Incest/Taboo You'll Get Used to It

No such luck! Mrs. Yamato yanked her nipple out of my mouth, rewarding me with a welcome consolation prize: a quick succession of mini-humps squeezing and sliding up and down the length of my cock, lubricating the entire underside with her luxurious, oily nectar. I pulled back until the tip of my cock was poised at her entrance.

Mrs. Yamato suddenly giggled, dropped away from me to the bed and spun around onto her tummy, then scrambled up until she fell forward onto the pillows with her ass pushed up and ready, her hands pulling the short, black skirt up to bare her ass, looking all the more remarkable above the black stockings she still wore.

"Take me," she hissed.

I grasped my cock, eager to impale her, ready to guide it into her shaved hole. Shaved! She had shaved since that first time. God, my cock tingled so hard I almost came and that reminded me of Mom and her instructions to tease Mrs. Yamato until she was really horny. Christ, I had almost forgotten about Mom. She must be in the closet. I turned to look and there she was, standing just inside the door of her walk-in closet, motioning to the belts from her robes that she had laid out on the bed. I nodded and turned to pick up one of the belts, certain that I wouldn't be able to hold back and go slow. I looked back at Mom, my eyes pleading for her permission to let me take Mrs. Yamato right away for the first time but she ignored my plight, gesturing for me to use the belt to blindfold her friend.

I slipped the belt under Mrs. Yamato's forehead and over her eyes. As I wrapped it around her head to tie it off, she giggled and shook her hips, rubbing her ass across my cock. I tied the belt tight and looked at Mom. Her hands, she was holding her own together to indicate what to do next. I picked up another belt, pulled Mrs. Yamato's hands up behind her back and tied them together, to further giggles. Mrs. Yamato was now face down on the bed in front of me, ass high and knees spread, waiting for me to take her.

I looked at Mom. She was depressing her hand, palm down to the floor. Go slow; I got it. Her hand turned up with only the longest finger protruding. I nodded and stretched my own out, found Mrs. Yamato's pussy, and tickled all around the edge of her slit with the tip of my finger. She whimpered and, reluctantly, I set about to tease her for long time. For the next fifteen minutes I rubbed my one finger all around Mrs. Yamato's pussy and ass, periodically dipping into her slit, more and more, until I was finally fingering her with long, slow strokes as far as my finger could reach into her cunt. Every once in a while, I looked back for approval from Mom and got it.

When Mrs. Yamato fell flat on the bed, moaning, but still arching her ass up to meet my plunging finger, Mom indicated that I should turn her around. I rolled Mrs. Yamato over and, under Mom's gestured instruction, spread her legs wide and pulled my finger out of her cunt. Mrs. Yamato tried to rub the blindfold off but I replaced and tightened it.

Mom indicated that I should pinch her nipples, which I did. Mom left the closet then and walked toward us. Cautiously, she got onto the bed and crawled up behind me. Reaching under me, she pried up on my inner thighs to force me up into a crouch. Was she going to suck me from underneath?

Nope. Mom crawled under me and settled down between Mrs. Yamato's widely spread legs. She looked up at me and nodded at Mrs. Yamato's tits. As I rolled her nipples between my fingers, Mom lowered her head and tasted her friend's pussy.

I thought Mrs. Yamato was snarling for a minute. She released the strangest sound I had ever heard from a woman's throat. Mom's head barely moved but whatever her mouth was doing, Mrs. Yamato utterly loved it. The snarl devolved into a long series of moans and whimpers. Mrs. Yamato twitched and squiggled on the bed, twisting this way and that, but kept her pussy centered under Mom's mouth. Her stomach muscles tensed with the effort of trying to push her cunt onto Mom's tongue, or mine, I guess, from her blinded perspective.

This went on for a long time. I didn't see Mrs. Yamato get her hands loose until she reached down to grab my, or rather, Mom's, head. Her whole body froze then, except for her fingers, which shook as they clutched Mom's head. Then, she shrieked and quickly drew her hands up to the belt around her eyes but I managed to grab them before she could pull it away.

