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A Time & Place For Everything

By: Barb36D



This story is a sequel to 'New Year's Kisses.' As readers might recall, New Year's night was quite eventful. What made it so exciting was meeting young Jeff Martin again after ten years. Jeff was my son, Josh's boyhood friend. The two of them were the same age and inseparable pals for years. At least they were close, until an incident occurred when that completely changed their relationship.

Without making you sit through the details, they witnessed my husband and I having sex. Soon after that, their friendship waned and they both went separate ways. Since then, they have matured into handsome twenty-four year old young men, poised to make an impact on the world and break a few hearts along the way.

When I heard the two of them had recently rekindled their friendship, it was no surprise to hear these two eligible bachelors were moving in together. What concerned me was whether or not Jeff had told my son about the New Year's incident. Although it had been one my most sexually exciting moments, there's no way my son needed to hear how his mother was low enough to fuck his best friend. 

Josh had been away at college and was used to living on his own for several years, so it wasn't critical that my husband and I help him move in. I did consider it a show of respect, when he invited us to help him get settled in his new two-bedroom apartment. "The place is pretty clean Mom, and we should have most everything moved in, by the time you and Dad get here," said Josh on the phone.

"Sounds great Honey, we'll see you tomorrow then," I answered.

My husband had to deal with an unexpected job crisis and couldn't accompany me. I dressed for the warm spring day in a pair of white cut-offs and a white, sleeveless cotton blouse. Making the drive across town, I wondered if any of their girl friends would be there to help out. Josh had an on-again-off-again romance with a fiery brunette named Michelle. But it was blonde Amy, Jeff's affable girlfriend from New Year's night, who met me in the parking lot of the boys' apartment complex.

"Well hello again, Mrs. B! I'm so glad you could make it! At least I'm not the only girl here, with these two studs prancing around," squeaked the petite blond, in her hip-hugging jean-shorts and hot pink tube top. Recalling Jeff's problems with Amy, I was a bit surprised to see the preppy little cock-teaser.

"So you and Jeff still got it going on?" I asked, as she grinned and took my hand.

"Oh yeah; gotta keep that one on a short leash," she spouted a well-rehearsed line.

The shirtless guys were wrestling with an oversized sofa in the stairwell, when I first saw them. Grunting and bitching, they heaved the sofa through their apartment door. Tall, dark and sexy Jeff was the first to say hello. "Hi ya Missus B, glad you could make it."

"Hey Mom, thanks for coming; that's the last of it!" sweaty Josh echoed.

Watching their toned muscles ripple, as they placed the sofa next to a wall, it zipped through my brain what great looking young hunks they were. Amy gave me a fifty-cent tour of the upscale apartment; while I heard the guys crack open a pair of beers. When I asked about Josh's girlfriend, Amy said Michelle and Josh were on the "off-again" cycle.

"Have a cold one Barb," Jeff said, tossing me a beer, as Amy and I ended the quick tour.

"Don't mind if I do," I said, popping the top. "Hey, looks like you guys got a nice place here. There's even a little room that would make a nice darkroom for you Josh!"

"Thanks Mom. Yeah, I think there's enough room to set up my photo stuff. Well, I'm glad you approve - should be a great place to hose chicks, don't you think?" Chuckled my blond-haired son, giving me a squeeze around the waist.

"Hey you, watch your language," I reprimanded him and blushed, for appearance sake.

"You know I'm only kidding. You're the only girl for me," he schmoozed and planted a kiss on my cheek.

"Well, I don't know about you guys, but Margaritas sound good to me - how about it Barb, err I mean Mrs. B?" Bubbled Amy.

"Sure Amy, we should celebrate and christen the new abode in style," I replied.

The boys pointed us to where the drink fixings should be packed and went off to start setting up their bedrooms, while Amy and I mixed up a double batch of Margaritas. As we girl-talked, she apologized for her abrupt exit on New Years. "I'm so glad you guys were able to give Jeff a lift home. He was just pushing me too hard, you know, about the sex thing," she admitted.

"No problem; I understand what you mean, about not wanting to rush things," I said, pseudo sympathetically.

"It's not that I don't want to. I mean I really WANT to, especially with Jeff. I'm on the pill and everything. It's just my Mom. She thinks I should wait, you know, until we're sure he's serious," she sighed and downed two quick drinks.

"We?"

"Yeah me and... my Mom, I guess," she admitted reluctantly.

"Maybe that's the problem," I started, when Amy let out a blood-curdling scream.

I turned quickly to see the two guys creeping up from behind to shoot her with a pair of huge water guns. Like a pair of commandos on a raid, they continued to pepper her from head to toe with long spurts from their weapons. Seeing they weren't soon to let up, she took off after Jeff, while Josh stood there laughing.

"Boys and their toys," I shook my finger at Josh. "I hope she's got something else to put on; you guys drenched her," I concluded, hearing boxes falling and Amy's shrieks from one of the bedrooms.

"I just hope..." Josh started.

"What?" I smiled.

"I just hope YOU'VE got another change of clothes!" He smirked and opened up on me with his water gun.

"Oh no you don't! Josh, now quit it!" I demanded, as he took aim at my cutoffs, then my blouse. Wherever I covered up, he sprayed me in another pivotal spot, until I was soaked in all the strategic places. It was all in play, but with my blouse and white bra saturated, you could clearly see my nipples.

"OK Mister, that's quite enough," I said, walking toward my bare-chested son. He stood solid and shot me up and down. By then, I gave up on covering up and ignored the streams of cold water spraying me.

"Just letting off some steam, Mom; that's all," he laughed, trying to hide the gun behind him. Standing chest to chest with him, he played keep-away, as I reached behind him for the gun. As I moved my wet boobs against his naked chest to reach for it, he looked down at my hard nipples. "I think you're the winner," he whispered.

"Winner of what?" 

"The wet t-shirt contest, silly," he laughed and finally relinquished the gun.

I backed away from him, looked down at my big round boobs, well formed by the slick water and winked. "Never lost one yet," I said, proudly sticking out my chest. "I suppose now you expect me to dance around and strip, like the rest of your honeys, hmmm?" I suggested and sprayed his crotch.

"That's a great idea!" His eyes opened wide, as I shot his jeans over and over again.

"Well it ain't gonna happen!" I stated and looked down to see the outline of his hardon forming. Excited and embarrassed at the sight of my son's arousal, I ran down the hall into Jeff's room.

Wet Amy was spread out flat on her back on the carpet, with her tube top down around her waist, while Jeff knelt between her legs. Still shirtless, Jeff had undone his jeans and was lowering them over his cute bare ass, when Amy spotted me at the door.

"Oh my God Jeff, there she is - get off," I heard Amy whisper and watched her pull her top back up.

Jeff glanced back at me, smiled, but let his pants fall to his knees. My eyes lit up with a degree of interest, as he jacked his familiar ten-inch erection for our mutual benefit. Like a Pavlov dog in heat, my pussy wet with desire for it. "I don't give a shit. She can watch all she wants," he said and unzipped her shorts.

"Well I CARE!" Yelled Amy and scooted from underneath him.

"Here Mom, you can use the bathroom to change," said Josh, tapping me on the shoulder from behind. Like a frozen ice sculpture suddenly thawed, I turned toward my son. He handed me a chambray shirt and a pair of boxers. I regrouped enough to say "thanks" and headed for the bathroom. 

Closing the door behind me, I heard the muffled voices of Jeff and Amy, clear enough to figure they were in a heated argument. I pealed off my wet clothes and donned the dry, oversized denim shirt and shorts. I heard slamming doors and then an eerie silence, while I wrung out my wet clothes and hung them up to dry. I was working on my wet panties, I heard a tiny tapping on the door.

Closing my unbuttoned shirt collar, I cracked open the door enough to see who it was. A crack was all Jeff needed to force the door open, backing me against the wall with it. "Sorry you had to see that, Barb," he said, closing the door. 

"Oh that's OK Jeff, but maybe we should talk about it another time," I nervously suggested, trying to keep everything covered.

"Man, I don't know how you do it," Jeff said, letting his eyes scan my sparse but less than appealing attire.

"Do what, Jeff?" I asked, trying to secure a few buttons.

"You just can't help looking sexy in any old damn thing, can you?" He asked rhetorically and pushed my shoulder against the wall to undo the two buttons I had just fixed.

"This is not a good idea, Jeff." He closed in on me. "My God Jeff; Josh and Amy are right outside - now stop!" He ran his warm hands inside my shirt, fondled my boobs and kissed me full on the mouth. The deeper he kissed me; the more I pushed against my hands against his bare chest. It was no use. My desire for young muscular body overruled my sense of reason. I broke away from our sloppy kiss, leaned my head back against the wall and let his magic hands strip me.

"Just a little sugar Baby, that's all, OK?" He whispered plying my neck and chest with kisses. I knew what he wanted and quickly undid his pants. Without the luxury of decent foreplay, I fell to knees and took his familiar ten-inch monster in my mouth. Grabbing my blonde hair, he forced more of his meat into my mouth and throat. A mix of his precum and my saliva gave my throat enough lubrication to take most of him. Pumping his hard cock deep in my throat, my hands gripped his ass, as I eagerly devoured him. After several minutes of intense face fucking, I sensed his tool start to throb and moaned to let him know I was ready to take his hot cum. That's when he yanked my head back off his thick rod.

Like a wanton whore in heat, I glared up into his eyes and sneered. He locked his hands under my arm pits and raised me up to my feet and then sat me on the edge of the sink. Spreading my legs wide, I lay back against the mirror and watched, as he poised his proud cockhead at my pussy. "You want this in your hot cunt, don't you Bitch?" He said, splitting my tender lips with his fingers. I caught my breath and turned all my focus to watching his long, succulent muscle penetrate me.

Wrapping my mature legs around his hips, I felt his formidable cock fill my slippery hole. My arms flew around his neck. With my big fleshy boobs crashing into his chest, I rode him fast and hard. It didn't occur to me at that moment, how he knew he could fuck my pussy, without prior approval. I'd gone back on the pill for the last few months, but did he know that? "Oh, who the hell cares? Right now, right then, I had to have him," I thought.

Jeff's fucking quickened to a fevered pace. His cock raced in and out of my snatch like crazy. My nails dug into his back. My teeth bit into his shoulder, as an orgasmic wave rushed through me. His strong back and ass tensed and tightened, as the bathroom door swung open. It was Amy, but it was Jeff's pulsating cock taking center stage. I released my hold immediately and pushed him off me. Jeff's ferocious beast plopped out of me shooting long streams of cum onto my boobs and belly. She couldn't have interrupted us at a worse time. 

Poor Amy watched in utter horror, catching her boyfriend fucking a woman twice his age. With her borrowed bathrobe wide open, she was obviously hoping for Jeff's appreciation. Instead, her frozen eyes were treated to the unnerving sight of his spewing cock on autopilot. Like Amy and I, Jeff too was relegated to bystander status, as white ribbons of spunk erupted from his raging hardon to cover my pussy. Her eyes finally blinked, her open jaw closed, she gulped and let out another high-pitched, blood-curdling scream and bolted down the hallway.

"Oh shit, OH SHIT!" I yelled, promptly shoved my arms into the oversized shirt and did a quick search for the discarded boxer shorts. Bending to reach the shorts, I felt Jeff's cum leaking down my thighs and did a quick clean up with the shorts. The buttoned, super-long shirt covered my lower half, so I opted to pitch the unsavory shorts. 

Jeff gave up any pretense and jacked off the remains on his surprise ejaculation into the sink. I pushed passed him and met my alarmed and confused son in the hallway. "Please Josh; I can't explain things right now. You guys...you guys go have a beer or a swim or something. I have to talk to Amy, OK?" I demanded, in my urgent maternal voice. He nodded, as if caught in the eye of a hurricane.

Amy's loud sobs emanated from Jeff's bedroom. "Please Amy, Honey, can I come in?"

"Go AWAY, you - you SLUT!"

"Oh Amy, please let me explain," I pleaded and turned the doorknob.

Lying face down on Jeff's unmade king size bed, with her robe hiked up to her waist, she wailed uncontrollably. I closed and locked the door this time, warding off any further surprise interruptions. Her shapely tanned legs, bent at the knees were on full display. "Honey, what you saw in there... well, I'm sorry you had to see that," I said, pulling her robe down to cover her sexy young legs.

"You are just a damn - a damn old whore!" She shot back, and spread the robe back open, more to refuse any gesture from me. Observing her rattled state, I sat down on the edge of the bed and smoothed away her long blonde hair. "That was supposed to be ME, not YOU!" She said, turning to face me. Her eyes blackened by running mascara, I glanced down for a split second to see her youthful perky tits and slim tummy.

"Oh really? So, you would have let Jeff go all the way?" I asked politely.

"YEAH... I mean, yeah, I could have. I don't know!" She cried again, at her indecision.

"Well Amy, maybe I'm not really the problem," I suggested, knowing she was caught between her feelings for Jeff, but still needing her mother's approval.

"Yeah RIGHT and just how can I ever compete with big boobs like that," she stated and ripped open my dilapidated shirt. "And look, you still have his stuff on you! I haven't even tasted it, and you're practically covered with it!" She said sniffling.

"Hey, there's no need to get violent here! I'm running out of clothes as it is, without you trashing them!" I half-laughed to change the general tone.

