Incest/Taboo The Inheritance

Are you dreaming of me, baby? Putting it in my mouth, fucking me? Would you like to fuck your mother, like the son in that awful movie? Are you dreaming of putting it in me, from behind, while your father is nearby, just like in the movie? Oh, jeez, he had a nice cock. So hard. Bigger than his dad's, longer, thicker, more resilient. And eager. Oh, so different from Mike's. I knew so well what would happen when his entered me on those oh so rare occasions but this, this I couldn't predict beyond its youthful vigor. What would he do with it? How would he take me? I knew only that his attack, once begun, would be relentless.

I was so horny. Let go, Gwen, let go. Both desperate and reluctant, I forced my hand to loosen its grip, dropping his hard cock. Only it didn't drop. It stayed in the air in the pocket I'd created under the sheet. Telling myself I was just curious, I pulled the sheet down to look at it. How proudly it flung itself into the air. No, this wasn't anything like my husband's. There was part of me in this eager piece of meat. I could almost see myself in its bulging head. Headstrong, searching for a taste of the wild side. I bent my head to kiss myself.

A little kiss just on the tip I thought, that's all. But it wasn't. My lips opened and it popped into my mouth. Instinctively, I closed my lips tight, swirled my tongue around, and allowed my hand to creep back to take possession of his balls, fingers slowly scratching under his sack as I began to milk him in my mouth.

I don't know how long I sucked him. It could have been a minute, it could have been half an hour. I was lost in my thoughts and forgot what I was doing until the first burst blasted into my mouth, forcing me to swallow, then gag as the next and the next followed too quickly for me to get it all down. I gulped and gulped until I caught up, licking him clean, neither knowing nor caring if he was awake. He was holding my head, so he must have woken, I thought, but when I raised my head to look, his hands fell away and I could see his eyes were still closed.

Was he really asleep? I think so. I think he was dreaming. He had been holding my head, obviously, and may even have been fucking my mouth. I didn't know but I was sure he was sleeping now and I had just gotten away with another outrageous act. I smiled to myself. The story of my life. I turned away, and was soon asleep.
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It was one of those times when you know you're waking up, you're just not there yet. I knew the early morning light was streaming through the window before I opened my eyes. I could feel it.

Mom was laying nearby almost on her stomach, facing away from me with her right hip cocked up a bit to accommodate her right leg being bent at the knee. The room was sufficiently warm that I was covered in only the sheet but Mom's back was bare, and so was her bottom. The sheet was rumpled across Mom's open thighs just above her knees. With her back angled away from me, I had an intriguing view of that magical area where a woman's legs transform into her derriere.

Suddenly, I was wide awake and memories of the previous night flooded through my mind. I was so hard but there was no way I could get away with what I had last night. There was no wine effect to rely on, no way she could be as deeply asleep as last night. But the more I looked, the more I wanted to touch her. Could I get away with an accidental caress?

I shifted my body closer, aligning myself a few inches away. Moving carefully so as not to wake her I raised the sheet up, tucking it around her shoulders but keeping my hand inside. As soon as I finished, I whispered, "There you go," like Mom used to do to me when I was little.

I moved my hand along her body, lifting the sheet a couple of inches so as not to touch her, and shifted forward to cuddle her.

"You must be freezing," I whispered as I pressed my body against hers, lifting my knee and threading my right leg between hers.

My hand came to rest against my shorts, but cupped away from me rather than over myself. As if seeking comfort I adjusted myself, inadvertently prodding my right thigh into the back of hers, forcing it wider and nestling between her legs in a full length body cuddle. My hand was lost in the shuffle, at least I hoped it was, squeezed between my shorts and Mom's bare bottom. With any luck, Mom wouldn't notice, thinking it was just my leg rather than my fingers grazing the bottom of her pussy.

I lay still for a long time, feigning sleep, waiting for any sign of disapproval or discomfort from Mom. Neither was expressed. Had I got away with it? I pressured my thigh against Mom's leg as if once more seeking greater comfort. A moment later, I nudged her the same way but rather than allowing my leg to retreat I maintained steady pressure to keep my fingers cupped over the rear of her pussy.

