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Masked Motherly Love

By: BMYJC



My husband Tom and I are sexually adventurous. I did not realize how adventurous though until this past Halloween. Let me start by saying we are swingers. I have never liked the term, but it still best describes the lifestyle we like to participate in. It particularly is easiest to use the term for people not familiar with the culture.

I am forty-four years old, and Tom is forty-five. We have been married for twenty-four years, and together for twenty-seven. We started dating when I was seventeen years old. By the end of our first date, I knew he was the man I would spend the rest of my life with. I fell in love instantly and he would tell you the same.

We got married while in college, and I had my son Brian right after I finished school at twenty-one. Three years later, we had my daughter Tess. We were on our way throughout life as a normal married couple and parents of two. Our love never faltered; yet after ten years or so, our sex life did. 

It certainly was not because of our looks. Tom looks better now than he did when we were young. He has dark black hair but recently has started to show some salt-and-pepper gray. He still is in perfect shape. He is not buff or muscular, but there is no fat on his body either. He really is a wonderfully great looking man. 

As for me, I have shoulder length auburn hair and I guess I can say I'm still attractive for my age. My nightly regiment of skin creams has helped prevent wrinkles. I definitely look younger than my actual age of forty-four.

I still have a good body. I have a few more pounds than when I was a teenager. However, many of those pounds found their way to the right parts of my body. Luckily, they now accentuate my hips and chest. The bra I'm wearing is about a 34C. Unfortunately there's quite a bit of sag to my breasts after two children. I work this to my advantage however because with the right bra and top I show off unbelievable cleavage.

In addition, both Tom and I have always appreciated my large areolas and extremely pointy nipples. When I was younger I was extremely self-conscious about them. On the contrary, Tom has since made me extremely proud of my breasts. Numerous compliments from the men at these various parties have also strengthened my confidence.

Despite our continued good looks, there still did not seem to be the same sexual desire we always had. Luckily, we were both smart enough to openly discuss it with each other. Instead of letting our urges lead us to secret affairs with others, we decided to explore new options together.

So over the past eleven years, Tom and I go to various parties four or five times a year and expand our sexual horizons. Many times we will participate together with another couple. Sometimes we have simply swapped partners during the evening. 

We find it very fun to try to pick each other's partner for that particular evening. I find myself very excited when I am crawling into bed with a man my husband just selected for me. It turns me on knowing Tom is fully aware and approves of the fact that a strange man will be fucking me senseless. 

However, I think I'm even more excited imagining Tom thoroughly enjoying himself with the woman I pick for him. Jealousy has never interfered and this lifestyle has allowed us to be extremely adventurous. At the Halloween party last month however, we both went further than we ever imagined.

Every Halloween, we make sure we don't miss the party. There is something about the anonymity of the costumes that enhances the sexual experience. We have found in most cases the costumes everyone chooses are extremely anonymous and usually have masks. This allows so much more freedom. 

Even though most party goers are uninhibited, there still are certain people you might not want to be with. There also are sometimes things you might not do. But with the anonymity of a mask, everyone will push their limits further than they ever imagined. Tom and I definitely can now attest to this.

With Halloween on a Sunday, most Halloween parties where the night before. Tom and I were having dinner in the kitchen. We were anxiously waiting for our chance to dress up and go to our party later in the night. Halfway through the meal, the doorbell rang. Neither one of us wanted to get up. Reluctantly, I rose from the table to see who was ringing the bell.

As I saw the figures through the frosted glass on the door, I could tell someone was on our doorstep with costumes. I had to think twice about the date and whether or not trick-or-treaters were already here. I turned on the porch light and opened the door to see a young couple dressed like "sexy ninjas". I had seen this before but could not think where. So as I stood in front this couple I must have looked thoroughly confused. I had no idea why they were here or who they were dressed as.

They both started to chuckle.

"Trick-or-treat!" they said laughingly.

I still stood there with a confused look on my face. By now, Tom was approaching the door from behind me. I was hoping he could perhaps help figure this out. It was then the "trick-or-treaters" gave in and decided to help me out.

"Mom, it's us," the man said.

At this point, I recognized the voice as my son's.

He continued, "pretty cool, huh?"

They both turned around on the doorstep showing their entire costumes. It was at this point I realized just how wonderful the costumes were. Not only in terms of what they were, but also how attractive my son and daughter looked.

I opened the door wide. "Get in here!" I demanded in a faux angry voice.

Their costumes definitely looked familiar, but I could not tell exactly where I had seen these outfits before.

"I give up," I continued as they stepped inside, "who are you guys supposed to be?"

"Mortal Kombat," Brian said, "I'm Sub Zero."

"And I'm Mileena," my daughter Sherry explained. She spun around to show her complete costume, or lack thereof, one more time as she revealed her identity.

It was then I remembered watching Brian play that damn video game growing up. I remembered all the times I complained about the violence and the half naked women. As I looked at the two of them now though, they both were extremely hot.

Brian's costume left his arms exposed except for black pads on his forearm and bicep. I could still see the muscles underneath and in his shoulders. His mask covered his face except for his eyes. It was a complete black hood. There was a zipper on the bottom half that he could open up to talk. The way the costumes fit coupled with his definitely strong body made him look extremely attractive right then.

After staring for quite a while I then took a look over at his lovely bride, Sherry. Like Tom and I, the two of them started dating early in high school. They both were now twenty-three years old and they grew up together. Ever since they were fifteen, it seems the two of them were inseparable.

Sherry's costume was fabulous. She looked stunning. I know this because my husband was practically falling all over himself. I reminisced about the half naked women in the video game, and now was looking at one in the flesh. "Mileena" wore a purple outfit. It was shiny purple and like a bathing suit. But it only covered the minimal areas of her body where it had to. She had the purple boots going up to her knees and the purple veil that covered her face below the eyes. The most amazing part of her costume was she had died her blonde hair jet black. I think this more than anything was why I didn't recognize her at first.

As I looked at her body I quickly realized it was her. Many previous times I had found myself jealous of her body and just how fabulous she looked. Her breasts were probably size 32 or 34 and most likely only a B cup. I always have admired her chest. They were not as big as mine, yet she wore them well. She also would not have to worry as much with problems related to sagging when she gets older. The way this outfit tonight squeezed them and showed them off made them look bigger than I had ever noticed. 

As my eyes traveled down her body I saw her perfect thighs which were still just as tan as they were this summer. The treat I saw further down though were the light purple "fuck me" boots. They were lavender and glimmered in the light. They started just above her knees and worked their way down to her stiletto heels. How the hell she walked in those I will never know, but damn they made her look good. 

Even more exciting though was watching my husband practically drool over her. It became pretty obvious Tom could not take his eyes off of her. I think she noticed too, and overall she was excited to go to her party and show off. I became a little scared myself because of the urges she stirred within me as well. Both of these kids looked excitingly gorgeous.

"So where are you guys off to?" I asked.

"There are actually two parties we're going to go to," Brian answered. "One of her coworkers is having a party, and then we also heard about another party we are going to try."

"Well let me get a picture before you go," I said acting like a typical mom.

The two of them stood side-by-side with their daggers and weapons in hand. I snapped a picture with my iPhone, and then took one more for good measure. After the second shot they started to head for the door.

"So are you guys going to a party again this year?" Brian asked.

"No, not this year, " Tom lied.

I wondered why he said this as the two of us said our goodbyes. We watched the kids walk towards the car. I know Tom particularly had his eyes on "Mileena's" ass as it wiggled when she walked.

"What was that about?" I asked him as I closed the door.

"It's their night," he said.

I quickly understood. They really didn't care what mom and dad were up to tonight. Yet I could not help but wonder how their night would end up. Their costumes were extremely hot. At this point I couldn't wait to get dressed up and get on our way to our party. Batman and Catwoman were about to get laid.

****

"Are my ears on straight?" I asked Tom after stopping right in the middle of the front walkway.

He chuckled, "yes honey, you look fabulous," he reassured me.

Even though we do this four or five times a year, I'm always so nervous just before we go. There are the usual nerves of making sure I looked good, but tonight was worse because of the costume. I also was simply excited about what was to come.

Before leaving, I had stepped back and looked at myself in the mirror. My Catwoman costume was definitely a winner. The tight black outfit hugged my hips and ass perfectly. Considering my hips and ass were forty-four years old, it all looked pretty damn good. 

The top part of the suit pushed my boobs up perfectly. I was pleased to see the costume allowed my erect nipples to show clearly. I wasn't sure if this was because of the costume or the fact that my nipples are extremely large and routinely erect. Either way, the end result was pleasing to me, and I knew it would be to Tom. 

The cleavage could be spotted from across the room as well. I loved it. Tom had already given his approval earlier in the evening. He tried to immediately take the outfit back off of me to fuck me right there in our own bedroom.

This is where the excitement comes in. I stopped him cold in his tracks and told him tonight it's for another man. But then I reached down and grabbed his hard cock and told him to go use it on some other sexy woman. The excitement this brings both of us is overwhelming. The best part is after tonight we will both go home and together have our best lovemaking session since the last party.

"Is my mask straight?" it was obvious I was still a bit nervous.

"Yes," he again reassured me, "and your hair is fabulous that dark."

After seeing how much the dark hair had changed Sherry's look, I realized I wanted to be a totally different woman tonight. I had a box of hair dye in my cabinet sitting there for over a year because I never had the nerve. Tonight I really was going to be a completely different woman - Catwoman.

I took a deep breath, squeezed my boobs together, and was ready to go in. Batman held out his hand to escort me. He looked great. He bought the costume last November at a pawn shop. At retail value the thing goes for nearly $500. He really did look like the movie. 

I was a little bit jealous for whoever was going to get to fuck him shortly. But I knew in the long run which pussy he would be with. I reached for his gloved hand. I then realized with the long "cat" nails on my glove it would be difficult to hold hands so we simply interlaced our arms. I walked with confidence and was ready to give my all tonight.

As we entered the room, it took me a minute to adjust to the low-level lighting. Combined with my mask, it was a little difficult to see at first. On Halloween there is a fee that everyone pays to help cover the cost of a meeting room at the hotel. Everyone reserves their own room for the individual parties later on.

My eyes finally adjusted to the lighting. It was at this point I could hear the music in the background as well. Nothing very direct or specific, just good background music. It was jazzy, and sensual. There was quite a crowd over by the bar and then two other groups of people. One over by the sofas, and another group was standing off to the side. The second group was obviously much more uncomfortable. I felt great about our costumes because right now I felt every eye in the room on Tom and me. It felt great. Now was time for me to start to check everyone else out.

The Halloween party always makes it more difficult. Sometimes you cannot decide because they look great but their costume is horrible. Or in some cases the costume is fabulous but it never should be on that particular person. As I glanced at the group away from the bar I saw a pirate couple. They had potential. He seemed built. However, it was difficult to tell with his "puffy" shirt. Even though he had a beard and the costume was masculine enough, the ruffles of the sleeve just killed any attraction I might have had. I know this disappointed Tom because the "wench" with Long John Loser was definitely hot.

Tom also nudged me a bit and directed my attention by the bar. I knew exactly what he was looking at. A very attractive blonde was dressed up as Cinderella. He always seems to like the fairy princesses. I like to make him happy; however, Prince Charming does absolutely nothing for me. Tonight was no exception in regards to this Prince Charming.

Just then I noticed one hell of a good looking "biker dude". Luckily, the "chick" he was with was certainly hot as well. These two had potential. It was at about this point when Tom was once again tapping me lightly in the ribs. Apparently he had found somebody else as well.

