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Fitness Model Moms

By: tw_holt



Author's note: I tried more experimenting with this one. There are a few scenes where events with aunts and nephews, moms and sons, are happening simultaneously. In my head, they play as a movie, switching back and forth fluidly. I experimented with writing that. I didn't use an asterisk to separate them, I just wrote them out. Hopefully it's not too hard to follow.

Fitness Model Moms

Chapter 1



"So then what happened?" Stacey asked, popping their coworker Ulysses' cock head out of her mouth, quickly resuming sucking on it.

Her younger sister, Trish was sucking on Ulysses' balls. "Mmm," she slurped on a large testicle. "He got scared. It's like he turned white and blushed at the same time."

"Poor kid," Stacey said of her nephew.

"Mmhmm," Trish nodded, her tongue sliding all around Ulysses' nut sack. The three nude fitness models were lying on Ulysses' hotel bed after a long day of shooting in London for a FIFA soccer promotion a magazine was running.

"Reminds me of us when we were that age," Trish added in between licks and kisses of his testicles.

"It does!" Stacey said, spitting on Ulysses' shaft, using her drool as lubricant to jack his shaft. "Gosh, we were so awkward. Ugly ducklings."

Trish smiled, rising to her elbow, licking her lips, admiring the shaft before her.

"Oh right. Sorry. Didn't mean to hog it to myself," Stacy smiled, pointing his cock at Trish's mouth. "Eat up!"

Trish moaned, slowly, kissing his cockhead, not caring that she tasted her sister's saliva on it.

"We need to do something. We need to figure something out - how to bring them out of their shells," the elder sister declared, watching Trish suck away on his dick.

"Mmhmm," Trish agreed, a mouth full of cock.

Stacey nonchalantly massaged Ulysses' balls with one hand, the other traveling over his washboard stomach. She shrugged, lowering her head, licking at the base of his cock, "We'll think of something!"

An hour later, Stacey was slapping Trish's ass while she lay on top of a pistoning and thrusting Ulysses. "Come on!" she grit her teeth. "Ride that fucking cock!"

Trish whimpered, "Ohh yesss." She wasn't like Stacy when it came to sex, she was far calmer; her method was slow, loving, and gentle - the opposite of Stacey.

After Trish came again, Stacey pulled her sister off Ulysses, grabbed the base of his cock and impaled herself on it. "There we go. You ready for me again, big boy?" she asked.

Ulysses said, nothing, nodding his head, his hand to Stacey's waist. "Fuck me!" she ordered.

Trish quietly lay next to them, coming off her own orgasm.

The two sisters continued on into the night, taking turns riding and cumming on Ulysses. Their dirty blonde hair and sexy, tanned, toned bodies were drenched in sweat. Finally collapsing on Ulysses, they resumed their discussion about their sons.

"He's never once mentioned girls," Stacy said, kissing over Ulysses' chest.

"I doubt they're gay," Trish added, doing the same on his other side.

"Nope. Not gay - just too shy. No self-confidence," Stacy said, kissing down to his stomach.

"Like us at that age," Trish said, doing the same on the other side.

When they got to his cock, they thoroughly cleaned it of their pussy juices.

"I love him. My sweet boy," the more sensitive Trish said in between licks.

"Mmhmm. We gotta get them out of the house, away from their computers, and dating!" Stacy added in between her own lollipop-like licks of Ulysses' dick.

Ulysses smiled, eyes closed, lying on his back while the two fitness model moms talked amongst themselves while servicing his cock.

These sisters did everything together.

*

The next morning, while Stacey packed, Trish was on her back, caressing Ulysses' face as he made love to her. She'd kiss him occasionally, smiling at him.

"You're beautiful," she told her coworker.

Ulysses opened his mouth but before words came out, Stacey interrupted him. "Trish, your turn. Lay out some clothes for the plane ride home."

"Alright," She said, smiling at Ulysses, watching him get off her, rolling onto his back.

"Fuck yes!" Stacey cheered, jumping onto Ulysses. "Give me that dick!"

Trish went about her packing, leaving clothes to change into for the plane ride while Stacey wildly bounced up and down on Ulysses' cock.

In the shower thirty minutes later, the two sisters were cleaning themselves and their friend. "I just don't know what to do," Trish said, behind Ulysses, kissing his back gingerly. "I want my baby boy to be happy."

"I think they're happy. I think they're happy playing video games," Stacey said, on her knees, sucking Ulysses' cock. "They need a kick in the butts, that'll teach them to get out there, meet some girls."

"We have to be careful with them," Trish said, rubbing Ulysses' shoulders, kissing in-between the shoulder blades. "They're sensitive."

"Ha! I don't know about that," Stacey replied, pulling his cock out of her throat, standing and French kissing Ulysses.

"They're so shy and delicate. We need to spend more time with them. Maybe I could hang out with Aaron some. Maybe go to a movie. At least he'd be around a female, you know? It might not be as awkward with his aunt as opposed to his mom," Trish suggested, hoping her nephew, Stacey's son, would loosen up some.

"Oh yeah?" Stacey asked, ending her kiss. "Well then I'm taking Bennet out. I might even flirt with him. That'll loosen him up some," Stacey laughed.

"Maybe," A concerned Trish held Ulysses from behind, her son Bennet on her mind, while her hands traveled over his muscular body in the steamy shower.

"Have we annoyed you this weekend, Ulysses?" Stacey asked. "I'm betting you haven't even been paying attention though. What with all the cock worshiping we've been giving you."

Ulysses spoke up for the first time in the trio's nearly two day marathon sex session.

"Actually I have been paying attention. You two are worried that your awkward and shy sons aren't enjoying life, won't obtain experience with women, will only sit around and play video games all the time; their nerdy, geeky ways dooming them to a sexless life. Meanwhile, you two are discussing spending more time with them in hopes it will help them feel more comfortable around the opposite sex. The boys will hang out with their aunts, instead of their mothers, potentially avoiding more awkwardness and creating a safe environment where they can relax and possibly open up to you."

The two sisters traded looks, smiled, then laughed. Ulysses recited their plan perfectly.



Chapter 2 

It was close to midnight, US eastern time, when the exhausted sisters arrived to their home in Miami. As they predicted, their sons, Aaron and Bennet, were awake in front of their computers.

The mothers greeted them, asking them if they did anything while they were gone, knowing the answer. The boys said they did their usual routine, online gaming after studying a little for the community college courses they were taking. They didn't go out, didn't go to parties or events, and didn't socialize outside of the house.

Stacey and Trish noticed the house was spotless - another part of their routine. The bathrooms were scrubbed clean, the kitchen looked brand new, leftovers in the fridge. Stacey glanced out her bedroom window to their small swimming pool in the back yard, seeing no debris or leaves. She smiled, making her way to the shower, Trish was already undressing.

The weary travelers stood in the shower together, trying not to fall asleep, Trish resting her head on the taller Stacey's shoulder.

All four of them lived together. Aaron and Bennet had their own rooms, but Stacey and Trish shared the master bedroom.

They've been inseparable since Trish was born a couple years after Stacey - best friends, sisters, almost everything to one another.

Ugly ducklings was a term they often used to describe themselves as teenagers. They both had braces, glasses, acne, all cliché characteristics some teenagers grow out of in their adult years.

Stacey was always the more outgoing, loudmouth, assertive of the two. She had a few more friends than Trish growing up, but most kids thought she was the ugly bitch that always ran her mouth. Trish was the opposite - very shy, quiet, and awkward.

Stacey didn't like being unpopular and an outcast, as much as she tried to fit in, it never worked. This caused bitterness to build. Trish accepted it, too scared to make changes. Until the day she got pregnant with Bennet.

Still living with their parents, Stacey was a sophomore at a local college; Trish was a senior in high school. Stacey, growing more and more frustrated at her lack of friends, and sex, at college, decided to do something crazy. She found another nerdy kid, opened her legs for him, winked at him, and led the poor guy to her parents' house after class.

They were in the basement, her parents still at work, going at it like animals for thirty incredible seconds when the classmate came like a busted fire hydrant into her unprotected pussy.

"Oh wow!" the kid exclaimed, rolling off Stacey onto the cool basement floor.

"Yep," she agreed, catching her breath. A few quiet moments passed, they dressed, and studied for a few classes they shared, avoiding the awkwardness as best they could - until Trish came home.

Stacey had ulterior motives. She wanted to get laid, but she also wanted Trish to lose her virginity too.

"Stacey, who is - " Trish didn't have time to finish her question. Stacey grabbed her, pulling her across the room, standing her in front of the couch.

Stacey grabbed her classmate, tore his shirt off, and pulled his pants down. "Um, uh, Stacey?" the nervous college student asked.

"Shut up!" She pulled his boxers off, pushed him on the couch. Trish watched in shock.

Stacey then removed Trish's glasses, pulling up her shirt as quickly as she could, ignoring her protests, and pushed her onto her classmate. "Hi, I, um," he stuttered.

"Do it!" Stacey commanded.

"But, but, you're here," Trish said, covering her bare breasts.

"I don't care. I'm making some changes to our lives, first is losing our virginity. I went first, now it's your turn," Stacey glared. "Now get to it!"

Trish did nothing for a few seconds, scared and unsure. "Please, don't be silly, I've seen you naked before," Stacey said.

Then she slapped her sister's ass. Trish gasped, fumbled with the guy's cock, guiding it in, wincing in pain, and got to work.

He sat up and guided her to her back on the couch. Stacey watched him fuck her sister as rabidly as he did her earlier that afternoon. She smiled thinking about the changes they would make, watching her sister's eyes close, her mouth slightly open.

Then it was over. "Oh wow, yeah!" he whispered, dumping his load into Trish. "Two in one day! My brother will never believe this!" he squealed.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, now leave. I have to talk to my sister," Stacey pulled him of her.

After he left, Trish dressed, confused about what was happening. Stacey went on to say they weren't going to be ugly ducklings forever; they were going to successful, beautiful women. They were going to have incredible lives. She promised her younger sister that she would make it happen.

Both sisters became pregnant that day. Any plans Stacey would cook up to change their image would have to be put on hold.



Chapter 3 

They were able to finish college, both graduating from the same local school. It took a year longer for Stacey, but with help from family, they made it work.

By the time Trish finished college, they ditched their glasses, their acne cleared up, braces were long gone, and something else was occurring - they were working out regularly. Stacey purchased gym memberships for each of them. Stacey also enrolled them both in yoga, spin, and dance classes at the gym.

Stacey was able to land a high paying sales job, which she excelled at. A year later, she was able to get Trish an accounting job at the same company. Trish loved it, since she didn't have to deal with people as often as Stacey did.

They moved into an apartment together, along with their young sons, and saved as much money as they could.

A few years passed, the sisters looked better than ever. While excelling at their day jobs, Stacey was able to book a few modeling gigs for each of them. Trish was hesitant but after the first photo shoot she wasn't as shy in front of the camera anymore - Stacey loved it. Each time the camera would flash, she'd think about their ugly duckling years and how far they've come.

By the time Stacey was 30; both sisters were offered a lucrative modeling contract, Stacey serving as a manager of sorts. It was enough to allow them to quit their jobs and model full-time. They bought a house together, all four moved in, and they kept working.

By this time their sons were old enough to stay at home alone. Stacey arranged dates every once in a while for her and Trish. Some were double dates, some were just the trio. Some duds, others were not. Trish still had trouble watching her sister ravage and manhandle a man in front of her, not caring. Stacey was so dominant and fierce in bed. As much as Trish tried, she could never, ever be as wild as that.

They traveled more and more, the modeling agency sending them to exotic locales across the globe. Sometimes Stacey would arrange a three-way with a fellow model, or photographer here and there over the years.

They became used to having sex with the same person, at the same time. Sucking a cock together was no big deal. They never viewed it as weird or verging on incestuous. After all, they did everything together.

As they aged through their 30s, they began noticing something very familiar about their sons - the boys were just like them at that age.

After their shower, Stacey flipped through the TV stations, Trish snuggling against her.

"Nothing," Stacey said, not finding anything worth watching. She placed the remote on the bedside table and held her sister tightly.

"So we're going to take those young men out?" she asked Trish.

"Mmhmm. It'll be nice," she replied.

"I wonder how much they jack off while we're away." Stacey wondered out loud.

"Oh my," Trish trailed off.

"I wonder if they do it at the same time. They're sitting there playing their games or whatever and excuse themselves to their rooms," Stacey joked.

"I wonder what they think about. I mean," Trish paused. "! None of our business."

"They probably jack off to their aunts," Stacey blurted out.

"Stacey!" Trish swatted at Stacey's tummy.

"Think about it. The house is spotless, the pool is cleaned, they fixed us dinner, and they are always so sweet to us. We know they don't go out and try to meet girls. I bet young Bennet probably has a huge crush on his Aunt Stacey."

"Maybe Aaron has one on his Aunt Trish," Trish quietly suggested.

"If we take those boys out, we could even flirt with them; maybe have a little fun, you know?" Stacey said.

Trish shrugged, "I guess. If it helps them feel more at ease around women."

"I see us at that age. Nerdy virgins," Stacey said. "We need to help them."

"I agree."

Stacey kissed the top of Trish's head. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

They fell asleep in each other's arms like they always do.



Chapter 4 

"Boo!" Stacey startled her nephew from behind. He was washing dishes after dinner the next night.

"Oh hey," Bennet said after a small jump, continuing one of the many chores he and his cousin did without being asked.

"What are your plans Saturday night?" his aunt asked.

"Uh, well, I was going to do some studying with Aaron then log on to play - "

"Nope! Wrong answer," Stacey interrupted him. "I mean, yes, study. That's very important but afterward you and I are hanging out."

"Hanging out?" Bennet paused, setting a plate in the dishwater.

"Yep. We'll go to dinner and maybe dancing. It'll be great!"

"Um, I, uh," he nervously attempted a reply.

Stacey moved past him, to the refrigerator, grabbing some water. She slapped his ass on the way out of the kitchen. "Goodnight!"

Bennet stood, mouth agape, watching his aunt in her tank top and pajamas shorts make her way toward her bedroom.

Aaron was outside adjusting a sprinkler in the backyard, testing it, making sure it worked for the system it was on. He turned the water off, satisfied it would turn on as scheduled.

"Hi," a soft voice grabbed his attention. His Aunt Trish was standing a few feet away, barefoot on the grass.

"Hey," Aaron nodded to her.

"Nice night," She smiled, looking to the clear night sky.

"Yeah, not too hot either."

"Hey Aaron, I was thinking, if you don't have plans Saturday night, maybe you and I could spend some time together."

"Um, well I was planning on doing some studying with Bennet and afterward," Aaron looked to the grass.

"Play your game," Trish smiled, finishing his thought. She took a few steps closer to him, placing her hand on his shoulder.

"Well, yeah."

"Bennet is going to be hanging out with your mom so I was thinking you and I could hang out."

"He is?"

