0 comments/ 57437 views/ 8 favorites An Unforgettable Visit Ch. 1 By: Pat McCarthy Carol didn't know if she was supposed to feel happy or jealous. Her mother Helen was her best friend, the only person she felt entirely comfortable with. Seeing her come out of the airport gate with almost everybody ogling her was enough to make any woman jealous. Helen was exceptionally beautiful and well-preserved. A lean and athletic woman, she was almost six feet tall on long and well-formed legs. Muscular thighs showed under the short skirt, the long nipples of two small pointed breasts pushed unashamedly through the light fabric. What was so irritating to Carol was that Helen could even afford to refuse to dye her hair; the small gray wisps in her red-brown mane looked like premature blanching on a young woman! Carol had insisted during almost a year to make Helen come visit her son Jack and her daughter in L.A.; finally Helen had given up her job as a marketing executive and would be enjoying a month or so of vacation before setting up shop on her own. The two women fell in each other's arms. Immediately after getting home they decided to go on a day-long shopping spree, as Jack was not due back from his business trip before the next day. They enjoyed shopping without having to drag a man. When they sat at the mall's restaurant to rest their feet, Carol said she would have to think up a program for this Saturday night. Helen replied: - Don't worry about that, I'm taking care of it. - What do you mean? - I called Ted, a guy I used to work with. We'll go out somewhere nice. He's bringing a friend, there's a blind date for you. - Helen, you're absolutely impossible! Why, I can't, I'm married! - I know, I know. Married with my only and best son. So what, don't you have the right to have some fun if Jack can't join us? Besides, you're supposed to have dinner and dance, not necessarily to have sex. What a dirty mind, my girl! Now, you really look like you need to go out and enjoy yourself. - What do you mean, I look like it? - I'll be frank... - As if you could be anything else... - ...and tell you that I am a bit worried. When you and Jack got married, I couldn't even get you out of bed for lunch or even dinner. When you were dating, you two had an excuse to disappear somewhere every ten minutes or so. Now, when you visited me three months ago, I just couldn't believe it: Jack would sit watching TV all night, and you'd be chatting with me the whole time. This isn't fun, if you ask grandma's advice. So, what's going on? Are you guys tired of each other? - Oh, Helen, I really love him, I do. He's just simply the best man. - I know, I made him. Tell me more now. - Well, I suppose you're right, it's no more like at the start, with time passing, but everybody says it's normal to lose interest in... in... - In sex. No it's not normal, it's nonsense. I always kept my men on their toes, hot after me until I dumped them. There are ways to keep any man interested. Tell me now, I'll be very indiscreet but I'm curious. How often? - How often... what? - You heard me. No need to be embarrassed. I can be a mom, but I know you and Jack are not sexless angels. So, how often? - ... - OK, last week for example? - Give him a break Helen, he went on a trip Thursday! - All right, and the last month, then? - ... - I see. And you tell me you don't need to have fun because you're married. - But I really love him... - Nonsense again, sweetheart. You think I don't? OK, you'll fix that problem later. Meanwhile, nothing wrong in going out for dinner. First we'll buy you a nice outfit, that'll be my present to you. And we're not really having a date anyway. Ted is way too young for me, he's forty-two or forty-three - Helen, now it's you that's talking nonsense. As if you didn't know that you'll look younger than any forty-year-old. And Ted's friend, then, is he young or old? - He said "a young friend". Also remember I didn't tell Ted you're my daughter. I hate being the grandma in a group. Carol loved the dress that Helen chose for her, something looking like the one she herself would be wearing. They went home to shower and get ready. When they met at the door to go out, Helen stopped Carol: "Oh no, you shouldn't go out dressed like that!" - You got me confused now. It's the dress you bought me today! - Yes it is. Only, there's a problem with the way you're wearing it. The bra shows. The panties too. You can't do that with this outfit! You don't want to look like a prohibitionist at Mardi Gras. - You mean no bra and no panties? - Yes I mean just that. I never wear any with any dress myself, I like the feeling. - OK for the bra, I can see you're right. But the skirt is short too, I'll be showing my pussy every time I sit or bend! - Don't worry, I'll show you how to move, so you don't show it if you don't want to. OK, go back and get rid of that horrible stuff. The outfit they wore looked a lot like each other's, low-cut simple dresses of silky material with thin shoulder straps and mid-thigh skirts, heeled sandals, no stockings. Otherwise, though, they looked very different. Carol was a petite blonde with a round baby face, generous breasts and pink skin. "Wow, Carol, you're an absolute knockout now! See what