"I know, so am I," her eyes blinked a half-smile. "But just look how big and beautiful they are. How could any guy resist you?" She said, gently pulling the shirt down my shoulders.

"Jesus Christ Amy, don't be silly. Look who's talking, with that perfectly awesome young body you've got," I said and pulled her robe open to make the point. With that, she lay back on the bed and pulled her arms from the robe. Completely naked, she ran her hands up and down her taunt, tempting torso, stopping along the way for some nipple teasing.

"You really think, awesome?" She teased and spread her legs.

"You goof, you. I think you had too many Margaritas girl," I mentioned, making light of her naughty little girl sensuality. It was obvious her mood had changed and, like Jeff and who knows how many other unsuspecting victims, she was trying her cock-teasing style with me. As I attempted to stand up, she took hold of my arm.

"Oh please don't go away, there are things I need to know," she smiled and batted her eyes, before she yanked me back down to the bed. My elbow slipped from under me and I ended up flat on my back next to her.

"And what might they be?" I asked, with a degree of exasperation in my voice.

"Oh, just lots of things really," she started and rolled on her side to face me. "Lots of things, you know." She slowly continued and began toying with one of my nipples. "Like, how many guys have sucked on these big tits, I mean, besides Jeff?" She said and switched to my other breast.

"I've had my fair share, I guess," I replied, trying to ignore her touch and the light, enticing scent of lavender in her hair.

"Hmmm, and how many women - how many girls, like my age?" She asked, lowering her face to my hard nipple and licking her lips.

"I'm s-sorry, what did you say?" I said, in a daze, my hand absentmindedly falling to rest on her soft warm back. Glancing down, I watched this delicious young creature cup most of my fleshy boob, raise it to her mouth and begin licking and sucking my nipple. "AMY NO!" I shouted and tried to push her away.

The little teasing minx was strong for her size and resisted, by clamping her teeth around my large areole. Squeezing and shoving more of my tit in her mouth, she sucked me as hard as any man. She was relentless at ravaging my mature melon, ignoring my cries to stop. I felt my pussy start to leak with desire. My hands went flat against the bed and gripped the sheets. My brain blurred with lightening visions of her doing all sorts of erotic things to me. I was treated to little fantasy vignettes of fucking her once before at New Year's, but never imagined this would ever happen.

She switched to my other breast, applying the same forceful sucking, while my hand found its way to my wet pussy. My other hand tugged and gripped the first boob, as I pleasured myself toward another orgasm. It was at that point Amy tired and came up for air. Compensating for her retreat, I rubbed my clit harder and faster, when she raised her face to mine. "I wish you were my mom. There's so much you could teach me," she whispered and affectionately kissed my tightened lips.

I let go of my swollen tit, ran my hand up her silky blond hair and opened my mouth. Gently pulling her face to mine, I shot my tongue into her mouth. Surprised and hesitant at first, she meant to break away, but soon intertwined her tongue with mine and joined me in a passion kiss. "Mmmeee - Momm," she mouthed, between our saliva rich kiss.

"Yeah Baby," I said, before devouring her tender mouth again.

"Oh Mommy, teach me, Mommy," she whispered, catching her breath against my cheek. I was ready and willing to play any twisted game at that point.

"OK Baby, OK. See Mommy needs to come She's really close, but she needs your help, OK?" I beckoned. Young Amy glanced down my mature body to see my drenched hand massaging my pussy.

"You want me to touch you there, Mommy?"

I smiled and nodded. She seductively ran her hand between my legs and I moved my hand away. Her hand lightly rubbed and toyed with my wet lips. "Harder Baby," I implored, but she was content to tease my outer lips. "Get up on your knees Honey; let me show you what I mean." She knelt on her heels next to me and continued to diddle around my mature hole. I made her spread her tight thighs and began lightly fingering her sweet little shaven lips.

"Oh Mommy, that feels good! Oooh, I love how you touch me there," she purred and stopped pleasing me, to wrap her hands around my wrist.

"Your pussy, Baby - say it," I prompted and fingered her clit.

"Pussy? Yeah, my PUSSY is so wet! Oh God, you're making my pussy so..." she gritted her teeth.

"Yeah Baby, and this is your clit," I said, bringing my other hand back to feel my own.

Her back arched, as her head fell back. With her mouth wide open, Amy grasped her C-sized boobs, while she rode my finger. "OH SHIT, OH SHIT! Mommy, my clit is so hot! Like it's on FIRE!"


A Time & Place For Everything Ch. 02



Previously: My son, Josh; his friend, Jeff; and Amy, Jeff's 22-year-old girlfriend, and yours truly had finally settled down, after a long night of crazy sex. The boys had just finished moving into their new bachelor apartment. After a series of extenuating events that day, Josh and I found ourselves in complete agreement. There certainly IS a time and place for everything. 

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"That's not Amy," I remarked, trying to distinguish the voice coming from beyond the door.

"No Mom, that's Michelle!" whispered Josh, as he hurriedly got to his feet.

"Are you decent? I hope not. C'mon Josh, I know you're in there," said the throaty voice.

I looked frantically for my discarded clothes, while my son pulled up his jeans and headed to hold her off. Right before he reached the door, it swung open and let in a blast of light from the hall.

"Well there you are! And, what do we have here; a little incest, I'm guessing. Isn't that just peachy," she smirked, as I quickly pulled the cum-stained sheet up around me.

"How did you... so, what's up Michelle?" Josh recanted, as the tall, 30-something, fiery brunette ignored him and made her way across the floor. By her staggering walk, I could see she was tipsy, but determined to catch us in the act. Dressed in a long black leather jacket, she stopped short of the bed. Regaining her balance, she tossed back her long dark tresses and looked down at me.

"Amy was nice enough to let me in," she explained, as she eyed me up and down.

Her facial expressions were silhouetted by the light coming from behind her. Clutching the sheet around me, I made an attempt to get to my feet so I could at least see her face.

"Well hello again Mrs. B. Oh please, don't get up on my account. You look so comfortable right there," Michelle said, placing a firm hand on my shoulder.

I caught the mixed scents of fine perfume and whiskey, as I leaned back against the headboard, still expecting the worse.

"Hey guys, I'm sorry. She just got passed me somehow," excused Amy, showing up at the door.

"That's okay Amy. I'm afraid she's here now. There's little we can do about that," Josh said, and started to close the door on her.

Michelle threw a large black patent leather purse on the bed, turned and headed toward my son. Taking him by the arm, she edged him out of the room and grabbed Amy's arm. "Josh Honey, you just go play with yourself or something. Us ladies have things to discuss – girl stuff you know," she insisted, pulled Amy into the room and locked the door.

"I don't think–you're not upset or anything are you Michelle?" Stammered Amy, dressed in a cotton Barbie-doll nightie, as the taller woman escorted her to the bed.

"You're right Amy. You don't think and, believe it or not, I'm not upset," explained Michelle, as she seated the petite blonde at the end of the bed. "Actually I'm happy for Josh. His wish finally came true. He's desperately needed to fuck you for a long time, Barb." She claimed and plopped down, while Amy scooted over toward me to make room for her. "Hmm, by the smell of things, I'd say he fucked you good! So how was he Barb? Did he rock your world?"

"I think that's between Josh and I," I countered sharply.

"Oh, I see. What do you think of all this Amy? You were here all day. Did Josh give his mommy a good screwing, huh?" Michelle asked and pulled Amy's nightgown to uncover her shoulder.

"Who me? I don't know. I mean, I guess so," Amy muttered and reached to pull back her elastic collar.

"Why Amy, you're so nervous. Leave it alone Honey," Michelle commanded and pulled down the other side of the gown to show both shoulders.

"Why not leave her out of this Michelle," I scolded and pulled the elastic back up on Amy's gown.

"Well, you won't answer me and I think Amy isn't telling me for some reason." Michelle got to her feet. "God, that smell of cum is making me horny!" She said and unbuckled her tight, leather, designer jacket.

Amy raised her head, as we watched the woman in her mid-thirties peel off her jacket. Except for her thigh-high black hose and heels, she was totally naked underneath. Amy smiled. Michelle dropped the jacket. "Doesn't that smell make you horny?" She focused on Amy, sliding her hand between the young girl's thighs.

Amy's smile and eyes widened as Michelle reached to touch her cheek. Young Amy's body shuddered, as she nodded her response and leaned her face against the shapely brunette's hand. Michelle's dark tanned body was truly a sight to behold. Most everything about it was model-thin except for her boobs, which I imagined to be a perkier version of my rounded 34-double-d's.

It was obvious that she had a certain spell over Amy, as the diminutive blonde rose to her feet and pulled off her nightgown. Michelle towered over little Amy, as they met for a tender embrace. "You've done something naughty haven't you?" Michelle whispered. 

Amy silently nodded and fondled the tall woman's tits. "I know you didn't mess with Josh." Amy shook her head emphatically, then turned her face toward me.

"Why you little minx, you made out with Josh's mom didn't you?"

Amy blushed and shrugged.

"Damn Barb, is there anybody you haven't fucked tonight?" Michelle laughed.

I cleared my throat and watched Amy lean up to whisper in Michelle's ear.

"Jeff too! Wow, I'm AM impressed. You must be one hell of a lay!" She exclaimed and took a step toward me.

"I think I should probably go. It's awfully late and I'm kind of tired," I said nervously and moved to the edge of the bed.

"I'll bet you're tired. Too bad though, I sure would like to know you better," she simmered, dragging her long fingernails through my hair.

Staring up at her, the moonlight and street lamps finally shed enough light on her to get a good look at her face. She was a stunning, exotic beauty for sure: high cheek bones, smoldering eyes and thick, glistening, deep ruby lips. As I gaped at her face and body, she broke the awkward silence.

"What?" She asked.

"No, it's nothing," I blinked and got to my feet, with the tainted sheet wrapped around me.

Standing between two nearly naked women, I glanced down to avert my eyes and saw my shorts on the floor. I bent at the knees and gathered up my shorts. When out of the corner of my eye, I saw Michelle step out of her spiked heels. As I stood back up, I noticed she was just a little taller than me without the heels. I turned to give her a cordial smile and felt Amy's hand on my bare shoulder. My prepared smile turned into another stare-down with Michelle, while Amy's hand continued to caress my back.

"What is it Barb? You want to tell me something don't you?" She asked, knowing I was captivated by her beauty. "Don't be afraid. I'm not into whips or chains, if that's how I come off?"

"No... I, I just want you to know that–that I'm sorry if I messed up things between you and Josh," I lied.

"Oh I don't think you did, but thanks," she answered, and brought her hand to soothe my cheek. Her touch was incredibly, devilishly warm and somehow drew me closer, as our eyes danced together.

"I hope this doesn't embarrass you," keeping her hand on my cheek, while glancing down at her naked torso.

"No, not at all. You're quite attractive. I can plainly see why Josh is so taken with you," I blurted out, and felt Amy's lips on my shoulder.

"That's sweet of you to say," she smiled and let her hand fall to my neck. "I think Amy would like a kiss before you leave," she added and nodded me to look at Amy.

Amy stopped kissing my shoulder and looked into my eyes with an extra sigh of lust. Leaning up to my face, she brought both hands to my shoulders, opened her mouth and kissed me. Our tongues met and it almost took my breath away. Shifting our faces to deepen the kiss, I sensed the sheet fall from around me. Amy's leg went between mine and rubbed against my naked mound, while her hands gripped my boobs. Feeling my juices flowing, I took hold of Amy's face and broke away from the kiss. "Please don't go just yet," she whispered and went straight to sucking my tits.

"Oh God, now I AM embarrassed," I blushed and turned back to face Michelle.

"Mmm, I'm wet just watching you two," Michelle said, licking her voluptuous lips as she watched Amy sucking my boobs.

"Really?" 

"Hell yes! Here, feel," she said and brought my hand to her shaved pussy. Holding my hand tight to her snatch, her hand forced my fingers inside to feel her wetness. "Oh God, that feels good. Are you wet too? Let's see."

Before I could answer, she had her hand between my legs. Her long fingers expertly parted my lips, as another finger probed my pussy. "Oh MY!" My eyes shot open, as I let out a nervous giggle.

"I didn't hurt you did I Barb? Goodness, you are drenched Honey," she whispered and took her first hand off mine to soothe my hair. Amy switched from suckling on my tits to Michelle's ample chest and back to mine again The two of us continued to masturbate each other.

"Shell, did you bring it?" I heard Amy ask, as if in a dream. Michelle ignored her, bringing her alluring face close to mine. My eyes were glued to her long tongue rimming the crest of her succulent lips, as her fingers taunted my clit. "I think I'm jealous." She mouthed, brushing her lips over mine.

"W-why is that?" I breathed with erotic anticipation.

"Everyone has had you but me," she batted her long lashes, as her lips formed a pout.

"Doesn't seem right, does it," I sympathized and flattened my hand to rub as much of her pussy as possible.

"SHELL? Did you bring it, or not?" Amy piped up between switching tits again.

"Yes I did, but tonight it's not for you Sweetcheeks," the mysterious woman added, keeping her full attention on me. Michelle had me at the point of no return. There was no denying our mutual attraction and a need to satisfy each other.

