Incest/Taboo Hugs for My Son

"We'll see." Heather and Paula spoke the words at the same time and then burst out laughing.

As they drove down the windy lane to Jim and Heather's cabin, the bumpy road jostled Donny's hands about on each woman's thigh but not all of the movement could be attributed to the road. Neither woman complained, although doing so was almost a ritual for Heather when she was riding with her husband along this road.

The men were on the side veranda of the cottage when they pulled up, talking and gesturing about something. Heather put the car in park and shut the engine off but neither woman made a move to exit the vehicle. As they sat there watching the men, Donny kept his hands in place, gently massaging each woman, the presence of their husbands electrifying the thrill he felt from the contact of their own small, soft hands. Donny slipped his hands deeper between each pair of thighs. Each parted in unison to allow him easier access. He pulled his hands back to apply gentle but firm pressure, slightly squeezing the mounds he found there. Each woman arched her back slightly as, again in sync, they pressed back against him.

Oblivious, the men slowly walked away toward the front of the cabin, disappearing around the corner to take in the view over the lake. After they disappeared, Heather turned to Paula, "Let's take our boy out in the canoe, maybe to that beach on the other side of the peninsula."

Paula answered with her own suggestion of an adventure, "That would be wonderful. Maybe we'll have time to see another spot that I'd love to show you."

Both women kissed Donny's cheek, then several more times, each nibbling at his neck before they reluctantly opened their doors and got out of the car. Donny had to wait a few minutes before he was able to follow them.
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When Donny rounded the corner onto the front veranda of the cabin, the men and woman were all looking down at the lake, discussing the canoe. Apparently, Jim and Don wanted to use the canoe as well to paddle down the lake so Don could see how much things had changed. Heather was taking issue but a look from Paula seemed to instantly change her mind.

"You know what? It looks like a wind may come up, so maybe that's not such a good idea for us. You two go ahead while Paula and I catch up." Jim looked happy, and Don a little perplexed at Heather's turnaround, perhaps hoping to have gone on a short trip with Heather.

Paula chimed in, "Donny, you can stay here. You don't need these guys boring you with how much cottages cost these days."

"That's a good idea. You stay here and let me show you some pictures of Rachel. She's so grown up now, just like you."

As the men walked down to the beach to get the canoe, the women and Donny leant over the railing on the veranda to watch their progress. Even before the canoe had carried its passengers past the dock next door, Don and Paula's old place, arms had been placed around each other. Without comment or explanation, Heather broke contact to unbutton her blouse and Paula disappeared into the cabin. Donny turned to watch Heather's blouse slowly reveal the bra underneath, not as large as his mother's but interesting nonetheless. The blouse gone, Heather resumed leaning on the railing and watching the receding canoe. Prompted by Donny's steady gaze, Heather lifted her elbows from the railing, unsnapped her bra and pulled it away from her breasts, revealing two perfect pear-shaped tits, with substantial dark pink nipples standing up proudly in the early afternoon sun.

Just then, Paula returned with a bottle of sunscreen in her hand. "Come stand behind her, Donny," she instructed her son. Paula took Donny's place as she handed him the sunscreen. Without waiting for further instruction, Donny began applying the lotion to Heather's bare back, his fingers light, in no particular hurry. Paula reached down to grasp the belt on Heather's jeans. "You must be baking in these," she said as she undid the belt, opened the snap and slid the short zipper down. Paula then simply turned to rest her own elbows on the rail as Donny continued massaging Heather's back while they watched their husbands paddle down the lake. "I think her back is down now, Donny," she said, quietly as the lakeside ambience demanded.

Donny, squirted a copious amount of lotion into his hands, squeezed them together to divide the contents evenly between both hands, and the reached underneath Heather's arms. Bringing his hands up, he cautiously cupped the underside of Heathers hanging breasts, smoothing the lotion up around the lower swell of her tits before venturing up and over their crests, pushing his creamy palms down in a twisting motion to grind their contents onto her nipples, hard enough to push them sideways and then rolling them around as he mashed her tits against her chest. "Ah, I love it here on the lake, Paula," Heather sighed. "You and Donny really should come out, in the middle of the week so we can enjoy the peace and quiet on our own."

Paula turned to look at her friend just as Donny began squeezing her tits, sliding up to pinch and tug her nipples the way Paula enjoyed so much. She could feel her own nipples hardening as she watched, mesmerized by Donny's fondling hands and the supremely satisfied countenance on Heather's face. Turning to see the men just disappearing around the corner of the peninsula, she couldn't help but feel smugly satisfied as she contemplated the scene, there and on the veranda, except for a small 'Poor Jim' feeling which she quickly shrugged off.

