Chapter 07.1

Tits Are For Sucking -- Part Seven

Mothers and sons fuck away the weekend together as all secrets are revealed.

Author's note -- this story contains scenes of homosexual activity. All participants in this story are of legal age. Check out the previous six chapters for a lot more backstory and fun! Yeah, this thing has turned into novel-length proportions and you'll miss out on a lot if you don't start from the beginning. You won't be disappointed.


Gripping the handle of a small, beige overnight case, Mom stepped into the living room as Mike and I tried to act normal. What an impossible joke, with Mike's wet, drooping cock slung across his bare thigh, and me in front of him, sitting on my heels with his fresh ejaculate dribbling down my chin.

"Mrs. Busby!" Mike gasped, eyes wide. I wasn't much different, looking like a fool, caught in the act of fellating my best friend.

"Mom, what are you doing here?" Was all I could think to say. In spite of our amazing, and exhausting, journey into the world of incest in recent days, I wasn't sure what kind of reaction Mom would have to this homoerotic tableau.

"My, my..." She smiled, a gleam of approval in her eyes. "Cat's out of the bag now."

A voice sounded from the dining area, behind us.

"Phyllis, I told you these guys were getting it on," Mrs. Arden chuckled, her terrycloth bathrobe hanging open to reveal her plump, luscious body underneath. Her huge areolas peeked from behind thick cotton while her bush bristled unapologetically from between two full thighs. "Now you have proof!"

"Oh, I believed you, honey," Mom replied. "At their age, I have no doubt they'll fuck just about anyone or anything."

"Mom, please!" I objected.

"Relax, young man." Mom smiled again, placing her overnight case on the sofa, next to Mike. I was still sitting on the floor in front of him, my face inches away from his cock, as she approached me.

"Oh, look at your chin!" Mom reverted into "mother" mode. She knelt beside me, turning my face toward hers, inspecting the pearly, white goo. "Messy boy."

With that, she licked the semen from my mouth and chin. I quivered as her tongue did its work.

"You should learn to swallow," she added, smacking her lips, then kissing my mouth several times for good measure. I could faintly hear Mrs. Arden's moan of approval in the distance.

"I asked Phyllis to come over and share the fun," Mike's mother laughed, walking up behind her son, placing her hands on his bare shoulders, gently massaging them. Her fingertips almost touched her son's nipples. "I hope you guys don't mind."

"Yeah, you scoundrels!" Mom furrowed her brow. "All of this sex going on and you expect me to stay home by myself? Fuck that! Mom wants some, too!"

Both women laughed. I started to relax, and Mike managed to close his mouth.

"Jesus, how long has our secret been out?" Mike asked to no one in particular. Mom and Mrs. Arden eyed each other, waiting for the other to speak. Mrs. Arden finally broke the silence.

"It's a little complicated, but we'll explain..." Mike's mother paused. Her fingertips now brushed across Mike's pointed tips, making him bite his lower lip with pleasure. "...Later." She turned to my mother.

"Did you have breakfast, love?" Mrs. Arden asked. "I can get you something."

"I'm fine, thanks." Mom looked at the two of us, buck naked with our erections bobbing. "I wouldn't mind getting more comfortable, though."

"Be our guest," Mrs. Arden replied, walking past us to within inches of my mother. Mom shuddered as Mrs. Arden brushed her cheek, gazing deeply into her eyes. Then, to our surprise, Mrs. Arden placed a deep, lingering kiss on my mother's mouth.

"Mmmm..." Mom moaned as their mouths worked together. Even before the kiss ended, she was unbuttoning her white blouse. Mike and I looked at each other, amazed and pleased at the show.

"Fuuuck," I mouthed to my best friend. He nodded.

"Come to the bedroom so we can put your things away," Mrs. Arden said, retrieving the overnight case. She took Mom's hand and led her down the hallway.

Mike and I looked at each other again and got to our feet. Without a word, we followed our mothers into the bedroom.

"So nice to get out of this," Mom said as she handed her blouse to Mrs. Arden, who placed it on a hanger in the closet. Her breasts, while not overly ample, filled out the white, flowered cups of her bra wonderfully. A hint of areola peeked from underneath the sheer, upper part of the garment.

Mom's black polyester slacks slipped down her legs and she handed them to Mrs. Arden, who placed them onto another hanger, next to the blouse.

Anxiety switched to anticipation as more of my mother's clothes came off. Her bra slipped down her arms, revealing those beautiful, now familiar breasts. Her pink, silver dollar-sized areolas, while not nearly as large as Mike's mother's, accented her erect nipples wonderfully. Mom's panties slipped down her thighs, revealing a sweet, dark bush. It wasn't as thick as Mrs. Arden's, but still provided plenty to nuzzle.

