Incest/Taboo Tits Are Made For Sucking

Mom and son in the aftermath of fresh incest, and more.

Author's note -- portions of this story contain scenes of homosexual activity. All participants in this story are of legal age. If you missed part one of this story, check it out.

Sunlight from the new day permeated the living room as I blinked awake. Mom and I had spent the remainder of the night in each other's embrace. The residue of our incestuous coupling had dried on my loins, making my pubes stiff and crusty. I didn't mind.

I rubbed my face back and forth against the pillow, finally pulling myself upright into a sitting position on the creaky sofa-bed. Mom had left the bed. Of course, I started analyzing the night we had just spent together, what I would say to her, and how this would play out in the ensuing days. No doubt, this was a bold, new phase of our mother/son relationship.

Then I thought about how satisfying our night together had been. Sighing, I relaxed against the supportive cushion behind me, taking in the sounds of late morning. Birds chirped outside in the tall pine trees lining the driveway. Already, I wanted more.

Noises emanated from the kitchen, then wonderful aromas of bacon and coffee. I heard my mother humming distractedly, a habit of hers when she was busy at something. I tossed the blanket aside, wondering if I should remain naked or cover myself. Fishing around the foot of the bed, I pulled out my shorts and slid them on.

I padded across the carpet in my underwear toward the sounds and smells. My first sight of Mom was her in her dark green bathrobe, frying eggs in the skillet, head lowered in concentration. When she caught sight of me in her periphery, she smiled. Not the usual broad smile of hers. This time, it contained a tinge of what I considered embarrassment.

"Good morning, honey." She said in a low voice. "Are you okay? Did you sleep?"

"Yeah, Mom."

I stood beside her, watching the egg sizzle against the cast iron skillet. Several strips of bacon rested on a paper towel on a plate to the side. The cooking food and nearness of her body made me salivate, and dammit if my erection wasn't returning. I didn't worry about concealing it this time. The funk of sex radiated from her body.

"And how about you?" I studied her long eyelashes.

She smiled again demurely. "Yes, very much so."

She said nothing else, preparing two plates of bacon and eggs with toast and coffee on the side. Black for her. Milk and sugar for me, and in a tall tumbler. We ate silently, clanking our silverware against the Corningware plates -- the ones with the blue cornflower pattern around the rim.

There was no doubt in my mind she was embarrassed now, not sure what to do next, and if we would ever do anything like that again. Perhaps this was a one-time encounter, a sweet, nocturnal coupling that she now considered a mistake. Oh, God, I hoped not. I longed for more. Finally, I breached the topic somewhat awkwardly.

"Are you still wearing that cute nightie?" I asked her.

She snorted a bit. A nugget of bacon scratched her throat. Raising a hand to cover her chewing mouth, she spoke.

"It's in the laundry hamper," she replied, "or what's left of it." Mom swallowed her food. "We weren't very kind to it last night."

"Sorry," I said, also smiling with some satisfaction. She didn't respond. Several more minutes passed without conversation as I spread orange marmalade on my toast. Suddenly, Mom placed her utensils down with a metallic clank.

"Baby..." she started, but I cut her off.

"Mom, it's okay." I gazed directly into her eyes, which welled with tears.

"Honey, I've ruined our relationship." She didn't quite sob, but her voice quavered. "Mothers and sons shouldn't do that. It's not normal."

Thinking of the sexual awakening with my best friend Mike only days before, I came up with the only response I could think of at the moment.

"What is normal...really, Mom?"

"Oh, come on," she replied, reaching out to take my hand. I squeezed her back. "Incest is NOT normal, no matter how we sugar-coat it!"

Her words lacked conviction.

I took a moment to chew and swallow the last of my toast.

"Don't get all upset, Mom, but I honestly enjoyed it. No fooling, it was fantastic!"

She blushed furiously as a tear streaked down her reddened cheek. "Don't say that, baby."

"Why not? You're still my Mom, and I'm still your son. A bolt of lightning didn't come out of the sky and strike us dead."

"What if anyone found out?" She collected our dishes together.

"No way. That's our secret."

"You're not going to brag to your friends about 'getting some from Mom'?"

Her comment annoyed me. I knew she was near-babbling with some ridiculous guilt churning in her brain, but please. I took the offensive.

