Incest/Taboo The Single Mothers Club

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story continues the complicated relationship between the narrator, Ansel, and his young widowed step-mom, Ashley. I would recommend going back to read the previous chapters. I will also summarize them here.

Step-Moms and Other Mothers, Ansel returns home for his father's funeral, and quickly falls for his grieving step-mom. After a number of nights in which he holds her in bed, she finally fucks him, though she keeps her face averted the entire time. Telling Ansel they should never sleep together again, Ashley instead introduces him to her walking group which she calls the Single Mothers Club. Ansel is sent over to the house of a young, curvaceous single mother named Lupe. Ansel tells Lupe about some of his sexual exploits while she touches herself in the shower. She then gives him a blowjob, and he eats her out. When Ansel returns home, he finds that his step-mom has filled the calendar with dates with other Single Mothers.

Mothers, Their Lovers, and Me, Ansel is busy working for the Single Mothers Club. Rather than fucking them, as he had initially thought he would have to do, he is busy cleaning houses, babysitting, and running errands. Ansel starts to have feelings for a busty redhead named Erin, which makes Ashley jealous. During a movie night, Ashley teases Ansel, and eventually they both masturbate in front of each other. However, Ashley starts to cry when she sees too much of Ansel's father in the boy. Ansel winds up gardening at the house of Kimberly Okinawa, a statuesque woman whose husband had cheated on her. There, he runs into Samantha, a girl he knew in high school, who now babysits. Ms. Okinawa takes Ansel out for dinner, and winds up fucking him in the car while her husband watches. Strangely, this encounter brings the couple closer together, and they invite Ansel over to celebrate with drinks and dessert. Little does he know, Ms. Okinawa has also invited over Ashley, who is waiting in the bedroom naked except for a mask over her eyes. Ansel fucks his step-mom while Ms. Okinawa and her husband, John, watch. Back home, Ansel and Ashley watch a movie while holding hands.

And now, I hope you enjoy...

The Single Mothers Club: Chapter 3

The Love of Other Mothers

I awoke with my step-mom in my arms.

Ashley and I lay on the couch together. At some point during the movie last night, we'd fallen asleep, and I must have pulled the quilt from the back of the couch over us. I spooned Ashley, my nose and lips buried in her chestnut curls. I had one arm curled up beneath my head, but the other was on her stomach, held there by Ashley's hand.

I had a wicked hard-on, pressed against Ashley's firm ass. I remembered when this would have embarrassed me. It was only a few weeks ago that I'd returned home to San Francisco after graduating college. I'd never planned on coming back, but my father had died, and no matter our poor relationship I could not have missed his funeral.

There I reunited with Ashley, my step-mom. At 29, she was only eight years older than me, and half the age of my father. I'd absolutely despised her when my dad had first introduced us. I was a junior in high school, and wanted nothing to do with this young woman who had moved, like a parasite, into our Sunset District apartment. And when she gave birth to twins, I was stuck as the perpetual free babysitter. Honestly, when I'd gone off to college, I thought I had seen the last of my step-mom.

But at the funeral, I couldn't keep my eyes from the curves revealed by Ashley's slim black dress. And during the wake, I saw a whole new side of Ashley. Her dark, sad eyes meeting mine, her warm hand on my arm, her lips staying too long by my mouth... my step-mom lit a fire inside me.

That fire had slowly built until my step-siblings were picked up my their grandma, to spend the rest of the summer at her house. Then Ashley invited me into her bed, and our new relationship had begun.

It had been a complicated summer. There were times when Ashley let her passions run wild, when she enfolded me in her arms and opened her mouth to my lips, my tongue, my cock. But there had been other times, when the shame of fucking her step-son overwhelmed Ashley, and she became distant and cold. During these times, she farmed me out to her walking group, which she called the Single Mothers Club. These beautiful moms needed a helping hand, someone to pull weeds, repair furniture, and babysit.

But sometimes they'd needed more. There was Lupe, who needed a man to eat out her pussy and cum into her mouth. And there was the statuesque Ms. Okinawa, who had fucked me while her cheating husband watched. Somehow her exhibition reignited their love for each other, and the couple had invited me over last night to celebrate. There had been scotch, and dessert, and my step-mom, naked but for a mask covering her eyes.

Memories of the previous night flooded my mind. I had fucked Ashley's mouth, shoved my tongue into her pussy, and pulled her hair while thrusting deep into her from behind. And at the end, Ashley had whispered three words into my ear.

"I love you."

Ashley stirred in my arms. She took a deep breath and arched her back. Her ass ground against my erection.

