Incest/Taboo Tag You're it

"Guess you found out huh?" I said feeling more than a bit sheepishly.

"Yeah...guess we both did. But the point is Daniel, I allowed it to happen, I allowed things to continue because I wanted to continue them. Like I said, I could have stopped it at any time after that, and I didn't. And the reason I didn't, is because I liked it, hell Daniel, I loved it! And I wanted more than that, a lot more...but then, you left. So...what I want to know now is, is why? Did the fact that we did what we did, freak you out? Does it bother or upset you now knowing what it was I allowed you to do?"

I just sat there staring at her with my mouth open. "Are you kidding me? No! That was the most erotic, sensual experiences of my life mom, but that's just it...you are my mother, and I shouldn't be saying this, or feeling this about you, but I wanted to do more, a hell of a lot more, but the last thing I wanted to ever have you do...is hate me because of it!"

I watched as mom stood, watched as her hands undid the last almost undone tie of her belt as her robe fully opened. She stood there, her body fully revealed to me once again, her exquisite breasts, her hard erect nipples already stiffening even as she stood there in front of me.

"You do indeed remember the little game we used to play on the weekends yes?"

"Yes," I said breathlessly sitting there looking at her.

"Well, I think...we've sort of started playing it again now haven't we?"

"Yes," I said once again, though still not sure to what extent it was that she'd meant by that.

"Then let's just continue doing that, for the time being at least. At whatever point one of us decides we no longer want to play, or shouldn't then the game ends. Fair enough?"

"Fair enough," I answered, though I honestly, or perhaps stupidly still didn't know where this was all headed.

But she was smiling, and that in turn made me smile.

"Well then, like I said earlier in the shower, Tag, you're it. That means...you owe me something doesn't it?"

"It does," I said as I sat there drinking her in.

"And that means, whatever we want the other one to do for us, just like before too yes?"

"Yes."

Once again she smiled, turning that into an even bigger grin. "What I want then baby, is for you to finish what you didn't quite finish last night."

Mom now walked around the table until she stood directly in front of me. She then lifted one leg, placing her foot upon mine. As she did so, she displayed herself quite openly. I almost drooled, sitting there looking at that wet juicy slit again, only this time with mom actually offering it to me, wide awake now, unpretending.

"Go ahead Daniel, touch it, please...please touch me."

This was one time that she didn't need to ask me twice. I easily reached up, sliding my finger back and forth between her swollen lips, feeling her shudder as I did so, hearing the catch in her breath as I eased my index finger inside, worming it about softly. As close as she was, it was no effort at all to then lean over, the tip of my tongue just barely grazing her as well. I began to taste my mother's cunt, my head swimming in the intoxicating aroma and flavor of her. I again felt her shudder, her hands suddenly coming up to hold onto the top of my head for support and balance, though I simultaneously felt her hands press me even more fully against her at the same time.

"Suck it Daniel, suck it...please baby, suck it for mommy!"

In all the time Penny and I had fooled around together, I had never once gone down on her. Not that I didn't want to, or hadn't tried. It was just another of those things she had felt would eventually lead to another. Just the way the hand job would eventually lead to a blow job, something else I'd never experienced before either.

And now, here I was, licking and sucking my own mother's cunt! I was still fingering her too, the delight of the sensation, and the slickness of my finger as I stroked her in and out, soon after adding another much to her delight. My lips still pulling at her sweet precious clit, my tongue occasionally flicking it instead, then back to sucking or simply running my tongue up and down between her lips as she stood over me, still holding my head against herself, panting hotly as she did so.

"Oh fuck baby fuck! That's it...oh yes, just like that! Make me cum baby, make mommy cum!"