"Mom, who do you think I am? What kind of son do you think you raised?" My voice filled the kitchen. "Please, let's get over this guilt and remorse nonsense and enjoy what we have. You know I'm leaving for college next year and we're going to see less of each other."

"I know, I know." Mom stood, taking the plates to the sink. I followed her.

"What made you want to do it?" I asked while she filled the sink with hot water and dishwashing soap. Her hand swished back and forth in the steaming water, making suds. "And why did you wait so long?"

That last comment made her grin somewhat. And it was an honest grin, with no shyness or embarrassment.

"Well, it was obvious you were horny as hell." Mom wiped a soapy rag across the plates, then rinsing them. "That erection wasn't always hidden, although I know you tried." The silverware clattered as she put them in the dish drain. "I was fascinated and sorry for you at the same time. It must've hurt, being so hard and for so long."

Standing behind her in nothing by my shorts, I noticed that yes, my cock was again hard.

"And you're practically a grown man," she continued. "Then you started flirting with me that day, talking about my freckles."

I placed my hand on her hip, standing beside her as she wiped her hands dry.

"It's been so long since any man...anyone...has complimented me on my appearance."

"Where did you find that sexy nightie?" I asked as she turned to face me. Leaning against the counter, we joined hands, facing each other. Our bodies were mere inches apart, allowing me a little space for my jutting erection.

"I picked it up at Montgomery Wards the other day," her full lips glistened. "It took me a full two hours of browsing to work up the courage. I felt like I was preparing for a date."

"Well, you were," I said. The heat between our bodies had returned. "And I'm glad."

"You don't know how nervous I was last night," she gazed into my eyes. "I haven't felt that way since my dating days."

"I never understood why you stopped dating, Mom. You're so beautiful."

"Oh, please," she kissed my forehead. "Mom's turning into an old bag."

I snorted. My hands now rested on her hips. "You know that's not true."

"I certainly had an effect on you, angel," she said. "My poor baby with his hard cock, and when you started beating off right beside me, I knew I had to do something."

Whaaat?

"But you were asleep!" I pulled back in surprise. "You were snoring to beat the band!"

"Women know these things, honey."

With that, I leaned over to kiss her. Mom hesitated for a moment, but knew there was no need for alarm. Our mouths pressed together for several seconds, our lips smacking as we pulled apart. I pulled open her robe, expecting that demure nightgown underneath. I wanted to wrap my arms around her and hug her tightly, but was presented with a naked woman.

"Wait, sweetheart."

Again, her words didn't convince me.

I took in the amazing sight of her bare breasts. The odor of old sex and new arousal comingled to form a heady brew. I slipped my hands around her waist, pressing my face between her sweet mounds. She returned the embrace.

"Oh, what an odd pair we are," she whispered into my hair.

Of course, she felt my erection pressing against her.

"Oh, baby," she said with a mixture of surprise and exasperation. "You're incorrigible!"

With that, I brushed my lips against one of her nipples, taking it into my mouth. I began to suckle her. The only sound was my mouth feeding on her breast.

"Ohhh..." she exhaled with pleasure. "I love that, honey. It feels like showers of sparks."

I cupped her other breast and began rolling the nipple between my fingers. She gasped slightly, her body squirming with arousal.

"God, I hated the day I stopped nursing you," she whispered, eyes closed. "I always came when you sucked my tits. I felt like such a sinful slut, but couldn't stop."

I had her body firmly pinned against the counter, my erection nestling against her bush.

"If I had my way, you would've never stopped breastfeeding."

I pulled my mouth away from her hard, wet nipple for a moment. "I think we've solved that problem." Then I took the other nipple.

"Mmmm, yes." She slipped her hands underneath my shorts, cupping my buttocks, squeezing them.

Again, I pulled back, slipping my shorts to my feet, standing naked before my mother. She looked down at my bobbing erection, but before she touched it, she stopped short.

"Oh, shit," she said. "What time is it? You have to be at school and I have to get to wor..."

"No," I interrupted. "It's the weekend. It's Saturday."

"Oh," she relaxed, leaning against the counter again, pulling my naked body against hers. "Yes...yes...Saturday."

I kissed along Mom's collarbone, my face coming to rest against her neck. Her hand wrapped around my cock and squeezed.

"Jesus," she exhaled, feeling the aftermath of our sex crusted in my pubes. "What a mess! I'm all over you."

"As you should be," I replied.

She pulled the skin taut on my cock, making it twitch and throb. Guiding it against her equally crusted bush, she began rubbing it back and forth against her clit.