"Mmmm," Ashley moaned. Even from behind, I could hear the sound of her smile.

Ashley released my hand, and reached around behind her. She slipped into my pajama bottoms and wrapped her fingers around my erection. I shuddered with lust. I moved my hand up beneath Ashley's loose sweatshirt and grasped one of her round breasts. It was warm, and soft. I gently pinched her nipple and rolled it between my fingers.

Ashley moaned again.

"Today's Saturday, right?" she asked.

"Yeah," I said, my mouth still embedded in her delicious-smelling curls.

Ashley started to gently stroke my engorged cock, still breathing the deep breath of near-sleep.

"Do you want to spend the weekend together?" she asked in a surprisingly shy voice. "I kind of want to stay by your side all day and night. Would that be okay?"

I felt a huge smile break across my face, and my heart sang.

"I would love that," I said.

Ashley's thumb swiped across the precum beading up from the tip of my cock, and swirled it around my head. I groaned and started to softly thrust my cock through Ashley's curled fingers. I moved my hand down Ashley's belly and towards the hem of her pajama bottoms. But I paused.

"Ashley," I said. "I was thinking about last night..."

My heart was pounding in my chest. I was taking a risk here, and if I fucked it up everything could end. But I felt like I couldn't continue without saying what I needed to say.

Ashley must have heard the gravity in my voice, for she pulled her hand away from my swollen dick.

"Yes?" she asked. She still faced away from me, towards the blank, black TV screen.

I sat up on my elbow and looked down at her face in profile. Ashley had a long, oval face, fair and flawless, like some Greek goddess carved from pale marble. Every time I saw her dark eyes, long nose, and full lips, I marveled at her beauty. I wanted nothing more than to descend upon that face below me, pull back the hair, and cover every inch of her skin with kisses. I wanted to pry open those lips with my tongue, to grasp her neck in my hands and feel her pulse leap as we kissed.

I took a deep breath.

"I..." I started. Ashley still didn't look at me. Her dark eyes looked troubled, and a gentle tremble shook her lip.

"I love you," I said.

I let the words hang out in the silence of the morning. The sunlight was dim and pale through the fog outside the window. It made the apartment seem frozen in time, like an underexposed photograph.

Ashley closed her eyes. I saw tears well up and start to run sideways down her face. She took a deep, shuddering breath.

Suddenly she started to cry, huge sobs wracking her body. I didn't know if I should hold her tight or leap from the couch and drive away from San Francisco forever.

Then, between the sobs, she cried out, "Goddammit Ansel, I fucking love you too. I know it's sick. I'm your step-mom. I'm still grieving your father. I shouldn't want you like this. I shouldn't want your hands on me, your lips on me. I shouldn't want you inside of me, filling me up. But I can't help it. I love you!"

I sank into Ashley. I wrapped my arms around her and held her trembling form to my chest.

"Oh god," I moaned, "I love you, Ashley. I've never loved anyone like this before."

"Every part of me wants you," Ashley continued, her voice fragile but filled with fire. "My lips want your kisses. My breasts want your hands. My... my pussy aches for you. For... for your cock inside me. I'm... I'm always so wet when I see you. I feel like a fucking dog in heat. I just want to pull down my pants, raise my ass into the air, and let you have your way with me. It's crazy, it's insane, but I can't fight it anymore."

I laughed deeply, and held Ashley tighter.

Ashley said, "But if anyone found out... I mean anyone other than Kimberly... there are people out there who wouldn't understand. What we're doing... it's almost incest. It's sick. But it's what my body wants. It's what my heart wants. It's what I want."

I kissed Ashley's neck, whispering to her, "It's what I want, too. I don't care what anyone thinks."

Ashley moaned, "Touch me, Ansel. I'm so fucking wet for you."

I slid my hand down beneath Ashley's pajamas and underwear. Her pussy radiated heat, and had soaked through her panties.

My fingers quickly slid between Ashley's pussy lips, and she groaned with pleasure. I licked Ashley's ear and kissed her jawline while sliding two fingers in and out of her pussy, curling them as I entered her. Meanwhile, my other hand groped at her tits, squeezing her. Ashley grabbed my hand and raised it to her mouth. I slipped my fingers between Ashley's lips, and she sucked greedily.

My hand beneath Ashley's pajamas was wet with pussy juices. I found Ashley's clit and started rubbing it, occasionally dipping back into her pussy for more lubrication. Ashley bucked her hips against my hand and continued to suck on my fingers. She moaned repeatedly, wildly, inhuman groans blooming from some deep, dark, wet place.