"There, isn't that better?" Mrs. Arden purred, running her hands all over Mom's bare skin.

"Uh huh," Mom panted, her face flushed. I could smell her excitement.

Mrs. Arden pinched my mother's nipples and pulled up, lifting her breasts. Mom clenched her teeth and hissed with arousal.

"Sweet baby," she whispered to my mother, soft, red lips brushing her cheek.

"Oh, goddamn," Mom said, looking over at me, then Mike. "What do we do now?"

"Somebody needs to fuck," Mrs. Arden grinned, her eyes wide with lust.

For a few seconds, we all stared at each other, wondering who was going to fuck who, then Mrs. Arden spoke up.

"Mike," she barked, "take her from behind."

I was shocked! I couldn't believe she said that, but shit, if we were going to fuck, then it was time to fuck!

Then it started to get weird.

To my surprise, Mom's demeanor changed. She started to resist as Mike and his mother pushed her onto the bed.

"No...NO!!!" Her voice quivered with anger and fear. "You don't have my permission! You need to ask my permission!"

My best friend backed away, but his mother didn't stop. With his cock still bobbing and ready, Mike looked over at me, eyes searching for an answer.

This was getting more and more bizarre. Mom, obviously aroused and ready, resisted, just like she did a few days ago in our kitchen, when I took her by surprise by bending her over the Formica counter.

Mrs. Arden wasn't having any of my mother's protests.

"Son, don't listen to her," she growled to Mike. "Fucking slut needs a good raping."

What the hell? I thought to myself. This was really getting off the rails! Part of me wanted to defend my mother, but another part of me sensed there was more than meets the eye.

"I...I..." Mike was at a loss for what to do.

"Phyllis, get on your hands and knees, like a dog," Mrs. Arden commanded, totally in charge. The speed of Mom's response surprised me as she assumed the position, making her pussy totally exposed and vulnerable.

"That's it," Mrs. Arden hissed. "You obey me...or else!"

With a shrug, she let her robe fall to the carpet, revealing her plush, matronly body. The vision of her totally nude form distracted me. God, what a sexy woman. I couldn't take my eyes off her tits, with areolas the size of my palm and thumb-sized nipples erect and ready to suck. An added dimension of eroticism came from knowing Mrs. Arden was lactating, virtually a milk maiden for her son. They had what is now known as an Adult Nursing Relationship.

But Mom's continued objections snapped me out of my reverie.

"You fucking bastards," My mother said in a low, throaty voice. "You can't take me without my permission. That's Ra*e! You don't have permission to Ra*e me!"

Permission. Permission and Ra*e. She kept using those words, as if they were the keys to unlock some yet-unexplored dark desire.

"Shut up!" Mrs. Arden slapped Mom's ass, making her yelp. "You're getting fucked by my son, whether you like it or not!" She took Mike's hand and led him to the bed, only inches away from Mom's upturned rear.

"Get up there and fuck Mrs. Busby!" She said. In a heartbeat, her demeanor changed as she looked at me, then back at her son.

"Don't be afraid, guys," she said in a hushed voice. "Trust me on this. It's okay."

Again, Mike and I glanced at each other, still somewhat uncertain. My mother spoke up.

"Is this all right?" She asked. Gripping the headboard, she looked over her shoulder at us. The tension in her voice vanished for a moment. Now she sounded docile and submissive, like a little girl.

I was beginning to understand, and I think Mike was, too.

Cupping her son's buttocks, Mrs. Arden guided him up on the bed, to where he knelt right behind Mom. My best friend was getting into the mood. With his cock at full mast, he placed his hands on my mother's hips. Mrs. Arden gripped her son's hardness and, her other hand still on his ass, rubbed the tip up and down Mom's glistening, wet pussy.

Placing the wet tip against Mom's swollen pussy lips, Mrs. Arden said, "push." Mike responded and, buttocks tensing, started to enter my mother. The response was immediate.

"Goddamn you, rapist!" Mom cried out, once again pretending to be angry and indignant, but the pure lust in her voice betrayed her.

Slowly undulating, Mike pushed deeper and deeper. The moment his cock was all the way in, his balls pressing against my mother's ass, she threw her head back and growled.

"Naughty! Naughty!" She wailed. "Naughty rapist!"

Mrs. Arden chuckled, watching my mother's face. She slapped her son's ass.

"Fuck her, son...fuck her NOW!"

Mike didn't hesitate. The next moment, he was slapping his body against Mom's sweet rump.

"Agggh!" He made a deep, guttural animal sound. Obviously, my mother's pussy was just what he needed.

"Fuck, yeah," Mrs. Arden said, rubbing her big tits and relishing the show. "Fuck her and let us watch."

