Incest/Taboo Tits Are Made For Sucking

Son's incestuous relationship with mother flourishes. Mike reveals his secret in a voyeuristic episode. Gobs of sticky come everywhere, and inside mother. Oh, my!

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

A portion of this story previously published as "Morning Incest with Mom."

Since I wanted to save my come for the next sexual encounter, whether it be with Mike or my mother, I didn't follow my usual habit of masturbating before falling asleep that evening. As a result, I tossed and turned through an erection-plagued quasi-sleep, dreaming of Mom's sweet tits, her snug pussy and, of course, that prize-winning smile. In my dreams, she gazed down upon me benevolently as I nursed her swollen breasts. I rubbed impatiently against her neatly-trimmed brown bush as she gripped my cock and guided it home, accommodating my needs, allowing me inside her body.

Mike had his part, too, as our naked bodies writhed against soft blankets in his bedroom. We made out like the horny teenagers we were, French-kissing with wet, noisy abandon. I sucked his tits, blew his cock and humped against his ass, and he did the same to me until we both erupted in copious, sticky orgasm.

As I drifted in and out of that hallucinogenic plane between wakefulness and sleep, cocooned in blankets, I heard the bed creak, and felt it shifting with new weight. Was this yet another dream? I sensed a body spooning against mine. Breasts pressed against my bare back, and a hand rested on the elastic band of my shorts.

Had Mom reconsidered her previous edict, rescinding her rule of us abstaining from sex during the week? I didn't care how real it was. I was more than willing to go along with it. I shifted, turning to face the unexpected guest. My hands reached out to touch warm, smooth skin. At that moment, I realized I was awake, and this was no dream. My mother had come to me, and she was totally nude!

"Shhh..." Mom hushed me before I could speak. She moved closer, offering her swollen breast, with its red, pointed tip, for me to nurse.

"Here, my love. Take it."

Without hesitation, I drew as much of her tit into my wet, warm mouth as I could. Her turgid nipple rubbed against my tongue and the roof of my mouth as I sucked on it powerfully.

A gentle sigh of approval sounded in my ears. Her hand rested on the top of my head, delicate fingers gently rubbing against my scalp, running through my hair, pressing my face more firmly against the fleshy object of my attention.

"That's it, baby," she purred. "Take all of it."

For an eternity, I suckled her beautiful breast, inhaling the familiar scent of her body, not ceasing until she shifted, removing the breast from my mouth.

"Now the other one," she instructed, offering another flushed, glossy areola with its thick nipple at the ready.

Lost in pleasure and contentment, I drew on the fresh, stiff nipple with a vigor surpassing that of any newborn. As my body stretched out across the bed, I grasped her hips, positioning my naked body against hers. The scent of Mom's perfume, blended with the natural, sweet musk of a woman's body, filled my nostrils.

"Such a good boy." Her hands clasped around my back. Then she uttered the magic words.

"You have permission to fuck me."

I didn't need any more coercing. In one motion, my body rolled on top of hers. As I continued suckling her generous breast, my body came to rest between a pair of full, silky thighs. Supported by her lovely body, our hips pressed against each other firmly. As in my dreams, my erection nestled in a forest of thick, springy fur.

Mom wrapped her fingers around my cock and rubbed it against her wetness. I felt her erect clit poking out and heard the same words from the previous weekend, when we first became lovers.

"That's it, son. Now push."

I obeyed, pushing firmly into her wetness, becoming engulfed in her silky grip. A gasp escaped from her lips, then a soft murmur.

"That's it, baby. Now fuck me," she cooed. Her hands clasped around my hips, gently lifting my body up and forward against her.

"Ahhh," my mouth quavered, releasing her breast. Goddamn, it felt so good! Instinctively, my hips began to undulate against hers. Filled with surprise, lust, and a full load, I had to pound against her, to piston my hard cock into her body. A low grunt came from her open mouth.

"Oh, yes, baby, that's it," she panted. "Yesss!"

Her voice trailed off as she raised her lovely ass to meet my increasingly urgent thrusts. I couldn't believe my incredible luck. Apparently Mom needed it as much as I did.