I pressed hard on Ashley's clit, rubbing circles around it. I thrust my erection against Ashley's ass. Ashley's mouth gaped open as she let out guttural cries. I lowered my hand to Ashley's neck and gently wrapped my fingers around her throat. I felt her pulse leaping, her throat working as she released each cry. Ashley's eyes were closed tightly, and her face was hot and flushed.

I continued to fuck Ashley's pussy with my fingers, quick wet thrusts. My palm slapped against her flesh, against her clit. I slightly tightened my other hand around Ashley's throat, just enough pressure to feel her blood racing. Ashley was panting, her mouth wide open. As her hips bucked, her ass rubbed against my hard-on, driving me wild. I wanted to tear off her pajamas and soaked panties, and plunge my cock into her pussy. I wanted to throw her onto the floor and mount her like a dog, to let all the emotions of love and lust boil over and transform me into a wild beast.

I whispered into Ashley's ear, "You're so fucking sexy. Every time you walk through that door, I just want to throw you against it and have my way with you."

Ashley moaned, "Oh god, I want that too."

"When we are out in public, I just want to grab you by the neck and kiss you deeply, let everyone know you're mine."

"Oh," Ashley sighed, "oh, yes, yes!"

Ashley's tongue was pushing up against her cheek. Her breathing was ragged and short. I rubbed her clit furiously.

"I don't care who knows it. I fucking love you, and I want you all the time. I don't care if I have to bend you over in front of the whole Single Mothers Club and fuck you raw. I don't care if I have to put you on your knees in front of everyone and fuck your mouth, cum down your throat. I want you, and I love you, and I can't stand being away from you."

"Oh!"

Suddenly Ashley's whole body shook as she climaxed. She screamed, a literal, blood-curling scream, and pressed against her I could feel that scream vibrate through my own chest.

Ashley's body relaxed, and sank back against mine. She started to giggle.

"Jesus," she said, "I haven't orgasmed like that since... well, since you fucked me last night."

I laughed too. I shifted my arms and held Ashley tight again. Ashley raised my soaked fingers to her mouth and started to suck on them, sliding each one between her lips.

"Is it weird that I like the taste of my own pussy?" she asked.

I shook my head, and said, "I think it's pretty sexy."

"I bet you do," Ashley laughed. She wiggled her hips against me. "Oh my, you're so hard. And so chivalrous, making sure your step-mom cums first."

Ashley paused for a moment, her ass frozen against my cock.

"Those things you said, Ansel..."

She paused, and I held my breath. Had I gone too far?

"I loved them. They got me so hot. If I had my way, I'd suck your cock in front of all the moms. Let them know you're mine, any time I want."

Ashley reached back and started to tug my pajama bottoms down. I helped her, and soon my erection sprang free. Precum had soaked my boxers, and more leaked onto Ashley's hand as she wrapped her fingers around my head and shaft.

Ashley started to stroke my cock again. It leapt at each rise and fall of her beautiful hand.

Ashley pulled down her own pajama bottoms. She positioned the head of my cock between her thighs, so it was pressed up against her wet and warm pussy.

"Can you imagine," Ashley said, "what would happen if you got me pregnant?"

I felt my face blush at the thought.

"Are you on birth control?" I asked.

Ashley nodded, her back still to me. Her hand gripped my cock harder, stroked it faster.

"I'm on the pill," Ashley said. "But still... the thought gets me so turned on. Something about you cumming inside me. Something about swelling up with you, getting filled up by you. It's bad, but it's such a turn-on."

I moaned, feeling Ashley's pussy lips part and take in the head of my cock.

"What would we do, if I got you pregnant?" I asked, my voice hoarse as I tried to hold myself back.

"If you came inside me, and I got pregnant... I would want to keep it," Ashley said. "It would be proof of our love. Oh, I could probably lie and say it was your dad's, that I got pregnant right before he died. But I would know, and you would know."

Ashley's hand was stroking my cock fast now, my own precum and her pussy juices acting as lubricant. I knew I couldn't hold back much longer. I groaned loudly.

"We could just move away," I moaned. "We could just live somewhere else. No one would have to know you're my step-mom."

"That's true," Ashley said. "Then we could be as romantic as we want to be in public. I think after I had the baby, I'd want to get pregnant again right away. I just can't imagine not taking in your cum. I want it, I fucking want it."

Ashley's hand gripped me tighter, pumped me harder.

"I want you to cum in me right now."

"I'm going to," I said. "I'm going to cum, oh god!"