All Mike could do was look at his mother, nod, then go back to fucking.

"Ohhh, that's it," Mom shuddered, gasping with pleasure. "Fuck, yeah! Ra*e me! Ra*e ME!!!"

Grunting, Mike dug his fingers into Mom's hips as he assaulted her pussy. I marveled at the sight of my best friend fucking my mother from behind, barely believing what was happening.

"Yes...yes," Mrs. Arden stood right beside her panting, sweaty son. "Fuck her...fuck her pussy good and hard." Beads of milk formed on her nipples. Feeding time was somewhere on the near horizon.

I watched, unable to speak. Jesus, this was fucking strange, but hot as hell as Mom submitted to the "Ra*e".

I slipped off my underwear during all of this, exposing my own hard and ready cock. To his credit, I think Mike set a record for endurance. Usually, he would've already blown his wad. Perhaps it was the strangeness of the situation, but it worked out for the best. Both Mrs. Arden and I loved watching the show.

"Oh, goddamn," Mrs. Arden bit her lower lip, almost pleading, unable to look away. She kept repeating the same words, like Mom did only moments before. "Fuck her good and hard!" I could tell she wanted to participate.

As Mike pumped away, his mother circled the bed, slipping up on the top blanket. Rolling onto her back, she slid her face underneath my mother's belly, within inches of the action. She reached up to brush her fingers against Mom's bush, revealing a little, erect clit poking out from her fur.

"Mmmm..." Mrs. Arden smiled. "Sweet and wet." Then she did something that made my mouth fall open yet again.

In spite of the furious pounding Mike was giving my mother, Mrs. Arden pressed her face up against Mom's pussy. Right in the midst of the sweat and slickness, with her son's balls colliding against her cheek, she rubbed her face back and forth against my mother's bush. Mom reacted instantly.

"Ssssss..." she bared her teeth, trying to look down at what was happening.

Mike was in his own world, eyes closed, thrusting rhythmically. Mrs. Arden reached up to grip the swell of my mother's hips for leverage, covering her son's hands, and proceeded to lap at Mom's clit.

"Yes, Sylvia," she panted. "Oh, YES! Eat my pussy!"

Goddamn! I thought to myself. My teenaged brain fought to process all of this new information -- the sights, sounds and odors of unbridled carnality and perversion. This is fucking hot! My cock felt like it was about to burst. Dammit, I wanted some, too!

Carefully, I slid up on the bed, on my back like Mrs. Arden, only from the opposite side. Mike's mother, her face coated with sex goo as she buried it in Mom's sweet muff, barely acknowledged me as I positioned my face underneath Mom's dangling tits. With my head only a few inches from Mrs. Arden's, I flicked my tongue up and down one of Mom's nipples. The response was immediate.

"Oh...OH...damn, yes!" She huffed. "Jesus Christ, keep that up. Don't stop!"

By now, my mother's copious secretions dripped from Mrs. Arden's face onto the bed as she licked Mom's clit like a pro. Placing one hand on my mother's shoulder, I drew her nipple into my mouth and began to suck. My other hand squeezed Mom's free breast, tugging on the nipple. I thought Mom was going to lose her mind.

"Grrrrr!" She growled, bucking and thrashing, all the while fighting to keep still while we ministered to her sweet spots. "Oh, God, you fucking animals. Take me...TAKE ME LIKE THE SLUT I AM!!!"

And we did. Not much time passed before it all came to a climax.

"Goddamn it!" My mother panted, sweat beading all over her body. "Coming...COMING!!!"

With that, her body convulsed as she orgasmed repeatedly. Mike couldn't hold out much longer, and with my mother's contracting pussy milking his cock, he joined in with her, blowing his wad deep into her body. His teeth clenched as pleasure surged through his body.

"Oh...oh...OHHH!!!" Mom wailed.

Mrs. Arden broke away from eating my mother's pussy to hiss words of approval.

"That's it, Phyllis. Take his seed...TAKE IT!!!"

I released Mom's tits as she bucked and groaned, savoring the pleasure coursing through her body.

"Yes...yes..." Mom whispered as the violent "Ra*e" subsided. "So naughty...sooo very bad and naughty." Still, she didn't stop gripping the wooden headboard.

Mike fell back, sitting on his heels on the bed, his drooping cock glistening with my mother's juices mixed with his own come. Mrs. Arden came out from underneath, her face coated with the same viscous, shiny sex goo.

"You're not done, Phyllis," she purred, licking her lips, tugging my mother's nipples aggressively. Mom yelped.

"You mean, there's more raping?" She asked, her voice once again soft and submissive.