"Ahhh..." Her lips opened as she pleasured herself. "I need just a little more, honey."

"Just a little?" I asked. "What about me?"

"Oh, okay," she smirked. "You need to get your fill." Giving my cock another squeeze, she added, "I wouldn't want you fucking your pillow again."

"Oh, Mom!" I slapped her thigh.

Like brand new lovers -- which we were -- Mom and I ran back to the sofa-bed. The well-worn bedsprings squeaked violently and we jumped on them, our bodies immediately coupling. While I enjoyed making love in the dark in the wee hours of the morning, the daylight allowed me to see more of everything -- Mom's beautiful face, which changed expression the moment I pushed inside her, her breasts, which jiggled with each urgent thrust of my hips, and how she bared her teeth at the moment of orgasm.

"Yes! Oh, yesss..." She hissed, holding by body snugly against hers. Her warm pussy milked my cock as we came together. After grunting out three more orgasms, I fell exhausted into my mother's breasts. She cradled me, whispering words of love and satisfaction.

"My baby," she cooed. "Now my young stud." She pulled the blanket over us, kissing the top of my head.

Then the phone rang. Dammit!

"Oh, what?" Mom groaned, not appreciating the outside world interrupting our together time.

"I'll get it." I slid out of my warm cocoon into the cool air, trotting naked across the living room to the telephone. I snatched it up on the fourth ring.

"Hello?" I said, somewhat impatiently.

"Hey." It was Mike's voice. At that moment, I realized I'd stood him up on our agreed return visit.

"Damn, I forgot," I murmured into the mouthpiece. My world had changed so much in the past few days, it was difficult to keep up with everything.

"Did I scare you off?"

"No," I replied. "It's just..." I noticed Mom slipping out of bed, naked. I watched her buttocks as she disappeared down the hallway to the rear of the house. Once she was out of earshot, I continued.

"Mom dumped a lot of chores on me," I lied.

"I hear ya. My Mom decided we needed to fill our weekend with yardwork."

"How about Monday?" I kept an eye on the hallway, lest Mom return. "After school?"

"Yeah, that's good," Mike replied. "Mom has to work late, so we'll have more time."

"Great, see you then." I placed the handset back on the telephone's cradle.

I treaded the soft, shag carpet up the hallway to hear the shower running in the bathroom. Although there was a half-bath in the master bedroom, I decided to join my mother. I stepped into the steamy bathroom, lined with white and aquamarine tiles. The silhouette of Mom's naked body moved behind the opaque glass sliding door to the shower. I tapped on the glass.

"Knock, knock." My voice echoed off the tiles.

"Come join me, baby," she said.

I stepped into the shower, warm water drenching my body.

"God, I needed to wash the funk off," Mom said. "And Jesus, so much come! I didn't know I could hold so much."

By the tone of her voice, she didn't mind at all. She grabbed the soap and began rubbing it all over my body.

"Lift your arms," she said.

I obeyed as she soaped me up thoroughly. She ran her hands over my junk, lathering my cock, balls and ass crack. The sensation of her slick fingers rubbing against my anus made my cock jump.

"Hmmm," She smiled in the steamy confines. "Can't keep a good man down."

I shivered every time of slick bodies touched. She obviously relished my hard cock bumping into her at every turn.

As we toweled off, she asked, "Who was that interrupting us?"

"Oh, just Mike. He wanted me to come over."

"What did you tell him?" She took the towel from me and rubbed it all over my body. I didn't interfere. Her loving, motherly touch made it all the more erotic.

"Monday. We need to study for a math test."

"Math?" She asked, hanging the white towel back on the rack. "Is that the class with that big-titted bimbo Mrs. Nelson?"

"Yes," I replied. "She's quite well-endowed."

"No kidding." Mom coiled her hair up in a towel, her breasts jiggling as she completed the task. "Bet you guys would like some of that."

"Mmmm, that wouldn't be unpleasant," I teased, "but her husband, Captain Nelson, is a Marine, so none of us with any sense of self-preservation would have that much courage."

"Smart." Mom slipped on her heavy, cotton robe, leaving the front open. "A boy needs to stick with his mother and stay out of trouble."

"That's what I plan to do." My hands caressed her exposed flesh that wasn't covered by the robe. "So I'll be late coming home that day."