Michelle glanced down and motioned young Amy to retrieve her large purse. As the cool early morning air mixed with Amy's saliva, my nipples hardened instantly. In a combination of moves that felt like one, my legs gave way to the bed at the knees. I replaced her hand in my pussy with my own, as I watched the dark temptress reach in her purse and pull out one of the longer strap-on dongs I've ever seen.

Scooting back in the bed, my eyes shifted to watch Michelle strap on the apparatus, while Amy lubricated the head of the enormous black tool. I couldn't help but notice how the overall length of it matched the entire length of Michelle's long thighs. Spreading my legs wide, my fingers never retreated from my saturated hole. "That's okay Dear; I don't think she'll need it." Shell referred to any further greasing and pulled the pretend beast from Amy's mouth.

Standing at the edge of the bed, Michelle hoisted the huge rubber honker and slowly split my wet outer lips with it. Not one to miss a single thing, Amy quickly slithered into bed next to me. As she went back to sucking and fondling my boobs, we watched Michelle inch the hard rubber replica further into my snatch. The back of my head bore into the mattress; my hands gripping the sheets, as the foot-long cock penetrated me to the max.

"OH GODDD!" I squealed and pulled my legs to accommodate the full length of it.

"Fuck her good, Shell," Amy said, completely out of the naive character she'd concocted.

"Yes please; fuck her good," I echoed, rocking my lower body to and fro, to build momentum. 

The dark, exotic woman exuded a ballsy confidence in her capability to fuck or be fucked. Her primitive masculine-like grunts and growls would have given the appearance of a typical dyke, if it weren't for her uncommon classic beauty. She pumped the fake cock in my tender pussy with all the ambiance of a crusty long shore man. Michelle shook back her waist-length curled brunette locks; looking more like a tight, three-year-old filly fitfully playing in some secluded meadow. She was an amazing anomaly that fascinated me. 

Wouldn't any man or woman revel in such a sensuous duality? The fact that I was so suddenly and magnetically drawn to such a unique personality made me wonder how my son could not feel the same. His reserved feelings for her hardly seemed valid, as her torso and pelvis undulated to propel the over-sized dong deep in my vagina. Even if I deluded myself that he had harbored some repressed desire to have only me all these years...I mean this chick was a "10" in any guy's black book! The answer to that question was soon enough answered. 

"Ah girls, are we having fun yet?" followed the inevitable and impatient knock at the door.

"Can't speak for you, but WE are!" Michelle snidely reported, yanking a weak Amy by her hair and shoving her face in my bush.

Judging from the Josh's silence, he must be considering what other dumb thing he would say or try next. "Maybe we should let him in?" I asked, catching my breathe between strokes.

"Hey, that's your call. I can go either way," said Michelle. "Hell, Amy and I can make our own arrangements, for that matter," she smugly added.

"I didn't mean that! We can work something out." I pleaded, when she withdrew the cock. "PLEASE Michelle, don't be upset." I begged, reaching out to take her wrist. Trying my best to hold on, she was too strong and pulled me out of bed. Dropping to my knees at her feet, I wrapped my arms around her waist from the rear. Locking my hands together, I buried my face in the small of her back. Without time to analyze my overt actions and melodramatic behavior, all I knew was I had to have her. The magnetism was far too great than my power to let go. 

"We don't have to let ANYBODY else in. We don't even have to answer the door, okay?" I purred and gently kissed her ass, taking long lingering licks in her crack. 

Was the late night and all the unexpected, extra-curricular sex catching up to me? I've dabbled in mild lesbian contact before, but to feel this compelled to have another woman was an entirely unfamiliar sensation for me. The longer she silently pouted, the stronger my desire to please her increased. Spreading her cheeks, I teased her asshole with my tongue. Without a word, she spread her legs ever so slightly, which I took as welcoming sign. Probing her puckered hole with the full length of my tongue, my left hand reached to fondle the fake phallus, while my right hand found its way under the belt to caress her pussy. My teasing applications evidently were persuasive enough to get her attention. She slowing turned in my embrace, putting me eye-to-eye with the huge rubber dick.

"Didn't I try to make you happy, hmm?" She asked with an added inflection of power in her voice.

I nodded. "You DID make me happy! I love having you fuck me." I added, staring up into her dark eyes. 

"Shhh! Just let ME handle the guys, okay. If you're a good girl, I'll take care of you too." She stated and pointed the cock toward my mouth. After a quick glance into her eyes, I dutifully took the authentic replica into my mouth as a symbol of surrender.

I delighted in tasting my juices on the dong, as I sucked it clean. After a slight motion from the dark temptress, Amy rushed to Michelle's side like some crony slave. When the taller beauty whispered something, Amy obediently went to Michelle's purse and pulled out a few long lengths of rope. 

Viewing myself as if in some parallel, but reverse universe, I stood silently as the little blonde tied my ankles and then my wrists. Being bound by any means, by anyone was a fetish foreign to me. Quite simply, I abhorred the idea of being restricted. However, that's apparently how much power Michelle held over me at that moment. I would have done next to anything to gain her affection. Feeling the roughness of the rope tightening on my limbs, the bondage soon lost whatever fun status it may have had. 

My son's previous side comments regarding Michelle never held much meaning before now. His vague references to her passion for power, etc. became increasingly clear to me. No wonder they had yet to form a lasting relationship. Many men and most women would likely be offended by such blatant dominance in a woman. The fact that I found her power over me so alluring made it all that more ironic. 

"Now that we have your full attention..." Michelle started and poked the hollow of my shoulder. I teetered on my heels, before collapsing backwards into the bed. "Perhaps you'd like a taste of brunette pussy, huh." She decided and climbed up on the bed to straddle me. Raising my bound arms up over my head, she dug her knees into the mattress, until her bare pussy was inches from my mouth. Gazing up across her flat tummy and past her large taut boobs, my tongue went to work on her slit. When her fingers parted her tender lips, my flattened tongue probed deeper into her vagina.

"Hmmm, that's it. God yes! You do eat pussy good." She smiled down at me and joined my tongue with her long-nailed index finger.

Licking and sucking the succulent flaps of her folds, I moaned with anticipation of reaching her clitoris. She surely sensed my desire and quickly pulled away, but not in retreat. Getting to her feet above me, she turned around to switch to a 69 on me. Pinching and tugging my hard nipples, she lowered her pelvis to my face again. I quickly resumed eating out her delicious cunt, when we heard a more forceful knock at the door.

"AMY, ARE YOU IN THERE?" Came Jeff's deep voice. 

"YEAH, what is it?" Amy hollered back.

"Your mom; your mom's on the phone. You gonna take it?"

"SHIT!" Amy cautiously exclaimed, almost leaping from the end of the bed. "Why the hell is SHE calling NOW? She NEVER calls... I just can't imagine why..."

"God Amy; settle down girl!" Michelle said, as the nervous girl's commotion put an immediate halt to our love making. "That woman has got to be the most uptight bitch alive!" Michelle stated, climbing down from the bed.

Suddenly feeling like a fish out of water, I tried sitting up. Amy frantically wiggled back into her night gown, as she continued to fret about her mother's call. When Michelle pulled her leather coat back on, I was afraid no one would release me from the ropes. 

"Um, do ya think you could..." I started, holding my bound wrists up to Michelle.

"Oh yeah, Sorry, Barb. Here, let's get you out of those–for now," she smiled, but took her good time untying me. "You know that Kim; she's the one I need to hogtie," Michelle shot me a devilish grin.

"Kim?"

"Amy's mother. God, if there's ever been a bitch that needs some sexual healing, it's her."

"Hmm, maybe you need to have her to tea," I laughed, pensively waiting for Michelle to release me. By then, Amy had hastily made her exit to answer her cell phone. 

Peaking his head inside the open door, Josh's eyes sheepishly scanned the room. With both hands still loosely bound, I tried to pull the infamous satin sheet around me. "So, am I interrupting anything?" My son asked, watching Michelle securing the leather belt around her waist.

Shooting Josh a semi-embarrassed smile, I quietly waited for the tall brunette's response. "No, come on in," she relented, lit a cigarette and sat on the edge of the bed. "Josh, you know your mom here is one sexy woman," she noted, more aware of how she looked to Josh than my state of bondage.

"I agree," he smiled, wrapping his arm around me from behind.

"I think it kind of explains a lot of things," she added, filling the air with a long blast of exhaled smoke. Josh and I traded questioning glances. Neither of us had a clue to what she meant. Neither of us felt it necessary to hear her definition either. A long, tenuous silence followed, as I felt Josh's hand subtly caress my back and then my ass when I pulled myself to stand next to him.

"Hey you look pretty bitchin' in those new bracelets. I'm guessing those are compliments of Mistress Michelle here?" He smirked and ogled at how the sheet barely covered parts of me.




A Time & Place For Everything Ch. 02



"Why yes, they're just the latest fashion, don't ya think?" I tossed my hair back and gave him a pseudo model's gaze.

Vying for more of my son's attention, the sleek dark-haired beauty stood up to edge close to the two of us. "What an opportunity to take advantage of her; having her tied up and everything," she purred and pulled the sheet down to fully expose my chest.

"You don't think I've already taken advantage of her?" Josh purred back, brushing his lips past her ear. 

"Hmm, maybe you should be the one tied up?" She answered and unzipped his jeans.

"I believe we've done that already–plenty of times." 

"Yeah, but never in front of Mommy," she winked and untied her leather belt. "Whatcha think Barb; this turning you on Honey?" 

In a flash, she dropped the leather jacket from around her and began fondling my tits and tonguing my ear. That overwhelming sensation to have her swept over me in waves, as my head fell back. Closing my eyes, I was treated to the sounds of Michelle and Josh obviously kissing; then the rush of having two sets of hands (male and female) caressing my heaving jugs and lower half.

"I think she's enjoying it," I heard Michelle's voice and nodded.

"Doesn't seem to be fighting it, that's for sure," Josh added, lifted my arms over my head, and twirled me around until I was lined up directly in front of him facing the dark vixen.

Michelle went to her knees immediately. Reaching around me, she undid Josh's jeans and stripped him down. Feeling the full length of his 9-inch erection sliding up and down my ass crack, I moaned as Michelle's long tongue darted between my wet slit. 

"Maybe she needs us both to fuck her, hmm?" She offered, between deep licks.

There was no "maybe" about it, as I watched her manhandle the long black cock from one hand to another. My heart raced a mile-a-minute, as Josh massaged my tits. Letting my bound wrists fall behind his head behind me, I shoved my ass hard against the length of his rigid boner. Glancing down at Michelle, I knew there was but one delicious way to take them both. 

"You're not thinking what I think you are?" Josh whispered in my ear.

I silently nodded and pulled us both down to the floor. Once my son stretched out flat on the carpet I got to my knees. Inching my knees across the floor, I maneuvered down until my mouth was in striking range of his sturdy erection. Taking his cock in my mouth, I felt the head of Michelle's fake dong parting my labia from behind. After several minutes of doing double-duty on my son and his occasional lover, Michelle's patience was wearing thin.

"Okay Barb, I've gone without long enough; it's my turn," she announced, withdrawing the black rubber fucker from my pussy.

Unhooking the masculine apparatus, she quickly edged her face next to mine. I heard Josh catch his breath sharply, as she grabbed the base of his cock, and went straight to deep-throating him. Flopping over on my side, with my wrists and ankles aching from rope burns, I gave up my balancing act. Once again I became the voyeur, watching Michelle using Josh for her pleasure. I couldn't help but sense that this was standard operating procedure for Michelle.

Flat on her back next to me, she reached to fully spread her long legs; an open invitation to Josh to get with the program. Like a black widow spider tempting its prey, she implored him to mount her. Once he went to his knees and split her tender lips with his sturdy rod, she pulled behind her knees to further elevate her pelvis. Josh may have been administering to her demands for a nice hard fucking, but his center of attention and facial expressions were clearly focused on me. Every chance he got, he reached over to massage or otherwise fondle different parts of me, while his lower half robotically pumped in and out of the vixen's pussy. Michelle was all too aware of this and turned her head to ask a favor.

I leaned close and nodded in response. Josh didn't break stride, as he helped untie my wrists. The blood once again returned to my legs as well, as I undid the rope from my ankles. I doubt that Josh picked up on Michelle's request. Even when I stood straddling her head, pulling and stretching her legs back over her head, I don't think he knew. Josh moved up over her to continue drilling her vagina, while I relinquished my hold on her legs. Sliding around behind him, I went to my knees and head-butted his ass, until he finally hunched over farther. Now my tongue finally had access to her asshole. 

Rimming and tonguing her nasty hole, she was nicely lubricated enough for what came next. I edged my hand between them to encircle my son's cock. Tightening my grip on his thick, slippery hose, I coaxed it from her pussy. Gently prodding the large head of his meat into her puckered hole, she yelled. 

"It's okay Josh Honey; she wants it. Don't you Baby?"

"God YES! Put it in my ass Barb. Ummm, do it NOW!" 

"I don't... I... I, oh SHIT, FUCK, that's TIGHT!" Josh exclaimed, as my hand loosened its grip to massage her pouting labia. 

"Damn RIGHT, Baby. Fuck my tight ass. Yeah, fuck me good!" Michelle commanded, while her hand reached up to grab anything to hold on and heighten the painful pleasure. 