"Goddamn right there is, you slutty cunt." Mrs. Arden pressed her open mouth against my mother's. As they kissed, Mom moaned and started licking the slick coating on Mrs. Arden's face.

"That's it," Mrs. Arden whispered as Mom licked her chin, cheeks, nose and eyelids. "Taste your pussy juice mixed with my son's come."

"MmmmHmmm," Mom nodded, once again kissing her deeply.

Once the tongue bath subsided, Mike's mom turned back and gazed into my eyes. "Your turn, Neil," she commanded. "Time to Ra*e your mother."

Eyes wide, I scuttled to my feet, climbing into Mike's former position as he fell away to the carpet. Mrs. Arden gripped my cock.

"Don't you move, you fucking slut," she growled to my mother, guiding me inside. Next thing I knew, Mom's slick pussy walls gripped my cock with anticipation.

"Oh, goddamn it!" Mom cried out. "Not more raping! No...NOOO!!!"

I didn't need any more prompting as I gripped her waist and started pounding away. One exceptionally hard slap of our bodies and the juices splattered on my lips. I licked it up with a grin.

"That's it, Mike." Mrs. Arden's still-wet face almost touched mine as she looked down at my cock thrusting repeatedly. I felt her breath on my neck. "Ra*e her good and hard!"

Good and hard. Goddamn right, I was. I glanced up to see Mike in the corner, sprawled out on the carpet, holding his spent dick as he watched us fuck. Mrs. Arden crawled up to look in my mother's face.

"Your son's raping you, Phyllis," she said in Mom's ear. "How does it feel to be raped by your own fucking son?"

Barely audible above the colliding of our bodies, Mom managed to squeak out "Yes...yes. Good raping. Shit, keep this up and Mama's going to come for her rapist son!"

Mrs. Arden moved behind me again, slipping her hands around my waist. Next thing I knew, her long, red-painted thumbnails dug into my nipples, sending arcs of pleasure straight down to my cock. Goddamn!

"Fill her with your incest come," Mrs. Arden said in my ear. "You know what you're doing to your mother is incest!"

"Uh huh, uh huh," I nodded, trying not to give up my load just yet.

Damn, so perverted, but so much excitement! I was really getting into helping Mom play out her Ra*e fetish. Mrs. Arden was in it just as much.

I had hoped to last as long, or longer, than Mike, but there was no way I could, what with Mrs. Arden's ministerings. If was going to blow at any moment, I might as well play it up for everyone's pleasure.

"Yeah, Ra*e and incest," I managed to parrot the words being slung about. "Ra*e! Incest! Fuck, yeah!"

Then, out of nowhere, Mike slipped up on the bed and planted a deep, probing kiss on my mouth. After several moments, he pulled away, but his mother continued tugging at my nipples mercilessly. The wave was building to a crescendo.

"Goddammit!" I rasped. "I'm coming too soon! No fair! No fair!"

"Who said anything about being fair, you fucking incest rapist!" Mrs. Arden growled. I felt her bare tits pressing against my back. "Fill your mother with come! Do it! NOW!!!"

Panting wildly, Mom grunted, "Oh, please, yes! Let's come together, son. Come with Mama!"

"Yes! Yes!" I answered. Mom's pussy started contracting as her orgasm hit.

My buddy slapped my ass and that did it. I shuddered and bucked against my mother as Mrs. Arden and her son gleefully watched the finale of our show. Mom and I orgasmed against each other, animal noises filling the room as we shared the ultimate, indescribable

pleasure.

Breathlessly, I clung to my mother for what seemed forever as I emptied my seed deep into her body. As the last spasm subsided, I slumped across her back, my face between her shoulder blades.

"Ohhh, my god," Mom whimpered, her pussy still contracting, milking out every last drop of semen from my body. "God, yes...yes, son. YES!"

"Fuck, yes!" Mrs. Arden said, never averting her eyes from us. Mike gazed at us from the floor, his face limp with wonderment.

Mrs. Arden gave us room as we rolled over on the bed in a sweaty heap. I crawled up between Mom's legs to rest my head between her glistening breasts.

"Mmmm..." I kissed her damp flesh, tasting the salt from her perspiration.

Wordlessly, Mom stroked my cheek, nuzzling the top of my head as our heavy breathing subsided. Her pussy was an absolute mess, with the copious ejaculate of two horny, young men oozing out of her well-fucked orifice. Before I had the chance to speak, she surprised me.

At first, I thought she was panting, but the pants turned out to be sobs. Taking several deep, sharp breaths, she melted against me.

"Mom, what's wrong?" I looked up at her, our faces only an inch apart. "Are you okay?"

"Oh, son," she wept, tears streaking down her cheeks.

"Did we hurt you?" I didn't know what else to say.