Now I kept my leg still and let my fingers move, tensing the muscles in my hand so my fingers would briefly expand against her sex lips. At first, I dared this only once a minute, then two, and four. Finally, I allowed my fingers to flutter across her lips and then brush over them. When they became slippery, I slithered my long finger inside, rocking like a tipping canoe and sliding back and forth, just barely within her moist channel.

Mom wasn't making a sound and this convinced me she was actually awake, that she was aware I was fingering her and she was letting me do it. The only movement she made was to turn her face into the pillow. I didn't see when she did it. It happened somewhere between two throbs a minute and four. I just noticed that her head had twisted. To muffle any sound?

Could I fuck her? No. That would be too hard to cover up. How could she pretend to ignore that? But I'd put my cock in her mouth. Well, that was last night. She could have been passed out.

Still, there was now no question in my mind that Mom had been flirting and teasing since we got here. At first, I thought it was just her way to connect with me, for us to be like pals on our own now that I was older. But she'd gone beyond that, drawing my attention to her womanly charms, emphasizing her body, and encouraging me to react in a sexual way.

Did she want me to fuck her? Don't be ridiculous, I thought. She's just confused. She's under a lot of stress with Grandpa dying, having to sit around waiting, meeting every morning with that lady, listening to whatever she delivered, his rants, perhaps? Yes. I had followed Mom to the lobby to see what she was up to.

And here I am taking advantage of her troubled situation, her only son. I should be comforting and consoling her, not trying to get into her pants. What a creep. As that thought crept into my mind, my finger slipped inside, into her inner hole. Oh, fuck she was wet. Dad obviously wasn't fucking her enough. I could feel her pussy reaching back, trying to suck my finger in further. Man, she needed it.

This is consolation. This will alleviate her stress better than any words a guy my age could offer, I thought, convincing myself that digging my finger deep inside my mother made me a truly sensitive, thoughtful son. If I could find a way to fuck her, that would really help.

Mom's pussy was throbbing on my finger now. Her knees were bent sharply, crooking around my leg and lifting her feet off the bed. Suddenly, she stiffened and her quim shuddered, vibrating and clutching my fingers before becoming still, reviving seconds later for two smaller aftershocks. I withdrew my hand and rolled away. I dozed off trying to let time pass by before I could wake up, innocent again. I awoke to the sound of the shower.
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That was so close. If he'd grabbed my hips I would have helped him shove himself into me. This was a dangerous game and it was getting out of control. I knew I would have let him fuck me, I couldn't have stopped it, wouldn't have.

I woke in a panic last night, brimming with anxiety that I hadn't done enough on the couch in the living room, and that it was too dark for that miserable old fuck to see me let my son slip his cock into my mouth in the bedroom. I needed some insurance to get the next draft, so we could get out of here.

So I slipped out of bed and opened the curtains to let the light stray in. Back in bed, I pushed the sheet down and arranged myself with my ass pointing toward him and my legs open, wantonly displaying myself to my son. Then I started nudging him with my feet, quickly feigning sleep when I heard him stir.

What a game he had played. I was prepared to pretend sleep while he rubbed himself against me, however ludicrous it would seem that he could get away with it, but for him to satisfy me and then turn away, god, it was so altruistic, so sexy. Even after I came I wanted to feel him inside me.

I suddenly realized that I was no longer soaping myself in the shower so much as caressing my body, running my hand over my breasts. Looking down, I stared at my seemingly disembodied other hand, cupped around my pussy. An image of my son flashed through my brain, as he would have looked bracing himself to enter me from behind. Just as quickly, that was replaced with the vision of his cock slipping through my lips and how its girth had surprised me.

God, my pussy tingled to these wicked thoughts, these forbidden desires. I hadn't felt anything so illicit since I fucked my father but that wasn't nearly as strong. I had a reason then, to keep my father home with my mother. I hated it at first, but I was pragmatic. He needed a reason to stay and I provided it. But my pragmatism led me to offer extras for special gifts just for me and eventually I got off on the danger of teasing him when mother was near and he couldn't do anything about it. In the end, I only let him fuck me when we might get caught, by Mother, friends, neighbors, or relatives. He knew it and thrived on it too.

Did anyone know? I think Mother did, and that made me feel dirty and ashamed, at first. But then I extracted a strange gratification from such debasement and for a while I insisted on being fucked when Mother couldn't help but know. I engaged in some of my most lewd acts during that period but nothing that approached the feeling I sensed when I thought my own son might enter me. I had a reason now too, I thought.