His nudges grew increasingly harder and I actually was annoyed. I turned quickly and was about to yell at him when I saw exactly why he was so anxious. There was a young couple actually crossing the room and starting to approach us. They were definitely attractive enough. In fact, it was the second time I had seen them this evening. I turned around just in time to see my son Brian and his wife Sherry walking towards us.

We did not have time to whisper between the two of us. We did not have time to get our story straight. We had no time to plan what we would say. Yet even if we had a decade to prepare, we still would not have been able to appropriately deal with this embarrassing situation. 

I was preparing our apologies and explanation as I watched them walk towards us.

As I watched this gorgeous couple, I started to realize that they did not know who we were. I instantly remembered the costumes, and suddenly felt reassured. It was then when my feelings changed. Seeing the two of them now made me realize they were by far the most attractive couple in the room. This flattered me when I thought about how quickly they approached us.

As Sub Zero approached I couldn't help but look again at his massive biceps. Was Brian really that strong? I did not remember his pants being that tight before. Oh my God, I could see he actually had an erection. The frightening thing was this didn't make me nervous. Instead, it made me excited.

"Hello," he said in a voice just a tad different than usual.

The way he addressed us confirmed our costumes worked. Brian had no idea who we were. I didn't have to explain myself. Yet the pause and silence was growing.

Tom recovered faster than me and replied, "hello."

He did so in his Batman voice. He had practiced earlier and it actually was pretty good.

"I'm Sub Zero from Mortal Kombat, and this is my partner Mileena," Brian continued the anonymity with a humorous tone, yet still serious.

Tom extended his superhero hand, "I'm Batman." The line sounded right out of the original movie with Michael Keaton.

A continued pause made me realize it was up to me to introduce myself. I had tried my "voice" once in the car. Unfortunately, I had not practice it at all. Nevertheless, I went for it. I realized my voice had to be somewhat different or they would know right away it was me.

"Hello... I assume I need no introduction."

I was proud of how coy and confident I sounded despite how nervous and excited I actually was. I made sure I changed my voice enough. It must have worked, because neither one of them seemed to notice.

Sub Zero put his arm around Mileena. It upset me because I could no longer see the bicep. However, it drew my attention to her lovely breasts. She looked fabulous.

It was then my son sent shivers down my spine, "would you care to join us in another room?"

I couldn't believe how badly I actually wanted to say yes. The thought of being with him at that moment excited me beyond belief. But obviously we could not go that far. Tom would never...

"Okay," Batman told him.

Tom grabbed my hand and squeezed it firmly. I had no idea what he was up to. But his grip was reassuring. Did he really want to do this? Did he really want to watch our son have sex with me? We started going to these parties to push our limits, yet something like this was never discussed.

It was then I saw his left arm go over the shoulder of Mileena. I realized the majority of his motive. He might not have been thinking much about his son and his wife. The main thing on his mind was fucking his gorgeous daughter. As I thought about this scenario, I felt the moisture literally dripping from my crotch into my panties.

This was going to happen. My husband and I were about to have sex with our son and his wife. At this point my goal was to get to the room and see how quickly we could start this adventure. Sub Zero grabbed my arm and led the way. With my other hand I made sure my mask was in place. I started my walk in my sexy Catwoman heels and costume knowing that in a few minutes my son would be pulling them off of me.

As we approached our room, Batman pulled the room key out of his utility belt. I could tell it was difficult for him to handle with his gloves on. In fact, I snickered a little bit and this led to a very small snicker from Mileena as well.

He finally got the door unlocked and opened it. He pushed it open waving our two guests into the room. It was then I instantly remembered I had left my overnight bag on the bathroom counter. It wasn't very unique; nonetheless, one of them might recognize it. Luckily, they continued to walk past the bathroom into the bedroom. As I walked in I quickly diverted into the restroom.

"Excuse me for a second," I told them all.

I closed the door behind me. I took a second to look at myself in the mirror. There really was no reason at all for either one of them to recognize me. I had colored my hair since they left us this evening, plus I had teased it so much I felt safe. With the mask and this outfit, I truly believed I could keep my anonymity throughout this ordeal. I simply had to make sure my mask stayed on the whole time.


Masked Motherly Love Pt. 02



Masked Motherly Love – The Day After

A son discovers the masked woman he made love to the night before was in fact his own mother.

"I'll see you late afternoon," Tom said as he kissed me on the cheek.

He was already out of bed, showered, and leaving for the golf course. I heard the alarm go off I half hour earlier, but fell immediately asleep once again. His kiss on my cheek did wake me for the second time this morning.

"Bye Hun," I quietly uttered.

I heard him exit the room, and less than a minute later I heard the garage door close. I laid there with my eyes closed debating whether or not to sleep longer. My husband Tom and I had been up at least till 3 AM. We have not made love that many times or that enthusiastically since we were first married.

I tried to go back to sleep, but instead I kept thinking about last night. Many of my thoughts were of Tom and how happy I was that the night had rekindled our sexual desires. But I also was thinking about how exciting and wonderful it was to have sex with my son Brian.

As we have in the past, Tom and I went to one of our "swinger" parties. Since it was Halloween, we dressed in costume. I was in the full Catwoman costume and Tom went as Batman. Shortly after arriving, my son and his wife entered in Mortal Combat costumes including full masks. They did not recognize us; but we had seen their costumes earlier in the evening at home.

When they approached us I was about to inform them of our identity. And yet my husband Tom squeezed my hand tight and let the charade continue. Before I knew it we were in our hotel room with them. In no time, Tom was making love to our daughter Sherry while in the other bed my son was giving me multiple orgasms in the most amazing lovemaking session of my life.

As I lie in bed this morning I thought about it and I could feel the dampness in my pussy. I rolled over on my back and moved my hand down my belly. Within seconds my fingers were under the elastic of my panties and I started to rub my clit. I thought about Brian and how exciting it was as he totally explored my body. I imagined once again his cock entering my pussy as I slipped two fingers deep inside me. I could hear the increased moisture as my fingers started moving in and out.

Normally when I masturbate it can take 10-15 minutes for me to orgasm. I felt my first shiver already with this initial penetration. I started to move my fingers in and out several times slowly. As I did this, I used my other hand to raise my night gown completely up near my neck. I had no bra on, so I was easily able to use this left-hand to pinch my right nipple. It quickly intensified my sensation.

I thought about stopping completely. I thought about hesitating so that the feeling could last longer. But neither option seemed viable. Instead, I quickly removed my fingers and began to stroke my clit back and forth. I knew that within minutes I was going to come. I didn't care. In fact I was hoping it would be sooner.

My prediction was right. As I continued to twist my nipple I rapidly moved from side to side and felt the orgasm coming. Seconds later the unbelievable rush came through my body and I wished that I could grab hold of Brian like I did last night. His body felt so wonderful. His penis felt so wonderful inside of me. Last night there was some regret; but during this fantasy I had no hesitation. I openly and wantonly wanted my son once again.

The quivering decreased and my breathing returned to normal. I slowly let go of my nipples and reluctantly removed my fingers from between my legs. It was time to start my day officially; but what a great way to kick it off.

I sat up slowly and took another deep breath. I could see myself in the full-length mirror at the foot of the bed. My hair was a mess and my face was flushed. I wasn't wearing makeup and yet I still looked pretty good. I still wasn't finding much motivation for the day and thought maybe overall I would just take it easy. Tom was gone golfing all day and I didn't have much that really needed to be done around the house.

With that, I knew the Sunday paper was waiting. I had to make a quick stop into the bathroom. As I stood at the foot of the bed I was directly in front of the mirror, and I once again looked at myself. I definitely did not look as good as I did the night before in the Catwoman costume. Without the right bra, my 34 C breasts were now hanging a little lower than when I'm out in public. The costume itself gave me even more lift and showed off the cleavage that I have in most cases. My current nightgown was definitely low-cut and simply because of my breast size I still had quite a bit of cleavage.

Even without makeup I still consider myself pretty good-looking. Tom always confirmed that thought and at the many parties we have attended the men always seem to be more than willing to join us. My shoulder length auburn hair was definitely a mess this morning. I ran my fingers through it a couple times. At least it was presentable for my own sake. I really didn't care as I had no plans.

I headed to the master bath and stepped over our costumes from the night before. I thought about picking them up off the floor and properly hanging them in the closet. Now that I was standing up, my bladder didn't want to wait much longer. Several minutes later and I was relieved completely in so many ways and anxious for that 1st cup of coffee. I stepped over the costumes as I made my way to the kitchen for that first dose of caffeine.

**

I loved lazy Sunday mornings. Given the electronic age, I considered stopping the Sunday paper delivery. But there was something about the tradition. I was now at the kitchen table with the paper spread out all over. I already read the majority of sections and was now browsing through the ads. As I did so, I was sipping on my 2nd cup of coffee considering how late Tom and I kept fucking each other.

I heard a knock on the front door and then it opened. It startled me because it was only 10:00 AM and there's no way Tom would be back yet.

"It's me," I heard Brian yell from the other room.

A shiver went through my body and stopped right between my legs. At the same time a smile overtook my face and I actually started shaking from nervousness. I set the paper down and stood up right away. I looked at myself and realized what I was wearing.

"Damn!" I thought to myself. What else could I do but accept what I was wearing. Oh well, at least my tits looked good in this nightgown.

I went into the family room as he was coming across to greet me. His eyes confirmed the confidence I had about my tits. His eyes didn't leave my cleavage the entire time he walked across the room.

He had a long sleeve button shirt on, and tight casual jeans. The shirt was just tight enough to continue to show his muscles. He really did have a great body. I continued to feel the excitement between my legs and now was worried about how I looked.

"Dad around?" He asked as he approached me and kissed me on the cheek.

"He went golfing," I managed to sputter as his kiss sent chills down my spine.

"Crap. I was going to change the plugs on the Camry and I know he's done it before."

"I'm sorry, honey," I responded in a normal motherly tone. "Did he know you were coming?"

"No, and I can pretty much do it myself. I'll just grab his tools and maybe even just do it here."

"Okay, can I make you some breakfast before hand?" I asked hoping to spend more time with him.

"You don't need to go to any trouble," he tried to convince me.

"It's not any trouble at all. I was thinking about scrambling some eggs for myself so it's just a few more."

"Okay," he obliged, "but only if you are having some as well."

"I am," I reassured him as I motioned him towards the kitchen, "you want some coffee?"

"Definitely!" He told me with conviction.

"Oh yeah," I started with a grin," how was the party you two went to last night?"

"It was okay. We did meet a couple that we got along with. It was late before we knew it."

"You drink a lot?" I asked him even though I knew the answer.

"No, not really. Mainly I'm just tired because we were up so late. Not to mention Sherry and I stayed up late after we got home."

His admission about staying up late made me think that he and his wife Sherry had the same type of rekindled lovemaking session the Tom and I had last night. I also hoped that Brian spent some of the time fantasizing about me and my Catwoman costume. Particularly since he had no idea who she was other than some hot older woman in a mask.

"Nothing special for you guys last night?" He asked me for confirmation of my story last night.

"No, just TV. Quite a few trick-or-treaters early in the evening." It didn't take much to convince him that his mom and dad had a boring night.

I poured his coffee and handed it to him at the table. He already made himself comfortable and was reading the comics. I got out the glass bowl and after pulling out the carton I was cracking eggs in no time.

"How many eggs?" I asked after already cracking three.

"Scrambled?" He looked at me for confirmation, "three is fine," he answered after I nodded yes.