"Oh, my love, it was incredible." She looked down at me. "But your mother's such a perverted slut. Now you know how demented I am!"

Mike and his mother were silent.

"Oh, Jesus, Mom," I looked into her eyes, my left hand resting on her breast. "What are you talking about?"

"It's just that all of my secrets are coming out." She returned to nuzzling my damp hair. "How can I be your mother when you know what I am? How I like to be taken like a whore?"

"You gotta scratch that itch, or it will drive you crazy," Mrs. Arden managed to say.

"Oh, my God...oh, no..." Mom whispered.

I reached up to touch her chin, lifting her face to meet mine.

"Stop it." I said plainly. "Stop this guilty bullshit. Jesus, this was so hot, and so much fun." I kissed her mouth, both our eyes closing for just a moment as our tongues brushed together. "This is what we were meant to do."

"What?" Mom wrinkled her brow. "Incest? Me fucking my own son and his best friend?"

I couldn't help but chuckle.

"Well, you have me there," I replied. "I doubt all sons fuck their mothers, but who knows?" My lips brushed against her hard nipple, still salty with sweat. "And to be truthful, who the fuck cares?"

I took her nipple in my mouth and started to suck. She held the back of my head, sighing as pleasure once again tingled in her breast.

"That's it, my love," Mom cooed. "My tits always need to be sucked by you." She kissed the top of my head again. "My wonderful, horny son."

I moaned, relishing her hard tip in my mouth, lost in the sweet softness of her breasts. But as much as I enjoyed this simple act, Mrs. Arden had other ideas.

"Hey, guys," she piped up. "If anyone's tits are going to get sucked, they need to be mine!"

Mom and I looked at her, sitting on the carpet, legs crossed, next to her son. She held her large breasts up to reveal beads of milk on each of her thick, hard nipples.

"Dammit, these need to be drained!" She looked down at her swollen jugs. A drop of milk fell free of one of the nipples, trickling down her bare thigh. "I'm about to burst!"

Instinctively, Mike and I moved upon her, pushing her against the wall, ready to obey. I paused before taking a nipple in my mouth, thinking of my mother, watching us.

"Mom, I'm sorry I didn't ask," I said, holding up one of Mrs. Arden's breasts, milk dripping from it. "Would you like some?"

My mother smiled, rising to her knees on the bed. What a vision of loveliness she was, with her warm, gleaming eyes, devilish smile, full, expressive lips, her sweet tits and gnarly bush. God, there was so much dried come smeared across her midsection, her pubes stuck out at all angles. A well-fucked and well-loved mother.

As it should be.

"No, honey," Mom smiled. "You guys take care of Sylvia." She slipped off the bed and rose to her feet. "I'll entertain myself another way."

Wordlessly, Mike and I drew Mrs. Arden's tits into our mouths. She hissed with pleasure, resting her hands on our bare backs as she nursed us. God, her huge nipple was like a thumb poking into my mouth.

"Yes, yes," she said, eyes closed. "I'll say it again. I could really get used to this."

Both of us moaned in agreement, our mouths full of tit flesh.

"God, all of this constant sex has made me lactate even more, I think."

Mrs. Arden had uncrossed her legs when we pushed her against the wall. Now they were lazily spread open, her knees slightly drawn up. Her ample, matronly thighs provided an indescribable softness on which to rest our hands.

As we pressed our faces into the sweet pillows of Mrs. Arden's tits, I felt another presence moving up behind us, and between her legs. The next moment, Mrs. Arden let out a breathy moan.

"Ahhh!" She quivered, tensing slightly.

I opened my eyes, turning slightly to look down, but never letting go of Mrs. Arden's nipple. Lo and behold, I marveled at my mother's face buried in Mrs. Arden's copious bush. I glanced up to meet Mike's eyes, then both of us looked back down at Mom nuzzling his mother's pussy.

"Oh, sweet Jesus," Mrs. Arden sighed, her hips squirming. "That's it, Phyllis, that's it. God, I'm so wet."

Mom moaned, most of her face concealed by thick lady fur. With her slender fingers, Mom parted the curly forest to reveal wet, pink flesh underneath. An ample, glistening clit protruded from underneath a decent-sized hood of flesh.

Mom's tongue delicately flicked up and down Mrs. Arden's clit, like a cat lapping up milk. The response was immediate.

"Oh, God, yes!" Mrs. Arden gasped. "Eat my pussy, but be careful, love." She chuckled. "These guys fucked the daylights out of me last night, so it's a bit sensitive."

"Mmm...hmm." Mom smacked her lips, smiling up at us, then returned to her activity.

"Oh, damn...DAMN!" Mrs. Arden was drowning in pleasure. "Two mouths on my tits and one on my pussy. What more could a horny mother ask for?"

