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Mom Cleans House

By: blaster666



The plausibility of some of the events in this story are iffy, but before you crucify me, I want to say that I wrote it as pure fantasy. So saying that, please enjoy it for what it is. As always I look forward to your comments and feedback.

Working from home has its advantages. I don't have to commute back and worth from the office, and can clock in when I felt like it. Sounds ideal doesn't it? Well, without trying to sound like I'm gloating, it is. 

My name is Tom Cooper, actually Tom Jr, since I was named after my father Tom senior. I work as a program specialist for a major computer firm, which means that I take new programs and try to find any flaws or weakness in them before they go to market. The firm had set me up with a state of the art computer, and as long as I logged in each day for eight hours I was golden. Of course I had to show results in a timely manner, but it wasn't hard to meet their deadlines. Another plus about my job was the pay. It allowed me to afford the rent on the small two-bedroom bungalow one block from the beach I now lived in. For this twenty-two year old life was good. 

It was just about 2pm when the ringing of the phone interrupted my daydreaming, something I seemed to do a lot of when trying to sort out a program glitch. Looking at the caller ID, I saw that it was my parent's number.

"Hello."

"Hi, Tom." It was my Dad. "Got a minute to talk?"

"Sure Dad, what's up," I inquired.

"We had a little wind storm a couple days ago that blew down the big oak alongside the house." 

"Oh crap. Are you and mom okay?"

"Yeah, we're fine, but that damn tree took out part of our bedroom and kitchen. Its got your Mom all riled up though," he answered.

"What can I do," I asked.

"I was hoping, if it's not too much trouble, if she could come and stay with you for a spell," he hesitantly asked, before adding, "Shouldn't take more than two weeks to repair."

"Love to have her Dad, for as long as she wants to stay," I told him.

We talked a few more minutes; my Dad isn't much of a conversationalist. When I asked if he wanted to come too, he said he was going to oversee the repairs on the house, plus being harvest time there was no way he could get away. Before we hung up he let me know that Mom would drive over sometime tomorrow. I found myself looking forward to seeing her. Being only a three-hour drive from their walnut farm in California's central valley, and knowing how early they got up in the mornings, I figured my mother, Doris, would get here around noon tomorrow. 

My Mom is kind of a clean freak so I took the time to tidy up. The house has two bedrooms that are separated by the only bathroom, an airy kitchen-dining room combination and a cozy living room made up the rest of the place. I had converted one of the bedrooms into my office complete with a comfortable sofa and mini fridge. Sometimes I have trouble sleeping so I would come into the office and work late into the night. Instead of going to the master bedroom I often times just crashed on the sofa when I got tired enough. I made sure to put fresh linen on the big bed in the room she would be using and a pillow and blanket in the office. 

Trying to get back to work proved difficult. My mind kept slipping back in time to fondly remember that big oak tree. In my early teens it had become an obsession with me to climb to the top of it. I had vowed to conquer it at any cost, and after many failed attempts I finally did. From that time on I spent countless hours up in that tree admiring the great view it gave of our place. On one occasion I got a view of something I have never forgotten.

It was right after supper that I went out and hauled myself up to my favorite perch. The sun was just going down as I stared out into space, until my attention was drawn to the light coming on in my parent's bedroom. Carefully turning I could see directly into the room and I watched awestruck as my mother entered and began to undress. 

My mother is a petite woman, standing about five-one and weighing no more than a hundred and ten pounds. She has flowing brown hair; the same color as mine, that reaches slightly below her shoulders, and still does. Silently I watched as she removed her thin cotton housedress and then shrugged out of the white slip underneath. There she stood in the middle of the room in all her glory, exposed to my bulging eyes. The image of her small upturned breasts with light-brown areolas, capped with long pinkish nipples and a full bush of brown pubic hair covering her mound, would be forever etched into my brain. I knew that it was wrong to be watching, but at that moment no power on earth could have made me turn away. To this day I'm not sure if she saw me there, but when she walked over and slowly lowered the blinds on the window there was an odd look on her face.

Shortly after my little spying incident I entered what I like to refer to as my perverted stage. Unable to shake the image of my mother's nakedness from my mind I was determined to see more. I took every opportunity available to try and get a peek at her again. But unfortunately, whenever I climbed up the tree, her window blinds were always closed. So I developed a new strategy. I followed her around the place, always at a discreet distance, hoping to catch a glimpse of anything even remotely tantalizing. Mom always favored wearing light cotton housedresses while at home, even when cleaning. It was while she was cleaning one day that I discovered something else about my mother. Apparently Mom wasn't a big fan of underwear.

I had just walked into the kitchen and she was squatting in front of the stove cleaning the knobs. She was dipping a sponge into a pail of soapy water on the floor between her wide spread knees, her dress hiked up on her thighs. From were I was standing I had a clear view of the insides of her creamy white thighs all the way up to her exposed hairy pussy. Needless to say from that time on I volunteered to help her around the house. It was also at that time that I discovered to joys of self-gratification. 

I sat there at my work desk and let those faded memories flood my mind until they were as clear as they were back then. Without realizing I was doing it, my hand found its way into my sweatpants and began to absently stroke my inflating tool. With a mental picture of my nude mother in my head it wasn't long before my cock reached its full seven inches. Deftly pulling it out of my pants, I increased the speed of my strokes until without warning jets of hot cum blasted out over the floor in front of me. I was unable to stop stroking until there was nothing left to come out. Disgusted with myself, I tucked my cock back in and got some paper towels to clean up the mess. 

"What's wrong with you," I admonished myself out loud.

The rest of the day went smoothly. By the time I finished working I was way ahead of schedule, which meant that I could slack off some tomorrow. Friday being the next day was perfect, I could finish up this assignment and have a long weekend with Mom.

The next morning I got up, stumbled half asleep and turned the coffee maker on before heading to the bathroom and taking a long piss. After finishing I grabbed my bathrobe off the hook on the door and waited in the kitchen for the coffee to brew. Once I drank a few cups and was fully awake, I got dressed and started my day.

Barely two hours later I put the final touches to my assignment and logged off. Looking at the clock on my computer screen I saw that it was only ten-twenty, so I figured there was enough time to throw something together for breakfast. Just as I poured the scrambled egg mix into the skillet on the stove I heard a faint knocking on the front door. Forgetting about the eggs I rushed over and swung the door open. Standing on the stoop was the wisp of a woman I lovingly called Mom. Her wide smile and twinkling brown eyes lit up her face. A smattering of freckles across the bridge of her small nose made me think of the phrase, "cute as a button."

At six foot one, I'm long and lanky like my dad, I had to chuckle when she threw her arms around my mid section and squeezed me tight. It was like hugging a child almost. Her head rested just under my chin and I could feel the softness of her tummy pushing against my crotch as she breathed. 

"Hi baby," she whispered against my chest.

Before I could say anything both of us smelled the eggs starting to burn on the stove.

"Oh crap, forgot about those," I stated as we separated.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of that. You can take my stuff to my room," already heading to the kitchen as she spoke.

I was amused at how fast she had gotten into Mom mode as I lugged her large suitcase to the bedroom and placed it on the bed. Thinking there might be some things that needed to be hung up I opened the suitcase. My eyes were immediately attracted to a purple and clear colored object nestled between the articles of clothing. Reaching in and lifting it enough to see, I was shocked to discover that it was a power vibrator. It was one of those rabbit ones that had an extension designed to stimulate the clitoris, complete with little ears and a separate battery pack attached by a wire. Judging by the length of it I guessed the size to be around six or seven inches long.

"Whoa, that's one powerful looking tool you got there Mom," I silently thought to myself, before quickly replacing it and closing the lid on the suitcase.

The smell of frying bacon hit my nostrils as soon as I reached the kitchen, causing my stomach to rumble with anticipation. I hadn't realized how hungry I was until now. 

Hearing my approach she glanced over her shoulder and said, "I couldn't save the eggs, so I'm making you a proper breakfast. Sit down, it will be ready soon."

I sat at the small dining table; hands propped under my chin, and silently watched her. She was wearing a sleeveless pink floral print dress that ended just above her knees, with a row of buttons running down the full length of the front. Even though the dress fit her frame loosely I could still make out the round globes of her ass when she moved. It was just like being back at the farm during my pervert stage; a stage I apparently haven't fully outgrown.

Right as she was placing the food on two plates I told her that I thought about hanging her clothes up. Her hands stopped moving and I could see her tense up.

Without turning around she asked, "You didn't open my suitcase did you?"

"No," I lied. "I figured you would want to do that."

"Yes. Besides, I can't have my son looking at this old Mother's delicates, now can I."

"You're only forty-six Mom, far from being old," I complimented her.

Relaxed, she picked the plates up and carried them to the table. She had to lean over slightly to hand me mine, the loose neckline on her dress dipped down giving me a look at her freckle covered cleavage. It was just enough to tell she wasn't wearing a bra. I wasn't able to see her nipples but did find out she had on a white lace-topped slip under her dress. My cock began to tingle as we ate. 

It was while we put the washed plates away in the cupboard that mom complained how high the shelves were. For me that was no problem, although I had to admit that the top ones were up there a ways. Going to a broom closet built into the wall I pulled out a three-step kitchen stool, opened it up and placed it directly in front of the counter by the cupboard.

"This was here when I moved in. I guess the owners knew my mother was a short shit," I told her with a smug grin on my face.

She slapped me on the ass and told me I was rotten. After laughing hysterically I gave her the guided tour, making sure she knew the tub had a shower also. When I showed her the office she noticed the couch and said she would fit better on it, so I should take the bed. After repeatedly telling her it was fine she gave up. We got to her room and I watched as she took in the sparseness of it. There was a queen bed, small dresser, a nightstand with a lamp on it by the bed and a cluttered closet. I don't think she was too impressed.

"What would you like to do today, Mom?"

"Oh honey, if it's okay with you I would like to just stay in. Maybe watch the idiot box and relax. It's been a hectic few days, I'm worn out," she replied.

"Sounds good to me, just glad you're here," giving her a hug before leaving.

My living room furniture consisted of a large plush fabric couch, with a coffee table in front of it and a fifty-inch flat panel television. I'm a man with simple tastes. About twenty minutes went by before Mom came out and said she was going to take a hot bath. That was fine with me since it gave me time to get some comfortable clothes from my closet. I changed into an old t-shirt and baggy sweats then made myself comfortable on the couch. 

Mom had never been shy about running around the house in just a slip while I was growing up, and when she came out of the bathroom I saw that she still wasn't. Her wet hair was wrapped in a towel and she was wearing a black knee-length satin slip held up by two thin straps. The neckline was modest but did manage to show off a good portion of her upper chest with the sprinkling of freckles. I could see two small points pressing out through the smooth fabric as she walked toward me. There was a hairbrush in her hand and when she got close she held it out in front of me.

"Want to brush my hair like you use to," she asked.

When I was younger I would often brush her hair for her. Now before you think I'm some kind of sissy, let me tell you that I had good reasons for performing this little chore for her. First off, it made her happy and secondly, it made me happy too. She would sit on the floor in front of me while I sat on the couch and brushed away, all the time trying to get a peek down her slip. Most times I was left wanting, but there were a few times my perverted self was rewarded with a quick view of a nipple. More self-gratification always followed once I had finished. 

Taking the brush from her outstretched hand I sat on the edge of the couch and watched as she sank to the floor between my spread knees. Leaning back against the front of the couch, and my balls since I was so close to the edge, she tugged the towel off and sat it aside. After carefully getting the tangles out I began running the brush through her hair while peering over her shoulder. At first her arms were at her sides but must have been uncomfortable, because she placed both on top of my thighs and her hands on my knees. Unable to see anything I concentrated on her hair, getting it smooth then braiding it as an extra touch. When I finished she got up, turned around and bending over gave me a kiss on the forehead. The slip drooped in front and I had a clear shot down her cleavage. Both of her small tits hung down and jiggled slightly in front of my leering eyes, and it may only be my imagination, but her nipples appeared to be hard. The tingling in my cock returned when she bent down and picked the towel up, the slip molded to her small round ass.

We spent the rest of the day watching whatever we could find on cable. About six we had a pizza delivered and I broke out a bottle of wine I had squirreled away. A romance movie came on shortly after we ate and Mom scooted against me, held onto my bicep with one hand while sipping her wine with the other. As she watched the movie a dreamy look came over her face, all the while I could feel the soft warmth of her breast pressed into my arm.

"So, is my being here going to create problems with your love life," she suddenly asked.

"No Mom," I laughed. "My love life is far and few between at the moment."

"I know what you mean," she mumbled.

"What do you mean," I asked, turning to look her in the face.

"Oh. I didn't think you could hear me," she answered.

"You and Dad doing okay," I persisted.

"Yeah, we're okay. It's just..."

"Tell me Mom," I implored her.

"Oh honey, I don't feel right talking about this with my son."

Turning enough to face her, I took her hand in mine and said, "Because I am your son, you can tell me anything."

Her eyes started to mist a little and I could tell she was uncomfortable, but I could also tell she wanted to get it off her chest.

"You remember your Dad had that minor heart attack four years ago?"

Concern must have been evident in my eyes.

"Don't worry, he's fine," she said, patting my hand.

"Then what Mom," I asked.

"Well, since then he's had a little trouble...performing," she stammered.

"Performing what," I said like an idiot.

"In the bedroom," she blurted out.

"Oh. OOHHH," I managed to say.

"Exactly," she replied.

"Are you telling me that you and Dad haven't," I left it unfinished.

"The doctor says it has something to do with blood flow. Not enough getting where it needs to be, or something like that."

"Four years? You haven't had sex in four years?" I asked.

"Tommy Cooper! That is none of your business," she replied sternly, but with a small smile on her lips.

"God, I'm sorry Mom. I don't think I could go that long without," I said.

"Yeah well, things happen," she replied before snuggling back up to me.

We finished the current movie, the bottle of wine, and watched a couple sit-coms before mom said she was going to bed. I told her goodnight but stayed on the couch for a while longer before heading to the office to get some sleep. I lay there wondering why I was having sexual thoughts about my own mother. In the past I never really did, it had just been the thrill of seeing a woman's parts that had got my motor running. It could have been any woman. But now I wasn't so sure as I drifted off toward dreamland. Right before I fell asleep I thought I heard a humming noise.

Normally I sleep in the buff, but since Mom was here, I slept in my baggy sweats. Getting up I padded barefoot to the kitchen, letting my morning wood lead the way while rubbing the sleep from my eyes. My dick felt harder than normal this morning, probably due to the extremely erotic dreams that plagued me most of the night. Looking down and still trying to get my eyes to focus, I was surprised when I almost ran into the stool I had placed in front of the counter. My surprise turned into shock when I saw Mom at the top of the stool. She had one bare foot on the stool, the other one on the counter and she appeared to be trying to clean the highest shelf in the cupboard. In one hand she had a sponge and was using it to wipe down the shelf. In the other hand she loosely held onto the handle of a plastic gallon jug of cooking oil. 

Slowly my eyes traveled up the taut leg on the stool and came to rest at the hem of her black satin slip. Stretching to reach the shelf had caused the slip to ride way up on her thighs, and having the one foot on the counter made her legs part slightly. From where I stood I could see the bottom halves of her ass cheeks and the full bush of hair covering her sex. My cock grew harder as I stared at the barely visible pinkness of her slit peeking through the dense tangle of pubic hair. Unaware of my presence she moved both feet to the countertop so she could reach the back of the shelf.

"Mom!" I croaked, afraid she would fall.

What happened next only took a few seconds, but in my minds eye it seemed like it was all in slow motion.

Startled, Mom spun around, the gallon jug of cooking oil slipped from her fingers and landed on the edge of the counter. The plastic lid exploded off the jug from the force and hit me square in the chest, along with half the contents of the container. Oil quickly sloshed down and saturated my entire front as Mom lost her balance and fell directly at me. I heard the whoosh of air as her stomach crashed into my face. Her arms encircled my neck at the same time she planted the arches of her feet on both sides of my upper waist. She began to slide down my body as the oil coated her parted thighs, causing her to clamp her feet tighter on my waist. I placed my hands under the back of her thighs but had trouble getting a grip because of the oil on them. When her feet reached the waistband of my sweats I could feel them pushing the pants off my hips.


Mom Cleans House Again



A continuation of the fantasy. I hope this part of the story is as much fun to read, as it was to write. I do plan to add another chapter or so. Your comments and feedback are greatly appreciated. 

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The warm sand felt good on my bare feet, as I walked over to a small hill overlooking the beach and sat down. It was close to 4pm on a very nice Friday afternoon but must have been too early since there were only a few people out on the sand. Most were jocks, but there were a couple of fine looking young women, including one in a green string bikini with enormous, although I suspect fake, tits. She smiled warmly in my direction as she passed and I let my gaze linger on her round tight ass until she was too far away to see it clearly. But my mind wasn't on scoring a beauty from the beach crowd. Been there, done that. Several times since I moved here, as a matter of fact. 