"Okay, but don't be too late. It's a school night, you know." She had her Stern Mom face on.

I rolled my eyes dramatically. "I'm practically out of High School, Mom!"

"Yeah," she replied. "But not quite, and I'm still your mother, so behave!"

"All right, all right." All of my life, I tended to obey my mother. Not always, but as a single mother, her constant effort and sacrifice to make a decent home for us never faltered. She even gave up dating, not wanting a strange man in the house who might upset the equilibrium. I owed it to her not to be a pain in the ass. My hands roamed up to her breasts.

"I'm glad it's Monday and not today," she said, gently pushing away my hands and tying her robe shut with a sideways glance. I wasn't happy about her concealing her body. "I'd like us to be together this weekend and just be lazy."

"Me too, Mom." Still naked, but dry, I kissed her on the mouth. She returned the kiss, and I responded with a more passionate one. Our tongues rubbed together for a few seconds until she pulled back.

"Damn." Looking at my bobbing erection, she couldn't contain her amusement. "Doesn't that thing ever rest?"

"You make me this way, Mom."

"Oh, come on." I suspected her humility was false. She was pleased as punch what she was doing to her only son, and what had developed between us. "My pussy's going to need a rest at the rate we're going. Maybe some more later."

"Or sooner." I pulled her robe back open and nuzzled the valley between her breasts. My hands clasped around her waist as a nipple disappeared into my mouth. I was learning what my mother liked, and was eager to please.

Sighing as I nursed, Mom didn't resist.

Mike and I spotted each other a few times between classes that Monday, but never had the chance to talk. The moment school let out, I hopped on my red-and-white Schwinn and pedaled furiously toward his house. A mile down the road, he caught up with me on his own bike and we made it to his driveway in record time.

"Here, follow me," he said, panting as we walked our bikes around the side of the modest, asbestos-shingled structure. I wondered for a moment why he wanted us to park our bikes inside the patio at the back of the house, but I was more occupied thinking about what we would be doing once inside his bedroom.

"Mom's going to be late," he said, repeating what he told me on the phone that Saturday. He said nothing else until we entered the back door into the kitchen.

"Want some milk, or a Coke?" He asked. I was trying to act cool, although my cock had been totally erect for the past hour out of anticipation.

"A Coke," I responded.

He dug inside the fridge for a moment, pulling out a couple of soda cans.

"Shit, we only have Sprite," Mike said, handing me a can. "I hope Mom stops by the grocery store on the way home."

"That's fine. I don't care." I pulled the tab from the top of the can, discarding it in the trash bin beside the back door.

"Let's go to the bedroom," he said. I said nothing, but totally agreed.

Once inside, he set the soda can on his desk and slipped his shirt over his head, discarding it in the corner. Then he unbuckled his belt, pulling it off. His jeans were halfway down his legs when he glanced over to me.

"Well?" He asked. "Don't you want to fool around? Get naked!"

I obeyed, and soon we were both in our birthday suits, arms wrapped around each other as we kissed hungrily, moving toward the bed until his legs pressed against the soft, cotton topcover. I pulled away, breaking the kiss.

"What if your Mom comes home early? What if she catches us?" I asked. "The shit's going to hit the fan."

"Don't worry," Mike replied. "She always parks in the garage and I can hear the electric motor opening the garage door." He nuzzled my neck as our hard cocks rubbed together. "It's very slow and noisy." His hands cupped my buttocks, squeezing them, and I returned the caress.

The next moment, we were sprawled across his bed, kissing, licking, sucking, our bodies humping together clumsily. I didn't know what to do next. There wasn't a pussy for me to fuck.

"Get me off, and then I'll get you off," Mike said. After more kissing, I took his nipple in my mouth, grasping his hard cock and stroking it.

"Ahhh," he arched his back, gripping the sides of the bed. "Damn, this is great!"

I released his nipple and again our mouths locked together as he quickly climaxed, making a mess all over the bed.

"Fuck," he hissed. "Let me throw a beach towel on the bed."

I watched his naked body as he exited the room, then returned with a big, fluffy towel. He threw it on the bed and quickly pulled me back on top of him. Hungry and eager, our mouths waged more wet, sloppy battle as our bodies humped.

Breaking our kiss, he asked suddenly, "Have you ever fucked someone in the ass?"

"What? No!" I replied, surprised. "Is that what guys do when they fuck?"