My face pressed into the smoothness between her breasts as I wrapped my arms around her full, soft body. Soon, I acquired a comfortable rhythm. My entire scrotum became slick with her juices, aching with pressure as my balls gently slapped against her ass. My beautiful mother softly spoke.

"Baby," she started, lifting her breast slightly, "could you suck me some more?" She gently brushed my hair with the other hand. I eagerly obeyed, raising my head to take her nipple in my hungry mouth. A long, heavy sigh escaped her lips.

Soon, and not unexpectedly, I noticed an increasingly urgent sensation in my loins. The pleasure in my cock intensified, becoming more focused in the shaft. Her body also began moving more, undulating against mine with a steadily increasing rhythm. Her breaths turned into sharp pants.

Suddenly, the pleasurable sensation became almost unbearable, but I couldn't stop. I couldn't let this incredibly mind-blowing experience slip away. Wildly pounding against her yielding body, I had to have more. I lifted my mouth from her breast and looked at her face. As our eyes locked, I yelped out a name for my mother I hadn't used in years.

"Mama!" I was a child again, crying for her love and approval.

A spasm gripped my loins, milking them of whatever substance they contained. My body jumped, as if administered a shock. Throwing my head back, I clenched my teeth and growled, jerking spasmodically from pleasure beyond my youthful comprehension.

Watching her son orgasming against her body, my mother cooed her approval.

"Yes, my love," she whispered repeatedly, "Come for Mama. Come for Mama like a good boy. Give me your seed."

Gasping and whimpering, I bucked against my mother, riding the crest of the orgasm down, but it wasn't over yet. Just as the first wave passed, another wave of pleasure surged and crashed through my loins. I felt as if an invisible foot were firmly pressing down on the small of my back, forcing my body against my mother's. I had lost control of my hips as they acted on their own, violently slamming against her. Mouth agape and grunting loudly, I drained myself into my mother's hungry, gripping pussy.

As my cock wriggled in the stew of come and juices we created, my mother continued undulating. Her breasts jiggled with each thrust from underneath and her panting turned into low grunts.

"Oh, oh, yes, sweetheart," she moaned, her voice quivering. "My baby's going to make me come, too. That's it, baby, keep fucking Mama. Make me come, too, sweetheart, make me..."

She never finished her sentence. Suddenly, she jumped, as if someone had jabbed her, powerfully thrusting her hips against mine.

"Oh, yes, oh, yesss," she hissed, hugging me tightly, almost squeezing the breath out of my naked, young body. Baring her clenched, white teeth like an animal, she let out a deep growl.

"Aaaaghhh," she shuddered, bucking and writhing underneath me, never loosening her tight hold around my waist. I held on, closing my eyes, savoring the sensation of my mother's pussy gripping and releasing my cock, milking it, sending more pleasure through my body and re-stoking the fire.

The sound of grunting animals filled the room. The smell of fresh sex drifted into the air as sweat dripped from our glistening bodies. In spite of my massive expenditure, again, my hips started to undulate against hers. My reddened cock regained strength and sought the inviting, wet darkness of its new favorite place. My mother had barely finished stamping out her orgasm when she became aware of her horny, young son's need for more.

Serene with afterglow, my mother gazed down at my undulating body, her fingertips tracing up and down my back. Drawing her knees up slightly, she spread her thighs further apart. She cooed soft words in my ear.

"Oohhh, does my baby need some more?"

Resting my head on her full, heavy breasts, I panted affirmatively.

"Well, maybe I can come again, too," she sighed.

Time blurred as I took sublime, incestuous pleasure between my mother's legs. From the noises she was making, I could tell she was also enjoying this slow, steady fucking her son was providing.

Again, I began to feel the presence of an approaching orgasm. My body kept moving, although a bit more quickly. Mom sensed this change in movement and instinctively knew what was happening. Not wanting to be left out on her son's new orgasm, she asked for assistance.

"I want us to come together, baby," she pleaded. "Suck my tit some more."

Lifting my head, I turned it to touch my lips against her hard, thick nipple. Her sighs turned to moans as, once again, I began to nurse.