No. Today my mind was occupied with the knowledge that my Mother was going to be here tomorrow. She had called this morning to let me know that she would drive up to visit and was looking forward to seeing me again. Since her call time just seemed to slow to a crawl. Tick-tock, tick-tock the clock in my head chimed mockingly. My head was filled with memories of her last visit nearly five weeks ago. It had been two weeks of the most intense sex I have ever had. After coming to grips with the idea of us becoming lovers, she had turned into a fiery dynamo full of passion and heat. It was like she had been dying of thirst, and riding me damn near into exhaustion was the only thing that would quench that thirst. Tick-tock, tick-tock. Yes, it was going to be a long night.

By 9pm I had cleaned the place spotless just to keep myself busy. I also made sure my replenished cooking-oil supply was safely tucked in the cabinet under the kitchen sink. Better safe than sorry I figured. I tried to watch some TV but my excitement was only growing with each passing minute. Mom was coming. Sleep proved to be a fleeting thing. Memories of how she had sat on my stiff rod while I sucked on those hard nipples of hers bounced around my head until I was left with only one thing to do. Getting out of bed I went to the bathroom and pulled on my cock until I was left drained. This seemed to help a little and sleep finally came.

The next morning I was just finishing my first cup of coffee when the front door opened and Mom rushed in. Quickly standing I rushed to her. She threw her arms around my neck and I cupped both her small round ass-cheeks and lifted her three inches off the floor. She was giggling as I spun us around in circles before I noticed the figure standing in the doorway. Freezing in my tracks, Mom's feet dangling and my hands filled with her ass-cheeks, I stared at the smiling face of Grandma Elsie, my Mom's mother. 

"That's some welcome there boy," was the first thing out of her mouth, followed by, "Don't I get a hug?"

Placing Mom down, I walked to Grandma and put my arms around her waist then squeezed her to me. She hugged me back and whispered in my ear, "What, no ass grab for your dear ole granny?"

I knew she was only joking but I reached down and grabbed both her buns in my hands and squeezed. She squealed like a little girl and called me a naughty boy, before breaking the hug. I was completely surprised by the firmness of her butt. 

"What a nice surprise," I said, turning to look at Mom with a wondering look on my face.

"Why don't you get our bags Tom, then we'll explain," Mom stated.

They each had only an overnight bag apiece so I put them in the bedroom, I returned to find both women in the kitchen fixing themselves cups of coffee. Hearing me Mom turned and asked if I wanted one too, a sad "I'm sorry" look on her face. I told her sure then stood there and watched them work.

Mom was wearing her favorite pink summer dress and having already felt her ass I knew she wasn't wearing panties. I could see her hair had been lightened and there were blonde highlights added in. I thought it made her look younger somehow. There was a healthy glow about her that I found appealing. Grandma Elsie had on a maroon floral print skirt that went to her ankles, and a light tan blouse that barely hid the color of the black bra she was wearing.

Standing there looking at the two women I couldn't help but compare them. Grandma was about four inches taller than Mom's five-one, and she probably weighed around one-thirty or so. I can positively say that her ass is a little meatier than Mom's, but not fat by any stretch of the imagination. Another thing about Grandma Elsie is her hips are wider and she has fairly large breast. About a 36D cup would be my guess. Her wavy shoulder length hair was dyed a bluish-silver, which I thought gave her an air of upper-class society. When she turned to face me I was pleasantly surprised to see her face was smooth and tanned a golden bronze.

"You're looking fabulous Grandma," I told her.

She beamed at my compliment and said, "Not bad for a sixty-six year old, huh?"

"Not bad at all Grandma," I replied. 

"Takes a lot of work when you're my age, but you don't have to worry yet boy," she said.

She hardly ever called me by my name. It was always "boy", and I suspect always would be. I just put it down as being one of her quirks. We only saw each other on the holidays that she showed up for, usually Christmas or Thanksgiving, but never both in the same year. When Grandpa Jack suddenly died ten years ago she sold off their sizable farm next to Dad's, moved to Arizona and never looked back. As her golden tan can attest, life in the desert was good to her. She had invested smartly and was now comfortably well off. The whole family was happy for her and told her to enjoy life, something that I'm pretty sure she did. She did stay in touch with everyone, even calling me a few times to see how I was doing.

Since I only have two dining room chairs, we took our cups into the front room and settled on the couch. Mom told me that Grandma had been at the farm when she told Dad she was coming to see me. Wanting to see the ocean and lay on the beach was too much to pass up so she had decided to come too. 

"So, what have you been up to Grandma," I inquired.

"Working on my tan and spending time at the gym," came her reply.

"How much time are you spending in the gym," Mom asked her.

"Enough time to stay in shape, and window shop all the hot young studs there," Elsie laughed.

"You're terrible Mom," my Mother said to her.

"You only live once Doris. Best to grab life by the balls while you can," she snickered.

We all cracked up with that. I asked how long they could stay and was told only for the weekend. When I asked if it was a problem for them to share the bedroom Mom said she wanted to sleep on the couch, and Grandma could take the bed. Both argued a little about who would sleep where until Mom finally got her way. With that settled we made plans to stroll over to the beach later and have an impromptu picnic on the sand. We would get some fried chicken from the vendors near the beach, and a couple bottles of wine from the store down the street. I stayed on the couch while they went and put away their stuff. I was wondering if Mom had brought her power toy.

After they finished and came back into the front room we chatted some more, catching up on what was new with everyone and everything it seemed to me. Time wasn't going tick-tock, tick-tock anymore. If anything it was speeding up, something I definitely didn't want to happen. Mom wanted to stretch her legs so she volunteered to walk to the store for the wine since it was in the opposite direction as the beach. Grandma said she was going to change into her swimsuit and headed to the bedroom.

"Do you want me to come with you Mom," I asked.

"No sweetie, you stay and keep your Grandmother company. I won't be long," she said.

When Mom left I got up and seeing the bathroom door shut, I figured that Grandma was in there, so I went to the bedroom to get some beachwear. The door was ajar and I pushed it opened and stepped inside. Grandma Elsie was not in the bathroom. She was standing right in front of me by the bed, completely naked and holding the bottoms of her swimsuit. The first thing that ran through my head was, "Holy shit. This woman can't be sixty-six years old." Her bronze tan didn't cover her breast or hip area and the skin was white as snow. Her sizable tits had only a little sag to them, the dark brown areolas and pointy nipples in stark contrast to the white of her large globes. Lowering my eyes I saw her tummy had a small bulge but looked solid, and over her mound was a neatly trimmed bush of grey and brown pubic hair. She stared at my slag- jawed face but made no effort to cover herself. A sly smile played on what I saw were very full lips. With my face burning red hot I apologized profusely, while backing out and closing the door behind me. I ran to the couch and flopped down on it waiting for Grandma to come and ream my ass.

When she came out all she did was smile and then asked, "Well boy, what do you think of your old granny?"

"Very impressive Grandma," I managed to stammer, still waiting for her to come unglued.

She just walked into the kitchen and got some more coffee instead. My sigh of relief hung there in the air. The semi-transparent white cover-up she had on did nothing to hide her modest beige swimsuit from me prying eyes. The bottoms covered the swell of her ass quite nicely and her large breasts were completely encased in the cups of her top. It was while I watched her ass cheeks bounce with each step she took that the word juicy popped into my head. A smile crossed my lips. I now knew for sure that I hadn't outgrown my adolescent perv stage after all. Hell, I might have even started to drool if Mom hadn't chosen that moment to get back from the store.

After figuring out what we would need at our picnic I put it all in a large canvas tote that had been lying around unused in my closet. We had paper cups, napkins, wine, suntan oil and towels in case anyone decided to swim. I knew it was going to be a bitch to get all the sand out of it, but I grabbed the comforter that Mom and I had started our incestuous relationship on. I found it oddly titillating that Grandma would be lounging on the spot were I had stuffed my cock into her daughter.

"Are you going to change into a swimsuit," I asked Mom.

"No. I think I'll just wear what I have on. Besides, I don't even own a one," she answered.

"They sell those butt floss thong ones by the beach. We can stop and get you one of those, I'll pay even," I teased her.

"Not on your life buster," she replied aghast. Her reaction caused both Grandma and I to bust out laughing.

"Oh you are a naughty boy aren't you," Grandma said when her laughter died down.

"Just trying to help," I said, trying to put a serious look on my face. I failed miserably and burst out laughing again when I saw the horrified look on Mom's face.

After I changed into cut-offs and a polo shirt we headed out. I did buy all three of us a wide-brimmed straw hat when we reached the beach. Mine was more of a cowboy style one, theirs was larger and floppy, like something you would wear to work in the garden. I took them to the same little hill I had been on yesterday and spread out the comforter. We had gotten a small container of chicken from one of the vendors, and since alcohol wasn't allowed on the beach, we sat in a circle to block anyone's view as the cups were filled. After we each had some chicken and a couple more cups of wine, Grandma said she was going to stroll through the waves. Mom and I watched her drop the cover-up and head to the water, her tanned and toned figure catching several guys' eyes.

"I'm sorry that Mom came along Tommy," she said when we were finally alone.

"That's okay. I understand," I told her.

"I couldn't just tell her no, without some reason why she couldn't come," Mom persisted.

Stretching out on the comforter I reached over and took her hand in mine, looking up into her eyes I said, "Don't worry, as long as I get to see you I don't mind."

"Yes, but I wanted us to be alone. I even got my doctor to give me birth control pills."

"You mean..." I asked hesitantly.

"That's right sweetie. No more condoms," she replied with a big smile.

Off in the distance we watched Grandma wading waist deep in the ocean, the floppy brim of her hat flapping in the cool breeze. Mom picked up the suntan oil and asked if I wanted her to put some on me. I told her no, but I would gladly spread some on her if she wanted. 

"I would love to feel you doing that baby, but I don't think we should be too obvious with my Mother nearby," she said in a sad tone.

"Bummer," I said gazing longingly at her sitting there with her legs straight out and the sundress tucked in.

She started applying oil to her arms then moved to her legs. Working her way up, she raised her knees and began to oil her lower thighs, causing her dress to slide up on them. She quickly tucked the hem of her dress under her before I could get a peek of anything. I watched intently as her hands caressed the oil into her smooth creamy thighs. When she started rubbing it on the inner parts of her thighs, I felt that familiar tingle deep in my groin and my cock began to inflate. Abruptly standing I removed my shirt and headed to the calming ocean water to deflate.

It took some time for my dick to shrink in the cool water. I swam around and out as far as I dared before finally feeling secure enough to return to our spot. When I got there Mom was lying on her stomach with her arms under her head, Grandma was on her back and she had the straw hat covering her face. The bottoms of Grandma's suit was soaking wet, and I could see the wet material had wedged itself into the cleft of her pussy giving her a perfect cameltoe. Back to the water I went.

The sun was just going down by the time we headed home. We had killed off the wine so I continued to the store while Mom and Grandma went inside my place. Mom was in the shower by the time I got back and Grandma was sitting on the couch waiting her turn. I went to the kitchen and got three tumblers then sat on the couch with Grandma. Turning on the boob tube I handed the remote to her and said to put it on anything she found interesting. A few minutes later Mom emerged from the bathroom and Grandma went in to take her shower. Mom put her clothes in the bedroom and joined me on the couch. I was happy to see she had on the satiny black slip she'd worn on her last visit.

Grandma didn't take long and soon came into the room wearing an almost identical slip as Mom's. I now knew where Mom's penchant for slips came from. The swaying of her large breast as she moved let me know that she was braless, and the way the slip tucked itself into her butt crack made me think she wasn't wearing panties either. Yep, the return of that tingling feeling was my cue to take my own shower. I grabbed the only pair of pajama bottoms I owned from the dresser in the bedroom and went to the bathroom. How I reframed from stroking out a good one is something I'll never know. 

Both of them were sitting on the couch at opposite ends slowly sipping wine and idly watching TV when I returned. I was struck by how much they seemed to be alike. Their feet were tucked under them and the black slips showed off an abundance of leg, Mom's a little pale compared to Grandma's. Seeing me in my thin cotton pajama bottoms and white t-shirt they each patted the spot between them and told me to sit. I picked the glass of wine from the coffee table someone had poured for me and nestled myself between them on the soft couch. 

"I had a lovely time today boy," Grandma said without looking away from the TV.

"So did I," Mom chimed in.

"Glad to hear that. What do you ladies want to do tomorrow?"

"Whatever you two want to do is fine with me," Grandma said, looking at us while placing her hand high on my thigh and patting me. When she turned back to the TV I was very aware she hadn't removed her hand.

Mom put her arm around my shoulders and snuggled up against me before saying, "Well I don't care what we do, I'm just glad to spend some time with my son."

My wine fogged mind was having difficulty trying to understand what was going on here. Was there some sort of signal that I missed? Maybe it was just the effects of the wine I told myself. Whatever it was I didn't want it to stop, the perv in me was having way too much fun.

It took almost awhile to finish the bottle of wine and by then the effects were showing on each of us. I knew that Mom and I weren't going to get any alone time tonight. When they were at the sink rinsing the empty glasses I scooted in-between them and gave both a sideways hug. My arms encircled them underneath theirs, and being daring, I allowed my fingertips to graze the sides of their breast briefly.

"Well ladies, I think I'll go to bed," I said, squeezing them to me before turning away.

"That sounds like a good idea. Think I will do the same," Mom said.

"Me too," Grandma added yawning.

"Goodnight Mom, goodnight Grandma."

"Goodnight son. Goodnight boy," I heard them say as I entered the office.

I left the door partially opened, stripped off my shirt and laid down on the couch. I could hear them putting things away and conversing in hushed tones as I lay there trying to will myself to sleep. Several times I heard the patter of bare feet coming and going from the bedroom. Must be Mom getting covers and a pillow for the front couch I thought as I nodded off.

I don't know how long I'd been asleep before waking suddenly. Getting up I quietly went into the front room on my way to get something to drink; my tongue felt like dry cotton. Some light from the streetlights filtered into the room but not enough to really see anything. As I passed close to the couch I was barely able to see the sleeping form on it. The head area was in darkness, but as I strained to see I was able to tell that Mom's knees were up and were parted almost obscenely. 

Straining to hear any noise coming from the bedroom I crept over until I was right next to the couch. It was too dark to make out any details as I slowly lowered myself to the floor on my knees. Thinking that Mom and I could have a little fun finally, I began to run my hand over the smooth flesh of her outside leg. Bending over I started kissing her ankle softly, working my way slowly up to the calf. A soft moan nearly scared the shit out of me before I realized it came from the couch. Encouraged I continued planting kisses till I was kissing the outside of her thigh.

"Mmmmm..." came another moan.

Not hearing any other sounds in the house I carefully positioned her outside leg over my shoulder with the back of her knee resting on it. Lovingly I let my lips work over the creamy softness on the inside of her thigh until I was almost at my prize. I held her leg on my shoulder with one hand while the other stroked the supple softness of her other leg. I wanted desperately to see her but there was only darkness. Pubic hair tickled my nose just as I stuck my tongue out and licked the outer fringes of my Mother's cunt. A louder moan escaped her as soon as my tongue found the lips of her labia and pressed in-between the meaty sweetness of them. Her pungent odor was nectar to my nostrils as I licked up through her slit and reached an already engorged clitoris. It felt big enough to be sucked on like a nipple, so I clamped down on it with my lips and assaulted the hard nub vigorously.

"Yes. Yes. Yes," her soft moans echoed in my ears.

I had just started to wash her clit with my saliva-coated tongue when her thighs clamped together over my ears and her ass pushed up pressing her steaming pussy onto my mouth. Breathing through my nose I forced my tongue in her slit and straight up into her tightly contracting hole.




Mom Cleans House Again



"OH YEEESSSSSS," she screamed into the blanket to muffle her cries.

"Oh Mom you taste so good," I softly whispered, as her juice flooded out onto my tongue.

Her thighs relaxed their hold on my head just in time for me to hear the bedroom door open. I froze with my tongue still probing her hot wet hole, until the sound of the bathroom door closing gave me the chance to silently run back to the office. I jumped on the couch and tried to get my racing heart to slow down. I heard the toilet flush followed by the opening of the bathroom door, and then I heard someone at my door breathing softly.

"Tommy. Are you awake," Mom whispered from just inside my room.

"Yeah Mom, I'm awake," I replied softly.

Mom quietly shut the office door and told me to watch my eyes before she turned on the light. She walked toward me and I could see her face was slightly flushed, her hardened nipples poking out made points against the fabric of her slip.

"I couldn't sleep so I thought I'd see if you were up," she said.

"I couldn't sleep either," I told her.

"Since we're both up..." her smile finished the sentence.

Standing I embraced her running my eager hands all over her soft warm body. She returned the gesture with the same amount of enthusiasm. I guess she wanted me to finish what I had started in the front room. Before we really got hot and heavy she pushed me back some and held her hand up to signal for me to stay.

"Remember I told you I would have a surprise for you when I came back," she asked.

"Getting the birth control pills wasn't my surprise?"

"Noooo," she said and then reached down, grabbed the hem of her slip and lifted it up to her waist. 

I was speechless. Staring back at me was the most perfectly shaved pussy you would ever hope to see. Her inner labia was snuggly trapped between the smooth puffy outer lips and I could just see the clitoris peeking from its protective hood. There wasn't a single hair to be seen. I was pretty sure my mouth was hanging open at the sight of my Mother's bald pussy.