"I think so," he said, furrowing his brow. "Otherwise, how do they do it?"

"I dunno." Our bodies had entwined on the bed, our faces merely inches apart. I could feel his hot breath on my face. "I'm not sure about getting shit all over my dick."

Mike paused, giving me an incredulous look, then started laughing. "Neither am I. Yuck!"

After a few more kisses, I whispered against his collarbone.

"Let's just do this for a while. It feels good."

"Yeah," Mike replied as my mouth returned to his nipple. He closed his eyes and rubbed my bare back. "Oh, man, don't stop." He gripped my cock and began stroking it. I kept suckling him like I did my mother only a day before, but I couldn't hold out for long.

Moaning against his breast, I emptied my load onto the absorbent towel, my body tensing with each shock of the orgasm. Damn, it felt sooo good, but I needed to fuck something! What was I to do?

"Let me try something," I said, rising from our embrace. "Get on your hands and knees."

"What are you doing?" Mike asked as he obeyed. "You're not going to fuck my ass, are you?"

"No, but I need to fuck something, so humor me," I said, then added facetiously, "Don't worry, I don't want your shit all over my cock!"

"Fuck you," he replied with a broad smile.

"No, I'm going to fuck you, smart-ass."

I knelt behind Mike in a classic doggie-style position.

"Get your knees together," I said. He responded, reaching out to grip the headboard for balance.

I grasped my cock and pumped it a few times, getting it as hard as I could. A drop of semen glistened on the tip. Carefully, I guided my cock along his ass crack, slipping between his thighs. Once I was inside the fleshy walls, I began to pump slowly.

"Ahhh," Mike exhaled. "Okay, I understand. Yeah...yeah."

Soon, my body was slapping against his. The pleasure mounted as I acquired a slow, steady rhythm, grasping my best friend's hips.

"Damn, I like that." Mike wriggled against me.

"Me, too." I said, pleased with myself for having such a good idea.

My cock was rubbing against his balls as I fucked him from behind. I could feel his muscles tensing, squeezing my cock. My right hand slipped underneath and grasped his jutting rod, my other hand grasping his shoulder for leverage.

"Oh, Goddamn!" Mike exclaimed as I started masturbating him. "Fuck, yeah!"

The pleasure in my own cock was mounting as I gripped him tighter. My right arm pumped furiously as I humped against him. We both started moaning, and I wondered who would come first. I soon found out.

Mike's body began spasming. As he growled, I felt his drops of his goopy load splattering on the back of my hand. That was enough to send me over the edge.

"Coming...coming!" I whimpered, dumping yet another load. My come slickened Mike's skin, reducing the need for me to push as hard. I made a mental note to use lubricant next time.

For several long, languorous moments, our bodies fused together as we milked every little twitch and spasm of our climaxes.

"Damn...damn!" Mike couldn't stop panting with satisfaction. I felt the same way, reveling in the warmth and snugness of his thighs.

In time, we rolled on our backs, but never stopped touching one other. Gazing at the glittering popcorn ceiling of his bedroom, I slid one of my legs over his. I savored the feel of his skin on mine. Time floated along. Eventually, I broke the silence.

"Is this what they call afterglow?" I asked.

After a long pause, Mike responded. "Yeah, I would call it that. Damn, that was fan-fucking-tastic." He rolled over and pressed his mouth against mine. We kissed for a few moments. "Great idea, and as soon as my batteries are recharged, it's my turn."

I noticed the retreating sun had breached the thick, blue drapes of his bedroom.

"When's your mother coming home?"

"Ah, probably about six or so."

I looked at the small white Westclox on Mike's desk. "That doesn't give us much time."

"Yeah, you're right," he said. "Dammit. How about tomorrow?"

"I think I can do that, but I'm not sure if I can use the same excuse."

"And if your Mom's like mine, she can sense bullshit a mile away." Mike traced invisible pictures on my chest with his index finger, stopping to circle my nipple.

"Yup."

We kissed some more. His groin pressed against my hip and, of course, we were both hard again.

"Here," I grasped his cock. "We have time for this, then let's get cleaned up."

I moved lower on the bed. Raising up on my elbows, I began licking Mike's erection.

"Mmmm," he responded, placing his hand on the back of my head. I started taking his cock in my mouth. This time, I wasn't so clumsy. After a few minutes of me slurping and bobbing, he whispered.

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but I might be all played out."