Finding my chest, she put a death-grip on my boob. The shock and sudden pain of her tight grasp had me crying out, as well. Josh's young cock was soon back to full stride, plowing in and out of her asshole, while I slapped her pussy. When she failed to release my tit, I leaned in to spread her pussy. Clamping my lips around her clit, I let my teeth lightly nibble around it, while my tongue teased the tip of it. This was enough to send her into full orgasm. 

"FUCK, OH FUCK!" She repeated, loud enough to wake the neighbors for sure.

Josh's explosion followed, like a well-designed set of dominos. His face grimaced and relaxed with a complex expression that defies description, but genuinely defined the extremes he felt. His cock was totally hidden in her asshole, as his sporadic pelvic jerks proved he was filling her up. Michelle's open mouth and strained eyebrows confirmed her amazement. Her darting, bewildered eyes settled on mine, before her head jerked back. Another four-lettered orgasm swept over her, as her hands fell back to grab her own bountiful set of tits.

Josh's hot cum spurted from her asshole, as he started a retreat. With the combination of earthy sex smells, youthful perspiration, and ass filled my senses, I could no longer contain myself. Snapping a three-fingered grip around his still sturdy tool, I laced my lips with the pungent combination, before sloppily taking it in my mouth. If my son had any further questions about how truly nasty a slut I was, they were answered then and there. Sucking a copious amount of thick gravy from his succulent rod, I was intent on savoring it, when a hand yanked my head away.

"Me too Mom," Michelle whispered, shifting my face to hers. Her hands intertwined my hair roughly, as I opened my mouth on hers. Matching her moans with several of my own, I discharged the sordid load. Her long tongue raced through my mouth, like some cum-driven snake. Such a display of vile, erotic behavior, although a bit foreign to me, seemed to be like second nature to this wild bitch. She was most definitely good at being bad! I believe Josh was left once again; stunned, yet aroused by the whole event.

"Well, I don't know about the you ladies, but I'm starved!" he exclaimed, feigning a yawn. "I think we've got eggs," Josh blurted out, while Michelle recovered.

"Great!" I said, as Michelle lit a cigarette.

"Hey, don't look at me! The two bottles of champagne in my car are the extent of my nutritional intake," the long-legged brunette puffed.

"Eggs and champagne it is! Used to have that for Easter breakfast, back in the day," I recalled, scanning Josh's room for anything that might resemble a robe.

***************** Tall and shapely Michelle may be the belle-of-the-vampires' ball and whip-mistress of the easily sublimated after 9:00 p.m., but she was downright worthless in a Sunday morning kitchen. Her dark leather attire, spiked heels, and hose somehow didn't coincide with sunshine, eggs, and Teflon pans. Shunning a stream of natural light like she'd been impaled with a wooden stake, she found a kitchen stool and lit up another smoke.

Amy, re-dressed in her hip-hugging jean-shorts and stretched out tube top bounded in to join us, bitching as she bounded. "I can't even believe she would do that!" She stated, more for her own benefit. Michelle offered her a smoke. She reached out, then opted otherwise. 

"Wow, that smells like eggs, oh yeah!" Tall, half-dressed Jeff announced, grabbed a cup of coffee and plopped down to sit at the large round table. 

"Good night's sleep Jeff?" I joked, digging my claws into his naked shoulders from behind.

"Huh?" He was not even close to being awake.

"Hell, he's the only one that got any..." Josh started, scrambling the eggs.

"I wouldn't say THAT," I laughed and rubbed the base of mister sleepy head's neck.

"SLEEP. I was saying, he's the only one–oh, never mind." Josh shook his head.

Even half-asleep, Jeff's catlike reflexes were fully functional, as his hand grasped my wrist. "Hey, I'm awake already," yanking me around to sit on his lap. "One part of me has been up for quite some time," he whispered. I felt his cock stirring, even through Josh's thick robe. 

"Don't tell me which part. Let me guess," I teased and wiggled my ass.

"So, did my man Josh slip ya the mean weenie, or did you join the carpet munchers' club, hmm?" Jeff whispered, slipping his warm hand between the slit in my robe.

"Wouldn't you like to know," I simmered, trying to close my robe.

"Okay, we've got eggs; come and get 'em!" Josh announced. I jumped up and headed for the cook top, when Jeff grabbed my robe. Pulling it almost completely open, my naked body was on brief display. Jerking the robe from Jeff's grasp, I turned and fell into my son's arms. 

My bare chest against his, my eyes slowly raised to meet his. He gathered the robe around me, "Eggs... want some?" He smiled.

"Yes please," I answered, retied the robe and took a plate. "Well, look what the cat drug in!" I remarked, seeing my husband crossing the courtyard, and heading for the apartment. "It's your father."

Michelle and Amy broke away from their serious conversation, long enough to see I wasn't kidding. Josh went to greet Donny at the back door. I took a stool and buttered a slice of toast.

"Well good morning all!" Donny smiled, like he just swallowed the canary. "Hi, I'm Donny, Josh's dad, and you are..." he asked distraught Amy.

"Oh shut up, and quit acting like you don't know these people," I shook my head, before taking a bite of eggs. "How about that champagne Michelle?"

"Oh yeah. Hi Mister B, good to see you again," Michelle's high heels tapped across the hardwood, as she made her way past my husband.

"Here, I thought you might need a change," Donny said, tossing me a large grocery bag of clothes.

"Thanks," I leered, before checking out the contents. My green pastel sun dress and undies were appreciated, but I wasn't about to let him off the hook. However, there was no reason to cause a scene in front of these kids. I finished my breakfast, while Josh and his dad small-talked. Jeff shot me a wink or two, and Amy patiently waited for Michelle.

Michelle hadn't been gone but a few minutes, when we heard the door slam and those familiar high-pitched clip-clops. "Amy, now don't shit your pants, but Kim is in the damn parking lot." Michelle warned, between short breaths. She shoved the two bottles of bubbly into the freezer and turned to face Amy.

"Oh SHIT, she WAS serious!" Amy shouted.

"Kim?" Donny wondered. Apparently this was at least ONE person he really didn't know.

"Kim is Amy's mother," I said. 

"Now Amy, don't get crazy. There's nothing to worry about. You two assholes, go put a shirt on or something," Michelle took charge (imagine that). I headed for the bathroom.

"Well, I'm taking a shower," I said, subtracting myself from any possible equation.

***************** A full stomach, a warm shower, fresh clothes, and a hair dryer–I was ready for the day.

"Yes Amy, I know you're quite old enough to stay out all night, but there's nothing wrong with meeting your friends. Is there?" I overheard, coming from Jeff's bedroom. 

I tip-toed to the front room to join the rest of the misfits. Amy and her mother were soon to follow.

"Kim, this is Barb, Josh's mom," Michelle introduced us, then beat a path to the kitchen.

I traded a shaky handshake with the prim, slender Kim. Dressed in a modest button down yellow sun dress of her own, she must have felt some sort of familiarity with me. Perhaps it was our ages, even though she had to be ten years younger. Maybe because she has a daughter and I have Josh; similar sundresses... who knows?

"Your daughter is such a doll!" I noted.

"Thank you. Our dear little Amy is a sweetheart; we DO want only the best for her," the buttoned up mother said, with a puritanical edge in her voice.

"Whoa, "our dear little Amy," did she really say that?" I wondered, trying to keep my eyes from rolling. 

"Her father and I just want to make sure, I mean, we wanted to see Jeff's new place," she went on. I found an empty chair and scanned the empty front room for the whereabouts of the rest of the gang. "Jeff is such a nice boy, don't you think; very polite," Kim spoke after what seemed like timed silences. I worked up a smile and nodded.

"Champagne all around," Michelle and Amy rejoined us, handing us each a stemmed plastic glass.

"Oh, none for me, thank you," Kim held up a foreboding hand, keeping the other tightly around a matching yellow purse in her lap.

"Come on Kim, we're celebrating the boys' new place," Michelle reasoned.

After a series of long double-takes between mother and daughter, Amy gave Kim a glare and started sipping her champagne. "Well, maybe just this once, but don't tell your father," Kim thinly smiled. This had to be a singular breakout event of her year. Taking the glass from Michelle, Kim sniffed and sipped the bubbly like it might be liquid heroin. Michelle, Amy and I were a bit less reserved and gulped ours down in an eye blink.

Observing our less than teetotaler technique, Kim reluctantly threw her head back. While a portion of the champagne shot out the sides of her mouth, she downed most all of it. Michelle immediately sped off to uncap another bottle.

"Where did the guys disappear to? They should be toasting with us. I mean, it IS their apartment," I asked a reticent Amy.

"They're in Josh's room, watching some ballgame I think," Amy replied, as if she was taking an exam. Just being in the same room as her mother was nerve racking.

"Is your son into sports, Barb? He certainly seems like a nice boy too," Kim's sugar-coated voice broke the soundless barrier.

"No. I mean he keeps in shape and stuff, but he's more into his photography," I answered my required exam question, and quickly shifted my attention to Michelle returning with two large bottles of champagne.

"GOODNESS Michelle, I hope you're expecting company!" Kim's eyes widened. 

"We drink from THIS one. Kim gets THAT one," Michelle whispered on the QT, as I took the Kim bottle and offered to refill her glass.

"Thank you Barb, but I've had plenty."

"Come on Kim, it's just us girls. I know it's a little early in the day, but it does taste good," I urged Her Royal Uptight Highness.

"Mom doesn't drink. Actually neither of my folks drink," Amy butted in with her empty glass, to get a refill from me.

I started pouring Amy a fresh glass, when Michelle interrupted. "Ah, you are so funny Kim. Just think of this as one of your uptown tea parties; we're just having champagne instead. We'll call it a bubbly party, how's that?" Michelle took Amy's freshly poured glass from her and gave it to Kim. "Amy needs to help me find some crackers, cookies, or something," the tall brunette added and pulled Amy up from the couch.

Knowing that Michelle had cooked the champagne some how, I gingerly refilled my glass from the other bottle. Taking a sip, I immediately knew it was beer, but sipped it none-the-less. With the other two girls gone, I decided to take a more direct approach with Amy's stuck up mom. Reseating myself next to her on the couch, I smiled.

"Bubbly party; yes I guess this is... gosh it really IS bubbly. Look how it tickles my nose," Kim giggled, before taking a longer swig. "Is it hot in here, or is it me?"

"I think it IS getting warm. I agree. Don't know how you can wear a sweater on a hot day like today, Kim. I'd be burning up!"

"You're right. That's must be what it is," she said, and lifted the thin woolen collar around her neck to fan it slightly.

"Here, let's just take it off, shall we?" I said and moved closer to unbutton the pure white sweater. She sat motionless, like I was some kind of day nurse administering to her comfort. "I can certainly see where Amy gets her striking good looks." Pulling the garment down her creamy white arms.

"That's SO sweet of you to say, Barb," Kim blushed and lowered her head.

"Well now, it's nothing to blush about. Maybe you just need to lighten up a bit; let Amy see just your glamorous side?" I suggested, unbuttoning two top buttons of the tight collar of her sleeveless sundress.

"Me glamorous? I hardly th-think so," she said, taking another sip, before letting her head slump again.

"Maybe Amy might better relate to you, if you just let your hair down once in a while," I added, running my hand lightly over her tied back golden bun.

"We used to get along great, when she was younger you know. I don't what happened," Kim sniffled and raised her head, praying for a response.

"Is it the sex thing?" I asked point blank. Her head dropped again, until she finally nodded. "Hmm, you know, the older I get, the more I seem to learn. Except now, I'm learning from my kids. Isn't that funny how that works out," I joked, trying to lighten things up.

Lifting her chin with my index finger, a tear-filled eye greeted me. "Now, now Kim; my point is that you've done a great job raising her. Now it's time to relax and be more of a confidant–a friend, rather that a strict mommy."

"It might be fun at that," she sucked in a sniffle. "B-but we're so settled in our ways," she admitted, smoothing back the tight bun, that was hardly out of place. Bringing my hand to join hers, I prodded her hand to a hairpin peaking out of the tight woven roll.

"What is the Chinese proverb that says something about a long journey begins with "that first step." I philosophized. Her eyes smiled and blinked once, before she pulled the pin out.

"Gosh Barb, I've only just met you and it seems you know all about me," Kim stated, as she continued pulling out more and more strategic hair pins. Shaking her locks free, her beautiful long blonde hair fell gently over her shoulders.

"Wow, look at you! A little makeup, and you and Amy would look more like sisters than mother and daughter," I remarked. Kim reached in her purse for a compact.

"Oh you. Don't be silly. I'm not even close to looking like a twenty-two-year-old!" Forty-some year old Kim rolled her eyes, fluffed her hair in the tiny mirror and finished her drink.

"Oh excuse me, I must have the wrong room," Donny burst in and faked an early exit.

"I'm guessing you've met my goofy husband, Donny," I said, grabbing his arm.  

"Amy said I should keep her mom company. You're certainly not old enough to be Amy's mom?" He took his best shot at being charming. Kim ate it up. "Ooh, and champagne –how decadent," he added, pouring Kim another glassful of what I suspected to be the tainted bubbly.

Once Donny moved between us on the couch, his flirting motor went straight from first to third gear. I took the hint, made some lame excuse, and left to find the girls. I caught up with the two conspirators in the kitchen. Amy was drowning herself in Margaritas, and had more than a healthy start on a good drunk, while Michelle treated herself to shots of Tequila. 