The wave began to build. I suckled greedily on my mother's breast as our bodies collided more and more violently. Soon, I realized that I was throwing my entire weight against my mother and, although it wasn't very much, my mother gasped and moaned encouragement.

"Oh, yes, baby, get off...get off inside me again."

I had started to come and didn't immediately realize it. This time, I was too busy concentrating on my mother's body, fucking her to orgasm, to pay attention to my own.

Mother jerked suddenly, then stretched her arms back across the bed. With her mouth open and her eyes closed, she let loose a soft, steady wail of a woman gliding over the crest of a mellow, satisfying orgasm. I yelped through my climax, babbling words of love and need.

"Oh, Mama...mah...mah." I finished coming and slowed my rhythm, depositing the last of my semen deep into her womb. "Oh, yes...yes...mmm." I rubbed by face across her sweaty torso, relishing the salty taste. My head throbbed as my exhausted young body collapsed on top of her.

Having ejaculated everything into Mom, all I desired was rest. Mother's firm, loving hands held my spent body snugly against her. Our bodies melded into one. Slipping into unconsciousness for a time, I awoke with my mother's acrid sweat still tingling on my lips. Turning my eyes upward, I met mother's sleepy, loving gaze. The part of her body where I had slept still glistened from perspiration.

"Does my baby feel better?" Mom asked. The sun had started prying through the drapes of my bedroom as I sensed the passage of time.

"Yes, Mom," I smiled lazily. "Much better."

Turning my face to her breasts, I recoated my lips with her salty sheen. With the sweat came the taste of mother's beautiful body. My tongue slowly, gently dragged across her breasts, savoring the wonderful taste. Mother sighed, lifting one of her heavy breasts, exposing the slick underside.

"If you want sweat," she whispered hoarsely, "here's the perfect spot."

The crevasse under her breast glistened wetly with fresh, estrogen-laced sweat. Pressing my face underneath the wet, soft pillow, I opened my mouth and lapped thoroughly like an appreciative dog. The gentle scent of her bath soap comingled with fresh sweat. My mouth pushed over to her other breast, lapping up more of the fresh, sweet perspiration from my mother's body.

Mom smiled and sighed, closing her eyes, drinking in my lavish attention.

"That's it, my love," she sighed. "My good, good boy."

However, the new day would not be kept waiting. The faint ringing of an alarm clock emanated from Mom's bedroom. My mother's body shifted as she let out another sigh.

"Time to get going, baby." The tone of her voice had changed from lover to dutiful mom.

Pulling my face from her glistening breast, I turned away from a particularly dense shaft of sunlight. The clock showed six and the next thing I knew, I heard Mom busying herself in the kitchen. Soon, the scent of fresh coffee and bacon drifted into my room. Her stern, but loving voice sounded from the kitchen.

"Wake up, sleepy head!" She called. "Time to get your ass in gear, and I mean it! Come get some nourishment."

I dragged the tangled blankets away from my naked body, placing my feet on soft, shag carpet. I saw no point in getting dressed just yet, my cock bouncing as I walked toward the kitchen.

"Coming, Mom."

Third period had almost passed until I gained my second wind. Surprise morning sex had knocked me off my usual routine, but I wouldn't have had it any other way. Staring at Mrs. Nelson's breasts didn't excite me as much as usual. Mom had taken my primary load and I was still in recharge mode. The afternoon had me fidgeting, ready to leave school behind me and get the fuck over to Mike's for more fun.

Per Mike's instructions, I, once again, pulled my Schwinn around the back of his house, out of sight, and entered through the back door. He was there to meet me and, within minutes, we were in his bedroom, buck naked and getting into mischief.

"Get on the bed," Mike commanded. "On your hands and knees."

I knew what he was up to. He was going to give me what I gave him last time around. Smirking, I assumed the position. Presenting my ass in that manner, knowing my best friend was behind me with his throbbing erection, made my cock rock solid with anticipation.

"Keep that prick away from my asshole," I said in a mocking tone.

"Don't worry, lover," he replied facetiously. "No fudge packing today."

Remembering something from our last time together, I halted him. "Wait a minute."