She was thrashing against me, wildly. My fingers impaling her, though at the moment it was hard actually keeping them inside her, so I simply pressed inwards, holding them there. My lips now clamped like a vise around her tender hard clit, sucking it like a nipple. A second later she quit thrashing, becoming more like a petrified piece of wood as she suddenly became very still, even her breath suddenly stopping. She hovered on whatever ledge that it was, and then suddenly and simply exploded. The sheer magnitude of her pleasured scream surprised me, the deep moan sounding unlike any sound I had ever heard her make before, traveling far up from the depths of her soul until it unleashed itself in her guttural cry of release. As she did, her pussy likewise seemed to come apart, her lips fluttering, but I soon realized that was because of the liquid spray that now began bathing my face. I sat drowning in her essence, content to do so, content to suffocate if I could, lapping at her, drinking her in as my mother showered her pleasure all over me.

I continued to lovingly sit there lapping up what remained of her spending. She quivered, and then stepped away on shaky legs finally sitting down. "Oh my God!" she said breathlessly. "Oh my God, Daniel, that was...heavenly! I'd almost forgotten what that felt like."

"Then I did alright? Ok?" I asked.

She just sat looking at me with the biggest smile on her face I had ever seen before, certainly in not quite such a long time now anyway.

"Better than alright," she told me. "Where ever on earth did you learn how to do that anyway?" She asked.

"No one...first time for me," I told her feeling embarrassed at the admission.

"Seriously? No one? Not even Penny?"

Now it was my turn to laugh. "Penny and I didn't do nearly as many things as you might think we did mom," I told her. "And that's just one of them."

It was then that mom glanced at the clock and realized what time it was. "Oh my God! I hate to finger-fuck and run baby, but I'm going to be late enough to work as it is!"

Hearing mom use the word "fuck" was strange enough, but the fact I'd just done that and more still left me sitting there with my head spinning, not to mention a very aroused hard cock. She smiled turning, "I know you have to work late tonight, but tomorrow we at least have the weekend to continue our game, if in fact you still want to," she told me. "Take the day to think about it, I know that this is all still pretty new for us both, and I'm sure we both need to consider the implications of it should we decide to," she finalized. Mom hurriedly headed upstairs to dress. I licked my lips, the sweet taste of my mother's spending still clicking to my face. I had already made up my mind with regards to all this, waiting until she came back down the stairs grabbing her keys on her way out the door.

I stood in the hallway hidden behind the alcove as she grabbed her briefcase and peered back behind her, no doubt looking for me. Heading towards the door, I stepped in behind her as she passed, my hand firmly placed upon her ass as she reached for it.

"Tag...you're it!" I said smiling.

I got home just before midnight. Mom's car was in the driveway, but all the lights were off inside the house as I entered. I had noticed as I approached that even the bedroom window of her room showed nothing but darkness, obviously she had had another long hard day and had gone to bed. I entered the house through the front door, heading immediately for the kitchen to grab myself a coke from the fridge before heading off towards the family room where I decided to watch a little TV before going to bed.

I hit the light switch as I entered the room, but the overhead light didn't come on. I figured it must have burnt out, "A chore for tomorrow," I thought as I headed over towards the couch intending to turn on the table lamp. It was then that I saw her, or rather the outline of her as she stood there in the middle of the dark room obviously waiting for me.

"Mom?" Even though it was dark, I could see by her silhouette that she didn't have anything on.

"You tagged me before I got out the door this morning," she finally responded. I could hear the nervousness in her tone of voice, though there was obvious excitement there too. "It's not quite past midnight yet," she then added in that same tone of voice, "So it's still technically your turn. What would you like me to do?"

I set my coke down on the coffee table. My mind already a blur as I considered my obvious options, still not quite fully believing this really was happening, or about to as I found myself now believing.

"Suck me?" I questioned as I stood there in the darkness. I heard her chuckle, but that was soon followed with a pleasurable sigh too.

"Been a while since I've even done that," she said. "I'm sure I'll be a bit rusty."