A Time & Place For Everything Ch. 02



"What's up ladies?" I asked, downing a shot of Tequila.

Michelle gave me her patented devilish grin and pointed to half-empty bottle of Vodka.

"So, I take it that's the magic elixir in Kim's champagne?" I smiled.

"Tell ya, the woman needs to unwind her tight ass –can't hurt. Right Amy?" said the brunette.

"I can't even believe she's drinking. That's amazing," Amy sighed, trying to shake off her mother's shackles.

"Well I gave my all for the cause. You might not recognize her now. Then I sicced Donny on her, so who knows where things will go from there."

"Very impressive Barb! So ya got her to lighten up at least?" Michelle smiled and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek.

"I don't believe it!" Amy said emphatically, almost loosing her balance.

Taking the young blonde by the arm, the two of us silently padded the long carpeted hallway leading to the front room. Sneaking up on our prey, we heard voices.

"Yeah Kim, you even have the same cute smile. I'm telling ya, you and Amy could be sisters, for sure," Donny was laying it on thick, as he circled his finger around her ear. Kim, laying back on the couch by now, offered little resistance to my husband's high school version of fore-play.

"Oh my God! Who the hell is THAT?" Amy whispered back at me, before sneaking another peak at the inebriated woman who barely resembled her mom.

"How did you DO that?"

"Easy, once Michelle got a few drinks in her, she was like putty," I reckoned.

"What's the big secret!" Jeff bellowed from behind us.

"Shit Jeff, you scared the living shit out of us!" I recoiled. Amy, already bent over in her sneaky stance hit the floor like a brick.

"What's that all about?" Amy's mom yelled and jumped to her feet. Unfortunately, Kim's equilibrium wasn't as quick on its feet. Stumbling back onto the couch and into Donny's lap, she was quickly swallowed up in my husband's arms.

"And just what is THIS all about?" I yelled with an adequate amount of embittered wife in my voice to take any focus off of Amy.

Trying her best to break free from Donny's clutches, Kim pleaded her case. "I... I mean we didn't do anything. I was j-just..." she started, finally able to come to a standing position. 

"You weren't doing anything with my husband? What do you call that?" I pointed down at Donny. "You two were having sex!" I stood defiantly with my hands on my hips. 

"NO! Oh God no! B-Believe me Barb, I never..." 

"And, what do you call that in YOUR fucking world?" I pointed again down at Donny, who had unzipped his pants.

Clearing her head, as best as possible, she continued to deny my accusation. Glancing down in Donny's direction, "Oh GOD NO! I didn't DO that! No! NO!" she screamed and buried her face in her hands, at the sight of my hubby's erect cock proudly poking out of his jeans.

"Jesus Christ, what's with all the damn noise?" Michelle burst in. Immediately closing in to comfort the accused, she wrapped her arms around Kim. Shaking her head and sobbing like crazy, the duped mom was devastated. This was exactly how the tall dark temptress preferred her victims; drunk and lost. Shooing the rest of us away, the spider needed to be alone to devour her fly.

"It's okay Sweetheart, no one understands. We'll figure this out, just you and me," she consoled Kim. Jeff and Donny picked Amy off the floor and the three of us made our retreat to Jeff's room.

***************** Sending Jeff off for a cool washcloth, I scolded my husband for playing Kim that way. "What the hell; it was all in fun. Seems like she needs a little spice in her life anyway," Donny figured.

"Spice is it? Is that what you decided I needed, when you set me up with Josh?"

"I'm sorry. Didn't mean to upset you," he countered.

"Oh, it doesn't upset me. At least that had a favorable outcome," I winked.

"See, I knew it would work out that way!" He beamed, like his plans to solve world hunger panned out.

"You are SO full of shit!" I laughed, as he wrapped his arms around my waist. "Get away from me now you old letch. We need to revive this passed-out little girl." 

Jeff returned and we got Amy to wake up. Josh showed up and the five of us laid around placing bets on what Michelle was up to with Amy's straight-laced, but seriously drunk mother. A half an hour passed, when the dark leggy mistress motioned for Amy and I to rejoin her and Kim in the front room. 

The proper lady's appearance had degraded considerably, like she had survived the first degree of a third degree inquisition. Her modest dress was undone a few more buttons from the neck, and now up from the hem. The low heels she came with were nowhere in sight. The once silky blonde hair, that flowed so graciously around and down her shoulders, was now a tangled mess framing her face. The half-empty bottle of Vodka I'd seen in the kitchen sat on the coffee table, virtually all but gone. It had obviously replaced the champagne bottle lying on its side at the foot of the table. 

As Amy shuffled over to sit next to her mom, Michelle began, "I believe Kim has something to tell you Barb."

Uncharacteristically tossing her head to one side, to cast aside some stray locks, Kim stared at me. "I...I'm sorry Barb for having sex with your husband," she started, when Michelle interrupted.

"Now, go tell her WHY you're sorry. That's it, get up and go to her."

Kim's puffy eyes glanced up at Michelle, then over at Amy, as she got to her feet and came to me. "I'm really sorry Barb, b-because I like you," she continued and hesitantly put her hand on my shoulder. Staring back into her glazed eyes, I nodded.

"I understand Kim. I like you too," I smiled and smoothed away more stray locks of her unruly coif. 

"Show her Kim. Show Barb how much you like her," Michelle coaxed. Kim glanced again at Michelle, then returned her unsteady focus on me. Robotically running her hand up my neck and behind my head, she leaned forward and pulled my face to hers. Closing her eyes, I felt her lips ever-so-lightly touching mine. Letting my eyes close I tilted my head to accept the kiss –a lingering tender kiss that, considering the source, felt quite erotic.

"Come on Kim, you like her more than that; now don't you?" Michelle prompted.

Michelle's suggestion tripped her trigger. The subdued mom let out a series of moans, as her mouth opened on mine. My hands caressed her shoulders and her bare arms, until they came to rest on her waist. Our tongues met. My moans mixed with hers, while her small hands rested on my chest. When her fingers started to unbutton my dress, Michelle's words cut through the growing sensual scene.

"Easy now girls! I think there's something Kim needs to tell Amy as well," I heard. Kim broke off our kiss. Leaving my dress half open, Kim did a 180 in my arms to face her daughter. 

Amy was delightfully amazed and emotionally moved, seeing her mother in this state. She almost jumped from the couch to join us. "Amy, I'm SO sorry for being such a... such a bitch; I really DO love you," she got out, before her daughter took her face in her hands and planted a full kiss on her lips. "So much, God I love you so much," Kim added between kisses full of tears and saliva. 

"I love you too Mommy. I've always wanted you; wanted you like this," Amy said, as the words melted into more moans and deep kisses. When Kim ran her hands under Amy's tube top, my hands went to work on Kim's buttons. 

"Ummm, any room for me in this little love fest?" A stripped down Michelle smiled, adding her naked body to the mix. 

Once again, words dissolved into moans and high-pitched grunts, as Michelle, Amy, and I introduced Kim to the forbidden art of female seduction. The disparity in our ages, hardly a negative, heightened the equation of four vibrant women teasing and pleasing each other. Our communal masturbation proceeded until premature orgasms were achieved all around. However, any calculating observer could easily tally up and report that Kim had the lion's share.

Basking in the afterglow of our shared feminine desires, one giant sigh permeated the quiet. Of course that wasn't the only permeating thing. The uncommon fragrance of four women enjoying each other, (especially Amy, the squirter) hung in the air and followed each of us, as we made our individual trips to the bathroom. It would only be a matter of time, before one of our male studs picked up the scent.

"Oh God, what have I done!" Kim exclaimed, returning from the bathroom in her drunken fog. Grabbing pieces of her rumpled preppy attire, the well proportioned middle-aged beauty turned her back to us. Shaking uncompromising cobwebs from her liquefied brain, she attempted to get back into her clothes.

***************** "Kim Honey, that was simply a warm up. Where do you think you're going?" Michelle questioned, unhooking the socialite's 34-c brassiere.

"Must get home. I-I have to... get home," Kim replied to no one in general, as she unsuccessfully tried pulling up her virginal cotton panties.

"Nonsense! You don't see anyone else leaving do you? See, here's Jeff," Michelle coaxed her to look up. "See, isn't he the handsomest thing?" She prodded. 

Kim stopped dressing, glanced up at her daughter's tall lover, and immediately blushed. Folding her arms to cover her naked chest, her curious eyes slyly returned to scan his hunky frame. "Yes, he is handsome," she remarked with half a smile, as Jeff went to speak with Amy.

"Don't be such a prude, Kim." Michelle took Kim by her arm to edge between Jeff and Amy. Young Amy was certainly in no shape to object, as Michelle quickly lifted and pulled off Jeff's t-shirt. "Hmm, now you can see just how built he is," the dark-tanned Michelle stated, before running her long fingers up his chest and pressing her naked chest against him.

My role in all this had quickly diminished to that of a voyeur. Redressing, I found myself once again in awe of Michelle's powers of persuasion. 

"Y-yes he is," Kim stammered with a deep sigh, while her daughter pulled her mother's arms down from behind to display her boobs to Jeff.

Jeff's stoic response to their seduction was to say nothing at all. He leaned down to accept a wet kiss from Michelle. Amy sandwiched Kim close to him, reaching around her mother to undo his jeans. At first a sensitive unwitting explorer, Kim's hands lightly wound their way up and down his long torso. Feeling the warmth from Amy's body on her back, Kim relented and moved her mature self to share the heat emanating from her daughter's boyfriend. 

"So, do we need a ticket for this, or is it a free show?" My hubby smirked, coming up to me from behind. Feeling Donny's body against mine, I let one of his hands snake its way under my arms to fondle my boobs, while the other slid up under my dress.

Keeping my focus on the sensual foursome, I let out a low moan, and pressed my ass against his emerging erection. "I think you just covered the price of admission," I said and prodded his fingers to tighten their grasp.

Before us, the women were in full-out attack mode on a restrained but grateful Jeff. Michelle had lowered herself to her knees, taking Jeff's fully extended cock in her mouth, as Kim's and Jeff's kiss soon turned into a shared passion. Daughter Amy seemed content at the moment to feed her libido with erotic touches. Running her hands and fingers first over Jeff and her mother; then back again to pleasure herself. 

"Now THAT woman desperately needs to be fucked," Donny suggested in my ear, as his familiar touch favored my wet pussy.

"It's that obvious?" My entire body shuddered in anticipation of another orgasm.

"Oh yeah, see how she is almost trembling with desire for..."

"My God, don't you just love THIS scene. Something tells me I've missed something," interrupted Josh's voice from behind us. He had apparently entered the front room, and was quietly taking stock of the whole sordid scene.

"OH GOD Josh, you surprised me!" I said, feeling my legs turning into spaghetti.

"Jesus Dad, you're gonna screw her right here?" 

"Hey, when in Rome..." Donny feigned embarrassment and released his hands from me.

"I guess it does resemble some Roman orgy or something," I added, as my dress fell back into place, to at least appear to have some sense of propriety.

"Hey, no need to close down shop on my account," Josh calmly stated, approaching me head on, to took my face in his hands. 

Donny retreated to the couch, as our son gave me a less-than-maternal kiss. In my aroused state, I wasn't about to be the one to break away, when Josh's tongue filled my mouth. Perhaps it was time that Donny deserved a realistic view of what he had set us up for all along. I sensed that exact same feeling from Josh, as his artistic hands wound their way down my shoulders and onto my heaving chest. I started undoing my son's shirt, when a loud feminine shriek shot through the air.

Pulling away from Josh's lips, the sight of Amy's mother taking Jeff's super long, fat cock in her pussy was incredible. Jeff had hoisted the petite woman up. As all 6 foot something of him stood, with Kim's arms and legs locked around his neck and waist, he easily and rather proudly impaled her mature pussy from stem to stern repeatedly. With his fingers digging into her ass, she screamed with each long down stroke. 

Amy and Michelle were hardly passive observers to Kim's debasement. Michelle was fast at work; fixing up Kim's daughter with that obnoxious strapon dildo. Considering what might be next on Michelle's agenda, I decided not to be a part of (or otherwise witness) what she had planned for Kim.

"Ah, I think perhaps we should leave these folks alone," I advised, scanning down at Donny's growing erection.

"Whatever you think," Josh answered agreeably.

My husband, somewhat reluctantly got to his feet, and pried his gaze from the erotic foursome to follow Josh and I down the hall. 

"Hey you guys, didn't mean to run you off!" Michelle shouted.

"No problem. We'll be around for a while," I turned, smiled, and winked.

***************** I poured coffee for the three of us, once we reached the kitchen.

"I can't decide whose more entertaining to watch; Michelle or Kim's mother," Donny smiled.

"Hey, if it gives you such a trill, go ahead and watch them both!" I returned, setting his filled cup on the counter.

"Well I, for one, don't get off watching either one of them," Josh stated, grabbing my wrist.

"Josh, you're making me spill..." I started, when he pulled me onto his lap. "Hey Mister, easy now, your father might be watching," I laughed, setting the hot pot of coffee down.

Josh glanced up at Donny across the table from us and winked, before starting to work on the buttons of my thin sundress. At first I brushed his fingers away, until I heard Donny clear his throat.