I began the ritual of scrambling six eggs. I thought about only five but realized I was rather hungry. As they started to solidify I turned to ask him what Sherry was doing today. He wasn't at the table. At first I wondered but then realized he probably was going to the bathroom.

As the eggs continued to cook, so did my thoughts. I wondered if there was ever a way that Brian and I could actually be lovers. Tom and I discussed it, and he was okay with the idea. It was so wonderful how open we were with each other. He admitted that part of the willingness was that it would give him the opportunity to continue to fuck Brian's wife Sherry. Yet Tom sleeping with his daughter didn't quite live up to the same shocking concept as me fucking my own son.

What I didn't realize was how close it was to once again becoming a reality.

**

I swallowed another bite when I realized something was wrong. I looked at my plate and was halfway through. At the other side of the table was Brian's plate, and yet Brian had not yet returned.

I started to wonder if maybe they did drink a little too much and perhaps he was feeling sick. I set my fork down and decided I'd check really quick. As I exited the kitchen and looked down the hallway my job dropped. I started to shake. It suddenly dawned on me where Brian was.

As I looked down the hall, the bathroom door was open and the light was off. The problem was, the doorway right before that was open and the light was on. It was my master bedroom. I had turned the light off when I left this morning. I suddenly realized that Brian had to pass my room as he was walking to the restroom. Now I regretted not taking a few seconds to pick up our costumes off of my bedroom floor.

Maybe I was wrong. Maybe for some reason he decided to use my master bath and didn't notice the costumes. Yet I knew better. I still was shaking. I began the long walk down the hallway. It was only five feet, yet one of the longest marches I've made in my life.

As I approached the doorway, Brian sat at the foot of my bed. On his lap was the Catwoman costume. He was staring at it, and actually caressing the material with his right hand. The mask itself was in his left hand. He saw me in the corner of his eye.

"I'm so sorry honey," I began my panicked explanation, "I don't know what came over me."

The silence was deafening. I wanted him to say something. I wish he would yell at me. He needed to say something, anything! Yet he was still just silent. I had to break the silence.

"I was about to tell you right as you approached us. On the other hand I was so flattered that you were interested. And when Tom," I hesitated for just a brief second and then continued, "your dad, squeezed my hand we decided to take it a little bit further."

I paused a beat, but not long. "Before I knew it, the excitement of it all took over and we were all in the room. I'm so, so..."

"It's okay," Brian interrupted me quietly and reassuringly.

He turned his head up from the costume on his lap and looked me in the eyes. As soon as I saw his look, all fear and uncomfortableness left my body. I could tell he was not upset. In fact, I almost instantly was back to being aroused.

"You're not upset?" I asked him quietly as I started to walk towards him.

He held his hand out as a motion for me to sit next to him at the foot of the bed.

"Not at all, Mom," confirming that I did not have to worry anymore. The fact that he actually called me "Mom" at this pivotal moment made me even more excited.

I sat next to him and his arm draped over my shoulder and pulled me close. I shifted my body a little bit so I could look him straight in the face.

"I would never do anything to hurt you or embarrass you honey," I emphasized.

"I know, Mom," he continued, "I can totally understand how the excitement took over."

"But it's not right, it's so wrong and I let the excitement take total control and never thought about the consequences. We can't..."

"Stop, Mom," he interrupted me and now grabbed my right hand with his left, "last night was amazing! It was so exciting and one of the greatest sexual experiences I've ever had. Now with this news it's even better."

The reality of his statement hit me immediately. Last night I might've had a brief hesitation, but then quickly was excited about being with him. This morning, it seems he was admitting the same feelings and thought process.

The nervousness, and the panic were now gone. I felt fully comfortable and was so happy we were discussing this openly. But now my heart started to race. I realized that both of us fully embraced the fact that we were lovers. At the same time, the juices started to flow between my legs. I realized we were about to be lovers once again.

***

Brian continued to ask more questions, and I can't blame him.

"How long have you and dad done this?"

"About two years ago we decided to attend a party that Jim and Kathy told us about," I started to explain.

"Jim and Kathy?" He interrupted.

"Shit," I blurted out realizing that I just outed our dear friends for years, "I shouldn't have even mentioned them. Don't you say a word."

"Yeah right, I'm going to tell them I found out they are swingers after a night of swinging with my parents," he joked.

I now was so comfortable because it was obvious that he was as well.

I continued, "we gave it a try and it turned out bringing us so close together. Our sex life has been amazing and jealousy has never been an issue or concern. We are better now than we ever have been."

Now you could tell it was a bit uncomfortable for Brian. Like any other son, they would just assume not think about their parents having sex.

"I'm sorry," I kept going, "but you asked."

"I know, I know," he said.

"Well, what about you two?" I wanted to know more about him and my daughter Sherry.

"Last night was literally the first time we ever did that," he admitted.

It was silent again for a moment, "and...?" I questioned him.

"We loved it," he said enthusiastically, "Sherry wants to go next weekend."

I saw his hesitation as he thought further and realized that it was his father who was fucking his wife at the beginning of the night.

"Forget about this situation, how was the sex when the two of you got home last night?" I quizzed him.

"Absolutely amazing! I don't think we've made love that passionately since our honeymoon. We went all night and I felt closer to her than ever before."

"Strange how that works, isn't it?"

"Yeah, but..." He hesitated and I knew it was because of the situation at hand.

"We are all in new territory here honey," I started to explain, "everything happened before we really had time to process it. And as your dad and I discussed last night in between our many lovemaking sessions one thing became clear. It was clear that there was no regret for either of us."

I held his hand tighter as I said this. My heart was racing.

"You looked so damn good last night mom," he told me, "in fact, you've always been so beautiful."

I blushed and did not respond. I've never been able to take compliments well. Then he moved towards me and before I knew it, his lips touched mine. I was shaking. It felt wonderful. The kiss instantly became passionate. And his hand moved around my back and he pulled me close to him.

I wrapped my arms around his neck as my tongue entered his mouth. We continued to French kiss for several minutes as our hands moved back-and-forth over each other's back. His hand started to move down further and he was now caressing the top of my ass as I sat at the foot of the bed.

Our lips broke apart and we stared into each other's eyes.

"Are you sure honey?" I asked him.

"God yes, I want you so bad," he said as he pushed me back onto the bed. He kissed down my neck and his lips found my cleavage. The kisses were rapid and all over my chest. It felt wonderful. I could tell my nipples were fast becoming erect. And as they did, he started to nibble on them through the night gown material. The touch of his teeth on my nipples just about sent me through the roof.

My right hand moved down and started to caress his groin. Even though he was wearing jeans, it was obvious his cock was rock hard. He lifted my nightshirt up and exposed my breasts. Within moments he was sucking on my left nipple. I moved my hand to his head and ran my fingers through his hair. I was so in love and so excited. I could feel the juices starting to pour from between my legs.

He stopped sucking my left nipple and was about to move to the right. But then he grabbed my nightshirt and lifted it up even more. I raised my head enough so that now my nightshirt was completely off. I was laying there in nothing but my panties, and he stopped and stared at me once again.

I was embarrassed and turned my head. He moved his hand to my cheek and turned my head to look him directly in the eyes.

"You're beautiful, mom," he said lovingly and reassuringly.

The hunger within me was so strong, "damn, I want you," I ordered through my heavy breathing.

I pulled him back down towards me and we kissed passionately again. His hands were both all over my breasts and nipples. My right hand was now stroking his cock through the denim material.

After I stroked up several times I then continued my motion upwards to the button on his jeans. My other hand joined, and I had it undone and the zipper unzipped in no time. I started to pull them down but couldn't reach much further.

He separated from my body and I was upset, but I knew why. He stood at the foot of the bed and lifted his shirt off over his head. Right after that he pulled his pants and underwear down in one stroke. I never did get a good look at him last night. He looked amazing just seeing him completely nude and knowing that it was Brian. His cock was rock hard and throbbing against his belly.

He was about to come back down and embrace me, but instead I sat up. I grabbed his cock with my left hand and quickly pulled him towards me. In no time my mouth enveloped his rock hard penis. I wanted it so bad and so deep. The initial thrust did hit the back of my throat and I gagged. I am able to take it deep into my throat but I wasn't quite ready at that point. The second time around I forced my head forward and made sure to take the majority of it in my mouth

As I pulled back I released it completely and looked up at him. The look on his face was priceless. Last night he had the same type of face when I took most of his cock but now knowing that it was his own mother made his look that much more surprised.




Masked Motherly Love Pt. 02



I had to ask, "better than Sherry?"

He shook his head yes, "she doesn't go that deep."

The smile on my face was huge. I was proud. I decided to show off once again and take as much as I could. I used my tongue all around the tip of his penis all the while continually looking him in the face. I wrapped my lips just around the tip and popped them off the top several times each time smiling and grinning at him.

My hand never left the shaft and it had continually stroked the whole time my mouth was playing with him up top. I couldn't help but think what his thoughts really were. He was standing there watching his own mother suck the tip of his cock.

I decided to make the show even better once again. I engulfed the entire rod and pushed as much as I could making sure to slide it through my mouth and back as far as I could. I pretty much reached the base and felt his pubic hair along my lips. I quickly pulled back and did gag slightly. The saliva and spit on his cock were starting the drip on the floor.

I regained myself a bit and looked up once again to smile devilishly. He was in heaven. So was I.

I continued to use my left hand, all the while moving my mouth back and forth and up and down his rod. Each stroke was nearly to the bottom. He now was starting to thrust his hips and literally fucking my mouth.

I popped it back out again and played with it for a while. My tongue moved over the tip and I continued to look at him and smiled.

"I'm going to come mom," he was saying apologetically.

"That's good," I said," then you can take a break and satisfy me for a bit before we really go at it."

The thought of his tongue burrowed deep in my pussy once again made me so excited. I couldn't wait. I knew the fastest way to get his head between my legs was to make him come.

I had already resigned myself to have him come all over my face. It's not me. It's not something I normally do. But I couldn't help to think how that must be for him to see his own mother covered in his come. If Freud was right, it would be a dream come true.

I stroked my hand up and down his shaft and continued to move my mouth along with it. His hips were thrusting and the pace was quickening.

He fucked my mouth maybe five more times and then pulled out. He pulled far enough away and grabbed his own dick. He stroked two more times and the first shot came out full force. It hit me in my right eye. I kept it closed and watched through the left eye. The second shot hit my mouth. Part of it was on my top lip and the rest was on my tongue. I closed my mouth quickly and swirled around tasting it and loving it. It was sweeter than Tom's. The sweetness was possibly because of Brian's age. Yet maybe it was because the experience itself was so sweet.

Brian continued to quickly jerk his cock as more semen poured out and continued to cover my face. The third shot was on my forehead and in my hair. The fourth and pretty much final shot hit my cheek. Brian was now slowing down and the last drop was about to fall and he stepped forward to let it hit my chin.

I was on my knees looking up at my son and covered in his come. I was so excited and I reached down between my legs. My hand went under the elastic of my panties and I started to rub my clit. I was so damn excited. My other hand was wiping his semen from my face and I was licking my fingers and hand erotically.

Part of me realized how filthy and disgusting I was being. I like to think of myself as having more class than what I was showing right now. But there was something about being nasty that made it much more exciting. And It was very obvious he was extremely excited as well.

I was now stroking my clit with my right hand, all the while continuing to look up at him. Brian saw what I was doing and my self pleasuring was not going to last much longer.