"Wow Mom," was all I could manage.

"You like?"

"Yeah, I like it very much. Did you just do that?" I immediately knew that was a stupid question. She wouldn't have had time since my mouth had been on it.

"No sweetie, I did this before I left home," she answered.

The realization of whose pussy I had just tongue fucked hit me like a ton of bricks. My knees got weak and I backed up against the couch and sat down on the edge. The frightened look on my face scared Mom and she rushed over and sat next to me.

"What's wrong Tommy," she asked with a puzzled expression.

"You didn't sleep on the couch," I asked, wanting to verify what I already knew.

"Uh... No, your Grandma said the bed was too hard for her so we switched places, why?"

"Oh my God!" I said burying my face in my hands.

"What? Tell my Tommy," she pleaded.

"Please don't hate me Mom," I whispered into my hands.

Mom put an arm around my shoulder and said, "I could never hate you son. Now tell me what's wrong."

"I thought you were on the couch and I..." I began, but stopped when I looked up at her concerned face.

"Tell me," she insisted while rubbing my back soothingly.

"Okay," I said. 

Then I told her how I thought it was her on the couch, and when I saw her spread legs I wanted to wake her up in a pleasing way. Mom is no dummy so I could tell by her eyes that she understood exactly what I was saying.

"A pleasing way huh? What sort of pleasing way," she encouraged me to tell her.

"I..uh..sorta..kinda..." I was having trouble saying.

"Yes?"

"I ate Grandma out," I blurted. There, I said it. "I tongued my Grandmother."

Mom's eyebrows shot up and I couldn't figure out what she was thinking. Her hand had stopped rubbing my back. She placed both of them in her lap and sat there quietly digesting the news. It was a few minutes before she said anything.

"Well. That should give Mom some nice dreams tonight," she said, and then burst out in quiet laughter.

I didn't know what to think but it didn't matter. Mom put her arm back around me, placed her head on my shoulder and reached down and cupped my balls through my pajamas.

"Speaking of nice dreams," she whispered.

My cock sprang to attention with that remark. Mom had me stand in front of her then pulled my pajamas down around my ankles. One soft hand clasped my shaft and began to stroke while the other rubbed my ass.

She looked up into my face with twinkling eyes and softly said, "Let me do some pleasing."

I stood there looking down and watched as she moved her lips closer and closer to my now raging seven inches. I saw her tongue snake out and lick the tip right before her mouth opened and swallowed the bulbous head of my dick. She had given me head a couple of times on her last visit, but it was obvious that she was not very experienced at doing it. I wasn't complaining, instead I shut my eyes and concentrated on the pleasure Mom's mouth was giving me. Neither of us noticed the office door silently swing open.

"Well, this is interesting," we heard Grandma say.

Mom froze with half my cock still in her mouth. My eyes flew open and turning my head I saw Grandma Elsie leaning against the doorframe. She had her arms folded under her breast pushing the white globes up and almost out the top of her black slip. I could see the lust in her eyes and a wicked looking smile plastered on her face as she lowered her arms and stepped toward us.

"Damn Doris, if you're going to do that, then at least do it right," she said.

Before Mom could spit my cock out, or I could react, Grandma was beside us. Mortified I watched as she tugged my dick out of Mom's mouth, then bent over and swallowed my entire length down her throat. With her nose in my pubic hair she began to hum. The feeling was unbelievable. When she pulled back then repeated the deep throating of my cock I was sure I would lose it. Before I could blow my load though, she pulled her mouth away and knelt on the floor next to Mom on the couch.

"That, sweet daughter of mine, is how you eat man meat," Grandma said as her hand gently stroked my shaft.

"You knew about Tommy and me," Mom asked in a frightened voice.

"I knew from the moment I saw you at the farm you were getting it from somewhere. Lord knows it wasn't from your husband, but I sure didn't think it was from your own son," Grandma answered.

"You must think I'm disgusting," Mom told her.

Grandma let go of my rod and put her arms around Mom and began to stroke her hair gently.

"No baby girl, I don't think you're disgusting. I think you are a woman who has needs and found a way to fulfill them is all," Grandma told her before adding, "Now why don't we move this party into the bedroom."

I almost tripped over my pajamas bunched around my ankles when Grandma grabbed hold of my penis and began to pull me behind her. 

"Come along boy. You've got unfinished business to take care of," Grandma chuckled as she led me to the bedroom using my dick as a leash.

When we reached the bedroom Grandma had me sit on the edge of the bed and made Mom stand in front of me. She left the room and returned with one of the dining room chairs and placed it near the foot of the bed. Mom and I just stared at each other in disbelief, neither of us knowing what was next. We watched as Grandma went over to one of their overnight bags, reached in and pulled out Mom's power toy and a tube of lube. She gave Mom a look that said, "Yeah, I knew this was in there."

After placing the toy on the foot of the bed, Grandma stepped behind Mom and slid the straps of her slip off her freckled shoulders. I sat there in utter fascination as Mom's slip slowly glided down her torso and her small upturned tits came into view. The slip fell the rest of the way off and landed in a heap at her feet. Grandma put her arms around Mom's waist and slowly started running her hands over the flat smooth tummy, then changed direction and traveled up and cupped Mom's breast. When Grandma's fingers began to tweak the pointy nipples, I saw Mom close her eyes and lean her head back on her Mother's shoulder. 

"Ummmmmmm," a sigh of contentment escaped Mom's lips.

Watching the whole thing unfold I noticed Mom's nipples expand and grow harder by the second as Grandma worked them relentlessly. Mom moved one of her hands to her stomach then let it trail down until her fingers slid into the puffiness of her folds. First one finger disappeared up in her, then two while her thumb rubbed hard against her clit in an up and down motion. Whenever Mom pulled her fingers partway out I could see they were wet and glistened from her womanly juices. My cock stood pointing out in her direction and throbbed with anticipation. Mom's fingers moved faster and my rod throbbed harder, almost painfully.

The whole time Grandma just stared at me as she drove Mom toward the brink. Then without saying anything she began to nudge Mom closer to where I sat on the edge of the bed. Grandma told me to slide back some but not to lie down. She reached down and pulled Mom's hand away from her mound, then gently indicated for her to straddle my thighs. Once Mom had her knees on the bed and was sitting on my upper thighs Grandma moved to the side of us. She then held my cock, pointing it straight out, and placing a hand on Mom's ass she pushed. Mom wiggled forward more and more, until my cock began to enter the outer lips of her slit. I watched in awe as more and more of my cock slid into my Mother's bald wet cunt, as her naked hard clit scraped against the top of my shaft. Mom shifted in my lap enough to put her legs out and around my waist. Then using her feet for leverage against my ass she pulled herself forward on my lap until all of me was engulfed in the heat of her tunnel.

Our arms wrapped around each other and we stay in this position, the only movement coming from her contracting pussy and my throbbing pole. Looking over Mom's shoulder, I watched Grandma step back and push the straps of her slip from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. The sight of her rich brown areolas and pointy nipples against the pure whiteness of her breast was mesmerizing and my cock grew even harder. I sat there holding Mom's body tightly to mine, her small soft tits pressing firmly into my chest as Grandma sat on the chair. 

"You two won't mind if I just watch will you," Grandma asked, not expecting an answer nor getting one.

Mom began to rock back and forth on my lap and small moans of pleasure soon bounced off the bedroom walls. When Grandma took the vibrator, lubed it up, and in one swift movement plunged it all the way inside her hairy cunt I started thrusting harder into Mom's smoldering pussy.

"Slow down boy. You need to please you Mother first," I heard my Grandmother say.

Twisting carefully so I didn't hurt her leg, I rolled Mom onto her back and pulled my rock hard penis from her. I could hear a sucking sound as my cock cleared her hole. Standing at the edge of the bed I pulled her to me by her upthrust thighs until her ass was almost off the bed. Sinking to my knees I hungrily began to lick the juices from her slit. My tongue sank deeper into her cleft, then into her hot tight hole as far as I could push it. With her feet on my shoulders and legs spread wide I bobbed my head up and down, driving my protruding tongue ever deeper into her slickness. The constant humming of the vibrator in the background spurred me to new heights of lust.

"That's it boy, make your Momma feel good," Grandma said as she stroked the toy into herself.

"OHHHHHHH SHIT!" Mom shouted when I moved my tongue onto her clit.

Grandma pulled the toy from her cunt, threw it on the bed and knelt behind me pressing her large warm tits against my back. One of her hands went around my waist and grabbed the base of my cock and squeezed.

"That's it boy. Eat that pussy," she kept whispering in my ear over and over.

"OH GOD YES. DON'T STOP! PLEASE DON'T STOP!" Mom shouted as she smashed her soaking cunt against my mouth.

Holding tightly to her thighs I plunged my face into her heat and drove my tongue into her hole. I could feel her orgasm building as I explored her depths with increasing force. Soon her ass lifted off the bed, her body stiffened briefly then began to shake and spasm.

"AAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!" she cried, as her juices coated my tongue. 

Her body went limp but I wasn't anywhere near finished. Keeping her ankles on my shoulders I stood up then leaned forward, sinking my cock into her cunt till my balls slapped her ass. Grandma was still kneeling behind me and when I leaned into Mom I felt her hand cupping my balls and her wet tongue licking them. Mom's eyes stared at me adoringly as I pumped my raging tool deep into her extremely wet pussy. Faster and faster I slammed into her while Grandma somehow managed to continue to lick my balls. I felt the explosion coming from deep down inside me. Torrents of hot sticky spunk gushed into Mom's pulsating pussy, so much that it immediately overfilled her velvet canal and began to run down the crack of her ass.

"AAAAHHHHHH FUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKK!!!" I screamed as I emptied into her.

Unable to stand anymore I staggered back passed Grandma and managed to plop down on the dining chair. Mom's ass was still on the edge of the bed and her legs were up in the air splayed wide. I watched, still trembling from the force of my orgasm, as Grandma buried her face between her daughter's legs and began to lick up our juices. I found the scene in front of me highly erotic as I watched Grandma clean Mom's pussy with her tongue. Catching me completely by surprise my dick began to swell again. That has never happened so quickly before in my life. Stroking myself and watching Grandma eat Mom soon had me fully hard again. Getting up I went and stood behind Grandma.

"Mom, scoot back on the bed," I said.

When she had moved far enough, I told Grandma to climb onto the bed with her ass over the edge a little. She understood what I had in mind and placed her wide spread knees at the edge of the bed, then leaned forward and started licking Mom's pussy once more. With Grandma on her elbows and knees I stepped up and placed one hand on her snow-white butt. With my other hand I grabbed my shaft and guided the head of my cock to Grandma 's trimmed furry slit and started running it up and down the length of it. Her inner lips were very meaty and the size of her erect clit was gigantic compared to a normal one. How I hadn't noticed when I had been licking her earlier was a mystery to me. Playfully I slapped the head of my dick against that big clit for several seconds, watching intrigued as it swelled even bigger. It was almost like a mini penis.

Grandma stopped licking long enough to look back at me and say, "Stop teasing me boy and shove that beef-stick in your granny's pussy."

That was all the encouragement I needed. Dragging the head through her hair-lined slit until I was at her hole, I slowly pushed all of my cock into my Grandmother. Since I had just cum I knew that it would be longer before I shot again. Grabbing her soft fleshy hips I started stroking into her at a comfortable pace, pulling almost out before sliding all the way back in. I could feel my hanging balls slap against her large clit with each forward stroke.

"Uh. Uh. Uh," I heard Grandma say each time my balls made contact with her clit.

Looking over Grandma's back I was able to see that Mom had her eyes locked on me and was smiling. I smiled back and watched her small tits bounce each time I slammed into Grandma's cunt. Grandma had her tongue in Mom and the force of my thrust caused her tongue to penetrate a little deeper each time. Mom's eyes suddenly rolled back in her head and she thrashed wildly against Grandma's face.

"OHHHH MY GOD!!!" Mom wailed as she went over the top again.

Her screams of ecstasy drove me into a frenzy of lust filled madness. I started to savagely pound my hard cock into Grandma's meaty cunt, slapping my balls against her clit with ever increasing force. Grandma got off her elbows and onto her hands and matched my ferocious pounding with equal force. Her ass cheeks rippled each time she slammed them against me.

"THAT'S RIGHT BOY! FUCK ME HARDER!" she shouted.

I punched my rock hard cock into her increasingly slicker cunt until I felt her muscles clamp around my shaft in violent spasms. It was all I could take, my balls drenched the inside of Grandma's slippery hole and I jerked uncontrollably with each spurt. I was too out of breath to utter a word.

"UUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH SHIT YES!!!" she screamed, and then we both collapsed on top of Mom, my cock still in Grandma's pussy.

It didn't take long for my rapidly deflating cock to slip out of Grandma's saturated cunt. I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling wondering how in the hell this all got started. First I fucked my Mother, and now my Grandmother. Who's next? My Aunts? Looking over at the women I saw that Grandma had slid up and now they were holding each other in a tender embrace. Both had a huge smile on their face, and I knew that come morning they would most likely fuck me to death. My smile was just as big as theirs.



Mom Cleans House For The Last Time



I have other projects I would like to get to, so this will be the last installment of this series. As I stated before, this has been nothing more than pure fantasy that I hope you enjoyed reading. Maybe in the future I might re-visit this story, but in the meantime keep the feedback and comments coming. Thank you. 

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The next few days went by smoothly. Grandma spent most of her time at the beach or shopping, when she wasn't over at Mandy's place anyway. I was able to concentrate on work during the day and in the evenings I hung around the house watching TV. I figured that Grandma was getting her sexual needs taken care of by Mandy since she hadn't made any advances with me. I'm sad to have to admit it, but I was actually grateful she left me alone. I wasn't completely rested from the other day. 

Wednesday morning she borrowed my car saying Mandy was going to show her some of her favorite stores in town. I told her to have a good time then got to work. Since the thought of visiting Mom and Dad had popped into my head I was having trouble focusing on my assignments. Around noon I called and talked to my boss. Lying my ass off I told him there was a family emergency and wanted to take the rest of the week off. He said that wouldn't be a problem as long as I took my laptop, in case they had to send me something that needed fixed right away. I had already discussed going with Grandma and she said it would be fine with her, since most of her clothes were there anyway. With that settled I began looking forward to at least a long weekend at the parent's place.

With my back against the arm of the couch, my knees raised and my feet on the cushions, I was just about to bite into the pizza I had delivered when Grandma walked in the front door. Immediately I noticed that her hair had been done, it had more bounce to the wavy locks and the silver-blue color looked fresher. Sitting the two large shopping bags she held in her hands down, she walked over in front of me and asked what I thought of her new outfit. She was wearing a pale blue knee length dress that looked like it was made from pure silk, with a modest neckline that dipped just low enough to show off the string of pearls around her neck. Her legs were covered in sheer black nylons with a seam running down the back, spiked four-inch black heels adorned her feet. She did a slow twirl letting me get the whole effect. My appreciative cock began to expand, so it was a good thing all I had on was my robe. Don't want any restrictions to get in the way.

"What do you think," she asked, obviously pleased with how the dress subtly showed off her figure.

"You look absolutely gorgeous Elsie," I complimented her.

"Wait till you see what else I got. Mandy took me to the most darling little shops," she gushed before grabbing the bags and rushing to the bedroom.

Taking a swig of the beer I had been nursing I glanced at the cable box and saw that it was six-thirty. I chugged the rest of the beer and got another, then sat down in the same position as before waiting for her to return, the pizza completely forgotten about. 

The next outfit she modeled took my breath away. She had on a sheer black nightgown with a plunging neckline that showed off the top swell of her ample breast. The front had ties that held it together; her unencumbered white breast and dark nipples were clearly visible through the filmy material. Underneath she had on red bikini panties with black lace borders at the waist, leg openings and running in a line through the center of the crotch. I could see her large clit peeking through the slit in front. The seamed nylons were held up by a black and red garter belt strapped around her hips while the spiked heels made her leg muscles stand out proudly. I killed off my beer in several large gulps before saying anything.

"You...look...so... hot Grandma," I stammered.

"Why thank you boy. I thought you might like this little number," she purred.

"Oh, I like it very much," I said, absently reaching between my legs and fondling my dick.

"I guess you do," she chuckled, and then added, "You need another beer sweetie?"

I just nodded my head and watched her strut her stuff toward the fridge, her ass bouncing and swaying hypnotically. I popped the top of the beer she handed me, took a long pull on it while she sat on the opposite end of the couch, in the same position I was in. Her nylon clad knees parted as her free hand slowly crept down over her breast until it reached the junction between her thighs. With her index finger gently manipulating her hardening clitoris she sipped her beer and calmly stared into my face. I stared back as my hand rubbed lightly on my rapidly stiffening member. 

"I'll let you watch if I can," she whispered.

"I would love that," I said, keeping my eyes on her face.

Untying my robe I folded the halves to each side so Grandma could look at all of me. My ball sack rested on the cushion and spread out under my now hard cock, my hand circled the shaft and casually stroked back and forth. Taking her fingers off her clit she undid the ties on her nightgown and pushed each front section over to the sides. Her dark brown areolas, sitting against the starkness of her milky white tits, stared at me as she dropped her hand back onto her mound. Once again her finger teased the engorged clit. We stayed in this position for some time calmly sipping our beers, playing with ourselves for the enjoyment of the other to witness.