We all fell silent, lost in our various duties. Time passed silently as we blissfully pleasured Mrs. Arden. Mom's expert tongue kept Mrs. Arden right on the edge for what seemed like an eternity. Mike and I drained the milk from her tits, but kept on sucking. As long as Mom was eating her out, we weren't going to break this trifecta of pleasure.

Of course, Mrs. Arden couldn't hold out forever. Her breathing increased, turning into sharp pants. I looked over to Mike, who was tugging his mother's huge nipple between his pearly white teeth. I followed his lead, drawing my teeth up the shaft of her elongated tit repeatedly.

"Yes...yes," she gasped. "That's it. Torture my nipples!"

Obediently, we continued sucking and tugging her quivering breasts, eager for her to climax.

"Keep on doing that," she said to no one in particular. "Steady...steady. Don't stop."

Mom groaned, her mouth full of fur and juices. She wriggled her head like a hungry animal and swallowed Mrs. Arden's copious secretions.

That did it.

"Shit..shit...YES!" Mrs. Arden jerked once, then again and again, coming with glee. "Mama's coming...oh, yes, yes!" She gasped, sharp jabs of pleasure wracking her body.

We released her tits, watching Mom lick Mrs. Arden through one orgasm, then another.

Mike and I reclined on the carpet, remaining on opposite sides of his mother, glancing at each other, watching the show wide-eyed as my mother finally stopped licking. She rested her head on Mrs. Arden's pubic mound.

"Damn, Phyllis," Mrs. Arden reached down to stroke Mom's wet cheek. "You always know how to get me off."

Mom smiled and nodded slightly, kissing Mrs. Arden's smooth inner thigh.

"Damn, that was hot," Mike finally said. "You guys do this before?"

Mom looked up at Mrs. Arden and both of them burst into laughter. Mike and I crawled back to rest our heads on his mother's breasts.

"Phyllis, what should we reveal?" Mrs. Arden smiled. "Too much, too soon?"

"Oh, what the hell!" Mom rolled over on her back, tits pointing up. Mrs. Arden's ample thigh cradled her head. "We're pretty much out in the open already."

"You can say that again, love."

Mom kissed Mrs. Arden's fingertips, taking her hand and rubbing it against her cheek.

"Come on," I urged them. "Tell us what you've been up to."

"Do you want to start?" Mrs. Arden asked my mother.

"Well," Mom paused a moment, as if searching for the right words. Her cheeks burned bright red. Perhaps she was still embarrassed by the whole thing, or maybe she was aroused by telling the story. "We've all known each other for years, what with you guys being friends as long as anyone can remember. You recall when Sylvia and I discovered we also worked on the same street."

"Same street, opposite buildings," Mrs. Arden added, her hands caressing our bare shoulders.

"What a surprise when we finally bumped into each other one afternoon, both of us walking to the lunch counter at Woolworth's."

"Serendipity, my love," Mrs. Arden smiled.

"In spades," Mom looked up at her. "I wanted to car pool."

"But our schedules weren't quite compatible."

"No, I'm afraid, but we did start having lunch together."

"Every day."

"You love tuna salad with iced tea."

"And you can't figure out if you like turkey on rye or navy bean soup better. You always did like variety, though."

"Anything wrong with mixing it up sometime?"

Impatient, Mike interrupted. "How did you guys get together? You know..."

"Well," Mrs. Arden said, looking into my mother's eyes. "That was about the time you and I started fooling around, son." She kissed Mike's forehead. "All of that marathon sucking and fucking woke up my dormant body, which was no surprise. Next thing I know, I'm a goddamned milk maid."

Mike grunted a noise of approval. Mom picked up the narrative.

"I suspected something was going on. Poor Sylvia, those big tits were leaking out by lunchtime."

"I was a mess!"

"Nothing like a woman pushing forty and fully lactating." Mom's voice conveyed a hint of lust.

"Jesus, I thought I was years past that."

"But you weren't," Mom added. "That one day you were leaking through your bra onto your blouse...oh, my!"

"God, I was so embarrassed!"

"You ran into the bathroom and started squeezing your milk out into the toilet."

"That was the most ridiculous thing to do, all of that perfectly good milk. I hated it!"

"You finally let me in on your secret."

"Well, almost." Now Mrs. Arden blushed furiously. "I told you I had a boyfriend."

"Yeah, and what a boyfriend." Mom looked over to Mike, his head blissfully resting against his mother's breast, his lips almost touching one of her huge, erect nipples.

"And then the day came when you started helping me." Mrs. Arden sighed as if savoring the thought.

"Yeah, we found a broom closet on the eighth floor that no one really used," Mom said. "And with a lock."