Instead, he reached under my arms and stood me up. He looked at me lovingly and kissed me. There were still traces of his semen on my face and it did not faze him. We kissed lovingly and deeply once again. He held me so close and tight and I did not want to let him go.

But he did let me go. Right then he gently pushed me back on the bed. I knew what he was about to do and I scooted upwards towards the head of the bed. He reached down and had my panties off in one quick fluid motion. The next thing I knew all I could see was the back of his head as he started to kiss my calves. He switched from left to right and used his tongue and his lips interchangeably. He moved up from my calves to my knees. He bent my legs where he could reach the inside behind the knee. His tongue licked right there and it tickled and sent shivers throughout my body. He meant to do that and figured it would please me. He was right.

He continued to move up my leg and his mouth was now in the middle of my thigh. For one moment it would be a kiss, and the next moment it would be a lick. He explored my entire inner thigh on the left side. Then he moved over and was now on my right leg. I was breathing heavily with my eyes closed and couldn't wait for him to get to where I really needed him.

I was moments away from full oral pleasure compliments of my own son.

***

It was then his tongue finally reached where it belonged. The shivers up my spine were fabulous. Just the tip of his tongue was slowly parting my lips. He was teasing me relentlessly. We both knew it. And I loved it.

He continued to push his tongue in deeper as he spread the lips apart. Every so often he would stop, and the tip of his tongue would run circles around my clitoris. I could literally feel it swelling as he continued his efforts.

He was so patient, and I simply closed my eyes and enjoyed every bit of it. After what must've been five or ten minutes he started to increase the pressure. Now I could feel his tongue lapping at my pussy and flicking at the top of my labia routinely. Every once in a while he would stop and push his face deep into my vagina. The pressure of his nose and face pushing against that whole area drove me crazy.

I opened my eyes and watched for a while. He was buried deep between my legs and all I saw was the back of his head. I moved my right hand to caress his hair and push a bit harder letting them know that the force felt so good. I think my fingers through his hair made him feel that much better because his pace and efforts increased.

Brian stopped for a second and looked up at me. The grin on his face was fabulous. It actually made me think back to when he was younger. It was so mischievous. I knew that look as a sign that he was up to no good. In a way, right now he was definitely doing something forbidden. But to say that it was no good would not be appropriate. Instead, it felt fabulous.

As his force and pace increased, I realize my breathing was louder and more rapid. I was close to an orgasm. The thought of coming on his face was just about enough to make me come in and of itself. His tongue was moving rapidly up and down my clit. And every few seconds or so he would stop and push harder with his tongue from bottom to top. There was no doubt that I was close.

My thighs started to tighten around Brian's head. My hand was now no longer caressing the back of his head, but instead was grabbing it with more pressure. My other hand joined and both were now pushing the back of his head up against me with as much force as I could. Several more strokes of his tongue and I exploded.

"God dammit!" I screamed. My expletive was followed quickly by "oh God, oh God, oh God."

Basically I had no control. I was simply blurting out anything to let him know how wonderful it felt. My body was now convulsing with him trapped between my legs. I pushed up and down off the bed rhythmically with each orgasm. If he had wanted to pull away he would not have been able to. Thinking back, I probably should've been worried about suffocating him. But at the time there was no thought whatsoever. Just pure animal instinct.

His hands were wrapped around my upper thighs and he was pulling me closer to him. He continued to lick through my orgasms. I lifted myself off the bed and my back was arched completely as I orgasmed. I came multiple times. After about a minute or so, I finally laid my ass back down on the bed. My body basically collapsed. I was completely spent.

I took a deep breath as my body quivered one last time. I managed to open my eyes and looked down to see my son looking up at me from between my legs. His smile was priceless. I felt completely fulfilled. No matter who I was with, that orgasm would have been amazing. Yet now as I recovered and looked down to see Brian as my lover it intensified my feelings more than ever.

Thinking back now I realize how exciting it must've been for him. Just fifteen minutes earlier I was only his mother. Now I was his lover. I had had more time to fully comprehend the whole situation. Yet even I was still confused. But there is no confusion of the fact that what we were doing was right. I knew I had to make love to him and have him deep inside me. I couldn't wait.

***

I sat up in bed and motioned for him to come towards me. He kissed his way slowly up my body. First he kissed just above my pussy. Several kisses later he was at my navel and working his way slowly towards my breasts. He kissed a few more times and now enveloped my left nipple with his lips. Meanwhile his right hand squeezed my other breast firmly. He flicked the nipple with his tongue and then sucked more. From there he moved over to the other breast and sucked my left nipple with the same reckless abandon. He sucked and licked and played with my breasts and nipples for what must've been five or ten minutes. All the while I laid back and watched with motherly love more so than anything.

I couldn't take it anymore. I pushed his cheeks slightly guiding him to the other side of the bed. He understood my motions and laid down. I quickly rotated. I lifted my left leg up and over so that I could straddle him. I was laying with my pussy pushing against his abdomen. My breasts were still heaving in my son's face. He continued where he left off. I loved the sensation of him squeezing and kissing my breasts. But I knew I had to have more.

I slowly slid down more. I kissed him passionately. His tongue felt so wonderful as it parsed my lips and explored the inside of my mouth. He squeezed me tightly and we hugged as we continued to kiss. It felt so good and I could not get enough. The harder I held him, the more I wanted.

I stopped the kiss and sat up. I was straddling my son as he lay on the bed. I was looking down at him and was in a commanding position. I pushed down on my knees and started to rise to my feet on the bed. It allowed me to scoot back slightly and now I hovered above him. I reached down with my right hand and grabbed his hard cock. Nothing more was needed. It was a full erection and ready to enter me.

All the while I continued to look deeply into Brian's eyes. We never looked away. I watched him closely as I grabbed his cock hard and slowly brought the tip to the entrance of my desperate vagina. I slid the tip up and down slightly but could not wait much longer. Our eyes remained locked. I slowly lowered myself on his penis, and within no time he was fully inside me.

Neither of us moved. It was amazing. It was the first time we were making love as mother and son with both of us knowing so. Last night when he entered me he had no idea he was returning to his mother's womb. There was still so much confusion in my mind. It still seems taboo and wrong just a bit. That intensified the overall thrill, but last night there was definitely an aura of the forbidden.

I did not feel a sense of forbidden at all now with my son deep inside me. It felt so perfect. I cannot explain it. Many times when making love to Tom there is just a sense of perfect union. When the two of us are one. But now with my son and I now jointly making love for the first time, that sense of one was greater than I've ever experienced.

I raised up and back down again. The sensation of his penis moving within me that initially was overwhelming. I needed more. I lifted again only to quickly bring myself back down. His look was now changing and instead of looking at me lovingly there was pure ecstasy. My pace quickened. I began to lift again only to bring myself back down.

I dropped my feet down and now was on my knees. He was deeper in me than ever and I began to thrust my hips forward in order to get the full effect of his erect penis. At the same time I was able to drop closer to him. I felt more of his bare skin against mine which only exaggerated the continued shivers overtaking my body.

Now with every movement I made he brought his hips forward to meet them. We were now fucking each other with reckless abandon. The loving and slow, methodical aspect was gone. It was now primal. He was fucking me deep and hard. Each stroke took my breath away. So much so that for a brief second Brian thought he was hurting me. He hesitated slightly.

I didn't want him to hesitate at all and told him so as an instant reaction.

"Fuck me, baby," I blurted out instinctively.

In recent years as Tom and I have enhanced our lives with other partners I've learned that talking out loud and screaming what I want only enhances the way I feel. I should have been more conservative considering I was making love to my own son. But instinct and my recent practice took over before I could stop myself.

"Fuck mommy's pussy," I whispered forcefully to my son.

I worried that this might be too much. But he did exactly what I asked. He drove into me even harder. Immediately he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me towards him. I felt his hot breath with every pant as my face closed in on his. He kissed me deeply. Obviously my exclamations did not deter him.

Our kiss broke and I dropped my head beside his. He licked and kissed the side of my neck. As his tongue reached just behind my ear he triggered something within me. I knew I was close. Several more strokes and I started to come.

I lay motionless on top of him as he continued to kiss the side of my neck. All the while he continued to ram his cock deep within my pussy. The only motion now was my involuntary reactions from my orgasm. He realized what had happened and slowed his pace.

"Keep going," I told him.

He instantly continued his pace and was now fucking me as fast as possible once again. The final wave of my orgasm rushed through me and I was alert once again. Although I wanted to just sleep, the other part of me was ready for more.

I pushed myself back up away from him and turned slightly to my side. He took my cue and started to move with me. In order to do so, his motions stopped. I rolled over on my left side with him behind me. He shifted onto his side as I raised my right leg. Within seconds he grabbed his cock and guided it back into my pussy.

Once again we were fucking like animals. He helped me hold my right leg up slightly as we lay on our sides. He continued to fuck me deep inside. I couldn't believe we were still going. Tom never lasted this long. Yet Brian continued to enter me time and time again. He slowed his pace numerous times. Many times he practically stopped. During those times he kissed the back of my neck and he blew slowly in my ear. Yet then he would once again pick up the pace and continue to make love to me with quick rapid strokes.

The next time he slowed down, his penis left me. I felt so empty. I knew he would soon reenter but instead he pulled away. I worried, but not for long. After pulled out of me briefly I laid on my back. Brian quickly moved over to join me from above. Within seconds, his shaft was once again deep inside me. Now we were in the standard missionary lovemaking position. He was holding me close and looking at me deep into my eyes.

Just his looks and the feeling of his body pushed against mine was enough to nearly lead to another orgasm. I think he felt the same because his strokes were now becoming extremely rapid. I knew he was going to be coming.

"What should I do mom?" He asked breathlessly.

"It's okay baby. Come inside me." I reassured him. The fact that he thought about it enough to ask was overwhelming in and of itself.

Several strokes later and I felt his semen deep within me. The night before he had worn a condom so this sensation of my sons seed inside me was fabulous. His back arched and his eyes closed and I was able to watch him. This also was new. Last night he was wearing a mask and was behind me when he came. To watch Brian now at this most vulnerable moment was thrilling. These new experiences were too much for me. I started to orgasm once again. 

My pussy contracted tightly as I came. It squeezed his second load out quickly. Several seconds later and a third and fourth shot of his semen was now deep within me. Brian fell on top of me. I felt his hot breath on my neck and I squeezed him so tight. I wanted him closer and deeper within me. There was no physical way to possibly have him to the extent I wanted him.

At the same time I was able to lift off the bed just enough for him to hug me. We now were holding each other passionately. The pressure of his hug and his arms around me was wonderful during my third wave of my orgasm. I quivered within his arms and closed my eyes inadvertently. I never wanted it to end.

His hug stopped and I slowly unwrapped my arms from around him. He fell completely limp and dropped his head beside mine. Mother and son. Together again. The emotions and sensations were too much for both of us. We lay motionless as we drifted to sleep together as one.

***

"Oh my God, mom," Brian whispered in my ear as he ran his fingers through my hair.

"I know, honey," was the best I could reply as both of us were rather speechless.

I moved my head slightly and kissed him on the cheek. He turned his head, and we kissed once again passionately.

As our lips separated, he continued, "it has never been like that for me, mom."

"I know. Me too," I reassured him. I continued with hesitancy, "I have felt so close to your father before, but still nothing like this." I slightly regretted mentioning Tom.

"I agree," Brian quickly responded, "Sherry is amazing, but yet this was..."

"I know, honey," I interrupted him. "Let's just enjoy it."

I was thrilled to hear that it was more special than with Sherry. Of course I knew it should be. But to hear him say it made me feel that much better as I lay naked in my son' s arms.