When her hand moved further down on her crotch I was unable hold her gaze. Looking between her legs, I watched as her middle finger slid between the gap in the panties and sank into her cunt. Trapping her pussy lips with two fingers she pulled and stretched them out through the opening. Gently she brushed each meaty petal to the side with her fingertips until they lay over on the hair covering her puffy outer lips. This gave me a perfect view into the opening of her moist tunnel. The pink muscles at her entrance were clenching and unclenching repeatedly, as if seeking something to suck on as her finger returned to rubbing her stiffened bud. 

Sitting the beer on the floor and pushing my robe off, I knelt between Grandma's knees close enough to touch her. Reaching out with one hand I slid a finger gently into her contracting pussy, while my other hand worked furiously along the shaft of my cock. She took her thumb and forefinger and began to masturbate the nearly inch long clit like a dick. I stuck another finger into her well-lubricated snatch and started finger fucking her tunnel in rapid jabs, as the tempo of my own strokes increased. Pre-cum leaked from my penis while her juices thickly coated my plunging fingers. I looked up when I heard her beer slipped from her hand and hit the floor. Her eyes were tightly shut and a very long moan poured from her open mouth. I felt her pussy clamp down on my fingers and a flood of wet hot cream flowed past them. My first rope of sticky white spunk landed on her left nipple before I forced my rod down and pointed the head directly at her huge clit. I shot the rest of my load over her clit and finger until they were a gooey mess.

Spent, I sat back on my feet and watched Grandma take her free hand and scoop the jizz off her tit with her fingers. She opened her eyes and stared at me as she brought her fingers to her mouth and sucked the cream off them. Her other fingers continued to spread the rest of it around her clit while some trickled down into her slit and leaked into the crack of her ass. 

"Mmm...tasty," she said as she licked her fingers clean.

Looking at the mess I'd made I told her not to move and got a warm washcloth from the bathroom. Using the damp cloth I cleaned off the spunk from her fingers and then wiped as much as I could from her sodden crotch. She began to undulate her hips forward slightly when the washcloth circled her still erect clit. Without thinking I dropped the cloth on the floor and smothered her cunt with my mouth, sucking both her labia and huge clit in at the same time. Feverishly I lapped and sucked, digging my tongue deep into her cleft before taking her clit and massaging it with my lips. I could taste the salty mixture of our juices on my tongue as her furry box bucked against my mouth faster and faster.

"That's it boy. Lick that pussy," Grandma whimpered.

Eagerly I punished her cunt with my lips and tongue as I reached up and pinched each of her nipples repeatedly. Taking my other hand I placed two fingers on her long clit and stroked up and down on it, at the same time plunging my tongue deep into her hot hole. 

"OHHH...SHIIIITTTT!" she screamed when her orgasm exploded.

My face rode her bucking and trembling center until she gradually brought herself under control. Scooting upwards I lay my head on her heaving chest between her soft breasts, the tip of my semi-hard penis gently touching the flaps of her juicy pussy. When the palm of my hand rolled her hard nipple she clasped it in hers and held it still.

"No...more...too sensitive," she whispered.

Content with just holding her in my arms listening to her heart thump in her chest, I savored her warmth radiating into me. The drumming of her heart slowed and she kissed the top of my head, before softly running her fingers through my hair.

"Goddamn boy. You sure know how to make this old lady feel good," she eventually said.

"I love making you feel good, Elsie," I whispered back.

We must have fallen asleep like that, because when I looked at the cable box it was showing almost 10pm. Careful not to wake her, I put the pizza in the fridge and the spilt beer in the sink. She was snoring softly when I returned. Not wanting to leave her out here I managed to carry her to the bedroom without waking her up. It was quite a struggle, but I removed her nightgown and damp crotchless panties, then somehow got her under the covers. As soon as she was covered she turned away from me and lay in a fetal position. Already naked I crawled in and spooned up against her; my cock nestled under her ass and against the heat of her fur-lined pussy. Blood filled my rod and I knew that I wouldn't be able to sleep in this position. I thought about turning over to my other side but changed my mind. Instead I scooted down till the angle was right, worked the head of my dick up into her slick tunnel before scooting back up. With half of my rigid cock being held comfortably in the tight confines of my Grandmother's wet cunt, I put my arm over her and quickly fell asleep.

I woke up early but Grandma was already out of bed. Not finding my robe I padded naked to the front room, after a much-needed stop at the toilet to relieve my aching bladder. My robe was still on the couch so I put it on and fixed a cup of coffee. Grandma was at the table talking on her cell phone dressed in her short white slip. Taking my coffee I joined her there and ease-dropped on her conversation.

"So you understand what you have to do," she asked whomever she was talking to.

"Okay. The boy's up now, so we should be leaving shortly," she told the other person.

"Remember to charge the batteries in that fancy camera I got you," she said into the phone, before saying goodbye and hanging up.

"That was Doris, in case you're curious," she told me.

I was, but didn't want her thinking I was being nosey. What her and Mom had been talking about did have my curiosity up though. And what about this fancy camera Grandma was talking about? The only camera I remember Mom ever owning was an old instamatic that I'm sure has seen better days. 

"What's this about a camera," I asked.

"I bought her one of those ones that records on a DVD for her birthday last year. But I don't think she has even taken it out of the box yet," she answered.

"Cool," was all I could come up.

Grandma made us a nice breakfast and then I helped clean the dishes, making sure to rub up against her soft ass whenever I stood behind her at the sink. 

"We don't have time for any Tom-Foolery boy. We need to get ready and hit the road," she said, swatting my hands from her ripe tits.

With our bags packed, and some of Grandma's new purchases in my extra suitcase, we hit the road. My car, a 1969 Buick Wildcat complete with a big bench seat in front and lousy gas mileage, was an absolute joy to drive. It cruised down the road with ease, and being so big, most other drivers steered clear of it. Dressed in loose jeans and faded pocket t-shirt, Grandma wearing the white blouse and maroon long skirt she had arrived in, we settled in for a comfortable trip. Just over three hours later, and one of Grandma's hummers that nearly got us killed at 70 miles an hour, we turned into the quarter-mile dirt road to my parent's house.

As we got closer to the house my heart sank. A large wonderful part of my childhood was no longer there shading the left side of my old home. Probably nothing left of the old oak but firewood I mused as we parked near the large maintenance shed on the right. Mom's car and Dad's beat up truck were parked there, so I knew they were home. Being a gentleman I went and opened Grandma's door for her. Reaching in to help her out I saw she had hiked the long skirt up to her waist. When she spread her legs to get out I was pleasantly surprised to see she was wearing the crotchless panties from last night.

"I like a cool breeze down there when I travel," she remarked smiling. 

"You're such a tease old lady," I shot back with a big grin on my face.

"Get my bags boy," she said, then slapped my ass before saying, "I'll show you who's old later."

It took two trips to place our bags on the wide front porch before swinging the front door open. 

"Mom? Dad?" I called out, but no one answered.

My parent's house had two huge bedrooms upstairs, a large living room, with the kitchen and laundry room off toward the back. Two armchairs sat across from the big leather couch with a hefty coffee table in front of it. I remember it taking two people to move that table because it had been built so sturdy. A large flat panel TV sat where every seat in the room could view what was playing on it. There were also two full bathrooms, one downstairs in the master bedroom and the other one separating the bedrooms upstairs. Each upstairs bedroom had a door leading into the bathroom, so if you wanted any privacy you had to lock both doors. I took our bags and placed them in the bedrooms before hunting for my parents.

Grandma went to the kitchen to make us some coffee while I searched the house and back yard for Mom and Dad. Not finding them I headed to the maintenance shed. The big overhead door was closed so I let myself in through the side entrance. Once my eyes adjusted to the dimness I could make out all the equipment Dad used to keep things running on the farm. A quick search revealed no one there so I stepped outside and was headed back to the house when I spotted them. Coming out of the walnut orchard holding hands, their faces a little flushed, they didn't see me right away. When Mom did spot me she let out a squeal and ran the thirty yards to where I stood. It was a delight to watch her small boobs bouncing under her flapping housedress as she approached. Giving me a tight motherly hug and a peck on the cheek we waited for Dad to catch up. He shook my hand, clapped me on the back, and told me he was happy to see me.

"How did you and my Mother get along," Mom asked.

"Splendidly," I answered with a sly smile in her direction.

"She did come with you, didn't she?"

"Yeah. She was making some coffee when I left to find you two," I told her.

"Coffee sounds good," they said in unison.

We found Grandma sitting at the big dining table in the kitchen waiting patiently sipping on a cup of coffee. We joined her after fixing our own cup. Dad kissed her on the cheek before sitting down. They have always gotten along, so it was no surprise to see this kind of affection from my father.

"I put our stuff in the bedrooms upstairs," I informed no one in particular. Dad shot Mom a funny look, so I asked, "Something wrong?"

"Well honey, it's just that your Aunt Marcy is coming later today and there's only two bedrooms up there," Mom said apologetically.

"No problem. I can sleep down here on the couch," I assured her.

"Nonsense," Grandma chimed in. "If the boy doesn't mind bunking with an old woman, he can stay with me in my room."

"Wouldn't that be a little weird for you, Elsie," Dad asked.

"Of coarse not. He's my grandson for Pete sakes. Besides, those beds are big enough for three people to sleep comfortably so I don't see a problem," she answered with an air of finality to the matter. 

"Well son? It's up to you," Dad looked at me.

"I don't mind, as long as Grandma promises not to hog all the blankets," I laughed.

"Then it's settled. You two can share, and Marcy can have the other one," Dad finally said.

"Is Bill coming with Aunt Marcy this time," I asked.

"No. He's off on one of those hunting trips with his buddies again," Dad answered sarcastically. 

Aunt Marcy and Bill Rodgers have been married only eleven years but it seemed like forever. Dad was not fond of Bill at all. Since they had gotten hitched Bill took every spare moment he had running off with his pals, doing God knows what, always telling Marcy that it was a guy thing and she couldn't come. Why she hadn't dumped the bastard yet I couldn't figure out. After two failed marriages, maybe she just didn't want to be alone. 

While Mom and Grandma set up the bedrooms, I helped Dad sort out and move a few things around in the shed. With harvest time behind him he had more time to relax and enjoy himself. The down time seemed to agree with him, he actually looked better than the last time I saw him. Finished in the shed Dad suggested we have a cold one on the porch, for which I readily agreed. Dad liked his beer and had an old fridge in the shed that was stocked at all times. We took our beers and settled into two of the four wicker chairs on the porch overlooking the main road and driveway.

"Your health doing okay Dad," I asked after a spell of sipping my beer.

"I'm good. Better than good actually," he replied.

"How so?"

"Doctor has me on some new medications. I'm back to my old self, if you know what I mean," he said with a wink in my direction.

'That's awesome news," I told him.

"You're Mother thinks so. Want another brew?"

"Sure," I said, fighting back a ping of jealously.

I sat there and watched him stroll over to the shed for refills. I was struck by how much alike him and I were. He was just as tall as me but had a slimmer frame, and his short brown hair was a tad thinner than mine. Working hard all his life had kept him in reasonably good condition for a man of forty-nine years old. He returned with two more beers just as a bright red pick-up turned into the drive. 

"Your Aunt's here," he told me.

The truck rolled to a stop next to my Wildcat with the cab in a direct line from us. The driver's side door swung open and a long bare leg stretched out toward the ground. This position allowed Dad and I a quick look up the loose leg opening of a pair of white short shorts. A glimpse of pink cotton panties flashed us before the other long leg reached the ground and Aunt Marcy stepped from the truck. Smiling at us, she lifted her arms above her head and stretched the kinks from her nearly six-foot tall slender frame. I found it hard to believe that she was two years older than my Dad. Her sparkling baby-blue eyes radiated a certain vitality, and her flaming red hair didn't have a single gray strand to be seen. She took after Dad's Mom in the red hair aspect. Probably dyed it I thought. I could just make out the low-cut white bra encasing her apple-sized breasts through the white tank top she had on. I was at a loss why she would wear all white with her pale complexion, but I wasn't going to complain as she stepped onto the porch.




Mom Cleans House For The Last Time



"Hey little brother," she said to Dad, giving him a hug and an affectionate kiss on the cheek.

"And look who we have here!" she exclaimed turning to face me. "Come give your Aunt a hug."

Standing, I moved into her outstretched arms and received a warm bear hug. Her perfume smelled like honeysuckle, one of my all-time favorite scents. Dad grabbed her suitcase from the truck and we went inside. Mom and Grandma were huddled on the couch looking like the cat that ate the canary. When all the hugs and kisses and hellos were finished, Dad said he would take Marcy's bag upstairs.

"I'll go with you Tom. I need to freshen up a bit," Marcy said, then followed Dad up to the bedrooms.

Both Mom and Grandma had smirks on their faces as they watched Marcy's tight ass climb the stairs. I sat on the couch next to Mom and asked what was going on with the two of them. Snickering, they told me not to worry about it. Knowing they weren't going to tell me what they were up to, I opted to broach the subject of Dad and Marcy. 

"So you've known about Dad and Aunt Marcy all along Mom," I asked her in a hushed tone.

"Yes. I've known since right after your Father and I were married," she quietly answered.

"But..." I tried to get my thoughts together.

"Listen Tommy. I love your Dad and I know he loves me. So if something makes him happy, I can look the other way," she said, as if that was all the explanation I needed.

"But Mom! He's been cheating on you all this time. And with his own sister no less," I persisted.

"Yeah. And now I've done the same. With my own son no less," she countered.

When I said I was confused, she told me that in the twenty-five years they have been married Dad has always been a loving and supporting husband to her. A claim not too many women could make nowadays she stated. Just look at Marcy she reminded me. A smile appeared on Mom's face when I changed the subject to what Dad had said about being back to his old self. With the new medications Dad was able to perform just as good as before she informed me. It wasn't something I wanted to hear, but her happiness was all that mattered to me. Besides, she could always come visit I told myself. As though she could read my mind, she reached over and gently rubbed my crotch.

"Don't worry baby, I can take care of my men," she said.

"If she can't, I know someone who can," Grandma said with a chuckle.

"Oh Mom, you're incorrigible," Mom laughed.

"Got that right sweetie," Grandma shot back.

Dad's footsteps let us know he was coming down; having been up there longer than I thought would have been necessary. Grandma excused herself, saying she forgot something in Marcy's room and headed up the stairs. Mom said she would finish dinner and went into the kitchen. With the women busy Dad and I decided to have a couple more beers out front. A couple turned into a few and I was getting a nice buzz going.

"Dad?" 

"Son?"

"I was just wondering why Aunt Marcy's marriages didn't last," I said, and then added, "She is a sweet and beautiful woman after all."

"Yeah, she is that," he stated in a far off voice.

"Her first two husbands wanted kids, but Marcy got sick when she was very young and can't have children. The dick she's married to now hates kids," he explained bitterly.

"Oh. Okay," I said.

Late afternoon swiftly turned into evening when Mom called us into dinner. Going inside, we found all three women at the dinning table waiting for us. After washing up, we had a nice meal of pot roast with all the trimmings. Talk around the table was genial, everyone wanting to catch up with everyone else. When we were done we all pitched in and cleaned up. The women said they were going to change into something comfortable and left Dad and I in the front room watching TV, him on the couch and me in one of the armchairs. Mom returned first, dressed in her white lace-topped slip and sat next to Dad on the couch. The creaking of the stairs made us look as Grandma and Marcy came down them. Grandma had on a dark blue slip that covered her modestly, while Marcy wore a mid-thigh length black one. Nothing tantalizing was visible on any of them, but it didn't stop me from imagining. Dad just smiled, as if this was an everyday occurrence around here. 

"When in Rome, do as the Romans do," Marcy offered as an explanation for dressing like Mom and Grandma.

Since they had gotten comfortable I decided to do the same. Rushing upstairs I pulled my pajama bottoms out of my suitcase. With just them and my t-shirt on I went back downstairs. When I returned all four of them were on the couch. Marcy was on the end closest to the TV with Dad sandwiched between her and Mom. Taking my seat in the armchair I became aware that I had a good view up all three slips. Mom noticed too, and without hesitation she opened her legs and flashed me a look at her pussy, before quickly closing them again. When Grandma smiled broadly and did the same, I knew they had planned this. My cock twitched and began to slowly swell.

As usual Dad was completely engrossed in his favorite comedy, oblivious to what was going on right next to him. Marcy was a different story however. Each time Mom or Grandma flashed me; Marcy would look over at them with a puzzled look on her face. It didn't take long for her to figure out what was going on. I saw the flash of understanding cross her face as she glanced from them toward me. When her eyes landed on the tent in my pajama bottoms she blushed deeply, then glued her eyes to the TV without another glance in my direction. I continued to receive pussy flashes for another forty-five minutes, until Grandma said she was tired and headed up the stairs after saying good night to everyone. I did the same; only I gave Dad a pat on the shoulder and Mom a kiss on the cheek. Dad didn't even turn in my direction, but Marcy took one long last look at my tent before I left.