Like I would even know. The number of times I had tried to get Penny to suck me even just a little had been an adventure in and of itself. Mom could have been the worst at doing it and I'd never know, for me...I was on the verge of experiencing my first ever blow-job, from my very own mother no less, already my cock was hardening rapidly as I saw her finally moving towards me, but not before grabbing several large comfy pillows off the couch, tossing them down on the floor between us.

"Take your clothes off and lay down," she half whispered with a lusty catch in her voice. I scrambled out of my clothes quicker than I ever had, soon after standing there, my rigid prick bobbing up and down in front of me. "Hmm, you certainly don't have your fathers cock," she then said as I positioned myself on the floor as mom stood over me looking down. There was just enough light coming in through the window outside to see well enough by, and I could certainly see her as she stood there looking at me. Though her comment made me wonder what she had meant until she clarified that. "It's much, much bigger," she grinned enthusiastically, joining me there on the floor amongst the pillows. Like an idiot, I guess I expected her to simply attack my cock, but she didn't. Instead, she lay beside me, her lips reaching mine as we kissed. It wasn't a brief somewhat affectionate kiss either, but a long deep soulful one that sent shivers up and down my spine.

In addition to the kiss, I felt her full soft breasts pressing against me, the twin points of her nipples digging into my chest, my hands automatically coming up to touch her along the sides, feeling the weight of them, the fullness as we continued the languorous erotic kiss. Reluctantly, she finally ended it, the dance of our tongues parting, the taste of her still fresh on my lips as she slowly began to make her way down, her tongue, lips kissing, nipping all along my chest down to my belly.

"Oh God!" I moaned as goose bumps emerged running ahead of her mouth all the way to my groin. "Fuck!" I then moaned, the vulgar word I had so carefully avoided using in front of her in the past, now sounding erotically wicked, sensual instead. I heard her small laugh as she continued tickling, exploring me with her tongue and lips.

"Excited are we?" she murmured into my flesh, and then adding, "Don't hold back...just enjoy," she breathed against my skin, once again licking, nipping and kissing my naval, lingering there for several long precious moments as her tongue now fucked, stabbing into it as though it had in fact become a miniature cunt, reminding me of the rapturous joy I had experienced with her earlier on that morning.

Mom took some measure in delight at teasing me as I soon after felt her tongue swirling around and about my prick without yet touching it. The area of my groin suddenly intensified in sensitivity, every single little nip, or tongue lick causing me to bounce, shiver, or arch my back in pleasure. When her warm soft hand finally surrounded my shaft, it was all I could do to keep myself from ejaculating right then and there.

"Relax," she whispered, though I heard the excitement in her own voice as her tongue finally landed on the tip of my shaft, spearing the tiny eye slit she found there momentarily. "Enjoy..." she moaned into the top of my cock, just seconds before her warm succulent mouth encircled it.

"Holy fuck!" I grimaced through my teeth, hissing the pleasured words as I felt mom's lips gently begin to gobble down my shaft, slowly making their way downwards towards my balls which she now fondled gently, softly, rolling them within the palm of her hand.

Lying on the floor as we were, the full moon cast its light in upon us, giving us just enough to see by. Like a spectator watching, I glanced up, if there had been a man in the moon, he'd have been smiling, I certainly was. I looked down and over back towards my mother, her lips only then slowly working their way back up my shaft. I felt her hand following, grasping my hard firm erection, the slow soft stroke of it in an opposite direction from her lips, a tug of war with my prick that drove me nearly mad with desire.

"Oh fuck! Fuck!" I moaned again over and over. Mom had slightly increased her tempo, her mouth now working my shaft with deliberate forceful strokes. I certainly wasn't huge by any means, but the girth of my prick had caused her to have difficulty breathing around it, though I was sure that was due in part to her own excitement as well. I felt the drool of her saliva, somehow making the whole experience even more decadent, more wicked feeling. The slippery sounds her mouth and hands now made as she stroked me, sucked me, and periodically just licked me as I lay there.

