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Home on Leave Ch. 01

By: barry_nine



I was home from the Air Force. Dad was off on yet another business trip, so it was just mom and I alone at the house for the week. In fact, I suppose it had always been this way, as long as I can recall. When I was a kid, I guess I had been my mother's only company other than the other housewives in the neighborhood. 

Of course, once I got older, into high school and sports and girls, even I was not there. Then there was college for a couple of years and then, when I decided I wanted a little adventure, I joined the service. I remember mom crying when she learned I was going, and I had always thought it was because she was afraid for my safety. I guess I did not realize that she was just lonely. Looking back on it now, I suppose she was crying more for herself than me. I mean, after all, I was joining the Air Force, it was not like I was going to be charging any hills or anything. I was stationed in San Antonio, far from Desert Storm.

The first couple of days, I had been out with my friends, but I guess I was finally growing a bit as a person. I could sense the frustration and loneliness Mom was feeling, as we dined at her favorite restaurant, a little Italian place tucked away in the city. I also noticed she was drinking a little more wine than usual at the meal. By the time we got home, Mom was feeling quite good. She was even giggling, as we returned home.

"Thank you for this, honey," she smiled, as we slipped in the door. Her blue eyes danced as she looked up at me. Mom was quite short, barely over five feet tall. She had been a gymnast at one time, though she had felt the need to quit when she got "too top heavy" (her words). Her frequent trips to a gym and her love for cycling had kept her petite frame quite lovely. This particular evening, Mom had dressed up. She was wearing a shorter dress than usual, which showed off her tanned, toned legs. It was summer, so she had worn no hose. The effect of the white sundress and her dark skin and auburn hair made me see Mom as a truly beautiful woman. 

On this evening her smile had an impish quality to it. I had seen that often when I was a child, but less as I grew older. It was as if she had a secret that she just wanted so very badly to share. It was times like these that I always wondered what Dad was thinking. Couldn't he send someone else to Decatur? Shit, I thought, Mom is a knockout.

Mom and I stayed up past midnight, drinking yet more wine and talking about all sorts of things. Mom had become, and I suppose, always was a night owl. I had been a night person as well, but Texas was two hours ahead and the wine was getting to me. I toddled off to bed about one or so. 

I suppose it was about three when I got up to go downstairs to get glass of water. Not expecting Mom to be up, especially after all the wine, I didn't bother with a robe, and just went down stairs clad only in my boxers. By the time I got down to the kitchen, I could hear the TV on in the den. I quickly drew a glass of water from the tap, and was about to head back up to my room, when I heard strange noises coming from the TV. 

The sounds were faint, but they were the unmistakable sounds of porn. I had a fairly healthy collection back n S.A., so I knew porn sounds. I peeked into the den. The room was dark, except for the TV. I could barely make out Mom, as she lay on the couch. Figuring she had fallen asleep, I crept in to turn off the TV. I suppose I also wanted to see a little porn, just enough to masturbate to when I got up stairs, but my main focus was turning off the TV. 

As I slipped in, I could see two men sharing a rather large breasted woman in what looked like was a park. The scene, while amateurish, was really arousing. As I reached for the remote, which sat alongside my dozing mother, I recognized the petite, well-endowed woman as my mother. Neither of the men were my father. I was stunned. I stood there frozen, a tent growing involuntarily at the crotch of my boxers, as I watched two strangers take my mother's pussy and mouth. From the looks of it, it was actually her cunt and mouth taking the two strangers. 

Her long, painted nails gripped the thighs of the man in her mouth, as if she was locking him in place. Meanwhile, her ass kept plunging back towards the large cock in her pussy. I saw the camera move to a better angle and immediately wondered just who was filming this scene. As I reached beside Mom for the remote, her small hand slipped around my wrist. "Please, Mike, don't turn it off."

Her voice was husky. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I could see that the sundress was laid across the back of her couch. Mom was under a thin blanket, but I could sense that she was nude beneath it. The intermittent light from the TV made her eyes seem to glow, as she looked up at me from the couch. Her right leg was bent and pressed to the back of the couch. I could make out the smoothness of her tanned thigh, as the blanket had slipped from it. God, I couldn't help but think things I had never thought about my mom.

"I always cum when I watch this, you know," Mom said softly. I could feel her eyes on me. I looked down at her mutely, my hand trembling slightly. I could not believe my ears or my eyes. "You seem to be enjoying my little movie, too, honey," she said softly, a wry smile turning up the corners of her red, pouty lips.

"Uh, oh, I'm sorry Mom," I stammered, not knowing exactly what to say about the video, my nude mother beneath the blanket or my obvious arousal at both. I released the remote and started to get the hell out of there when Mom's grip on my wrist tightened slightly.

"Please, honey, stay for a bit," she whispered, as if whispering it made it okay—as if the fact that the plea was spoken softly somehow softened the fact that she wanted her only child to watch her used and using two anonymous men in a local park. 

Not knowing what to say or do, I merely stood there. I stood there in my boxers, my erection obvious even in the scant, flickering light, as I watched a sex video with my mother, who, incidentally, was the star attraction. I could feel the blood pulsing into my throbbing cock, even as I tried to will it to deflate. It seemed the more I thought of it, the harder it got. 

Mom sat up on the couch, the blanket covering her nude body slipped momentarily from her breasts. At first, her delicate hands moved to pull the blanket up to cover herself, but she paused, and then just let the cloth gather at her lap. Her breasts were lovely. She patted the couch beside her and, looking up at me, silently urged me to sit beside her. Without straying my eyes from the full, surprisingly pert breasts punctuated by those small, hard nipples, I sat beside her. I was unaware that in doing so, the head of my blood-engorged cock had poked out from the opening in the front of my underwear.

Without a word, Mom slipped her small hand around it. Her fingers wrapped gently around the shaft, just below the purple mushroom head. Her hand was so small, so delicate, that she could not quite get her fingers all the way around it. Her thumb rubbed over the tip, smearing a generous droplet of precum over the head. 

In the video, Mom was rewarded for her efforts with a load of cum in her eager mouth. There must have been a great deal of it, as it streamed out over her bottom lip and onto her chin, as she squealed like a schoolgirl with delight. I saw the cock in her mouth pull back and send a last long stream onto my mother's face and long, auburn hair. Though I could not tell when the video was taped, from her hairstyle, I knew that it was as recently as a year ago. 

As she watched the stream splash onto her face, Mom's hand gripped my cock tighter, I could see her other hand moving under the blanket and hear the sounds of the fingers moving at her dampness. She was so aroused that there was a slight sloshing sound that was loud enough to be heard over the commotion on the video. Her voice was a faint, breathy rasp as she said, "God, I love that part, honey. He came so fucking hard in my mouth."

The nasty edge in my mother's voice brought another dollop of precum to the tip of my raging cock. As if beckoned by the fluid gathering there, Mom leaned down and flicked it away with her tongue before bringing her face to mine. "Kiss me, Mike," she breathed. 

Placing my hand at the back of her dark red hair, gripping a hunk of it in my hand, I pulled my mother's lips hard to mine. My tongue swirled with hers, giving me a hint of the taste of my precum which still lingered there. I was soul kissing my mother. She had moved so that now her breasts were pressed against the flesh of my chest. I could feel the heat from Mom's sex, as she straddled my lap, her arms slipping over my shoulders, as she kissed me hungrily.