"Mmhmm. It'll be nice. A nice night out."

"Oh. Well then, I suppose that'll be fine," Aaron adjusted his glasses.

"Great. We'll go to dinner, maybe go to a movie afterward. How's that sound?" Trish asked.

Aaron shrugged, "Sure I guess."

Trish smiled again, hugging her nephew. "Can't wait."

Thirty minutes later, the two sisters were in bed, Stacey flipping through the television, Trish snuggling against her.

"I think this will be wonderful. That's all they need - some female interaction," Trish said.

Stacey turned off the TV and combed her fingers through her sister's long hair. "Yeah maybe. Maybe not."

"What do you mean?"

"Think about us at their age. Before I brought that poor guy home from school. Before we got knocked up. We were so nerdy."

"Yes I remember."

"I think it'll take more than just female interaction to bring them out of their shells, to get them outside, away from their computers," Stacey stated.

"What do you have in mind?" Trish asked.

"I'm not sure. I think we should see how things go this weekend. But I'm leaning toward playing pretend - pretending that it's a date or we're dating them."

"Hmmm, I see."

Stacey shrugged, "I don't know. I'm just thinking out loud. I want them to be hot stud muffins like we turned out to be."

"That may happen on its own. And besides they are. To me at least," Trish said.

Stacey giggled. "I agree! They are very cute, but you know what I mean. I want women throwing themselves at them, I want them out there, confident, dating."

"Again, all that may happen in due time."

"But I want to help!" Stacey laughed.

Trish chuckled, "I know what you mean and we will."

"We'll see how things go Saturday," Stacey said. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight," Trish rose on her elbows, giving her sister a peck on the cheek. They rolled over and spooned, the warmth of each other's bodies quickly guiding them to sleep.



Chapter 5 

All four dressed up; Stacey and Trish picked out their son's clothes for their "dates." Nice khaki pants and tucked in shirts, while they wore their usual short, tight dresses, showing off a lot of toned leg.

The mothers hugged their sons goodnight; the aunts took their nephews to separate restaurants to start their separate evenings.

The sons were quiet and awkward around their aunts. Trish found it odd, blaming her and Stacey's hectic work schedule for causing a rift of sorts.

"Thanks for joining me tonight. Your mother and I work a lot, so it's nice to catch up, you know?" Trish said.

"Yeah," her nephew Aaron dipped a breadstick, avoiding eye contact.


Fitness Model Moms Ch. 02



Author's Note: The story isn't related to part 1. This is its own separate story.

Fitness Model Moms Part 2

Chapter 1

"Mmm, damn woman, that feels good," Amy said, lying topless on her tummy in her bedroom. Her best friend, Monica was sitting on Amy's butt, covered by boxer shorts, massaging her back.

"Glad you like it. I picked up a few tips over the years," Monica said, enjoying her last night visiting Amy in Miami before her drive back to Tampa tomorrow.

"Mmm," Amy moaned. "Monica? Can I tell you a secret?"

"Of course!"

Amy started to move, Monica getting off her butt, lying in the bed next to her. Amy smiled, grabbed a t-shirt, putting it on then curling up next to her friend.

"I think I want another baby," The 37-year-old said.

"Oh? I see. Hmm, you still could at your age," Monica said. "The only issue is your career."

"I know," Amy bit her bottom lip. "But, I know for a fact some models still work when they're pregnant."

"True. They have pregnancy sportswear and stuff. I'm sure you could still find work."

Amy and Monica met when Amy was 21, Monica was 26. They were booked for the same modeling job, and became fast friends.

Both have wild, curly manes of blonde hair -- Monica's a darker shade, occasionally light-brown when she dyes it. Both have similar senses of humor, both are mothers, and both love their careers as fitness models. The only differences are their height and eyes. Amy is five feet tall, blue eyes, several inches shorter than green-eyed Monica.

"Think I should do it?" Amy asked.

"Yes, I think it'd be great," Monica answered. "You thinking of using a donor?"

Amy paused, sitting up in bed, shaking her head of curly blonde hair. "Nope."

Monica was confused.

"The uh, old fashion way."

"Oh, I see. But, I mean, you're single and -- "

"I know!" Amy shrugged. "I guess I need to find someone."

"Are you ready for that?"

"I think so."

"Are you sure? It's been, what, almost a decade since -- "

"Marty passed away," Amy nodded referring to her late husband.

"I know this sounds silly, but do you think he'd be ok with it?"

Amy shrugged, "I'm not married anymore. I fulfilled our vows, our oath to one another. I wouldn't be cheating, or hurting anyone."

"That's true. If he's looking down on you, or listening, I think he'd say 'Yeah go for it! I'm up here, in paradise; I don't care what you do down there!'" Monica said. The two women giggled.

"I guess you're right!"

"The only other concern is the actual mechanics of it. Are you ready to have a man other than Marty penetrate you? Heck, even get you pregnant?" Monica asked.

Amy took a deep breath and nodded. "I think I can! Yes!"

"Like I said you wouldn't be hurting him. I don't think people in Heaven even look down at Earth. They are in such a far better place," Monica said.

"You're so sweet," Amy caressed her friend's face.

Amy got off the bed, walking over to a laptop then brought it back to her bed. Opening it up, waking it, she opened her web browser.

"Don't judge me!" She told Monica. 

"I'm not, but what are you going to show me?"

Amy sighed, "What I've been looking at on occasion."

"Uh oh," Monica feigned concern.

Amy was opening new tabs and selecting a bookmarked website. She did this several times until several tabs were open, loading a website. Monica's eyes widened as the current tab displayed a website with black men, naked, posing in various positions.

"Wow. So this?" Monica asked.

"Yep," Amy nodded. "These too," Amy clicked on the other open tabs, each one containing a bookmarked website featuring naked black men, close-ups of their cocks and finally, one that Amy loved most, a site showing black men and white women having sex.

"Oh my," Monica held her hand to her mouth. Amy scrolled down, an assortment of pictures, animated gifs, videos were displaying. All featured white women sucking or riding black men's cock.

"I don't look all the time, but," Amy shrugged. "It's kinda hot, right?"

Monica nodded slowly, her eyes fixated on a looping animated gif of a white women licking all around a large cockhead.

"Hey! You there?" Amy joked, causing Monica to exit her trance.

"Yes! Why exactly are you looking at this?"

"Well, besides the fact, I've been getting hornier as time moved on, there's also a guy at the gym. I think I may have a crush on him. I don't know!" Amy laughed.

"So he's black?"

"He is."

"You want to date a black guy?"

"Well, not really. I mean, I guess. I don't want to ever get married again, but I do want a baby. I do think I'm ready for sex again, and I gotta admit," Amy looked at the gif on her monitor. "That does look delicious!"

Monica nodded again, her eyes drawn to the long cock that was being serviced by the white girl.

"Hey!" Amy snapped her fingers.

"Sorry. Yes, I think you could date and uh," Monica had trouble talking.

"Kill two birds with one stone? Get laid and get pregnant," Amy completed her friend's thought for her.

"Mmhmm," Monica nodded.

"Sweetie, do you want me to leave so you can be alone for a bit? Just search for interracial gifs or big black cock -- it's so easy to find," Amy teased Monica.

Monica shook her head and chuckled, "No, no it's fine. Let's get ready for bed."

Amy shut the laptop down, putting it back in the corner, and got in bed with Monica. The two friends cuddled; the taller one's arm around the shorter.

"So what's your plan?" Monica asked.

"I'm going to talk to that guy. Just see where it goes," Amy rose on her elbows. "I've been fantasizing about it. You know, dating black men. I thought maybe I could date around and pick three finalists. The winner would be the one to get me pregnant."

"Heh, how would you determine the winner?"

"Well, whichever one is the best."

"Best at what?"

Amy blushed, giggling a bit.

"Ah I see. Best in bed?" Monica asked. Amy nodded, lying back down, resting her head on Monica's shoulder.

They were quiet for a moment, Monica playfully slapped Amy's ass. "You have a nice one of these. I'm sure you could find a few to date. They like nice booties, right?"

"I'm pretty sure all men do. Marty certainly loved it."

"Yes. I know he'd want you to move on and not be sad and lonely for the rest of your life. I just have one question."

"Sure."

"Are you going to tell Caleb?" Monica asked, referring to Amy's son.

Amy rolled onto her back and was quiet for a moment. She ran her hand over the waist band of a pair of boxer shorts Caleb out grew a few years ago. They fit Amy perfectly.

"Yes, at some point I'll have to."

Monica nodded; the two women were quiet for several minutes.

"I want to do this too!" Monica blurted out.

Amy turned around, smiling at her friend, "Really? You want to get pregnant too?"

"No," Monica smiled, biting her bottom lip. "I want to date black men too! I've never done it and I'm not getting younger, might as well!"



Chapter 2

The next morning Amy and Monica were enjoying coffee after breakfast. "So you're going black, you'll be sleeping around to find the best guy in bed, then let him knock you up," Monica said, a night of sleeping on it allowed Amy's plan to sink in.

Amy's son, Caleb walked in, causing Amy to shoot Monica a look, as if to tell her to be quiet.

"Or the biggest!" Monica said, making Amy blush in front of her son.

"What?" Caleb asked, getting some toast. "Biggest what?"

"Nothing, honey," Amy said. "Just work stuff."

"It could take several months to find the biggest one," Monica continued.

Amy rolled her eyes, "Yes, the biggest might not be the best."

Caleb chomped on his toast, sitting next to his mother.

"But yes, they'll be quite a few to try out," Amy winked at Monica. "And I can't wait."

Caleb finished his toast and left. "Does he have a girlfriend?" Monica asked.

"Doubt it. He might, but he hates being at that community college, he doesn't like the people there. He just wants to move on."

"Going there for two years certainly saves some money," Monica said.

"I know! I keep reminding him, only another year of classes then he can transfer to Miami U," Amy said.

Monica finished packing and Amy saw her off. It was Sunday and Amy had plans that afternoon.

Standing in front of her late husband's headstone in the cemetery, Amy pulled away a couple of weeds and brushed away part of a palm tree frond.

"Better," she said.

"Martin, there's something I need to talk to you about," Amy said, switching to "Martin" instead of "Marty" when she had something serious to talk about.

"I've been visiting you often over the years, but I never spoke about what I'm about to tell you now," Amy added.

She paused, took a deep breath. "I'm horny. I've been getting more and more horny in the past year. Not only that, but I want to have another baby before I'm too old."

"Sometimes I'll touch myself," Amy admitted to the headstone, looking at his name etched into it. "Sometimes I'll even look at, um, adult material."

Thinking of Monica's words the previous night, Amy continued, "I want to kill two birds with one stone. I want to have sex and choose the most enjoyable man to impregnate me. I will never, ever marry again, but this little journey will provide me with what I want."

"After the baby is born," Amy shrugged. "I'll be done, I'll be happy to go on raising the child as a single mom."

Amy took a step back, turning around. She stopped herself, facing the grave again. "Oh yeah, one other thing. I really, really want to see what it's like having sex with black men. I've been looking at a lot of interracial porn lately. And, well, I want to, um, go black!"

Something caught Amy's eye in her peripheral vision. She turned to her right seeing an elderly couple at a nearby headstone. The women's mouth was hanging open in shock.

"Um, sorry," Amy's eyes darted from side-to-side. She leaned down to whisper to the headstone, "We'll talk later."

Amy quickly rushed off, feeling better for confessing her plans, and embarrassed that the older couple heard her.

"Hank," the woman spoke up. "Did that woman just say what I think -- "

"Yep," Hank interrupted her, putting his arm around the woman's waist, taking their leave.

**

Later that afternoon, Amy worked on her tan in the backyard. She thought about her plan. Tomorrow at the gym, she'd approach the black man she had a crush on. He was huge, very tall, and very muscular. Amy smiled, thinking of seeing him naked, her hand trailing down her washboard tummy.

There was one, final person she wanted to run her plan by -- her son Caleb.

After taking a shower, the towel wrapped around her as she brushed her hair, Amy walked toward Caleb's room.

"Come in," he said after she knocked. He was sitting at his desk checking email.

"Can we talk?" his mother asked.

"Sure."

Amy set her brush on his desk, motioned him to back away in his chair to make room for her. She sat on her son's lap, the towel still wrapped around her body.

"What is it?" Caleb asked.

Amy stared for a moment at her son. He looked a lot like her late husband -- dark hair, blue eyes, tall.

"Honey, I need to be honest with you about something."

"Sure, what's going on?"

Amy chose her words wisely. "You know I'm not that old and I've been thinking about something for a while now. I've made a decision."

"Am I in trouble?"

"No! Nothing like that. It has nothing to do with you. Actually, it kind of does. Honey, what are your thoughts on having a baby brother or sister?"

"Um, well, I guess that's ok. Are you thinking about having a baby, mom?" Caleb asked.

"I am."

"Hmm, I see," he looked away.

"Would this bother you?" Amy tipped her son's chin so he was facing her.

"Well, not really. I mean, I don't think it would," Caleb shrugged.

"It won't really affect you. Except for maybe the baby waking you up at night from crying," Amy smiled. "Other than that, your life won't change."

"Right," Caleb nodded.

"I mean, I'd love some help every once in a while. You could change diapers for me!"

"Heh, sure Mom," Caleb said. "So are you using a donor or a segregate?"

"As I told you, I'm not THAT old," Amy tussled his dark hair. Her tone and face went serious, "you're an adult now."

"What are you getting at?"

"I can talk with you about an adult topic. You're almost 19."

Caleb raised an eyebrow, knowing where this was going.

"I haven't, um, been with a man since your father passed away. We're coming up on ten years."

"Oh, I see, um -- "

"I just thought," Amy interrupted him. "Well, I could kill two birds with one stone. I could date some; I could maybe um, have intercourse, and get pregnant in the process."

"Right. I see. Yeah," Caleb said, hoping this little chat was over.

"I hope you understand."

"No, I do. I really do. You're not old, you're lonely, and you want to be a mom again. You and dad technically aren't married anymore."

"And I'll never marry again. This is just for me to love and raise a baby one last time before I'm too old. Once I get pregnant from the right guy, I'm done."

"Gotcha. Date some, crap like that, choose the nicest guy," Caleb stated, having trouble with this adult conversation.

"Yes! Something along those lines. I just need to know if you're ok with me doing this."

"It's not a problem, Mom. Next year, after another year in community college, I'll be gone."

"You'll be at Miami, right?"

Caleb shrugged, "Maybe. I might not get accepted. But If I am, I still want to live on campus."

Amy nodded, "I see." She didn't want to talk about that just yet; one thing at a time.

She stood off Caleb's lap. "Alright, so we're good?" Caleb asked.

"I think so. Are you?"

"It's cool, Mom. Really it is. Just don't talk about it, don't flaunt your dates and your dating life around me. I've had poor luck with girls, I don't need to be reminded that I'm alone."

"Caleb," Amy put her hands on her hips. "You are NOT alone. Stand up."

