Misc. Erotica Mother’s Helping Hands

"Well, that's wonderful news, isn't it?" My stepmom asked. "Your father will be so happy. I know he's been worried about you."

At the mention of my dad, all the good cheer from earlier left me, and I turned to stare out the window. The man was basically an absentee father, who had married Lisa, so he didn't have to raise his kid himself. I imagined that if my mom had lived, he would have divorced her. I tried not to think so uncharitably about my father, but it was hard sometimes.

“What’s for dinner?” I asked, trying to change the subject.

"I was planning on putting a roast on this morning so that we could have a feast tonight!" She said in a cheerful voice, trying to get me excited.

"That sounds great mom, thanks." She could hear the lack of excitement in my voice and gave me a concerned look. I smiled, trying to reassure her I was ok and looked back out the window. We spent the rest of the drive-in silence, and when we got home, she helped me out and into bed, promising to bring me a surprise in a couple of hours. I was exhausted from the morning's ordeal and took a nap under the late morning's warm sun.

That afternoon she fed me small bites of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and we watched an afternoon talk show together, laughing at the silly storylines they came up with for these things. Mom looked ravishing, her hair brushed to a lustrous shine, and her makeup perfect. I couldn't help but enjoy the occasional glimpses of her in profile, or down her plunging neckline as she leaned over to feed me. She watched my eyes drinking in her curves and smiled warmly, but never said anything.

"Let's get you out of this bed for a bit," she said when I finished eating.

"Where are we going?" I asked curiously.

“I thought we might spend the afternoon out by the pool," she said with a cheerful smile. She cleaned up and then went to her room to change into her suit. When she got back to my room, I was stunned into silence at the sight of her in a red string bikini. I'd never seen her wear one before. She always wore one of her more conservative two pieces. This new suit clung to her curves like a second skin, the small triangles of fabric containing her breasts, and ass were held in place by thin red strings that cut deliciously into the soft skin of hips and sides.

My dick was hard as she pulled down my shorts and began to slide my trunk up my legs. She was kneeling beside me and looked up at me, biting her lower lip as she gave it a gentle stroke, then with a mischievous smile tucked me into the trunks. I groaned in disappointment, but she just patted me on the butt lightly.

"Head on out to the pool, young man," She said, "I'm going get a pitcher of iced tea ready."

I headed out and maneuvering myself carefully, took a seat in one of the padded chairs on the deck. It was a beautiful day, and the warm sunlight picked up my mood, especially so when my mom came waltzing out of the sliding glass door with a pitcher in one hand and two glasses in the other, her breasts and hips swaying hypnotically as she walked over.

Mom took the lounger just before me, affording me a view straight at her gorgeous body as she massaged suntan lotion into her skin. God, how I wished I had the use of my hands to help her, as she slid the white cream over her thighs and stomach. She turned back to glance at me just as she was finishing and caught me looking, my cheeks coloring. She looked down and saw the massive tent in my trunks, her eyes taking on a lusty look.

"Oh my," she said, getting up and coming over, "You weren't able to calm down after changing Jack?"

"No," I said, embarrassed and excited, "you're just too hot mom, I'm so sorry."

"Hush darling, you don't have to be sorry." She took a towel and folding it, laid it down between my feet, then knelt on it. Her hands were sliding up my thighs, eyes alight on mine. "Mommy loves to hear that, now let me help you, so you can relax and enjoy the afternoon."

I wanted to tell her that I couldn't enjoy anything more than the feeling of her stroking me off, but I didn't want to be crass, and she already had me in her soft oily hands. Sliding both up and down my cock, she watched its massive length harden even more under her ministrations. Her tits were jiggling with each stroke of her hands, and I felt the orgasm building in me, my balls tightening. Mom looked up at me and smiled, her lips parted and mouth open as she drew closer to the head of my cock. Just then, the doorbell rang, and mom started up, surprised.

"Oh, that's your aunt!" she said and ran off into the house, her massive breasts swaying wildly as she ran. I sat there in the backyard, trunks down around my ankles and cock, standing up straight. Thank god none of the neighboring houses had views into our yard. Mom came back into the backyard her cheeks flushed as she resumed her place between my legs, hands taking up my cock in her soft grip. My aunt followed her into the backyard, a wicked gleam in her eyes as she watched her sister jacking me off.

"I'm sorry," mom said as her hand slid up and down my cock. She tried not to look at her sister, her eyes focused on her work, "I was in the middle of Jack's treatment when you showed up."

"Don't let me stop you." She said as she pulled off her t-shirt, revealing her own blue bikini top. Staring at my aunt's breasts and body revealed right next to my stepmom's. My eyes were dancing between moms swaying breasts and working hands and my aunt as she leaned against the table, crossing her arms beneath her breasts. I could smell their aromas on the air and wondered if either of them was wet.

"Don't you worry about chafing Lisa?" Aunt Lauren asked, giving me a wink from behind my mom.

"I hadn't thought about it," mom said, "I've been careful to use oil or lotion most of the time." Her hands pausing, she looked up at me with concerned eyes, "Does it feel ok, Jack?"

“Oh god mom, that feels amazing!” I said.

"I think a little variety would still be good," aunt Sharon said, walking up beside my mom.

"What do you mean?" mom asked. Sharon didn't answer, she just put her hand on the back of my mom's head and slowly pushed it forward. I watched my mom's eyes go wide, and her mouth open wide, and with a nervous but excited smile, she let her sister push her head down onto my cock.

"Oh, god!" I cried out when her wet lips and hot mouth slipped over the soft head.

Then the wet sucking sounds of her mouth filled the back yard, and my aunt watched, sliding a hand down her round belly and into the bottoms of her bikini, rubbing her pussy. My mom closed her eyes, her face a mask of bliss and love as she sucked my cock as deep as she could, her tongue playing over the head as it slid in and out of her lips.

"I'm cumming!" I announced, and mom's eyes opened wide, her tits swaying wildly as she drove herself up and down on my cock, her hand sliding just before her mouth.

"Swallow it, Lisa! Swallow your son's cum!" Aunt Lauren said, and I saw her eyes close in sweet bliss as she came on her fingers. Lust filled my mom's eyes and a submissive need I'd never seen before as she began to swallow each of my huge spurts of cum as quickly as she could. Some dripped out and down her chin, dripping onto her massive tits as the orgasm left me. She pulled back and swallowed it all down with a big smile, pushing the little dribble into her mouth and sucking her fingers clean.

“You’re cum tastes like pineapple and strawberries, Jack,” mom said in wonder, “I’ve never heard of anything like it!”

“Really?” aunt Sharon asked.

"You have to try it sometime," mom said, giving me a secret wink as she stood, "I'm sure Jack wouldn't mind, and I could use the help, he certainly does have a healthy young man's needs. Then she walked back to her lounger, her perfect ass swaying as she lay down to soak up the sun. My aunt laying out beside her, two heavenly MILF beauties. What other wonders might happen out by the pool this afternoon?​