"The thought of you making me pregnant is turning me on so much," Ashley moaned. "I want you to cum inside me. Fill me up. I want it dripping out of me. I want to feel it all over my pussy, down my thighs. Oh god, cum inside me, cum inside me!"

Ashley and I groaned loudly together as I exploded, my head just inside her pussy lips. I felt my cum blast inside of her as she continued to stroke me, milking me for every drop. And the image of Ashley pregnant, swollen up, turned me on too, so that right when I thought I was done orgasming I started to shake again. My cock had slipped from her pussy, and the cum splashed against her lips, her hand, her thighs. My cock slipped over her cum-wet skin, and I came a third time, bursting against her.

I breathed hard, gasping against Ashley's long chestnut hair. The smell of her was inside of me, and her warm body was pressed against mine. I raised my face to kiss Ashley, and saw she was still closing her eyes. I reached down and pulled her chin towards me. We kissed, our mouths wet and warm and hungry with passion.

Ashley finally opened her eyes mid-kiss, and smiled at me. She raised her hand, which was covered in white ropes of cum.

"I think I should clean up," she laughed. "Then I'll make breakfast."

Ashley stood up from the couch. She slipped her panties and pajama bottoms off. Her crotch and thighs gleamed with cum. It dripped down her legs, and she bent to scoop it up with her fingers.

"Wow," she said. "I guess it's a good thing I'm on the pill!"

Ashley laughed again, and walked carefully towards the bathroom.

I took a shower after Ashley, and by the time I got out she had made pancakes and bacon. Ashley wore her blue bathrobe, tied loose over her round breasts. She smiled widely at me, and greeted me with a warm kiss, pressing her body against my chest.

"Mm," I moaned happily.

Ashley brought me a mug of steaming coffee, and I sat down to eat. My eyes, however, kept drifting to my step-mom. She was gorgeous, glowing, her cheeks rosy, her hair messily tumbling over her face and shoulders. Our eyes met, and she giggled, blushing. Beneath the kitchen table, Ashley's bare foot found my bare leg. She stroked my calf with her toe.

"Whoops!" Ashley suddenly cried out. The cap had come off of the syrup bottle, and thick golden syrup had dripped down over her fingers.

I stood. "Let me help you clean that up."

I circled around the table. Rather than grabbing a towel, I took Ashley's hand in mine. I bent down and drew her fingers into my mouth. I sucked hard on them, pulling them out, cleaning them of the sweet syrup.

"Ooh, thank you," Ashley purred. She eyed me demurely.

"There's a little more," I noted. I spread Ashley's fingers apart and licked between them, running my tongue up and down, catching every little sticky bit of syrup. Ashley blushed and looked down.

"Uh oh," she said, "some of the syrup got on my leg."

I got down on my knees on the tile floor and bent down to Ashley's thigh, where a bead of syrup worked its way slowly down the pale flesh just outside the hem of her bathrobe. Starting a few inches below the drip, I traced my tongue up Ashley's thigh, finally scooping up the syrup. Ashley sighed with pleasure.

I placed my hands between Ashley's knees and spread her thighs apart. Her robe parted. Beneath, Ashley was completely naked. She had washed the cum from her crotch and legs, and her pussy was pink and wet, opening like a flower before my eyes.

"Did you get any syrup here?" I asked.

"Only one way to find out," Ashley replied.

I licked Ashley's pussy, dragging the flat of my tongue from the bottom to the top. She moaned and ran her hands through my hair. I sucked my mouth against her pussy lips, then let my tongue go wild. I thrust my tongue into Ashley's pussy, flicked it up and down, wiggled it, pulled it out. Then I attacked again with the flat of my tongue. Ashley's pussy lips blushed crimson, and her thighs shuddered against my face.

I raised my mouth to Ashley's clit and sucked on the flesh all around it, darting the tip of my tongue against her. I pulled back and targeted her clit, thrusting my tongue against it, pushing at it, flicking it, circling it, worshiping it. Then I broke off and licked her pussy again, up and down, in and out, absolutely devouring her.

Ashley ground her ass into her chair, and bucked her hips against me. I reached around with both hands and grabbed the firm globes of her ass cheeks, shoved her crotch against my face. I slipped a few fingers in between her cheeks and found her asshole through her bathrobe, and pressed down against it.

"Oh Jesus!" Ashley cried out. "Yes! Just like that! I'm close!"

I looked up past Ashley's quivering breasts to her face. Ashley's eyes were closed, just like on the couch. My heart sank a little. I had imagined her looking down at me with fire in her eyes, seeing my devotion to her wet and delicious pussy. But I persevered.

