"Hell yeah, mom," I said and really meant it. We stared at each other for a little while. Despite what we'd been doing the last couple of nights, we hadn't really talked about it. It was almost as though we were pretending to be normal right up until we went to bed. At least it had been, until my mom admitted she'd dressed up for me.

"I saw John today," mom said, breaking into my train of thought.

"Oh?" I said, trying to sound noncommittal and not really succeeding.

"I told him I didn't think it was working out and that we shouldn't date any longer," mom said, smiling as she watched a huge grin spread over my face. "Surely you should be sad your mom's not dating anymore?" she said.

I shrugged. "I never really liked him," I said, "and from what you said the other night, he didn't really set your world on fire, either."

"You're right. I need a man who can deliver a lot more than he could," she said, sipping at her drink. "Which reminds me -- did you do the washing?" she asked, trying hard to keep a straight face.

"I did," I said, smiling at her. "Everything's washed and dried and put away."

"Mmmm, you're so good for mommy," she said, pecking me on the lips again. "Now I need to fix us some food. You go select a film for us to watch tonight."

I did as she asked, heading into the living room and setting up the TV, searching for something on Netflix or Amazon, settling for one of the cheap action B-movies both mom and I liked. They were corny and mostly terribly acted but they made us laugh together.

Mom came in with some bowls of dips and chips and made a big show of bending over in front of me as she put them on the table, her huge tits almost falling out of her blouse as I stared blatantly at them, mom smiling at me the whole time. She went back to the kitchen and returned with a couple of beers, this time facing away from me as she bent over, her tiny skirt rising up over her hold-up stockings, giving me a good look at the tops of her thighs and the start of her ass. She looked over her shoulder as I stared at her ass and rocked back and fore a little, as she had the day before when doing her yoga.

Eventually she sat down and curled up beside me in her now traditional position, my arm around her, her head on my shoulder, my gaze fixed firmly on her big tits.

Halfway through my first beer, mom surprised me during a quiet moment in the movie.

"Zak -- we haven't talked about the last few nights," she said without looking up.

"I was thinking that earlier on," I said.

"Before this goes any further, I need to know if you're okay with this."

I kissed the top of her head. "Mom, I love you," I said honestly, "and as long as you're okay with whatever this is, know that I'm really fucking okay with it."

She playfully slapped my belly. "Mind your language in front of your mother," she said before hugging me. "But I'm really fucking okay with this, too," she said with a laugh.

We carried on watching the movie for a while before something she said filtered through.

"Mom? You said before this goes any further. How much further is it going to go?" I asked.

Mom looked up at me. "Let's wait and see, shall we. Take it day by day, okay?" she said, leaning in and kissing me gently on the lips. We looked at each other for a second before kissing again, softly, our lips just touching before I felt the tip of her tongue slip between my lips. With a soft moan, we both opened our mouths and kissed deeply, our breathing getting heavier as we made out on the sofa, the movie forgotten.

My hand dropped from her shoulder to her hip, gently squeezing it and pulling her closer. My other hand came up slowly and was about to cup one of her big tits -- but she stopped it and pushed it down to her waist.

"Not yet," she murmured into my mouth as she continued kissing me. I was disappointed, sure, but I wasn't complaining -- I was happy to just keep making out with her. My cock was rock hard and a little uncomfortable in my pants but there was no way I was going to stop this.

We carried on making out until the movie finished -- as the credits rolled, mom moved away slightly, smiling up at me.

"So you're really okay with this?" she asked.

"Not sure I could make it any clearer," I said.

"Good," mom said. "Now I'm going to bed. Make sure you don't wait too long before you follow me, okay?" she added pointedly.

"I'll be right behind you," I said.

She kissed me again then slid off the sofa and headed upstairs slowly. I grabbed the remote and killed the TV then, like I told her, I hurried to get right behind her, watching her ass in that tight, short skirt as she moved it side to side. We got to the landing and I saw there was already a towel on the door handle of her bedroom. Mom picked it up and opened the door wide, taking the towel inside. She took a few steps in -- maybe halfway between the door and her bed -- turned, and smiled as she deliberately dropped it to the floor.

"Go get into your pajamas," she said. "I need to get undressed for bed and I don't want to wait."

I ran into my room and I swear I had never gotten changed as quickly as I did right then -- I pulled my T-shirt off followed by my socks, jeans and boxers, my still hard cock slapping against my belly as I freed it -- and pulled my pajamas on. I darted back to my mom's bedroom door and then slowly stepped in until I reached the towel she'd dropped.

Mom stood beside her bed a couple of feet from me, her eyes widening as she looked at the big tent my cock made in my pajamas. She chewed her bottom lip for a second as if trying to decide something, then pointed at my dick.

"Make sure that stays inside your PJ's. Clear?" I nodded. "Good boy," she said with a wink.

She stretched and yawned in an exaggerated fashion, spreading her arms out to both sides, her blouse going skin tight across her enormous mounds, the buttons struggling to stay done up, her tits parting slightly, her pearl necklace laying between them.

"Such a hard day in work," she said, as if to herself. "I should get undressed and in to bed."