"What are you going to do about Sherry?" I asked him making him realize she was the only one of the four of us unaware of the circumstances.

It was amusing to see his face as he wrapped his mind around it.

"I don't know," he whispered hesitantly, "we have been so open and honest with each other."

"Then don't let that change," I reassured him.

"So I go home and tell her the last night she fucked her father and I'm now in a love affair with my mother?" He sarcastically questioned.

I felt so wonderful that he described our relationship as a love affair. It was perfect. It was a sign that our lovemaking was to continue. He was right, we now had a love affair.

Yet I could not dwell on that aspect. "Maybe not like that, but yes, tell her the truth," I replied.

"I guess..." I could see he was trying to figure out exactly how he would do so. His face suddenly changed, "could we tell her together?"

"The three of us?" I asked.

"I was thinking just you and me at first," Brian said timidly. It was like he was four years old asking for a cookie.

The idea instantly made my pussy wet. Last night as I watched Tom fuck Sherry there was no doubt it turned me on. Since Tom and I have begun going to these parties I have been with quite a few women and it definitely is a unique and satisfying experience. But to bury my face between the legs of my beautiful daughter would be a first and something I desperately wanted.




Masked Motherly Love Pt. 02



"What are you thinking about telling her? Just about last night? Or about right now?" I was a bit confused.

"Like you said, the truth... all of it," he confidently answered.

"Are you thinking we can continue this whole thing?" I asked.

"No matter what mom, you and I will be making love again. There's no doubt about that."

Hearing him say that out loud was wonderful.

He continued, "but yes, I think we can all be together. But it might be best with you there to tell her."

"Is part of this because you are jealous of your father?" I had to ask.

"I'm not jealous when she fucks other men. And I say 'fucks' because that's all it is when we are with others."

"Brian..." I looked at him emphasizing that he knew better.

He paused slightly, "all right, it does bother me more thinking about her with dad than with any other guys."

"Doesn't it bother you when you think about you and I?"

"No, mom," he quickly answered, "I told you that feels completely right."

I had to find out more, "then what is it?"

"I think I'm more worried about her hesitancy. With her dad leaving when she was so young she's always commented on how dad has become her father. That relationship is special," he explained.

"More special than ours?" I emphasized to him. "You underestimate her. The two of you are already open enough to be with others, so that part is out of the way. I honestly believe she will be fine with it."

"So do I," he continued, "but I think we should start slowly with just you and I."

"Telling her, or more than that?" I still didn't know where he was going with this.

"We could tell her together and then perhaps..." he hesitated.

I suddenly understood and chuckled, "okay, now I get it. You want a threesome with your wife and mother?"

"Is that so bad? On second thought that might not be the best way to word it," he laughed.

"No, I get it. And the idea thrills me," I told him with anticipation.

His face lit up. My loins did the same. The idea of being with Brian and Sherry together turned me on immensely.

"You check with her and find a good time when we can set up a reason for the three of us to get together," I told him.

"Why don't I call her over here now?" He sat up in bed with a huge smile on his face.

"Now?!" I couldn't believe how excited he was. Then again, so was I.

I smiled mischievously. "Go for it," I replied.

Brian jumped off the bed and picked up his phone off the floor. As he started to dial I moved my hand down between my legs. I could feel the wetness of anticipation as I began to massage my clit. Within the hour I would be doing the same with my beautiful daughter.



Masked Motherly Love Pt. 03



Immediately after their first lovemaking session, a son and his mother call their spouses to join.

"It's a surprise," Brian was telling Sherry.

I could not believe this was happening. My son was on the phone talking to his wife. He was inviting her over for "a surprise". The surprise would be more than I believed she could handle. Brian was going to tell her that he and I had sex last night. Then he would tell her that the masked man she fucked last night was actually his father, my husband Tom.

My husband and I have been swingers for years. Coincidentally, last night we came across my son and his wife at one of our parties. Since it was a Halloween party, all of us were in masks. We let things progress and the two of us actually had sex with my son and daughter.

This morning my son Brian accidentally found my costume on the floor of my bedroom. It was the costume of the masked woman he had sex with last night. His realization led to immediate sexual fulfillment. The two of us made passionate love this morning. This was so wonderful, as opposed to the negative response that could've easily ensued. I was so happy. I had just experienced what was probably the greatest lovemaking session I've ever had.

But now I hesitated about surprising his wife with such news. To expect my daughter Sherry to take all this news at once, and do so favorably, now seemed doubtful. I realized we needed to re-approach this.

Just as my hesitancy reached its peak, my son hung up the phone.

"This won't work," I told him.

"Sure it will, Mom," Brian tried to convince me. "We've been swinging for a while with friends of ours. She enjoys being with women and threesomes have worked before."

"Not with her mother, dumb shit!" I had to wake him out of his stupor.

Suddenly I saw the realization on his face. "Oh shit, you're right." the silence seemed to last forever.

"Now what?" He asked.

"I think we can still make this happen," I started to explain my new plan, "but we need to have it like last night."

Brian thought about it for a minute. I knew what he was thinking. Last night he fucked his own mother right in front of his wife and father. At the time, his father was actually deep inside his wife. Yet the whole time he was unaware of the circumstances. He was only swinging with the masked couple that they just met.

I thought back to what Tom and I were experiencing last night. Both of us knew exactly who our partners were. There was definite hesitancy, but the thrill of the incestuous nature overruled. For Tom, I think a lot of it was the fact that our daughter is one hot number and a fraction of his age. I know he enjoyed fucking her, and we talked about it last night. For me, the experience of being with my son has now proven to be greater than anything I've ever felt.

Last night Tom and I discussed Brian and I as a sexual couple at length. Tom found it to be quite a turn on that I seduced our own son. The two of us even hinted that sometime we might like to try to experience what now Brian and I were hopeful for. Tom wanted to be with Sherry again, but we always discuss doing so as couples. So I knew we needed Tom to make this happen.

"Let me call your father," I quietly whispered as I moved forward and seductively kissed my son's neck. I worked my kisses slowly up behind his ear.

I elaborated as my tongue flicked his earlobe, "the three of us can convince her. I know she enjoyed last night. We just need to remind her of that. It will take all three of us together to do so."

"But what will he think about us?" Brian asked.

"Like I said, we talked about it a lot last night," I candidly told my son, "the whole concept turns him on. He told me how he fantasized about his mother routinely while growing up."

I'm not so sure that helped. It dawned on me that now Brian was picturing his father with his grandmother. Obviously not the most stimulating image for me to put in his head.

I continued, "more importantly, I need to be honest with him. It's one thing we've always discussed as we are with other people. As long as we are open and honest it should work out okay. We've always said no secrets."

Brian relented. He turned his head and kissed me deeply. I felt his tongue move throughout my mouth, and once again I was on fire and ready for action. As our lips separated, he shook his head in the affirmative.

"You're right," he said, "she actually did comment how good it was last night."

I knew it had to be hard for him to say that out loud. When Tom and I are with other couples we make sure to talk about it to each other and usually hearing each other's descriptions will turn the other one on. Some of our best and most erotic sessions have been while we were telling each other how good it was with someone else earlier in the evening.

So I imagined that if my son Brian and his wife Sherry were the same, then both of them knew exactly how much she enjoyed fucking his father last night. Now he was going to relinquish his wife to his father once again. It had to be hard.

I had to put the situation back into perspective for him, "think about it," I elaborated on my full plan. "We need to get your father here first so the three of us can convince Sherry. We also have to explain you and me to your father as well. I know it will be easier to explain our relationship to your father if he knows he's minutes away from the thrill he had last night."

"Go ahead and call dad," he told me as he abruptly kissed me one last time, "let me call Sherry again and tell her to just show up at 1 o'clock."

I looked at the clock and couldn't believe it was noon already. Brian and I had spent the whole morning together. An hour could work. Tom would have to leave his golf game now but if I told him why he would have no problem leaving early.

"Let me get your father off the course," I told Brian as I slipped away from him to grab my own cell phone.

I still was shaking with excitement. In fact, now I was even more excited because of the complete openness and honesty. Honesty has been the staple for Tom and I throughout our swinging experiences.

I now was going to get to tell my husband to hurry home so he could once again fuck his cute daughter's pussy. My own pussy was dripping thinking about it because I wanted him to share her with me. There is no doubt about how fucking hot she really was and how bad I really wanted her. Luckily, shortly after 1 o'clock I hopefully would have her.

***

"So, what is so important?" Tom asked after walking through the door.

I was on the sofa in my bathrobe. Brian sat across the room in the easy chair looking anything but easy. I beckoned for my husband to join me on the sofa.

Tom sat next to me and was about to ask again when my actions instantly quieted him. I reached beside the sofa and pulled up the Catwoman costume from last night.

Tom instantly turned toward Brian, "shit, Brian, it all happened so fast..."

"It's all right, dad," Brian interrupted him, "it took me a second but I quickly understood. More than you can imagine."

I grabbed Tom's hand and turned his face toward mine. I looked him in the eyes and whispered, "Brian and I made love again this morning."

His look was a bit confused and I helped him clarify the chain of events.

I elaborated, "Brian found the costume on the floor of my bedroom. I came looking for him and he was just sitting on our bed with the costume on his lap. I instantly started to apologize profusely and sat next to him. We talked about it for a while. But before we knew it, we were overwhelmed and the two of us made love."

"You made love?" Tom asked.

His question surprised me and I realized that when we normally swing, it is merely "fucking". I was being open with my husband but in this case it was definitely more than just another fuck.

"I guess that is tough for you," I whispered to him as I pulled him closer, "it was more than just another partner, but it doesn't decrease my love for you and what we have."

"It's a lot to consider. But I've been thinking about it all morning anyways after our discussion last night," he reassured us.

Tom continued after pausing slightly, "so now you want to tell Sherry?"

"We think it would be easiest coming from all three of us. And I knew you were interested in all four of us being together again," I explained to him.

Tom was surprised, "you want to repeat last night?"

"Yes, dad," Brian interrupted, "like mom said, we enjoyed this. But I know that Sherry had a great time last night."

"With a masked stranger," Tom reminded Brian, "not her father."

"She has commented how hot you are in the past," Brian told his father, "for your age, " Brian had to add.

"Yes, but..."

"Believe me, dad," Brian hesitantly reassured his father, "she's going to be excited about this."

Tom did ask, "what will she think about you and... Mom," he hesitated before using the word "mom".

"It will take her little bit of time to process it," Brian stated.

"Yes it will. And I would not say 'making love' when talking about you and your mother. When we swing its sex only," Tom explained our philosophy.

"Fair enough, but you understand what mom meant, right?" Brian looked for his father's validation.

"Maybe, but not fully. That's going to take me some time," Tom explained, "and why I recommend you not use that term around your wife."

I squeezed Tom's hand tightly as I whispered in his ear, "I love you so very much."

"Yeah, well," Tom reluctantly responded to me, "what about Tess?"

I hadn't even thought about our daughter. She was three hours away at college. Without her nearby I didn't even consider having to involve her.

Tom continued, "you've got quite a family secret going here, and you know what you and I have discussed about secrets."

Last night during our discussion he was adamant we tell Brian and Sherry because he wanted to avoid any secrets within the family. He had mentioned Tess once, but did not elaborate.

The silence lasted a while before Tom continued, "oh well, we can discuss that later. Right now we've got to think about Sherry. When is she coming?" He asked.

"Any minute now," I confirmed.

"Let me take a quick shower," Tom said as he got up.