those boobs look like when they're free! Doesn't it feel sexier this way?" Ted was a tall, grey-haired black man with just the hint of a belly. He sure looked older than Helen. His friend Tony, under thirty, perhaps twenty-five or so, was also tall, full of humor, with an impish look in his blue eyes. They enjoyed the dinner immensely, in a restaurant that had a band and dance floor in the same room. Tony was unendingly witty and kept sparring with Helen. Carol was fascinated by Tony's conversation and, when Helen and Tony went to dance, continued chatting with him and having drinks. She and Ted also danced time and again, while the other couple never left the dance floor until the band stopped playing and they came back to the table holding each other by the waist. When the waiters had to tell them the place was about to close, Tony said he was too drunk to drive. They took a cab to Ted's place, where their cars were parked. Ted invited everybody up into his apartment. What the heck, the next day was Sunday and nobody was fit to drive anyway! He lived in a kind of loft, a very nicely arranged single room with lots of space. The two women made themselves comfortable on the big red leather couch while Ted went to fix the drinks. Tony crouched on the floor in front of Helen and resumed his clowning: "Oh, Goddess! A kiss, just a kiss to this humble mortal, please. Mind you, it's the only way to get rid of me because if you do kiss me -I mean a real kiss, not a peck like I got- I won't need anything more in life and I can die right away." The women kept laughing and Tony continued: "I see there's no pity in your heart for this poor squeaking clown, this frog. But, Princess, under this frog is a noble and A-one lover who will reveal himself if only you deign give him a kiss! Please, Helen?" Sliding between Helen's stretched legs, he got nearer. Ted was back with the drinks, which he left on the coffee table before sitting on the other side of Carol. Tony continued his clowning, only he wasn't smiling anymore; Helen and Carol had also stopped laughing. "Helen, the more you wait, the more I'll ask. If you drive me crazy I'll lose control and carry you off to my place - stupid old Ted doesn't even have another room in this apartment". Helen tried a playful answer, but she gave away her arousal to Carol, whose thigh she had grabbed without even taking notice of it. Carol couldn't move and felt her heart beating in her throat. Helen's mouth was so dry that it came out a croak, half of it almost too low to be heard: - Tony, it... it sounds perverse, you bad boy. I could be your mom, your grandma even, I'm over fifty! - You can be over two hundred fifty for all I care. You could be an Egyptian mummy. If you were my mom I'd say "more power to incest!" Then, dead serious and in a low voice: "I never ever wanted anybody so fucking bad!" Suddenly Helen grabbed the young man by the nape of the neck and kissed him hard. The kiss went on and on, in complete silence. Helen's hand was still kneading Carol's thigh, transmitting every movement of the kissing tongues. Carol was too weak to even move her little finger. She let her arm, resting on the back of the couch, drop to Ted's shoulder and she lightly pulled him toward her. Ted's head came to rest on her breast, his cheek caressing her skin. She felt his hand on her leg. Having Helen's hand grabbing one thigh and Ted stroking the other drove her nuts. Her free hand pulled up her skirt, all the way to the hips. Both the hands on her legs followed the invitation to come nearer her pussy. When Helen's fingers touched Ted's, she shuddered. Helen plunged forward and rolled to the carpet, pulling down Tony under her, still without breaking the kiss. Ted's fingers were parting her pussy lips now. She slid her shoulder straps down to free her big, firm breasts for his mouth. Her dress became a narrow sash around her waist. She let out a loud gasp when two fingers entered her cunt. When she opened her eyes again she saw that Helen and Tony were completely naked now, entwined in a desperate sixty-nine and lost to the rest of the world, rolling over each other and making strange noises. Ted was crouching on the carpet, eating her and using his fingers in her pussy and her ass. She came with a deep sigh and continued grinding her bottom on his face. When she came to herself she lifted him by the shoulders, made him stand in front of her and took off the man's pants and drawers while he slipped out of his shirt. She just loved his mature body, muscular but not lean, and the largest cock she had seen until now, very thick, deep black with a silky glow. Its head was about the size of a golf ball. Jack's cock was already real large but this was a monster She took the two heavy balls in her hands and started kissing, licking, sucking. She had trouble eating even only the head of it, but it felt good. When Ted started breathing heavily, she stood up and, holding him by the balls, started walking toward the bed that was in the far corner. She was shocked to see that Helen was looking at her and making signs with the hand, calling her to her side, patting the carpet. This aroused her to near fury. She pulled Ted toward the other couple, lay down spread-eagled