I doubled down on Ashley's clit, barraging it with my tongue and lips. I kept up pressure on her asshole through the thin fabric of her bathrobe, and squeezed her ass cheeks in my hands.

Ashley's fingers tightened in my hair, and she cried out loudly as she came. I felt her pussy lips tighten then loosen, and she coated my lips and chin in juices.

I gave Ashley's pussy one more big, open-mouth kiss, licked it, and stood.

Ashley opened her eyes. The skin of her breasts, neck, and face were flushed. Her hair was wild, curling over her forehead and shoulders.

Ashley gave me a wicked smile. "Did you enjoy your breakfast?"

I wiped the back of my hand over my mouth and chin. "Fuck yeah," I said. "I think I have room for seconds."

Standing in front of Ashley, my erection pressed out against my gym shorts. Ashley licked her lips, then stood. She reached down and grabbed my cock through my shorts, a tight grasp. She tugged me towards the hall and bedroom.

"Come on," she said. "Now it's my turn to eat. And I want breakfast in bed."

"Ashley," I said, hesitating a moment, "why were your eyes closed?"

Ashley kept her hand on my cock, but turned away from me. She bit her bottom lip and took a deep breath.

"Honestly," she said, "I'm still struggling. You look so much like him. I sometimes... forget that you're not your father. And then I remember you're my step-son. And my thoughts get complicated."

I took Ashley's chin in my fingers and turned her face towards me. Her eyes darted across mine, searching out my emotions. I pulled Ashley in for a deep kiss. Her fingers danced over my cock, feeling its girth and firmness through my gym shorts.

"I want you to watch me," I said.

Ashley's face was flush, and her dark eyes were locked in on mine. She nodded.

"I'll try," she said.

Suddenly Ashley's phone on the kitchen island chimed. Her eyes darted to it, and she swore.

"Shit! I totally forgot," she said.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

Ashley's hands went to her phone, and she quickly sent out a text.

"Today is a picnic for the Single Mothers Club," she told me. "I'm supposed to bring croissants and jam."

"Are you still going to go?"

Ashley gave me a long look over her shoulder.

"What do you mean? We're spending the whole weekend together, right?"

I smiled, relieved. "Should we go back to the bedroom?"

Ashley shook her head. "That's not what I mean. You're coming with me to the picnic."

"Like as your date?"

My head swam. Was Ashley ready to take our love public? I imagined myself kissing her in front of all the other moms. I knew that I'd fantasized about it, but I wasn't sure I was ready for my fantasy to become reality.

Ashley laughed.

"Good God, no! You'll just have to be my step-son. And I expect you to behave well."

Ashley reached down and squeezed my cock through my shorts again. I groaned without meaning to. My cock felt like it was about to tear through the thin fabric of my gym shorts and fire towards Ashley like a torpedo. My blood sang in my ears. All I wanted to do was push Ashley to her knees, grab handfuls of her dark, thick hair, and thrust my cock through her plump lips into her wet mouth and throat. I wanted to fuck her mouth as saliva ran down her chin, dripped onto her round breasts. I wanted to fuck her mouth until I came down her gullet, I wanted to hear her gulping me down, slurping me, sucking every last drop from me.

Ashley must have seen the fire in my eyes. Her face flushed, and she smiled widely. She stepped closer to me, close enough that my erection pressed against her belly.

"If you behave," she said coyly, running her fingers over my back and shoulders, "I'll give you one hell of a reward when we get home."

"I'll behave," I said, my whole body quivering as I fought the urge to fuck my step-mom there on the kitchen island.

Ashley stood up on her tip-toes and kissed me. She slipped her tongue into my mouth, and her fingers played through my hair. I rested my hands on her back and ass, holding her tight against my body and my rock-hard dick.

"Good boy," she whispered in my ear.

It was one of the rare sunny days in San Francisco, not a wisp of fog to be seen. The sky was a faultless blue, and the trees of Golden Gate Park shifted and sighed contentedly in the gentle breeze.

The moms had chosen a spot near the Conservatory of Flowers, a white glass palace built during an old intercontinental exhibition. It was surrounded by rolling lawns and garden beds exploding with flowers. Birds sang from perches in the tall eucalyptus and redwood trees, and the park was busy with bicycles, joggers, and laughing families.

