Incest/Taboo The Mom Memories: Craig's Story

"You promise?" her tone was teasing.

"Yeah," I responded, less certain now.

"Will you return your mother's panties? Red just isn't my color."

"Oh sure," I blushed at the thought of exchanging our mom's panties the day before. I shifted my weight, getting ready to get up, thinking she was going to get the panties for me but she stayed put, so I eased back again.

Robin just looked at me, smiling. I was beginning to get unnerved again when she reached down to grasp the hem of her skirt and slowly dragged it up until I could see my mom's red panties covering a prominent mound of pussy.

"Black really is more my color, isn't it?" she asked.

I nodded, then shook my head, mesmerized by her yawning thighs, by the dark slit I could now see running vertically up the center of Mom's panties.

"No, they ... they look pretty nice ... on you," I managed to get out.

Robin smiled.

"Do you think so?"

She stretched, pushing her mound even tighter against the panties, garishly outlining her pussy lips.

I nodded, more enthusiastically now.

"No. I still think black suits me better," she contradicted my enthusiasm for the red muff in front of me. "I still want you to take them back to Myra for me."

I nodded dumbly, now just wanting to look at the pussy slowly pulsating in front of me as Robin tensed and relaxed the muscles in her thighs.

"Take them off," she whispered.

"What?" I looked at her, not sure I'd heard right.

"Do you like our little elevator games?" she asked.

I nodded, slowly.

"Then take them off." She raised her feet toward me.

I didn't have to be told again. I shifted toward her and she raised her feet even higher to give me better access. I grabbed the sexy little red panties and started tugging them, feeling her heels dig into my back as she lifted herself, allowing me to slide them over her ass and up her thighs. I stared at her bare, lightly haired pussy as I pulled the panties over her knees, down her tensed calves and off her feet. Robin's feet immediately curled behind me again, her heels digging into my shoulder, urging me forward.

"I didn't get a treat," she said, her hands stretching out toward my face, feet still urging me forward.

"Is mine pretty, too?" she asked.

I nodded. I was now close enough for her fingers to grasp the sides of my face.

"I want to be special too," she cooed as her hands guided my head down, her thighs widening and pushing up to meet my mouth.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh ... yeaaaaaahhhhhhh," she cried as my mouth enveloped her wet lips and my tongue thrust inside.

I lapped and licked her for ... it seemed forever. She moaned and sighed and twisted and thrust and pulled my head in tight, squeezing me with her thighs. It was like she'd never had her pussy licked. When she recovered from her orgasm, Robin picked up the panties and walked away.

"Come on," she said. "We still have time before they get back."

She led me into the guest bedroom and I could see the same kind of double bed and cot arrangement that had been provided for Mom and I. Robin removed her blouse and dropped her skirt. Naked, she turned to me, put her arms around me and kissed me full on the mouth. Her hands pushed my shorts down while we kissed.

"Thanks, Craig. My husband has never done that for me. He's too macho."

What an idiot I thought, trying to kiss her again. She pulled back but grabbed my cock in her hand.

"He was born in Greece, you see."

I nodded as if I understood but I didn't. I pulled my t-shirt over my head and reached out to envelop her in my arms for another kiss but she stepped back toward the bed, pulling me by my cock.

"Do you know what that means?" Robin laughed meaningfully.

I had to come clean. I shook my head.

Robin laughed out loud.

"It means, dear boy, that now it's your turn for a treat."

With that, Robin turned around and crawled onto the bed to lie on her tummy. She twisted her head around to look at me and stretched both hands behind herself to grab her ass cheeks, spreading them apart so her pussy opened, as did the brownish hole above it, into a little 'O'. Her voice was hoarse when she spoke, some of the sexiest words I've ever heard.

"Do you want it?"

Comprehension rammed into my brain. I clambered onto the bed, grabbing my pole and trying to aim it at her, failing in my clumsy haste.

"Slowly, boy," she cried. "Spit on it first."

"What?," I almost shouted, still eager to get into her.

"Spit on it," she repeated, nodding at her ass.

Finally clueing in, I spit on her ass.

"More," she rasped. "Get down there and drool on it."

I bent over and forced as much spit out of my dry mouth as I could, eventually getting enough to surround her open little hole and even drip inside. I got my cock up there and nudged the tip against her slippery sphincter, surprised when it immediately widened to accommodate my girth. I guess Robin got fucked in the ass a lot because it only took me a minute to work the rest of my cock inside her, including pulling out to drool into her ass again.