next to her mother, lifted her legs and said: "Ted, make me come, please, make me come again!" She didn't have to twist his arm. When he entered her, with one single thrust, it felt like being fucked with a baseball bat. Helen held her hand. She came right away, then again, then once more, after a while she lost count. Then she turned and presented her back to Ted, on all fours. While Ted pounded her she watched her mother-in-law eat her young lover's meat, all in, all out, until Helen pulled off, winked to her and offered her Tony's purple, engorged cock. Carol took all of it in her mouth. She didn't have to move her head, being already shaken back and forth by Tony's powerful fucking. She could hear both men moaning. She felt the dick in her mouth start twitching and, before she could think, her mouth was inundated and she swallowed it all -her favorite moment in sex. Ted came too, bringing her once more to a noisy orgasm. When she pulled her face away, Tony's dick was still steel hard. Helen murmured: "That's what's so beautiful with young men". Carol went back to kissing and sucking Ted, while they both watched Helen and Tony fuck, sometimes soft and tender, sometimes hard, changing positions, not an inch away from her face. She stroked both of them and just the fact of touching and watching them, added to the excitement of feeling the dick she held in her mouth get big and hard, making her choke, made her come again. Helen was on her side now, facing them. Tony was behind her, spoon-fashion, his cock moving in and out of her pussy. Helen tried to speak, what she was saying was hard to understand, interrupted as it was by moans and sighs: "It's so beautiful to be with you, Carol. And Ted! You know, I was with Ted once... Just that once, at a convention". "I'll never forget it" said Ted, "so beautiful". "Yes," said Helen. "and I want to show Carol how good it is". Carol wasn't even trying to understand any more. She was still facing Helen. Ted, laying behind her, was now sliding his cock past her pussy lips, entering her slowly. Helen played with her clit and sucked Tony, deep and hard. Then she told him to lay down, facing Carol who couldn't help take his balls and cock in her hand. Yes, this was paradise... Then Helen also took that dick in her hand, and started rubbing the tip of it against Carol's already overfilled cunt. Tony started pushing and, in no time, both cocks were together in Carol's cunt, moving slowly up and down. Helen whispered in her ear: "Isn't this heaven? Is there anything better than being stretched?". Ohmygod she was coming again. And again. "Come now, Tony" said Helen. He slowly left Carol. Helen sucked him hard, relentlessly, until he seemed to have a seizure and shot his load. She didn't let him come out without sucking it dry. Ted was standing up now. Carol couldn't believe it when her mother kneeled and swallowed that giant dick to the hilt in one single movement. Ted fucked that mouth as if it was a cunt, thrusting his pelvis forward, until she could see the balls contracting and the spasm of his ejaculation, then she saw Helen swallow again and again. Helen woke up with a good but strange feeling. She opened her eyes. She was laying naked on the carpet. Tony was sucking on her left nipple. "Not now, darling! We really have to go. Please, Tony, stop. Help me wake up Carol, we got to run! We have to go pick up her husband at the airport." An Unforgettable Visit Ch. 2 The two women were barely in time to get home, clean up and change their clothes before driving to the airport to pick up Jack, back from his business trip. In the car, Carol was silent. When Helen tried to ask what the matter was, she said: "I suppose I am a bit ashamed". - Ashamed? Because of Jack? - Not only that. I mean, I was doing it right in front of you... - So what? We both enjoyed it! Aren't we friends? - Yes we are... but also, you are Jack's mother. - Look here sweetie. If it's the "Jack's mother" thing, I am the one who should be ashamed, to have sex in front of my daughter, and I'm not ashamed. Not a bit. I am happy. Which is how you should also feel after being properly fucked. As for Jack, what you should be thinking about is only this: you've got to do something to make him interested again, to spice up your life together, or this marriage isn't going anywhere. If it goes bad, it won't be because you're fucking around but because Jack loses interest in fucking you. - You're so right, Helen, only I don't know how to do it. He'll go watch TV tonight and he won't even have an itty-bitty hard-on when I go near him. - Ehm, if I remember right his hard-on isn't itty-bitty at all. - Oh, you know? - Of course, silly. I'm his mom, remember? I've seen him. I've also seen him masturbating, I've seen him when you sucked him after your first date, on our porch - of course I was up, waiting behind the blinds. Mothers see these things. But back to the subject: the best way to keep a man red-hot for you is to let him know you're getting it somewhere else, believe me! - You mean, tell Jack I had sex with Ted? - Tell him, or let him know otherwise. - No way Helen. Now that's one thing I absolutely can't do. No. - OK sweetie. There are many ways to spice up your