"So, what if I am watching? Why should that make a difference?" My husband said in his typical 'whatever' kind of voice.

Brushing my son's hand away from my dress, I went about undoing my own buttons. Feeling his erection growing beneath me, I felt compelled to push hubby's envelope. Besides, Josh seemed less than affected by having an audience by now. Pulling my dress off my shoulders, I felt Josh's fingers undoing the rest of my dress. Leaning back on his lap, my hand drew Josh's head close for some heavy necking.

"Something's telling me he's enjoying this. He just acts like he isn't," I soothed and lowered my bra straps.

"I really don't give a shit what HE thinks. If it's something YOU like then the hell with him," Josh said into my ear, before lowering his face to my chest.

"Oooh, I like. I like it Baby. Suck my tits... hard."

After yanking my bra cups down, his open mouth went right to work sucking in as much of one of my ample boob as he could. My less-than-motherly moans escalated when he switched to my other melon.

"Good!" My son replied and stood me up next to him. With my lightweight dress now completely open and off my shoulders, dropping my arms, it slid quietly to the floor. Standing a little weak-in-the-knees, I shuddered when Josh pulled my panties down. Rising to meet me, he immediately unbuckled his jeans. As he stepped out of them, I edged his t-shirt up his muscular frame and over his head. Like so many well-rehearsed lovers, I peeled his shorts down to reveal his sizable erection.

When Donny cleared his throat again, I knew he must have caught sight of his son's more than adequate love muscle. Another short embrace and kiss, he unhooked and ditched my bra. Effortlessly he lifted my 125 lb. naked body up to the kitchen table. Lying down inches away from my husband, Josh lifted my legs up and stepped forward until his long hard cock rested neatly on top of my unshaven pussy.

In all honesty, I've made out and screwed a number of men in front of my hubby before. This time it would be unbelievably different. This was our son about to penetrate me. For an instant I wondered if he could truly handle the weight of witnessing such an illicit taboo. After so many years of marriage, even an open one such as ours, I've always tried to second-guess his feelings. In this case, there's no way I could imagine what must be going through his unconventional brain. I had to shake him into some kind of response. Leaning over to face him, I placed my hand on his.

"Come here Honey. Come here and watch your son's big cock spread my pussy lips."

Donny got to his feet and stood at the head of the table. Still holding on to his hand, I brought it to rest on my heaving chest. Slowly parting the little patch of blonde fur on my mons, Josh's heavy cockhead toyed with my slit. The glycerin wetness just inside my outer lips gave his rigid rod all the necessary lubrication to ramp up and down the length of my slit.

Donny's hand and fingers fondling and tugging my full melons told me he was willing to allow pretty much anything for my satisfaction. Hearing a zipper opening behind me, I knew my satisfaction wasn't the only consideration being addressed.

"OH GOD! Oh, oh... YES!" I got out, just as my son's full nine inches pierced my inner lips and entered my vagina. 

"Bet that one will fill ya up?" Donny smiled down at me. I winced, then smiled before issuing an agreeable nod. "Hell, don't look at me. Must come from your side of the family," Donny added, referring to his son's longer and much thicker weapon. 

Staring up at my husband, but not seeing him, my opened-mouthed expression surely explained my renewed amazement. Josh's young body went on autopilot, as his wondrous manhood filled and refilled my love hole. Letting my legs down to lock them firmly around his waist, my fingers reached to grasp both sides of the butcher block table top. Peering down through my undulating boulders to watch Josh's assault, I was suddenly greeted with Donny's seven-and-a-half inch erection inches from my face.

"Go for it Dad, Yeah!" Josh seemed happy to make this a family affair.

Without a break in the rhythm, I took hold of Donny's cock and nearly swallowed it whole. 

"Damn, but your mom is one hell of a cocksucker!"

"Don't I know it... none better! No complaints from this end either," Josh added, hard thrusting his meat deep in my pussy.

Listening to the hands-on evaluations of the two men in my life that mean the most to me was at once gratifying, yet bizarre. Why they felt it was necessary to verbalize such things in the middle of fucking is beyond me. Never-the-less I was enjoying myself, so I basically tuned them out and rode wave after wave of orgasm. 

I estimate I was in the midst of my third orgasm, when they decided to switch positions. Sucking Josh's cock and tasting my own juices was enough to take me to the brink of yet another one; that's when my back started aching. "Unless you two are about ready to unload, my back is killing me. Maybe we can move..." I said, pulling my son's cock out.




A Time & Place For Everything



"I know, Baby, I KNOW! Let Mommy help, Honey; come here," I whispered and maneuvered my body around, so I could force my head between her tanned thighs.

"What are you doing, Mommy?

"I'm going to kiss you Baby. Kiss it and make it better," I said and took a long lick of her sweet slit.

"But, BUT, that's not kissing, Mom-mEEE!" She yelped, as my tongue slid inside her tender hole. "Oh God Mommy, I'm afraid," she whimpered.

With her thighs tight against my ears, I couldn't make out what she was saying after that. For the next seven minutes or so, it was like hearing under water. Licking and sucking her tiny silky snatch, my tongue found a succulent home in her pussy. My legs writhed to welcome her to do the same to me, but she wouldn't take the hint. 

She seemed aware enough of her impending orgasm to reach down and pry her lips apart, so I could suck her clit. Sucking and tonguing her shiny ball, I felt her grinding her fresh pussy into my mouth. After riding my face and tongue to a frenzy, she suddenly stopped and replaced my tongue with her fingers. This gave me a little breathing room, before she started to come. With my arms still wrapped around her slim thighs, I got a few extra licks in, until the gates opened.

The first full spurt of her ejaculation took me by surprise. I had only experienced this once before with a woman, but not from this vantage point. My mouth was filled with her thin, clear feminine cum, when another batch gushed out. Swallowing most of it down, I edged back further under her sweet ass. Leaning forward, I coated her puckered hole with her juice. When I reached around to help her get off, I was somewhat amazed at how wide she had her pussy stretched. Gently soothing her forceful hand, I edged my mature tongue in the young girl's asshole.

Amy's little girl shrieks gave way to deep moans, at least three octaves lower. Her entire body seemed to tighten then spasm; as yet another gush of girl cream coated my chest. Almost as quickly as she came, she went. With the exuberance of a 22-year-old, she dismounted me and wiped me up with her robe. "God Barb, that was SO good! I've never had a girl, I mean woman, get me off like that before! I sure am ready for Jeff's thing NOW!"

"His cock?" I smiled.

"YEAH, his BIG FUCKING COCK in my pussy," she batted her eyes.

"You're sure about this?" I asked, putting my tattered shirt back on.

"Oh yes. I want him to do me and fill me up with his stuff."

"His cum?"

"I need his big, hard cock to fill my hot pussy with his creamy cum, you know?" She said, as if she'd just learned a foreign language. I nodded and smiled, knowing full well what she needed. I needed the same damn thing! Glancing out the window, I saw my son and Jeff, the killer studs, sitting by the pool.

"Tell you what. Let me clean up my act and I'll send Jeff in, OK?" I said, unlocking the door.

"OK, but hurry up!" She bubbled. "And you come with him, OK?" She added.

"ME? What for? You can do this by yourself, Amy," I decided.

"Oh please, Barb. Jeff won't believe that I'd go all the way, without a witness," she pleaded.

"Oh OK, just to get things started, then I'm out of here," I rolled my eyes.

I made off to the bathroom to take stock of the mess I'd become and consider how I was going to deal with Josh before I left. My clothes were still a bit damp, but I opted to put then back on, except for my panties, still too wet. Some fresh makeup, lipstick, perfume and comb through, and I was ready to meet the boys.

"So, you got her calmed down, Mom?" Josh asked, out on the lawn.

"Yes Dear, I think she's just fine. She wants to see Jeff," I stated and took note of all the empty beer cans.

"Yeah well, I think its time we had a little talk," Josh demanded, with a bit of a slur.

"I know Dear, and we'll do just that, after I get Jeff delivered, OK?"

"Delivered? Is that a new term for fucking, you sluts use?" Josh stammered, with a tone of regret as he said it.

I immediately hauled off and slapped him full on the face, stared neatly into his glazed eyes and motioned to Jeff. "Come on Jeff, I promised Amy that I would BRING you to her," I said, half crying.

I flashed my son another icy stare, to let him know he wasn't wanted and left the courtyard with Jeff. Once we got inside I peered back through the window to see Josh crack open another beer, shake his head and sit down. "Damn Jeff, how much did you tell him?"

"I didn't say anything! He must of figured things out; he's pretty smart, ya know," said Jeff, as we reached his bedroom.

"One problem at a time; I'll deal with him soon enough. Right now you have to deal with Amy," I said and tuned the doorknob.

Sexy little Amy was wrapped in nothing but a sheet on the other side of the room, as we entered silently. They both exchanged some nervous "Hi's". Amy took a deep breath and strode across the room, like a little angel possessed. It was plain to see, she had reapplied her makeup too and maybe went a little heavy with the eye shadow. Walking straight up to Jeff, standing next to me, she gave me a quick wink and stared up at her tall, handsome lover.

"I have something for you, Baby," she said with a heavy dose of seduction and let the sheet fall around her. The approaching shadows from early evening cast an inviting sheen to her already stunning naked form. She reached right away for Jeff's cutoffs and undid them. "Don't you have something for me too, hmmm?" She purred and yanked his pants and shorts down in one, quick motion.

"She's done this to me before," Jeff whispered in my direction, as we watched Amy massage his semi-erection with both hands. Even with half a hardon, the sight of Jeff's lovely manhood sent an unexpected shiver through me.

"Oooh, such a big cock for my little pussy; I don't know if I can handle it all. You might have to do me hard, so I can take it all," Amy sighed.

"Hmmm, that's different!" Jeff remarked, as Amy pulled him to the bed by his boner.

Laying spread eagle on the bed, Amy slowly writhed and licked her lips longingly. "Don't you want to do my pussy, Baby? Maybe you should let me kiss your big cock first?" She begged, reaching for his oh-so-familiar hard dick.

"I think that's my cue kids," I blurted out, feeling like the fifth wheel - an aroused fifth wheel, but still out of place.

"NO WAY, Barb! Amy's pulled this routine many times. She gets me all hot and bothered, then turns everything off. This time we need a witness; please stay," Jeff pleaded from the bed's edge, as Amy took his cock in her mouth. She slurped, sucked and moaned on Jeff's tool. 

I peered through the blinds at the evening shadows in the courtyard. Josh was still seated, elbows on his knees, nursing a beer. He looked so alone. I felt so ashamed and sad for slapping him, but the invitation to watch two young lovers go at each other was too enticing. Without a word, I went to the dresser and poured myself a tall glass of watered down Margarita. Gulping down half the glass, I turned to see tall, naked Jeff had crawled into bed with Amy.

Jeff went right to work, spread her athletic legs and dove into her crotch. She shot a long wanton stare at me and motioned for me to come closer. I took one step forward, stopped and politely shook my head. She dug her heels into the mattress, arched her back and brought her pelvis up. Her little shrieks of pleasure bounced off the bare walls. She held Jeff's head in place, while he ate her tender young pussy - the same delicious young lips I had devoured only minutes ago. I took another long swig of mostly Tequila and refilled my glass.

"Yeah Baby, ooooh! Put it in me, Baby! I need your big cock in my hot pussy NOW!" Amy exclaimed. My tongue licked the rim of the glass, as I watched muscular Jeff slowly edge a pillow under Amy's ass and bury his ten-inch monster in her wet little snatch. I shifted from one foot to the other. My pussy seemed to have sprung a leak and I instantly regretted not having put my panties back on in the bathroom. I felt flushed, then a little dizzy from the drinks and saw Jeff nodding and motioning to me.

As if in a trance, my feet found their way across the floor to their bedside. Jeff's dark eyes locked onto mine, when he took my tepid drink and tossed it to the carpet. My eyes still locked on his, as he slowly pumped his sturdy rod in and out of Amy's love hole. He reached over, tucked a few fingers inside the neck of my blouse and pulled me closer. Our mouths opened and met in a lurid kiss. I unbuttoned my blouse. The lust filled kiss must have had a positive effect on Jeff's fucking cock, when I heard Amy's moans of delight intensify.

Breathlessly, I tore my mouth away from Jeff's and ran my hand over Amy's taunt torso. I felt a small hand slide between my thighs and then inside my shorts, as Jeff unhooked my bra from behind. Amy's dainty fingers found my wet lips, while Jeff raised my bra to fondle my heaving chest. The idea the three of us fucking seemed so wrong, but none-the-less inescapable. Desperately, I tore open my shorts and wiggled free of them, as Jeff pulled my blouse and bra off.

Stepping out of my sandals, I languished in devilish delight, at being a part of their copulation. Running my hands over their perfect bodies, I was like a kid let loose in a candy shop. My pussy leaked with the need to be filled, but knew I had to wait my turn. Fixing my fingers on my right hand around the base of Jeff's pumping tool, I leaned down to suck on Amy's tight, but oh-so-tender tits. She caressed my head with one hand, while she continued to probe my pussy with her other. Our audible moans gave Jeff all the inspiration needed to fuck her expanded hole deeper.