I could already feel the churning deep within my balls, surprised that I had held out for as long as I had already. These were new sensations for me, the thrill I was experiencing was beyond anything else I had ever known. If mom was indeed rusty at doing this as she'd said, I could only imagine what a non-rusty blowjob would feel like. I fought with all my strength trying to delay the inevitable, once again hearing her words as she felt my internal struggle through my prick.

"Don't fight it baby, if you're ready, then just lay back and enjoy it," she mouthed around me.

At that moment I wanted to cum so bad, and then of course I didn't either. I wanted this sensation, this experience to go on and on forever! I felt her mouth totally engulf me, somehow impossibly taking my entire shaft fully into her mouth and throat. I felt her lips nibbling, tickling the base of my prick, my balls tighter than they had ever been, her hand cupping them, working and now milking them. There was no hope for it then. The pleasured pain of struggle finally gave way, the intensity of release already soaring up through the length of my shaft. I soon felt the first surge, the explosion of my spunk as it began to pummel the inside of my mother's mouth. I heard her gag on it, taking it, finally allowing herself to actually expel my spunk, drooling it about my shaft though she continued the up and down sucking motions of her lips. I watched as my cum poured from her mouth, only to be gathered up once again as she consumed my prick in its entirety. At the tip, she again spit, my cream now frothy as though having been churned, watching it flow like poured syrup once again down my shaft, her hands taking pleasure in playing in it, sticky strands linking themselves between her fingers as she continued the time-stopping pleasure of my cock.

Though I was long since done, laying there in the afterglow of delights I had never known or experienced before, I continued to feel the soft gentle caress of mom's lips and tongue upon my rapidly deflating prick. How long she did so, I didn't know, drifting in and out of consciousness after that, waking to find her each and every time still cuddled up on the floor next to me. I could feel the softness of her breasts once again pressed against my side, one leg thrown over mine in repose, my hand resting gently and comfortably on her ass.

It was the filter of sunshine dancing on my face that woke me, informing me it was again morning. I woke, mom nowhere to be seen, but again the aroma of freshly brewed coffee alerting my senses. I finally sat up, stretched and then slipped into my jeans, padding barefoot into the kitchen.

Mom turned smiling as I entered. "Oh good, I was just about to come in and wake you," she told me. I was somewhat disappointed to see that she was dressed, all ready for the day. "Sharon's on her way over," she then informed me, giving reason for the change. "You might want to straighten up the family room," she grinned. Letting me know as she said that, that Sharon might pose a few awkward questions in seeing it the way it was now. "And shower too!" she then added wiggling her nose. "Not that I mind it, but you do tend to smell a little like hot sticky sex!" Mom poured me a cup of coffee handing it to me.

"Have I got time enough to at least drink this?" I asked.

"Twenty minutes worth or so," she said smiling. I had turned to sit down at the table then briefly. As I did, I felt her hand touch me from behind. "And by the way...Tag, you're it!"

I grinned into my cup without turning around to look at her. "Be careful when doing that, I'd hate to embarrass you in front of Sharon," I told her.

"You wouldn't!" she said in a semi-worried tone of voice. Once again I just smiled, and then left the room to straighten up and shower before Sharon got there. My mind already swirling with the erotic possibilities.

I liked Sharon. She was the one who had purchased the vibrator for my mother, though she had also set her up on one of the two disastrous dates she had had too. Like mom, Sharon was approximately the same age give or take a year, and though still married, I had overheard a few phone conversations between them. Sharon certainly wasn't no prude, and dallied from time to time on the side whenever the mood, or the guy struck her fancy. She had made mom blush more than a few times, sharing with her in detail about some of her on the side sexual excursions, and though mom at times would interrupt her with the word, "Sharon!" feigning shock and surprise at some of her antics, I knew she had loved every minute in hearing them.