Turning back to watch her son caressing her friend, she reached down grasp Heather's jeans. "Let's get these off, now." Kneeling down, she tugged them over Heather's hips, pulling them off as Heather lifted her feet to help. When she stood, Donny was already pushing himself into Heather from behind. Taking the sunscreen from where Donny had left it on the railing, Paula reached in to pry Donny away from her friend. With her free hand, she quickly pulled Heather's panties down, pushing them down to cling around her upper thighs. She squeezed a liberal amount of lotion onto the top of Heather's small but prominently protruding buttocks, making sure that most of it oozed into the crevice between her cheeks.

"There you go, Donny. Let her feel you, now."

Paula grasped the elastic band of Donny's shorts, pulling them and his underwear out and down his front to free his cock, which sprang forward to slap against Heather's bare ass, prompting a small gasp. Paula grasped the base of his cock and pressed it forward, pushing it between Heather's cheeks until it almost disappeared. "Give it to her," she whispered hoarsely to her son.

Donny didn't need that final instruction, he was already moving his meat up and down Heather's ass. He couldn't help but squeeze her tits tighter and pinch her nipples harder as he increased the power of his thrusts. He knew he wouldn't last long. Her protruding pear-shaped buttocks, not fat but much more ample than his mother's, fully enveloped his cock, now sliding quickly up and down her well-greased ass. Heather was moaning and pushing her ass back at him with every thrust. Despite his own harsh breathing, he heard his mother whisper in Heather's ear, "Don't worry, he won't go inside you. Just relax and let it happen."

"No, I want to feel him in me," Heather almost shouted, pushing her ass back farther and arching her back to twist her pelvis up. Donny's cock slid right down the crack of her ass and. On his next thrust, his cock pushed its aching head right between her pussy lips. With just the briefest pause, from shock or triumph, it bludgeoned in, continuing full stroke with almost no resistance up the most incredibly slick channel until Donny felt his pubic hair mash against Heather's ass. His first fuck! His first time in a hot, wet cunt!

Donny stopped, holding his cock in her, afraid if he pulled back he'd never get back in. He pushed, rotating his cock around, holding it all the way in, lifting Heather up on her toes as she grasped the railing tight. He gloried in the feel of her, in the feel of his own cock as he'd never felt it before, so fully sheathed by warm, wet, clutching flesh.

"Donny! No!" Paula cried.

"Yes ... fuck me," Heather grunted at the same time. "Come on, fuck me, fuck your mother!"

Donny immediately starting banging her, hammering her with his cock. Paula ... shocked, suddenly cried out, "Yes ... fuck her ... fuck your Mom!" She stepped close to Heather as Donny rocked her forward with his frantic thrusts, holding her head, kissing her cheek, turning Heather's face toward her until Heather's eyes met her own, "Fuck our son, fuck our boy." As Heather's eyes acknowledged her command, Paula kissed her friend fully on the lips, her tongue slipping into her mouth. Paula was shocked at herself. She had never, ever eyed a woman, never felt a sexual feeling toward one of her own kind in her entire life. But, this moment was different to anything she had previously experienced, so overwhelmingly erotic.

She felt Heather come, just as she felt Donny explode in her friend's pussy. Heather's tongue had been deep in Paula's mouth since that first kiss, shoving into her mouth in time with Donny's thrusts, as if it was an extension of his cock, fucking both of his mothers at the same time. As Donny's spurts subsided, he involuntarily shoved into her slower, and less frequently, but Heather's coinciding tongue thrusts were clearly intentional, shoving into Paula's mouth with each prompting thrust from Donny. When Heather opened her eyes to gaze lovingly into her own, Paula felt her own pussy flooding her panties, even though no one, including herself, had touched her.

When Donny finally pulled out and stepped away, Heather turned to envelop Paula in her arms, holding her, continuing to kiss her. Paula tried to pull away but Heather held her, hugging her close. Donny reached ahead to grasp his mother by her upper arms, pulling her back against him, needing to have her near. Heather let him pull Paula away, Paula's head falling back against her son's shoulder as she slumped against him, letting him support some of her weight. She could feel Heather undoing the buttons on the front of her dress. When the last button was undone, Heather's hands pushed her dress over her hips and let it fall to the deck, then slid up following the curve of her waist to pull her back to hold her once more.

She'd never held her belly against another woman's before but she felt more comforted than aroused, even though her bare breasts pressed against Heather's. Heather's arms held her tight. "Put lotion on her," she whispered to Donny. A moment later, she felt her son spreading lotion on her back. "Not there," Heather instructed, "here." She felt Heather's soft feminine fingers slide from her waist over the swell of her buttocks. "It's her turn now. We need to be even."