With his cock halfway in my mouth, I grimaced. I took that as a challenge. Reaching up, I took his hard nipple between my fingers and started tugging on it, rolling it between my fingers. Immediately, he responded.

"Ohhh..." he sighed. "Yes...yes..." His hips began to move ever so gently, and I noticed he was tugging on his other nipple as well.

"That's it...don't stop," he said. His voice had changed register, getting higher in pitch as he moved closer and closer toward orgasm.

"Dammit, it's gonna come!"

In less than a minute, he shuddered another load, this time deep down my throat.

"Fuck yeah...yeah!" Mike quivered and writhed, his cock surrendering the last of his seed.

I chortled, his cock still in my mouth, at a job well done. With some more licking and smacking of my sticky, wet lips, I cleaned him up, my tongue taking a swipe at his balls before retreating.

"Oh!" Mike jumped, reacting.

"Something we can explore next time," I said, wiping my mouth on the beach towel.

Within minutes, we were back in our clothes.

"I'll let you know if I can come tomorrow."

At the same moment, we both realized what I had said, and started laughing. I still had the taste of his come in my mouth as we shared a long, languorous parting kiss.

"If you do come," Mike said, "park your bike out back, like you did today."

"Sure, okay." I replied with a puzzled expression on my face. "Why?"

Mike gazed into my eyes. "Trust me on this." He kissed me one more time. "Someday I may have a surprise for you."

Of course, I had to ask. "What is it? C'mon!"

"Maybe nothing, but we'll see. Be patient."

He walked with me to the back door and slapped my butt.

"Perhaps tomorrow, lover," he smirked.

I shot him a look. "Geez, are we turning into fags?"

"I don't know, and I don't care right now." Mike leaned on the door frame. Twilight had enveloped the neighborhood and crickets chirped their mating song. "Hey, I love women, don't get me wrong, but can't we have some fun, too?"

"No harm in that," I agreed.

Headlights shone behind us, and the slow, creaky hum of the electric garage door opener filled our ears. Mike's mother was home, parking her blue Falcon in the garage.

"Go out the back way, up the alley," he instructed. "Hurry."

Still confused, but filled with burning curiosity, I obeyed, slipping out the back gate and up the gravel alleyway. I decided to give Mike time to reveal his big surprise and just focus on the new dimension in our friendship.

With the weak headlight of my Schwinn jiggling its beam uselessly on the uneven sidewalk, I pedaled the two miles home, entering through the garage. Mom was in the living room, sprawled out on her Barcalounger.

"How did it go?" She asked, sipping a cup of tea as the television flickered.

"Not too bad," I replied as she lifted her face to accept my kiss. Again, the kiss lasted longer than it would have lasted the previous week. Feet crossed, she was wrapped tightly in her bathrobe with slippers on her feet. I inhaled that familiar scent.

"So are you ready for Mrs. Nelson?" Mom asked facetiously.

I paused, giving her the same look I gave Mike earlier. "I'm always ready for Mrs. Nelson, but I wouldn't want Captain Nelson to do to me what he does to the Viet Cong."

She laughed, her beautiful face and mouth a sight for my tired eyes.

"So napalm's not an option, eh?" She sipped more of her tea, and I detected a hint of cinnamon.

"Oh, hell, no," I said, retreating to my bedroom to remove my clothes. She called after me.

"If you're hungry, there's some beef stew in the fridge."

"Thanks!" I yelled back, getting naked, then slipping into my shorts and tee-shirt. The afternoon with Mike had worked up my appetite.

I sat cross-legged on the floor, leaning up against the base of the sofa, eating a bowl of Mom's savory concoction. Her bare ankles and calves shone in the television light only a few feet from my face.

"What are getting tested on?" Mom asked.

"Uh," I paused, trying to remember exactly what I had said to her previously. "Math."

Mom persisted.

"What, just math? Is it algebra? Trig? Voodoo incantations?"

I knew she was prying, but didn't want it to appear that way.

"We're reviewing quadratic equations," I said, and it was partially true.

"You should have been done with that a couple of years ago, eh?"

Mom was no slouch. She knew exactly what classes I was taking, the details, and when. One could never criticize her for being an attentive mother, sometimes to a fault.

"Well, with Mrs. Nelson, she wants to make sure we retain the information." Chewing, I put another spoonful of stew in my mouth. "And who's to argue with those big tits?"