"OH Mommy, he's so deep in me!"

"Does it feel good, Baby?"

"Oh God YES! I love having both of you. Let me kiss you! I want to kiss you all over!" She exclaimed and pulled my head away from her saliva-coated boobs. I let go of my grip on Jeff's cock and held my big boob for her to suckle. She eagerly took my nipple into her mouth. I dropped my left hand to join hers on my drenched pussy.

"Yeah Jeff, fuck that pretty little pussy; fuck her hard!" I challenged and watched his oversized meat penetrate her stretched hole again and again. By the sound of her deep groans, she had obviously reached the point of no return. Hell, as an interactive participant, I was well on my own way to orgasm. Pulling my saturated fingers from my pussy, I painted my other tit with fresh juice and fed it to Amy. I didn't have long to wait for her reaction to tasting my juices.

"Oh Jeff, she tastes SO GOOD!" She declared, staring at Jeff, while her tongue danced up and down my boob.

"Oh yeah, Baby? Maybe you should taste the real thing, hmm?" He asked, winking at me. "Come on up here Barb. There's plenty of room!" He said, carefully moving the two of them toward the center of the bed, to accommodate me.

It only seemed natural at that point to join them; I rationalized and crawled up on their love bed. Facing Jeff on my hands and knees, I reached one leg over Amy's torso and inched back, until her face was between my mature thighs. Stretched out across her short frame, I took the opportunity to favor his cock and her tight lips with my tongue. I felt her arms and hands over and around my thighs. Spreading my legs to lower myself, I suddenly felt her tongue on my slit. After probing the folds of my tender lips, she soon found my clitoris and attacked it much the same as she had done with my tits earlier.

My first thought was, "No way this girl is an amateur. She's been here before!" My second (almost simultaneous) thought was how unbelievable exquisite it felt. As she sucked my clit harder and deeper, my eyes and mouth flew open, sensing a premature orgasm. Never one to miss a woman's open mouth, Jeff withdrew his cock from Amy's snatch. He painted my lips with the taste of her, until I took the bait and took the head of his rigid pole in my mouth. 

Their hands seemed to be everywhere, stroking and grabbing my ass and tits. Like some illicit concert of flesh on flesh, they devoured me. Wave after wave of fitful orgasms pulsed through me. Jeff pulled his outrageous organ out of my mouth, only to penetrate Amy's youthful pussy again. Amy's constant clit sucking, though most delightful, made me painfully aware of how damn much I needed a stiff, thick cock inside me. So, when Jeff withdrew from her once again, I almost ate him alive. I was hardly in a position to deep throat his slimy ten-inch beast, but I tried.

Jeff knew how desperate I was for a cock in my cunt. He pulled my head back to release his dick and instantly buried it again in Amy's waiting hole. It flashed through my dense skull the reason for all of this was to get Amy fucked; not me. I sat up straight on her face and let her continue to pleasure me. Jeff's face lit up with pure lust, as he hiked her shapely young legs to his shoulders. Leaning back against the headboard, I fondled and licked my boobs. Jeff plowed the entire length of his cock full-force into her, taking one of my jugs into his mouth, for good measure.

Amy's hands slammed to the bed and gripped the sheets, as I felt her mouth open. Now I was riding the wave of her orgasm. I eased my ass back against the headboard and off of her. With Jeff's mouth locked on my left tit, I worked on the right one. My other hand went to my pussy, as Amy's screams erupted. I don't recall just which scream blocked the sound of the door opening, but suddenly there he was in the doorway - my son, Josh.

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"Oh SHIT!" I murmured and tried my best to cover my tits and crotch.

"Oh shit is right, you can't make this one go away can you, you cum-sucking SLUT!" Josh yelled, turned and slammed the door as he left.

"Oh God, I didn't want this to happen. SHIT! God, now he'll hate me forever!" I said, scampering out of bed to put my clothes back on.

"I doubt that, Barb. Just tell him it was all my fault," said Jeff, trying to soften the blow.

Josh's curses echoed throughout the apartment, as I zipped up my shorts and reattached my bra. Slipping into my sandals, I quickly buttoned my blouse and shoved it back in my shorts. Ignoring Amy and Jeff, I was totally focused on reaching my son, before he tore the entire place apart.

"Maybe Josh's wish will finally come true," I faintly overheard Amy say in passing, as I bolted for the door.

Boxes crashed to the floor in Josh's room, as his obscenities grew louder, "That filthy fucking slut! How could she do that...to me?" Dressed in t-shirt and jeans, with his back to me, I softly padded the floor behind his 6-foot frame. Reaching both arms around him to lock his arms, I pressed myself against his back.

"Josh, Honey I am so sorry you had to see that," I begged softly and felt his muscles tense to my touch.

"Leave me alone and don't TOUCH me, you fucking slut!" He yelled, tore my arms apart and tossed me effortlessly onto his unmade bed. The force of the throw caused two middle buttons on my sleeveless blouse to go flying. I edged my back against the wall, in fear of what he might do next.

"Maybe, if you let me explain," I started.

"Explain how my own mother is a slut? Funny thing is, you're not even sorry about it! You're only sorry I caught you at it!" Josh shouted, taking a step toward me with each accusation. "Just look at you! You could care less how I feel. Don't you have ANY self respect?" He barked, leaned over and pulled my blouse to pop off the remaining buttons.

"Oh God, NO! Don't do this Josh!" I teared up and closed my blouse.

"What - I shouldn't treat you like the true fucking slut you are? Apparently that's the way you want me to see you, so take it off. NOW!" He commanded and pulled my hands away.

"OK, OK, I suppose I deserve that," I acknowledged and slowly took off my blouse, leaving my bra on.

"Hell, I think you definitely deserve a lot more than that," my son added and went to secure the lock on the bedroom door. "You said we needed to talk privately about this. So, start talking," he stated, walking back toward me.

"I think the problem is that you only see me as your mother, Josh. See, as a woman, I still have wants and needs," I started. "Granted, they might seem a bit extreme to you. That's why I never felt comfortable telling you before."

"So, you LIKE being a slut! Doesn't Dad "take care" of you, or I suppose he likes you being a slut too!"

"Well, as a matter of fact, yeah he doesn't object," I squeezed out a small smile.

"That still doesn't explain how you can be so despicable to make out with my friends. I mean, that's fucking sick!" He countered and tried to keep his eyes off my exposed cleavage.

"That probably was wrong on my part," I admitted and propped my arm on the headboard.

"Probably...PROBABLY?" He yelled and leaned down to pull one of my bra straps down. I let him do it, without complaint.

"Yes, it was wrong, OK?" I accepted the guilt, with a half-smile to ease the tension.

"Well, something tells me I don't know the whole story about you three," Josh prodded and pulled my other strap down. Now his wide eyes were glued to my tits about to pour out of my white lace bra.

"No, you don't. I'm afraid parts of it are a little nasty, actually," I warned, sinking lower into the mattress, to stretch out my legs.

"Considering the fact that you're a slut, I suspect it's mostly nasty," he said, staring into my blue eyes. Locking onto his blue eyes, I felt his hand unbutton my shorts. When he unzipped them, my hand went to cover a bare midriff. "Of course, I expect you will tell me the truth," he added and moved my hand away.

Momentarily, I considered my son undressing me like this inappropriate. However, when he added that he "expected me to tell the truth," I had no other choice than to literally open myself to him. In all good conscience, when it comes to casual sex, I am a slut. Letting him degrade me, like he would any common slut, seemed the only feasible way to make my point. I nodded and moved my hand aside to reveal I was pantyless under my shorts.

"It all kind of started on New Year's Eve," I began, letting out a deep breath. "Dad was to work that night, bartending at The Reef in Oldtown. You know the place."

Josh sternly nodded and reached behind my back to roughly unhook my bra. "Don't mind me Slut, go on with your story," he said, pulling my bra off. Never being so exposed to my son, I nearly hyperventilated, as his eyes finally feasted on the sight of his bare-chested mother.

"Uh, on second thought, I don't think I can tell such things to my little boy," I said, hoping he would reconsider this approach. Reconsidering was the farthest thing from his mind.

"You know I'm sick and tired of that "little boy" shit. Can't you see by now, there is nothing "little" about me anymore," he stated, pulled off his t-shirt and unzipped his jeans. "There hasn't been anything little for quite some time," he insisted and reached inside. Try, as I could to concentrate on his upper body, I couldn't. When he brought out his thick hunk of man meat, my chest swelled with a sense of misplaced pride and unexpected lust.

"This is your son, Stupid - your SON," my mind repeated, trying to regain some sense of maternal propriety. I found myself licking my lips and fondling my boobs, as he stood there stroking his 6-inch flaccid cock. I sat mesmerized by the beauty of it, as words fell out of my mouth, "So, I decided to go with your dad on New Year's Eve. I dressed sexy for him and everything," I described in a monotone voice.

"Everything, what does that mean?" Josh asked, wagging his growing erection and taking a step toward me.

"I mean, like I went down on him, on the way to the bar," I uttered, like I had taken a shot of truth serum.




A Time & Place For Everything



"So, you gave him a BJ in the car?"

"Yes."

"...and, did he come?" Josh asked, taking another step.

"Yes. He shot his cum in my mouth," I answered and tugged on my tits.

"You liked that, didn't you, you slut?" He begged, jacking his thick, hard cock, less than five feet from me.

"Oh yeah. I like being a slut for your dad," I replied.

"You like being a slut for lots of guys, don't you Mom? Hard cocks turn you on big time, don't they? Your pussy is probably wet as can be right now, isn't it?"

I nodded. He stepped uncomfortably closer and ran his fingers through my hair. Suddenly he grabbed a chunk of my hair, pulled my head back and held his rigid cock inches from my face.

"Maybe you should show me that wet slut pussy, hmmm?" My son suggested, with a devilish grin I'd never seen before.

I quickly kicked off my sandals, sat up on my heels and pulled my shorts down. I lay back down on the bed, pealed my shorts off and spread my legs. My heart pounded wildly, as I dug my heels into the bed to raise my pelvis. Parting my tender lips with one hand, I shoved two fingers from my other hand into my dripping pussy. Staring up at his ready cock, my eyes flashed to catch his expression, as I ran my slimy fingers over my fleshy melons and hard nipples.

"God you ARE one horny old slut, aren't you?" Josh observed and tugged harder on his rigid tool. "Too bad my momma always told me not to screw around with sluts."

"She was wrong. Your momma was wrong!" I exclaimed, fingering my pussy once again for him. "C'mon Baby; let me be your slut; fuck me!" I yelled and reached to grab his sturdy cock. He blocked my hand from reaching him. I propped myself up and arched my back to best show off my mature rack.

"No way Bitch! Here, catch this if you can! AHHHHHHH!" He yelled and started spraying me with his cum. Long, white ribbons of his fresh, young gravy spewed out all over my torso. Throwing my head back, I shook my melons from side to side, while he coated them with Josh juice. "SHIT, OH SHITTT," he bellowed again, and squeezed off two big globs of goo on my stomach.

I lay back on the bed, wanting nothing more than to take my son's sweet young throbbing cock in my mouth and finish him off. Instead, I respected his unspoken wishes and contented myself, by spreading his divine lotion up and down my chest and into my pussy. Shaking off the remnants of his ejaculate, he looked down at the slimy mess covering me. He shot me a look of total disgust, covered his eyes and turned away.

"Oh God, No - NO! This is sick! It's all wrong!" He said, starting to sob, as he zipped up.

"Oh Josh, please don't feel that way. I was asking for it. Honey, you did nothing wrong," I countered and climbed out of the bed. 

"It was never meant to be that way. I should never treat you like a slut, no matter what!" He punished himself and handed me his t-shirt, without looking at me. I cleaned away his pungent cream and went to console him, but he was beside himself with disgrace and confusion. Shaking away from my grasp, he headed for the door. Unlocking the door, he turned to me with tearful eyes, "I think you should leave now. I love you, Mom."

"Damn, maybe I should leave. He probably needs some time alone," I thought, watching the door close behind him. I gathered up my clothes and picked up the room a bit. 

As I dressed, I noticed a box of binders strewn out on the carpet and picked them up. Putting them back in their box, I noticed one particular binder with a colorful heart drawn on the cover (definitely Josh's artistic handiwork). My curiosity got the better of me and I opened it. 

It was a album of our family pictures neatly stuck in plastic sleeves. The early pages were familiar old photos of us. It brought a smile to my face, as I thumbed through them and recalled when and where they were taken. Flipping past a few more pages, I noticed more recent shots. They were mostly of me. Josh was so into photography, I was always dodging his camera at home. These were all pictures taken of me I had never seen. The photos showed me in all sorts of outfits, dressy and casual. Trying to recall whatever events I was dressed for, I turned the page.

There they were, the naughty shots of me sunbathing in our backyard. One long series of shots of me sunbathing topless made me chuckle. It was a frame by frame account of how the boys (Josh and Jeff) tried to expose me. Fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on your point of view), my hands covered most of the evidence.

A series of blank pages followed that section. Then I thumbed to one extra short series of photos of me, apparently coming in from gardening. In the picture, I was wearing a pair of short-short cutoffs and a low-cut, tight cotton shirt, half-covered by one of my husband's old long-sleeved denim shirts (quite similar to the one Josh offered me earlier today). It must have been a very hot day. The thin, white shirt clung to my every curve and clearly showed my nipples. The denim outer shirt, gathered and tied at my waist, did little to cover my sweaty chest. The sexy photo must have meant a lot to Josh, because the next page was an 8x10 blowup of the same shot.