Caleb shrugged, doing what he was told. Amy threw her arms around his waist squeezing him hard. "Don't ever think that. I'm always here for you when you need me."

"Ok, Mom," Caleb smiled, patting her back.

"You look so much like your dad," Amy ended the hugging, looking upward, caressing her son's face. She thought about how much she still missed her late husband.

Their eyes met, Amy looked away before she teared up.

"Alright, good talk, I will see you later tonight!" Amy exiting his room.

Pushing away sad thoughts of Marty, she unwrapped the towel around her, walking naked toward her room. "Mmmm, starting tomorrow, time for me to get some black cock!"

She nearly rubbed herself raw, looking at interracial porn before falling asleep. Her last thoughts for the night were she now had the green light from her son to go out and get pregnant. She also had Monica's comforting words about Marty. She wouldn't be hurting him; it's been ten years and he's in a far better place.

The final thing on Amy's checklist was going on birth control until she found the right black man to be bred by.



Chapter 3

She bided her time all week, altering her schedule to attend the gym later, staying longer than usual, watching the black man she wanted to sleep with. She learned his schedule, figuring out when he left. He stayed very late, near closing, and was usually never alone.

On Friday, Amy lucked out. The man wasn't with a friend.

The entire workout session, she watched him, lusted after him, imagining herself undressing for him, mating with him.

He picked up on Amy's signal, nodding, smiling politely to her as he went to various machines and free weights.

Finally, near closing time, right before midnight, Amy approached him, leaving with him. "Hi!" she smiled at the huge man.

"Hey. How are you?" he said, looking to Amy, towering over her.

"Good. I've seen you around some, I thought I'd introduce myself," Amy said. "I'm Amy," she extended her hand.

He shook it, his huge hand covering her small, dainty one. "I'm Ronnie. Nice to meet you."

"So, uh, do you compete?" Amy asked.

"Compete?"

"Yes. You're huge!"

"Oh, right. Body building. I've thought about it. I may at some point," Ronnie smiled, licking his lips, looking over Amy in her tight spandex top and shorts.

Amy blushed, "So um -- "

"Dinner tomorrow?" Ronnie said, reading her mind, smiling.

"Yes!" she blurted out, laughing. She couldn't believe it was this easy.

"Good," Ronnie said.

They exchanged numbers and decided to meet the following evening at a new Italian restaurant near the gym.

Amy watched him pull out of the parking lot, beaming. She decided to call Monica.

"Ugh! Ugh!" Monica grunted on her back, in her bed, getting fucked by someone she met at the gym too. He was an 18-year-old black high school quarterback.

"Ah shit," he whispered, slamming his hips into the older, white fitness model mom.

Monica's phone rang, she recognized the ring tone. She stopped the young man, reaching to answer the call. "Hello?"

"I have a date! Tomorrow night!" Amy ecstatically said.

"Oh, uh, that's great. Really great," Monica said. The quarterback leaned down, sucking at Monica's tits, and then licking up to her neck.

"Are you ok? You sound busy," Amy said.

"Yes!" Monica moaned when his tongue reached her ear. "I mean, I'm fine."

"Hmm, you are busy. What are you -- "

"I'm getting fucked. Ok, sweetie? And he is doing a VERY good job," Monica said.

"Monica!"

"I told you I was going black too! We'll talk later, bye!" Monica's thumb missed the end call button. She placed the phone back on her bedside table.

Amy gasped listening to her friend on the other line. "Now then, keep giving me that big black dick! Yes! Just like that! Your mom thinks you're at a friend's house, right?" Monica asked.

"Yes ma'am," the teen replied. Amy hung up and got in her car, giggling.

**

The next evening at 8:30 pm Amy's mouth hung open, eyes wide with shock as she stared at Ronnie's massive member directly in front of her.

"It's small isn't it?" Ronnie asked, pretending to be sad. "I'm sorry, I'll put it away."

"No!" Amy stopped him.

"Heh, I think we both knew where this was going when you came back to my apartment," Ronnie smiled. Ronnie was standing in front of her. She sat on the couch and watched him fish out his cock.

"Uh huh," Amy nodded.

"Now then, how about some dessert? Unfortunately, It's a bit salty and takes some work to get, but I think you'll love it!" Ronnie said.

"Love it, yes," Amy looked on, still in a daze.

Ronnie snapped his fingers, "Hello? You home?" He joked again, "Oh, I see how it is. It doesn't impress you. I'll just put the little guy away."

"No!" Amy shouted, quickly grabbing his cock by the base, stuffing it in her mouth, sucking and slurping all over the tip.

"So good, so delicious," Amy thought. "I'm doing it!"

"Easy, easy now. We got all night," Ronnie said, stepping out of his pants, while Amy hungrily sucked on a cock for the first time in almost a decade.

Ronnie sat on the couch, watching Amy work. Her mouth was so stretched she could hardly insert it into her throat.

Amy, on her knees in front of Ronnie now, lifted her dress and began furiously rubbing herself. "Yes, yes!" she thought.

"Ahh, that's it baby, that's it," Ronnie leaned his head.

Amy, cum-lusting, growled at Ronnie, taking his cock out of her mouth. "Give me that cum!"

"Whoa, whoa, damn girl!"

"I haven't had this in a very long time. Now blast the back of my throat with your cum!"

"You got it. But we aren't done after that," Ronnie said, standing. "Get ready."

His huge, dark brown hands on each side of Amy's head, he began face-fucking her. "Incredible," she thought, letting Ronnie use her mouth.




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Several moments passed, Amy's eyes rolling into the back of her head as she brought herself to an orgasm with her fingers.

Drool hanging from her chin, Ronnie worked towards his own climax. "That's it, just like that. I'm going to give you that cum, baby."

The slamming of Ronnie's abdomen against Amy's head stopped, he tensed up, his legs shook, he gripped her head and unloaded his seed down her throat. "Ahhhh yeahhh," he moaned, his cock injecting her throat with cum.

Amy came again, feeling his cock pulsate in her mouth as it delivered baby-making semen down her gullet. She wondered if she'd find the best lay on the first try. She had to remind herself they hadn't even had sex yet.

That changed minutes later.

The second that big, fat, juicy black cock entered her pussy Amy nearly climaxed -- and did a few seconds later.

Ronnie tore off her black dress, picked her up, and slammed her on his bed. Still hard as a rock and throbbing, he drilled into her.

"Mmm that's a tight pussy," he said, propping himself up with his fists, his muscular ass flexing as he slid in and out of her -- stretching her.

He went slow at first, but like Amy's ability to cum, it didn't take long for him to go faster and faster.

"This is, this is insane," she whispered, her short legs not fully able to wrap around Ronnie's hulking frame.

Amy climaxed, stretched like never before. Ronnie grabbed the headboard and kept pounding away at her pussy. "Come on! Come on!" he ordered her with each impact.

"Ahhh, Ro-Ronnie!" Amy cried out, the bed slamming against the wall.

"I saw the way you looked at me all week. I knew you wanted black dick!" Ronnie said, working up a sweat.

"Yes!"

"Get ready for another load. I'm going to fill this pussy up!"

"Yes!" Amy screamed out. Oh how she wished she wasn't on birth control so she could be bred by this brute.

"Ahh yeah!" Ronnie yelled, arching his back, impaling her one last time before he erupted in her.

Amy orgasmed again as her pussy was filled to the brim, overflowing onto Ronnie's bed.

They both calmed down, Ronnie lowering himself to suck at her breasts. "I love white pussy. Love it."

Amy was out of breath, coming down off the orgasms, "I love, I love black cock," she managed to whisper.

Hours later, near dawn, both covered in sweat, Amy's legs were giving out. She was squatting up and down on Ronnie as he sat on his bed.

She was a total, orgasmic mess, but didn't want to stop riding him, milking his cock. Ronnie grunted, pulling her blonde hair back, sucking on her tits as he filled her again -- one last time for the night.

He fell back, bringing her with him. Amy lay on his chest, heaving, panting, while his cock slurped out of her oozing pussy -- exhausted finally.

They kissed goodbye, Ronnie slapped her ass, saying he'll see her again. Amy knew this would be true.

She arrived home shortly before 7am. She adjusted her torn dress, her disheveled hair, and peeped in on a sleeping Caleb.

"Good morning," She whispered. "Mommy had fun last night."

Amy left Caleb asleep in his room. She entered her own room, removed her torn dress, collapsing on her bed nude.

Just before sleep overtook her, she felt more semen ooze out of her pussy.



Chapter 4



It was noon. The sounds of a church choir echoed through the halls of an old church. The service had just ended. Another sound echoed as well. The sound of Monica moaning and cumming. She went to church that morning -- a black church -- for an obvious reason.

"You gonna have to come back and visit us sometime," the 50-year-old pastor said.

Monica was on all fours, her dressed pulled up, her pussy filled with black cock again.

"I, I will!" She cried.

"We love and accept everybody here. Don't matter what color you are," he explained, taking her from behind.

"I can give you this!" Monica said, meeting his hips with her ass.

"Whew!" The pastor wiped his forehead. "Hallelujah!"

Her phone rang, she recognized the ring tone. "Hey Amy," she answered.

"Hey there. I have to tell you about last night. I just woke up and -- "

"Ahh! Yes! Mmmm, Amy, let me call you back," Monica said.

"Again? Are you -- "

"We'll talk later!" Monica's thumb missed the end call button again. Amy listed for a few seconds.

"Mmm, this is a wonderful tithe and offering to the church!" The pastor said.

"Uh huh!"

"Here's one for you!" the pastor pulled out, Monica went to her knees and sucked his black cock as he shot his load in her mouth.

Amy hung up the phone. "Ok, well Monica is busy," Amy said aloud, fixing a salad for her and Caleb's lunch.

"Busy with what, Mom?" her son asked, entering the kitchen.

"Oh nothing, um, house work. Let's eat, sweetie!"

"Are you ok?" Caleb asked.

"Hmm? I'm fine. Why do you ask?"

"Well, you're limping a bit and you're kinda hunched over. Did you hurt your back at the gym?"

Amy blushed, giggling, "Um, yes, yes. My workout was too long and hard."

She chuckled after catching the double meaning of her words, sitting the salad bowl on the table for her and Caleb.

**

That evening in her bathtub, Amy finally got a hold of Monica. She was in her tub as well.

"That's crazy. You've had several since you got back from your visit here and I've only had one," Amy said, referring to the number of black men she slept with.

"I know. This is wild. It just happened," Monica said. There was a short pause. "It's addictive."

Amy closed her eyes, casually rubbing her clit under the water. "Mmmm."

"Amy are you -- "

"Yes," Amy laughed.

"Me too," Monica whispered. There was another pause, heavy breathing. "Thinking about black cock."

"Me too," Amy whispered.

"Go out and get more. You said you were going to find the best."

"I know. I can't go after a younger guy like you though. Caleb might know him."

"Try a college student. If he goes to a different school, Caleb probably won't know him. Mmm," Monica moaned.

"Feel good?"

"Yes."

There was another pause, more heavy breathing. "A-Amy," Monica whimpered. She was cumming.

Amy stopped playing with herself and listened to Monica climax on the other end of the phone.

"Wow," Amy mouthed when Monica was done.

They ended their call, Amy ended her bath. She brought herself an orgasm, thinking of Ronnie, college students, and Monica.

**

Amy was sore the next couple days, but that didn't stop of her from fucking Ronnie after working out with him. He took her behind the gym one night, in his car the next, snuck her into the men's bathroom the next night, then Friday night Amy rode his cock to exhaustion in the sauna. No one came back there and saw the soaking wet duo fucking like rabbits.

Amy needed more, a larger sample to choose from.

She dragged Caleb to the beach on Saturday. "Does this embarrass you, sweetie?" Amy turned around in her high-end, designer, thong bikini a client supplied her for a past photo shoot.

"Uh, no. No it's fine," Caleb shrugged looking away.

Amy sat on her towel next to her son for a few moments after applying sun tan lotion. She scanned the beach and found something that made her pussy drip.

"Do you know them?" Amy asked her son.

Caleb looked over to the group of college age students playing beach volleyball. Some were black.

"Nah," Caleb shook his head.

"Do you to play?"

"Beach volleyball with them?"

"Sure!"

"No. I'll pass."

"Please?" Amy pleaded.

"No, I don't know them. I don't care. In fact, I was thinking of taking a swim."

"Oh alright," Amy pouted. "I'm going to though."

"Go right ahead," Caleb told his mother, standing. "I'll be in the water."

**

It took 20 minutes of playful banter, flirting, and beach volleyball for Amy to get a black cock in her. He was 21, played football for University of Miami, and royally fucking her in the men's room at the beach pavilion area.

They were in bathroom stall, Amy straddling him, bouncing up and down on him. He stood, holding her by her ass, getting ready to cum.

He didn't last as long and wasn't as good as Ronnie, but she enjoyed it.

"You gotta come to our frat pool party tomorrow. All the team will be there, the basketball team too," the student said.

"Does that mean what I think it's means?"

"You won't be able to walk for a few days," he said.

"Good," Amy winked, kissing him passionately.

"I can't wait to tell Monica," she thought while kissing him.



Chapter 5

They parted ways, Amy rinsed off sand and semen under the beach shower near the exit. She found Caleb, waving to him from the beach. She thought about going out there to him, hugging him, swimming with him, but she just had sex and thought it might be weird.

Caleb exited the water, nodding to her. They sat relatively quiet, soaking in rays from the sun.

When it was time to go, Caleb spoke up, gathering his towel, "You look nice."

"Huh?"

"I said you look nice. I mean, if you wanted a guy, you could find one," Caleb said.

"Caleb," Amy ran her hand over her son's chest, "that's so sweet of you."

She caressed his face, thinking about how he reminded her of her late husband, "I love you."

"Love you too, Mom."

They gathered their things and left the beach.

That night Amy snuggled on the couch with her son, watching a movie.

"So how are things going? Or do I want to know?" Caleb asked when the movie ended.

"Oh, you mean about getting pregnant?" Amy asked. Caleb nodded.

"I haven't found the right guy yet. While you were swimming in the water, ignoring me," Amy pouted, putting Caleb's arm around her. "I met a nice guy. We'll hang out some tomorrow."

"Ah I see. Well good luck."

"Come to bed with me," Amy kissed his cheek.

"Uh, what?"

"Until I fall asleep, then you can go to your own."

"Sure," Caleb shrugged.

"Carry me."

"What?"

Amy laughed. "Your dad would do that. He'd pick me up and carry me to bed. Then we'd," Amy moaned.

"Whoa, too much info," Caleb interrupted her. He picked his mother up, carrying her upstairs, gently laying her on the bed. They held each other for a few minutes before she fell asleep.

**

The next afternoon, Amy was being carried the exact way at the pool party at the frat house. Except she was naked and being tossed around like a beach ball -- literally and figuratively.