By the time I had finished showering and slipped into a pair of tight fitting cut off jeans and a tee shirt, I could hear the two of them once again chatting away down in the kitchen over a cup of coffee. I quietly made my way down stairs, curious as usual, and wondering if I might in fact overhear anything of interest.

"Frankly Sam, I'm surprised at your reluctance to share with me, you know perfectly well that I share all my naughty fun experiences with you!"

Mom's name was Samantha, but everyone had always called her Sam for short. I stood just outside the kitchen entry, standing behind the wall listening. I heard mom lower her voice conspiratorially as she spoke.

"To be perfectly honest with you Sharon, you'd probably be shocked even if I were to tell you. And I don't want to lose you as a friend if I were too for another thing. I'm still not sure about it myself yet, and until I am, I'd really prefer not discussing it."

I frowned worriedly upon hearing that. It sounded to me like mom was already having second thoughts about it all though I listened as she continued.

"Even your telling me about your ex-brother in-law and his new wife is nothing in comparison to this, and you know how shocked I was when you told me about that!"

"Shocked yes, but it made you horny too," Sharon teased. "I know, because I can always see it in your face when you are. Tell me you didn't later on masturbate while thinking about what I shared with you either!"

There was a momentary pause of silence, and then I heard mom laugh. "You know me too well," she admitted. "Yes...I did in fact, thanks to your gift to me. But that still doesn't change anything Sharon, I just can't tell you about it, not yet anyway. Not until I've come to better terms with it myself!"

"You know I'm not going to let up until you tell me," Sharon warned, "Especially now that you've got my curiosity up. Obviously that perpetual smile on your face has something to do with it, I haven't seen you look this happy in months!"

That one did make me smile, but I also decided it was now time to make an appearance, have a little fun with this, and see just how flustered I could make mom feel in front of Sharon without giving too much away. I retreated back up the stairs quietly, and then proceeded on back down the stairs normally. Sure enough, they both heard me long before I had come into the kitchen, mom already pouring me a fresh cup of coffee even before I entered. I watched her sit that down, likewise adding a few additional cookies to the plate they'd been eating from.

"Much better!" Mom grinned as I came in and sat down. She turned towards Sharon. "He had a bit of a late night last night if you know what I mean," she said winking at her, though likewise tossing me a cautious look too.

"Oh, I see," Sharon laughed. "Not surprised by that either," she said looking at me with a more than friendly gleam in her eyes as she did so. "Ah...to be young again I suppose."

"Yeah well...I'm a lot more inexperienced than you might think," I actually found myself sharing with them both. "In fact...I just got my first ever blow-job last night, and it was incredible too!"

"Daniel!" My mother half screamed out, her face suddenly going ashen, though all Sharon did was laugh hysterically at my honest declaration.

"God...I remember giving my first blow job to a young kid a few years back, most incredible experience of my life, and even though he came within seconds after I'd even started, I still remember how erotic that was to this very day!"

"Sharon!" Mom now exclaimed once again, her face going from totally bloodless in color, to suddenly near purple.

Once again Sharon laughed teasing her. "Oh come on now Sam, Daniel's certainly not a kid any more, and even if he's your own son, you should start looking at him more like an adult."

Hearing those words almost made me cough to death, especially looking over and seeing the look on mom's face as she stood there looking back and forth between the two of us.

"Ok, so what am I missing here?" Sharon asked seeing her reaction, and then mine. There was a terminal long pause, neither one of us saying a thing, simply looking at one another with knowing expressions on our faces. "Oh my God!"

Sharon looked back over towards me, her eyebrows raised in question. All I could think of to do was sit there and grin somewhat stupidly.

"Oh my God! You did...didn't you?" Sharon said now looking away from me, back to my mother who looked like she was about to pass out at any moment. "You sucked your sons cock!"

It wasn't just hearing her say it, but the way she had said it I found both interesting as well as arousing. She wasn't appalled, or shocked in a bad way by realizing it. Surprised yes, certainly that, but she now smiled devilishly as she locked her eyes now on my mother.