She reached for her blouse and began tugging it slowly out of the waist of her skirt, leaning forward a little as she pulled it from the back, thrusting her boobs at me. Looking at me, she started unbuttoning her blouse from the bottom up, taking her time, popping one button free then oh so slowly moving to the next. Once they were all undone, she brought her hands in front of her to undo the ones on her wrists, at the same time using her upper arms to squash her tits together. With the final buttons undone, she took hold of her blouse and slowly pulled it off, again thrusting her huge tits out at me as she tugged the blouse behind her, letting it drop to the floor.

I swear if it were possible her mounds looked even bigger encased in the black lacy bra she wore, her pearl necklace trapped between the two globes.

Mom turned around and reached behind her, unbuttoning the waistband of her skirt with one hand then reaching for the zipper with the other. As she held on to the waistband, she pushed the zip down and arched her back, pushing her butt out towards me at the same time. She then took hold of the waist and, rocking her hips up and down, slowly rolled the skin tight skirt off her ass and down her legs, looking over her shoulder at me the whole time.

Her black hold-ups reached mid-thigh and her perfect, round ass was bare except for the tiniest of G-strings, the back of which disappeared between her ass cheeks. She kicked the skirt aside then bent at the waist, reaching down to undo the straps of her heels, giving me a fantastic view of her ass.

She slipped her shoes off and turned, standing in front of me in stockings, G-string and bra.

My dick lurched as I looked at her and she smiled at the movement in my pajamas.

"I should probably take all this off," she said, again as if she were talking to herself. "But I need something to relax me and I just can't wait." She stepped over to her bedside table, opened the drawer and took out the large dildo I'd seen her use the last couple of nights. Mom sat on her bed, one foot on the floor, one on the bed, her knee bent, her legs spread wide. She looked at me as she gently rubbed at her pussy through her panties.

"God, my pussy's so hot," she said as I stared at her rubbing herself. She slowly pulled the black lace to one side, revealing her shaved pussy lips, a small, neatly trimmed patch of hair above them. She slid two fingers between her slick lips, parting them before easing her fingers inside. "Uuuhhhnnn -- fuck, I'm so wet," she sighed, sliding her fingers in and out. "I've been -- mmmnnnn -- so horny all day -- aahhhhhh -- so horny -- mmmmmmm -- thinking about my son."

My dick pulsed again as I watched her bring the dildo over to her twat and gently slide it inside, her fingers stroking at her clit as she fucked herself with it, staring at me all the while.

"Aahhhhh -- I know I shouldn't -- mmmmfff fuck -- shouldn't think about him -- like this," she sighed, working her dildo in deeper and a little faster, "but I can't help it -- uuhhnnnn -- I love him -- uuhhhhhh -- and he loves me -- mmnnnnnnn -- and I think about us -- aahhhhhh -- fucking -- and I wonder if -- uuhhhhnnnn -- if he would -- show me -- his cock," she moaned, sliding her fake dick in and out of her twat a lot faster now.

I took the hint and pushed my pajamas down, my big cock leaping up and pointing at her, the head dribbling pre-cum.

"Jesus -- Jesus that's -- aahhhhh -- a big fucking cock," she gasped, licking her lips. "Stroke it, baby -- mmmmm -- jerk that big dick for me," she said, never taking her eyes off it.

I quickly grabbed the towel -- knowing I wasn't going to last long with this sort of stimulation -- and started stroking my cock which had never been harder, smearing pre-cum over the head and shaft.

"Ahhh yeah -- jerk it -- uuunnn -- jerk that big fucking cock," mom groaned as she fucked herself with her dildo, staring at my prick.

I did as she said, the pair of us watching each other masturbate just a few feet from each other, working at the same tempo, speeding up together as our orgasms approached.

"Oh fuck -- fucking hell," mom moaned. "Aaaahhhhnnnn -- cumming -- uuhnngg -- gonna cum -- uhh uh uh -- cum for me baby -- uhhh uh -- make that big fucking cock -- cum for mommy," she cried as she came.

I grunted at the same time as I unloaded yet another monstrous load of jizz into the towel, my dick emptying into the soft cotton as I watched my mom cum. Time and again my dick jumped and lurched, spurting out the biggest load I'd ever delivered, the thick cream soaking the towel in seconds.

Eventually we both came down from our highs, my mom sliding her dildo out of her pussy and licking it clean as she watched me pull my still mostly hard cock from the cum filled towel.

"You like that, baby?" she asked, gasping a little.

"Best yet, mom," I said, gently stroking my cock in front of her as she watched. I wanted nothing more than to fuck her there and then -- but we were taking this at her pace. "What about you?"

"Best yet," she agreed. "But now it's time for bed. Your own bed," she finished with a smile.

I pulled my pajamas up, blew her a kiss and headed back to my room, dumping the towel in the wash hamper as I passed.

Looked like I'd be doing the washing again tomorrow.

TUESDAY

Once again, by the time I woke up the next day, mom was already out of the house and in work.

I laid in bed for a while, thinking back to the night before, idly stroking my dick -- there was no way I was going to jerk off, though, not with the expectation of another "movie night" later on. Instead, eventually, I got my ass out of bed and kicked around the house doing the usual sort of shit -- snacking, checking Facebook and Twitter, playing my PS4 and, of course, sorting out the washing hamper!