A big black linebacker would grab her from another teammate, her legs went around his waist, and he'd slide his cock in. He thrust upward into Amy just before he was ready to cum, then pass her to another player. He'd fuck her, until he was about to cum, stop, and then pass her to another.

Thirty of them did this, until one tossed her into the swimming pool. Amy climbed onto a huge float, spread her legs, and waited a few seconds until someone was on top of her. She floated on the water, college students taking turns with her, and then flopping back into the water. She was one of four white women there at the mostly all black frat party. She wondered why none of them came in her.

She found out that night inside the frat house. They passed Amy around a few times, eventually winding down. Amy noticed they were jacking off in plastic cups. 30-40 of them, spewing their loads in cups.

"Drink up," the guy she met at the beach instructed.

"Um."

Another handed her a cup containing more semen than the first. "Go ahead," he smiled.

Amy breathed it in, smiled, nodded and gulped it all down. She did the same with the next cup, then a third. She couldn't wait to tell Monica.

**

Monica was at a photo shoot. She was with a partner that day, shooting for a fitness magazine cover. The photographer was getting some greats shots. Monica had practically undressed the black model with her eyes.

For the last few photos, Monica was on her knees, in front of him -- his crotch at her left shoulder.

"Good, perfect! I think this will do it for today. Thanks, you two," the photographer said.

Monica turned to her left, his crotch in her face. He was looking to her, the sexual tension undeniable. Looking to his face, a small grin formed on her lips.

An hour later in his hotel room, Monica stood before him, eyes going up and down his muscular black body. She removed her bikini top, and then stepped out of her thong. She stepped forward, placing her hands on his abs, kissing him deeply.

She kissed down his body, going to her knees. She pulled his swim trunks down, his long, straight cock, popping upward. Monica moaned, licking it, kissing it.

"Mmm, Ulysses," Monica said. "My best friend would love this."

Ulysses chuckled, pulling Monica to her feet, "You're beautiful."

"So are you," she said.

They kissed again, Ulysses scooped her up and took her to bed.

Two hours later, Monica was on all fours once again, while Ulysses slowly glided his cock in and out of her from behind. Her eyes were closed, she was in another world.

Her phone rang, a familiar ring tone caused her to answer.

"Ahhh, Amy, mmmm, yes," she managed to get.

Amy, her breath and mouth smelling and tasting of semen, couldn't reply. She was driving home from the pool party late that night.

"I'll call, tomorrow," Monica said, tossing her phone on the mattress.

Amy listened to Monica climax again, her voice wasn't the only thing she heard. She heard a man's voice, moaning along with her friend.

**

"You drank it all?" Monica asked on the phone the night. Both women were in the bathtubs again.

"Yes," Amy said, she was rubbing her clit. "It was so good."

Monica was doing the same, "Mmhmm. Cum for me."

"What?"

Amy heard heavy breathing.

"Think about those big black cocks going in and out you, getting you pregnant," Monica said.

"Oh Monica, yes, yes!" Amy cried out.

"That's it. Cum for me!"

"Ughnnnn," Amy moaned soulfully on the phone.

"Mmm Ulysses," Monica said.

"Who?" Amy asked, out of breath.

"I had him last night. After a photo shoot. You need him," Monica said in between heavy breathing.

"Mmmm-Monica," Amy said.

Monica came next. "Mmm shit. What's gotten into us."

"No idea. I hope Caleb didn't hear me," Amy said, regaining her composure.

"Anyway I better go. But yes, you'd love Ulysses," Monica said. The two friends ended their call.



Chapter 6

"Please be careful," Amy hugged Caleb. He was going to Daytona with a few friends during spring break. They convinced him to come along, even though he wasn't yet attending a four-year university.

"I will," Caleb bent down to hug his mother. "What will you do?"

"I have a photo shoot lined up. Other than that, I'm not sure!"

She looked to his face, caressing it, she would miss him, but had plans.

The image of her son was replaced by a black man; the front door of their home became a front door of his apartment. The sunlight was gone; it was night time several hours later.

Amy rode him all night.

The next night Amy crashed through her bedroom door in the arms of another black man. He slammed her on her bed, climbed on top and fucked her all night.

On Monday, Amy had a photo shoot and afterward picked up the college student she met at the beach. She took him back to her house and took him to bed.

The next day two of his friends showed up. Amy took a cock in her pussy, ass, and mouth all day and night.

Wednesday brought two more friends, bringing the total to five. She rode their cocks in her bed, in her bathroom, in the kitchen. This continued on until Friday night.

Amy and her five young, black friends went to a club. They took turns dancing with her, grinding their erection against her, and getting sucked off in the bathroom by her.

She met another black man. He was a massive, mountainous man, who approached her. He introduced himself at the owner of the club, checking in on things from out of town. He was wearing a black suit, rings, a gold watch, and smelled like money.

"I'm Fat Rob," he kissing her hand.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Amy," she smiled up at him.

"Likewise, Miss Amy. What brings you here to my club tonight?"

"Well, Fat Rob, I think you know the answer."

"Heh, I do, Miss Amy."

"Why do they call you Fat Rob?"

"Follow me and I'll show you," Fat Rob explained.

It was the fattest cock Amy had ever seen. In the back office area, her mouth was sore from it being stretched by Fat Rob's big, fat dick.

"Mmm, that's it Miss Amy. Work that dick," Fat Rob said brushing her blonde hair behind her ear.

"Come home with me," Amy said, popping the cockhead out of her mouth.

"Miss Amy I'm not sure about that. I have an entourage with me," Fat Rob said. Amy looked around the office room, counting six other black men, Fat Rob's associates.

"They can come too."

Amy rode Fat Rob first in her bed. She mounted him and nearly screamed when his thick cock entered her, stretching her like nothing ever had.

As she fucked him, Fat Rob grinning, watching her, the sounds of other white women climaxing echoed through her home.

Fat Rob, six of his men, plus the five college friends that were already staying at Amy's, had several other white women with them. All were busy fucking them.

"Oh yes!" Amy was cumming again, never feeling so full, so stretched before. "YESSS!!!!" she arched her back, Fat Rob nodding his head watching the short white woman cum on his cock.

The orgy continued the next day and night, breaking for a wild night of dancing at Fat Rob's club on Saturday, then resuming until Sunday morning.

Sunday morning, Amy tip-toed through bodies of black men and white women, sleeping, all over her house. She smiled, limping, naked, surveying the sex-zone. She arrived at her bedroom door, seeing the huge Fat Rob sleeping.

"Looks like he's a possibility," Amy thought. She walked over to him, pulled the sheets off, and kissed his cock awake.

"Mmm, want some more for breakfast, Miss Amy?" Fat Rob asked.

"Mmhmm," Amy said, licking and servicing his huge, fat cock.

"Good. I could use mouth work before we head to Tampa."

"Tampa?" Amy asked, spitting on his cock and jacking it with both hands.

"That's right. I gotta check on another club I own there."

Amy smiled, thinking of Monica. "I know the perfect place you can stay."

**

Fat Rob and his crew, along with the college students left before noon. Amy showered, getting her oversexed body clean, and masturbating while she was at it. Caleb would be home in a few hours, she had some cleaning to do.

After a nice dinner that evening with her son, Amy retired to her bedroom. She called Monica.

Monica recognized the ring tone, answering it. She was riding Fat Rob, one of his men was behind her, taking her anally, and a third was getting his cock sucked by Monica.

"Amy," Monica took the cock out of her mouth. "Thanks for sending them here. Gotta go!"

Amy laughed and hung up.



Chapter 7

A month flew by. Amy continued sleeping with Ronnie. She had sex with him at the gym, at his apartment, he'd occasionally come over to Amy's house late in the evening, leaving before dawn. Fat Rob was in town once more to deal with business at his Miami club. Amy's pussy was stretched out once more by him at his club, then later at his hotel.

Amy and Monica continued their masturbatory phone calls, Monica going on and on about how amazing Ulysses was. Amy was ecstatic to learn she'd be shooting with Ulysses in Miami later in the week, prompting a phone call with Monica where the two women rubbed themselves silly talking about him.

"Monica, I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" Amy whispered on her phone a few nights before her photo shoot with Ulysses.

"Me too! Yes!" Monica said on the other end.

After the two women settled down, Amy spoke up. "Come here. Drive here tomorrow. Please," Amy said tweaking one of her nipples.




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"We'll go black cock hunting," Amy added.

"Mmmm, sounds wonderful," Monica said, still rubbing her clit in the bathtub. "Then what?"

Amy paused, closing her eyes, "We'll, we'll come back here. Get in bed."

"Yeah?" Monica asked, breathing becoming erratic again.

"Mmm, Monica, this is crazy."

"I've never been hornier."

"We'd have to take care of each other," Amy said.

"Yes, in bed," Monica whispered. "I want you to clean my pussy of all the cum black men leave in it."

Amy nearly dropped the phone in her bath water. "I, uh."

"Or not. I don't know what's gotten into me," Monica added.

"No, it's fine, we are working ourselves up into a frenzy is all," Amy stated.

"Yes. I better get off the phone and head to bed. I have a long drive tomorrow."

"You're really going to come here? I mean, that'd be nice, but I was sorta of thinking out loud," Amy said.

"It's fine. I'd love to see you again. We don't have to go out. Maybe we can hang out with Caleb," Monica suggested, her horniness decreasing, her senses returning.

"Yes, that'd be great," Amy smiled. They ended their phone call, finished their bath and went to bed.

**

They next night, they didn't spend it with Caleb. The fitness model moms got dressed and went out. While Fat Rob wasn't in town, they went to one of his clubs in Miami. Amy and Monica danced with one another mostly, that is until they saw Ronnie.

He wasn't alone. Another hulking black man was with him. Amy immediately grabbed Monica's hand and led her to Ronnie.

"Hey there," Ronnie said, hugging Amy, squeezing her ass through her short dress. She introduced him to Monica. Ronnie introduced them to Rodney, his brother.

Amy glanced at Monica, the two women nodded. "Want to get out of here?" Amy asked Ronnie.

He and Rodney looked over their shoulder at a table with white women. The two black men talked amongst themselves. Amy overheard Ronnie tell Rodney that "this little bitch has some good pussy."

They walked to the table of women, informing them to meet back up at Ronnie's apartment later. The men escorted Amy and Monica out of the club. They followed Ronnie and Rodney back to Ronnie's apartment.

The two women blushed watching each other undress at Ronnie's. Ronnie and his brother Rodney, were already nude, sitting next to one another on the couch, jacking their cocks, waiting.

Amy rode Rodney, Monica on Ronnie. "Uhnn," Rodney moaned.

"See? I told you she had a good pussy. This one isn't bad either," Ronnie said, gripping Monica's waist.

Amy and Monica kept riding the two men. They traded looks of lust and wanton desires at each other. Both women came at the same time. They switched men and kept going.

They had never been hornier; they rode the two black men, best friends, climaxing together, relishing in how slutty each other looked.

They loved watching each other fuck. They loved tasting each other on the black men's cock. They sucked and cleaned the cocks, eyes on each other, watching one another, trying to look as sexy as possible while sucking black cock.

They swirled their tongues all over the cockheads, making each other hornier. They were interrupted a few moments later.

More white women showed up, Amy and Monica quietly got dressed, said goodbye to the men. They held hands back to Amy's car and went home in a silent car ride.

**

Caleb was asleep when they arrived, quietly making their way to Amy's bedroom.

"I think I'll grab a shower," Amy said. She entered the bathroom, closing the door, undressing.

She couldn't help but touch herself. Thinking of Monica riding and sucking on black cock, how hot it looked, letting the steam envelope her. Amy stopped herself, shaking her head, "This is just a phase."

Her quiet, soothing shower was interrupted by Monica. They said nothing to one another, Amy watching her friend enter the shower, rinsing her hair and body.

They paused before speaking at the same time, calling each other's name, laughing awkwardly.

"You first," Monica suggested.

"Sorry. I'm not sure what's happening here."

"Same. You looked so sexy riding those black men."

"You too," Amy placed her hand on Monica's washboard tummy. "So sexy sucking their cocks."

"It's like we were trying to put on a show for one another."

"Exactly. But I liked it."

"Me too," Monica rested her hand on Amy's shoulder.

"I've never been so horny before. It consumes me. I want it all the time, I want," Amy trailed off.

"Want what?"

Amy shrugged, eyes to her feet, watching the hot water circling the drain.

"I feel the same. I'm always masturbating when I'm not hunting for dick," Monica said.

"Yes I've heard you. I've heard you cum, heard you have sex, I've seen you do all those things too -- like tonight."

"Yes, tonight," Monica gazed into Amy's eyes. "So sexy," she bent down, gently kissing her friend on the lips.

Amy kissed back, pulling Monica to her. Breaking the kiss, out of breath, Amy spoke up. "This is crazy."

"I know."

Amy bit her bottom lip, "We need to be quiet. Caleb is sleeping."

"We will."

The two women nodded at one another. Driven by lust, carnal desires, and the need to cum again, they passionately kissed again, holding one another, pushing each other against walls in the shower stall.

Crashing onto Amy's bed moments later, still soaking wet, they kept at it, rolling around on top of one another, kissing frantically.

They never spoke. Visions of their white bodies servicing black ones flooded their minds. Their pussies grinding against one another as if to reward the other for bringing up or deciding to go down this path. They wanted to reward each other for putting on sexy shows, for helping one another masturbate in the bathtubs all those nights, for being a friend.

They stifled moans as best they could, careful not to wake Amy's sleeping son. They went for hours, rolling around, grinding, scissoring. 

Near dawn, exhausted, they lay next to one another tenderly kissing.

"When I'm done, when I get pregnant, I'm back to normal," Amy admitted.

"No more going out? No more black men?"

Amy shook her head, "No more. I'll be having and taking care of my baby -- a single mommy. I'm ok with that."

"I sort of thought that's what would happen," Monica said. "You haven't been the most sexual person over the years since Marty passed away. Deep down, I figured you were getting this out of your system, a decade of pent of lust."

"Yeah. What about you? Will you keep on?"

Monica shrugged, "Maybe. I don't want to remarry either, but I could see myself spending time with Ulysses every once in a while."

"Is he really that good?"

"Beyond amazing."

"I guess I'll find out soon enough."

"Oh you will," Monica smiled, kissing Amy again.

"Will you stay here? For the rest of the week?"

"Sure. I've got nothing booked. I'll be glad to stay," Monica answered.

Amy paused, giggling a bit, "Maybe you could, uh, take care of Caleb while I'm with Ulysses."

Monica chuckled, "Oh really?"

Amy shrugged, "Sure why not? I love that boy and I have no idea how sexually active he is. I've, we've been VERY sexually active the last few weeks. Want to take him to bed? Go for it."

Monica said nothing, a skeptical look on her face. "You have fun tomorrow night. Ulysses is a great guy. If you invite him out after the photo shoot, then ask if you can come into his hotel room, he'll flash a nice smile, say 'sure,' hold the door open for you then make sweet, sweet chocolate love to you all night."