Even at the moment of this writing, I can still feel my mother's wetness against my hardness, as my cock protruded from my boxers. The slickness of the folds of her pussy seemed to take hold of it---grip it. The blanket was now in a featureless pile on the floor, as her nude body writhed upon me. 

We kissed passionately. There was no thought of "no this is wrong" or "we shouldn't be doing this". We just went with it. The decision had already been made. Perhaps it had been made as early as when she looked up at me with those sparkling blue eyes and thanked me for a wonderful evening. Maybe even, the decision had been made when Dad had to go out of town, yet again, or even, I suppose when Mom taped being taken by two strange men in a park. Nevertheless, nothing about that moment seemed wrong. It was something between two people who loved each other.

Mom broke our kiss, and reached down between us. She laughed, as she said in a deep, needy voice, "I have to have this in me right now!" The material of my boxers now soaked with her juices, Mom slipped the entire length of my cock from the flap. She inhaled deep, as she whispered, "My god, baby, you are all grown up, aren't you?"

That said, I felt her folds slip over the head of my cock. Slowly, her walls stretched for her son's cock, as Mom eased herself down over my thickness. Her head tilted back slightly and her eyes flickered closed. Instinctively, as Mom arched her back to ease me into her, I leaned down and swirled a small brown nipple with my tongue, as my hands gripped her round ass.

"Oh, fuck yes, baby. Suck Mommy's tit," she growled. She let herself drop down onto me. Her cuntflesh undulated around my cock, as she rolled her hips. I bit lightly on her nipple, and she pulled my mouth hard to her breast. "Yes, baby boy, just like that, honey. You are such a good boy for Mommy, aren't you?"

Mom moved up and down on my cock slowly at first. She seemed to be savoring each inch of its thickness and length. As my mouth moved from one nipple to the other, she turned her chest slightly from side to side, as if to feed one nipple, then the other, alternately to my waiting mouth. 

Before long, Mom was moving faster on me. Each time she slammed her self down on my member, she grunted. It was not too long until her long nails dug into the flesh of my shoulders and pushed my back hard against the back of the couch. I could feel her shuddering orgasm and the spray of her honey wash over my cock. She cried out my name. She whimpered as she came around me, "Oh, Mikey, I do love you so, baby."

The sound of my mother's voice calling to me in her climax sent me over the edge. I had not expected it, but I came hard up into my mother's pussy. I positively gushed my seed into her, as I called out, "Fuck, Mom, I'm cumming."

I suppose it was either the feel of my unanticipated explosion or the fact that it was her son's exploding inside her quivering walls that set her off, but Mom immediately came again, slapping my shoulders with her palms as she did. 

In time, our tremors subsided. Mom collapsed against me. My hands slowly caressed her back. My fingertips explored the smooth flesh, as she kissed my shoulder. Our sweat slicked bodies pressed lovingly together. After a time, Mom leaned back, my cock, semi-erect still inside her. The mix of our cum oozed out around our joining, as Mom whispered, "I love you so much, baby boy."

Smiling up into her eyes, my hands sliding to her hips, as I felt her walls tighten around me, I replied, "I love you too, Mom." 

(Perhaps to be continued)

Home on Leave Ch. 02



It was almost 10 a.m. when I awakened. Mom had slept upstairs in my bed and in my arms. She had already risen. I could smell her perfume on the pillow where her head had lain, as she slept. The scent aroused me but not merely sexually. It was much, much deeper than physical.

Twenty-four hours earlier, if someone had told me that I would have made love to my mother, that comment would have started a fight. Yet, at that moment, as I lay there drinking in the memory of her lowering herself onto my throbbing cock, I did not so much think of it having been sex between mother and son. That, on the surface, if that had been all I felt, would have been wrong on so many levels. 

Somewhere, between the moment I had reached for that remote, and the moment she opened her soft folds around my manhood, she ceased merely being my mother and I ceased just being a son. We became two beings who needed each other. While we would be mother and son forever, I knew also that we had become something more. Even if we never became intimate again, we had been two lost souls who found each other at a point in time where we both needed it most.

As I showered, I harkened back to the previous night in my mind. I could still feel her walls gripping my shaft, as she shuddered in orgasm. I could hear her calling my name, even as the water eroded her lingering scent from my body. I could taste the sweat on her body, as I suckled at her nipples. My cock was stiff, as I thought about her. I wanted her. I needed her. 

Before I knew I was doing it, I had turned my back to the cascading water and began stroking my cock. My strokes were quick, efficient. My mind wandered from the first gentle caress of her hand to her wanton taking of me. I remembered her words. "I have to have this in me right now!" she had said.

Her voice, at once pleading and at the same time demanding, rang resoundingly in my head. I came in long streams that spewed from my cock and onto the far wall of the shower. As my orgasm subsided, I found that my knees had grown weak, and it took me a few minutes to gather myself. As the water was growing a little cold, I hurriedly finished my shower.

While I was shaving, I thought of the video Mom had been watching. I wondered, curiously and fairly surprisingly without jealousy, just who those men had been. In fact, the thing that had me most curious was the identity of the person manning the camera. I had not yet decided if I would ask. Perhaps, I thought, I might really not want to know.

As I headed downstairs, I could smell breakfast. The rich aroma of bacon wafted through the air and made my stomach growl. With each step I descended, I thought of how I should approach Mom. Should I approach her as her son--or, rather as a lover? Should I act as if nothing happened? Could I act as if nothing had happened on the couch, or later in my bed?

When I stepped into the kitchen, I learned, rather quickly, that I need not have worried. Mom greeted me with an open mouth kiss and a playful grope of my ass. "Mmmm", she moaned after our passionate good morning. "I hope your hungry, honey. Me? I'm absolutely starving", she smiled, her blue eyes shining brightly. She was wearing a bright green sleeveless top that exposed her mid rift over a darker green spandex shorts. As she bent to pull out the biscuits from the oven, her round ass seemed to be beckoning me. I couldn't help but place my hand on a firm, round cheek.

"Hey, mister man!" she scolded. "First things first. You sit down and eat. We can play later. I am still your mother, you know." She winked at the last remark, as she placed the tray of biscuits on top of the range. Even after bringing myself off in the shower, I was already growing hard. I found that I was more hungry than horny, though, as I dug eagerly into the breakfast my mother had lovingly prepared.

As we sat and had our breakfast in the little nook overlooking the pool, I kept thinking back to the men in the video. Just before my intense curiosity got the better of me, Mom asked me about how I liked the service. 

"It's good, Mom. Not great, but good", I replied, as I spooned jam on to a biscuit. "Randolph isn't a real good base for a first term airman."

"How's that, honey?"

"Well, it's a command base. I feel like I'm just a number there", I answered. Mom reached to my wrist and gently stroked my forearm. The sensation was electric. I found myself looking deeply into my mother's eyes. Her countenance was quite serious just then. She asked if I was seeing anyone.

"No one, Mom", I said after a pause. "I mean, I date, but no one seriously."

Still stroking my arm, Mom said, "It's okay if you are, baby." Laughing softly, though it did not seem all that much a happy laugh, she added, "After all, I am married to your father."

"I know, but—", before I could finish, Mom stopped me with a gentle squeeze of my arm.

"Your father and I have had an open marriage for years, honey", she said. She spoke in a monotone, as if she had been rehearsing this little speech since last night. As I think of it, maybe she had been rehearsing it for a lot longer. 

"It was Bill's idea", she paused, then continued, "I had been a virgin when we married. Oh, was I ever naïve. Our sex life, in the beginning was great, or so I thought, anyway. I mean, what did I have to compare it to?"