"What?" Mike asked.

"This may help." I whirled around and took his cock in my mouth, all the way, going to the base.

"Goddamn," he winced with pleasure. "What are you doing?"

I slowly drew back, leaving a thick coating of saliva on his cock. "A little lubrication would be nice."

"Yeah...yeah," he said as I returned to my original position.

The moment I got steady, Mike slid his wet cock between my thighs, right below my balls. It didn't take long before he found a comfortable position, gripping my hips, pumping urgently against my body.

"Yeah, yeah," was all he could say breathlessly. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room.

As Mike satiated his lust, I started to feel something new. Something strange. The thrusting of his pelvis against my ass was having an effect, much to my surprise.

Damn, what is this? I thought to myself. An intense sensation started welling up in my anus. I started clenching it repeatedly and, damn, if it didn't feel good, dare I say pleasurable. What the fuck?

I never considered the asshole an area of pleasure, just a hole to crap out of. Now something new was happening, and I was struggling to understand it. I distracted myself by teasing Mike.

"Hey, you faggot," I said. "Reach around and take care of me."

"Oh, yeah, man. Sorry."

I felt his hand wrap around my hard, dangling cock, and he started jacking me off as he fucked away.

"Mmmm," I groaned. "That's more like it."

Still, I felt like my ass was on fire. At that moment, I wondered what it would feel like if Mike put his cock in my ass. Jesus! I thought. What is it with me? Now I want Mike to fuck me in the ass?

For several minutes, we went at it, doggie-style. Both of us moaned, inching closer and closer toward mutual orgasm. My anus had become a thing of its own -- a sensitive vortex of tingling nerve endings needing stimulation.

I wondered what his mother, or my mother, would think of their babies doing such naughty, sinful things. Hey, we were in our sexual prime, loaded and ready to go. Mike and I just needed some release.

"Fuck, man," Mike finally croaked. "I think I'm coming."

"Yeah, do it," I encouraged him. "Let it come...let it come!"

Mike started beating my cock double-time as he bucked against my ass. With a long, low groan, I felt his cock twitch, his semen spurting between my thighs. That was enough to send me over the edge as well.

"Don't stop, dammit!" I commanded. "I'm coming, too!"

I wasn't far behind Mike as I clenched my ass, squirting out a goopy load, then another, as he shuddered behind me.

"Oh, Goddamn, yeah!" he gasped as our bodies rode out our separate orgasms. Mike finished his first and held on to me, his hot breath washing over my back, as I completed mine. Within moments, we collapsed on the bed, our cocks still bobbing, semen everywhere.

For several minutes, we remained silent, panting for oxygen. Again, I studied the glittery details of his popcorn ceiling. For years, I never noticed it, yet in the past week, I was getting to know the ceiling well. A small water stain lurked in the corner. The light fixture dangled overhead, a tiny insect husk inside. A deep, green ivy plant hung next to the window, its leaves trailing out along the ceiling and wall.

As our breathing returned to normal, he turned on his side, facing me. His wet cock rested on my thigh as he placed his hand on my chest.

"Holy fuck, what a mess," he said, rubbing the skin between my nipples. "I didn't know I had that much come inside me."

"Yeah," I whispered, still in the throes of post-coital bliss. "Damn, that felt good."

Mike moved closer, drawing his face near mine. I turned to gaze into his eyes and our lips pressed together as Mike started kissing me. I touched his cheek and returned the kiss, rubbing my tongue against his as our mouths locked together.

"Mmmm," he moaned as our bodies entwined.

We made out for several minutes until he slid off the bed, disappearing down the hall. I heard water running and he returned with a warm, wet washcloth to wipe the come from our bodies. The warmth of the cloth and his touch pushed me further into a state of complete bliss. "Just call us the Jizzmasters," he smirked, tossing the washcloth in the corner.

We laid together, side by side, our semi-erect cocks bobbing lazily as we drifted in the afterglow. The late afternoon sun, once again, started angling its way through the heavy drapes, and I glanced at the Westclox on Mike's desk. I still had some time before Mom would be expecting me home. Mike spoke.