"So...how was it Sam?" she grinned, only then turning to look at me. "Or should I be asking you that instead?"

"Well, like I said," I began only then daring to look back up towards my mother, who continued to stand there, mouth open looking about to faint. "It was the best fucking experience of my life!"

This time mom didn't say a word, even about my language, though Sharon once again burst out laughing. "Oh for hells sakes Samantha, sit down before you fall down!" she admonished her.

"I can't believe..." mom finally stammered, once again causing Sharon to laugh.

"What, that I'm not totally surprised or as shocked by this as you thought I would be? Surprised yes sweetie, but only because it's you. Hell honey, if I had a son even half as good looking as Daniel is, I'd have probably done the same thing myself, and long before now too! Frankly, I'm not all that surprised that it did either! The two of you have always been close, especially after that terrible mess with your husband. But seeing you finally smiling again, especially after what must have happened last night, then as far as I'm concerned, whatever goes on between the two of you is perfectly fine by me. As a matter of fact, I'd give a month's pay just to see you two together!"

Once again mom now sat, staring at her friend. "Sharon! You're not serious...are you?" she asked.

I don't think she really was until mom said that. "Dead serious!" she suddenly announced. "I'd love seeing the two of you together!"

I stood at that moment, the opportunity one that I felt was too good to pass up. At first, mom didn't realize my intentions as I'd picked up my coffee mug as though going over to pour myself a fresh one. I set it down on the counter instead, coming up from behind her. I leaned over, as Sharon watched me do so, smiling knowingly. I then kissed mom's neck, my hands reaching around in front of her to land upon her breasts where I gave each one a friendly little squeeze.

"Tag mom...now you're it!"

Sharon's look was questioning at the statement. I saw mom's eyes close, her mouth trying to work. "We...we can't Daniel, not really, not in front of Sharon, we just can't!"

I needn't have answered however, and didn't, as Sharon answered for the both of us. "Oh yes you can sweetie, please?" she actually asked. "I was serious Sam, that's something I would truly love to see myself!" And then with that, she reached up, undoing her blouse soon after exposing her breasts as she sat touching herself. "Though I do hope you don't mind me enjoying myself while I do so," she grinned hotly.

That settled it for me at least. Before mom could object or say anything further, I released her breasts, now likewise beginning to undo the buttons on the blouse she was wearing, finally exposing her lacy bra clad breasts which my hands immediately went back to caressing and playing with.

"Not here," she finally moaned excitedly. "Upstairs!"

The three of us raced upstairs to mom's bedroom. By the time we got there, Sharon was half naked already.

"Where's that vibrator I got you?" She asked.

"There, in the drawer," I said pointing, and then realized what I'd just done. Sharon gave me a curious look, and then smiled. I turned towards mom, shrugging my shoulders. "What can I say?" I grinned. "I was curious." She tried giving me a stern look, but then cracked up and laughed.

"I guess I should have known better...knowing you," she said, and then removed the rest of her clothing just as Sharon and I had done, slipping onto the bed. I looked over appreciatively at Sharon as she took a seat in one of the large comfortable armchairs in mom's room. Almost immediately she threw one leg obscenely over the arm of the chair, her very shaved pussy literally winking at me. Sharon too had nice breasts, a bit smaller perhaps than mom's, each capped with a very pink somewhat smaller nipple, but just like moms, both were tingly hard.

"Ready whenever you are!" Sharon announced lustfully. "And don't mind me...I tend to moan and groan a lot whenever I'm enjoying myself," she again giggled.

I crawled in between mom's legs, once again staring at that beautiful precious cunt of hers. "Bend your knees," I said, watching as she did, seeing her lips suddenly spread, swelling and getting all pink and puffy again the way I'd seen them do the first time I had ever touched her. I settled myself in then, reaching up, my hands surrounding each one of her breasts just as my tongue began to dance and slide up and down her rapidly moistening split.