As Mom spoke of her life with my father, she gathered up our dishes. It was as if she wanted to be doing something, as she weaved the tale. "Before I got pregnant with you, we seemed to fuck ever day. Sometimes, we would spend whole weekends in bed. Then, I had you. Looking back on it, I think Bill lost interest in me sexually after that. I suppose I didn't notice, because I had you in my life. And you were such a beautiful child, baby."

Mom moved behind me and slipped her arms around my neck and kissed me on top of my head, as she had down when I was little. When her hands moved down to my chest, caressing the rise of my pecs, I allowed my hand to reach back to her. I slid it up and down gently along the outside of her spandex covered thigh. She breathed a soft, sexy little sigh before continuing, her arms still caressing me, her face turned so that her cheek rested on top of my head.

"Anyway, to make a long story short, Bill and I got into swinging with another couple we had met. You remember Jim and Tammy, don't you?" she asked without awaiting answer. "Oh, I doubt that you would. Whenever they came over, we made sure you were either at your grandparents or at a sleepover with one of your little friends."

"After a while, it was like Bill did not want to be just with me, anymore. In fact, he didn't seem to want to be with anyone, but he did---does enjoy seeing me with other people."

"Other...people?" I asked. "Women, too?"

"Oh yes, your father especially likes seeing that" Mom replied, as she poured another cup of coffee. When she sat back down, she had moved her chair closer to mine; her delicate hand fell upon my thigh, kneading the muscle of my thigh through my jeans. "I was not so much into it at first, but then Julie came along."

"Julie? You mean Aunt Julie, Dad's sister---that Julie?" I asked wide-eyed. My hand had covered the hand she had placed at my thigh. It was so small in my hand, I noticed. 

Laughing, her smile impish she replied, "Yes, honey. That Julie." I had always noticed that Julie was visiting a lot. When she visited, Mom and Dad were always allowing me to go to movies. They would even pay for my friends to go. It was all making sense now. 

"So, you and Aunt Julie---", my voice tapered off. The thought of my tall, long legged Aunt Julie, images of whom I more than once masturbated over the years, licking my mother's shaved pussy made me hard as a rock.

"Yes, and before you ask, your father too."

"Dad fucked Julie?" asked, incredulous.

"Yes", Mom answered. She must have sensed my arousal, for her hand moseyed over to the growing bulge in my jeans. "They hadn't until she visited once and Bill suggested that she and I get together. Julie has always been quite sexual, so it didn't take too much convincing."

Mom then related the story of how she seduced Julie over drinks by the pool on summer evening. They had moved to the hot tub, and Mom had removed her bathing suit. Without a word, Julie had done the same. In minutes, they were giggling and kissing and petting. 

Mom told me that she had never let herself go with a woman until that night. Up to then, Mom said that she had been merely going through the motions for Dad's entertainment. In fact, the whole swinging thing had been for his sake. That is, until Julie entered the picture. Julie had been the catalyst for all that would come after. The whole time she talked, she alternately gripped and released my hardness.

"If it wasn't for Julie, I would still just be going through the motions---still faking orgasms for Bill. But the things Julie makes me feel, honey---I had never felt them with anyone, not even your father. Just having her present makes brings me close to cumming. She was the one taking that video, by the way. Knowing she was there, there watching, made me cum so hard with those men."

"Who were they, anyway, Mom?" I asked, finding I really did not care at the moment. Mom's hand was slowly unzipping me under the table, as I posed the question.

She laughed loudly at that. "I haven't the foggiest", she said. Her hand was slipping inside my jeans. I had gone "commando", as my friends and I called it, foregoing the boxers this morning when I dressed. "That was the first time and the last time I saw either one." 

"Oooo, easy access for Mommy, huh?" she cooed, finding my cock easily and withdrawing it from my fly. "What a good son you are to make things easy for your loving mother. I think you deserve a fitting reward for your thoughtfulness, Mike."

With that, Mom lowered her lips to my cock. I scooted my chair back from the table, as Mom's tongue flicked over the head of my cock. "Baby, your precum tastes so good. I bet your cum tastes even better."

I let my hands drop to Mom's head. Her thick mane had been pulled back in a long ponytail. With one hand, I gripped the ponytail, the other rested at the top of her head. I looked down lustfully, as she worked her tongue around the crown. She dropped to her knees between my legs, her blue eye looking up into mine, as her full lips slowly descended down the shaft of my cock. 

"Ohhhh, Mom. Your mouth feels so good on my cock", hearing her moan loudly, I added, "Yes, Mommy, suck your baby boy."

That last must have flicked a switch inside my mother, as her sucking became furious instantly. Her head was whipping, as she shoved her left hand down her tight cycling shorts and stroked my cock in time with the movement of her lips up and down my shaft. From time to time, she would let my cock slip from her lips, only to run her tongue greedily along the shaft. Then she would growl deeply and recapture it, plunging her lips the entire eight inches down to my quickly tightening balls. 

Her saliva was running onto my balls and drenching the crotch of my jeans, as she sucked. The nature of her fellatio was a taking more than servicing. This was the cock of her little boy. She was claiming it with mouth, tongue and throat.

I could feel she was near the edge. I could hear it in her whimpers and feel it in the way her tongue swirled at the underside of my pulsing meat. Panting, I whispered in a soft, almost child-like voice, "Oh fuck me with your mouth, Mommy. Make your little boy cum."

That was all it took, she literally screamed on my cock as she came. Her body went into spasms almost without control. I came an instant later filling her mouth with my warm, salty jets. She squealed on my cock, as I filled her mouth. My load was so great, that even though I had cum three times in the last eight hours or so, she could not gulp it all down. It bubbled over her lips, and onto her chin and blouse.

"Oh my god, that was intense, Mikey", she stammered, grinning up at me with cum dripping from her chin. She rose up and whispered, "You don't mind kiss Mommy when she's all sloppy, do you honey?"

I shook my head no, though I had never tasted my own cum before. I knew I could not refuse her, and the thought of kissing my mother's cum covered lips was quite arousing for some reason. I pulled her up into my lap and kissed my mother deeply. My tongue experiencing, for the first time, the taste of semen, as we kissed. Surprisingly, I found the taste, from her lips at least, to be not at all unpleasant. In fact, I could feel my cock, which had been slowly deflating beneath my mother's spandex covered ass, re-inflating.

I suppose she could feel my prick mounting a rather quick comeback, as well. For upon breaking our kiss, she looked at me with a lusty smile and said, "Oh, I think we found another thing you might enjoy. Huh, baby?"

Smiling back at her and lifting her waif-like body into my arms, I replied, "I just might. But there is one thing I know I will enjoy." With that, I carried her over to the kitchen counter and sat her on top of the rise where the wet bar was. I leaned down and kissed her belly, as she giggled softly. I licked her navel, as I started tugging her shorts down. Mom helped by wriggling from them, and they were soon on the floor. She unbuttoned her top, as I stripped off her panties.

Mom's pussy was as delicate as she was. I saw, for the first time since the past night's encounters had been in the dark, that she was tanned all over. In my mind's eye, I saw her lay in a tanning booth, her legs parted slightly so that she would not have any tan lines. As much as I wanted to return my cock deep into that lovely snatch, I sat down in a barstool, propped each of her thighs on a shoulder and slowly slipped my tongue up and down her slit. I let my tongue feather slowly over her. I lifted her a little so I could slip my tongue all the way down to her rosebud. I teased it with the tip of my tongue.