"Do you want to know my big secret?" He whispered, his lips mere inches from my ear. His voice was unusually low and delicate, like he was hesitant to speak, or embarrassed.

"Of course." By now, our naked bodies were pressed against one another. His hand rested on my stomach, just above my pubes. One of my legs had slid over his. Although the sensation in my anus had subsided, my cock was ready for more.

"I want to show you something." Mike lifted his head and, taking my hand, pulled me off the bed. His hand rested on my butt as we walked across his bedroom to the small closet in the corner.

Wordlessly, he parted the clothes hanging on the rod, exposing the back wall of the closet. What could it be? Did he have something cool, like a stash of cigarettes? Or booze? Or more adult magazines?

A small poster of Janis Joplin, obviously cut from a magazine, was tacked to the wall about three feet from the floor. A strange place to hang a poster, I thought, but then Mike pulled the two top tacks out, folding the poster down. There was a small hole in the wall, a tiny ray of light emanating from it. Curiouser and curiouser!

"Take a peek," he said.

I pressed my face against the wall, my eye level with the hole. I discovered I could see into his mother's bedroom! Holy fuck! The view wasn't great, due to the size of the hole, and the fact that it opened up into her closet, but I could see her bed on the opposite side of the room. I pulled my head back and looked at him.

"Shit, you spy on your mom?"

He nodded with a slight grin. "Wanna see more?"

I noticed my heart pressing up into my throat. This was so wrong, yet so exciting. Was I going to see Mike's mom in her bra and panties? Or even naked? Fear of being caught and punished made me tremble, but my natural teenaged curiosity forced me to nod in return.

"All right," Mike said, still in a whisper. I suspect he was as nervous and excited as me. "But you have to do exactly what I say, or we're both going to be in big, big trouble."

Again, I nodded.

"You can pull out of this right now, but once Mom gets home, you're stuck." Mike's eyes gazed into mine. He was very serious.

"Nah," I replied, willing to take a chance. How could I live with myself if I passed up this opportunity, whatever was about to transpire? "Let's do it."

"Okay, then," he said. "Let's get dressed. Mom should be home soon."

Although I was ready for more sexplay, I obeyed Mike and we got back into our clothes. We leafed through some old Playboys and Motor Trends until the rumble of his mother's Falcon sounded in the driveway. The slow, raspy grinding of the electric motor lifting the garage door started up and the sound of the car motor ceased. The front door opened and slammed shut before the garage door closed. Mike was quite nervous.

"Okay," he instructed, standing up. "Get in the closet, assume your position, and keep quiet."

"Where are you going?" I asked, surprised. "Aren't you going to stay here with me?"

"No, I have to go greet Mom, or she'll come in here and catch you." He stopped at the door. "And no matter what you see, keep quiet and still. Otherwise, we're both in deep shit."

Again, I nodded as Mike disappeared down the hallway.

Jesus, I thought as I knelt down in the closet. This shit is crazy! For me, the past week had been a voyage into a whole new world, what with my discoveries with Mike and then my mother. Sex had taken on a whole new dimension, and I was happy -- and grateful - to get my share. Of course, part of me expected it to all come crashing down at any time.

Pressing my face against the wall, I peered through the hole. As things fell quiet, I realized I was panting from excitement. No matter what I would see, if anything, the secretive nature of this voyeuristic episode had me totally alert, on edge, and erect.

Several minutes passed. They seemed like hours to me. I tried to control my breathing as I heard the faint muzz-muzz of voices in other rooms. Mike's voice was easy to discern. I could tell he was nervous, because his voice was exceptionally squeaky and high-pitched. I rested my hand on the bulge in my jeans. Then the wheels started to turn.

Mike's mother's voice became clearer. I could make out the words as she was obviously inside her bedroom.

"How did school go today?" She asked.

"Fine, Mom."

I couldn't see them, but I knew they were both in her bedroom.

"Still lusting after Mrs. Nelson?"

I grinned to myself. Dammit if everyone didn't want a piece of Mrs. Nelson - her round ass, and her big, sweet tits.

"Of course," Mike replied.

Then, Mike's mother, fully clothed, walked past my field of vision. She continued to speak.