The bang of the soap dropping onto the tub startled me out of my reverie. Jesus, Gwen. Get a grip. It's too close. We have to get out of here, get the money and leave. I stepped out of the shower and after a brief toweling, stepped into the bedroom to get dressed for my morning meeting. I was surprised to see Nick awake, watching me. He'd been dead to the world when I got up.

"Morning Mom," his voice was unsure, perhaps not knowing what to expect from me.

"Morning," I said, more curtly than I'd intended. "Can you close your eyes? I need to get dressed."

"Sure Mom." Nick closed his eyes but added, "I thought we were family."

"Yes, but I'm still your mother." Again, my tone was curt. He was probably confused but I didn't have time to deal with it. I dressed quickly but saw in the mirror that Nick had opened his eyes and was watching me. As I stepped into my skirt, I realized with apprehension that I was pleased and I struggled a little harder than usual to pull the skirt over my ass, wriggling more than was necessary.

I walked into the bathroom to put on my bra and makeup but I returned to put on my blouse and, despite his rapt attention and my admonition to close his eyes, braced my feet on the edge of the bed in front of him as I stretched my pantyhose up my legs before pulling them over my panties.

I leaned down give him a kiss but before I could stand up he crooked his arm around my neck, pressing my lips back down to his to kiss me gently before letting go and wishing me luck. He didn't kiss me hard or try to push his tongue into my mouth. It was a very soft, sensual kiss, however brief, and was definitely not a kiss a son gives his mother. The sexual tension of his lips brushing against mine zinged through my body, all the way to my feet. I was still thinking about that kiss as I stepped into the elevator, could still feel it ricocheting inside my pelvis.
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Same routine. The woman laid an envelope on the table followed by a new player and set of headphones. I put them on and listened.

"So well done, Gwen. I'm was very pleased to see that you haven't lost the art of the tease. It brought back so many memories watching you in action. You lost yourself in it, didn't you? Had you forgotten these past seven years, how truly gifted you really are? You can't bury it, you know. An artist's talent must be expressed. It's inevitable."

There was a long bout of hacking coughs. I had to pull the earphone away.

"Not long now, Gwen, not long, but I want the whole shebang."

There was a long pause, but no coughing, just raspy breathing.

"That little extra this morning -- weren't sure if you'd done enough? Thinking about cutting and running with what you have? Hmmmm? You think I don't know you, my own daughter? Well, you think things over when you open the envelope. Exponential growth, Gwen. Exponential growth."

There was a long, cackle.

"I want everything, Gwen, and we don't have much time."

I put the player and the headphones in my purse, picked up the envelope and opened it, hoping for another half a million so we could skidaddle. I was shocked.

Five million dollars!

We were free! Every nerve in my body was firing. I could hardly breathe. I scanned the room, feeling both guilty and wary that someone might somehow know what I was holding in my hand. Several long minutes passed before I realized the draft was useless to anyone else, even me. It was in Nick's name.

We could go now. We could live on this. I walked toward the elevator on unsteady feet and waited impatiently for the doors to open. I closed them just before a couple could get in, close enough to see their angry faces as they realized I wasn't going to wait. I needed to be alone to think about how I was going to explain this to Nick. I needed more time. I stopped the elevator at the next floor and punched in the lobby again, bearing the disapproval and snide comment of the young couple as I exited and headed toward the lounge. I needed a drink.

Five million dollars! We could do so much. Buy a new house, cars, travel, quit work. The possibilities were endless. By the time I finished my first drink I had spent at least ten million and was trying to set priorities. It had to last. We couldn't spend it all in three years. But there was so much to buy, so many places to go, in style. A lifetime of dreams.

I had started my third drink, having ignored the bored bartender's attempts to converse in favor of mumbling to myself. We needed more, enough to last a lifetime. What had he said? Exponential growth? What did that mean? He'd gone from $50,000 to half a million to five million. What was the next step? Another tenfold increase -- fifty million? Did he have that much or was he just setting me up to see if I'd go for it?

No. He'd always come through in the past, always came through with the goods.