"Are you okay with this, honey?" I asked seriously, "because if not, we don't have to..."

"No, this is great. I'm excited. It's just a lot to take in; but yes I want to do this. Let me go take a shower really quick," Tom finished his statement and left the room.

Brian immediately asked, "is he going to be okay?"

"Yeah, I think so," I said reassuringly, "like he said, it's a lot to take in. And I hesitated when I used the term 'making love'. I've obviously only ever made love to your father. But being with you is completely unique and I couldn't help but refer to it any other way."

"I get it," Brian replied, "you and I made love this morning but it was different. In my mind it was completely different than making love to Sherry."

"I know, and that's all what we should talk through when she gets here. If we are open with each other we should be able to pull this off," I said with hope.

"I never even considered Tess," Brian now mentioned his sister.

"Me neither," I replied, "but your father's right about avoiding secrets."

Brian quickly commented though, "that will be an interesting conversation."

I realized from the tone of his voice that he suddenly began thinking about it further. Could this possibly lead to him and his sister being together as well? Could my daughter join us in the long run? Now I started to think about that possibility, and became even more excited than ever.

I regained my train of thought, because for now I had to focus on my daughter.

At this point, my nervousness was overwhelming. I was pleased with Tom's response, but this whole thing still had the possibility of exploding once Brian's wife arrived. 

I started to think about this from Sherry's point of view. Brian literally just made love with another woman. And that other woman was his own mother. Explaining this fully was going to take all three of us. I also realized that Tom would be the key to convincing Sherry. It turned me on to think about her desire for my husband. I only hoped she had some attraction to me as well.

I knew I was attracted to her. I was looking forward to what hopefully was going to be a repeat performance of the four of us last night. Yet I was going to seduce my daughter as well. She was going to be the focus of all our attention. I looked at the clock and realized in less than five minutes it all could start.

***

"Is everything okay?" Sherry asked.

I had just opened the door and let her in. I motioned for her to sit down as I returned to the sofa. She took a seat in the easy chair to the left of the room. Her husband Brian was in the chair next to her.

"Everything's fine," I reassured my daughter as I took a seat on the sofa

As I sat down I took a good look at her. It was unusually warm, and she was wearing shorts and a T-shirt. I was looking at her closely, and I could not take my eyes off her thighs. I realized I was staring too long, and moved my eyes up unfortunately to her breasts. Again I paused my glance perhaps too long. I finally stopped and looked her in the eyes.

I felt self-conscious in my outfit. I was wearing my dark blue casual dress. It was a summer dress; but because of the color, I usually wore it into the fall. I knew it accentuated by boobs, and hugged my hips just right. Yet compared to my beautiful daughter, it didn't matter what I wore. She would be better looking than me at any time, and in any outfit.

"Is it your grandma?" Sherry asked Brian.

Tom's mother lives in town. She had just been released from the hospital last week after fighting pneumonia. She was fine, but I understood Sherry's question.

"No, Gail is fine," I again said reassuringly. The silence was deafening so I had to say a little bit more, "we will explain in a second when Tom gets out here."

Just then I was saved as Tom came out from the hallway, "sorry about that," he apologized to the group for essentially no reason. He sat down next to me on the sofa.

It was obvious that Sherry was confused as we all sat down. Before she worried much longer I started the conversation, "there's something we all want to tell you. Brian did not know until this morning."

Her face changed. She realized something was serious and she now was worried. Thinking back, I'm sure her thoughts were nothing about what she actually was going to hear.

I continued my speech as I reached behind me and pulled out the Catwoman costume. 

"He found this in my bedroom this morning," I told her quietly. I paused quite a while from the embarrassment I was feeling, and to give her some time to realize what I was actually telling her. I couldn't stand the silence and continued, "I was wearing it last night."

I still could see the look of confusion on her face. Several seconds later I could see the realization. Knowing that the Catwoman costume was mine meant that her husband Brian had sex with his own mother last night. Furthermore, it confirmed that she slept with his father. This had to be a shock for her. To my surprise, it was followed by a smile.

"That was you?" She asked Tom and I directly, still smiling.

"Yes," I continued, "we have been going to these parties for several years now. Last night we were floored when you walked in the door. When we first came over we already thought you could tell who we were. Then we saw you had no idea, and we both ended up letting it continue."

I could see Sherry was a bit nervous; but I also could tell she was not upset. It was a lot for anyone to comprehend. Plus she was in the position of being the last person to find out. I still worried she might get upset and this would end badly.

"Last night afterwards, Tom and I talked about it quite a bit. To be completely honest, neither one of us regretted what we did. We found it to be quite stimulating, and when we got home we had the best lovemaking session ever," I was extremely candid with Sherry.

"We did too," she quickly replied, "but we had no idea..."

"I know," I immediately apologized, "and we're sorry about that."

There was a bit of silence. I chose to wait a minute and see what more she might want to know.

"... And this morning?" She inquired.

Brian jumped in to answer her question, "as I walked past their bedroom this morning I saw the costume on the floor. I was sitting on the edge of the bed somewhat stunned, and mom came in and found me."

"Tom and I were just never going to say anything. So when I saw Brian with the costume I started apologizing," I continued the story, "but Brian interrupted me and..." I found it difficult to continue and say anything more.

Sherry continued instead, "you guys did it again?" She looked at both of us quickly as she asked.

Brian and I nodded yes, but we were holding our heads down and our motions were slight. I was nervous and somewhat embarrassed. This was not going as planned.

She turned to Brian in a louder voice, "you fucked your own mother??" Brian didn't really respond.

Sherry followed up by looking directly at me and asking the same question, "you fucked your own son?"

"Yes," I quietly answered now questioning our actions, or at least questioning our decision to tell Sherry.

There was more awkward silence. Yet then Sherry smiled a huge devious smile. 

"That is so fucking hot!" She said enthusiastically.

I was immediately relieved, and within seconds I was physically stimulated once again. My pussy spontaneously started to tingle. I looked at Brian and there was an obvious sense of relief on his face as well.

"So you're okay with this?" Brian asked her.

"Hell yes! But no more secrets. We tell each other everything. That's what we agreed, right?" She was looking her husband directly in the eye.

"Yes," he quickly confirmed, "that's why we called you."

"I just can't get over this," Sherry continued. She then looked at me and asked directly, "how hot was that for you last night without him knowing?"

I suddenly felt so open and candid. I was excited that I could share this experience with everyone here, those all closest to me. "During last night, it was unbelievable. Watching you and Tom was just as hot. There was lots of guilt when Tom and I went home and we talked it through all night long. But then our sex was better than ever."

Sherry was obviously so excited and wanted to know everything. She turned to Brian to find out more from him, "what were you thinking when you first found the costume?"

"Shocked at first. But then turned on. Every man fantasizes about his mother at some point or another. I felt guilty about not being more disgusted by it," Brian admitted to everyone.

"So, then you found him with the costume?" Sherry asked me as she kept prompting.

I simply nodded affirmatively.

Sherry shook her head from side to side. "I can't believe the two of you ended up together after that," she said quietly.

I continued, "it ended up so special. But nothing you should be jealous of. Obviously Brian and I have a unique relationship and now it's more unique than ever."

"I'll say!" Sherry interrupted with a laugh.

I was so happy that she was taking this so well.

In fact, she was loving this. She looked over at Tom next to me.

"And you, Batman," she said to him seductively, pausing just long enough for dramatic effect before she spoke again, "you fucked me silly last night Caped Crusader"

I could see that my husband was embarrassed, yet proud all at once. He didn't answer because it was obvious her comment was simply to tease him and see the effect.




Masked Motherly Love Pt. 03



Then the fun began when Sherry beckoned her husband with her index finger, "come here," she ordered him seductively.

Brian stood up from his chair and went over to his wife. At the same time, she stood up and wrapped her arms around his neck. She pulled him closely and kissed him deeply and passionately. I was so turned on as I watched the two of them. Brian's hand moved up to Sherry's breast. He squeezed and I could hear a loud breath escape her nose. This was actually going to happen.

I didn't realize how quickly it was all going to happen until Sherry separated from Brian and gave him an order, "go fuck your mom."

Sherry hesitated just long enough for all of us to realize what she just ordered him to do, and then she explained why, "I want to watch."

My juices flowed double time. I tingled all over with the thought of once again making love to my beautiful son. Yet now I would be doing so with his wife watching. My sexy daughter was going to watch my son and I make love. Instantly I realized that she inevitably would join. I was excited about being with her as well. But for now my focus had to be on my son. I watched as Brian broke away from his wife and started across the room toward me.

Sherry turned directly to Tom. She continued her commands, "as for you, dad, get over here," she said with a smile. Sherry always called Tom "Dad", but hearing her do so now made my pussy quiver. I'm sure Tom's cock was now instantly hard.

I knew Tom was excited. He was candid last night about how stimulating it was to fuck his beautiful daughter. There is no doubt that this was thrilling for him knowing last night would repeat again, but this time his sexy and nubile daughter-in-law was asking for it.

Tom approached her, and she pointed to the chair. He started to sit down and she interrupted, "take off your pants first."

Tom happily removed his pants, and thankfully his socks as well. He hesitated a second, and then removed his shirt. Now my husband was standing in the middle of our family room completely naked. His cock was fully erect. It was so exciting for me to know that the little minx was going to have her way with him.

"Sit down, daddy," she said lightheartedly as she pointed to the easy chair.

Tom sat down in the chair and Sherry kneeled on the floor in front of the chair. Within seconds she had Tom's cock in her hand and started to stroke. Nevertheless, she was quick to turn and position herself so she could easily watch Brian and I.

My son had already walked over and sat next to me. We both sat on the sofa and watched as she was stroking Tom's cock. Sherry was moving ever so slightly. Her hand moved just gently lifted it back-and-forth as she turned her attention back to Brian and I. 

She looked at Brian directly. "Fuck mommy," she ordered her husband from across the room.

God I was so turned on. Brian quickly reached toward my body. His right hand was on my breast within no time. His left hand followed behind my neck and we kissed passionately. He continued to massage my breast and the sensations within me were electric.

Thinking back now, the three times with my son were each unique in their own way. Last night I was the only one that knew I was with my baby boy. This morning, Brian and I were able to share our intimacy in a different way. Now, he and I were taking full advantage of the taboo nature of our relationship as we performed for his wife.

The two of us continued to kiss passionately as he groped both breasts with his right hand. The material of my sundress felt great pressing directly on my nipples. I had never bothered to put on a bra. My arms were wrapped around his neck and I kept pulling him closer.

"Take her dress off," Sherry ordered from across the room. I quivered with excitement realizing that we were now under her command.

Our lips separated as I un-laced my arms from behind his neck. We stood in front of the sofa looking at each other lovingly. I raised my arms as Brian grabbed the dress at my hips. He lifted it upward, and within seconds the dress was over my head and now completely off. I stood there in my underwear and for a brief second felt lonely, but Brian quickly enveloped me in his arms once again.

Now it felt so much more wonderful. I could feel all of his arms as they rubbed against my bare back. But the material of his shirt limited the full potential. I nudged away briefly while grabbing his shirt at the bottom. He understood my motive and raised his arms. One quick motion and now we both were topless. Again, we were hugging and kissing in no time.

"God damn, this is hot," Sherry mumbled.

Brian moved down and kissed my neck. This gave me the opportunity to look at Tom and Sherry. She was still stroking his cock with her right hand, but now her left hand was buried deep within her shorts. I couldn't wait to see her naked again.