marriage. - Will you help me? - Of course I will. But...will you let me? I mean, do you trust me to do it right? - Of course Helen. My turn to be frank, you're the only person I trust absolutely, I'd be in love with you if I wasn't your daughter. There are things I won't tell Jack, but not with you. - Same here. It's a deal then. After a while Carol asked: "Helen, were you serious when you said all mothers do see their sons masturbating and having sex?" - I don't know about all mothers, dear. Me and the ones I know. - And what was Jack like -before me? I know he had all the girls he wanted at high school. - That he did. Also he was a horny devil. I had to tell him not to hide the nudie magazines when I came into his room, because it was ridiculous to see him run to the closet every time. In fact I even gave him some. Once I was almost embarrassed. - You embarrassed! I don't believe it. - Yes, I was. See, his father had made all these beautiful nude pictures of me, you know, striking poses and all. I came home early and there was Jack, who had found the pics, barenaked, one finger in his ass, beating his meat like crazy over my pictures. The best of it is that he saw me come in but simply couldn't stop it, he had to finish jerking off. But I don't think I would be embarrassed today. Oh, we're at LAX already! Jack was absolutely delighted to see his mother, but he was too tired to go anywhere. They drove home and lounged by the poolside to chat, Carol snuggling against her man. Helen made herself comfortable in an old T-shirt belonging to Jack. Mother and son had a lot to tell. - Your father called me, from Hongkong. He said he doesn't need to have a divorce if I don't insist. I said I won't insist, so your parents are not divorced, I thought you should know. And he's still with the same Chinese lady. - Yeah, he wrote last month. - Speaking of Chinese ladies, I made an important discovery. From now on, I'm going to date young men only. I mean real young, your age or less. - Mom! What's got into you? You're not an old hag to need gigolos! - No gigolos, dear. As you so nicely say, I'm old but not a hag, so some young men are genuinely attracted to me. Also, the age difference doesn't show in public, so it's not so ridiculous as you think. To the question, what's got into me, I'll be blunt. Something real hard. - Oh, Mom! - There's no need to blush or "Oh, Mom" me! These are facts, dear, and you should know yourself that young men are hard and stay hard. My advice to you, use it while you're young. Also, some men -you belong to them- aren't stupid at all, they're good company. Still blushing? OK, you two stay there and pet, I'll cook. Meaning you can choose between cold cuts and cold cuts. When she brought the tray, still wearing the T-shirt, she bent forward to place the food on the low table and her naked buttocks sprang out, Carol, settled spoon-fashion against her husband, felt his cock stiffen instantly. It kept getting bigger when Helen said: "You two stay here if you're tired. I think I'll go out for a couple of hours with a very nice kid I met yesterday. Don't worry, I'll be back by midnight and I have a key". The next morning at the breakfast table, as soon as Jack left for work Carol said: "Thanks a million, Helen. Your magic works!" - Yeah, I heard you screaming from my room -thin walls, you know. It sounded like you two were having a lot of fun -but I'll be discreet. - Discreet, you? I know you're dying to know the gory details. There's nothing left to hide from each other, so I'd like to tell. We did make love soon as you left, we were almost falling asleep when you came back. Jack went to the window to see why the security spotlight was on. He stayed there without speaking, so I joined him just as you had finished undressing Tony in the patio and were going down on him. Jack wanted to close the curtain. I wouldn't let him. I said if he pretended he wasn't turned on he was a liar, so he should as well watch with me. After Tony left and you went to bed he gave it to me like never before, non-stop till the alarm went off. I'm sore all over, in all my holes, I'm falling asleep and I feel great. Thanks again! - You're welcome. It's all for the happiness of my baby boy. Bye now, I got to visit three companies today, I'll be back sometime in the afternoon. When Helen got home she went to the bathroom to shower. From the window she could see her son and his wife lounging by the pool in assorted yellow swimsuits, she in a string bikini and he in bikini bottoms. Jack's body was just a dream, very muscular but not exaggeratedly so. She felt proud. After she showered she walked out wearing high-heeled beach sandals and nothing else, plopped down on a lounge chair and asked: "How was everybody's day? Mine was bad, I didn't get any offers except an indecent proposal from a CEO. The dirty old man was almost my age! I had to tell him I'd direct his inquiry to our whorehouse department". They all laughed. Jack's eyes couldn't leave her crotch. Carol followed his gaze and said: "Helen is right, you know. We've got a fence, so why wear swimsuits at home?". She unhooked her bra, then got out of her bottoms. "How about you, Jack, don't you want to be comfortable?" - Thanks, I'm