"Oh, honey. Mommy loves that, baby", she whimpered, her hands gripping my hair. In that way, Mom moved my mouth up and down, from her clit to her asshole. Finally, she settled my mouth to her clit and held me there. "Suck Mommy's clit, baby boy. Suck it like a good son."

My lips formed a tight little O, and I sucked her clit into my mouth like a tiny cock. I tightened my lips on it and began to let my head gently bob. This was not lost on my mother, as she growled, "Yeah, Mike, just like sucking a cock. Suck your mother's little cock."

Her hips were pushing up to my face. I plunged two fingers into her drenched cunt, as she fucked my mouth with her hard little nub. I let my teeth brush it from time to time, as I suckled. My free hand found its way to a nipple, which I pinched and pulled gently. One of her hands fell upon mine and held my hand there, guiding the twisting and pulling.

With a wry smile, my lips still pressed around the pebble hard clit, I moaned, "Cum in my mouth, Mommy. Cum in your baby's mouth." I bit her clit to punctuate my words, not hard, but hard enough. Her hips lift hard to my mouth, with almost enough force to bruise, as she screamed out in a jarring climax. Her thighs squeezed tight at my face, as she brought her ankles together at my back. 

"Oh, fuck", she crooned, as she trembled for what seemed forever. "Oh fuck, that was unreal, Mike." She was breathless and sweating. Her breasts heaved, as I released her clit from my lips. Mom then gripped my shoulders and pulled my face to hers, her tongue invading my mouth. "Fuck me, baby. Fuck Mommy with that huge cock of yours."

I needed no further invitation, as my pants had already fallen to my ankles. Without kicking out of them, I climbed up on the bar with her. I slammed my cock into her. I pulled from her lips, and shoved my juice-covered fingers into my mother mouth. She sucked them with a look of delight in her eyes, as I began to take her hard.

Her legs wrapped about my waist, and I was slamming into her over and over. I grabbed Mom's wrists and held them over her head, pinning them to the cold, granite counter. My knees protested at the granite with each hard thrust but my assault on my mother sex was not slowed. I did not really feel the pain until much later, when I would find my knees skinned and bruised. I just kept pounding.

Mom's cunt was so wet by this time that the sloshing of our fucking permeated throughout the kitchen. Leaning down, as I fucked her, I bit one nipple, then the other. She screamed in delight, as the first bite made her cum again. My abuse of her sopping cunt continued. I know for a fact my mother came twice more, before my now sore cock finally exploded inside her. I pulled out and stroked the last few drops onto her belly, as I knelt between her trembling legs.

I returned to the barstool, my jeans still gathered at my feet. My cock lolling spent between my legs. Mom was reaching down and rubbing cum over her taut belly. Her fingers dipped into her pussy, retrieved some of the semen and brought it to her lips with a satisfied smile.

"Mike, I have never had anything close to this with anyone, even your Aunt", Mom said with a soft sigh. "I have never cum like this. I know this is wicked, but I find that I just can't get enough of you—"

Then, sitting up ramrod straight, Mom said, "Oh no, Julie is going to be her in a little bit! I almost forgot."

Laughing, I said, "I guess we are going to have to shower again." I help Mom off the counter before reaching to grab my jeans. 

"We only have an hour before she gets here, honey, "she said, then added with a smile, "But if we shower together, we just might make it. No funny business, okay mister man?"

"Oh, I will be a perfect gentleman, Mom."

"But only until Julie gets here, and we can let her in on our little secret," Mom said, kissing me softly, then taking my hand and leading me to the master bath. "She is bringing her camera. I want something for us both to enjoy while you are back in Texas."

We headed off to get ourselves cleaned up for Aunt Julie.

(To be continued)



Home on Leave Ch. 03



Julia arrived just past one, and I was already downstairs in some gym shorts, a 49ers throwback jersey and flip flops. I wore things that were as easy to remove as possible. I knew they wouldn't be on me all that long. I was semi-erect, my cock starting to press obscenely at the loose material of my dark red shorts, as I answered the door.

When I was in the shower, Mom had intimated, as I help trim her soft, reddish bush into a neat little triangle, that she had never shaved herself there until Julia. Julia shaved completely, Mom had told me, but my dad liked the trimmed, not "naked" look. It was all I could do to concentrate on the task at hand and not take Mom right then and there, as the warm water had pelted our flesh. 

Julia could not have been more different from my mother. Where Mom was barely over five feet tall, if that, Julia was nearly six feet tall. Where Mom was almost elfin, Julia reminded me of one of those Amazon warrior women. Aunt Julia lifted weights and her body, though still very feminine, had a muscularity to it that was strikingly provocative. Also, while my Mom needed to spend consistent amounts of time maintaining a tan, Julia's olive skin literally tanned for the beach season in minutes.

When I greeted Julia at the door, her gaze immediately went to the crotch of my gym shorts, which was becoming more and more misshapen by the second, as I saw how my aunt was dressed. Julia had worn black leather boots that came to above her knee and folded down forward. She wore a black leather micro-mini that barely covered her sex and completely exposed the dark flesh of her muscular thighs. Julia's top was a matching corset with leather lacing. She looked every bit the dome she was, as she entered the house. I found myself alternately wondering what I was in for and what the neighbors must have thought, had they seen this leather lady in stilettos arrive in such a conservative neighborhood.

Aunt Julia's four-inch heels clicked along the tiled floor of the entry way, as she slipped past me, long red nails reached down and brushed my cock through my shorts, as she passed. "Oh, Karen was right, Mike. You are quite exceptional," she said, her back to me, as she headed for the family room. "I have some equipment in a large black bag in the backseat of my car, would you get that for me, Mike?"

"Sure, Aunt Julia," I replied. Mom had not warned me that Julia was dominant, though I might have guessed it. Julia was such a free spirit; I doubt that she could have been otherwise. I had absolutely no experience in that lifestyle to that point, so I was treading in uncharted waters. As I retrieved the bag from Julia's BMW, I decided to just go with the flow. After all, it had served me well the last twelve hours or so.

When I returned, Mom was kneeling in a soft, filmy white gown at Julia's feet. Mom's feet were tucked beneath her and her head was bowed. Mom's full mane of red hair cascaded down over her full breasts. Mom's hands were on her knees, which were spread apart, and her palms faced upwards. As I entered, Julia told me to place the bag on the couch beside her, and I did so. 

"Now, Mike. Take a seat over here, please," she said, patting the couch beside her. I noted that not once did Julia's dark brown eyes ever leave my mother. "My girl tells me that you helped her trim her pubic hair. Is that true?"

When I answered that I had, I saw that Julia had reached into the bag, and retrieved a thick leather dog collar. As I took a seat, Julia slipped the collar about Mom's neck and affixed a chain to it. "Did my girl please you, Mike?"

Looking at my mother, her head bowed, I responded with a hushed, "Yes, Aunt Julia, she did." I started to feel sorry for my mother, but my eyes spied her hardened nipples peeking between strands of red hair. I found myself, in spite of what had occurred the previous few hours, more than a little surprised that my mom was into this sort of thing. I had always thought it was for freaks, but then I had also thought incest was along the same lines, as well. It seems that my education into things sexual was only beginning.

Then, speaking to my mother, Julia asked, "Did you enjoy fucking your own child, girl?" The tone of her voice was as a queen speaking to a servant.