It dawned on me that I was invading his privacy, so I shut the album to put it away. Shoving it into the box, I spied the corner of a white piece of paper and pulled it from the album. Opening the two-page typewritten paper I began to read:

"She was sexy. She was funny. She was naïve. She was the love of my life and today was the day I longed for. Today I would finally make love to her. She came in from the garden, sweaty and looking sexier than I ever imagined. She greeted me cheerfully with a hug and a kiss. She had teased me with her sexy little games long enough. As she walked away, I turned her around and took her into my arms..."

A sudden chill went through me, as I quickly scanned each paragraph; each one more passionate than the last. But this was no erotic piece of smut (like my stories), this was pure, unadulterated sensual love making. Josh had no desire to fuck a wanton slut of a mother, my son actually wanted to make love to me! Perhaps it was just a case of a boy putting fantasy to paper, but what if its more than that? I had to find out.

A devious plan jumped into my brain, as I tucked the folded up paper back into the album. I heard the door open. Securing my buttonless blouse, I turned to face Josh at the door. "What are you still doing here, Mom?" He asked in a more cheerful tone.

"Oh, just cleaning up a bit. You know how mothers are," I said and walked past him to the door.

"Hey, about before, maybe we could just forget that ever happened?" Josh wondered.

"No problem Sweetheart. I'll just be a minute to freshen up and then I should go," I smiled and grabbed my purse.

We smiled at each other, with knowing looks. I shut the door behind me and made my way to the bathroom. Once inside, I was pleased to find my panties had dried and stripped out of my shorts to put them on. "Fun, sexy and naïve," I kept repeating in my head, as I found the old denim shirt. Taking off my blouse, I noticed Amy's hot pink tube top wadded up on the floor. "Hmm, that might just do the trick, if I can possibly squeeze into the damn thing," I thought and unhooked my bra.

I must have used the entire elasticity from the under-sized top to get it on over my over-sized boobs. To say it fit snuggly would be an understatement. It was more like wearing a second skin. Though I tugged and tugged to raise it up, every time I released, my big weighty melons only pulled it down again. I finally had to settle for showing a huge amount of cleavage. "Oh well, I'll just have some fun with it," I thought and winked at myself in the mirror. Putting the denim shirt on over the skimpy top, I gathered it up and tied it around my waist.

I giggled at how my reflection bore a strong resemblance to Josh's photo of me. Ratting up my hair to give a relaxed look, I reapplied more lipstick and gave my neck and cleavage a nice shot of perfume. I pulled up my shorts and stuck my bra in the purse. "Fun, sexy and naïve - that's me!" I said and opened the door.

I vaguely heard Amy's moans and bed creaking coming from Jeff's room, as I passed by his bedroom, but I quickly put any lurid thoughts out of my head. I gave my son's door a courtesy knock and opened his door. "Just wanted to say bye, for now," I said sweetly, poking my head inside.

Josh was on the other side of the room putting things away in a drawer, when he turned to say goodbye. His eyes flashed open wide, at seeing me at the door. "M-Mom, ah you don't have to leave right away, do you?" He stammered and dropped some folded sheets on the floor. "I mean, I sure could use your help," he said, obviously taken by my appearance.

I stepped inside, dropped my purse and walked up to him. "Why sure Honey, how can I help; just tell me what to do," I gleamed up at him. Staring down at my exposed cleavage, he was shell-shocked. I slowly bent down and grabbed the folded sheets. Standing back up, I purposely grazed my chest against his thighs. "Shall I make the bed?" I asked, batting my eyes at his stunned expression. "Al-righty then, the bed it is," I chirped and brushed my tits against him.

"Y-you look so different; like," he stammered, as I bent over to spread the sheets.

"I couldn't very well wear that blouse. I'm afraid it needs some mending. I know I must look like I just came in from gardening in this old thing," I laughed "Hope I don't look too hideous in it," I leaded.

"NO, no you look fantastic, as usual," Josh quickly answered. I tucked in the sheet and turned to face him.

"Oh you're SO SWEET," I said and gave him a long kiss on his cheek. His hands tenably reached for my arms, but I turned back to make the bed. "Ooh, satin sheets. Are you expecting company?" I snickered.

"Is that Amy's top you've got on?" Josh asked, as if in passing.

"Yeah, I hope she doesn't mind. I couldn't very well stroll around in my underwear, now could I? I'm afraid it doesn't fit my old body that well, though," I commented, fluffing up a pillow.

"I think it looks great on you, Mom!"

"That's because you can't see the whole thing. Here, I'll show you what I mean," I said, turned toward him and untied the denim shirt. "Maybe, if I didn't have so much baggage up front," I said, pulling the shirt off my bare shoulders.

"Well, I, for one, love your "baggage" and stop saying you're old," Josh cautioned, as his eyes locked on to my cleavage.

I slipped the shirt off and reached up to give my son a hug. "That certainly deserves a big hug. You sweet-talker," I smiled and let my hands go around his neck to pull myself close. Pressing my more-than-ample chest into his, I felt his warm hands on my hips and then my bare midriff. His firm young body next to mine and strong hands inching their way up my back told me this was no innocent hug. Unlocking my hands from his neck, I let them fall to my side. When he seemed less than willing to release his hold around me, I swiveled around to face away from him.

"I think her top looks twice - no, three times sexier on you!" Josh said, keeping his hands around my midsection. Easing his pelvis against my ass, I felt his thick hardon.

"What about Michelle? From what little I've seen, she's not hurting in that area?" I interjected, letting him caress my bare shoulders and upper arms.

"Oh, she's got an OK body, but she couldn't fill this top nearly as well as you do," he said, gently moving my shoulder-length hair to one side.

"There's no doubt about it Josh; you're definitely a boob man!" I laughed and reached for the other satin pillow case.

"Definitely, always have been," he repeated and kissed my bare shoulder.

"God, if you only knew what a chore it is, toting these heavy things around, day after day," I shook my head and tried to ignore his tender kisses, as he switched to my other shoulder.

"Must be just terrible," he whispered politely and edged his warm tongue and kisses under my hair and up my neck.

"It IS terrible. Just feel how heavy they are," I remarked, catching my breath. I took hold of his hands and held them tight to my boobs.

"Oh my God!" Josh exclaimed, "They're... I mean yes, quite heavy, actually," he stated clinically, but started fondling them.

"Oooh, you have such a gentle touch, Honey," I said, leaning my head back, to give him a better view.

"You like it gentle, don't you?" He purred and licked my ear. My knees buckled and I melted into him. While he tongue-teased and nibbled my ear, my hands joined his to pull down the tube top.

"Sometimes I like it hard too, Baby. A time and place for everything, don't you agree?" I suggested and made a quick 180 to face him again. My son cupped my face in his talented hands. Closing our eyes and opening our hearts, we kissed, not as mother and son, but as lovers. Opening my mouth to his, our tongues darted in and out, as I pulled up his t-shirt. Catching my breath, I yanked his shirt up and over his head, while his hands returned to caress my tits.

"So, is this the time?" Josh panted and leaned down to take one of my tits in his mouth.

"Umm, could be, Baby. Yeah Baby, suck it hard!" I cried, as he sucked my boobs harder and reached to unbutton my shorts. Kneeling at my feet, he unzipped my shorts and pulled them down.

Kissing my inner thighs and massaging my butt, he surely sensed my arousal. "And, is this the right place?" He asked, pulling aside my panties to please my wet lips with several long licks.

"Actually, I was thinking THAT might be a better place," I said, motioning him to the bed. Josh smiled and got to his feet. Picking my 125-pound mature body easily up into his arms, I wrapped my arms around his neck. The white lights from the courtyard bathed the silky satin sheets in an unworldly glow, as my son gently lay me down. "Are you quite sure about this, Honey?" I asked, giving him a slight reality check.

"I've never been so sure of anything before," he answered with a sincerity that shook me. Watching him unbuckle his jeans, I followed suit and wiggled out of my panties. My eyes blinked away a tiny tear, when he stepped out of his underwear. Smiling again, with a sense of pride and anticipation, I focused on the fully erect cock before me. I was filled with the sinful erotic need to have my son's thick meat inside me. He was clearly ready to satisfy the life-long fantasy of making love to his mother. Whether for lust or love, we both needed to let it happen. "Check the door, Sweetheart," I reminded him, and slid over to make room for him.

Pulling up Amy's too small tube top, I tried unsuccessfully to remove it. Josh sat on the bed and helped me to sit up. After a semi-serious tug of war, he removed the skimpy top, leaving me completely naked. We each let out a nervous chuckle, when his hand went to my shoulder. Pulling me close, our eyes traded one final stare before the passion between us re-ignited. Hot, wet tongues collided, as our heads shifted angles between sounds that only lovers can make. Moans intermingled with needing words and phrases, until he lay me down.

"I want to please you like no other has," he uttered and worked his tongue down my chest.

"You are, Baby. You are!" I replied and held his head to my breast. He roughly took my round melon into his mouth and slid his right hand over my belly and between my legs. "That's it, Baby, suck me hard - make my pussy so wet for you," I said and held my other big jug for him to savor. He gladly switched boobs, stretching and sucking it to the max. Spreading my legs wide, he inched two fingers into my hot pussy. I came almost immediately. Saturating his fingers with my cum, he found my clit and took me to another sudden orgasm.

"Mmm, I could suck these big beautiful tits all night long!" Josh said, switching back and forth between my fun bags.

"Promises, promises," I dared him, feeling myself on the brink of another climax from his fingering my clit.

"You're about ready to come, aren't you Mom?" He asked, shoving his fingers deep in me.

"GOD YES! I'm on fire!"

"Well, you're in luck. I just happen to have the right hose to put that fire out," he said with a wink.

"I just know you do. Maybe you should use it now!" I pleaded, as my body writhed beneath his touch.

"Soon enough Sweetheart. First, I have to have a good lick-see, err I mean look-see," he smiled and slithered down between my legs. Placing each of my legs on his strong shoulders, he sat up on his knees, raising me up as he sat. This put me at a 45-degree angle, with my head and shoulders still on the bed. Not a second was wasted, as he started tonguing my pussy. "You like watching your son eat you out?" He asked, lapping away at the juices from my first two or three explosions.

"Oh YEAH Baby - mmmmmm, eat me out Baby. That feels soo good!" I urged, peering up at him between my hooters.

"God, if I could only suck those big tits at the same time. Now that would be pure heaven," he wished, sticking his long tongue just inside my hole. Lying at such an angle, the blood wasn't the only thing rushing to my head. Gravity was having its way with my tits too. Turning my head to one side or the other, I could easily lick my hard nipples. "Oh yeah Mom, suck those big tits!" He commanded and pulled my tender lips apart.

Stretching my melons, I licked and sucked, as he quick-licked my clit to another climax. "Oh God Josh! That's it, right there, Baby! OH, suck it Baby. SUCK IT - OH - OH - OOOOH!" I screamed and gripped my fleshy mounds. I yelped and gritted my teeth through his long sweet tongue fucking, until I had to catch my breath. My body was still electric with twitches and spasm, when he eased my mature legs down to rest on his forearms. Still trying to catch my breath, Josh leaned up and over me, bringing my legs up with him. For the first time, I felt his meaty rigid cock on my slit. Bringing my arms around his neck, I pulled him to me for tender, teasing kisses.

"'Bout time to put that fire out, Sweetheart" he murmured into my open mouth. I said nothing, but took his long tongue in my mouth. Tasting his saliva laced with my cum made me suck his tongue harder. I felt his body raise and sensed his hand take hold of his meat. "Do you have any idea how long I've waited for this moment?" He said, pulling away back from our kiss. Our eyes danced together, while he ran the beefy head of his shaft back and forth just inside the folds of my glycerin lips.

"Oh God Josh, make love to me, Baby! Put it in me. I want you so ba...." I stopped, as his cock slid just inside my waiting pussy. "OH - OH, OH," We both cried, almost in unison, as the tender walls of my vagina expanded to receive him. His rock-hard cock was much thicker than anticipated. "OW," I yelped and threw my head back. He stopped abruptly.

"Mom, you OK? Did I hurt you?" He asked, with a lover's concern.

I returned my face to his with a smile. "Yeah, you hurt me; hurt me GOOD, Baby. Hurt me some more," I winked and ran my hands up his muscular thighs.

"God Mom, you're so perfectly tight," he said, filling more of my saturated hole.

"That's 'cause you're so big, Honey - nice and BIG," I offered sweetly and watched another few inches disappear inside. Finally feeling his pelvis against mine, I conservatively judged his exquisite manhood to be around nine inches and at least as thick as his wrist.

"Well, what do you think?" Josh grinned.

"Oh Baby, you're beautiful! I only hope I was worth the wait," I blinked, contracted my vaginal muscles and fondled my breast.

"You're so much more than I ever expected!" He replied and flexed his cock.

"Me? I'm the one who's amazed. If you screw as good as you feel, we could be in for an all-nighter!" I laughed then suddenly gave him a serious stare, as he started slowly thrusting back and forth.