When you open the door to the bedroom I was sharing, the first thing you see is the big bed. Grandma was on it with the blankets pulled up to her chin, her slip a crumpled heap on the floor. There was a soft yellow glow from the lamp on the nightstand casting enough light to see clearly, without being too bright. Closing the door behind me I walked to the side of the bed but was uncertain if I should get undressed or leave my pajamas on. Grandma answered that question by pushing the blankets down her naked body to her hips and turning her back to me.

"Spoon me boy," she said, patting the bed near her back.

Naked I crawled in and scooted up against her back, putting my arm over her after pulling the blankets up. She lifted her top thigh enough for mister stiffy to snuggle into the warm cleft of her hairy pussy, before relaxing her leg and trapping him in her warmth. 

"Like the way you did last night," she whispered, and then pushed the blankets to one side of us. I guess she hadn't been asleep last night after all. 

Sliding down I held the shaft of my cock and began rubbing the head into what was already a very wet slit. Apparently all that teasing downstairs hadn't just got me aroused. Pushing upwards my dick slid past the hairy outer lips and into Grandma's snug tunnel. I continued to push until the whole seven inches of hard cock was buried, then slowly began to move in and out in short strokes. Wanting to use both hands on her I held her waist and rolled onto my back. She rolled with me until she was lying on top of me with her legs spread to the outside of mine, my cock still embedded in her cunt. It was not a position for deep penetration, so I settled into a short rocking of my hips, moving my rod in and out mere inches. Pinching her nipples with one hand I used the other to roll her big clit between my thumb and forefinger, alternating the tightness of my grip until it became fully erect.

Somehow we had not heard the door open but a soft moan drew our attention in that direction. Mom was leaning against the door jam. She had one hand rubbing her chest; the other one was under the hem of her slip as she watched our coupling with lust filled eyes. Stepping into the room she silently shut and locked the door, her eyes never wavering from where my dick pushed into her Mother. Moving Grandma's legs wider apart Mom climbed on the foot of the bed over my legs and leaned forward. I let out a little gasp when I felt her tongue run up the underside of my cock. She went lower and licked my balls briefly before her hot tongue traveled up my shaft before she latched onto Grandma's clit with her lips. Grandma's hips started bucking wildly, her cunt spasmed around my cock forcefully as Mom continued her relentless attack on her engorged clit. I could feel my seed bubbling toward the tip of my dick when Grandma's orgasm erupted. She thrashed about so violently my cock popped from her juicy hole and I had to cover her mouth with my hand so no one would hear her screams. Mom immediately covered the head of my cock with her mouth and rapidly stroking my shaft with her hand. She gagged a little as I shot a mass amount of spunk down her throat, but she did manage to swallow all of it.

I lay panting with Grandma's trembling body still on top of me, the head of my shrinking cock nudged between her slick meaty cunt lips as Mom climb off the bed. She walked to the side of the bed, bent down and gave us both a kiss on the forehead. 

"You kids try and get some sleep. Tomorrow might be an interesting day," she said, then unlocked the door and disappeared.

As usual, I awoke to an empty bed. Half asleep I stumbled to the bathroom and opened the door, the major piss hard-on I was sporting screaming for me to relieve myself. Sitting on the toilet, the sound of her urine trickling into the bowl was Aunt Marcy, her wide eyes staring at my bobbing penis. All she had on was a pair of white cotton panties that were pulled down around her knees. The light brown areolas and pointy nipples sitting proudly on her remarkably firm breasts were crinkled and hard from the morning chill. Futilely I tried to cover myself, as I backed out of the room apologizing profusely. Her jaw hanging open as she sat there in stunned silence was the last sight I had of her before I shut the door. Forgetting about underwear I threw on some jeans and a t-shirt, bolted downstairs and straight out the front door. I still had to piss like a racehorse. When I was a couple yards deep in the orchard I yanked what could no longer be called a piss hard-on out and watered at least three trees for the week.

Not wanting to return to the house but desperately needing my morning coffee, not to mention a pair of shoes, I reluctantly went back. Everyone was at the dinner table except Marcy, who I imagined was still sitting on the toilet too shocked to move yet. Fixing myself a cup I joined the group and half-heartedly tried to listen to their banter. My mind was definitely somewhere else. Twenty or so minutes later Marcy came down and joined our little gathering. She was wearing blue silk-like jogging shorts and an oversized blue tank top with large armholes that showed a good portion of the sides of her braless pale boobs.

"I'm so sorry Aunt Marcy. I should've knocked," I apologized again.

"It' okay. It was my fault really for not locking the door," she said as she sat next to me.

When everyone gave us a quizzical look I explained what had happened without going into any details. Both Mom and Grandma found it funny and Dad just gave me a shit-eating grin. Even Aunt Marcy said it was kinda funny so I figured she wasn't mad at me. After I finished a couple cups I went up and took a shower, changed back into what I had taken off and joined the group at the dinner table again. I was awake enough now to notice that Mom and Grandma had on drab looking brown housedresses that buttoned all the way down the front. Dad was wearing his usual work attire, jeans and snap-buttoned shirt with boots on his feet.

No one wanted breakfast so we just traded gossip for another hour, then Marcy said she wanted to walk around the place. Dad, all too eagerly I might add, volunteered to go with her. As soon as they were out the door Grandma went upstairs and came back down with a bulky cloth purse. Without asking if I wanted to go the two women shared a glance and went out the door too. With nothing to do I went and parked my ass on the porch, sipped more coffee and watched what little traffic zoomed by on the main road.

I had been sitting here for about thirty minutes when out of the corner of my eye I saw Dad and Marcy emerge from around the side of the maintenance shed. When they reached the house both gave me a cursory hello before going inside. A few minutes later Mom and Grandma came around the shed in the same place as the other two had, but instead of going inside they sat on the porch with me. Grandma reached into her bulky purse and pulled out a nice looking DVD camcorder, handed it to me and asked if I knew how to hook it to the TV. She told me that there were some cables and a remote control unit that had come with it, so I said sure I could hook it up. When she heard that Grandma went inside saying she would get the cables. Looking over at Mom I noticed she had a gleam in her eyes.

"What are you two up to," I asked.

"Nothing sweetie, just thought we could watch a home movie is all," she answered.

"Home movies huh?"

"Sure. I also thought it would be nice to have a barbecue today," she continued.

"That actually sounds great Mom. Does Dad have any propane for the grill?"

"Come with me," she instructed, taking my hand and leading me around the side of the house toward the backyard.

I use the term backyard loosely. Mainly the yard consisted of more bare dirt just like the rest of the farm. When we got there I was surprised to see a new rock walled barbecue pit and large wooden picnic table, complete with sturdy benches on both sides of it.

"Your Dad built the table and benches with wood from the old oak tree," she said.

I told her he had done a fantastic job. The table had been sanded down to a very smooth finish and looked as if it had several layers of varnish covering it. Walking over to it I sat down; it felt like being with an old friend once more. Mom came up behind me and hugged me to her breast.

"I thought you would like it," she whispered in my ear.

We sat out back for a while then went inside and told Aunt Marcy and Dad about the barbecue. Both loved the idea and I could tell Dad was especially happy about it since it gave him an excuse to suck down brews all afternoon. I helped him set up the pit and got it fired while the women prepared more food to go along with the chicken we would have. We also filled a couple coolers with ice and beer so we wouldn't have to make trips back and forth to the shed. 

With Dad working his magic at the pit I popped the top on some beers, handed him one then sat at the table. The women soon joined me, each grabbing a beer before sitting down with me between Mom and Grandma. Aunt Marcy sat sideways on the bench across from us with her elbow resting on the table, giving us a good view of the side of her pale tit. When she leaned just right we would get a flash of her perky nipple too. We stayed outside long after we ate, drinking and chatting as if we hadn't seen each other for a long time. Dad and Marcy out drank the rest of us by quite a bit, their speech becoming more animated with the passing of time. I became a little worried when Mom and Grandma's free hands began to rub my thighs up and down, sometimes all the way to my crotch. I was pretty sure with Dad sitting next to Aunt Marcy he couldn't see anything, but that didn't lessen my anxiety any. About four o'clock Mom asked if we wanted to watch a movie. 

"What kind of movie," Dad asked.

"A home movie. I'm sure you'll like it," Mom answered.

Dad and Marcy said that sounded like fun. With fresh beers all around, we piled back inside the house. While I set up the camera so it would play on the TV, Mom and Grandma closed all the curtains casting the front room into a slightly darker light. Grandma had Dad sit in the middle of the couch with Mom and Marcy at his sides; her and I sat in the armchairs across from them. After making sure everyone was ready Mom tuned the TV on then hit play on the camcorder's remote. A menu appeared on the screen and Mom scrolled down to where it said play disc and pressed the button.

It was a few seconds before the image on the screen showed Dad and Aunt Marcy entering the bedroom upstairs. I could tell it was recorded at the time that Marcy had arrived because she was dressed in her white tank top and short shorts. Not knowing what was on the disc I stared wide-eyed as they reached the center of the room. Marcy turned around and Dad scooped her into his arms planting small kisses up and down her neck before locking his lips on hers. His hands cupped her firm ass and he ground his pelvis into hers, as their passionate kiss grew more intense.

"OH MY GOD!" Marcy shouted.

"What the FUCK is this," Dad hollered, starting to stand before Mom placed a hand on him and told him to stay seated.

"I think I'm gonna be sick," Marcy whimpered.

"You two just be still and enjoy the movie," Grandma told them.

For some reason that seemed to take the wind out of their sails and they leaned back on the couch with horrified expressions on their faces as the scene played on. It showed Marcy reach down and stuffed her hand into Dad's pants as we watched his fingers dig deeper into the cheeks of her butt. This went on for several minutes before they broke their embrace and started talking. Unfortunately there was no audio so we were left in the dark as to what they were saying.

"Shit. I forgot to turn on the mic," Grandma uttered to herself. 

Mom hit the pause button, then turned to look at the two mortified people next to her and bluntly asked, "So Marcy, how long have you and your brother been fucking each other?"

I was sure Aunt Marcy was going to faint. Her already pale complexion became a few shades paler as she sat there just stammering incoherent words. Dad didn't move. He kept his gaze pointed at the floor and in a low voice spewed out apology after apology. Reaching over and pulling Dad to her, Mom told him she had known about it for a long time. Both Marcy and Dad looked at her dumfounded.

"I don't know how you two got started, but I do know how some things can happen when you least expect it," she said looking directly into my eyes.

"I'm sorry Doris. It started when we were young, just messing around and somehow it escalated into what we found to be a highly enjoyable pass time," Dad tried to explain.

"We tried to stop but it just felt so right, even though it was incest. We've only done it a few times in the last couple of years," Marcy pleaded.

"Calm down, I'm not mad at you two. If anything your love for each other has made my marriage stronger," Mom told them.

"How is that possible," Marcy whined.

"Tom could have cheated on me with anyone, but he didn't. With you Marcy, it's like I'm sharing my husband with a sister. One I also love," Mom replied.

With tears streaming down her face Marcy said, "I don't know what to say."

"Don't say anything. Let's just watch the rest of the movie," Mom told her.

"There's more," Dad groaned.

"The best is yet to come," Grandma piped in as Mom hit the play button again.

The picture resumed with Marcy and Dad still talking for a short time before they both left the room. A minute later it showed Grandma enter and reach for the camera before the screen went blank. So that was what Grandma had left in the room I thought. Her and Mom must have set this whole thing up. I had to give them credit for being so devious. The screen came back to life showing Dad and Marcy as they headed deep into the orchard. Now I understood the drab brown housedresses Mom and Grandma still had on, they would have blended into the orchard quite nicely in those colors. My admiration for their sneakiness grew. 




Mom Cleans House For The Last Time



In the orchard Dad and Marcy stopped walking and turned to face each other. He stroked her hair while her hands went down and undid his pants. Slowly she sank to her knees and pulled his jeans down as she went. His hard manhood swung free and she wasted no time capturing the head of it in her mouth while she fondled his hefty ball sack with one of her hands. I was starting to feel like a pervert spying on my father while his sister slurped up his dong, at least until Marcy inhale the whole thing into her mouth. As hard as it was to take my eyes off the TV, I wanted even harder to see Marcy's reaction to what we were watching.

"Is it getting hot in here," Mom asked, hitting the pause button once more. 

Stunned, we watched as both her and Grandma stood up and started unbuttoning their dresses slowly. When the last button was freed, they casually pushed the dresses from their shoulders letting them flutter to the floor. All three of us gasped in unison. Mom and Grandma stood in front of us in sheer white negligees that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Mom sat back down next to Dad, picked up his hand and placed it on her bare thigh, while Grandma slid in next to a startled Aunt Marcy. I just watched the whole thing in slack-jawed wonder, my cock making his presence known. The screen flickered again.

What I saw on the couch made me forget about the TV. Grandma had put one arm around Marcy's shoulder and she had put her other hand through the arm opening of the oversized tank top. I could see her fingers pinching and pulling on Marcy's nipple through the fabric. Unmoving, her hands in her lap, she watched herself suck Dad's cock down her throat. Glancing over I saw that Mom had gotten Dad's dick out and was gently tugging it up and down, while his middle finger massaged her clit between her spread legs. They too had their eyes fixated on the TV. The sound of breathing getting heavier was all I could hear in the room. 

Grandma nodded her head at me like she wanted me to come over there. When I got there she told me to kneel in front of Marcy. As I did she pushed the tank top over Marcy's tit, bent over enough to suck the nipple into her mouth and used her free hand to gently spread Marcy's legs. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Mom slide off the couch and kneel in front of Dad. Her mouth closed around his cock while she struggled and finally pulled his pants down to his ankles. 

"Oh God Doris, that feels good," he said, leaning his head against the back of the couch and closing his eyes.

Marcy shifted her focus from the TV to watch Mom suck on Dad's tool. With a strange look on her face she placed a hand on Mom's head and gently stroked her hair. Her other hand found Grandma's naked thigh and began working its way up to her huge clit. Grandma increased the amount of tit she tried to suck into her mouth the closer Marcy's hand got to her excited pussy. Everyone had forgotten the show on TV. I stood up and removed my clothes then grabbed the camera. I began recording the group action in front of me. First I filmed some close-ups of Mom swallowing Dad, then switched to Grandma arousing Aunt Marcy's hard little nipple with her tongue. I was pretty sure I would be jacking off to this video for years to come.

When Marcy noticed me standing there she stretched her hand out and snared my rod in her fist. A dreamy look came into her eyes as she worked her hand up and down my throbbing shaft. Grandma slid off the couch, wiggled in-between Marcy's legs and pulled one side of the jogging shorts over before plunging her tongue into her wet pink slit.

"UUUUGGGGHHHHHH..." Marcy moaned loudly when Grandma's tongue landed on her wet folds.

I couldn't take any more. Throwing caution to the wind, I dropped to my knees behind Mom's sweet ass and gently worked my dick into her slippery cunt. She met my forward thrust with backward pushes of her own. The rocking of our movements caused Dad to lift his head and look down at us. Puzzlement filled his face when he saw me behind Mom. I had one hand on her bare hip, the other holding the camera as my steel hard pole burrowed deep into her juicy cunt. Mom pulled her lips from Dad's dick and looked up at him.

"Remember Tom. What's good for you is good for me," she said, before resuming the blowjob she was giving him. 

The pleasure she was giving him made it impossible for him to argue. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back on the couch. Between watching Mom sucking Dad's cock, and the wet slurping sounds Grandma's tongue was making on Marcy's pussy I didn't last long. My spunk shot out of me forcefully, splashing deep into Mom's clinging cunt.

"OOOOHHHHH FUUUCCCCKKKK!!!" I cried loudly. 

Spent, I pulled out and filmed my seed slowly drip from my Mother's gapping hole. Mom ripped Dad's shirt snaps open and practically dragged him off the couch and onto the floor. Moving toward Grandma so they had more room, I filmed Mom stand over Dad before quickly lowering herself onto his burgeoning pole. Her cum filled cunt sank down and easily engulfed all of his stiffness until her small round ass was sitting on his balls. The fact that my Father was getting sloppy seconds from his own son perversely excited the hell out of me for some unknown reason. Whatever the reason was didn't matter; my cock lurched back to a full-blown woody as I watched my spooge leak out of Mom onto Dad's hairy sack.

"Trade places with me boy," I heard Grandma call out.

Gladly, I thought, as I replaced her between my Aunt's trembling legs. Grandma took the camera from me and placed it near the TV at an angle that would capture all of us at the same time. She then went and stood over Dad's face. His eyes grew large as he saw what was right above him.

"Ever see a clit this big Tom," Grandma asked as she sat on his face.

"That's beautiful Elsie," came his muffled reply.

The sounds of wet squishy sex had Marcy and I staring with rapt attention as Mom bounced up and down on Dad's dick, while Grandma assaulted his mouth with youthful vigor. Without taking her eyes off the action, Marcy lifted her legs together in the air and slipped the jogging shorts off. Turning I was greeted with the sight of a neatly trimmed firecrotch. When her top joined the shorts on the floor my hands automatically went to her firm round tits and began tweaking the already stiff nipples. She sank lower on the couch bringing her ass near the edge, with her long slender legs spread out on either side of my kneeling body. 