"Yes, Mistress, I did very much enjoy fucking my son." My mother kept her eyes averted from us, as she spoke. Her body was becoming flushed, and even though we had been lovers only one night, I knew she was as aroused as she had been when we had fucked.

Tugging the chain, Julia forced my mother's face to lift to hers. Julia leaned forward on the couch, kissed my mother's lips softly and, looking deeply into her eyes, whispered, "I told you fucking him would be a pleasure, did I not, girl?"

"Yes, Mistress." It was just then that I understood that it perhaps had not been my mother's idea to seduce me, but that Julia had suggested, or rather required it. "Thank you, Mistress."

"My girl was wavering, as girls like her are wont to do, Mike. She wanted so bad to have you, but she could not bring herself to do it," Julia said. "It was only after I told her to please you that this one got the nerve to do what she had wanted for a very, very long time. Isn't that right, girl?"

"Yes, Mistress. I had wanted to fuck my son for a long time. I am so glad that you allowed me the courage to give myself to him." Mom looked over to me and smiled softly. "I love you, Mike."

Smiling approvingly, Julia leaned and whispered into my mother ear. I could see Julia's lips linger there, as her soft pink tongue flicker over my mom's ear. Then, without a word, Mom stood and took a camera and tripod from the bag I had brought in from Julia's car. 

As Mom set the camera up a few feet from us, Julia lean back towards the far end of the couch from me. She spread herself open to me, and I saw that she was wearing nothing under her skirt. Draping one leg over the back of the couch, her brown eyes staring straight into mine, Julia said in a soft, loving tone, "Now Mike, it is my turn to be pleasured by you. Come here and lick my pussy."

I needed no further instruction, as I moved quickly to her. My lips pressed to the smooth, shaved mound, and then flicked my tongue over Julia's hard, pink clit, which protruded from her folds. I felt her adjust herself under me, as I slowly circled her clit with my tongue. I could hear Mom grab another camera from the bag. Knowing that I was being videotaped from now two different angles made me even harder. I could sense Mom leaning over us capturing everything, as I licked my aunt slowly. 

"Ohhhhh, yesssss, Mike. That is terrific. My girl said you were quite skilled, and I can tell now that she understated your expertise. I dearly enjoy my cunt being sucked by a man who knows what he is doing," Julia moaned, her hand guiding me, not only along her sex, but also so that my actions could be caught on video.

Soon, Julia was moving her hips in rolling lunges at my mouth. My saliva was pouring over her, as I lapped at her wetly. I could feel her moving her torso and could tell that she was opening her corset. Soon, I heard my mother moaning at Julia's breast, as she sucked at a nipple. I would later learn that Julia had taken the cam duties, though as she writhed, the video from that cam would be difficult to follow.

Pressing my upper lip to Julia's pebble-hard nub, I started to push my tongue in and out of her tasty pussy. Her scent was amazingly provocative and the taste was indescribable. I had eaten my share of pussy to that time, but this was by far the best I had experienced. In fact, I have yet to find one that even approaches her. 

I was entranced by Julia's cunt to the point where I was lurching against the seat cushion the long couch. My cock rigidly rubbing the leather covering of the cushion through my gym shorts, I was almost close to coming like that when Julia cried out deeply and sprayed my face with her nectar. At that, I buried my face at her sex and treasured each luscious drop. 

When I looked up to her with a cunt-drenched smile, Mom was taping me from just behind Aunt Julia's shoulder. My mother's free hand was idly playing at Julia's left nipple.

Taking the camera from my mother, Julia ordered Mom onto all fours facing the couch, where her face was between Julia's outstretched legs. "I think your son has earned a little reward, girl."

"Yes, Mistress, I agree," Mom said, wriggling her ass at me and smiling back at me over her shoulder. Mom's chain was then pulled, her face then buried into Julia's soaked snatch, as I positioned myself behind my mother. I had slipped off my clothes hurriedly, as I moved behind her.

Mom was almost as wet as Julia had been. I assumed, I would later learn correctly, that Mom had cum while taping the action. When I stroked my cockhead slowly up and down Mom's swollen pink lips, I could hear her muffled squeals as she sucked Julia's delicious slit. 

"Tell me what you feel, Mike," Julia rasped in a far away voice. Her hand holding the camera off to the side, so that she could capture my mother's licking. Julia's eyes were glazed over a bit. "Tell me what it feels like to stick that huge cock into your mother."

I stammered a bit, as I had never had cause to narrate before, and it felt a little odd. "It's so fucking tight and wet, Aunt Julia. Mom has a warm, tight pussy."

'I know, Mike. I have always wanted to fuck my girl. I always wished I had a cock, so I could use that tight little cunny," Julia had set the cam aside. Now, both her hands were entangled in Mom's hair, as her hips fucked my mom's face. 

Mom's back arched as I pushed into her. "Fuck, Aunt Julia, her cunt muscles grip me like a vise when I push into her. She's so tight when she does that. It's like fucking a virgin."

Laughing softly, Julia pulled my mother's head up by her hair. "Did you hear that, girl? Your son says that you are as tight as a virgin. That's my girl, a blessed virgin." Julia smiled up at me, as she returned Mom's mouth to her cunt. 

As I pushed in and out slowly, not wanting to cum too fast, as the sight before me was amazing, I watched my mother's mouth being taken by my father's sister. Julia's breasts were small, but firm and round. They were the breasts of an athlete. She was dark even there. Her areolas were large and brown, again the perfect opposite of my mother's. 

Mom's pussy undulated faster and tighter than it had the night before. Soon, as my pumping grew a little harder, my thrusts faster and deeper, I heard my mother's lips emit that tell tale squeal that told both of her lovers that she was cumming. 

As she came, I slapped my mother's ass. I slapped hard. I watched the cheek jiggle and redden. Mom squealed even louder, as she started eating Aunt Julia with a sort of fury that I had never seen before. Mom was almost growling into Julia's cunt. Mom's squeals sent Julia over the edge. Julia lifted her hips high off the couch, as she greeted Mom with a cascade of juices that was even greater than when I had eaten her just minutes earlier. 

I kept pumping my hips at Mom. I started slapping her harder and harder. Finally, I found that perfect blow. That amount of force that took Mom to that place where pleasure and pain mix. Where pain and pleasure are indistinguishable from one another. With each swat, Mom screamed into Julia's pussy. Mom's juices flowed freely. I watched as Julia shuddered with her.

"That's it, Mike," Julia moaned with an evil grin, "spank that horny little slut's ass. She loves ever slap, don't you, girl? Fuck her hard and good. She has been so good to us, she deserves every thing we do to her."

I stopped slapping only so I could grip Mom's hips and draw back to me with each of my thrusts. I became vicious, almost feral. God, I was treating my mother like a whore---a slave, and she loved every brutal pump of my cock into her. With each hammering drive, Mom's face plunged hard to Julia's cunt. 

Mom was almost sobbing into Julia's pussy, as I announced to the women that I was about to cum. "Cum all over her back, Mike," Julia commanded. "Cum all over my girl's back. I want to see how much cum you have in those balls of yours."

I felt my seed bubbling up from my juice-slicked balls. I pulled quickly from Mom's quivering fuckhole, and my cum shot in a long stream from my cock up her back and into her hair, which had gathered at her mid back. As more of my jizz exploded from my cock, Julia reached down and gathered some on her fingertips and placed them at her lips. Julia's eyes gazed up into mine, as she sucked my semen from her fingers. 

Smiling, Julia said, her breathing returning to norm, as I let my cock rest heavily on Mom's beet red ass, "Your mother is one good little fucktoy, isn't she, Mike?"