But I couldn't. Not for any amount of money. I pushed the drink away, half finished, and walked away. I'll get Nick and we'll leave right away. Determined, I caught the elevator again, riding in unfriendly silence with five other people to our floor. Why did I notice there were five?
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Mom's breakfast was barely warm by the time she returned to the room. Her meeting had been a lot longer than the first one. Was Grandpa gone, or about to go? She didn't say anything, and she didn't want to eat.

"Is Grandpa OK?" I asked.

"He's not very good. I think we should go home tomorrow."

"Are you ok?"

"I'm just stressed out at bit, honey."

"Can I do anything to help?"

"No." Mom paused on her way to the bedroom, then turned to face me. "Maybe. Would you take me out shopping?"

I replaced the grimace that was about to form on my face with a beaming smile, "Sure Mom," and was rewarded with a really pleased look from Mom. There seemed to be a jaunt in her step when she turned around and resumed her journey to the bedroom.

Ten minutes later, Mom emerged in a black dress that highlighted her bare shoulders. Two narrow straps dropped from her shoulders to the sides of her bosom, hooking on to the dress which traced a horizontal line across the top of her mostly bare breasts without dipping into the valley between. The dress hugged her waist and hips before flaring out to a knee length skirt. It was a simple but elegant affair capped by a pair of low, black pumps. Mom did a spin when she noticed my admiration, perhaps mistaking it for the dress rather than her. As she turned, I could see how tighly the dress held her breasts but was disappointed that it didn't dip any lower in back than it did in front. Oh well.

We had the car brought around and drove the short distance downtown. Shopping for me was watching Mom shed her stress in the joy of browsing and talking about all manner of clothes, trying on a lot, and buying a few. She sought my opinion on everything and I could see she really did value it over that of the sales people. Although not too obvious, I did notice that Mom enjoyed modeling sexy dresses and loose blouses for me, striking revealing poses when only I was present.

We had a late lunch in a fancy, open and airy restaurant, alone in a large curved booth. I particularly enjoyed lunch because Mom sat right next to me with her skirt riding high and, rather than being oblivious about how much of her legs were showing, was simply unconcerned. One time she happened to catch me redhanded looking between her legs and, reaching down to grasp the hem of her skirt, simply fiddled with it and left it where it was before continuing her conversation. After that I didn't bother hiding and she continued not to mind.

The afternoon continued with a little more shopping but then Mom tired and begged to go back to the hotel, as if I was the one keeping us in the stores. Back at the hotel, Mom seemed to tire as we rode up in the elevator.

"I'm going to take some pills and have a short nap but then we'll have dinner and make a real night of it. OK?" Mom took a bottle out of her purse and popped a couple of pills in her mouth as she wandered into the bedroom. "Don't let me sleep through dinner."

I watched a movie. Another mother/son thing. Probably a mistake, as was drinking another bottle of that expensive wine. I was hard when it ended. Well, duh. I'd been stroking my cock for an hour. I wandered around in my shorts, having pulled my jeans off some time ago so I could wank myself more easily. My shorts hurt, constraining me. I took them off and tossed them on the living room floor, reveling in the freedom of walking around naked, my cock bouncing around in front of me.

I walked back to the couch, picked up the remote and scanned through the movie listings. So many mom/son movies, almost all the adult listings. Was that normal? I was just about to select one when I suddenly tossed the remote down, wheeled around and walked into the bedroom.

She was on her tummy again with the dress pushed down to her hips. It was clear now that she hadn't been wearing a bra, even a half cup job, since her back was bare. She looked dead to the world. I sat on the end of the bed stroking her stockinged feet and running my hand absently up her calf to her knee and back as I twisted around to look at her. What a sexy looking mom. Those movies should have her in them, then ten times as many people would watch them.

I tickled the bottom of her foot. No reaction. She was really out. I pushed her feet apart, opening her legs. No response. The memory of last night entered my mind. She was laying dead center in the middle of the kingsize bed. I'd have to drag her to the edge to repeat that performance. So?

Standing, I turned around and picked up her foot, fitting my cock across her sole and rubbing it into her instep, sensing the scratch of the mesh on my shaft. I pulled the pantyhose down from her ankle and folded it around myself, jacking myself gently against her foot. After a few strokes, I began pulling her hose down, pulling, pulling, until it was bunched around her knees. I yanked it off her feet, carelessly rough, until it lay on a heap on the floor.