plenty comfortable already. Helen: - Nonsense, my boy. That big thing you got in front doesn't fit in your dainty panties, its head is poking out and I imagine it hurts. Don't be embarrassed, we girls know it happens to the boys. We're even flattered if it's for us. - Mom, I mean.. I didn't mean... - I said it's OK, honey, just free the poor suffering thing. - Jack, don't be a bore, please. If your mother says it's OK... He stood up and took his swimsuit off. Freed from its chains, the cock sprang up, almost vertical against his belly. It looked harder and larger than what Helen remembered. Her throat was parched. She stood up too. Jack said: - I guess I'm still a bit embarrassed. We talked very freely about sex at home, but never about this. - About incest, you mean? You're right, and I regret it. I should have spoken openly about it. We all get these pent-up wishes, they become a problem if they're pent up a life long. - I suppose you're right! Helen was trying hard to keep her voice normal. She came nearer her son: - I don't know what I should have said, though. That it's ok to have fantasies, that talking is not doing? Perhaps I should have asked you to tell me your wet dreams about me? - Ehm, I don't know if I would have told you... - I would have told you mine. Yes, I had a lot of them. Anyway, where does "doing" start? Was it already incest when you masturbated watching me? I don't know, I suppose it's OK as long as one doesn't touch? Carol: - Come on, Helen, people do touch and kiss each other a lot... - So, I'm confused. Or is it already incest if I touch him, hmm, sexually - like this? While saying this, she lifted her long leg, and let the inside of the thigh slide slowly against Jack's upright dick. He let out a groan and closed his eyes. Carol was behind him now, her hands around his chest. She softly pushed her husband against Helen. When their bodies touched, Helen tried to speak. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Carol pushed Jack further, tight against Helen who now had her back to the fence. She could feel his cock throbbing against her groin. She saw Carol smiling at her. Carol now moved next to Helen and held her hand. Jack's eyes were closed, he was breathing hard. Helen mustered all her energy to speak again: "When you want something so much... and can't say it...". Jack made a sudden thrust with his crotch. Helen moaned. Carol lifted Helen's leg high, her husband moved forward again and entered Helen brutally. She came right away, so weak now she would have fallen if she wasn't against the fence, pinned to it by Jack's cock. They didn't move, he felt her vagina contract in rhythm, milking him. He groaned. Carol thought she'd go crazy when she saw sperm oozing down Helen's thigh. Seeing that nobody was moving for a long time, she said: "Let's go to bed now, please. I want you two to show me what you did in your dreams!", and led the way. "Perhaps we had the same dreams, who knows?" said Helen on the bed. She caressed Jack's dick gently. "It's like in my dream, it's so soft and nice when I touch it". "And then I make him lie on his side, like this. I touch and kiss his butt, like this...". She licked the balls, the taint, and her tongue went to the little asshole, round and round on the rim, until everything including the bed sheet was full of spittle. She darted her tongue inside the hole. One hand held the balls, while the other masturbated Jack's now full-sized dick. When Jack started twitching and making strange noises, she moved and swallowed his dick, slowly, carefully letting in her mouth all its length, then pulling out. This went on for what seemed an incredibly long time. Carol started feeling a need to release the tension that had been building up relentlessly, but Helen continued, slowly, until the spasm in the balls and the sperm oozing from the corner of her mouth showed it was done. Helen continued and Jack's dong seemed to get harder and larger instead of going limp. Then Helen pulled away. "That's what I dream of. He stays hard and wants to fuck me." She lay down on her back and Jack didn't wait to position himself and enter her, fucking slowly, steadily. Carol kissed her deep, holding her hand. Helen shuddered with an orgasm. "My baby, my little baby! Perhaps we had the same dream? Tell me.". Instead of speaking, Jack pulled out. Helen lifted her legs and spread herself with her hands, as much as she could. "Yes" said Carol, "I feel it too!" Jack pushed again, this time against her asshole. "Yes, you knew it. Oh, I'm so happy! Go deep into me, please, deep!" Jack pushed gently and she let out a yell. After a while Jack was completely buried in her ass and they started moving together fast, with rage, until she was crying and laughing at the same time. He whispered: - I can't hold anymore. - Don't, baby, don't hold it. Let it go! Let me feel it! Carol was holding Jack's balls, she felt them contracting, then his sperm dripping slowly on her fingers. Later on, Jack couldn't keep his eyes open. Helen was half asleep too. Carol said: "Sleep now. I'll get my reward tomorrow. I'll eat Helen all day while you're at work. Or perhaps you call in sick, you deserve it!". Her mother sure knew how to spice up a marriage...