I fucked Robin's ass according to her instructions. I probably learned as much in that one fuck session as I would have in three years of fucking another woman's ass. Robin was very knowledgeable and not shy about telling me exactly what she wanted me to do, and when. Of course, I came within the first few strokes but Robin told me to keep moving and my cock hardened before it could get soft. I unloaded two more times before Robin decided I had been given enough of a treat to make up for the tongue lashing I had provided for her.

We dressed and Robin walked me to the door. She stopped me there and engaged me in a very long sexy kiss. I was hard again when her lips pulled away from mine.

"You're a very sweet boy," she said. "Before you and Myra leave, I'm going to give you something that you could never get without me."

"We're leaving in a couple of days," I informed her, trying to kiss her again but she kept me at bay.

"Tomorrow then," she husked.

With that, she pushed me out the door.

Mom gave me a strange smile when I entered the apartment to find her having tea with Nana and Gramps but she didn't ask me why I had been so long.

The next day, we left for shopping as usual. In the elevator, Mom said we were going to stop by Robin and Steve's before going on, which we did. Steve's grandparents weren't home and he entertained me while Mom heeded Robin's call to join her in the bedroom to help her choose something to wear. They joined us a few moments later, smiling mischievously, both women walking straight to the couch and kneeling on it, facing the back, looking out through the windows of the glass door leading to the balcony.

Both women now wore similar outfits, my mother having changed, that were much like the sleeveless blouse and loose skirt that Robin had worn yesterday, sitting on the same couch. The two mothers giggled and looked over their shoulders at us, then down at their bare legs. Mom spoke.

"We think you naughty boys should put our panties back in the right place before we go out." They both laughed like a couple of school girls and turned to face the windows again.

Steve and I looked at each other, grinned, and lined up behind our respective mothers. In less than a minute, two skirts were flipped up on two motherly backs and two eager sons were dragging a pair of panties down a foursome of tanned thighs. The panties were pulled just as quickly over two sets of well-muscled calves and tugged over the attached, pretty pairs of feet. Then there was a long pause as two t-shirts were tossed aside, sandals were slipped off, and shorts were downed.

Two naked boys, standing behind their moms, still dressed in blouses and skirts, though they were flipped up to show a pair of lovely, womanly butts. Two youthful cocks soon nestled therein, each lined up along the groove of its own gunsight. But there the hurry ceased. Casually, two pairs of hands reached around to let twenty fingers loosen buttons and unfetter four beautiful, mature breasts, proud in their slight sag and weighty appeal.

Kissing and nuzzling followed with squeezing and tugging until four nipples jutted forcefully toward the ninth floor balcony, and cocks were sliding between four cheeks. Soon the panting and humping progressed until two cocks entered a pair of soaking wet pussies on a timemark that could have been set by NASA. 'Ohhhhhs' and 'ahhhhhhs' were replaced by grunts and groans and the matched timing was soon lost as individuality rose to the surface and claimed the day. One mother's head was slumped over the back of the couch as her son slammed his cock into her, her head lurching with each lunge. The other mother's head was held high, her son's hand gently cupping her neck under her chin to prop it up, his own thrusts slower and less frequent if not less urgent.

Even with such discord, cum splashed inside the moms at almost the same instant and the urgent, hard lunges slowed to almost the same pace as the two sons squeezed their seed lovingly into their mothers' pussies. Both women leaned forward over the back of the couch, gazing at each other and smiling, just as their sons' were grinned at each other behind their backs.

Then one mother began working her hips back against her son, urging his boner to full staff. Watching her friend, Myra soon began to do the same for Craig who quickly hardened to fully enjoy the slippery feel of his mother's clutching sheath. For several long minutes, Robin and Myra slowly milked their sons' shafts, applying extra effort to work their hips and pussies to maximal effect, twisting and squeezing until both boys were moaning behind them.

Then, Robin did something that surprised Myra. She slipped her hand into the crevice between the back of the couch and the seat cushion and retrieved a squeeze tube which she handed back to her son. Steve squeezed the tube, exuding an oily substance at the top of his mother's ass which slowly oozed down into her crack. Pulling his cock out, he squeezed more onto its tip and them pressed back against his mother's ass, holding himself there without pushing in any further. He then looked at Craig and handed him the tube.

Craig took the tube, surprised at this turn of events but nevertheless following Steve's lead. He squeezed the tube above Myra's crack and, while it oozed down, pulled his own cock out and lubed it too.