Amy burst into laughter. "Sounds delicious!"



Chapter 8

It happened just like Monica said it would. That evening, after her photo shoot, Amy found herself on her knees before a nude Ulysses in his hotel room, her pussy dripping over how toned and perfect his body was. She was kissing over his abs, down to his long, straight cock. She was licking and kissing down the shaft to his balls, his pubic hair trim and neat.

Monica was sitting on the couch next to Caleb at Amy's house. "So you are cool with your mom wanting to have another baby?"

Caleb shrugged. "I guess. No biggie. I'll be around awhile. I'll be glad to help out."

"That's sweet of you. I don't think she's looking to marry ever again, but she told you how she's going about getting pregnant?"

"Heh. Yeah. It was verging on too much info. I read between the lines. She's a grown up, single, she says she hasn't had -- "

"Sex?" Monica interrupted him, finishing his thought.

"Right. In a long time. So it's whatever."

At Ulysses' hotel room, he bent down, picking Amy up, her legs going around his waist. He gently guided his cock in, Amy moaning, staring into his dark eyes. He turned, walking toward the bed and sat on it, kissing her for several minutes before rolling her over to her back. Kissing at her neck he slowly, methodically, slid is cock in and out of her.

"What about you?" Monica asked Caleb back at Amy's house.

"Me?"

"Yes," she tickled his side. "Do you have a girlfriend?"

"Nah. I don't like any of the girls at the community college I'm at. Maybe after I finish my core classes and get out of there I'll meet someone."

"I see. Are you," Monica flashed him a crooked smile. "Experienced?"

Caleb turned away from the TV, gulping, "Um, you mean, am I a virgin?"

Monica nodded.

Amy was shaking under Ulysses. He was so slow, loving, yet-machine like, never stopping, never pausing -- continuously going in and out of her, rolling his hips, grinding against her clit.

He paused only to sit up, resting on his knees, bringing Amy with him. Staring into her eyes, watching her face contort with pleasure, he began bouncing her up and down.

"Yes, yes," she whimpered. "In-incredible." Ulysses kissed her again, squeezing her ass as he bounced her.

"No. I'm not a virgin," Caleb answered Monica.

"Have you and your mom talked about sex much?"

"Not really. I only know she hasn't gotten any since dad passed."

"But you have. Tell me about it," Monica asked.

"It was a girl back in high school. Senior prom. Kinda lame."

"Why was it lame?"

Caleb looked away embarrassed. Monica placed her hand on his thigh, "Hey, it's ok. You can tell me. I won't tell your mom. Think of me as a really cool Aunt."

"It's just that," Caleb sighed looking away.

At that moment his mother, Amy, was cumming again. Her body shaking, tightening up; Ulysses unrelentingly thrusting upward into her. He sat back on the bed, holding her body against his, stopping for a moment.

Amy caught her breath, kissed him hard. Ulysses scooted to the pillows, sitting against them. Amy took her turn. She wanted him to cum, to fill her up.

She went slowly at first; maintaining eye contact, then picked up her speed. Amy's hands hooked behind Ulysses' neck. She squatted up and down on his cock, the mattress bouncing and creaking each time she impaled herself on his cock.

"It's what?" Monica asked, patting Caleb's thigh.

"It didn't last long," he confessed.

"Oh, I see," Monica comforted him. "It's fine. It really is. Usually guys don't last that long on their first time."

"No, that's not it. The girl, she uh, tired out on me."

"Huh?"

"She got tired a few hours into it, I had to," Caleb paused, "you know, finish."

Monica's mouth dropped open, "You mean you went a long time and she couldn't keep going?"

"Right. She got tired and almost passed out. Like she was,"

"Like what?"

Amy was getting exhausted. Her legs were burning, this black man, Ulysses, wasn't cumming. She was sweating, using her body to bring pleasure to his, but he wasn't finishing yet. She couldn't last much longer before climaxing again herself.

"I don't know. Not expecting it. Maybe she didn't think I'd last that long. But I just kept going and going," Caleb explained.

"You wore her out," Monica smiled.

"Yeah."

"So you have a lot of stamina. That's great Caleb."

"I suppose. I haven't really had an opportunity since senior prom to test that."

"Ahh!" Amy was cumming again, falling onto Ulysses. He held her, kissed her, feeling her pussy spasm on his cock.

"Mmmm," he moaned. "So good."

"You, you haven't cum yet," Amy stated.

"I will. When I get tired, or when you want me to," Ulysses said.

"Keep going. All night," Amy said. Ulysses nodded, kissed her and guided her to all fours, licking her back, her ass, before sliding into her pussy once again.

Caleb flipped through the TV, finding nothing of interest. He thought Monica was in the kitchen behind him, getting water, but she was actually undressing. She slowly walked in front of Caleb, watching his eyes widen with shock at the sight of her nude body.

"Um, what's going on?"

"Let's go to bed," Monica said, extending her hand. "Your mom is having fun tonight. No reason why we can't."

Caleb closed his mouth, seeing her sweet smile, glancing to her hand. He slowly took it, standing off the couch and followed Monica to his bedroom.

She closed his door, caressed his face, and assisted him with undressing.

Amy had found the man she wanted to impregnate her. Ulysses was pummeling her from behind, slamming into her butt cheeks, his hand roaming over slick back, into her damp hair. He was so very good. He wasn't a brute, rough and fast like Ronnie. He wasn't as smooth, arrogant, and thick as Fat Rob.

He worshiped her -- white women, and Amy could tell. Monica was right about Ulysses.

Hours passed and once again Amy found herself awake as dawn approached. After Ulysses took her from behind most of the night, he flipped her over, got on top and kept going.

She wanted him to cum, she begged him to, but she didn't want it in her pussy -- she wanted to drink every last drop from his black cock.

Listening to his moans of pleasure, Amy used her tits to finish him. "I'm cumming," he whispered. Amy engulfed the tip of his cock, sucking hungrily as rope after rope of semen filled her mouth. She swallowed several times, savoring the salty taste from this Adonis.

When he was done, she curled up into his arms, happy that the next time they made love he'd be getting her pregnant.

They woke up a few hours later, showered together, Amy pinned against the wall again. She confessed that she wanted a baby; she wanted Ulysses to father the child. He was unsure at first.

They went to an early lunch, talking about it more. Ulysses agreed, understanding that he would help her with this and nothing else. He admitted he wouldn't mind being a father. Amy assured him this was just for her, and wouldn't need anything else other than his seed.

They made arrangements to meet up in June.

Monica was sleeping soundly in Caleb's arms. They went all night with Monica cumming over and over again. He was incredible.

The sound of a car door closing outside in the driveway, caused Monica's eyes to open. "Your mom!"

She jumped out of Caleb's bed, darted to the kitchen, and grabbed her clothes, leaving Caleb to put his back on.

"Hi!" she smiled at Amy, just after she buttoned her shorts.

"Hey there, have a good night?"

"Mmhmm. You?"

"Wonderful. Is Caleb up?" Amy asked.

"Um, I'm not sure. I think so."

"I'll say hey to him. Oh by the way," Amy turned around before rounding the corner. "Did you take care of my Caleb?"

Monica breathed a sigh of relief, "I thought you were joking about it."

"Nope. Did you?"

"Uh huh!"

"Good. Meet me in my bedroom in five minutes."



Chapter 9



Amy told Monica everything, every little juicy detail about her night with Ulysses. They worked each other into a frenzy again, ended their conversation with an hour long 69.

Amy entertained the idea of trying out Ronnie, Fat Rob, and Ulysses once more, but felt it wasn't needed. She knew Ronnie would slam her around, fucking her like an animal all night. She knew Fat Rob would sit back, grin, and let her ride his fat cock all night, maybe even share her with his crew again. She knew Ulysses would make love to her, lick, kiss all over her body, worshiping it, feasting on it -- she loved this the best.

Monica returned to Tampa, Amy went off birth control and spent more time with Caleb.

A week later she and Caleb were cleaning the kitchen after dinner. Amy joined Caleb on the couch afterward. "Well I guess I should let you know of something."

"What?" he asked.

"I've met someone very nice. And we've talked about the whole pregnant thing and he -- "

"Woah, woah, I got it. That's cool, Mom."

"It's looking like next month, we'll meet up and it'll happen then -- hopefully."

"Alright. Glad you were able to do this. I know it's what you wanted," Caleb said.

"It is," Amy cuddled next to her son. "Are you looking forward to our movie tonight?"

"Sure, Mom, it'll be nice.

**

At the theater that evening, Amy's cell phone kept vibrating in her pocket. Annoyed, she glanced at Caleb, his eyes focused on the movie. She checked her phone, seeing several text messages, all from her college friend.

"Hey, we're having a party next week. End of semester. We need a hot white bitch like you there. Can you come?"

She kept scrolling.

"We can tie you up and take turns filling that pussy of yours."

Amy chuckled, glanced at Caleb, then back to her phone, reading the final message.

"Let me know. We have three other white women already, need another."

Amy texted her friend back. "Hey there. I'm not sure I can come. Sounds fun though."

She waited a few minutes, another text, "Please? You got the best pussy we've had. Love how you work a black dick."

Amy was getting horny. She told herself she'd be done with this after finding the man to impregnate her. She couldn't say no though.

"If I come, none of you can cum in me, I'm off the pill. So make sure you go in a cup. I'll drink it all like last time."

She waited and received a reply. "We got plenty of jizz for you to drink. We'll fill those cups up."

Amy agreed to go the party the following weekend.

**

A week later, she found herself delirious, the room spinning in orgasmic bliss. The loud hip-hop music playing, in a darkened bedroom didn't help her senses be at their keenest. She was on all fours, butt high in the air, waiting for the next guy to fuck her until he was ready to cum, pull out and spew his load in a cup.

It was getting late, most of the football and basketball students already went. Other students, of all races, were in attendance to this huge end-of-semester frat party, including students from other schools.

"Hey, in here. Caleb!" his buddy motioned for him to follow.

"What is it?" Caleb asked his friend at the party.

"Dude, they got another chick in here! This is awesome. We're going to love going here."

"Yeah," Caleb shrugged.

"Come on, man, it's time you meet people that go here. When you get this community college crap out of the way, you'll already have friends here."

"Good point," Caleb agreed.

"Look! She's on all fours man!" his buddy pointed out, shouting over the loud hip-hop music. "She's waiting for you."

"Nah."

"Go for it!" his friend patted his back, pushing him into the loud, low lit room. "Remember these guys' rules; when you get ready to cum, pull out and go in the cup.

Caleb sighed, his friend closing the door. He approached the woman on all fours. "Wow," he thought, seeing her ass, back of her legs, some of her back. "She's hot, but this isn't right."

Then the woman wiggled her hips, as if to say, come fuck me.

"Damn," Caleb gave him, looked around the empty, dark room, and pulled his cock out. He jacked it a few times, getting it hard and climbed on the bed behind her.

Amy's eyes shot open, "Marty. Marty!" Amy climaxed immediately as soon as the new person entered her from behind. He felt like her dead husband.




Fitness Model Moms



Trish cleared her throat, reaching to Aaron's hand, gently placed hers on it. He flinched at first, nodded, giving his aunt a goofy smile.

A few miles away at another restaurant, Stacey was chomping down on breadsticks of her own; it'd been so long since they had a cheat meal in their strict diet.

"So you and Aaron don't throw any wild parties while we're away? Nothing? You just study and play games?" Stacey half-joked.

"Yeah," the shy Bennet replied.

"Gosh, I remember 20 years ago, I was your age and miserable. I had to do something about it. I had to make something happen. I was tired of being a virgin. I got knocked up with your cousin!" Stacey chuckled.

"Uh, yeah, heh," Bennet's eyes darted from side-to-side, taking a small bite of bread.

Trish asking Aaron during their meal, "Are there any nice girls at school that you've thought about dating?"

"Nah," he shook his head.

"No one?" 

He paused, shaking his head again.

Trish frowned, patting his thin forearm.

"Why not?" Stacey asked Bennet the same question.

He shrugged, playing with his soup.

"You can't be scared anymore. You're 20. I feel bad your mom and I have been too busy to push you guys, but only you can make positive changes in your life. We can assist when needed, but if you want to get out there, meet people and socialize - you gotta really want it!"

Bennet nodded, feeling even more uncomfortable now.

"I'm sorry," Trish sweetly said, removing her hand from Aaron's arm at their table. "Please know that your mom and I care a great deal about you. We love you both so very much. We would hate it if you two weren't happy. Are you happy?"

"I guess," Aaron shrugged.

"Is there anything we can do to help you besides paying for school and stuff like that?"

Aaron's eyes met his aunt's for a brief second; he shook his head "no."

Stacey sighed, "Alright. Well you let me or your mom know if you need anything, alright? We can haul you to the gym with us, we can buy you a prostitute."

Bennet's face turned white.

"I'm kidding!" Stacey laughed. "Only joking."

His face relaxed with relief.

"No, no hookers, but I think you and I will be spending more time together. It'll be kinda like dating, you know? I figured it'd be weirder if you and your mom did this," Stacey explained.

"Yeah," he shrugged, his eyes meeting Stacey's again.

"Great," Trish smiled at her and Aaron's table. "Let's go for a nice walk."

Aaron's aunt paid the bill and told her nephew where to drive. It was a nearby park where an art festival of sorts was going on.

"Have you been here before?" she asked.

"Nah."

Trish hooked her arm around Aaron's, feeling him tense up, but slowly relax. They walked mostly in silence, looking at the various art display, Aaron's hands in his pocket, his stiff right arm being held by his aunt. She watched him looking around at the displays, ignoring a few whistles from men they passed.

Trish struggled to come up with something to say to Aaron, but failed each time. Near the end of the long walk, she rested her head on his shoulder, feeling defeated, blaming her and Stacey's work on keeping them away from them.

Stacey had a much worse time with Trish's son, Bennet. She took him to an 18 and over dance club - a huge mistake. He wouldn't dance, he wouldn't do anything. Stacey hung close to him, checking out girls there, attempting to make conversation, but he was scared rigid.

Several men asked her to dance. One of them, included a friend Stacey and Trish hadn't seen in a while, Rodney. She thought she'd show her nephew how it's done, how they could dance if he wanted to. It turned out to be another mistake.

Rodney was looking for sex. He spun Stacy around, grabbed her hips, and ground his erection against her ass.

"Whoa! Whoa! Sorry, Rod, not tonight," Stacey ended the dance, adjusted her hair and smiled weakly at Bennet.

"Sorry, maybe we should go," Stacey admitted.

Arriving home a few minutes after Trish and Aaron, Stacey hugged Bennet goodnight and went to her bedroom. She joined Trish in the shower. They hugged one another, knowing the night wasn't very good for either of them.

Speaking without saying words, they finished their shower, put on their pajamas and snuggled off to sleep in bed.