"Ohhhhh!" Sharon moaned from off the side though I didn't turn to look at her, too happily consumed with the delicious taste of my mother's cunt as I lay there lapping it. Mom was moaning too however, deliriously so, her hands already on top of my head, fingers wrapping knots of my hair around them as I continued licking and sucking her. I reveled in the hardness of her twin nipples as I pulled and played with them. It was as though there was a direct line of current running from each all the way down to her cunt, it seemed to spasm, clench and pulsate each and every time that I thumbed or tweaked her hard erect nipples.

"Oh baby! Baby!" Mom mewled out erotically. "That's it baby yes...eat your mommies pussy!" she said forgetting for a moment that Sharon was sitting there perhaps and could overhear everything we said or did.

"Oh fuck!" Sharon exclaimed wantonly. "You have any idea how fucking hot it was to hear you say that?" she asked. I could hear the whir of the toy as she busily used it against herself.

Mom answered that with another statement, laughing somewhat nervously as she did so. "Yes...and my son's cock is fucking delicious too!" she told her. Once again Sharon moaned and I heard the pummeling of her cunt with the toy as she sloppily used it against herself.

Meanwhile I was once again in heaven, the taste of my mother's cunt, the sweetness of her nectar as it flowed from within, now pouring into my mouth in thick little drools that made me feel intoxicated, my head dizzy with the erotic atmosphere we'd created. I let go of one of her tits, my fingers now sliding inside her, and though I didn't know it, or understand it at the time, I had found mother's "G" spot, stroking the spongy soft little spot inside. She groaned deliriously as I did that, "Fuck, oh fuck...fuck...fuck!" she cried out in raptured bliss, just as Sharon did sitting beside us, doing the same.

Though my cock was threatening to poke a hole in the mattress, I continued to tongue-fuck mom's cunt, curling it, stabbing it inside her as far as I could, then resting as I merely licked it, or sucked her clit, which had by, now swollen to nearly twice its size. As I had done to her breasts, I suckled her clit, softly at first, but as her hands and fingers dug even more urgently into my scalp, I then intensified the pull on it, drawing her ass literally up off the bed as I did so.

I heard as well sensed it when Sharon stood up, walking over towards the bed. I glanced up briefly, saw her hands reaching over, now kneading mom's breasts. I saw mother's eyes open in surprise momentarily, closing again however as she succumbed to the pleasure my lips and mouth were giving her. I lay looking up, watching the hot wanton expression on Sharon's face as she sat there looking at the two of us, me eating my mother's cunt, she playing and toying with her breasts as I did so, the whir of the vibrator now held deeply inside Sharon's cunt as mom reached over taking it within her hand, now fucking her very best friend with it as she sat there.

The sexual intensity of the moment couldn't last, and it didn't. Whatever my fingers were doing seemed to trigger something deep within my mother, taking her by surprise before she even realized what I'd been doing or what was happening. She just simply screamed, arching her back. I held on for dear life, my lips once again clamped firmly around and about her clit, sucking it as hard as I could. My fingers still walking inside her cunt simultaneously as the first streams of her spending seemed to explode from her pussy. Even Sharon was surprised at this, seeing the almost misty like spray suddenly surge from the opening of mother's creamy rich quim, drenching us both.

"Good God Sam!" Sharon cried out enthusiastically, "Cum sweetie! Cum!" And then she was doing the same. No doubt the sensation of my mother fucking her cunt with the toy helped, but I had damn near climaxed myself, having not as yet even been touched though the bed rubbing against my hard stiff prick nearly brought that about. But there was no doubt whatsoever for either one of us, that the sight of mom's pussy suddenly spending itself in several wet spurting ejaculates had caused Sharon in joining her, and nearly myself.

Too sensitive for me to continue, mom finally pushed me away, curling up into a small ball momentarily, still shuddering, still throbbing as a series of mini little orgasms wracked her entire body even though no one at the moment was even touching her.