"The moment I started nursing you," Mrs. Arden shuddered, reliving the moment they became intimate, "That first time. God, that still makes my pussy throb, thinking about it."

"Yes, baby." Mom rolled back over, lifting herself up on her elbows to gaze up at Mrs. Arden's face. "I've always been an oral girl." She glanced at me and broke into laughter. "Neil found that out pretty fast."

"Mmmm," I nodded, smiling down at my mother.

"Every day at noon I nursed you, then we were off to the lunch counter," Mrs. Arden said. "You weren't really hungry after draining me. Most of the time, you just watched me eat my tuna salad."

"All of that milk, then food?" Mom brushed her lips against Mrs. Arden's fur. "I had to skip lunch when I started putting on weight."

"And nursing you made me so fucking horny, I had to finish off with my fingers."

"Until I starting putting my mouth there, too."

"Goddamn!" Mike said, looking at them, then me.

"Goddamn is right," Mrs. Arden said. "Between you and Phyllis, my tits and pussy were getting fully serviced."

"And you returned the favor," Mom added.

"Of course, I did. Once we got a routine going, you left me drained of milk AND totally satisfied, I just had to!"

"But that silly broom closet was so dusty, and we had to be quiet."

"Jesus, neither one of us was good at coming quietly," Mrs. Arden said. "And then the janitor caught us."

"What?" I perked up.

"You don't know what sluts we are," Mom laughed. "We were so worked up, Sylvia offered him a sample."

"Mom! Really?" Mike's mouth fell open. I couldn't tell if he was shocked or aroused. Maybe both. Hearing them tell their story was getting me worked up as well.

"God, I thought he was going to have a heart attack," Mrs. Arden said. "That is until he latched onto my tit and started sucking."

"Next thing you know, he stood guard for us every day," Mom said.

"Well, as long as we let him drain one of my tits after you were done, he was as faithful as a hound dog."

"Drain your tit and sometimes a little extra."

"Yep, he drove a hard bargain." Mrs. Arden snickered. "Hard is the right way to put it. And big." Both of them giggled like excited schoolgirls.

I kept looking over at Mike, and noticed his cock was as hard as mine. Both of us had trouble believing what we were hearing. So many revelations in such a short period of time!

Mom's eyes darkened as she gazed up at Mrs. Arden. Again, she kissed the smooth inside of her thigh, inches from her pussy. "But that damned broom closet really cramped our lovemaking."

"We couldn't do much to alter our lunchtime activities, so we started thinking." Mrs. Arden kissed her son's upturned face, then mine. "You guys were busy certain days with extracurricular activities."

"Tuesday and Thursday afternoons," Mike interrupted, looking at me. Those had been the days we'd meet under the bleachers after school. There was a dark recess beneath the press box which one had to climb into. Even though no one talked about it, those in the know would hide there and hang out, smoking, drinking, or making out like Mike and I did.

"Ah, yes," I smiled, thinking of all the fooling around we did in that little cubbyhole. The sounds of football practice drifted through the metal framework of the bleachers as we sucked and fucked our way to fulfillment. God, I try to calculate the sheer amount of ejaculate we ingested, or injected, into each other's bodies.

"Touchdown," we heard the coach yell in the distance as I came inside Mike for the third time. Still coupled, we couldn't help but laugh at the perfect timing.

But I digress.

"We had a very short time to get to either this house or yours," Mrs. Arden said, looking at me. "And a proper bed."

"These guys don't know how many times I slipped out the back door after a quickie," Mom smiled. "I parked down the street, so I could make a clean getaway."

"Sneaky," Mike nodded. No doubt he was thinking of our then-surreptitious at-home activities.

"Same goes here," Mrs. Arden said, "although I had to slip through that creaky old gate in your picket fence and escape through the alleyway."

"This house is better for a quick escape," Mom added. Both women eyed each other, as if pleased a couple of suburban working moms could maintain such a naughty deception.

"Then we found out about you guys." Mrs. Arden raised an eyebrow. "God, it must run in the family. Or families."

"Unbridled lust, that is," Mom added.

"Dammit," Mike said. "And we thought we were the sneaky ones."

"You two were so busy getting it on in Mike's bedroom, you didn't notice me standing outside the door." Mrs. Arden said. "The first time, I was shocked, not knowing what to do." She hugged us to her breasts again. "But I thought of what Phyllis and I were doing, and you two are consenting adults..." She sighed. "Oh, why the hell not?"

"Too many bullshit rules in this world," Mom added.

"That's when I caught you spying on me, you rascal." Mrs. Arden reached down to squeeze her son's naked butt. "And I figured, let's see how this plays out." She kissed Mike again, this time fully on the mouth. Their lips brushed together for a few moments before she pulled back. "And I'm so very glad I did."