Pushing her legs apart, I looked to see if she was wearing panties. She was. Straddling her legs, I kneeled my way up to her thighs, reached under her skirt and started tugging her panties down. Over her ass and past her knees to her feet and off.

I sat back on my ankles and examined her. She was only wearing as skirt; she was naked underneath. I leaned forward and pushed the hem up to the bottom of her ass, and then over. Placing my hands on her buttocks, I spread her cheeks apart, unearthing her crinkly little hole and the more familiar pussy underneath. I waddled up and touched the tip of my cock against her ass, pushing it between her cheeks.

God, I wanted to fuck her. Moaning in exasperation, I sat back and stared at her ass again before springing to my feet. Jumping off the bed, I dashed into the bathroom and returned a minute later with a tube in my hand. Climbing onto the bed, I sat beside Mom with my back toward her head and squirted some of the stuff onto her ass, spreading it around. It was slippery, as I had hoped. I kneaded Mom's cheeks and pushed the slippery stuff into the dark crevice between them, then held her cheeks apart and explored its length with my finger.

Turning around to face the same way as Mom, I knelt between her legs. Should I pick her up by the hips and shove myself in or press my cock between her thighs and prod it againt her pussy, slowly working myself in? I chose the latter. Perhaps a mistake. Though it felt good, nudging against her dampening slit, I was overcome with guilt. How could I do this when she was out? It was almost Ra*e.

With great difficulty, I pulled myself back, finding it tremendously hard to break the contact between my cock and her skin. But I did.

I stumbled into the living room and turned on the TV, selecting another mother/son movie. Why were all the adult movies this theme? I slowly wanked myself as the movie played, struck by how much the mom in this one resembled my own mother.

I couldn't have been watching more than ten minutes before I was startled -- more like freaked out -- by Mom suddenly sitting down on the couch beside me!

"Mom!" I cried, trying to hide my huge boner behind my hands, lambasting myself for not at least putting my shorts or jeans on. That thought brought a rush of guilt as I realized that Mom must know she had gone to bed with her pantyhose and panties on. She was wearing a full length beige robe made of a soft velour belted tight around her waist and held together over her breasts with one hand.

"It's OK, we're family," Mom replied calmly, thankfully looking at the TV and not my private parts. I started to get up but she reached out with her right hand and pulled me back to the couch. "Let's watch the movie, and then go out," she said, eyes still on the TV.

"OK, but let me get dressed," I tried to get up again.

"No, wait," she said in the commanding tone she used when she wanted something done. She stood, loosened the belt on her robe and turned out of it, plopping down onto the couch beside me, followed by her robe which settled over the two of us, all without me seeing what she was wearing underneath the robe. "There, now we're all covered up."

I had no choice but to watch the movie, as Mom was doing. My cock was poking the robe up but I couldn't put my hand on it to push it down, not with Mom sitting next to me. So I watched the movie.

The movie son was making unwanted advances, pats and touches, gropes and the like. Exasperated, the movie mom challenged her son, turning the tables on him by shocking him with a clutching hand along the full length of his pride. I guess she thought that would be the end of it but, recovering from the initial upset, her son simply undid his belt and opened his pants, allowing a large example of country cock to spring forth.

Now it was the mom's turn to be shocked. She looked down at her son, surprised if not in awe, glanced upstairs, and reached out to take hold of him, firmly, before sliding her hand down his length, fixing her eyes on his. He smiled and met her gaze, using both hands to unbutton her blouse. She continued to stroke him until he had finished opening her shirt, never taking her eyes off his, not even when he opened her bra and let her tits spill out, catching them in his palms and mashing them against her chest. She groaned when he pushed his hips forward, pressing his cock with her hand on it, against her belly.

The softest hand cupped my balls, squeezing them gently before moving up to let its fingers circle my stiff member. Slowly, ever so slowly, it stroked up my aching cock to the top, the thumb rubbing side to side under my tip. Mom cuddled close, resting her head on my shoulder.

She whispered in my ear, "We can't ever do that. You know that, don't you?"

Before I could answer, she leaned forward and kissed my cheek and then my ear where her tongue swirled wetly.