I could not speak. I managed only as much as a smiling grunt and a nod of my head. Julia dismissed Mom to go clean up and make us something to drink. While she was away, Julia explained how Mom had learned of her submissive bent. 

"Of course, you only have to look closely at her to know that she longs to serve," Julia said. "Yet, she only serves me. She is a novice at this, and I am showing her the way. I will not interfere with what she and you have, but I will guide her in her growth as a sensual being. I only ask that you do not interfere with she and I."

Julia leaned towards me, kissing me softly. "Of course, I hope that we can all have fun together. There is much I would like to show you, as well, lover."

(End of Ch. 3) 



Home on Leave Ch. 04



The three of us spent the afternoon sipping margaritas and sunbathing by the pool. It was late August. Fall would soon be here, but that afternoon there was no hint of it. Julia had swum a bit, nude of course, while Mom and I cuddled on a large chaise lounge. The sun had slipped down behind the sycamores at the edge of the secluded backyard, as my aunt slipped from the pool.

Grabbing a thick, thirsty towel, Aunt Julia slowly dabbed the beaded water from her supple, olive skin. Her short, dark brown hair was slicked back from her swim. The effect, when accompanied by Julia's well-cultivated muscularity, rendered a hint of masculinity within her deeply feminine appearance. She smiled wickedly down into my eyes, as she dried herself. 

Indeed, she appeared not so much to be drying her flesh, as exposing herself to me. She was showing me the body she had sculpted. Her biceps were, I noticed perhaps for the first time, not much less defined than my own. The muscles were longer and thinner, but every sinew seemed to press from within her dark skin. 

Julia's thighs and buttocks had the same definition. They were slender, yet each muscle had been honed carefully by Julia's time in the gym. Her breasts were smaller than Mom's, much smaller. Perhaps only b cups to Mom's large c cups, they were accentuated, like the rest of her, by her workouts. 

Finally, Julia took a seat on a lounger opposite us. "God, that felt wonderful," she sighed, as she lay seductively on the chaise. I found that I could not take my eyes from my aunt. Her eyes gazed into mine, as I felt my mother's lips caress the flesh of my bare chest and make their way to my right nipple. 

Her mouth slipped around it, nipping teasingly as she captured it. My eyes fluttered closed for an instant. When I opened them, I saw that Julia's hand was slowly moving down her flat belly to her clean-shaven pussy. Julia smiled again, as she began to pleasure herself at the sight of her sister suckling at my nipple.

I gently stroked Mom's hair with my hand. Her red mane was warmed by the sun. Mom's tongue swirled about my nipple, and I felt myself become fully erect in my swimsuit. I noticed Aunt Julia's gaze drawn to the obvious bulge in the trunks. Her pink tongue slipped gingerly over her lips, as her fingertips circled the bud of her clitoris, before two digits plunged deeply inside the pink flesh of her cunt.

Mom moved a little as she suckled. Her small hand tugged at the thin bow at the hip of her bikini bottom. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the material slip from her flesh. Then her hand slipped down to her own sex and began to pleasure herself.

Julia's voice was husky, when she softly cooed, "That is such an erotic sight, lovers. My girl and her child so very much in love." My head tilted back. My eyes closed, yet I held the image of Julia in my mind, as my mother licked at my nipple, alternately tugging at the hard flesh with her teeth. I pushed my chest slightly up to her, and she bit a little harder in response. No words were exchanged, only soft moans wafted into the air. 

I must have been lost in the pleasure my mother was giving me; because I neither heard Aunt Julia arise from her lounger, nor did I feel her slip my trunks from me. My first awareness of her actions was when her lips descended slowly to the base of my throbbing cock. 

Her mouth was soft, warm and utterly inviting. While Mom had been voracious in her cocksucking, Julia proceeded achingly slowly. I could feel her lips slide over every vein of my pulsing meat. It seemed she was savoring each of the eight inches I possessed. The head of my cock pressed to the back of her throat. Julia's throat seemed to vibrate there, and it was all I could do to hold of cumming the first instant I felt it.

Mom reached behind me, pulling my back upwards, her mouth never leaving my now pleasure-numbed nipple. With the other, she let the back of the chaise down gently, and I was then flat on my back. Julia had spread my legs and was now completely between them when I heard Mom utter, "I want on that face of yours, Mike."

Mom nearly pounced on my face, her cunt slamming down on it flush and covering my lips in her slick nectar. Her small hands gripped my hair. I immediately had the mental image of her nude on horseback, as her hips writhed at my face. "Oh yes, fuck that is fantastic. Suck my pussy, baby. Suck it til I tell you to stop," Mom cried. She was pushing down so hard, I feared she might bruise my lips. 

To say I loved her domination of me would be a distinct understatement. Yet, it was a shock to me how submissive she could be with Julia and how aggressive she could be with me. Meanwhile, Julia's mouth continued it's deliberate taking of my cock. 

Julia spread me wider, her mouth never changing it's easy pace up and all the way down my cock. I felt my shoulders placed on her shoulders. I felt so exposed at that point. I moaned into my mother's juicy cunt, and Mom came hard in a trembling climax. Her orgasm did not slow her use, only enhanced her aggression. Soon, she was bouncing on my eager face, as a stream of profanity escaped her lips.

I felt wetness at my asshole. My mind was still processing the sensation when I felt the thick, lubed dildo pushed past my rim in one hard thrust. The searing pain elicited a scream into my mother's sloppy wet fuckhole. The scream made her cum again. Julia's mouth moved faster, as if to take my mind from the pain. Extraordinarily, I did indeed forget all about the pain.

Soon, rather than being repelled by the rubber thickness in my ass, I was opening for it. I was pushing back at the dildo, as it was being thrust in and out of my ass. My mother was finally slowing her abuse of my face, but was still riding it at a strong pace. She brought her rim to my mouth, and like a good boy, I pushed my tongue deep into her ass. My lips sealed at her puckered rosebud, as Aunt Julia started to twist the dildo in and out faster and faster. What had been intense pain was now pleasure just as pronounced. Julia's mouth matched the pace of the fucktoy. 

I was on the precipice. My hands slipped from the tops of Mom's thighs, to her round ass, lifting her so that I could plunge my tongue into her more deeply. Mom's next orgasm threatened to drown me, as my face was drenched in her fluid. This time, I came with her, filling Julia's throat and sending my sperm down her gullet. As I came, my formerly virgin ass was impaled on at least nine inches of rubber cock. The sensations almost caused me to faint.

I do not know how long it was before my Mom slipped off of my face or Julia pulled the toy from my abused ass. It might have been seconds or an hour, I have no idea, I just know that it was dusk, as they departed arm in arm. They smiled down at me, as they slipped inside.

"Catch your breath, Mike," Julia said softly. "Then come inside and clean up. I think you two have earned dinner out. It will be my treat."

I nodded with what strength I had left and smiled back up at the pair, as they moved into the house. I lay there for a few minutes. My ass was throbbing a little, but it was not all that uncomfortable. Actually, the feeling was altogether pleasing. I had come so far in such a short time. Life, as I knew it, had changed forever. I did not really know if I was a playmate or plaything for my two new lovers, or what, if any, other surprises they might have in store for me. I found that I was aching to find out, and I knew that I soon would.

(End of Chapter 4)



Home on Leave Ch. 05



I would like to be able to say that, after the session beside the pool, everything went smoothly. I would like to be able to say that, but that was not the way it went down, at least not with Aunt Julia.