Both women laughed again. Mom looked at me.

"And I didn't have to do much to get you between my legs," she teased. "Feeling my own son's cock inside me, it was strange at first, so very taboo..."

"Incest isn't something we had planned on," Mrs. Arden added.

"But, sweet Jesus, it felt so good, my love." Mom reached up to squeeze my erection. "That cock of yours fits me just right."

I squirmed somewhat under her firm grip. Damn if I wasn't getting horny again. I looked over to notice Mike's cock bobbing like a flagpole during a windstorm.

"On another note," Mrs. Arden spoke up, looking at Mom, "did you bring our friend along?"

Mom paused for a moment, as if trying to understand the request, then nodded. "Oh, yes." She smiled. "Our friend. Yes, indeed."

Mrs. Arden patted our butts, indicating she wanted to get up from the carpet. Reluctantly, we rolled away as she rose. Mike and I watched in awe as her magnificent body, huge breasts swaying, stood fully erect. She smirked at us, entertained by our ridiculous faces.

"Your mother's mouth on my pussy is just the start," Mrs. Arden said to me, then glancing over to her son. "But you should see what she does after that."

Intrigued, we watched as Mom reached into her overnight case as Mrs. Arden slipped back onto the bed, propping herself up with a couple of pillows. What we saw next was totally unexpected.

In those days, we knew what a dildo was, but this one had straps and buckles attached. I learned this was a classic "strap-on". Oh, the education I was getting! What I remember most is how erotic it was watching my mother put it on. The corners of her mouth upturned into a shy grin as her face burned red. She gazed demurely at the carpet as she slipped the item around her waist and pubis, her tits jiggling as she tightened the straps.

Mrs. Arden watched intently as Mom gripped the long, black shaft, making sure it was secure and ready.

"Goddammit, Phyllis," she growled, squirming on the bed with her legs apart. "Stop playing around with that thing and fuck me!"

My mother climbed onto the bed with nothing but mischief on her face as Mrs. Arden drew her knees up slightly, opening her thighs wide to accept Mom's body. Mom spit on her hand, rubbing it all over the shiny faux-cock, then she gripped it at the base and began sliding the tip up and down Mrs. Arden's glistening slit. Mom released the cock and began undulating gently, pushing the tip inside.

"Yesss!!!" Mrs. Arden hissed as Mom entered her sopping wet pussy. "Goddamn, yes! YES!!!"

"C'mon," Mom said, her voice low and dark. "Take my big, black cock inside your body, like a good girl."

"Wow," I thought to myself. Big, black cock wasn't a term I usually heard coming from my mother. But of course, we were light-years into uncharted territory. Mike and I kept glancing at each other, saucer-eyed as we watched our mothers' bodies coupling. I wondered if his hard, jutting shaft ached for attention as much as mine.

No doubt, my mother's demeanor changed once she donned the strap-on. From her voice, face and movements, she had become more aggressive. Mom continued undulating, pushing deeper and deeper into Mrs. Arden's body until she was all the way in.

"Grrr!" Mrs. Arden clenched her teeth, reaching back with both hands to grip the headboard as her toes dug into the bedclothes.

"Sylvia, you're going to get the fucking you need." Mom reached up to grip the headboard as well, her fingers intertwining with Mrs. Arden's, and started thrusting away, her buttocks tensing with each push.

Mrs. Arden just kept repeating words of encouragement as my mother fucked her deep and hard.

"Goddamn!" I said to Mike, both us huddled together, naked on the carpet.

"Goddamn is right!" My best friend replied, resting his head on my bare shoulder. He slid his leg over mine. I rubbed his thigh as we both gazed at the spectacle.

Mom leaned over Mrs. Arden, their breasts rubbing together with each thrust of my mother's body.

"Oh, yes, Phyllis, my love," Mrs. Arden whimpered submissively under Mom's onslaught. "Rub our tits together! Fuck me!"

"I'll give you the cock you need, little girl," my mother replied. She pressed her panting mouth against Mrs. Arden's for a few seconds, wetting both their lips with a sloppy, wet kiss. Mrs. Arden returned the kiss, moaning with desire.

I was so aroused, watching them fuck, I thought I would choke on the lump in my throat. Mike squirmed beside me, rubbing his bare flesh against mine.

Her mouth glistening with saliva, Mom turned and, still pumping at a steady pace, devilishly smiled at us.

"Just relax and sit this one out, boys," she said, arousal tempering her voice, her white teeth clenched. Mom had a fire in her eyes I didn't see often. Now she was the aggressor, a role she didn't come to naturally. But now her eyes penetrated mine as I watched her fuck. She raised an eyebrow. "Better yet, why don't you take care of each other?"
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