Ashley looked stunning in a blue sundress patterned with white flowers, a black cardigan, and a floppy brown hat that could have come out of a 60's hippie film. She'd pinned her hair up, and the dark felt of the hat framed her pale oval face and long supple neck. I wore a plaid button-down, skinny jeans, and Converse, my usual outfit for casual gatherings. As we crossed the park, the backs of our hands brushed. Self-consciously, I pulled my hand away, but within a few minutes our arms brushed again. This time Ashley pulled her hand away, tucking a loose chestnut curl behind her ear. She glanced at me, and we both smiled sheepishly.

The Single Mothers Club had set up a number of picnic blankets surrounding a few tables loaded with trays of sandwiches, snacks, and desserts. Open coolers were filled with ice, beer, wine, and sodas. I recognized many of the moms here, and some of the kids; the picnic was a riot of screaming children, laughing women, and paper plates of food left out under the sun.

I waved at Lupe, who held her little monster against her large breasts. She was dressed in a green peasant blouse and black jeans. She waved back and winked at me, then continued her conversation with Olga. Ms. Okinawa sat straight-backed at a picnic table, holding court to a half-circle of young moms sitting on picnic blankets below her. A mob of children suddenly ran past us, being chased by Samantha. She gave me a quick smile, then continued to follow the children, shouting out, "Here comes the dinosaur!"

Ashley placed her croissants and jam on a table, and then walked off to talk with her friend Lara. I made myself a plate of food and looked out over the crowd of beautiful moms. There must have been twenty or so women here, every one of them stunning. There were moms in elegantly patterned sundresses, splayed out like spilled bouquets on picnic blankets. There were moms in tank-tops and shorts, stretching their bare legs in the sun. There were moms in leggings and sports bras, showing off their yoga bodies, their Crossfit abs and cycling asses.

I was shaken out of my reverie when Lupe and Erin approached, each smiling widely.

"Ansel, you're here!" Lupe cried out, giving me a hug.

"Hey Ansel," Erin said, eyeing me shyly.

Lupe was a short and vivacious woman, with long black hair that she parted down the middle and tied back in a ponytail. She had a round face with dark tan skin and plump pink lips. Her eyes were dark and mischievous. As she hugged me, I felt her breasts against me, large breasts for her small frame.

Erin was taller than Lupe, with a cascade of wavy red hair and an hourglass figure. Her large breasts stood out over a slim waist and wide hips, accentuated by the tight maroon t-shirt and short khaki shorts she wore. I couldn't help but admire her long, full legs, and wonder at the fact that just a bare inch or two of khaki hid the edge of her panties.

"Hi Lupe, hi Erin," I said, putting my empty plate down on a nearby picnic table. "I'm glad to see you! There aren't a lot of guys here for me to hang out with."

Lupe laughed, and placed her hands on her hips. She eyed me flirtatiously, and said, "You got a special invitation. I heard a lot of the moms texted Ashley, making sure you'd be here."

"Really?" I asked, blushing.

Erin nervously rubbed at her bare arm.

"I, uh, might have been one of those moms," she confessed.

"Me too," Lupe said with a wink.

Looking at Lupe, at her large breasts and plump lips, I couldn't help remember when she had spread those lips over my cock after I had cleaned her house. After I came down her throat, I'd eaten her out, and we'd snuggled afterwards on the couch in post-orgasm bliss.

Erin, on the other hand, I had only flirted with. I'd sensed the opportunity for more, but Ashley had called me away before anything could happen. And with the looks she was giving me, I suspected that Erin was wondering if we would ever have another shot.

Lupe suddenly piped up, saying, "You don't need a guy here, Ansel. What you need is a girl of your own. Don't you think so, Erin?"

Erin nodded, and said, "Yeah, Ansel's a catch. I'm surprised he doesn't have a girlfriend."

"Aren't you dating anyone?" Lupe asked. "You know San Francisco is full of beautiful women."

"I know," I replied, "I'm talking to two of them."

"Oh, you flirt!" Erin cried out, pushing my shoulder. "You need a girl who's more available than any of these moms. Between their kids, their ex's, and their jobs, these women don't have time to give you what you deserve."

"Are you on a dating app?" Lupe asked.

"Yeah," I said, "but I haven't been using it too much."

"Ooooh, let us see!" Erin said.

"No way!"

Lupe stepped closer, and wrapped her hands around my back. Again, her large breasts pressed against my chest, and she said in a flirtatious voice, "Come on, let us see your cute dating profile."

I felt myself getting rather hot and bothered by this two gorgeous women. Suddenly Lupe darted her hand into my pocket, and snatched out my phone.

"Hey, give that back!" I said.