Mom, Aunt Julia and I cleaned up and went out to dinner. Dinner was great. The restaurant was not my cup of tea, an Indian place with curry that would peel paint from a foot away, but the company made the meal. The three of us had gathered in a secluded corner booth. Mom sat between Julia and me. I suppose that should have given me the first indication that the evening was about to spiral out of control. 

Julia was constantly trying to call attention to herself during the meal. First, she was only trying to hold Mom's attention, but failing that; she soon began to try to attract the attention of anyone in the immediate area. I suppose Mom and I were so engrossed with each other, that we just didn't notice. Okay, I did notice, but I didn't really care.

I suppose what Mom had thought would be a nice threesome with her son and her sister really became a rather upsetting love triangle with Mom at the center. Mom loved Julia. I know this very well. Even before they were lovers, Mom had always had a special bond with Dad's wild, entrepreneurial sister. Mom has never told me this, but I can guess that she undoubtedly felt closer to Aunt Julia than she ever did to Dad. And, that was before the sex.

I think Mom reasoned that Julia would understand that I had less than 48 hours left before returning to Randolph, and Mom wanted to spend that time with me as Mom's primary focus. I think also that Mom had brought Julia and me together thinking that Julia and I might enjoy the hot sex, and believe me, I know I did. It was also obvious that Julia got something positive out of it, as well.

The fact of the matter is that jealousy reared its ugly head when Julia entered the picture. Surprisingly, it was not from Mom or me, but from Julia. The same Julia who had suggested Mom seduce me in the first place. Being domme, Julia seemed to expect that, while Mom and I had a thing, Mom belonged to her. Julia never understood that what might be a lifestyle for her was merely a sideline for my Mom.

As to the rest of that evening, let me just say that it circled the bowl. At a nightclub after dinner, Julia got shitfaced---no, not just drunk. She almost got arrested. She staggered onto the dance floor, and threw herself at some jock type who was already with another woman. I had never seen that side of Julia before, and now seeing it, I would have preferred not to know what I know now about the woman who had once been my favorite relative outside of my mother. 

We somehow loaded Julia into a cab, and Mom and I headed back to the family home in the 'burbs. Mom was still fuming when we got home. All I got on my way upstairs to bed was a peck on the cheek. It didn't matter, after all that had happened; I needed to get some sleep. 

As usual, I slept in the nude when I was home. It was a freedom I did not enjoy at Randolph, for I shared a room in the BEQ with another airman. I did not want to weird the dude out, so I wore boxers to bed there. 

Having had a few beers during the evening, I awakened about four needing to relieve myself. As I rolled from bed, I noticed that Mom, sometime after I had dozed off, had joined me in bed. She too was nude, at least from what I could tell. Her large c-cup breasts were exposed and visible from the dim light shining through my bedroom window. I always admired her breasts, even when I was very young. On her tiny frame, they always seemed much bigger. 

I started to reach for her but thought better of it. Perhaps, I deduced, she had merely wanted to be close to me. I drew my hand back, and slipped silently from the bed, trying hard not to awaken her.

When I returned from the bathroom, I took care not to disturb Mom, as I crawled back into bed. As she lay there sleeping, I watched her. Never before had I really been in love until that moment. What had occurred the night and day before had been all about sex and need and lust. 

Sure, there was a great deal of love involved, but sexual release had been the focus. Just then, I realized that there was much, much more between my mother and me than just a little wild fucking. If that had not been the case, Mom would have awakened me. She would have taken her son anew. Instead, she had slipped in bed to be close to me. The feeling made my heart swell.

I had been gazing down upon her for a few minutes. Just as I was about to roll over and go back to sleep, Mom stirred a little. Her beautiful blue eyes opened slightly, then wider as she saw me looking down at her. They twinkled, as she said, "Hi, baby, I hope you don't mind if Mommy shares your bed tonight."

Reaching down, as I had ached to do as I had watched her sleep, I stroked the side of her face, brushing back her soft, red hair. I replied, "Mother Dear, you are always and forever welcomed in my bed." I smiled down at her. 

Mom moved closer, kissing my chin, then brought her lips softly to mine. My lips parted, and her tongue danced daintily over my lips and teeth. Pulling back slowly, Mom's eyes found mine. Looking into my eyes with all seriousness, she said, "I am so sorry about tonight, honey. I don't know what got into Julia."

"She was jealous, Mom," I replied. My head still propped on one hand, the other sliding up and down my mother's side over the sheet covering her.

Nodding her head, Mom replied, "Yes, I guess she was. I certainly did not expect that, or I would have never invited her over." Brushing her lips lightly over mine, Mom added, "Lesson learned, I suppose." Then, as if she could not contain the next sentence, she whispered huskily, "Mikey, I just cannot get enough of kissing you."

Smiling, I lay back and pulled my waifish mother upon to me. Mom was so very light in my arms. She squealed in mock-protest, but hungrily brought her full lips to mine. She pressed tightly to me, and I swear, I could feel her soul at one with mine, as our tongue danced. 

In scant moments, we were both panting lustfully into our passionate kisses. Mom's full breasts were crushed to my chest, as her trimmed mound grinded into mine just above my heavy, hard cock. As she moved, the head of my cock slipped to and fro over her slit. 

My hands were gripping Mom's ass, as she moved upon me. She parted the kiss and slid upwards, her round, luscious tits poised above my face. Gripping the headboard with one hand and cupping her left breast with the other, Mom said, "Baby boy, feed from Mommy's nipple. Her breast lowered, as my head rose. My tongue slipped in a circle around the nipple, captured it and pulled it into my mouth. Immediately, my teeth seized the brown, quarter-sized flesh, and I began to suckle, as Mom fed me.

Her hand left her breast, and she slipped her hand around my head and held my face to her breast. "Oh fuck, baby, that's a good boy. Suck Mommy's big titty," she growled, her hand pressing my face tight to her titflesh. I bit down harder, eliciting a wail from my mother, and she pulled me yet tighter to her. "Yes, bite your mommy hard, honey."

Mom wrenched one nipple from my mouth and replaced it with another. I sucked. I nipped. I bit. I slathered the small circles of flesh with all I had. My hands gripped her tits, and I gave as good as I got. Mom was writhing before too long. Her cunt pressed to the flesh of my taut belly, wetting it here and there.

Mom whipped her head, as I bit. That time I bit her hard, I might have broken her skin, but she urged me on with her moans of pleasure and a stream of profanity. "Oh suck your Mommy Whore's tits. Yeah, Mike, Bite them make me your fucking slut. Oh fucking shit!"

I had to fuck this woman NOW. I rolled over with her, slamming her to the bed with all my might. I slammed into her cunt like a rapist. My cock did not much press in but invade. I started to hammer that pussy. She was going nuts under me. I caught a glimpse of her eyes and they flamed up at me. 

"Fuck your mother you son of a fucking bitch!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. Her hips bucked up at me, pushing back at my downward thrusts. "Oh, you fucker, use Mommy's tight pussy. Make it all yours my lovely fucking boy." 

"Oh fuck, Mom. Your pussy is the fucking best," I grunted as my pounding cock punished my mother's hungry, needy cunt. I rose up and looked down at her. Her bog tits were bouncing up and down hard with each brutal thrust I made at her cunt. She was like an animal under me. I felt so lucky to see that. Few boys ever get to see their mother like this, though I know many would, even if they don't realize it.