*

They next day Stacey and Trish were lying out by their pool. Their sons were once again cleaning it without being asked. Stacey flipped through a magazine; Trish closed her eyes, soaking in the rays of sunlight.

After Aaron and Bennet cleaned the pool, they headed inside to prepare lunch.

"They're so sweet," Trish said. "They do much more than play games and study. We've never had to ask them to clean or do chores. We certainly never ask them to fix us food."

"Yeah I know," Stacey tossed the magazine to the table in between them. She stood, stretched, adjusted her bikini top and did a cannon ball into the pool.

Trish giggled, slowly stood, and made her way to the side of the pool. She sat and eased herself in. She swam over to Stacey, straddling her taller sister in the deep end.

"We should go skinny dipping. That'll shock and awe them," Stacey joked.

"Maybe scar them for life!" Trish replied.

"Nope. They were so awkward around us last night. It can't be because we aren't around that much. I know they have to have huge crushes on their aunts," Stacey said, swimming around the pool with Trish.

"Maybe."

They swam and played for a little longer, occasionally getting out of the pool, grabbing a float and lying it in.

Meanwhile in the kitchen, Aaron and Bennet stood silently, looking out the window, the sandwiches and salads prepared. They watched the women in bikinis play and float in the pool, never taking their eyes off them. When Stacey and Trish grabbed their towels, wrapping it around their bodies, their secret watchers sighed, glanced at one another and moved along.



Chapter 6 

"Come on! Move it, move it!" Stacey shouted to her nephew. They were jogging on the beach, he was lagging way behind her.

A couple hundred yards down the beach and Stacey stopped, watching Bennet eventually catch up to her out of breath.

His hands on his knees, heaving for air, Stacey shaking her head. She gently pushed his shoulder, causing him to lose his balance and topple over.

"I think you just want to look at my butt while I run. That's why you are staying back," She joked.

Bennet said nothing, sitting on the sand, panting.

Stacey turned to look down the beach, seeing her sister Trish, wearing a similar sports bra and yoga shorts jogging toward them - Aaron far behind.

The sisters shot each other a look. Trish waited for Aaron to catch up.

He took a seat next to his cousin, out of breath as well.

"It's ok Aaron. I know it's hard, but the more you practice the easier it gets," Trish encouraged him, tousling his sweaty hair.

"I told your Bennet, he's probably lagging behind on purpose to check me out," Stacey said. "How about you sweetie? Doing the same?" Stacey playfully kicked at her son's foot.

There was no reply.

"Alright, well let's head back and get ready for our movies," Stacey said.

Aaron and Bennet watched the two scantily clad, sweaty fitness models walk away. A few seconds later, they stood, following them, lagging behind on purpose, their eyes on the lady's legs and asses.

*

That evening they went to separate movies in different theaters. Stacey reminded Trish to really pretend it was a date. As a result, she pulled the armrest up, slowly guided her nephew's arm around her, and snuggled against him. He was tense, but didn't seem to object as much.

Stacey did something similar, but was more forward. "No making out. At least not this time," she jabbed his side.

Making their way back to the cars after the movie, each aunt grabbed their nephew's hand. At home they gave them a kiss. It was meant for the lips - a small peck - but the son's got nervous and moved, causing the kisses to land just to the side of their lips.

They next day, after fixing breakfast, Aaron and Bennet remained in their rooms.

"Hi. You ok?" Trish asked Bennet.

"Yeah," he replied, avoiding eye contact with his mother. "Just got to catch up on class work."

Stacey did the same with Aaron, getting a similar reply.

Several days passed, Aaron and Bennet kept to themselves, barely even talking to Stacey and Trish. They wondered if something was wrong. Their sons gave the excuse of being busy. Trish was able to convince Stacey not to press the matter. Stacey agreed, restating her theory that they had crushes on their aunts and this was their way of dealing with it - being reclusive.

They agreed to continue to spend one-on-one time with them after their upcoming photo shoot in Atlanta the following week.

*

It was close to midnight on the last night of their trip to Atlanta. They were leaving in the morning. Moonlight mixed with city lights traveled through an apartment balcony, shining on Stacey and Trish's slick backs. They were riding two men on a couch.

Ulysses and his equally muscular and hunky half-brother, TJ, quietly watched the two women grind into them, their hands resting on the couch cushion behind them.

Something was wrong. Stacey and Trish couldn't concentrate. They had been going at it for two hours, riding and cumming on one cock, then switching to the other. But something was off.

The sisters slowed down, glanced at one another, and nodded. The men smiled, their hands traveling over the toned tummy of the ladies.

A few days earlier, Stacey called Ulysses letting him know they were in town, he invited them over for dinner after their shoot - TJ was with him. They were hoping to go all night. But something, someone was on the forefront of Stacey and Trish's minds - their sons.

"Everything ok?" Ulysses asked his friends.

"We have to go," Stacey spoke up. "I'm sorry."

"Oh. I see. Did we do something to upset you?" Ulysses asked.

"No, not at all," Trish said, smiling at Ulysses, caressing TJ's face.

Stacey planted her feet on the floor, standing, Ulysses' cock slurping out of her. "We have a long trip tomorrow. Plus we're dealing with some family things."

"I understand," The two men watched Trish get off of TJ, wipe her face with a towel, and get dressed.

"It was fun, maybe another time," he added.

"Yes," Trish said.

Stacey grabbed TJ's still erect cock, shaking it like she would shake someone's hand, "It was nice meeting you."

"Likewise," he nodded.

They watched them leave, standing nude, as the door closed.

After an awkward several second silence, TJ passed gas. "Whew. I've been holding that in all night."

"I guess it's good they left then," Ulysses joked, walking past his half-brother.

*

"I don't care if we wake them up," Stacey said, her cell phone dialing her son's number, while driving back to the hotel.

"Mom?" Aaron answered.

"Hi! You're awake!" Stacey beamed.

"Yeah. Bennet and I are trying a new game."

"Great! How do you feel?"

"Um, ok, I guess. You?"

"We miss you so much! We haven't talked with you or seen you much this past week," Stacey said.

"Yeah, well, we've been busy," Aaron trailed off.

"We'll be home tomorrow. We can't wait to see you," she said, Trish grabbing at the phone. "Put Bennet on the phone, Trish wants to talk to him. I love you!"

Trish took the phone, waiting for her son to answer. "Hello? Hi sweety. We've been thinking about you a lot the past few days."

"Hey mom. Oh, well thanks?" Bennet said.

"We love you so much and your aunt and I are enjoying hanging out with you. You don't mind me spending time with Aaron?" Trish asked.

"Um, no, it's fine."

"We just thought spending time with your aunt instead of mommy might be more fun," Trish said, Stacey pulling into the hotel parking lot.

"Mom, it's fine, really it is," Bennet said, glancing at Aaron.

"Ok great. We'll see you both tomorrow. I love you."

There was a slight pause, "I love you too."

The phone call ended, Stacey and Trish entered their hotel room, stripped naked and showered. They fell asleep a little later after talking about plans for their return. They decided to kick things up a notch and really flirt and be like a girlfriend to their nephews.

Back at their home in Miami, Aaron and Bennet were quietly watching a slideshow of images. The slideshow was loading from a laptop, displayed on a 60 inch TV in the living room. The cousins were both erect, watching images of bikini clad fitness models - Stacey and Trish - scroll from one to the next on the large screen.

It was close to 1am and they couldn't take it anymore. They glanced at one another; Bennet ended the slideshow, turned off the TV and gathered his laptop. Each son went to their own room, closed the door, undressed and jacked off until their cocks exploded with cum.



Chapter 7 

The four of them were inseparable upon Stacey and Trish's return. Their sons attempted to avoid them, making excuses about why they couldn't spend time with them. Their mothers ignored them. Stacey ordered them to join them in the living room after dinner, suggesting that missing a night of studying wouldn't cause them to flunk out of community college.

Their anxiety and nervousness never fully went away. Trish would snuggle with Aaron on the couch while Stacey would sit in Bennet's lap. They'd pick on them; flirt with them, all to zero reaction from their nephews.

They went on a double date the following weekend. It was mostly Stacey and Trish gabbing away while Aaron and Bennet sat quietly, picking at their dinner.

"This has been our third date," Stacey told her nephew Bennet when they arrived home. "Take me to bed. Now."

"Uh, what?"

"I think that's a good idea," Trish grabbed Aaron's hand. The boys glanced at their mothers and gulped.

A minute later, Stacey pushed Bennet onto his bed, "Get on there!" She climbed on top of him, still in her dress, straddling him, smiling at him, pinning him down. She kissed his cheek, rolled off him, and snuggled against him.

Across the hall, Trish sat on the bed, patting the mattress for Aaron to lie next to her. "I'm chilly," she pouted.

Later that night, Aaron and Bennet were wide awake, their aunts sleeping soundly in their arms, their minds racing.

The next weekend they kept their sons out even later. They went to the same club Stacey took Bennet to a few weeks prior. As predicted they were too nervous to dance. They looked like a fish out of water. Trish felt guilt for bringing them there. Stacey didn't seem to care as she had a pretty big buzz going after a couple shots.

"If you two doofuses aren't going to dance with us, we'll dance with each other!" Stacey stood, grabbing Trish, pulling her along.

"Mmm, hey baby," Stacey said once they reached a good spot in the crowded dance floor, their sons out of sight.

"Hi," Trish giggled back.

"At least we're getting them out of the house," Stacey said.

"Yes, maybe this is building confidence in them. Slowly though."

"I hope it is. But we have to keep it up. I've been flirting with Bennet, he's unfazed."

Trish nodded, "Same with Aaron."

Stacey quickly turned Trish around, pulling her hips backward. "Mmmm, if I had a dick, your butt would feel so good against it right now."

"Uh huh," Trish rolled her eyes and kept dancing.

"If I had one," Stacey leaned in close, whispering into her sister's ear from behind, "I'd fuck you all night."

Stacey felt Trish's body shake from laughter. Trish brought her hand up behind Stacey's head. Stacey's hands slowly traveled up Trish's body. She kissed her neck, Trish closed her eyes.

Stacey's hands landed on Trish's chest, giving her breasts a quick squeeze before Trish's eyes shot open and she turned around. "Stacey!" she swatted at her sister, a smile on her face. 

"Come on, let's go. You can drive," Stacey said.

Once again the aunts were in bed with the nephews. This time they each gave them a nice neck massage. They said thanks and rolled over and went to sleep - or pretended to.

*

Over the next couple months the foursome did everything together. Stacey and Trish were able to reschedule a few photo shoots to spend time with their nephews. They made sure each weekend was full of stuff to do as a group. They'd go play miniature golf, go to movies, dinner and so on. They didn't go dancing again, much to Aaron and Bennet's relief.

Little by little, Aaron and Bennet loosened up around their aunts. They didn't seem as tense. Hugs were easily given without awkwardness. They felt like one big happy family.

Something was still off though. At night, the mothers would say good night to their sons and join their nephews in bed. There was something about those "goodnights" that confused Stacey and Trish - but they couldn't put their finger on it.

Everything was great until a game of Twister shortly before Christmas.

"Go Aaron. Your turn, sweetie," his mother, Stacey said.

The two sons were having trouble concentrating. Their mothers were wearing their standard tight pajamas shorts and tank tops. But that wasn't as big a deal as the position Stacey and Trish were locked into on the Twister mat.

They were propping themselves up on their hands and feet, their legs entwined, their crotches right up against each other's.

"Uh, my stomach," Bennet spoke up.

"Yeah, indigestion," Aaron finished his thought. The boys quickly excused themselves, leaving their aunts in a provocative position.

Trish sighed, watching them leave. "Do we keep playing?"

Stacey said nothing; she stared at Trish, and slowly gyrated her hips so her crotch would slide against her sister's.

"Well?" Trish turned to her.

"One of us has to win," Stacey said.

"Yeah?"

"Mmhmm," she winked at Trish, slowly rubbing against her, knowing exactly how this looked.

"Stacey," Trish shook her head.

"What?" She kept grinding against Trish. "Someone has to win."

"Yeah but,"

Stacey smiled, her eyes locked on Trish. Trish stared right back, letting Stacey grind her pajama shorts covered pussy against her own.

After a few intense seconds, Trish broke the position, falling to the mat, "Fine. You win."

Stacey laughed, pouncing on her sister, squatting, lifting Trish over her shoulder and taking her to her bedroom.

Stacey slammed Trish on the bed, climbing on top of her, Trish's legs wrapping around Stacey's waist. "I haven't slept with you in a long time," Stacey said, kissing Trish's cheek.

"I know. You've been sleeping with my son."

"And you've been sleeping with mine," Stacey kissed Trish's mouth fairly hard.

"Mmmph," Trish tried to speak. "Get off me," she said when Stacey ended the kiss.

"Fine," Stacey rolled over, taking Trish with her. Trish was now straddling her.

"How is it going, by the way?" Trish asked.

"Ok, I guess. I've been giving him pecks here and there. He seems to feel a little more comfortable around his secret crush," Stacey winked.

"Uh huh. So you're positive they have crushes on their aunts?"

"Yep."

Trish slid off Stacey, resting her head on Stacey's shoulder. "They aren't as afraid anymore. They've been more talkative, going on about classes, games and so on. They seem a bit more comfortable around women, us."

"It sucks that we can't be here for New Year's though," Stacey said.

"We'll be in Hawaii, so that'll be nice," Trish said of their upcoming shoot. "I'll miss our boys."

"We'll have a boy there with us," Stacey said, referring to their coworker Ulysses.

"True," Trish pulled Stacey's tank top up, revealing her washboard stomach. She peppered it with kisses, similar to how she's done to Ulysses in the past.

"Mmm, yeah baby," Stacey said, lowering her voice as if she were Ulysses. "Now go lower."




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"Ha, you're silly," Trish resumed lying against her, this time rubbing Stacey's tummy. "I don't really feel like doing anything with Ulysses."

"Yeah me neither. Your son is, mmm, giving me good loving," Stacey joked.

"Oh I'm sure," Trish giggled. "I'd never, you know, be inappropriate, beyond innocent flirting, with Aaron."

"I know Trish, same here." Stacey paused, thinking for a moment. "You know since we'll miss out on New Year's with them, we should go out on separate dates again. This time someplace very romantic. It'll be cute."

Stacey grabbed Trish's butt, squeezing it playfully.

Trish smiled, snuggling with her sister. "Good idea,"

In Bennet's room, he used a dirty t-shirt to wipe the semen off his chin. His cock erupted so hard some of it landed on his face. He put his pajamas back on and knocked on Aaron's door across the hall.

"Hey," Aaron opened it, having just jacked off too.

"I think it's time we tell them the truth," Bennet said. "I think it's time they know."

Aaron sighed, looking downward, "What will they do?"

"No idea. But we need to make them promise to keep it a secret."

"Yes. Maybe we can tell them before their Hawaii trip, so we don't have to be around them for a while," Aaron suggested.