Around lunch time, my phone rang, the caller ID showing my mom's name and photo.

"Hey mom," I said answering it.

"Hey Zak, you okay, baby?" she asked.

"Fine," I said. "Missing you," I said before even thinking it.

"I miss you too, baby," my mom said. "Listen, I hope you don't mind but your aunt Laura's back from her business trip and wonders if I can go out with her tonight and catch up."

"Sure, no problem," I said. "You don't need to ask permission, mom."

"I'm not, you cheeky boy. What I'm doing is letting you know I'm going out with Laura tonight and won't be home until later than normal so we might have to skip our 'movie' night tonight. Hope that's okay?"

"Well, I'm disappointed, obviously," I said honestly. "But you go ahead, enjoy yourself."

"Are you sure?" mom asked.

"Positive, mom, don't worry about it. Go have fun with aunt Laura, say hi and give her a big kiss from me, okay?"

"Will do, baby, and I promise I'll make it up to you tomorrow night," mom said before dropping her voice to a whisper. "I really enjoyed watching you stroke that big cock of yours," she said. "Maybe tomorrow night -- maybe I could stroke it for you?"

"Fuck, mom," I gasped. "I'd love that," I said quietly.

"Good," she whispered. "And don't swear in front of your mom," she added with a laugh before telling me she loved me and hanging up.

That left me with an afternoon and evening to kill but, at least, the following night to look forward to. I called up a couple of friends and headed out to meet them, spending the afternoon heading into the city and checking out the girls in the mall. More and more, though, I found myself looking at the moms -- the MILFs rather than the teenage girls that my friends were interested in. My tastes had definitely changed over the last week or so!

I headed home later that evening and fixed myself something to eat, figuring I'd settle down on the sofa and watch a movie for real this time. About half an hour in to the film, my phone pinged -- a message from my mom.

>>Missing you baby!<< she typed. >>Aunt Laura sends her love<<

>>Missing you too<< I replied. >>Love to you both.<<

I turned back to the film and, ten minutes later, my phone pinged again, this time with a picture from her.

My mom had taken a selfie of her and her sister sat at a table in a bar somewhere in the city, smiling up at the phone camera. She wore a white, low necked T-shirt that was stretched tight across her big tits and which showed just the start of her impressive cleavage, her black hair piled up neatly on top of her head. My aunt Laura could have passed for her twin -- just as good looking with the same long black hair though hers was currently loose and down her back -- but wearing a blue blouse and her usual black rimmed glasses. Due to her leaning in to get in the picture and the angle mom had taken it at, I had a better view down my aunt's blouse than my mom's T-shirt -- I think I've mentioned my aunt's got a great rack, just like my mom.

>>My two favourite girls<< I replied.

A few minutes later and my phone pinged again -- another email, this one showing my mom and aunt Laura holding some very large cocktails -- there were already a couple of empty glasses on the table in front of them.

>>This might be a long night!<< my mom had typed.

>>Have fun and be careful!<< I replied.

A few minutes later I had a text from my mom saying >>Your aunt thinks you're too sensible for your own good and should have more fun! I could tell her about the fun you've been having lately if you like?<<

I honestly hadn't thought that mom might share what we'd been doing with my aunt -- I just assumed that would be our secret. How would aunt Laura react if mom did tell her? She and mom had always been close and Laura was definitely a cool, relaxed aunt -- but how cool would she be with her sister and nephew indulging in a heavy make out session and some mutual masturbation? Legal definition aside, we were basically all but committing incest.

>>Up to you.<< I replied, leaving the option with her.

I turned back to the crappy movie I was watching but not really concentrating on it. Instead, I was wondering what -- if anything -- my mom would tell her sister.

Eventually, about twenty minutes later, my phone pinged once more and I opened another email with another picture. They were still sat at the table but it looked like they'd turned around and now had their backs to the bar and the people stood there. My aunt Laura had hooked one finger into the neck of mom's T-shirt and had pulled it down, showing off the tops of her big tits. She had her face turned to the camera but was resting her cheek on mom's tits, her tongue out, licking the swells of her sister's mounds as my mom smiled at the camera.

>>Aunt Laura says she bets you wish you were her right now! LOL!!<< mom had written.

It looked like mom had told her after all -- and it looked like my aunt was as cool as I'd hoped.

>>Damn right!<< I quickly replied.

I looked at the photo, all sorts of thoughts running through my head, most of them centred around my aunt's tongue licking all over my mom's tits.

Another photo arrived a couple of minutes later showing the pair of them in what I guessed was the ladies' bathroom of the bar, judging from the wash basins and mirrors in the background. They were stood shoulder to shoulder, mom taking the photo, her free hand around aunt Laura's shoulders, her hand having slid inside her blouse to cup one of her sister's big tits. At the same time, Laura was reaching up beneath mom's T-shirt, exposing her trim belly, the outline of her hand clearly visible beneath the cotton as she grabbed hold of one of my mom's tits.

>>Which one do you want to be now?<< mom had typed.​