I started to get vicious with her cunt. The harder my hips hit her, the harder she needed it. Her small hands gripped my shoulders, as I lowered down and sank my teeth into her shoulder. "Oh, fuck Mikeeeeeeeeey!"

Mom screamed as I drew blood with the bite. She shuddered in climax at the instant the coppery taste of her blood hit my tongue. My reaming cock did not slow. I kept pounding, releasing her shoulder from my mouth only when Mom's tremors subsided. My hips worked my cock in and out of her slick, sloppy fuckhole. 

Smiling, licking a trickle of blood from Mom's shoulder, I knelt between her legs and brought her ankles to my shoulder. I watch my cock shine in the meager light, as it sawed in and out of my mom. "God, mom, I wish you could see this. My cock so slick with your cunt juice and pounding in and out your pussy."

Mom was panting. "Oh (pant) fuck (pant) baby (pant) fuck me," she responded. Her hands cupping her breasts, fingers tugging at her nipples, I punched my cock in and out. She looked up at me. The corners of her lips turned up. The look was lust mixed with undying, unconditional love. It was a look that brought my seed gushing out into Mom's shuddering, quivering cunt. 

As our orgasms ebbed, I licked gingerly at the underside of Mom's breast finding her sweaty and salty there. I kissed my way up to her lips, as her legs settled from my shoulders and caressed my sides and ass. Her delicate, long-nailed fingers stroked over the skin on my back, as my lips found those of my mother. 

I knew at that moment, I would never love another as much as I loved her.

(End of Chapter 5) 



Home on Leave Ch. 06



I awakened in a little bit of haze. It had been voices that awakened me from my deep sleep. My eyes opened to see my father sitting on the edge of the bed, stroking the soft flesh of my mother's stomach. The fact that I was laying in bed nude with his wife, my mother, did not seem to faze my dad. It shouldn't have surprised me; nothing ever seemed to faze Dad.

"Hey, Mike," he said with a wry smile, as he slipped his hand down over my mother's neatly trimmed mound. I looked over at Mom; she looked at me with eyes that revealed her embarrassment at the situation. 

"Uh, hi Dad," I managed. I was somewhere between fear and jealousy, though I immediately felt guilt at having felt the latter. Mom was, after all, Dad's wife. Yet, the sound of her soft moan, as Dad's middle finger plunged down over her clit made aroused me. Only hours before, it had been I who made her moan in such a way.

"Oh, our girl likes that, Mike," Dad said, still smiling. "Don't you, honey?" At this, he leaned down and kissed her lips softly. Mom only moaned, as she looked towards me out of the corner of her eye, trying to gauge my reaction. Absently, her left hand slid down over Dad's arm and joined it at her sex, as I watched. The sound of hearing my Dad's mention of "our girl" still swirling in my mind, I felt Mom's right hand slide over my growing erection. 

When Dad pulled from Mom's lips, Mom turned her eyes to me. Her small hand gripping my hard cock, as she guided Dad's fingers in pleasuring her, Mom mouthed the words "He just got home." I only smiled softly down to her. I reached out and stroked her soft, hair, as Dad's lips found her left nipple.

"I love you, Mike," Mom whispered in the middle of a soft gasp, as Dad sucked her nipple into his mouth. Dad was still fully clothed in a navy business suit. His red tie was loosened, but still around his neck. Only as I leaned close to kiss my mother, did I glance over and see that his free hand had pulled his cock from his trousers. I was immediately grateful that mine was much longer and thicker than his. With my own wry smile, just before my lips touched Mom's, I answered, "I love you too, Mom."

Our lips met, and Mom's tongue plunged into my mouth. I could feel her move, as she arched her back sensually to my father's ministrations. I had to hand it to Dad; he did know what Mom enjoyed. My mother's hungry kiss swept my jealousy aside, at least for the moment, as my hips started to buck at Mom's hand.

Without really thinking about it, my right hand joined theirs at my mother's cunt. She was still slick with my seed, and the thought of that made me even harder, as her hand stroked up and down my cock from base to head. Her fingers lingered there and spread my slick precum over the purple head. My lips left hers and kissed there way slowly to her right breast. Dad was still suckling at the other, as I rolled the hard nipple on my tongue. Mom's hand left her cunt and fell upon the back of my head, as she moaned, "Oh fuck yes. Suck."

I felt Dad's head leave her breast. Next, my hand was alone at her cunt. I felt him reposition himself on the bed. I glanced up for a moment, just long enough to watch him slip his cock into Mom's waiting (and eager, I noted) mouth. "Yeah, Karen, you know what to do with a dick, baby." As he spoke, I felt his hand on my head with my mother's, as I suckled at her breast. 

I slid around, breaking free of Mom's grip and moved between her legs. Lifting her ankles onto my shoulders, I kissed each ankle. Then, slowly, I rubbed my cock up and down Mom's swollen lips. She squealed onto Dad's cock, as he fucked her mouth. He smiled over at me, and pushed her hair back, so I could watch his cock slide back and forth between his lips. The sight of her saliva soiling the crotch of his trousers only served to make me harder. The fact that he was still completely dressed while the two of us were completely nude added to the effect for me.

After teasing Mother to a squealing fit around Dad's pulsing cock. I pushed hard into her. I entered her slick wetness easily. "That's it son, fuck your mother's sweet pussy while I fuck her mouth."

My hands pinned her thighs to me, as I began sawing in and out of her. Her back was arching, and her hips undulated at my thick cock. I spied Dad glance over and see that my cock was larger than his. In fact, his gaze became a stare, as he watched his son fuck his wife. He reached down and rubbed Mom's hard clit. I could feel his fingers touching the shaft of my cock, as it pumped in and out of Mom.

Mom came hard around my cock, at the touch of his fingers to our coupling. With both hands she grabbed his hips and started ramming them at her face. She wanted cum. She was hungry for it, I saw. She was not disappointed.

With a loud grunt, Dad filled her mouth to overflowing with his bubbling sperm. I saw it stream out over the corner of her soft lips. I don't know really what made me do it, but I released her legs. When I did, she immediately gripped my hips with her ankles joined behind me. I leaned down, Dad's cockhead still on Mom's lips and licked some of the stray white cum from the side of Mom's face. 

The salty taste was a little more pronounced than my own but nevertheless just as good. I flicked my tongue out and brushed it across the first cock it had ever touched. Dad mumbled something that I did not quite get, before slipping his cock from Mom's lips and pushing the cum-covered head at mine. My lips parted and his cock invaded. It was softening, yet still moderately erect. After pumping a few remaining streams into my mouth, Dad let it plop from my lips. Mom and I kissed around Dad's cock, as it went soft.

"Damn, that looks so fucking hot," Dad whispered. I felt his hand on my ass, just above where Mom had joined her ankles. He pressed my hips up and down into my mother, as I fucked her quivering hole. "Yes Mike. That's it, son. Fuck your mother's tight cunt. I want you to cum in her. Fill that pussy with your spunk for Dad."

That was all it took for me to release my own load deep into Mom. Her arms held me tight, her lips at my ear, as she whispered, "You are the best lover, baby boy. The best I have ever had." 

As I finished depositing my load in Mom, I lifted myself up on my hands and looked deep into her eyes. "I love you, Mom." 

"I love you with all my heart," Mom replied, as she pulled me down to a kiss filled with my father's seed. Lost in our kiss, neither of us heard Dad undress. The three of us would spend the rest of the morning and a good portion of the afternoon in bed. 

(End of Chapter 6)