Bennet nodded in agreement, heading back to his room. "Good idea."



Chapter 8 

Christmas Day ended with aunts and nephews on the couch, in each other's arms, drifting off to sleep as movies played on their big screen TV. The next night would be special, romantic date - a nice evening before Stacey and Trish flew to Hawaii on the morning of the 27th.

Wearing new suits their mothers purchased, Aaron and Bennet waited for their dates. Stacey and Trish arrived wearing new dresses. They weren't tight like their usual ones, they weren't quite as sexy either, but had a more elegant, flowery design.

Their nephews smiled politely, extended their arm to their aunts. "Wow, maybe we've made progress with these guys after all," Stacey noted.

"Maybe," Trish smiled at Aaron, taking his arm. The boys glanced at their mothers, nodding to them.

They went to their own beachside restaurant, a few miles away from the other. Both were Italian and had similar atmospheres - low lit, romantic.

After a lull in the conversation, Trish looked to her nephew Aaron, her hand on his. "I'm very proud of you. The past few months, I've seen you open up more around us. I know it's hard dealing with the opposite sex sometimes, but you've come out of your shell and these practice dates have helped. I'm sorry your mom and I have been away a lot of over the years, we are trying to make up for it."

At Bennet and Stacey's table a few miles away, she had said some similar, though not as gentle. "Now, you'll be able to talk to a girl at school, take her out and all that. You'll have more confidence. If your mom and I had been around more, maybe it would've helped. So? You got any lucky ladies in mind?"

Bennet paused, setting his spoon down, taking a sip of tea. He took a deep breath, "Yes."

"Great! So talk to her!" His aunt encouraged him.

"Listen, Stacey, I appreciate what you and my mom have been doing. But there's something you need to know," Bennet said.

"Ah, here it comes," Stacey placed her hand on her nephew's. "You have a crush on me, and Aaron on Trish. I get it. It's totally cool too."

"No, no," Bennet shook his head, stopping his aunt from continuing. "We don't."

"What?" Stacey couldn't believe what she was hearing.

They were having a similar conversation at Aaron and Trish's table. "You can tell me, Aaron. That's one thing we've tried to do, get you to open up more. If there's a special girl, maybe I can help you, give you advice," Trish was saying.

"I don't think that'll work. I don't think that's a good idea. This woman can never know how I feel," Aaron said.

"Woman?" Trish asked, thinking maybe she was older, perhaps a teacher.

"Yes. I'm in love with her. I have been for a very long time," Aaron replied.

"I see. Well, if you don't want to tell me, you don't have to."

"I do. I need to get it off my chest."

Trish nodded, listening intently, her hand on Aaron's. He paused, taking a sip of water. He sighed heavily. "It's mom."

"Your mom?" Stacey asked at their table, having just heard the same thing out of Bennet's mouth. "What do you mean?"

"It's her. She's the one I've been head over heels for all this time. She's the one I love."

"Right, you mean love her like a son - "

"No," Bennet interrupted her. "More than that. In love. Like romantic love."

Stacey was in shock, unable to speak.

"I've never gone out, never tried to get with girls at school, mom has always been on my mind - the only one I've wanted. I didn't care about doing anything else," Bennet explained.

"I see," was all Stacey could say, her heart rate speeding.

Trish was having a similar reaction, "So this is why, the house, the chores, why you've been so perfect."

"Yes," Aaron said. "That woman, my mother." He closed his eyes. "She's the one who's perfect."

"Bennet," Trish thought of her own son. "You and him both have been this way. Never going out, never socializing, and always being so sweet to us. He feels the same way about me?"

At Stacey's table, Bennet nodded "yes" when Stacey asked the same question about Aaron.

"He and I both have been in love with our moms. It's so stupid," Bennet shook his head.

"No, I mean," Stacey paused. "How long have you and him felt this way about us?"

"As long as we can remember. As long as we've liked girls, I guess," Bennet answered.

"Was Aaron, was he," Stacey had trouble focusing. "You two didn't seem to care that your moms were hanging out with their nephews. Not their sons. Why?"

Trish had just asked Aaron if he was jealous that Bennet was spending time with his mother, Stacey, instead of him.

"No. Never bothered us. We've kept it a secret so long. We know nothing could ever happen, we know we could never be with our mothers like that. So we didn't care. I love you Aunt Trish, but not like that," Aaron admitted. "Bennet is the same way about mom. We were never jealous because no one could know how we felt. Until now."

"So why tell us?" Trish asked.

"Because you two have been spending so much time with us, hoping we'll be more comfortable around women. The thing is, we don't want any other women. We've only wanted our moms, all these years. We figured it'd be best to tell you so you'd stop wasting your time."

Trish teared up, "It hasn't been a waste of time."

Stacey slowly looked to her nearly finished meal, "So you've never been interested, never cared about any of the stuff we've been trying to make your more comfortable around?"

"Never," Bennet answered. "Mom is the reason I didn't want to go away to college. She's the reason we don't go out and why we stay at home. Aaron is like that with you too. He loves it when you get sassy and kinda bossy."

Stacey smiled weakly, "Yes, I can be."

Aaron was telling Trish something similar, "Bennet loves your smile, your sweet and gentle ways."

Both sons sat back, relief watching over them. The aunts suggested they may grow out of it in the years to come. Their nephews told their aunts they might, but probably not. They admitted they'd rather be virgins forever, instead of dating girls, or marry one they didn't love.

The aunts paid the meal, holding the hands of their nephews as they drove home. They each received a long embrace from their aunts in front of their bedroom door. Stacey and Trish said nothing to one another the rest of the night, showering together, packing a few last minute items, and went to sleep in each other's arms.

The next morning brought more silence. Aaron and Bennet took them to the airport, they received quick hugs from their moms and they went on their way.

"Do you think they'll tell each other?" Aaron asked, watching his aunt and mother walk toward the security checkpoint.

"No idea. But honestly, we've had this secret for so long, I don't care if they did," Bennet replied.

"Me neither."



Chapter 9 

Not while showering together, not while sleeping in the same bed together, not while occasionally having sex with men at the same time, not while occasionally having three-ways over the years, have Stacey and Trish felt awkward around one another. Until the day their nephews confided in them.

They slept most of the way to Los Angeles; only briefly speaking while waiting for the connecting flight to Hawaii. Someone recognized them - something that happens maybe twice a year. He was a huge, muscle bound man. He thanked them for inspiring him to get into shape.

They signed a napkin and posed for a picture with him, trading glances at one another, and boarded their flight to Hawaii.

Stacey and Trish arrived at their hotel room, speaking only about how nice it was, noting the huge bathtub - everything was casual conversation, they avoided talking about their last date with Aaron and Bennet.

At dinner, they could barely eat. They retreated to their room, watched a little TV and went to sleep.

The next couple days were extremely busy. Shoots and re-shoots went on all day. Their concentration was low, they struggled, and the photographer had trouble getting the perfect shot.

Ulysses was there, working a different photo shoot. He said hello to them, asking them how were things with the family. Stacey and Trish glanced at one another again, shaking their head. Ulysses didn't pry, only saying he was sorry they were having a tough time.

On New Year's Eve they managed to finish up early. Stacey bought a couple of wine bottles, headed back to their hotel room, and started drinking. She uncorked the top and drank straight from the bottle, handing Trish the other bottle. She smiled, quietly taking it, pouring herself a plastic cup full of wine.

They said nothing for the next 15 minutes until Stacey's wine bottle was halfway empty. Stacey broke the silence.

"Tub, you and me," She said, standing, pulling off her t-shirt, unhooking her bra, stepping out of her thong.

Trish downed the rest of her wine and joined Stacey.

They waited for the water to fill the tub, testing it to see it wasn't too hot. Stacey slid in first, taking a wine bottle with her. Trish followed, sitting across from her sister. They traded the bottle back and forth, sipping from it until it was gone.

More silence, in the hot, soothing water, resting their heads back against the edge of the tub.

They traded a few looks, their mouths opened as though they were going to speak, but changed their minds.

"Trish," Stacey said.

"Stacey," Trish said at the same time. "Sorry, you first."

Stacey said nothing, shaking her head.

"I think,"

"I think we both know the same piece of information," Stacey said, then burped. 

"We do, yes," Trish confirmed.

A small smile formed on Stacey's face. "Our sons have crushes on their mothers. Except it's a little more than a crush isn't it?"

"It's much more than a crush," Trish replied.

Stacey started laughing, the wine helping her see the humor it in, Trish following suit.

"What in the world are we going to do?" Stacey asked.

"No idea. They've missed out on so much because of us."

"They'd rather not have anyone if they can't have us."

"They can't," Trish solemnly shook her head, staring at her breasts, under the water.

"Well, I don't know about that," Stacey said, another small burp.

"Huh?"

She giggled, "You heard me."

"Are you suggesting incest?"

Stacey shrugged. "Maybe."

"You're drunk," Trish said; the thought of sex with Bennet flooded her brain. "I'm drunk too," she said, blaming those thoughts on the wine.

Stacey was rubbing Trish's knee, "I mean, look at you and I. We're naked all the time around each other. Some of the stuff we've done borders on incest."

"True," Trish's fingers were lightly caressing Stacey's calf.

"Hell, I've tasted your pussy on a cock before. I've tasted your saliva."

"Same here."

"I'm not a lesbian, but if someone ordered me to make love to woman for some reason, you'd be the only choice," Stacey admitted.

Trish laughed. "I guess I could say the same about you."

The sisters smiled at one another, gazing into each other's eyes for a moment. Stacey slowly moved Trish's foot to the side, her leg's opening. They stared at one another, studying each other's faces.

"We could give them everything they've ever wanted," Stacey said.

"It could be beautiful - wrong, but beautiful," Trish added.

There was a final pause; eyes burning through each other's, hearts were racing. Then it happened.

The sisters lunged at one another, spilling water out of the tub, their mouths joined together, and tongues wrestling. They gripped each other's head, locking one another in place, kissing madly. Stacey took control, diving over the side of the tub, taking Trish with her. The sisters rolled around on the bathroom floor, making their way to the door.

Their mouths separated; "Oh fuck!" Stacey cried out, climbing off Trish, pulling her to her knees. Stacey grabbed Trish's ass, Trish wrapped her legs around Stacey, and Stacey stood, their intense kissing resuming.

At that moment, Ulysses was at their hotel room door, holding a dozen roses - six for each sister he planned on making love to that night. He took a deep breath, raised his fist to knock on their door. Just before his knuckles made contact with it, something on the other side of the door slammed against it - hard. Ulysses, startled at first, leaned in close and listened.

Stacey had slammed Trish against the door, kissing at her neck, holding her with one hand, the other sliding fingers up and down her pussy lips.

"I love you," Trish moaned, arms wrapped around Stacey's shoulders.

Ulysses heard more moaning. "I love you too," Stacey grunted back, her hand moving faster and faster against Trish's wet pussy. She slid her fingers in, and bounced Trish against the door, mimicking fucking her with a cock.

Ulysses smiled, placing the roses on the carpeted hallway floor in front of their door. "I guess it's me and you tonight little Uly," he whispered to the growing bulge in his cargo shorts. He walked down the hall toward his room; the sister's secret would be safe with him.

"Ahh fuck!" Stacey cried out. She was on top of Trish, on the bed, kissing and licking at her neck, rubbing her thigh against Trish's pussy, her own pussy rubbing against Trish's thigh.

"Yes!" Trish called out, grabbing Stacey's face, kissing her hard. They rolled around a couple times, Stacey sitting up in bed, her hands gliding up Trish's back, into her long hair, pulling her head back.

Stacey attacked Trish's breasts, swirling her tongue around the hard nipples, and then sucking them hungrily. She laid Trish on her back once again, licking her way down her body.

"Never ate a pussy before," Stacey said, in between licks.

"I'm sure you'll do fine," Trish assured her.

She arched her back even more when Stacey's tongue licked at her engorged clit, lapping at it like an animal.

Stacey plunged her tongue into her sister's pussy, swirling it around, licking juices she'd tasted several times before over the years - this time it was directly from the source. She tasted so very delicious. Trish tweaked her own nipples as Stacey worked.

Trish started shaking, her body tensing up. Stacey rested her hand on Trish's tummy, continuing to lick and tongue-fuck her pussy, the bridge of her nose and forehead banging against Trish's clit.

"Yes!" Trish moaned, her hands running through Stacey's hair. "Yes!"

Several minutes later, when Stacey's thirst was satisfied, she wiped her mouth clean. She pushed Trish onto her back and straddled her face, her hands gripping Trish's hair, holding her in place. Trish was to return the favor to her sister.

Trish licked and slurped at Stacey's pussy, her hands cupping her ass. "Yes! Keep going!" Stacey commanded, tightly gripping Trish's hair. "Ugh!"

Trish's hands roamed over Stacey's butt and thighs, while her tongue remained buried in Stacey's pussy. A few moments passed, an orgasm building in Stacey, and she began grinding against Trish, rubbing her pussy against her mouth. "Ahhh fuck!"

Satisfied, Stacey rolled off Trish, lying next to her, out of breath. "We're not done," she said.

"Nope," Trish agreed.

The sisters turned to one another, smiled, and began kissing savagely.

Hours passed. Stacey and Trish were locked into the same position that caused their sons to excuse themselves while playing Twister. This time they were naked, sweating profusely, and cumming non-stop. They were grinding their pussies together, their asses bouncing up and down, looks of determination on their faces.

Finally, they came again, moaning loudly, their quivering pussies spasming against each other. They collapsed on the bed, rubbing each other's feet and calves, catching their breath.

Stacey sat up, pulling Trish with her. They climbed off the bed, arms around each other, their sweaty bodies sticking together. They walked to the bathroom, bent forward and rolled into the now room temperature bathtub. There was still some water left in it.

They kissed, caressed, and held each other until they cooled off.

"Happy New Year," Trish said. "We missed watching the ball drop and fireworks."

"I'd say there was plenty of fireworks in here," Stacey said.

"Yes." 

"When we get home, we're taking our sons to bed," Stacey said matter-of-factly.

"We'll cross that line." Trish added.

They dried off later, got in bed, and snuggled. Too tired to make love again, they fell asleep as best friends, sisters, and now, everything to one another.



Chapter 10 

Aaron and Bennet waited for their dates by the front door. They were wearing a shirt and tie, their dates wearing matching black, spaghetti strapped dresses. It had been a few days since their moms returned from Hawaii and an evening was planned.

They thought this would be another date with their aunts. They were wrong.

"Switch," Stacey said, moving to her son, Aaron's arm. Trish did the same, holding Bennet's hand.

"Uh, switching?" Aaron asked.

"Yes, you're on a date with your mothers tonight," Stacey said. "Let's go."

They went to the same beachside, romantic restaurants again, each a few miles apart. There was barely any talking between the two. Stacey and Trish had wine and salads, holding their son's hands the whole time. They would occasionally stare at them, not smiling, a slightly seductive look on their faces. Aaron and Bennet tried their best to hide their discomfort.

