Incest/Taboo Down Memory Lane with Mom

Ten minutes went by while Mom and I sucked Jenny's breasts. When we finally pulled away, her nipples were standing up rock hard and Jenny, breathing heavily, was lying with her head back and eyes closed. Mom brushed her palm back and forth, bending Jenny's prominent nipple this way and that. I copied her action. Jenny kept her eyes closed and remained otherwise unresponsive though we had long since passed the boundary for nonsexual behavior.

Mom dipped her head and started licking, then sucking and releasing, Jenny's nipple. Her left hand dropped to Jenny's lap and onto her thigh, pausing briefly before slipping between her legs.

"Have you started making love to her yet?" she whispered to me when I brought my head close to play with Jenny's other nipple.

"No," I whispered back. "I was waiting for her to tell me when she was ready."

Mom's hand moved higher, under Jenny's skirt. Jenny parted her legs and moaned when Mom's fingers contacted her panties.

"She's ready," Mom said.

For several minutes, I watched Mom's hand moving under Jenny's dress. Jenny's breathing became more and more ragged, soon joined by Mom's own quiet panting, and mine. I moved my hand down to join Mom but she elbowed me away.

"Pull her panties down," she instructed.

I reached under Jenny's dress to grab her panties by each hip and dragged them down, pulling Mom's hand away with them. Jenny's eyes fluttered open but quickly closed again when Mom's fingers returned to trace a path up the soft inside of her thighs. I tossed the panties aside and pushed my hand above Jenny's knee to follow Mom up her other thigh. Jenny gasped when Mom's delicate fingers reached her pussy.

"Ohhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhh, mmmmmmmmm," she cooed.

I waited in the wings for my turn to play. Jenny was arching her back and writhing against the couch in response to Mom's ministrations, reacting more intensely than when I caressed her the same way. There was no way, I realized, that I could compete with the soft, knowing touch of another woman's hand.

"Come inside," Mom whispered, urging me to push my hand forward. "I'll do the delicate stuff. You go inside. We like it rough too, sometimes."

I pushed up and inserted my fingers into Jenny's pussy, the wettest it had ever felt to me. Jenny gasped.

"That's right, fill her," Mom whispered.

I could feel Mom's hand moving above mine and guessed that her fingers were fluttering over Jenny's clit. I clamped down on Jenny's tit and sucked her nipple hard.

"Ohhhhhh, God," she cried. Whether in response to my action or something Mom was doing, I didn't know.

Mom and I settled in, sucking Jenny's tits and working her pussy, inside and out. Jenny's sighs and moans grew louder and more frequent, and her movements more frantic and erratic, until finally, with an intense heave that dislodged Mom and I from tit and cunt, she came.

Mom barely let Jenny recover. She dragged her by her feet until she was lying flat on the floor, then yanked her dress down her legs and off her feet. Standing, Mom quickly removed her clothes, then crouched over Jenny's sated body. Gently, she laid her larger, mature breasts atop Jenny's swollen, milk-laden tits, aligning her nipples with the younger woman's. She raised her knees and aligned her legs outside Jenny's, pushing her moist pussy down, mashing it against Jenny's own. I heard a growl, but I couldn't tell from which woman.

I stood and watched as the two women worked their pussies together. The were kissing. I hadn't seen when it started but it didin't look like it was going to end any time soon. I began undressing, slowly. Despite the brittle hardness of my erection, I was in no hurry to interrupt this show.

When I was finally naked, I knelt between Jenny's legs, kneeing them far apart. Jenny responded by pulling her knees back as far as Mom's intervening body would allow, tilting her cunt up toward me, mashing it even harder against Mom's. I scrunched forward, trying to get my cock into it but only managed to get the tip inside. I couldn't get any closer. Reaching forward over Mom's back, I dragged a cushion off the couch and pushed the back of Jenny's legs up. Mom lifted her hips to help and I shoved the cushion under Jenny's ass.

Mom immediately recaptured her prey but it was now high enough that I could get my legs under theirs and get closer to my quarry. I pushed, inserted my tip, and then plunged my shaft in as deep as I could, pleased by the satisfied groan my invasion sponsored from Jenny's lips. I started fucking her, struggling to slow my pace, trying to be part of the action without playing a role large enough to change its nature.

After a while the feel of Mom's cunt squishing down on Jenny's and splaying across the top of my cock was too much. I pulled out of Jenny's to a dismayed moan, paused, then slid into Mom's hole. There was a quick cry from Jenny as she realized I wasn't just teasing, that I wan't returning. Mom's groan told her what she already felt. I had slid my shaft inside my mother and was fucking her. If she'd had suspicions before, now she knew.