"Oh no," she cried. "Margaret, no!"

She writhed on the bed as if trying to twist free but her pussy didn't pull away and Mom kept her tongue inside it. I could see that Mom had wrapped her arms under Mrs. Yamato's legs, holding her fast. I wondered if Mom had heard Mrs. Yamato cry out Mrs. J's name. Realizing it was a woman eating her out, she had inferred it was Mrs. J, and why wouldn't she, knowing her and given the display she had made the day she demanded I show them how the pat-down worked?

"Margaret, I said we can't do this," Mrs. Yamato whimpered. "I'm not like that," she insisted, renewing her struggle.

Mom wiggled her face and Mrs. Yamato moaned loudly, belying her words.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh, Godddd."

Her hands broke free of my grip but instead of trying to pull the blindfold away, they locked onto Mom's head and pulled it harder onto her pussy, her legs closing and bending as if she was convulsing.

"Oh my god, Margaret. Oh god," she cried.

Her legs thrashed around on the bed and every time her feet planted in the mattress, she bucked her pelvis up into Mom's face. She was climaxing. I leaned down to take a stiff nipple into my mouth and sucked it hard. Her head shook from side to side and she loudly announced her orgasm. It lasted minutes and, several times, just when it seemed to be over, another bout of moaning and thrashing ensued. Finally, she lay still, quietly regaining her breath, limbs limp.

I stood up on the bed, suddenly realizing how cramped I felt crouching over Mrs. Yamato. Surprisingly, I had held onto her nipples the whole time except for the when I had caught her hands and when I sucked her nipples. As soon as I stood, Mom crawled up onto Mrs. Yamato's small chest. I stepped back and fell to my knees behind Mom, thinking she wanted to kiss Mrs. Yamato and hoping she would stretch out so I could feed my cock into her from behind. It was my turn, wasn't it?

"Margaret...,"

"Shhhhh," Mom silenced her.

Mom picked up Mrs. Yamato's limp arms and placed her hands on her own tits. I looked over Mom's shoulders as she dropped her hands and pulled the belt off, uncovering Mrs. Yamato's eyes for the first time.

Shock! Pure and utter shock.

"Janet!" Sayuri exclaimed.

Mom ignored her reaction and calmly asked her, "Do you like them?" arching her back to push her tits into Mrs. Yamato's limp hands.

Mrs. Yamato blinked, several times, then responded, "Yes."

"Then show me," Mom said.

Mrs. Yamato's fingers closed over Mom's larger breasts and Mom leaned her head back. "That's it," she whispered.

Mrs. Yamato didn't say anything else. She concentrated instead on fondling Mom's tits. I watched her technique, my head hanging over Mom's shoulders, but couldn't discern anything different from the way I would have done it but I could tell from the low murmurs from Mom that it felt different to her. I looked into Mrs. Yamato's eyes but she never once took them off Mom's face. It was as if they were alone in their own world.

When Mrs. Yamato lifted her head up, trying to take Mom's nipple into her mouth, Mom softly denied her, "Oh no you don't. You owe me more than that."

On that note, Mom squiggled her legs higher up Mrs. Yamato's chest until her thighs were spread wide over her face. Reaching down, Mom pulled Mrs. Yamato's face up to her pussy. "Lick me," she said.

Dutifully, Mrs. Yamato's tongue began exploring Mom's pussy. She licked and lapped, poked and stabbed. She wasn't in a hurry, I noted. Whereas I would have been trying to force Mom quickly into ecstasy, Mrs. Yamato took her time, as if the enjoyment was in the doing, not in the end result. Mom threw her head back and began moving her hips to and fro, the two of them riding the thrill of the moment, squeezing everything they could out of it without rushing toward any ultimate goal. I knew I had just learned an important lesson.

Mom slowly rode Mrs. Yamato's face to her own orgasm, unhurried and relaxed but intense all the same. They were both breathing very hard, moaning but not groaning, faster and faster until it was done. There was no burst of fireworks. Mom simply began to slow and gradually, her hips stopped moving and she pulled her pussy away from Mrs. Yamato's mouth.