"Look at her," she whispered, "she's going to let him do it. Bad mother."

My eyes focused again on the TV just as the son yanked the mom's pants down to her knees, spun her around and grabbed her tits from behind, moving his hips behind her in a vain attempt to gain entry until she reached underneath to help. He started moving vigorously, banging into her bottom, gripping her tits, his mother's head flopping around.

Mom's hand started stroking me as soon as the movie son began fucking his mother. She kept whispering in my ear.

"Bad mother."

"Look what that naughty boy's doing."

Stuff like that. Her pace quickened in concert with the movie son. Not as fast, but in unison, and when the movie son burst his load into his mother, I spilled my seed all over myself. Mom kept jacking me, slowly and softly, until I had nothing left to give. Then she whispered in my ear.

"Get showered and dressed, then we'll go for dinner. We're leaving tomorrow."

When I emerged from the bedroom, showered and dressed in my sports jacket and slacks, Mom was waiting. She was wearing that fantastic dress again. I felt an immediate response in my groin, and could see that Mom noticed.

"Down boy," she smiled. "It's very flattering but I meant what I said."

On seeing my disappointed look, she added, "But if you take me out for a nice dinner and dance with me a bit, maybe I can relieve your tension one last time before we go home."

I don't think I'll ever forget that smile as long as I live.

We had a dinner much like the first night we stayed at the hotel. Mom treated me like I wasn't her son. Not quite like Dad, more as if I was her date. I felt proud leaving the restaurant with her again. Mom didn't feel like leaving the hotel so we went to the lounge and listened to the piano player while we had a few drinks. As promised, I danced several slow waltzes with Mom. I was thinking that we'd had enough to drink and that we should go upstairs when we were surprised by a young blond woman, dressed in a stylish but slinky dress. It was Lianne, one of the girls we'd run into at that club the first night we were in town, the one that seemed to be so interested in Mom.

We had several more drinks after that. Lianne joined us on the dance floor and that became the norm, either all three of us or just Mom and Lianne. The last two were Mom and Lianne. Before the dance ended Mom broke away, surprising Lianne and me, walked back to our booth, picked up Lianne's coat and strode out of the lounge. Lianne and I quickly followed, catching up to Mom at the elevator, just as the doors opened and she stepped inside.

"It's time to party upstairs," she said as we got in.

I punched in our floor and turned to look at the women, both looking at each other. I had the presence of mind, in my drunken fog, to run my eyes up and down their revealing dresses, on the outside and as far inside as I could. Then, something happened that really surprised me, though I guess it shouldn't have. Lianne stepped very close to my mom, slid her hands around both of Mom's hips, pressed herself to her, and kissed my mother full on the lips.

And Mom let her. She even kissed back.

They didn't stop kissing until the door opened at our floor. Arms around each other's waists, they walked toward our room. I ran ahead to get the door.

Inside, Lianne asked if we had anything to drink.

"Lots," Mom answered. "Make us some drinks and bring them into the bedroom, Nick."

Mom took Lianne by the hand and led her to the bedroom. I expected them to be in the sack by the time I got there with their hastily made drinks, but Mom had just finished upzipping the back of Lianne's dress. They must have been kissing the whole time. What is it that is so exciting about watching two women together? I don't know, but watching two women, one of whom is your mother, now that's really exciting.

I set the drinks down on one of the tables beside the bed and returned to stand next to the women. Mom nodded her head, directing me behind Leanne before kissing her again. Leanne's dress was fully unzipped, providing a complete view of her unblemished back. My eyes were drawn to the groove into the small of her back before the long rise to her buttocks and the dip into the crease between them. Her ass was moving as she responded to Mom's embrace.

Gently, not so much fearing rebuke so much as not wanting to disturb them, I placed my hands onto Lianne's lower back on either side of her spine and then slowly slipped them around her waist to her tummy and up to cup the bottom of her braless breasts. As their kiss finished only to be immediately renewed after a brief gasp for air, I squeezed my hands up between their tightly pressed bodies to take a firm hold of Lianne's small tits, circling her nipples with a ring formed by my thumbs and index fingers.