When the meal ended, the moms paid the bill; the sons held the door open for them and drove.

"We're not going home," Stacey told Aaron.

"We're not?" Aaron asked nervously.

Trish had told the same thing to Bennet "No, we have a nice hotel room waiting for us."

"A hotel room?" Bennet asked.

"Just drive," Stacey ordered Aaron, plugging in the directions to the GPS.

They arrived the same time as Bennet and Trish. The mothers said nothing to one another, holding the arms of their sons, they marched toward the hotel.

The elevator ride was silent. When they arrived to the top floor, ten stories up, the mothers gave each other a sly grin, exited the elevator with their sons, and walked off in opposite directions. Aaron and Bennet looked over their shoulder at one another and shrugged.

Inside Aaron and Stacey's room, the magnitude of what she was planning hit her. She had ideas, thoughts, unsure if any of them would pan out. She took a deep breath and moved into the room. She didn't turn on the lights. Stacey instead found several strategically placed candles next to the bed, lighting them one by one.




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"Mom?" Aaron asked, watching her.

Stacey said nothing. She guided Aaron to sit on the edge of the bed.

"What's going - "

He was interrupted by his mother's index finger. She smiled softly at him. Stacey leaned down, giving his lips a kiss just as soft as her smile.

"I love you," she whispered.

In Bennet and Trish's room, Trish closed the door, the magnitude of what she was planning hit her. She paused and turned around to face her son. A lamp next to the bed was left on. She stared at his confused face looking back at hers. Something ignited in Trish at that moment. She saw red, not of anger, but of lust. Channeling Stacey she lunged at her son.

"Mom?" Bennet asked. Trish grabbed his shirt and flung him against the wall.

"Shut up!" she ordered, then grabbed his face kissing him hard.

Breaking the kiss for air, Bennet managed to ask, "What's going on?"

His mother pulled him away from the wall and flung him on the bed. She quickly mounted him, "I'm fucking you!" she ripped his shirt away from his chest.

In Aaron and Stacey's room, Stacey kissed Aaron's lips several more times, slowly going to her knees in front of him.

Not taking her eyes off him, she undid his belt, pulling it away, and then unbuttoned his pants. His mouth hung open. "I, I, love you too," he whispered back.

Stacey smiled, pulling her shocked son's cock out of his boxer shorts. She looked at his erection, then back to his face. Reaching up to caress his cheek then grabbing the base of his cock with both hand, she smiled one more time. Channeling Trish, she opened her mouth, lovingly licking, kissing, all over his cock, taking her sweet and agonizing time. Aaron's eyes rolled in the back of his head, watching the love of his life worship his cock.

In the other room, Trish had torn her son's clothes completely off. She then carelessly clawed her own dress off. She jumped back on Bennet, grabbing his face. "Are you ready? Huh?" she kissed him hard.

"Holy shit!" he cried after her tongue slithered out of his mouth.

"Watch your language!" Trish slapped him. "Now fuck me! Fill my cunt with your cum! You're a mother fucker now! And I'm your slut! Do you understand me?"

Bennet gulped and nodded his head.

Trish grabbed the base of his cock, sitting on it, impaling herself easily. "Yes! Mmm, this is my dick and this is your pussy! Now fill me up!"

Stacey loved hearing Aaron moan as she worked. She had removed his pants, neatly folding them, and was back on her knees, slowly bobbing her head up and down on his cock.

"Ahh, mom, it's so good," Aaron struggled to say. "I can't last."

"Let me drink from you my love," Stacey whispered once again. "Please?"

"Uh huh," Aaron breathed. "Oh...wow."

"Mmmm," Stacey moaned, her mouth filling with semen. She knew her inexperienced son wouldn't last long. She didn't care.

She felt his cock pulsate and pump cum into her mouth, swallowing every last drop. She sucked it clean when it was done.

Stacey stood, smiling at him, slowly removing her dress, sliding the straps over her shoulder one at a time.

"Mom, I just," Aaron glanced to his crotch.

"It's fine, we can be naked for a while, then make love later, when you're ready," Stacey replied.

Aaron nodded. His naked mother sat next to him, assisting him with removing his shirt. Folding it, she put her arm around him, hugging his naked body against hers, kissing his cheek.

"Let's cuddle," She said, working her way to the pillows. Aaron held her in his arms, still in shock over what was happening.

"Bam! Bam! Bam!" Trish screamed out every time she landed on Bennet's cock. He was lying on his back, watching his mother fuck him wildly. "Fill my pussy with your cum! Now!"

"Ah geez!" Bennet said, unable to hold it in, unable to keep his cock from exploding. His body shook and he moaned once more while Trish landed on him one last time, grinding her clit against him.

"That's it! That's what I want!" She exclaimed, grabbing Bennet's head, kissing him hard again, his glasses crooked, his hair messy.

Trish collapsed on his chest. "Mmmm, I'm going to wake your dick up and we'll keep going!"

She kissed his face more and more, she bit at his neck, sucking his skin down his chest, tummy, and finally his cock.

"Delicious!" Trish licked cum and pussy juices from Bennet's shaft.

Bennet winced with pleasure and agony, rising to his elbows after straightening his glasses.

Stacey was kissing slowly at Aaron's neck, still in his arms, her hand roaming over his chest and stomach. She pulled his face to hers, giving him a long, deep kiss.

"I'm sorry," she giggled.

"For what?" Aaron asked.

"That kiss probably tasted like sperm," she replied.

"It's fine, mom," Aaron said.

"Good," Stacey kissed him again, her hand finding his weakened cock, stroking it, bringing it back to life.

Trish's head was banging against Bennet's lower abdomen over and over, his cock coming back to life, and reaching into the back of Trish's throat.

She wouldn't stop, not until she felt his seed flow down her gullet. Trish was an animal with Bennet.

Minutes later it happened, Bennet gripped the sheets of the bed, face contorting with pleasure as his cock erupted again, injecting his mother's throat with his warm cum.

"Oh fuck!" Trish called out, after swallowing the last of his semen. She wiped her mouth and jumped back onto Bennet.

Stacey was already on top of Aaron. She had gently guided his erect cock inside her, shaking, moaning as she felt his length enter.

"Yes," she whispered, kissing him again. "It's perfect. You're perfect." She removed Aaron's glasses, carefully placing them on the bedside table and continued kissing him, slowly grinding herself against him.

"Mom, I can't - "

"I told you it doesn't matter," Stacey said, pausing her kisses. "If you want to go, do it inside me."

Aaron nodded, staring into his mother's face, watching her smile back at his. She felt so good, so perfect. He came again, filling her with his seed, "Mommm."

"I love you," Stacey hugged him, her pussy oozing with his cum.

An hour later, Bennet was on top of Trish, her legs trapping him in place. She slapped him a couple times, "That's it! Keep going! You give mommy that perfect cock!"

"Oh shit!" Bennet couldn't believe it.

"Sweetie, stop," Trish reverted back to her normal self. "You really need to practice not cussing. I'd hate for you to slip up and say a bad word on a job interview."

"Yes, mom, I understand."

"Good," the crazed lust returned to her eyes. "No don't you dare stop fucking me! You understand me, young man?"

"Yes ma'am!"

"Good! Good," Trish, gripped her pillow, the other hand gripping the back of Bennet's head, an orgasm approaching. "Come on!" she snarled at him, biting her bottom lip."

Trish's pussy shaking, ready to open a floodgate of pleasure, drowning her body with orgasmic bliss, she cried out to her son.

"Yes! Yes!" she screamed in the hotel room. "Ohhhh yesssss."

She pulled Bennet in for a long embrace. "I love you," she said. "So much."

"I love you too. More than anyone and anything," Bennet replied.

At that same moment in Aaron and Stacey's room, Stacey was on all fours. She had presented and offered herself to Aaron earlier.

Aaron gently pulled her back against his body, his hands cupping her breasts.

"I don't know if I can keep up with you," he joked.

Stacey returned to her normal self, "Oh no, no, no, don't you hand me that crap! Get back to work boy!"

"Yes ma'am!" Aaron resumed slowly thrusting in and out of her from behind.

"That's it," she whispered. "Yes my darling, yes."

She turned to face him, looking slightly over her shoulder. Aaron's mouth found hers, his fingers teasing and rubbing her nipples.

"Mmmm," she moaned, her body tensing up. Aaron wrapped an arm around his mother, the other caressing her face. "Y-yessss."

"So good," Aaron whispered in her ear. "I love you, I've always been in love with you."

"Oh Aaron," Stacey teared up, her body tightening more, her pussy convulsing around his shaft. The fire of love and passion ignited, enveloping her in orgasmic flames.

Stacey arched her back and moaned soulfully, powerfully cumming, while her son held her from behind.

An hour later, after cumming again, the sons were exhausted, the moms unable to stop smiling. They waited for them to fall asleep and snuck out of bed.

Not bothering to put clothes on, nor caring, they exited their hotel rooms, seeing each other at the opposite end of the hallway. Stacey and Trish, giggling, jogged toward one another, meeting in the middle at the elevator.

"We did it!" Stacey exclaimed.

"Yes!" Trish hugged her. They held each other and hopped up and down, giddy over what they've done.

The elevator door opened, it was the late night cleaning service for empty rooms. The woman's mouth hung open, seeing two naked women hug and laugh.

The sisters saw someone in their peripheral vision. They both turned to the open elevator and said "hi" in unison. The door closed, the shocked cleaning lady went to another floor.

"It was the best I've ever had," Stacey said.

"Me too! It was incredible. He didn't last long, but I don't care," Trish said.

"Same here! They are exhausted now. Let's let them rest and we'll continue this back at home."

"We will?" Trish asked.

"Absolutely. We'll turn them into sexual dynamos. It'll be our secret."

"Maybe they could be our, um, you know, lovers?" Trish meekly suggested.

Stacey gasped. "Great idea! It's wrong, but I don't care!"

They hugged each other once more. "Wanna switch?" Stacey winked.

Trish giggled, "No, not in the least."

"Fair enough. But perhaps their aunts can take them out on one last date in the near future," Stacey suggested.

They parted ways in the hallway, Stacey slapping Trish's ass when she turned to leave. Back at their rooms, they curled up into their new lover's arms.



Chapter 11 

All four slept late the next morning, barely making their checkout time. The extended shower the couples took contributed to the delay. Each mom thoroughly cleaned their son, chatting casually about how their relationship is changed, thanking them for confessing their feelings to their aunts. They kissed in the hot shower, telling each other they loved them, how good and natural it felt.

When they arrived home each mom took their son to bed. They spent the rest of the day there. Aaron and Bennet were tired, sore, but couldn't get enough of them - saying over and over how much they've wanted this, how much they desired these women.

They skipped Monday through Wednesday classes, spending that time having sex with their fitness model moms.

Over time Trish started showing signs of her normal sweet, gentle, loving self but for the most part was still a wild animal in bed with her son and only her son.

The same thing was occurring with Stacey. She showed signs of her wild, crazy, dominant self but for the most part was slowly making sweet love to her son - the only man she'd been like that with.

A week after their hotel stay the cousins had a break from their mothers. Saturday night their aunts suggested a date night. A "real date" Stacey called it.

Aaron was once again with Trish and Bennet was with Stacey. They went to their own restaurants and had planned on seeing a movie afterward. They never made it to the theater.

Arriving home at the same time, Stacey took Bennet to his room, Trish took Aaron to his.

Stacey pushed Bennet on his bed, quickly flinging her dress off. "You're a smart guy. I think you knew this would happen eventually," she grinned.

Bennet smiled, watching his naked aunt mount him. "Yep."

In Aaron's room, Trish was sitting next to her nephew. "I know you said you loved me, but not in a, you know, sexual way."

"Oh well, I mean," Aaron said.

"It's ok, really it is. But I was thinking maybe we could play tonight? It'd be fun, you know?" Trish suggested.

"Yeah, it would," Aaron said, the muffled sounds of his mother grunting behind closed doors across the hall.

Trish smiled, tipping Aaron's chin toward her and kissing him. Their eyes closed and they leaned back on his bed, beginning a night of lovemaking.

Hours later, near dawn; Stacey and Trish tip-toed out of their sleeping nephew's rooms, and holding hands, they made their way to their shower.

The hot steam enveloped them, their mouths joined, tongues swirling around each other. Stacey's fingers were embedded deep inside Trish, Trish's inside Stacey.

Breaking the kiss, they told each other they loved one another in unison.

Also climaxing in unison, the sister's moans echoed throughout the bathroom.

Under the covers, kissing between words, Stacey suggested they sleep in their son's rooms from now on.

"Good idea," Trish agreed. "We can use this room as something special."

"Yes. Every weekend. You and Bennet can be in here, then the following weekend Aaron and I."

"What about the two of us?" Trish asked.

"Well we can sneak off every once in a while. Or on the third weekend after you and Bennet, then Aaron and I, you and I could be in here. It'd be special mommy-sister time. I'm sure they'd understand. They could even watch if they wanted," Stacy suggested.

"Yes!" Trish agreed.

They did just that. The next weekend Trish and Bennet were in the master bedroom, enjoying a nice bath. The following weekend was Aaron and Stacey.

The third weekend, Friday night, Stacey convinced her son and nephew to sit naked on the couch. They were shy at first, Stacey telling them not to look at one another, rolling her eyes in the process. The sons finally loosened up, not glancing at each other's cocks.

"Gosh you probably jacked those things off to us all the time. You never did it together?" Stacey asked, straddling Aaron.

"Ew, no," Aaron answered.

"Mom we've been talking. I think we want to change school some. Not drop out, but change direction," Bennet spoke up.

"Yes? What'd you have in mind?" Trish was straddling him too.

"We were thinking photography," Bennet said. The sons smiling at their mothers.

Stacey and Trish nodded. "That's a wonderful idea," Trish said, leaning down to kiss Bennet. She offered him a breast, Stacey doing the same.

*

It was close to midnight a couple hours later. Moonlight mixed with street lights traveled through their living room window, shining on Stacey and Trish's slick backs. They were riding two men on a couch - their sons.

It had been two hours, they had no plans to stop; they were going all night.

Their sons had gotten better, their stamina improved. Just after midnight Aaron and Bennet came inside Stacey and Trish, filling them with cum. They looked embarrassed, not lasting as long as their mothers deserved.

Stacey and Trish kissed them, letting them know without words, that it didn't matter if they didn't last as long as they'd like. They would rest up and keep going.

After a passionate kiss to their sons, Stacey and Trish turned to face one another. Aaron and Bennet watched their mothers kiss, tongues clashing. It ended with a long string of saliva connecting their mouths. They smiled at one another, then to their sons, resuming their night of passion.

These sisters did everything together.

The end.

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I'm debating on making this a series - each story containing different fitness model moms etc. I'm still fleshing out ideas.

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