"Fuck me Tommy. Fuck me right now," Marcy implored me.

Her eyes were locked onto the threesome as I moved close enough to slide my mushroom head into her slick wet cleft. The red-haired covered puffy outer folds expanded around me as I slowly pushed my way into her scorching hot cunt. Her pussy tunnel massaged my hardness like a tight pair of gloves before opening up enough for my cock to fill her completely. Aunt Marcy was by far the tightest of the three women in this room. I found the grip she had on my cock was making it difficult for me to establish a rhythm of any kind. When she wrapped her legs high up on my back her pussy opened a little more, allowing me to start pumping in long deep strokes. My strokes stopped and I turned to watch as Grandma reached her peak.

"Yes...YES...YEEESSSSS!!" she screeched, furiously mashing her box on Dad's red face.

As Marcy and I stared captivated by the sight, Mom increased her tempo and began to violently slam her pussy up and down on Dad's rigid shaft. His balls tightened and soon semen spewed down his shaft and mingled with what was left of mine. Mom tensed briefly, then went into a frenzy of forward and backward movements until she shuddered and let out an ear-piercing scream.

"OOOOHHHHH TOMMMMMMM!!!"

Dad's cries were muffled by Grandma's quivering cunt as the last of her orgasm rocked her twitching body.

"My God. I've never seen anything so erotic in all my life," Marcy said right before thrust her cunt harder on my raging prick.

Before I turned my attention back to my Aunt, I saw the three of them untangle and stare in my direction. Each had a look of satisfaction and amazement plastered on their faces. 

"Fuck your Aunt son," Dad encouraged me.

"Do it baby," Mom added.

"Yeah Tommy, fuck me till I can't walk," Marcy joined in.

Grandma didn't say anything. Instead she put her head in Dad's lap and swiftly sucked his limp cock into her mouth while inserting two fingers deep into Mom's cum drenched pussy. Spurred on by that I started slamming into my Aunt's tight pink slit, bouncing my balls off her firm round ass with each stroke. Faster and faster I pistoned into her smoldering pussy, pushing her deeper and deeper into the cushions of the couch. Sweat began to drop off me as Marcy fought to keep up with the ruthless pounding I was inflicting on her. Her cunt milked my rod with an increasing tightness around my shaft and fluids flowed out in a wave as she bucked against me. The slickness eased the effort of penetrating into her steaming canal and I was moving in and out faster than I've ever done before.

"Don't stop! Don't stop! Please don't stop!" she whimpered. 

My balls were coated with her juices and made splashing noises as they slapped against the supple flesh of her butt. I could feel myself reaching the threshold of my own orgasm when her eyes rolled back into her head and she shuddered violently.

"I'M CUUUUUMMMMMMMIIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGGGGG!!!" she screamed, just as my balls emptied and saturated the inside of her pussy.

"FUUUCCCCCKKKKKK!!!" I groaned loudly, then fell onto Aunt Marcy's heaving chest.

My groans of pleasure were followed by Dad's softer ones as Grandma's hummer worked it's magic on his exploding dick. Mom's moans of delight swiftly echoed Dad's as she clamped her thighs tightly on Grandma's hand, stopping the plunging fingers in their tracks. 

"OH MY GOD," they both uttered at the same time. Grandma was all smiles.

Reluctantly I backed my softening penis out of Marcy's still tight pussy. A loud sucking sound filled the still air when the head freed itself from the tight confines of Aunt Marcy's well-fucked cunt. Her fire-red pubic hair was matted and covered in the slime from our combined fluids, which was slowly dripping onto the floor in a small puddle.

"What do we do now," Dad asked no one in particular, after we had rested for several long minutes.

"What do you mean," Mom asked him.

"What I mean is, we've all crossed a line. A very taboo line. So my question is, where do we go from here?"

"I can't speak for everyone. But as for myself, I like this new freedom to express my love with my family," Aunt Marcy said.

"I do to Tom. And yes, we crossed a line. But if everyone agrees, I don't see why we shouldn't embrace our love for each other. Lord knows I'm tired of having to sneak around about it," Mom said softly.

"You're saying it wouldn't get you mad if Marcy and I, or even Elsie if she wants, decided to have sex here in the house," Dad asked uncertainly.

As an answer Mom crawled over to me and stuck her tongue down my throat while one hand fondled my worn out cock. Dad looked at each of us until we all agreed that we wanted to continue with what we started. Satisfied, he gazed at Grandma and told her he was in.

"And if you don't mind Elsie, I'd sure like to eat that meaty pussy of yours again," he added.

That brought the rest of us to tears from laughing so hard. Naked we headed out back and drank some more beer. After an hour or so of relaxing at the picnic table, talking candidly and drinking, Mom came up behind me and wrapped her arms around me. She whispered in my ear that I had been a bad boy for making Dad take messy seconds. When I asked how I could make up for it, she whispered that I should take sloppy thirds. With everyone watching she lay on top of the table length-ways, spread her legs wide and beckoned me to get between them. For the next thirty or so minutes I gently and lovingly made love to my Mother on my old friend. Everyone else lovingly touched and kissed us everywhere until we peaked and came together.

We spent the rest of that weekend having sex without any hang-ups. Sometimes it was one on one while the others watched with loving eyes, and sometimes in a group. Dad couldn't get enough of sucking on Grandma's huge clit, and Mom seemed to like helping Aunt Marcy and I fuck while she sat on my face. We all knew that life was never going to be the same anymore. We had one last group session before Dad drove Grandma to the airport for her plane ride home. Aunt Marcy said she was dumping Bill, and with Mom's blessings, she was going to move to the farm. As for me, I packed my shit into my Buick Wildcat and headed back to my empty home. When the farm was a distant speck in the rearview mirror a question popped into my head. I wonder if Mom, Dad and Aunt Marcy would like to meet Mandy?



Mom Cleans House Some More



Another episode of the fantasy. Hope you enjoy.

My eyes blinked several times before adjusting to the brightness of a new day streaming in through the bedroom window. Craning my head on a stiff neck, I glanced toward the window and saw the blinds had been opened enough for the morning sunlight to enter. My whole body felt sore, as if I'd been rode hard and put away wet. I was puzzled as to why, until I remembered last night's activities. Oh yeah. I had been ridden hard, and yes, I was wet when I went to sleep. I remember being sandwiched between Mom and Grandma on the big bed when we finally decided to get some sleep. Both women had snuggled into my arms and quickly fell into a contented sleep with their heads resting on my shoulders. I remember the warmth of their breast pressed into the sides of my chest each with one of their legs thrown over one of mine. I must have fallen asleep in that position which explained at least some of my stiffness.

Sitting up I looked around the room. The dining chair was gone but I noticed my pajama bottoms were lying neatly at the foot of the bed. Mom must have brought them from the office I thought, as I slipped into them and headed to the kitchen without bothering with a shirt. Strong coffee and maybe a handful of aspirin was what I needed right now.

Both women were at the dining table sipping coffee and looked in my direction as I approached them. Grandma was wearing a plain white slip that showed an abundance of cleavage and Mom was in the clothes she had arrived in yesterday. Neither of them said anything to me until I had a cup of coffee in my hands and was leaning against the counter near the sink.

"You sleep okay," Mom asked.

"Yeah, but I'm a little stiff," I answered, before asking, "Why are you all dressed Mom?"

"I'm sorry sweetie, but your Dad called and I'm needed at home."

"When are you leaving," I hated asking.

"Now. I was just waiting for you to get up so I could give you a goodbye kiss." With that she rose, walked over and put her tongue down my throat before I knew what was happening.

"If it's alright with you, Grandma wants to stay a while longer," she told me when her lips finally left mine.

"Sure, no problem," I managed to say, still reeling from her passionate kiss.

"Great. I'm off then," she said, then turned toward the front door were I saw her bag was waiting.

"Is everything at home okay," I asked.

"Oh sure. Your Dad just needs my help with something is all. I'll call you," she said smiling before going out the door and shutting it behind her.

Slightly stunned I ambled over and sat opposite of Grandma Elsie who hadn't uttered a single word since I got up. Looking across the table my eyes were drawn to her chest. She was holding her cup in both hands with her elbows propped on the table; her upper arms were squeezing her large breast together and up, enough that a hint of dark-brown areolas peeked out the top of her slip. She just gazed over the rim of her cup at me with a soft smile on her face.

"Do you know what's going on Grandma?"

"Well boy, apparently you're not the only one who likes that your Mother shaved her bush," she snickered. 

"Huh?"

"Your Mom said your father has taken a healthy interest in oral sex since she shaved," she said amused.

A tinge of jealousy raised its ugly head but I shook it off immediately. I know that Mom really does love Dad, and if he wants to please her then I was all for it. Good for them I thought, as I blatantly stared at the tops of Grandma's snow-white tits silently hoping that one, or both of her pointy nipples would slip out and say hi. 

"Are you sure it's okay that I didn't go with Doris," Grandma asked breaking my concentration.

"Positive. Stay as long as you want Grandma," I answered, then reached over and gently ran my fingertips up and down one of her forearms. Her nipples started to harden when I touched her.

"Good. And boy..."

"Yeah Grandma?"

"Considering that you fucked me half silly last night, maybe you should call me Elsie from now on."

"Okay. Elsie it is, but you can call me anything you want," I said with a wink.

Her laughter was like music and I couldn't help but join in. She told me that Mom had explained the cooking oil incident and how things got started between us. What she was more curious about was why I had slipped her the tongue while she was on the couch in the first place. She seemed to understand after I let her know that I had thought it was Mom sleeping there. Maybe it was her thinking about my tongue on her pussy, or something else I don't know, but her nipples pushed the fabric of her slip out even further. The old tingle was back in full force. I didn't try to hide the tent in my pajamas as I took our cups and refilled them, and judging by the big smile on her face when I brought them back she liked what she saw.

"Grandma...I mean Elsie. I understand you're fine with what you caught Mom and I doing. But I really would like to know why you let me make love to you," I said a little hesitantly. 

"The reason I'm okay with you and Doris is that her happiness means the world to me. If having you please her makes her happy, then it's better than her going to a stranger," she replied.

"As for why I let you do me, its because after you gave me that wonderful tonguing and I saw your Mother gobbling that lovely cock of yours, well, I just got caught up in the heat of it all," she continued, then added, "Besides I know what I like, and that's to fuck, so sue me." 

"Wow Elsie, you're a fantastic woman," I said sincerely.

"Bet you didn't know your granny was such a nasty old slut did you," she laughed.

"You're no slut. But you are definitely one nasty granny," I also laughed.

She leaned back in her chair smiling, her large braless breast jiggled provocatively as her rock hard nipples stared me down. The longer I stared at her tits the more I could feel Mister Woody trying to make a new hole in my pajama bottoms. It wasn't until Grandma stood up that I saw how short her slip was. Aside from the ample amount of boob it showed, the hem only came down low enough to barely cover the cheeks of her ass. She had my undivided attention when she walked over to the step stool still against the counter. I started to worry as she climbed up the first two rungs.

"Careful Elsie, I don't know how steady that thing is," I warned.

"Then be a dear and come hold me so I don't fall," she replied without looking at me.

Mister Woody pointed the way as I walked up behind her and placed both hands on her hips. The silkiness of the slip made me think twice about holding on to the outside of it so I moved them inside and up on her ripe flesh. With my hands under the slip it rode up and over her ass and had me staring directly at her crack. She appeared to be reaching for something on one of the shelves and leaned forward, slightly pushing her round buns back toward my face. I could smell the scented aroma of her bath soap as her ass got closer to my nose. With a groan, and absolutely no self-control on my part, I buried my face into her crack and started licking. She let out a little squeal when my tongue danced over her anus and a loader moan as it found the beginning of her furry crevice. I was amazed by her agility as she turned on the stool, slid to the side and sat on the countertop. She scooted back and lifting her feet onto the countertop spread her legs as far as she could. Her meaty inner lips coated in her secretions parted and I could see the opening into her hot tunnel.

"Oh my. I forgot you haven't had breakfast yet. Well by all means dig in boy," she purred.

Instantly my tongue burrowed into her slick cleft, starting at the bottom and working its way up toward her enormous clit. By the time my tongue reached it her clit had expanded and grew until it was almost an inch in length. I have only seen one this big on some porn stars and often wondered what it would be like to nibble on one this size. My lips closed around it and I swirled my tongue in circles around the tip. My saliva coated the entire length and width of her clit before running down into her already wet slit. Her hands came up and gently grabbed the back of my head and pushed my face down harder onto her hot soaked cunt.

"That's it boy! Eat granny's pussy," she encouraged.

Spurred on by her words I sucked that clit into my mouth and batted it back and forth with my tongue, before lowering my mouth and capturing her fleshy pussy lips and sucking them outward. Her ass lifted off the countertop and she smashed her fur-lined slit against my hungry mouth. Faster and faster she moved her ass up and down on my mouth, her breathing ragged, and I could feel her body start to tense up.

"You're gonna make me cum boy," she whimpered. 

"OH GOD! I'M CUUUUUMMMMMMIIIIIINNNNNGGGGGGG!" she screamed as soon as my tongue snaked its way deep into her smoldering hole.

Fluids gushed past my tongue and coated my face and chin with her slickness. Pulling my face from her cunt I stood and mashed my lips to hers. My tongue darted into her mouth to play with hers as I smeared her juice from my face to hers. She raised her arms above her head as I pulled the slip up and off her body, freeing those wonderful white tits to my grasping hands. Lowering my head and pushing her breast together I was able to suck both nipples into my mouth at the same time.

"Ahhhh shit boy! I need you to fuck me now," she panted.

She threw her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist as I lifted her off the counter. With my hands under her full round ass I carried her to the dining table and laid her on her back. Dropping my pajamas I pushed her spread legs gently towards her chest and guided the head of my cock to her dripping center. Not wanting to rush, I watched as her puffy outer lips circled my bulbous head, before it disappeared into her scorching hot tunnel. Fascinated, I stared as more and more of my stiff cock was swallowed inside her velvet smoothness until our pubic hairs were touching. I stayed unmoving for fear I would blow my load if I didn't calm down first. 

"Oh my God Elsie, your pussy feels like it's on fire around my cock," I said. 

"That dick of yours feels great too, Tom. Why don't you go slow and see if we can cum together," she replied. I was stunned that she had used my name.

"Thanks for calling me Tom," I told her, locking my eyes to hers.

"I sure can't call you "boy" while that cock of yours is stuffing me so full, now can I," she said her eyes staring into mine.

With my hands on the backs of her thighs, our eyes locked, as I slowly pushed and pulled my cock in and out of her. I wanted her to feel each stroke so I pulled almost out, then gently pushed all the way back in. The position of her thighs pressing down and flattening her luscious white globes caused her ass to rise slightly off the table, allowing my heavy balls to slap against her pucker hole with each inward stroke. Her wetness and muscle contractions increased on my rock hard cock with each plunge I made into her. We were two lovers gazing at each other as the gradual increase of my stroking soon turned into a frenzy of pure pounding. My cock began to ram into her molten heat while my balls bounced off her soft ass. Her wide brown eyes held mine in a steady gaze as her lips formed a small circle and fought for air. Groans from the table had me worried that it would collapse as sweat broke out on my straining body.

"Tom! Tom! TOMMMM!!" she repeated my name as our fucking reached a fever pitch.

"FUCK ME GRANDMA!!" I couldn't help shouting.

She pushed my hands from her thighs and spread her legs wider. Then using stomach muscles I didn't know she had, began slamming her cunt up against my thrusting rod.

The wet sloshing sounds coming from our joined union increased. Then I felt a flood of her juices wash over the sensitive head of my cock and run out into the crack of her ass, where my swinging balls splashed the sticky liquid all over her rippling butt cheeks. Load after load of my own spunk shot into her steaming cunt, then joined the fluids already oozing into her ass crack.

"AAAAHHHHHH SHHIIITTTTT!!" she hollered in ecstasy, as her convulsing pussy clamped around my squirting cock.

"ELLLLSSSSIIIIEEE!" I shouted as her pussy sucked me dry.

I stayed buried to the root in the sloppy wet mess of her saturated cunt as I tried to catch my breath. Sweat poured from my face and dripped onto her as I held her twitching legs in my hands and smiled down at her. Her chest heaved as she smiled back and placed one hand on my chest and gently rubbed. Occasionally her pussy would contract around my softening shaft and send a jolt of pleasure coursing into me. With a sucking sound I pulled from her pussy and watched as a flood of white sticky goo ran out between the hairy folds of her cleft. After I helped her off the table we could hear globs of spunk plop onto the floor before she placed a hand over her pussy and headed for the bathroom. I just sank down in one of the dining chairs and tried to regain my composure.

Grandma finished her shower then came into the kitchen wrapped in just a towel. She walked over to me and kissed my sweaty forehead.

"Thank you young Tom. That was the best fuck I've had in a long time," she said.

"You're welcome Elsie...Anytime," I told her.

"Mmmm... salty," she said while licking her lips. "Why don't you clean up while I make you some breakfast. Food that is."