Perhaps there was something in my eyes as I looked at her, but she complied right then. As Brian continued to lick and nibble on my neck, I was able to watch as Sherry briefly let go of my husband's cock. She stood up quickly and looked me in the eye as she seductively removed her shirt.

Brian realized what was happening and now moved down my chest. My loving son began to kiss my breasts while sucking on my nipples. All the while, he made sure to keep his eyes toward his wife as well.

We watched as this beauty performed a striptease. Sherry's hands went to her hips and she slowly began to pull down her shorts. As she did so, she wiggled her hips. The movement was just slow enough to torment us both. In fact, my daughter was teasing all three of us. Tom was still sitting at her feet. He now grabbed his own cock since Sherry had to stop temporarily.

She was gorgeous standing there in her underwear and bra. I never did get a full look at her last night. I remember how sexy I thought she was early in the evening when I saw her costume at the house before the party. But when we were all together the previous night, I was too focused on my son, and the overwhelming nature of the incest. 

Last night in the hotel Sherry had stripped so quickly in the bed next to us. Consequently, I never did admire her body. Yet now I took full advantage of my view. As Brian continued to suck on my nipple, I reached my hand down inside my panties. My middle finger was deep inside my pussy instantaneously.

Overall it was amazing. Mother and son standing on one side of the room. My son suckling on my breast just as he did as a baby. At the same time, I was stimulating between my legs where he originated. Meanwhile, across the room my husband stroked his cock as my son's wife slowly teased us all. Her show now continued as she reached behind her back to remove her bra. God, her tits were gorgeous! As I previously mentioned, I was jealous. I would love to have a rack like hers. But at least I was going to get to play with them shortly.

I watched Tom stroke his cock, and my finger instinctively began to move between my legs at the same rhythm and pace. I briefly looked to Tom and saw that his eyes were fixated on the same gorgeous woman that I was fantasizing about as I played with myself.

Just then I realized that Brian's tongue was at my navel. Seconds later he was pulling my hand away as he reached for my underwear. He slid the panties down and I quickly stepped out of them. I kicked them away with my left foot. During the time my legs were apart, my son buried his face between them. I literally gasped as his tongue was inside of me immediately.

The only downside to my son's actions was that he may have hurried my daughter's striptease. As he buried his face between my legs, I think the view was too much for Sherry. The slow seductive rate with which she removed her bra would not take place for her remaining clothing. She grabbed her panties at her hips, and had them off in seconds. Likewise, her hand was between her legs in rapid time. Now her pussy was stimulated along with mine.

My husband is a great lover. He saw her need. His face was buried between his daughter's legs as quickly as my son had started sucking my pussy. Now my daughter-in-law and I stood on separate sides of my living room as we watched our own partner explore between our legs.

We stood there watching each other and enjoying the tongue movement on our clits. I was loving what my own son was doing to me. I absolutely adored the fact that his wife was watching. I also was thrilled because I could see Tom pleasing Sherry. This sensation my son was giving me was wonderful, but I needed deeper penetration with his tongue. I was the first to move, and I stepped back toward the sofa.

Brian sensed my motion and removed himself from between my legs. I could see my juices dripping over his nose and lips. I laid back on the sofa and raised my knees up quickly. I spread my legs apart, making sure Sherry had the perfect view of my cunt. The sensation of my naked ass on the sofa felt a bit awkward. Yet the irony is that exposing my pussy wide open to my son and his wife did not seem awkward. I wanted her to see it all.

She fully understood and reciprocated. She broke away from my husband and sat in the easy chair. Both of her knees were now straddled over the legs of the chair, and her pussy was gaping wide open. In fact, the view was so wonderful that Brian stopped for quite a while to watch her. I think he forgot about me for just a moment. Perhaps it was the realization that his father was about to eat his wife's pussy. That thought turned me on beyond belief. But I'm sure he was slightly jealous.

His pause didn't last long because he kneeled down and turned toward me slowly. He started kissing me on my left thigh. His tongue made circles all along my inner leg until it was inches away from my pussy once again. At that point he moved to my right side. As I felt his tongue lick and kiss me there, I could see over my son's head and through my legs. My husband had started to mimic Brian's same motion as he traveled more intimately into our daughter.

I took a moment to actually look at my son's wife face-to-face. Her eyes were closed for a brief moment, and I could tell she was beginning to breathe heavier. When her eyes opened, they caught mine. The two of us looked at each other. She was the first to smile mischievously. I also grinned, and it was obvious that the two of us would now have a stronger bond. It was also obvious that we would be the ones to control the session.

Just then Brian was back between my legs. His nose pushed deeply against my clit as his tongue buried deep within me. I actually let out a deep moan to coincide with my gasp. Sherry smiled even bigger.

In no time it was like father, like son. Tom was buried between Sherry's legs and her smile quickly changed to pure ecstasy. I know how well Tom can give head. His tongue was strong and could last a while. He always touched the right parts of my pussy. Hopefully he could find the same buttons to push for my daughter.

My son had already found the right spots to focus his tongue for mommy. This morning had been a perfect practice session, and now he performed admirably right off the bat. His tongue flicked my clit quickly and rapidly. My heavy breathing and my positive response both reminded him that he was definitely in the right spot.

As the pace quickened, my focus was starting to leave from across the room. Both my hands were now on the back of Brian's head. My mind was strictly focusing on how wonderful I was feeling. I was pushing him harder against me. My hips were starting to match the strokes of his tongue. It would not be long before I reached orgasm.

I concentrated my thoughts long enough to check on the status of my daughter. She too would be coming shortly. I could tell by her breathing, and the fact that her hips were in sync with Tom's head. I took the opportunity to match my motions with my daughter-in-law.

Now we were each grinding into our partner's face at the same time. She quickly noticed that we were in sync, and it didn't take long for both of us to increase the pace. I pushed harder on the back of Brian's head and forcefully rocked my pussy up and down. Each time his nose stroked my clit. Each stroke was bringing me that much closer to fulfillment.

I was looking Sherry in the eyes and the two of us continued together. Sherry now had both her hands wrapped around my husband. She was pulling him deep between her legs, and breathing heavily each and every time. Her heavy breath were perfectly coordinated with mine.

I averted my eyes briefly from hers. Only long enough to admire the beauty of her inner thighs, and her feet. Her toes were perfectly manicured with red nails. I could see all ten nails as they moved rhythmically in time with our hips. Their motion made them, and her, even sexier.

Admiring her entire body was the final straw. I was seconds away from what I knew would be an overwhelming orgasm. My poor son probably could not breathe at this time because I was pushing as hard as I possibly could. I applied pressure both with my arms from behind him and with my hips in front of him. 

Then Sherry pushed me over the edge as she screamed across the room, "make your mommy come baby!"

God, what a tease she was. How fucking wonderful this woman was. Three more strokes from Brian's nose and tongue perfectly pushed against my pussy. Sherry's words and his actions combined were too much, and I arrived.

As I reached to that point, I stopped suddenly. Both of my hands grabbed Brian's head tightly and forced him to stop moving. I couldn't move at all for what seemed like an eternity. I felt the sensations start at my toes and worked their way up my legs. I wanted to continue to watch Sherry, but my eyes couldn't stay open. I closed my eyes and let the amazing feeling continue to move up throughout my body.

After the wave moved to my head, I then began to spasm. My body began to shake and quiver every few seconds. My thighs were now clamped tight along the sides of Brian's head. I opened my eyes quickly again and now saw that Sherry was only seconds behind me.

"Oh fuck!" Sherry screamed.

Her legs bared down on Tom, and I watched as her beautifully painted toes all curled at once. As I continued to shake, it was difficult for me to keep my eyes open. Yet I wanted to watch her. The second wave of fulfillment had already coursed through my body when Sherry went still. No motion came from her at all. Her eyes closed and her head literally fell back completely. Tom caressed her outer thighs and I know from experience that he was continuing to lick her clit.

The pause lasted five seconds or so, and then she also began to shake. Her hands pushed Tom away giving him the ability to look up and enjoy the show along with me. I was able to watch as my beautiful daughter quivered and shook in pure ecstasy.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God," she said through a deep, but loud, breathy exclamation.

As I said, my husband knows what he's doing. Tom buried his head back between her legs just a few short seconds after her first wave of ecstasy. Perhaps five seconds later her hips were now thrusting even further off the easy chair and she shoved his face away from her pussy as she screamed once again.

"Fuuuuck!" The word was screamed loudly and drawn out over at least three seconds.

Meanwhile I was experiencing the final wave of my own orgasm. Brian was now slowly and gently licking my clit as the warm flush continued to move throughout my body. I had to close my eyes and could no longer watch Sherry. I was in heaven. Brian was already realizing the perfect timing and pressure needed for my pussy.

When I opened my eyes I saw Brian still kneeling down between my legs. Yet now he was looking up at me with such an innocent and childlike grin. As I looked at him I had a flashback and could vividly remember what he looked like when he started middle school. The same childlike innocence was in his face. The irony was he had just gotten done bringing his own mother to complete orgasm.

I ran my fingers through his hair and made sure my nails scratched his scalp slightly. I could tell he appreciated the sensation. He slowly kissed my right inner thigh several times and then switched back to the left to offer two more kisses there.

By now Sherry was back and her eyes were open. Tom was slowly kissing between her thighs as well. She and I had the opportunity to now look at each other once again. This time it was a look of mutual gratification. Mutual satisfaction. It was obvious how happy we both were.

Sherry smiled a huge smile and then started to stand up as she crossed the room, "come here, baby," she said to her husband.

I suddenly felt jealous as my son stood up from between my legs. Yet I was not jealous because he was leaving me. I was more jealous because it was not me who she asked for.

Brian kissed me one more time on my inner thigh. He looked up at me as if looking for my approval.

"Go on, honey," I comforted him, " your wife wants you."

He stood up and walked directly over to meet his wife. As he rose, she also stood up from the chair. The two of them met in the middle of the room. Within seconds they embraced. I watched as her tongue disappeared inside his mouth and the two of them were hugging each other deeply, desperately.

Brian moved his right hand up and fondled her breasts. She pushed her pussy up against his thigh, and as he raised his knee she started to grind on his leg. It was obvious she was already horny for more.

So was I. I couldn't believe it. It'd been only minutes since my orgasm and yet my right hand found its way between my legs. I began to slowly caress my clit. Seconds later I had my middle finger deep inside me. This woman had an amazing effect on me.

I pushed my finger deep inside me several times. I had just started to gain some rhythm as I watched my son and his wife fondle each other in the nude. Just then she spoke and I almost came from her words alone.

"Go fuck your mother," Sherry ordered after their kiss ended. She followed her order with the statement, "I'm going to fuck your father."

Brian and Sherry both started walking toward me. As I said before, at that point it was her I wanted the most. She walked quicker and I was disappointed as she simply sat next to me. I was pleased when she reached over and grabbed my breast. The sensation of the palm of her hand as she cupped my right breast was fabulous.

But that's all. It was obvious she was anxious for Brian to start. The idea of watching her husband fuck his mother was definitely a turn on for her. Sherry pinched my nipple slightly as Brian stood between my legs with his erect cock hovering above me. He kneeled down between my legs and his cock hit the edge of the sofa. A moment of awkwardness hit us all as it became obvious this might not work.

Sherry turned her attention back to my husband, "grab the cushions of those chairs," she told him. 

The timing of her Requests made it clear to everybody how they would be used. Sherry began pinching and tweaking my nipple once again as we waited for Tom to cross the room with the cushions in hand.