Since Lianne didn't seem to mind, or seemingly even be aware of my caress, I began squeezing her tits and rolling her nipples between thumbs and forefingers, stretching them out toward Mom while I pressed my slacks into her ass. Although not nearly so well endowed as Mom, she had a fine body. My cock was very had and I wiggled it about until its length was lodged into the crevice between her cheeks.

I grew harder when I felt Mom's hands slide around Lianne's ass to squeeze between us, her fingers finding my lump and tracing down its sides, up and down, sevaral times. Breaking her kiss, she looked at me over Lianne's shoulder.

"Let me undo these for you."

She engaged Lianne in a kiss but her hands rose up to undo my belt and then my zipper followed by the catch holding my slacks together. She pushed my pants down as she moaned into Lianne's mouth, her hands catching the sides of my shorts and pushing them down too, my cock flipping up to bang against Lianne's dress.

Mom's dress was pushed off her shoulders. I guess Lianne had unzipped Mom and had now reached the point where she wanted to fondle her breasts the way I was doing hers. As Mom's dress disappeared from sight I felt Lianne's hands pull around to Mom's front and witnessed their first possession of Mom's larger breasts. Their kiss ended shortly after and Lianne's head dipped down to take Mom's nipple into her mouth, Mom reacting by throwing her head back, mouth open, releasing a long sigh.

Even then, Mom's hands were busy. She took hold of my cock and, slipping Lianne's hem up, pulled it firmly between her ass cheeks, then let go. Five seconds later, Lianne's dress began falling from her shoulders as Mom pulled it down. Almost reluctantly, I pulled my cock back to allow the dress to fall to the floor but quickly pressed it between Lianne's cheeks again, pushing in until I encountered her thong. I was beside myself with lust. I wanted to get my cock in this woman.

Perhaps seeing my need, Mom began backpeddaling toward the bed, pulling Lianne with her. I walked over her dress and then Mom's. Both women were naked except for their panties. Mom sat on the bed, reaching up to push my hands away, replacing one with hers and the other with her mouth. It was Lianne's turn to lay her head back and gasp as her nipple was sucked into Mom's mouth.

I dropped my hands to catch the strap on each of Lianne's hips and pulled her thong down her thighs, tugging her panties off her legs. As soon as I was finished, Mom pulled Lianne around until she sat on the bed and then pushed her back, leaning in to kiss her flat belly, turning and standing herself to better reach between Lianne's legs which Lianne raised up and apart as Mom's mouth moved lower. Lianne groaned loudly as Mom's mouth reached its target.

Now it was Mom's panties that I removed, more slowly now, kneeling on the carpet as I pulled them down to her feet, raising each in turn to pull them off, placing each down so they were about a foot and a half apart. Starting at her feet, I caressed Mom's legs up to and over her ass, sliding my hands inside and around, following the muscles of her calves and thighs, stopping to kiss each cheek before slipping one hand between her legs from behind and cupping her pussy in my palm.

I expected Mom to pull away or push my hand out but instead she moved her ass back and forth, rubbing her pussy on my hand. Encouraged, I stood up and replaced my hand with my cock, rubbing the top against her moist lips, digging into her hairy little furrow. Mom stood then, trapping my cock between her legs, her head turning part way toward me, whispering over her shoulder.

"No baby. I'm sorry, we can't. But you can do her."

Mom bent again to take Lianne's pussy in her mouth, my cock falling free as her legs opened. Her gasps and moans over the next few minutes attested to Mom's expertise in this area. I watched dumbly for a minute until I could no longer ignore the small movements of Mom's ass and once again slipped my cock between her legs, rubbing it against the bottom of her wet pussy. Mom didn't object until I tried to slip it inside her and then her hand reached back to bat me away, but she let me reconnect a few seconds later. Once more she batted me away but let me back to feed at the trough. This time, I didn't transgress the boundary she had set.

A few minutes later, after a very loud bout of moaning from Lianne, Mom climbed up on the bed and turned to face me, pulling Lianne up by her arms until her face was below Mom's open knees. Mom lowered her pussy onto Lianne's face, her hands expertly manipulating Lianne's breasts.

I watched this for a minute or so until Mom nodded her head for me to climb up. She let go of Lianne's tits and slipped her hands under Lianne's thighs, sliding down to her knees before lifting, pulling Lianne's legs up and wide apart. Mom pulled Lianne's legs so far back that her ass was raised high up off the bed and Lianne's legs were tucked under Mom's arms, held tightly to her waist. Mom nodded her head at Lianne's lewdly exposed pussy and asshole.