Breakfast consisted of eggs, toast and sausage. I was famished and barely tasted the food as I wolfed it down. Grandma ate hers daintily, still wearing only the towel. Sipping my coffee I gazed over at her and felt strong emotions for a woman I hardly ever saw.

"I have to tell you Grandma. I mean Elsie. You are hotter than all the girls I've been with," I said.

"Hotter?"

"It's just that you have more fire and passion than I'm used to," I told her.

"You haven't been with an older woman before, have you," she asked.

"Just you and Mom," I sheepishly answered.

She fixed her eyes on me and seemed to ponder something for a short time before asking, "How did you feel when you fucked your Mom for the first time?"

Her question caught me off guard. I told her that I felt disgusted with myself at even getting aroused by Mom at first. But when the accident happened and Mom's heat wrapped around me I felt such an animal lust that I lost all control. After that all I wanted to do was make love to her. She sat there and listened without criticizing or judging me as I told her my newfound feelings about having sex with family. When I was done she informed me that Mom and her had discussed the situation. She told me that Mom was actually glad that we had become lovers. Mom was becoming desperate enough to contemplate screwing one of the neighbors. This information actually made some of my own guilt fade. We talked for what seemed like hours before going into the bedroom to get dressed. I watched with rapt attention as Grandma changed into her beige swimsuit, her pendulous breast swinging as she bent to put on the bottoms. I slid out of the pajamas I had put back on after my shower and threw on a tank top and baggy swim trunks. I didn't bother with underwear.

With supplies tucked securely into the canvas tote, towels, suntan lotion, two bottles of wine and paper cups, Elsie and I headed to the beach. I felt bogged down carrying the tote and the comforter but didn't let that sour my mood. It was my last day off from work, and spending the day with Grandma sunning on the beach, seemed like an excellent way to cap the weekend. Our spot was open and after spreading out the comforter we made ourselves comfortable and watched the mass of people wandering about while sipping on our first glass of wine.

"Stretch out on your tummy and I'll put some lotion on your back," Grandma told me.

Doing as she asked I soon felt her strong hands working the lotion into my skin. After finishing my back she moved down and forced my legs apart and started rubbing the lotion onto them. Each time her hands rubbed the insides of my thighs she let her fingers sneak into the leg openings and tickled my ball sack teasingly. 

"You're evil Elsie," I told her with a big smile on my face.

"You have no idea," she retorted.

It was while one of her hands was up my pants leg and she was fondling my sack that a shadow blocked the sun from my face. Glancing up my eyes followed the path of two slender legs, past the prominent mound covered by a patch of green material and up over a set of scantily clad enormous boobs. When I reached her face, shoulder length dirty blonde hair swirling around it, I realized that it was the same girl I had seen before. Her blue eyes sparkled as she smiled warmly at us.

"I don't mean to intrude, but I just had to come and tell you how much I love your hair," she said looking at Grandma.

"Why thank you dear. Would you care to join us for a little wine," Grandma shocked me by asking her.

Saying she would, she sat down near my head and crossed her long legs before accepting the cup of wine offered.

"I'm afraid we don't have an extra cup, but you wouldn't mind sharing mine would you," Grandma told the girl.

She told us her name was Amanda, but everyone called her Mandy, and that she lived only three doors down from my place. Imagine that I thought. I've been here two years and never knew she existed until now. I really must get out of the house more often I told myself. We also learned that she went to the local university, was twenty-one years old and her parents owned the house she lived in. Grandma and her bantered back and forth and seemed to have forgotten that I was even there. Trying not to be obvious I turned onto my side, propped my head on my hand, and studied this Vixen that Grandma appeared to be enchanted with.

It was plain to see by her dark eyebrows that she wasn't a true blonde. She did have a wonderfully even tan covering her flawless skin and when she leaned over to take the cup, I found out I had been wrong. Those enormous tits, easily 38DD, jiggled and bounced enough to let me know they were the real deal. How she packed them around on what I guessed to be a slim, five-foot seven-inch frame, without having major back problems was beyond me. It was all I could do to not start drooling. The green bikini just barely covered her nipples. When my eyes wandered down to her crotch I saw that one of her outer lips had slipped from the material and was as smooth as a baby's butt. I could swear, but I'm not positive, that a string of drool did fall from my mouth.

"We're going to go play in the water," Grandma said as both of them sprang up and ran toward the waves.

Rolling back on my stomach I watched the two splash and jump around at the waters edge. It was like watching two kids play except for the lovely bouncing their boobs were doing. If I were keeping score on whose bounced better I would have to give the win to Mandy, based on sheer size alone. When she started running in spurts along the shore I worried that they would fly up and knock her blonde ass out. Fortunately that didn't happen. I sat up and watched in lecherous splendor as twenty minutes later they walked slowly back to where I was.

"Tom, you don't mind if I leave do you? Mandy has something she wants to show me," Grandma said as soon as they reached me.

"That's fine with me Elsie. Why don't you take that unopened bottle with you," I told her trying to keep the disappointment from my voice.

Wrapping the wine in her towel, they took off arm in arm giggling like little schoolgirls. As for me, I rolled back onto my stomach trying to hide the hard-on their jiggling buttocks created as they walked away. I stayed there for about an hour, drank some more wine and waded in the surf a bit before heading home. As I passed what I now knew was Mandy's place I wondered what the two were doing. What I'd learned of my Grandmother lately, there was no telling, I reminded myself with a chuckle.




Mom Cleans House Some More



Placing the tote on the couch I removed what was left of the wine then went in the kitchen and poured a tall glass for myself. Thinking I was alone I was a little startled when I heard moans coming from the bedroom area. I walked cautiously to the open bedroom door and looked inside. Mandy's ass hung over the side of the bed and her ankles rested on Grandma's shoulders. Her eyes were shut with her arms above her head, fists tightly clutching the blankets, as I watched Grandma shove what clearly had to be eight inches of rubber cock deep into her pink pussy. The fake dick was attached to a strap-on harness that had a wide belt for the waist and straps that circled around Grandma's upper thighs, leaving her crotch open and exposed. I stood there sipping my wine enjoying the show for a few seconds before stepping further into the room.

They were too caught up in what they were doing to notice me at first. Mandy's huge breast rolled like waves toward her face then back down her ribcage with each ruthless thrust Grandma hammered into her. Something must have told them they weren't alone. Mandy's eyes fluttered open and stared at me standing almost behind Grandma. Too far gone, she just smiled and began to pant harder. Grandma was bent over between Mandy's wide spread legs with her hands on the bed, and she continued to slam the rubber dick into Mandy's snatch without saying anything to me. 

"Well, this is interesting," I said, thinking turn about was fair play. 

"I told you I liked to fuck. I didn't say it had to be with a man," Grandma said.

With my own cock threatening to rip a hole in my swim trunks, I placed my drink on the nightstand and peeled my clothes off in record time. Moving in behind Grandma's bent over body I ran the tip of my rod through her damp slit. She stopped moving just long enough for me to sink into her before fucking Mandy with renewed gusto. With my spread knees resting against the side of the bed, my feet planted firmly, I just stood there and let Grandma's bucking hips fuck both Mandy and myself. Reaching under her I took both of Grandma's swinging tits in my hands and started tweaking the nipples. Mandy's half-inch hard pink nipples rode the waves of her huge globes as Grandma first slammed into her, before ramming her own pussy backwards on my stiff prick.

"Lets switch," Grandma said, then pulled out of Mandy's swollen gaping cunt.

I stepped back and my cock slipped out of Grandma's clasping hole. Turning she guided me between Mandy's spread legs and held my cock until it sank into her stretched pinkness. At first I thought Grandma planned to put the fake dick up my ass, something I'm here to say was definitely not going to happen. Instead she tore the strap-on off, climbed on the bed and straddled Mandy's face. I could hear muffled moans as Grandma rode Mandy's tongue while I pile drove my seven inches of rock hardness deep into her wet bald pussy. My hands were nowhere near big enough to hold Mandy's bouncing tits but I managed to capture her nipples in my fingers and pinched and pulled on them. This got her motor roaring and she wrapped her legs around me with her feet pushing against my butt to make me go faster. 

"OHHHH YEEESSSSS!" I heard Grandma shout as her ass twitched violently on Mandy's face.

"Uhhhhh...get it...Mmmmm...Elsie," Mandy could be heard between licks.

Suddenly Grandma shook all over and then became stiff as a board.

"AAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHH," she screamed, and then fell off Mandy's face in slow motion. 

I was so enthralled by the sight that I stopped pumping and just stared at Grandma's heaving white breast.

"God Grandma, that must have been a doozy," I said without thinking.

"You guys are related? That is soooo kinky!" Mandy said looking back and forth between us.

"He's my Grandson," Elsie managed to spit out.

Looking down at Mandy's juice smeared mouth and chin I figured she would put a stop to our fun, now that she knew the truth. She didn't. Instead I felt her press the heels of her feet firmly into my ass indicating I should start pumping again. Needing no more encouragement I began to smoothly work my cock in and out of her increasingly tight pussy in long steady strokes.

"Don't stop! Don't stop! Harder... FUCK ME HARDER!" she shouted.

Faster and faster I stroked until I was like a jackhammer pounding her as hard as I could. The heat and friction along my shaft built. I could feel her cunt sucking me deeper and deeper into her white-hot cavern, milking my cock tighter with each new stroke. I felt fluid bubbling near the head of my dick and looked down just in time to see her juices squirt out around my shaft in a flood of milky-clear wetness. She's a squirter I thought as my own climax boiled over.

"FUCK!! FUCK!! FUUUCCCCKKKKK!!" she screamed as my own spunk shot into her sopping wet cunt.

Collapsing on top of her with my head between those enormous soft tits I reached over and gently stroked Grandma's warm ass. She scooted over and hugged us both. I moved to the opposite side of Mandy and she held Grandma and I in her arms tenderly. Shortly Grandma leaned over Mandy and took my cock into her mouth, cleaning and licking all the sticky cream from me. Next she slid down between Mandy's legs and did the same to her before crawling back and nuzzling up against her.

"God you guys. That was the fantastic," Mandy rasped.

Grandma and I just lay there gently rubbing Mandy's giant tits until her nipples filled with blood and stuck straight up in the air.

"Oh my God. If you guys don't stop touching my tits you better be ready to go again," Mandy whispered.

Grandma and I just smiled at each other and tweaked the nipples harder.

"Well okay then. But it's my turn to wear Captain Funtastic," Mandy stated getting off the bed and picking up the strap-on.

It is amazing how many times you can get hard when you have two hot women willing to suck life back into your flaccid penis. Grandma and I shared Mandy's exquisite young body for a few more hours before she said she had to go. Putting the strap-on in a plastic bag she said she would see us later then left, leaving me holding my thoroughly fucked Grandmother in my arms. 

"Want a hummer, boy," Grandma asked, as she slid down and slurped my limp noodle into her mouth. 

So it was back to "boy" was it, I chuckled inwardly. How she thought she was going to resurrect my dead cock was a mystery to me. I was more than surprised when after only a few minutes of gently licking her tongue in circles around the spongy head, and lightly fingering my balls, life returned. Each time my head entered her throat she would hum, sending vibrations of immense pleasure to the sensitive underside. She continued her manipulations of my cock, coating it with a river of spit and drool until she felt my balls tighten. Pulling her lips up my shaft leaving just the head in her mouth she jammed a finger in my ass. I exploded like a volcano and she swallowed the whole load without any of it leaking past her tightly clamped lips. 

I knew I was going to be more than useless for at least the rest of the night. Probably most of tomorrow too I thought as I realized my crotch area was numb. Grandma seemed a little distracted when she slid back up and we embraced. She rubbed little circle patterns on my chest with her fingertips for a few minutes before looking deep into my eyes.

"You know Tom... there's a secret that I found out about a long time ago," she whispered.

"What kind of secret," I asked.

There was some hesitation before she answered, "Your father use to have sex with his sister."

"What!! No way...how do you know that," I stammered.

"Because I saw them fucking," she replied.

"But...but...that can't be true. When did you see them?"

"It was about five years ago, right before his heart attack," she stated.

"You mean he's been banging Aunt Marcy since he and Mom have been married?"

"Yep."

"Does Mom know," I asked.

"She hasn't said anything, but I think she does," she replied.

"Oh Elsie, you're just shitting me aren't you," I said, hoping I was right.

Grandma sat quietly for a minute then told me her story. She had been taking a stroll when she saw Dad and Marcy together way back in the orchard. Marcy had been on her knees sucking Dad's cock when Grandma first saw them. She said she had hidden behind a tree and watched, as Dad stood there while Marcy sucked his cock before standing her up, pulling down her jeans and bending her over. Grandma said she was too stunned to say anything when Dad got behind Marcy and shoved his dick all the way up her pussy.

"Your Dad's cock is almost as big as yours," she said with a dreamy look on her face.

So many questions raged in my head. If Mom knew, then why hadn't she said anything? Why hadn't she just filed for divorce? How could she stay with him knowing he'd fucked his sister? Well... she'd fucked her son so I guess they were even popped into my brain. My guilt trip faded completely. If Dad could be a Sister fucker, then certainly I could be a Motherfucker. Just because it was his wife I was fucking shouldn't matter. Should it? And now that I was a Grandmother fucker too, then what the hell was a boy to do. Then another thought popped into my head. I wonder if Grandma would like to go on a road trip to Mom's?



Mom Cleans House



Constantly adjusting my grip on her thighs I felt my sweats going lower and lower, until the waistband was pulling my stiff cock straight toward the floor. I could feel her oil slicked pubic hair sliding down my abdomen just as the waistband of my sweats released its hold on my turgid cock. Freed from the pressure of the waistband, my oil-soaked cock sprang up like a missile, grazed between Mom's ass cheeks and lodged into the folds of her saturated cleft. With me trying to hold her up, and her tightening her thighs on my sides, we were still unable to slow the downward progress of her slide. Both our breaths caught in our throats as half my cock slid easily into her oil covered pussy.

"TOMMY NO!!" she wailed, her eyes wild looking.

Trying to ease her down to the floor I started to kneel but lost my footing in the oil. She went to the floor on her back with me firmly between her legs; the impact caused me to slam the rest of the way into her. 

"AAAAAGGGGHHHHH," she moaned under me.

I was sure she was hurt, until I felt the unmistakable clinching of her cunt muscles along my shaft. I couldn't believe it. My mother just had an orgasm with my cock buried inside her. The feeling of her clamping down on me made my cock start to twitch, and I knew I was about to shoot a load. Mom must have known too.

"Take it out, Tommy! TAKE IT OUT!!" she yelled.

The sensation of her walls encasing my shaft as I pulled out was too much for me. As soon as my cock was free of her tight grip I began to shoot ropes of hot cum all over her exposed tummy and pubic mound. Lying flat on her, the shaft of my cock on her clit, I rocked my hips up and down until my orgasm was over. Mom just lay there unmoving.

Carefully, I rolled off her and somehow managed to stand up. When I finally got her to her feet I noticed what a mess she was. There was oil in her hair, my semen stained the black slip and was dripping from her bush to the floor. Looking at her, I felt only a deep shame.

"I'm so, so, sorry, Mom," I profusely apologized.

She stood there looking from me to the front of herself for a few seconds before slapping me across the face.

"How could you," she said, before running for the bathroom.

I didn't know what to do. It wasn't like I'd woken up this morning and decided I would bone my mother. I heard the shower running as I went about the difficult task of cleaning up all the oil. I glanced up when she emerged from the bathroom but she never looked at me, she just went to her room and shut the door. It took close to three hours to completely clean the mess, but once done I turned on the coffee maker and headed for my own shower.

Feeling clean again, I went to the kitchen and got a cup of coffee and sat at one of the two dining room chairs. Mom must have smelt the fresh pot because she came out swallowed in my robe and fixed herself a cup. I could see her eyes were red from crying.

"Mom?" I pleaded.

"Not now Tommy. We'll talk later, I just need to think right now," she said as she headed back to the bedroom.

After another cup I put on a sweatshirt and jeans, then strolled down to the beach to do some thinking of my own. The best thing to do was give her some space I thought. Hopefully she would understand that it had all been an accident. The day was a little chilly so I was pretty much alone as I sat in the sand and watched the waves crash in. My mood was somber as I pondered what would happen between us now. A few hours later I still felt like the biggest shit of the century as I made my way home. Mom's car was gone when I got there and a note on the table said she went shopping. I turned on the television and tried to relax, but it wasn't long before I was sound asleep.

My name being repeated over and over brought me out of a deep sleep, filled with images of Mom and I making passionate love. Opening my eyes, I saw she was sitting at the dining table and there were two plates of food on it.

"What time is it," I asked.

"Almost 7pm," she told me.

I had slept the entire afternoon away and still felt drained.

"Mom, I want you to know how sorry I am," I began when I sat down.

"Hush and eat your food. We can talk later."

The meal was a quiet affair with neither of us speaking. After we finished I cleared the table and washed the dishes, then went back to watching some more TV. Mom had vanished into her room. I was thinking she would stay in there, but twenty minutes later she came out and sat on the other end of the couch. She had one of her white slips on, and as she tucked her feet up under herself it slid up on her thighs. 

"I'm sorry I slapped you, Tom," she finally said.

"I understand, Mom. I deserved it for what I did to you," I replied.