"Lord have mercy, I'm whipped," she lamented. "Today was a tough one. We wrapped up a civil case with a man who burned his hands."

Mike's voice sounded from somewhere in the room.

"What happened, Mom?"

"Oh, his employer was negligent and he injured himself." Her words were vague, as if she didn't want to go through all of it again. "Just a lot of theatrics from our firm and emotion from the plaintiff. You know, the usual."

At that moment, she returned to my field of view. I gasped, trying to remain calm, but it was difficult. Mike's mother was now in nothing but her bra and panties!

"I feel bad for the man, but I don't know if his account of the situation is entirely true."

I pulled back a bit as she approached the closet. Her body was only a couple of feet from my vantage point as she slipped an item of clothing onto a hanger. I studied her navel -- an innie -- and could see the top of her bush peeking out from her panties.

What I saw next made my heart skip a few beats. Silently, Mike walked up behind his mother, and he was nude!

What. The. Fuck? I fought to keep still and quiet. I didn't want to chicken out and blow the whole deal. What the fuck was Mike doing naked in the bedroom with his mother? Perhaps I wasn't the only guy up to shenanigans with his mom.

Although I couldn't see everything, Mike's cock was fully erect as he reached up behind his mother and grasped the back of her bra. He unhooked the clasp and slid his hands around her breasts as the straps fell from her shoulders.

Closing her eyes, she sighed and leaned her head back against her son's. She stepped back from the closet, returning to the light of the bedroom, but still remained within a few feet. Mike stayed behind his mother, melding his naked body against her.

Pressing my eye back to the hole, I watched as Mike's hands worked underneath the loosened bra, massaging his mother's breasts. With a shrug of her shoulders, the bra fell away, revealing an impressive pair of ample tits. I noted they were larger than my mother's, with brownish-red areolas the size of my palm and thick, erect nipples. Mike tugged on her nipples, squeezing them and rolling them between his fingers.

Then, something totally unexpected happened.

My eyes just about popped out of my head when milk started trickling out of one of her nipples! My mouth watered as I came to the realization that Mike's mother was lactating!

"Ahhh, yes, baby," she exhaled dreamily. "I need to relax. I need to nurse you."

"Yes, Mom," Mike responded.

She turned to face her son. His mouth was just inches away from her big, soft. pointed breasts.

"Here, baby." She offered one to him. He didn't hesitate, taking a nipple in his mouth and suckling. She closed her eyes.

"Ahhh, yes, honey." Light reflected off her eyelids as her lips parted. Mike pressed his face into her tit, nursing like a hungry newborn. As he tugged at her other nipple, they slowly backed toward the bed.

Mike helped his mother slide her panties down her thighs and legs, down to her feet, and she kicked them off. I admired her thick, dark bush, which peeked out between two full, luscious thighs. That would be fun to play with.

Without a sound, he pushed her back on the bed, and I could hear the creak of the bedsprings as she slid up to the headboard, opening her legs to accommodate her son. He never left her tit.

"That's it, baby." Her voice was like honey dissolving in a hot cup of tea. "Nurse me. Take all of it."

Still wrapping my brain around the fact Mike and his mother were about to fuck, and that she was lactating, I noticed a familiar throbbing in my jeans. I took several deep breaths, still trying to control my panting. It wasn't easy.

Mike's ass tensed, and I could tell he was entering his mother. She lifted herself to accommodate him.

"Yes...yes," she said euphorically. "Push it inside."

Familiar words that struck a chord in my heart. And my loins. My cock twitched.

Next thing I knew, Mike was fucking his mom, pumping between her open thighs. I drooled over his mom's magnificent, matronly body, but Mike's ass was amazing. Muscles tensed repeatedly as he pounded her, and that familiar slapping noise sounded in my ears.

Mike remained silent as he serviced his mother, but she couldn't help herself.

"That's it, baby," she encouraged her son. "Go deep and hit that spot for me."

Mike was giving her a thorough fucking. Her big tits jiggled with each thrust of his lean body. Watching this interlude, I silently thanked Mike for his willingness to share. I unbuttoned my jeans and slipped a hand inside my shorts.