Lupe danced away, and Erin stepped between us.

"If you unlock it, I'll give it back," Lupe laughed.

I tried to get around Erin, but she strong-armed me.

"Okay, okay!" I cried out. I gave Lupe the code to unlock my phone.

"Yes!" Lupe cheered. "Okay, now I'm going to open the app."

"Hey! You said you'd give it back."

"One moment, papi!" Lupe teased.

Erin joined Lupe's side, staring into my phone.

"Oh, that's a cute picture of you," she said.

Lupe started swiping at my phone screen.

"Let's see who Ansel's prospects are!"

"Hm," Erin said, "I don't like her. Swipe left."

Lupe did so.

"No, she's too young for Ansel. Swipe left."

I watched, aghast, as these two moms started barring dozens of beautiful girls from my dating profile.

"Oh, too many tattoos. This one's definitely a vegan, no good. How about her, a weightlifter? No, I don't like that smile. Oh, she's got a cute dog. But I think she's too fake."

Suddenly Lupe and Erin cried out together.

"Oh my god, is she dating again?"

"I guess so! Do you think Ansel would like her?"

Erin gave me a long look, a crimson blush coming to her neck and cheeks.

"Yeah, actually, I think so."

Lupe waved me over.

"Ansel, check this out."

I squeezed between the two women. Lupe's head came up to my chest, and Erin stood at my shoulder. Lupe held my phone between them, and the screen was framed by their large breasts. On my phone I saw a young woman, probably in her early twenties, with short dirty-blonde hair and a lopsided grin.

"What do you think?" Lupe asked.

"Yeah, she's cute," I admitted.

Erin pointed across the picnic tables.

"She's right over there!"

I looked over and saw the woman from my phone. She was slim, wearing a tan knit crop top that clung to her small breasts, and white chinos. Her short blond hair was hidden under a broad-brimmed straw sunhat. She crouched down near Ms. Okinawa and peered through an expensive-looking camera, taking quick pictures.

"That's Valerie," Erin said. "Her baby boy is... oh, Sammy's got him. Just nine months old! Nobody knows who the dad is, except Valerie, and all she says is that he's not interested in being a part of the family."

Lupe added, "Valerie is really cool! She's into photography, and I heard she even got some photos into some local galleries."

I watched as Valerie walked around the picnic, chatting with moms and taking pictures. She was graceful, stepping carefully over picnic blankets and plates of food, and seemed quick with a smile. I saw her making her way towards Samantha, who was holding a very young baby. As Valerie took pictures, I realized that it was her son that Samantha was holding.

Samantha smiled for the picture, and I reflected once again how gorgeous she was. I hadn't seen her since she was 16, and in the four years I'd been in college she had shed her teenage awkwardness and bloomed into a beautiful young woman. With her thick black hair, smooth dark skin, and heart-shaped face, she looked like she could be a model, even as she held Valerie's baby. She wore a sporty t-shirt that fit snug around her soft breasts, and ripped jean shorts through which I could see the luscious brown skin of her thighs.

Valerie, comparatively, was a skinny thing with a narrow waist exposed by her knit crop-top. As she crouched to take Sammy's picture, I could see the bones of her spine, and the shape of her hips and the top of her ass above her white chinos. She was beautiful, but like a fragile bird you wanted to hold carefully.

Lupe and Erin must have caught me staring, because they giggled and swiped right on Valerie's picture.

"Wouldn't they be so cute together?" Lupe asked.

Erin agreed. "She deserves a nice guy like Ansel."

I turned back to these two moms, suddenly embarrassed by my gawking. Erin's eyes were on my body. She reached out and squeezed my arm.

"Wow Ansel, I think all the yard work and chores you've been doing have been good for you. You're looking really buff."

Lupe grinned and put her small brown hand on my belly.

"Ooh, papi, I think you've got a six-pack! Can I see?"

I blushed. "I don't think I should pull up my shirt around all these families," I said.

"Come on, just a peek," Erin teased. She started to finger the bottom of my shirt.

Lupe jiggled her chest flirtatiously, and said, "What if we show you ours? A fair exchange, right?"

Erin laughed, her hand still playing with my shirt hem, and said, "Yeah, you can tell us who has the bigger boobs. It's a topic of intense debate in the moms club."

I knew Lupe and Erin were just teasing me, but I couldn't help but eye their breasts through their shirts.

"Uh oh!" Lupe said. "I think we might be teasing him too much."

Erin's eyes darted down to my crotch, and she blushed. I looked down, and saw my dick, starting to swell and clearly outlined against my pants.