I finally rolled over onto my back, my cock hard and stiff, purpler in color than I had ever seen it with the head looking about as angry as it had ever been.

"Wow," Sharon moaned softly while looking at it. "That's the most beautiful cock I've ever seen before in my life!" she said simply. I felt embarrassed by that, once again rolling over and sitting up, but not before mom had. I reached up, placing the tip of my finger against the still moist area of her split.

"Tag, you're it!" I announced.

"What would you like?" She began, now looking over towards Sharon, including her as she spoke. "From either one of us?"

Tempting as that was, there was only one thing I truly wanted at that moment. "You know what I want," I told her as I now knelt between her legs, my hard stiff prick dripping with desire, the thin streamer of cum-drool already suspended between us, connecting the two of us together long before I had even touched her directly with my prick.

"You sure?" she asked. "Maybe you'd rather save something like that for a future girl friend or lover, and not your own mother," she spoke. Sharon sat in total silence, just watching, wondering curiously, perhaps even hopefully at my answer.

"I'm sure mom...right now, the only person I can imagine taking my virginity, would be you." Without another word, I felt mom's hand reach around taking my cock in hand, placing it at the opening of her wet glistening sex. She herself placed the head of my dick just inside. I felt the warmth of her neither lips kissing it, surrounding themselves about it.

"Fuck me," she whispered. "Fuck me Daniel...fuck me."

I slid inside her, slowly...allowing myself the pleasure and the opportunity to experience each and every inch of the ecstasy I felt as I slid inside her. I could not believe the sensation. The heat, the warmth, the slick slippery sucking of her cunt as it greeted my cock welcomingly. The same cunt that had once berthed me, the same sweet cunt I had now devoured with my mouth, and in which I now slid my hard stiff dick inside.

Sharon moaned, her fingers once again busy on her own cunt, unabashedly finger-fucking herself, her hands busy at her breasts, watching us, watching as my mother deflowered her own son for the very first time.

Even Sharon seemed to shimmer away into nothingness for the moment. The only sensation I had or was even aware of was the sound of mom's breath, quickening with every thrust, the arch of her back, her pelvis slowly rotating, greeting me each and every time I withdrew, plunging in again into the depths of her soul, her being, her entirety. I don't know how I was able to last, certainly far longer than I would have thought, though the urge to finally spill myself grew stronger with each passing moment.

"You...you can't cum in me," she announced sadly hesitating briefly before saying it. "I'm not...safe," she announced openly. I knew what she meant, and understood that, the sensation already boiling within my balls, only seconds away now from exploding. "Fuck my tits Daniel, fuck my tits and cum," she then urged.

Too close to delay, I pulled out, hurriedly repositioning myself, resting my rigid staff between the sweet valley of her breasts, which Sharon now helped in creating, holding mom's tits together in her own hands as my prick began the final assault upon them. Together now, side by side, Sharon placed her head next to mom's expectantly watching, waiting as I thrust the last few final times between those magnificent breasts.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck! Here it cums!" I cried out, and then felt my eyes close involuntarily, the pleasure far too great for that first moment to keep them from doing so. Only after the first did I open them again, watching now as my prick spewed forth a torrent of cream. Both mother and Sharon happily, excitedly, catching my spunk with their mouths as I poured out my pleasures, the forcefulness drenching the two of them entirely.

Exhausted, I sat back on my haunches, my prick still dripping, still semi erect.

Watching them kiss, watching as they each licked off the stickiness of my climax from one another's faces, soon after sharing it with one another had given a renewed, very surprised firmness to my rapidly reawakening erection. I waited patiently watching, finally locking eyes with my mother. It was as though we'd both been thinking the same thing at the very same time. I reached over, just as she did, each one of us placing a hand on one of Sharon's breasts, smiling at her as we did, as we spoke.

"Tag, you're it."​