Mike's mother reached back with both hands to grasp the headboard as his thrusts increased. "Drain the other tit, baby," she whimpered, her voice quaking with each thrust. Obediently, he released one tit and took to the other.

I started to squeeze my cock, needing relief as well.

"That's it, son, that's it," she purred. "Keep hitting my spot and let's come together."

Mike released his mother's breast and I saw a trickle of milk escape down the side.

Both of them started making the sounds approaching orgasm. Grunting, animalistic sounds of raw lust. Mike threw his head back as his mother gripped the headboard tighter.

"Coming...coming," his mother squealed. She released the headboard and reached for his nipples. "Give me your seed, sweet boy!" She tugged at his nipples with no delicacy, like she was milking him. "Let's come together!" Mike responded.

"Oh, fuck...oh, fuck!" He rasped, and I could tell he was about to come. Then it happened.

Both of them started climaxing at once, their bodies shifting and thrusting against each other's to maximize this very personal, extremely erotic encounter. I had to fight to keep from climaxing myself, although I felt a trickle of pre-come wandering down the underside of my cock.

I held my breath as they slid down from the crest of the wave, writhing against each other languidly. Mike fell on top of his mother, but it wasn't over as she cooed into his ear.

"Finish off this tit. I need some more."

Dutifully, Mike returned to her breast to complete the task, his cock still inside her, draining his mother dry.

Never had I seen anything so sexy, and so kinky, and I wondered if I could get my own mother to lactate. I also realized Mike was holding out on me, and knew much more about sex than he let on!

No words were spoken as his mother got on her hands and knees on the bed, just like I had with Mike only an hour before. Mike assumed the position behind her, his still-slick cock gliding effortlessly into her wet pussy. Slapping noises commenced as he pounded her, grasping her hips, his head lifted. By now, I noticed a slick sheen of perspiration on his back and buttocks. I still fought not to come too soon, wanting to come with them this time.

Mike's incestuous onslaught resulted in both of them making those familiar noises within minutes. I marveled at how huge her tits looked, dangling, her erect nipples brushing against the top cover of the bed. I stroked my cock according to their moans of passion.

I was almost there when both their bodies started jerking, spasming while another salvo of orgasms hit them. Mike growled, his fingers digging into the soft yielding flesh of his mother, as he surrendered yet another load. His mother encouraged him.

"That's it, baby," she yelped. "I love it when we come together."

Her voice trailed off as they both concentrated on the sheer pleasure overwhelming them. On cue, I braced myself as my cock started erupting in my shorts, but I never stopped watching.

As I was coming, Mike turned his head to look directly at my vantage point. He let out a broad, shit-eating grin before another spasm distracted him. What a show-off. I kept pumping my cock, squeezing out the last of the orgasm and secretly nodded back. What an experience, and he let me watch!

At last, I closed my eyes for a moment, depleted. I heard Mike and his mother mumbling words of love and satisfaction, punctuated by heavy breathing.

Goddamn, I say. God. Damn! I wouldn't have believed it if I didn't see it with my own eyes. The whole scene was so perverted, my orgasm was solid and intense. I didn't mind filling my shorts with a load of come. Damn, it felt so good, and fuck, it was so taboo!

By the time my eyes opened, I noticed Mike's mother on her feet, still totally nude. Mike sat on the edge of the bed, his wet, shiny cock at half-mast. I recalled what my mother said about not keeping a good man down. Of course, at that age, it was easy for both of us to come back time and time again.

She disappeared to the right, I suspected into the bathroom. Mike hopped to his feet, disappearing from my view, as well. As I zipped my pants, he appeared, hovering over me. He put his finger to his lips, then reached out to pull me to my feet. Still naked, he whispered in my ear.

"How's that?" He teased, still grinning like the Cheshire Cat. I didn't speak, but nodded my head enthusiastically, eyes wide.

He led me out of the closet. "We'll talk later, but you gotta get out of here." His warm breath caressed my ear as he spoke. Again, I nodded. He gently opened and closed the back door as I made my silent escape.

More to come of this saga with Chapter 4. Stay tuned.