"More," Robin whispered. "She'll need more."

Craig squeezed more lube onto his mom's ass, a lot more.

Steve pushed his cock into his mother's ass and Robin's mouth opened into a big 'O' signaling its advance up her back channel.

Craig started to slip his cock back inside his mother but Robin reached out and grabbed his cock. Looking into Myra's eyes, she lined Craig's cock up on his mother's crinkly little hole, rubbing it in a little circle on her oily pucker as Craig pressed gently forward, until it opened a little, just enough for the tip to partly insert itself. Robin's hand withdrew to grasp Myra's, her eyes still holding the other woman's. Realizing he was still holding the tube, Craig squeezed more onto the top of her cockhead, watched it dribble down into his mother's asshole, and squeezed out more, pushing until his cock popped inside her anal ring.

He paused there to let his mom acclimatize, watching Steve fuck his mother as if he was in her pussy, her obvious enjoyment encouraging Myra not to deny her own son, waiting, allowing this almost painful, awkwardness a chance to yield the same kind of joy her friend was reaping.

Robin's voice rasped forth. "Can you feel your son's cock in your ass?"

Myra nodded, holding her breath and releasing it slowly as she got used to her son's cock.

"Is it good?"

Myra nodded, though she seemed uncertain.

"There's nothing like it," Robin panted. She turned her eyes back to Craig. "Start moving," she instructed. "Fuck her. Fuck your mom's ass."

Robin turned her eyes back to Myra's again as Craig slowly pushed in, stretching his mother's sphincter, forcing her eyes open wider. Back he pulled, and then forward, but further in. Back, then further in again. Soon, his pelvis met his mother's cheeks and he began to regularly fuck his mom just like Steve was doing. Myra was no longer nervous, she was moaning with each thrust. On and on it went. Short strokes, then long. Slow and then hard, his stick pushing her ass around, grinding her against the couch. She couldn't believe how good it felt, or how long her son could fuck her. He lasted way longer than he did in her pussy. Soon a glow began to spread from her ass to her cunt and from there through her pelvis, reaching her tits, tingling everywhere. She was groaning and groaning. Suddenly she felt his hot liquid filling her ass and it triggered her own explosive release, flooding her legs.

It was a long time before her breathing returned to normal. She could hardly walk when Craig pulled her to her feet and steered her down the hall. To the bathroom? She didn't need to go. No. He was leading her into a bedroom, over to the bed, laying her down on her tummy. Yes, she could use a rest. She stretched her arms out above her head and folded them in. Craig was pushing her legs apart. What's he doing? His hands spread her cheeks. No. I can't. You can have my pussy later. I need to rest. God his cock was pushing in, in her ass again. Fuck it felt wonderful. How filling. His shaft shoved all the way in. Oh god, he was fucking already. No pause. Fuck. Oh, give it to me, son. Fuck my ass again.

Craig heard none of this of course but he was aware of how his mother lifted her ass back toward him, eagerly reaching to meet each thrust. He was amazed that she liked it so much. He loved it, but he thought women just endured it. There was no question his mom wanted it. God, listen to her, he thought. She really likes it this way.

Tomorrow they were going home, but nothing was going to be the same there. Not ever. Thank you, Robin. I love you too he threw his silent thought back through the open bedroom door.

"Unnnngghhhh," he suddenly thrust hard between his mother's cheeks, forcing a grunt from Myra's mouth. "Unnngghhh ... unnnggghhh ... unnngghhhhh."

Craig hunched down, close behind his mother's ear.

"I love you Mom."

We left the next afternoon but there were many more visits after that. Mom and Robin must have exchanged phone numbers or emails because our trips always coincided with their visits. Mom argued with Dad about keeping the condo for winter holidays after Nana and Gramps passed away. There was no way she was going to relinquish our get aways. With the condo and full privacy for ourselves, we had a wonderful time. Steve's grandparents passed away not long after mine did but they sold their unit because the proceeds had to be shared among several family members. When they came, they stayed with us. After Steve took jobs we were often unable to be there at the same time but our moms were. Having two women fuss over you is wonderful but trying to keep up can be a daunting task, even for a younger man. I have a video clip of Robin feeding Mom grapes while my face is buried between Mom's thighs. There was lots of fun stuff like that.

One thing I have to say. Though sex with Robin was great -- and no woman could offer her ass in a more exciting way -- it still didn't compare to my times with Mom. Nothing ever has.​