Somehow, I knew it was now ok to let loose and I began slamming into Mom hard, shoving her pussy lips down hard on Jenny. Everybody was gasping and moaning now and I was grunting with the effort. Fuck this was hot. I thought about switching back and forth but I was too far gone. I couldn't bring myself to pull out of Mom's smoldering hot tunnel. I hunched over Mom's back and started on my final gallop. Slap, slap, slap.

"Unnnnngggghhhhhhh, this is so fucking hot," I cried aloud, stunned that the thought had escaped my head.

"Fuuuuuuckkkk," I cried as I began spewing my load in Mom.

I pushed off Mom's back in time to pull my cock out and splash the next couple of spurts all over Jenny's pussy and the inside of her thighs, then shoved my way back inside her as Mom's ass ground back againt me, seeking her lost pleasure tool.

Exhausted, we lay in a heap. It was a while before we managed to drag ourselves apart. The women went off to have showers and I repaired to the kitchen to make a large pot of tea. I waited and waited but they didn't return even though the night was young. I went upstairs to find out what they were doing, carrying the teapot and three mugs on a tray. The light was on in our room and I headed that way, expecting that Mom was still in the main bathroom since the light was still on under the door and her room was dark.

I passed through the door and discovered why they had been taking so long. My women were making love again, this time with Jenny on top. She turned to look when she heard me put the tray down. As I approached the bed, she slid down Mom's body until her face was in her groin. The first flick of her tongue registered on Mom's face.

"Where on earth have you been?" Mom asked. Jenny mumbled something intelligible, her face buried in Mom's muff.

"Missing out," I answered.

"Clearly," Mom chuckled.

I crawled up behind Jenny and inserted my hardening cock, shoveling it in. Slowly, I began fucking, rocking her mouth back and forth on Mom's pussy. I reached down to grasp Mom's hands and let her take control of my pace, pulling each time she wanted me to shove in. Some time later, Mom pulled her hands away and waved for me to come up beside her. I crawled up to her head and she turned to take me inside her mouth and I gladly slipped my glistening cock into her face.

A minute later, Mom urged my legs over her chest and, shades of our recent past, I was once again riding her face but this time, there was no listless woman lying beneath me. On the contrary, Mom's hands grasped my hips and somewhat controlled the pace and depth of my plunges. It was incredible how she could take my cock right into her throat. I was again marveling at her ability to do this when my mind suddenly emptied itself of that reverie, replaced by the reaction to a new, exquisite sensation.

Jenny was licking my balls and dragging her tongue up my crack. Oh, my fucking God. Half a dozen licks and I superseded Mom's controlling hands, frantically bulging into her throat. When that hot load of lava started shooting up my shaft, I felt Jenny's slippery tongue dart into my forbidden hole. I came so hard I thought the top of my cock would blow right off.

It felt like it did anyway. Mom was pushing wildly at my stomach, trying to dislodge me from her face. I pulled back, my cock popping out of her mouth, followed by a spew of hot, frothy cum. My cock was still spurting, covering Mom's face as she gasped for air.

I paid for that. In the middle of the night, my women woke me from a deep sleep. I was hard. They must have been playing with me for a while before I woke up. Without ceremony, Mom straddled my face and began mashing her pussy on my mouth, squeezing the side of my head with her legs and commanding me to push out my tongue. As soon as I did, Mom's pussy enveloped it and I felt Jenny sliding down my shaft. I felt like a two-hump camel with a rider on my face and another on my cock. When the ride was done, and I lay gasping for breath, I was allowed a brief respite. Then the riders switched humps.

I tried my best to give them a rewarding ride but there was little I coiuld do. They were in control.
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Mom stayed in her own room after that, but only for show. Usually, we all slept together. Sometimes, Jenny would shoo me away, begging for a good night's sleep. Mom would be waiting for me, one side of her bed opened and beckoning. Other times, Jenny would pull me close, saying that Mom was tired. Though I didn't really feel like it, I sometimes complained that I needed my beauty rest too and begged Mom to let me trade beds for night. I knew my women liked to make love in their own way and sometimes their afternoon episodes, which usually happened a couple of times a week, weren't long enough for the tender lovemaking they specialized in with each other. Sometimes they needed a whole night and part of the next morning.

We were very content, especially Mom.

I had realized one morning, sitting alone in the kitchen with my coffee after a night alone, that Mom had never really been a hippy. She was an adventurer, a fun-seeker, and her funseeking days were over. She had reached her nirvana: Fun sought her.​