"Whew," Mom cried.

"Whew," Mrs. Yamato replied.

"Sayuri, that was simply awesome."

"I'm glad you liked it. You were awesome too."

"Thank you."

"We've forgotten someone, I think," Mom said, turning around to look at me.

"Oh yes. Poor boy," Mrs. Yamato cooed.

"Should we let him fuck us?" Mom asked.

"Us?" Mrs. Yamato said, looking truly surprised. "You're fucking your son?"

"We've just started, partly because of you," Mom replied.

"That's incredible," Mrs. Yamato exclaimed. "I can't believe it."

"Neither can I," Mom said. "Not a word to Margaret."

"Of course not. Never."

"She can't keep anything to herself."

"I know. That's why I refused her advances."

"She wanted to do it with you?" Mom's tone indicated surprise. "She must really need it. You're not a lesbian."

"Neither are you," Mrs. Yamato laughed.

"That's true," Mom laughed with her.

"Hey," I interrupted. "Can you two have a chat some other time."

"Oh," Mom teased. "Is there something you want?"

"Damn right," I said. "You," I sidled up close to Mom's backside, running my cock up the crack of her ass. "And you too," I said, looking down at Mrs. Yamato.

Mom shifted forward, pushing her pussy back onto Mrs. Yamato's face.

"I want seconds," she said. "But Mark can do you at the same time. Then we'll switch."

"Sounds good to me," Mrs. Yamato agreed.

Mom leaned forward onto Mrs. Yamato's face and she in turn lifted her legs up, allowing Mom to drape her arms over the back of her calves, holding them far back and wide open for me. Mrs. Yamato's spread, glistening wet pussy beckoned. Just above it was Mom's equally inviting cunt, leaning over Mrs. Yamato's face, her tongue already lapping through her slit.

I leaned my hips forward and fed my cock into Mrs. Yamato's welcoming snatch, pleased by the satisfied grunt she emitted as I shoved the head inside. Not wanting to leave Mom wanting, I fit my finger into her pussy behind Mrs. Yamato's tongue and slowly pushed it into her squishy wetness as I started to slowly fuck my cock into Mrs. Yamato.

And so iit went. I sped up and slowed down but never reached a frantic pace. Occasionally, I pulled out of Mrs. Yamato and pushed my cock into Mom's cunt. It was all the more hot and clinging for being ignored and each time I returned for a visit, it seemed even more eager to welcome me home. Each time I pulled out and returned to Mrs. Yamato's equally hot and tighter snatch, I slipped a couple of fingers into Mom's cunt and fingered her in time to my thrusts into Mrs. Yamato. We were a finely tuned trio.

We paused several times to prolong our session, moving slowly, if at all, then gradually increased our tempo again, in unison. I bent forward to kiss the top of Mom's back during these pauses and found myself working my way down to nibble and nip her ass. It wasn't long before my tongue was lavishing her ass and then it was a short hop to dip my tongue into her crack to sample her little crinkly, sliding across it in one long, slow lick. She moaned loudly when I did that so I pushed my tongue inside and wiggled it around. Mom went wild.

"Hey, what's going on?" Mrs. Yamato complained, missing my cock, which I had to pull out of her in order to put my face on Mom's ass.

"Nothing," Mom moaned.

"Nothing," I groaned, sliding my cock into Mrs. Yamato's yawning cunt.

I fucked her hard then. Not rapidly, but with lunging thrusts that lingered at the greatest depth. I realized by Mom's response that this was something she wanted us to keep to ourselves so I didn't kiss her ass again but as I fucked Mrs. Yamato hard, I worked a thumb into Mom's ass and was thrilled when she shoved back to welcome it.

When we were coming, exquisitely timing our arrival at the same time, I gasped into Mom's ear loud enough for only her to hear, "I'm going to have you there tonight."

Mom's orgasm was the loudest, drowning out even Mrs. Yamato.​