I had to stand on my feet to get my cock high enough to rest it on Lianne's spread pussy, sawing it back and forth along her slit which was far wetter than Mom's.

Mom looked me in the eyes. "Fuck her," she whispered. "Fuck her hard."

I rose up, angled my cock down, and shoved it inside Lianne's pussy, pushing in until I was buried to the hilt. There was loud but muffled moan as Lianne reacted through Mom's pussy. I began to fuck her, watching Mom, returning her intense gaze, fixed on the strange glint in her eyes.

"Hard, fuck her hard."

I obeyed, immediately picking up my pace, pushing myself up dropping down, plunging into this woman folded almost in half, her face covered in pussy, her own cunt held in place by my mother's hands. Within seconds I was grunting loudly with the exertion or the pleasure or both. My cock felt like it was two feet long and six inches wide but was still barely sufficient to plug this hole. Harder and harder I fucked, no longer content to just let myself drop but shoving myself down, the loud slaps of my thighs against hers ringing off the walls.

"Ugh, uggh, unnggghhh," I grunted, over and over, echoed by the muffled moans below.

Mom never made a sound though I knew Lianne's tongue must be busy swirling around in her pussy and lapping at her clit. She stared at me, as if inhabited by some kind of demon.

It was coming. I could feel it, the massive head of sperm I'd been building all day. It was coming, surging, starting up my pipe.

Suddenly, I yanked my cock out of Lianne, leaving a gaping, clutching hole. My cock sprang forward, pointing at Mom, right at her neck. Blast! The first huge wad of thick white cream exploded against Mom's neck. Wham! The second spurt hit higher as the recoil left my cock pointing higher, right at Mom's mouth and nose. Sploosh! Down on Mom's tits as I reacted, pushing my cock down, away from Mom's face, the damage already done. Squirt, squirt, squirt.

Pulling my cock back, I fed it back into Leanne's hole to a satisfied grunt and started fucking into her again until a minute later, I was spent and pulled out and Mom released her legs, letting them fall back to the bed. Mom started moving her hips faster on Leanne's face, tilting her head back to release a long soft moan, my cum dripping from her chin and cheeks. My hands grasped her tits and I kneaded them as I had Leanne's. Leanne's own hands had reached up over Mom's thighs and were rubbing Mom's clit as she fucked her face. Suddenly, Mom went rigid, her mouth open in a silent scream, a posture she held for a full thirty seconds before relaxing and then falling to the side, opening Leanne to my view for the first time, her face soaked in Mom's juices.

Un-fucking believable.

I never wanted to go home.
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I was up early and in relatively good shape. My years of experience showing, I suppose. Nick and Leanne were both asleep as I left the bedroom, suitably dressed for my morning meeting. Did I feel remorse? No. True, I bore a certain responsibility for things letting things get so carried away and yes, I hadn't had as much to drink as my younger partners in crime, but I wasn't exactly in control either. I was swept into the erotic twister almost as much as they, the only sobering difference being my pragmatic thoughts, an essential part of my nature, that perhaps this would satisfy father sufficiently for him to award the next draft.

I was going home today anyway but I couldn't help trying one last shot if I could manage it without going as far as he wanted. Yesterday afternoon may have done it if Nick had simply rubbed himself on me and come on my ass, but my dear son couldn't bring himself to do it while I was out, bless his beautiful soul. So I tried once more after a few liberalizing glasses of wine and a couple of drinks. Running into Leanne was a stroke of luck that allowed me to provide a show without giving in, without doing something irretrievable that Nick and I might not be able to live with. I had to admit, his altruistic act of denying himself to avoid taking undue advantage of me made me want this man, even though he was my son. What woman can resist a man that suffers for her?

I peeked in the bedroom before I left, at the two beautiful people sprawled naked across the bed. They would wake while I was downstairs, discover each other's nudity and have lovely morning sex. An uncontrollable urge flooded through me, to replace that woman, to claim my rightful place next to my son but I pulled myself away, as if walking through foam rather than air, and forced myself to the door and out before I crossed the line.​