"Oh, you!" Mom snorted. I studied the bones of her ankles and her calf muscles flexing as she re-crossed her legs.

"You should be watching the television, son," Mom said, busting me. She snorted again, adding. "Are you going over there tomorrow?"

"Where?" I pretended ignorance.

"To Mike's, silly!"

"Uh," I paused again. My wishes were coming true, and it was so easy! "Yeah, probably a little," I said, trying to sound casual and distracted. I turned my eyes back to the TV.

Mom didn't respond, so we continued watching what she dubbed the green-eyed cyclops for another hour. After those few rounds with Mike, my libido had been quelled somewhat, but I was still hoping Mom would invite me to her bed that evening. My hopes were crushed when she announced she was retiring for the evening.

"Can I come with you?" I asked.

"No, honey." Her voice sounded almost apologetic. "I need my sleep during the week, and so do you." She knelt down and kissed me on the mouth, and it was then I realized she was nude underneath the bathrobe. As it fell open, I slipped my hand inside to squeeze her luscious breast. She pulled back.

"And I said NO, baby," her stern voice raised a bit as she brushed my hand away. "I see we're going to need some new rules." As she cinched the robe shut, she added, "We'll have more time. Be patient." She kissed me again, gently touching my face as I savored her scent one more time before bed.

"Good night, angel boy." I watched her legs retreating as she disappeared into the back of the house.

Patience. Now both Mike and my mother were demanding it. I didn't feel like being patient! But I had no choice, really. I didn't want to ruin what I had with Mike, or my mother.

I returned to the kitchen and washed my dirty bowl. Placing it in the dish drain, I made my usual rounds per Mom's command, checking the locks on the front and back doors, making sure the porch light was lit, and all the drapes were drawn in the front area. There had been talk of a peeping Tom in our subdivision, and Mom would have none of that. I had talked her out of buying a pistol for protection.

I gazed out the front picture window for a moment, my head parting the drapes, my nose a fraction of an inch from the plate glass. My breath fogged it as I mulled over the many questions dancing in my head. As I looked out at the neighborhood -- the houses across the street and to the sides, their mailboxes, cars parked in the driveways, which houses had their porch lights lit and so on -- I wondered what went on behind those doors.

A shiny, new GTO rumbled past, headlights blazing.

Of course, I knew most of the neighbors. The Pratts across the street had a son in college and another in the war. They could never stop talking about either one, they were so proud. Our neighbor to the south was a young couple with a baby on the way. Mom swore she could hear them fucking loudly in their back bedroom, even with the pregnancy. To the north, a newly-divorced middle-aged woman who I suspected would be leaving soon. The nest was empty and the house was big. Behind us, across the access alley, was a strange couple, the Lesters, who dressed like hippies and there was always some strange odor coming from their back yard. I eavesdropped on them chatting during their frequent barbecues, hearing words like "ganga" and "Leary." All a mystery to me.

I wondered if any other sons were fucking their mothers in my neighborhood, or fathers diddling their daughters, or whatever other perversions permeated our superficially-tranquil, middle-class suburban world.

I also retired for the evening, removing my shirt and slipping into bed. The friendly, shape-shifting spots churned before my eyes in the near-darkness. The blanket was pulled up to my chin as I listened to my transistor radio. As The Troggs serenaded me with "Love Is All Around," I slipped into that middle-world between wakefulness and sleep.

What was Mike's big surprise? Was it wrong to be having sex with my mother? My best friend? Both at the same time? I was getting an education, and fast. I also realized the obvious. Mike and I led almost parallel lives. We were both the same age and attended the same school. Both of our mothers were single, hardworking, thirtysomething professional women who put their sons before any kind of social life. True, Mike's mom dated some, as he said, but they both provided solid foundations for their sons to grow and mature. From the way he spoke, Mike loved his mother as much as I loved mine.

With the exception of a fatherless household, I had a good life and an easy one, lacking very little. Mike and I both lived decent, middle-class existences due to the hard work of our mothers. I wondered what the introduction of sex would do to my world, to Mike's world, and to Mom.

As I drifted into sleep, I realized my hand was wrapped around my hard cock. I pulled it away, wanting to save my come for Mike, or Mom. Whoever got to me first.

Night breeze whispered in the tall pines outside my window as I dreamed of my mother's sweet face and breasts, and of Mike's naked body comingling with mine.

Sweet, sweet ecstasy.