"Oh sweetie, please look at me," she softly spoke.

Turning so one bent leg was on the couch and my back rested on the arm of it I gazed over at her. I could see her age clearly now. Little lines and wrinkles appeared near her mouth and eyes and several grey strands were visible in her hair. She was still a beautiful woman though.

"What happened with you is all biological," she began. "It would have happened to any man under those conditions."

"But I came on you, Mom," I stammered shamefully.

"Yes. Yes you did baby. But I realize now it wasn't entirely your fault," she whispered softly.

"How so," I asked, not really sure what to say.

"I don't know any other way to say this, so please forgive my bluntness. Mommy came on you too," she stated, her face blushing bright red.

Sheepishly I said, "I know, I felt it, and that is what pushed me over the edge, Mom."

"Oh my," she said placing a hand over her mouth. "That still doesn't answer a question I've been wondering about all day."

"What's that," I asked.

"Why were you...umm...so...uh...hard in the first place," she managed to ask.

"Certainly I didn't get you so excited," she continued before I could say anything.

I wasn't sure were this conversation was going, but I decided to be honest and open with her.

"Mom, you've been exciting me since I was a boy," I told her.

"I remember all the times you wanted to help me around the house," she chuckled. "And the times you climbed that tree too."

"What can I say, Mom," I said, my face red from embarrassment.

"But I'm your mother, Tom. Plus, I'm an old lady now, not something a young man would get aroused by."

Scooting closer to her I looked into her eyes, put one hand on her shoulder and the other lightly on her thigh.

"You are a vibrant, sexy woman, Mom. Please believe me when I tell you that any man would crave you, no matter what his age was."

Our eyes locked as we sat there. An uncontrollable urge to kiss her came over me. Leaning forward, I moved my hand from her shoulder to the back of her neck and pulled her head to mine. I could feel her stiffen until my lips touched hers. With her soft lips pressed against mine her resistance began to fade, until we were lost in the most smoldering kiss I'd ever had. Her arms came up and encircled my neck, pulled me tighter into her warmth as my other hand rose up and cupped her small breast through the smooth slip. Instantly I felt her nipple harden as my palm softly rubbed against it. Suddenly she placed her hands against my chest and pushed me away. Her eyes wide with fright and what looked to me like lust.

"Oh God, what are we doing. This is so wrong," she blurted out, before jumping off the couch and running to the bedroom.

Dumfounded, I just sat there. I couldn't believe that I had made a move on my own mother. Was I some sick twisted pervert I wondered? A few minutes of reflecting on this thought gave me no answers, so I decided to go to bed and pray that tomorrow would be better.

I was stretched out on the office couch for ten minutes or so when I heard the shower turn on. The first thing that popped into my head was that Mom was trying to wash my filth off her. The shower didn't last long; I heard her leave and then the sound of the bedroom door being gently closed. I lay there for another ten minutes before making up my mind to go and apologize.

Reaching the bedroom door, I was just about to knock when I heard a humming sound coming from her room. Putting my ear against the door I could barely hear her soft whispers.

"Yes, yes, ohhh shit, yes," I heard, followed by, " OOOHHH... GOD...TOM!"

Did she just call my name while getting off on that toy of hers? Shock gave way to immense arousal. My cock expanded in my jeans as I rushed to the bathroom, dropped my pants and boxers, then furiously stroked my hardness to a knee shaking orgasm. It was only after the euphoria had started to fade that an idea dawned on me. She could have been calling my Dad's name, not mine. Drained, I went to bed for what turned out to be a long and restless night. 

Sunday morning I found Mom sitting at the dining table, wearing my robe, with her hands wrapped around her cup of coffee. I made one for myself and sat down across from her. She just stared down absently into her cup but I could see she was nervous. I knew I should say something but didn't know what. Seriously, how do you apologize to your mother for accidentally shoving your dick in her, and then coming on to her later? I didn't have a clue. We sat in silence for a while then she looked up at me. My heart sank when I saw the sadness in her eyes and the worried look on her face. When she began to talk I could hear the reluctance in her voice.

"I want to apologize for what happened yesterday. If I hadn't been on that stool..." she left the rest unsaid.

Reaching across the table I took one of her hands in mine.

"You have nothing to apologize for, Mom. If I hadn't been acting like a complete perv by staring up your slip, things wouldn't have ended like they did," I tried to reason.

"But they did end like they did, and I'm so ashamed of it," she said, almost in tears.

Confused I asked, "What do you have to be ashamed of?"

"The fact that I couldn't control myself," she answered, leaving me even more confused than before.

"I'm sorry Mom, I'm not following what you're trying to say."

"Oh baby, its just when you were in me, it felt so good that I couldn't stop from..You know," she struggled to say.

"You mean having an orgasm," I softly asked.

Blushing, she said, "Yes."

"Hell Mom, if I hadn't had sex in four years I would've came as soon as I saw your bare butt on that stool," I laughed.

This seemed to lighten her mood. I got up and made us another cup then sat back down and asked what she wanted to do today. She told me to look outside first. When I peered out the kitchen window I saw sheets of rain pouring down, something that happens here a lot. So much for taking a nice stroll on the beach I told her. I said she could choose what we would do and she suggested we just cuddle on the couch and watch TV all day. Neither of us was hungry, so we carried our coffee into the front room and made ourselves comfy on the couch. Mom sat next to me with her legs tucked under my too big robe and sipped her coffee. We scanned through the on-demand channels and planned our viewing pleasure for the day.

With our empty cups on the coffee table we settled back and Mom snuggle up against me. The first movie was kind of boring, but being this close together seemed to make it watchable. Halfway through though I noticed Mom kept twisting her shoulders back and forth as if trying to loosen up her back.

"Back hurting you, Mom," I asked.

"A little. I think it might have gotten wrenched yesterday," she answered.

"I can fix that for you," I said, getting up and bringing out a thick comforter from the office.

Moving the coffee table out of the way, I spread the comforter on the floor, told her to lie down and I would give her a back rub. After some feeble protesting she stood up and removed my robe. Underneath it she was wearing a pale blue slip that was more of a nightie than anything else. It hung to mid thigh and her areolas were just visible through the satiny material. I gave her a throw pillow off the couch and watched her stretch out on the comforter with her hands tucked under the pillow. Carefully I straddled the backs of her thighs and placed the palms of my hands at the small of her back and began to gently rub little circles in that area. She let out a little sigh of pleasure and told me that what I was doing felt good. Five minutes later however she complained that my jeans, the same ones I had slept in, were chaffing the outside of her thighs. Standing, I told her that I would put on some sweats.

"Do you have underwear on," she asked, turning her head enough to see my face.

"Boxers," I told her.

"Just remove your jeans then," she said, as her head settled back on the pillow.

I was barefoot so it didn't take long to pull the jeans off and toss them on the couch. The feel of her bare skin on mine was electric when I reclaimed my spot on the back of her thighs. I started in the same place and rubbed outward to her sides, gently kneading her muscles as I went. Gradually I went higher on her back and noticed that her slip was doing the same on her thighs. Running my hands down her sides to her hips then back up caused the hem of the slip to travel high enough that the beginning swell of her asscheeks started to show. I could feel my cock starting to inflate.

"Could you scoot up a little honey, you're hurting my knees," she said into the pillow.

Looking down I saw that I was almost sitting on the back of her knees. Sliding forward, I sat on her thighs so high that my crotch was almost touching her ass. She didn't seem to mind, so I began massaging her again.

"Sorry," was all I said.

"That's okay baby, just keep doing what you're doing, it feels so good."

Her slip was completely off her ass by the time my hands reached her shoulder blades and my cock was hard as a rock. Pushing my hands gently down over her rib cages and upwards, I felt the outer swell of her small breast graze against my fingertips. 

"Mmmmm," she moaned, as I let my fingers linger on the sides of her tits a little longer than I should have.

Moving my hands back up, I leaned enough to rub her shoulders and my crotch pressed against the soft roundness of her ass. The pressure of being against her cheeks caused my cock to shift, before I could do anything about it all seven inches was laying between her butt crack. If she felt it, she didn't say anything. She just kept moaning softly into the pillow. 

Slowly I worked my hands lower on her back, at the same time I slid further back on her thighs until my cock nestled at the junction of her womanhood. My pre-cum left a trail from the small of her back, all the way down the crack of her ass, then began leaking onto her fur covered slit. I was no longer able to stop myself. Leaning forward and lifting slightly, the head of my cock slid down past her slickened ass then into the wetness of her slit, and plunged inside the velvet smoothness of her pussy. I felt her cunt clamp down briefly, then slowly expand to allow more of my cock to enter her.

"NOOO, TOMMY!! We can't...do...this..." she moaned.

Her mouth said no, but when I felt her push back on me and take all my cock in, I knew that she wasn't going to stop. Using my hands on her hips and pulling backwards, I got us into a doggy position. Not wanting this to be rushed, I got into a slow rhythm and gently stroked my cock in and out of her. After only a few minutes, I felt her pussy contract around my shaft and she started roughly slamming her ass back into me.

"OH GOD! OH GOD! OH MY GOD!!" she wailed.

She began to shake and tremble as her orgasm ripped through her body, her pussy clamped down on my shaft so hard that I could barely move in her. The hold on my shaft relaxed as she slowly collapsed to the comforter. I stayed in her and continued to pump slowly as she fought to catch her breath. I rode the sweetness of my mother's wet hot pussy, reveling in the immense pleasure my nerve-endings were feeling. When her pussy began to tighten again I shortened my strokes to almost a complete stop, just enough movement to tickle her walls.

"AAAARRRRRRGGGGGHHHH!!" she screamed.

I started to really pound into her then. My pelvic bones bounced off her soft round ass making her cheeks jiggle. Knowing what was coming she began to twist violently trying to throw me off.

"NO, BABY!! I can get pregnant!" she screeched at me.

That brought me to my senses. Reluctantly I pulled my stiff rod from her drenched hole and lay down beside her, both of us having a difficult time breathing. Turning onto her side facing me she reached over and gently stroked my face. All I could see was love in her eyes.

"Oh Tommy, I'm so sorry I let that happen. It was wrong, but its all I've been able to think about since yesterday," she whispered.

"Mom, I love you more than anything else. I just want to make you happy," I told her.

"You did, honey. I'm almost sore from happiness," she chuckled, placing a hand on her mound.

Gently pushing her onto her back I told her I would fix that. She had a puzzled look on her face as I made my way down, spread her legs and climbed between them with my face hovering above her mound.

"What are you doing," she asked with a frown. 

"Shhhh," I told her, before running my tongue up through the hair on her slit.

"Honey, don't do that. It's unsanitary," she protested.

Gazing up over her mound, I watched her reaction as my tongue flicked out and lapped flatly against the nub of her sensitive clit. Her eyes rolled back and she sucked in a sharp breath. Encouraged I began to lick and suck on her pussy with gusto. Fighting through the abundance of hair, I managed to trap the inner lips of her pussy in my mouth and began to gently stretch them out, at the same time rolling them across my tongue. Her hips started to come up and meet my face when I stuck my tongue as deep as I could into her hole. The taste and aroma was intoxicating.

"EEEEEEEEEGGGGGHHHH," she squealed.

Her thighs wrapped around my head pushing my face deeper into the folds of her twitching cunt, until I thought she might smother me. My tongue burrowed into her sweet Mommy hole before returning to lavish attention to her engorged clit once more. Her fluids began to leak out and coat my chin in her slickness.

"SHIT! OH SHIT! No ones ever done this to me before," she cried.

With her clit firmly clamped between my lips, my tongue relentlessly batting it back and worth, I moved my hand from her thigh and softly slide my index finger into her very wet hole. She began to shudder as I twirled my finger around the tightness of her cunt, then she went off like a bomb, brutally slamming her crotch into my face.

"FUCK! FUCK! FUUUCCCCKKKK!!" she screamed over and over before collapsing.

At first I thought she had fainted, but when I crawled up beside her I saw her eyes wide open, staring blankly at the ceiling. Her chest heaved as she tried to control her breathing, her diamond hard nipples poking through the top of her slip with each breath she took.

"God Tommy, that was the most pleasurable thing anyone's ever done to me," she managed between breaths.

"No one has ever gone down on you?"

"I've only been with your Father sweetie. And no, he certainly hasn't done that to me," she laughed.

"WOW! That's hard to believe, Mom," I said.

I was lying on my back and when she turned on her side to face me, her eyes fell on my still erect penis. She stared at it resting on my stomach, as if in a trance for some time, before placing her hand on it tentatively. 

"Do you have any condoms," she asked, still fixated on my hard pole. 

"No," I said sadly.

Gently rubbing her fingertips up and down my shaft she said, "We can't leave you like this."

Getting to her feet, she stared down at me with a look of concentration on her face. I've seen that look before. It was her problem solving face.




Mom Cleans House



"Give me a few minutes then come into the bedroom," she told me as I watched her walk away.

Curiosity got the better of me in less than six minutes. I followed my stiffness to the open bedroom door and peered inside. Mom was lying naked on her tummy sideways on the bed, she had one hand clutching the power controls of her vibrator, and her other one was underneath her pushing the tool into her glistening pussy. Her legs were parted just enough for me to watch the rabbit climb into her hole as I approached the bed. Next to her left hip was a tube of lubricant, which explained why her slit looked so slick. The humming of the vibrator was becoming muffled as more of it disappeared up inside her.

"Be gentle with me, I've only done this a couple of times," she said, her face flat on the bed.

Understanding of what she was saying dawned on me as soon as I noticed she had smeared some of the lube onto her brown puckered hole. Pushing her legs closer together, I straddled her thighs once more. The humming of the vibrator was drowned out when the inside of her thighs came together, trapping it and her hand between them. Putting one hand on a cheek and squeezing it out, I ran the thumb of my other hand gently over her hole spreading the lube around. Pressing the tip of my thumb gently against the resistance of her sphincter, I increased the pressure until it yielded, allowing my thumb to sink to the first knuckle. After a few seconds of pushing and pulling I was able to insert my whole thumb into her ass. She let out a grunt, but said nothing about stopping.

"Are you sure, Mom," I asked, worried.

"Yeah baby, just go slow," she replied.

I continued to work my thumb until she relaxed, then I replaced it with my index finger and pushed it all the way in at one time. Soon her sphincter loosened enough were I was able to push two fingers in and out of that tight hole. I could feel the vibrations from her toy against my fingers, and it felt like it was also rotating inside her. Pulling my fingers out I took the tube of lubricant and spread some all around the head of my cock. Spreading her cheeks apart I let my cock slide into the crack of her ass, then I lifted my hips until my mushroom head was pointing at her opening. Grabbing the shaft of my cock, I held the head at the outer ring and pushed forward with my hips until I felt it pop through and enter her. Leaning, I placed my hands on the bed by each of her shoulders, until I was almost laying on her and slowly pushed deeper into her very tight ass.

Once half of my cock was in, I started rocking in and out slowly, increasing the depth on every second or third trust, until all of my rock hard cock was engulfed. Laying flat against her back I placed my hands under her chest, cupped the small breast and tweaked her hard nipples with my fingers. She began to moan and must have gotten use to my invading member, because I could feel her pushing up against my downward thrust.

"Oh damn that feels good," she whispered.

Raining kisses on her neck and ears I began to increase my speed. I could feel the vibrator through the membrane separating her pussy from her anus. The tip of her toy rotated in a twirling motion and rubbed against the underside of my cock-head, making my nerve endings scream with pleasure. My fingers pinched and pulled on her nipples and she began to buck wildly as I really started to pound into her. I felt the speed of the vibrator increase suddenly and Mom thrust up to meet me, her gasps bouncing off the bedroom walls. I couldn't hold back any longer and with one mighty thrust; I shoved my cock in as far as it would go. Loads of my hot sticky spunk gushed out of my cock and flooded her insides. We both screamed at the same time.

"MOMMMMMMYYYYYYY!!"I bellowed, before falling on top of her.

"OOOHHHHHH FUUUUUCCCCKKKK!!" she screamed, as her body began to spasm underneath me.

The vibrator stopped, but I could still feel the tingle in my rapidly deflating penis as I lifted myself up and off my mother. I watched fascinated as my cock slipped from her hole and some of my semen oozed out then ran down onto her hand holding the toy. Reaching between her legs, I gently slid the vibrator from her gaping pussy and sat it aside, before lying next to her. She smiled at me then slid into my arms. The touch of her warm soft breast pressed against my chest was comforting and we fell asleep feeling the beat of each other's hearts. 

After we woke and showered together, we went and had something to eat; both of us famished. We also stopped at the drugstore and picked up two boxes of condoms. Early the next morning Dad called to see how things were going. I only heard Mom's side of the conversation.

"Everything's fine dear. But your son is not much on house cleaning, so I think I will have to make a trip once or twice a month to straighten him out," she told Dad, while rubbing her nipples and smiling at me.

It was hard to get any work done for the next two weeks, but somehow I managed to meet my deadlines. I didn't sleep in the office any more either. On the day that Mom headed home I carried her stuff to the car were she gave me a respectful kiss on the cheek.

"When I come back, I might bring a surprise for you," she said mischievously, before getting in and driving off, leaving me standing there wondering what she meant by that.