Could Donny have recovered already? Her mind must have been moving in slow motion because his hands were already spreading sunscreen over her cheeks, sliding underneath her sexy little panties. Heather's hands slid down, pushing Paula's panties down, down, below the round bottom of her butt until they clung around the top of her thighs. Right away, she felt Donny's cock press into the crevice between her cheeks. There was no longer any doubt; he was rock hard. She felt pride well up in her, for her son and his manly response but also for herself, to be capable of making him so hard so soon after fucking the daylights out of a very sexy woman. She waited for him to begin sliding his cock up and down, wanting to feel his cream shooting up her back, to show Heather that she, too, could make her boy come hard. She moved her ass up and down a little to encourage him. Donny started humping his cock up and down her crack, his hands finding her tits, squeezing them and pulling on her nipples the way she now loved so much.

Dimly, she realized Heather was whispering to her. "Feel him. ... Isn't it good? ... You know it is, soooo good. ... You love it. ... The feel of it ... You know you do. ... The feel of his ... cock. Feel it. ... His cock."

She kept this up, whispering to her constantly as Donny's cock continued sliding and pushing between her cheeks.

"You know you want it. ... In you. In you, Paula."

"No, I can't," she gasped. "I can't do that."

"Yes, you can. ... and you want to. You know it. ... Open your legs. Let him come close. Just let him slide underneath. ... Come on, Paula. Let him. He deserves it. ... He's your boy."

Paula let her legs open. Donny kept fucking against her ass. She felt Heather's hand move down from her waist to guide Donny's cock, pushing its head down through her crack, and under. Donny was pushing his cock between her legs now, shoving it through, sliding underneath her wet pussy. His thrusts became more urgent.

"Slow down, tiger," Heather whispered. "Push up against her, right against her pussy. Your mother's pussy. Slide on it."

Paula could feel Donny dip down to angle his cock up higher. Then his cock plowed a furrow between her lips. Again. Again. And again. It felt so good, so deliciously illicit, so taboo.

"That's it," Heather urged, "You're almost fucking her. Your cock's on your Mom's pussy. Push it harder against her. Come on, harder."

Donny's cock was almost gouging her now. She opened her legs more to make it easier for both of them.

"Let me feel how close you are, baby." Heather's hand slipped down the front of Paula's mound, cupping her pussy. "Come on, Donny, up close. I want to feel you hit my hand."

Donny's cock suddenly felt like it was almost in her pussy now as Heather pushed its head up against Paula on each forward thrust. It was almost like she was trying to push the head of his cock into her. God, it felt so good, his cock just dipping into her, and Heather's palm rubbing up and down over her clit.

"Push up more, Donny! Push up," Heather urged over Paula's shoulder. Then it happened. Donny's cock slipped into her, just a little. He stopped, knowing he was in, in the forbidden cavern, afraid to go farther but not wanting to slide back out.

"That's it, Donny. You're in her! Push, baby. All the way. ... Come on, Donny! Shove it in her!" Donny responded to Heather's urgent commands. His cock slid all the way in. Holding there for only a second, he began thrusting in and out. Slowly at first, then quickening with harder thrusts.

"That's right, baby. Fuck her. Fuck your Mom." Heather's urging was almost frantic now. Paula felt Heather's hand replaced by something far softer, warm and wet. Her cunt! Paula was pressing her pussy against hers.

"FUCK HER HARD, Donny! I want to feel you. Fuck your mothers. FUCK US!"

Donny began hammering into Paula from behind, slamming her against Heather's pussy. He was really going now. Paula hung onto Heather, throwing her arms her neck, chin over her shoulder. As she felt Donny squirting his spunk into her, she saw a canoe round the peninsula in the distance. Heather's pussy was rubbing up against hers, just as frantically as Donny's balls were slapping against the backs of her thighs. They were coming on her, front and back. She released her own fluid on them, eyes focused on the men who were still too far away to recognize. Her cunt was on fire, filled with her son's cock, her clit stabbing into the lips of another woman's pussy.

As they gathered their breath, Paula whispered, "They're coming back. We'd better get dressed."

Donny slipped his cock out of his mother but before he could stoop to pick up his shorts, Heather fell to her knees before him and quickly slurped his softening cock into her mouth. She sucked hard on him, drawing the remaining semen out of his shaft. Paula pulled her dress on and buttoned it up as she watched Heather pulling her son's cock into her, right to the root. "Heather," she whispered, "They're coming. We'll have time to play again. We'll make sure of that."

When Heather pulled her mouth off Donny's cock, he was hard again. Both woman laughed. "You got that right," Heather laughed again. She grasped Donny by his cock and tugged him into the cabin. "Are they on shore yet?"

"No," Paula replied, "they're about a hundred yards away."

"Good," Heather replied, "Let me know when they start up the trail. She lifted her leg up onto Donny's hip and used her fingers to guide his cock into her. "Your other Mom needs it again, Donny. Fuck me, baby." And then, to encourage him, egging him on, "Think of all the ways you can fuck us, fuck your Moms, with your magic cock."​