"Oh shit," I said. "I'm so sorry."

Erin laughed, and said, "We were being mean. We shouldn't tease you like that!"

But Lupe was biting her lip and keeping her eyes on the bulge in my pants. I saw a blush creeping over her her neck and collarbone. I remembered her, down on her knees, taking my cock deep into her mouth.

I glanced around, trying to distract myself and calm down. I suddenly saw Ashley looking my way. She was talking with Lara, one of the other moms in the neighborhood, but her eyes were on me, and Erin and Lupe. Her brow was furrowed, and as a sudden breeze caught at her hat and dress, she made an excuse to Lara and started to walk my way.

The wind continued to pull at her dress, splaying it tight against her body. I admired the sway of her hips and the firm roundness of her breasts in her blue sundress. Curls of her chestnut hair had gotten loose from beneath her large, floppy hat, and they danced in the breeze.

"Hi Ashley," Erin said. "It's so great to see you out here on this beautiful day. How have you been feeling?"

Ashley hugged Erin, and replied, "Oh you know, every day gets a little better."

"You must feel lucky to have Ansel around to help."

Ashley put a hand on my shoulder and squeezed.

"You can't imagine how lucky I am."

Lupe asked, "Your twins are still with your mom, right?"

Ashley nodded. "They'll be back before school starts."

Erin said, "If you ever need some alone time, feel free to send Ansel to my place. If he promises to watch after my kid, I'll make him dinner."

"Or to my house," Lupe offered. "I could always use help cleaning up!"

Ashley eyed the two hungry women before me, and shifted her hand down to my elbow.

"Ansel, can you help me with that thing at the car?" she asked.

"Um, sure," I said.

Lupe and Erin glanced at each other and giggled.

"We'll see you later," Erin said as Ashley lead me away.

We walked past the screaming children and picnic tables loaded with food, past the gossiping moms and towards a path between the swaying trees. The sounds of the families slowly faded, replaced by the breeze sighing through the high branches, the rustle of birds and squirrels.

Ashley was breathing quickly, her shoulders tense, her eyes forward. I trudged on behind her, confused.

"Didn't we park the other way?"

Ashley shrugged and kept walking.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

Ashley suddenly turned towards me, her cheeks flushed, her dark eyebrows furrowed.

"I'm angry!" she hissed, trying to hold back her anger in the quiet park. "I'm... I'm so angry! The way that Erin and Lupe were teasing you. It was... it was very disrespectful."

I laughed, surprised.

"I didn't feel like they were being mean to me," I said. "We were just talking."

"They... they had their hands all over you!" Ashley said, her face turned towards the trees. "And their tits were practically in your face."

"Ashley, are you... are you jealous?"

"Yes!" Ashley exclaimed, throwing her hands up. "I couldn't stand it! I couldn't stand watching them flirt with you, and touch you, and all I could do was listen to Lara yap on and watch. I just wanted to shove them aside and say... well..."

"Say what?"

"I don't know! That... that you're mine!"

I looked at this beautiful woman before me, her brown curls spilling out from her sun hat, her breasts rising and falling with each angry breath.

"I'm yours?"

Ashley bit her lip and took my hand in hers. I felt her fingers shaking, and I held her hand in both of mine, like a little bird fallen from its nest. Ashley stepped closer to me, still breathing hard.

"You are mine," she said in a quiet voice. "No one else's. Mine entirely."

I was enveloped by her dark eyes, her halo of chestnut hair, that wide hat of black felt. The park seemed to vanish; the trees stopped swaying, the birds ceased their calls. Ashley looked up at me, her face close to mine, the inches of air between our lips seemed suddenly too vast a distance.

"Come on," she said. She darted away from me, her hand still in mine, and like a dog on a leash, I followed.

Ashley pulled me between the trees, off the path. She took me on a dizzying jog, changing directions frequently, first behind one copse of trees, then running to another. The trail we had been walking vanished. We couldn't see the picnic, or the pathways, or any other human beings. We were, finally, alone.

We paused, then, by a stand of redwood trees so tall they seemed to hold up the sky. Ashley, panting, dropped my hands and took the hat from her head. Her chestnut curls spilled down over her long neck and fine shoulders. I leaned back against the cool, soft bark of one of the trees, catching my breath.

Ashley turned towards me and stepped close. She raised her lips to my neck and planted them there. She kissed a trail up my neck to my jaw, then met my lips. Her tongue slipped into my mouth. I wrapped my arms around her, and just held her there against me, the two of us embracing amongst the ancient trees.