Brian stepped back, and Tom dropped both cushions on the floor in front of the sofa between the legs of his wife and his daughter.

"Thanks dad," Sherry said to Tom before turning to Brian and repeating her previous order, "fuck your mother."

Sherry watched as her husband dropped to his knees. Now his erect cock was at the perfect height. She was still playing with my nipple as Brian grabbed my hips and pulled me toward him. Now his cock was right at the entrance of my pussy. It was so exciting because I knew that all four of us were watching closely. The head of his penis was just inches away. He reached for it with his hand and rubbed it up and down the lips of my pussy. After rubbing up and down the first time he started to do it once again and was interrupted.




Masked Motherly Love Pt. 03



"Fuck her already," Sherry begged.

I was so thankful for her order as right then we all watched my son's cock bury itself deep inside me. I instantly grabbed my own breasts and squeezed hard. My head moved back slightly since the overwhelming nature of fucking my son had not lost any of its appeal or uniqueness. I was still just as excited as I was last night when he first entered me.

As I fondled my own chest, I realized that my daughter moved away slightly. It was clear that she wanted to watch, or at least for a while. Tom now stood between her legs and was stroking his cock. Sherry's hand left my breast and went between her legs. She started to rub her clit from left to right. It was amazing as I experienced making love to my son once again yet this time with a full audience.

Brian was continuous now in his strokes. Yet the pace was very slow and sure. I was impressed with the fact that he did not start rapidly fucking me right then. It has been quite a while since we all had started. Yet Brian had no satisfaction at all, and instead had been focusing all of his attention on me. Now my loving son was still making sure that this was an erotic and satisfying moment for his mother. Nevertheless, I know he also was aware of how satisfying it was for his wife.

After several minutes of Brian slowly and gently fucking me, his pace increased ever so slightly. It was at this point that the other two stopped masturbating.

"Fuck me, dad," Sherry looked up at Tom as she lifted her knees and spread her legs wide.

I was amazed how quickly Tom obliged. His cock was deep inside her immediately. She gasped as he thrust it all the way in with no hesitation. Likewise, there were no slow strokes for Tom. Instead, he was now fucking Sherry at the same faster pace that his son was fucking me.

It was almost comical because the sounds of Brian and I meeting each other with each thrust was in perfect sync with Tom and Sherry every time they met completely. I couldn't help but think once again, "like father, like son."

Both men were not bent at the waist. They were looking down upon us as they fucked us together. Brian broke cadence and move towards me wrapping up his arms around me and kissing my neck. As he held me close it felt wonderful. But the better feeling was the fact that his hips were now moving even faster. It felt great, but I knew I was not going to last much longer.

As Brian kissed the left side of my neck I turned my head and watched Sherry. It was obvious she was fully enjoying herself. Tom was a great lover. Yet it was here I realized something. He continued to remain upright as he fucked Sherry. He did not move forward like his son. Last night as well he never embraced Sherry and instead kept his hands on the bed holding himself up. It was obvious he was merely fucking his daughter and was not making love.

I was so happy and felt so complete and loved. I hope however that Tom fully understood my situation. This was my son. My flesh and blood. My baby boy that I would love till the day I died. When I am with him it is not just fucking. I am destined to make love whenever I am with my son.

As if sensing the same thing I was, Sherry reached for Tom and pulled him closer to her. I was disappointed as I watched him move towards her. He wrapped his arms around her back but then I saw his motive. He pulled her back up away from the sofa. She followed his lead and came close to him as they embraced tightly. But now her back was further away from the sofa.

Tom stood up with Sherry still wrapped around him and his cock. I was amazed he was able to do it. There was no hesitation or strain. It only lasted a second while he turned himself and now he was the one to be sitting on the sofa. There was no doubt that this was a much less romantic position.

Yet Sherry was excited because with her on top she was in full control. Tom's penis never left her pussy and she pushed him back as she now was riding his cock at her own pace. Her knees were on the sofa and she bounced up and down his rod with reckless abandon.

Her pace was still much slower than Brian's. In fact, I now brought my attention back to my son. It was obvious he was about to fill me with his seed. He held me tighter and his head was next to mine. I nudged his head with mine prompting him to look me in the face. As he continued to fuck me hard he now was looking me in the eyes. We kissed. His tongue went deep inside my mouth. Both of my arms were behind his back, but now I moved my right arm up behind his neck to pull him closer. I wanted him to come closer. Emotionally I needed him with me completely. I could not get enough. Yet physically there was no way to have him as close as I wanted.

As our kiss ended, Brian pulled me even closer and his head dropped into the sofa. The last and final stroke pounded me deeply and I felt the first rush of semen as it found its way far within me. The sensation from the rush of his orgasm was enough to start mine. By the time the second stream of semen was barreling within me I was now fully clamped around his cock and my whole body was motionless.

I didn't move other than to squeeze my arms to hold my son even closer. The only motion within my body was my pussy spasming once again and draining yet another stream from my son. I needed him more. I nudged him once again begging for a kiss without saying so. Again our lips met and as we kissed, the fourth stream of his seed was now within me.

Meanwhile, Sherry was continuing to bounce her ass off of Tom's thighs. This added to my excitement knowing that it was his cock she was actually bouncing on. The two of them were now rapidly breathing.

I was also quickly realizing that Sherry was rather vocal. "Oh God, fuck me dad, fuck me," she said in a husky voice between the deep breaths.

She was watching Brian and I closely. I think she was jealous of our orgasm as she worked quicker to get hers. She continued to bounce rapidly on my husband's penis and just after Brian completed his last ejaculation I could tell that Tom started his.

"Fuck, yes," Sherry said loudly as she threw her head back.

I couldn't help it. I stopped kissing Brian and I had to watch Sherry. I could tell Brian was anxious to do the same. As we held each other tightly completing our lovemaking we watched his wife together.

As she screamed and threw her head back, I got a very good look at her breasts. The majority of the time they had been pressed against my husband. But now she leaned back and I could see the sweat glistening on her cleavage. Her motionless body during the initial wave of her orgasm allowed me to fully enjoy my view.

Her body now was shaking similarly to the way it did during her earlier orgasm. Her breasts were not visible anymore as she was holding my husband close to her as tight as possible. Brian and I watched as his father finished ejaculating into his wife. I wondered what he was thinking. I was anxious for all of us to talk later on.

Brian interrupted my view as his mouth kissed my cheek and then directed my lips to meet is. We kissed passionately once again. My attention was now back to my son. It felt so wonderful holding him so closely. Having him hold me tight and still feeling his penis deep within me. I didn't want it to end.

"Oh God," Sherry exclaimed yet again during her second wave.

Her exclamation forced both of us to watch her once again. He and I were entertained as Sherry froze briefly and then quivered yet again. After several seconds she moved her hips up and down ever so slightly. It was obvious she needed slight stimulation and she was in control. I pictured Tom's cock as she forced it to slowly move up and down within her.

After another minute or so it was obvious that her pussy had sucked Tom dry. She was continuing to move up and down, but then stopped. She lifted up one more time. This time however I could see as Tom's cock fall out of this beauty and slap against his belly.

Sherry turned and fell back on the sofa between Tom and I. 

"Dear God," Sherry said breathlessly, "that was amazing."

Her next comment was lighthearted as she looked at Brian, "your daddy can fuck!"

Tom enjoyed her comment, while Brian might not have appreciated her candor. I myself was thrilled with how relaxed and comfortable she was. I realized that this was going to be an exciting afternoon. More so, I was anxious that perhaps the four of us would be able to continue this routinely.

I always did like her. From the time Brian started dating her, I thought she was wonderful. Full of life and able to instill her youth and enthusiasm in everyone she meets. This was especially true for Tom and I. This was true never more than right now.

I could not wait to enjoy this wonderful woman to a further extent. Just then, I felt her fingers as she brushed my hair behind my ear. I turned to her and we looked at each other face-to-face. Her husband was still on top of me and my husband was just on the other side of her. The two of us had been extremely generous. We shared our husbands. We shared our lovers. Nothing was said as we laid there watching each other. She continued to slowly play with my hair.

She quietly spoke, "I still love the fact you fucked your own son," she said to me lovingly.

I grew even more comfortable with this beauty after her kind words. But what she said next excited me again. Even though Brian was still within me, my pussy moistened from her next comment.

Her statement was simple, "but now I want you for myself."

I was anxious to grant her wish.

To be continued...



Masked Motherly Love



I also once again realized how damn good I looked. In addition, it was obvious how excited I was because I could see my nipples pushing through the costume. Luckily my dripping wet pussy had not started to leak through yet. I brought my hand down between my legs and rubbed myself gently for a brief second. God, I was so excited.

I regained my composure and grabbed my overnight bag. With my other hand I grabbed one of the hotel towels and covered up the bag. As I exited the bathroom, I quickly opened the closet door and put the bag in the corner. I covered it with the towel. Now my identity was safe and I could move ahead with this unbelievable escapade.

When I returned to the room, Batman and Mileena were sitting on the bed closest to the bathroom. They had their backs turned towards me. Batman already had his arm around the young beauty. I could see Sub Zero sitting on the bed across from them. 

He immediately looked up at me when I entered the room. It was difficult to see any emotion though because the mask covered so much of his face. He had lifted the zipper up on the bottom half and I could see his chin and mouth. Since my mask was so small, I again hoped nothing would give me away. I instantly moved towards him and sat next to him opposite my husband. I shivered as soon as my son put his arm around me.

Batman broke the silence, "Our masks stay on." 

The silence in the room confirmed everyone agreed. I then was amazed as it was my son who made the first move. He already had his left arm around me and now he turned towards me laying me down towards the bed and at the same time kissing me gently on the lips. I was in heaven. This man was being gentle and sensual. However, at the same time he laid me down on the bed making it clear what was soon coming.

I wrapped both my arms around his neck and compassionately threw myself into him. I was the first to use my tongue. I pushed it past the open mask and past his lips. At the same time his tongue began to explore mine. Our breathing increased together. I was so hot it was unbearable.

It was then I felt his right hand on my left breast. He squeezed tightly. I didn't think my nipples could get any harder, but they did. He continued to grasp my right breast and I moved my right hand along his bicep. His muscles were so strong. My little boy had become such a strong man.

I moved my hand back behind him and reached down, now putting my hand underneath his shirt. The feeling of his flesh up and down his back was amazing. I quickly placed my left hand alongside the other and I ran both hands up and down his back tightly pulling him closer to me. I also intermittently pushed my fingernails into his back. I could tell this turned him on each time I did. I mean, I was Catwoman, right?

It was then I felt his hand leave my breast and almost immediately start to grab between my legs. I literally shuddered when he first touched my pussy through my costume. His grip was firm. It was firm enough for me to feel it in all its glory. The pressure pushed against my clit making it drip even more than it already was.

I pulled his shirt up even more from behind, signaling I wanted it off. Although I knew he would have to pull away from my body, I wanted to feel and see his body. Brian removed his hand from my crotch and pulled slightly away from me. He quickly grabbed his shirt from behind and pulled it over his head. All the while he was still being careful not to remove his mask. Instantly he was back in place and again squeezing my pussy underneath my costume.

As we moved close together again, his lips now moved to my neck just below my ear. This allowed me to turn my head and enjoy the sensation while at the same time seeing what Tom and my daughter were up to.

Her top was already completely off and Batman had removed his gloves. There was a strangeness to see human hands with the Batman costume as they grabbed her gorgeous breasts. I watched as he then moved his mouth towards her chest and began to suck on her left nipple. It was extremely erect, but of course not as erect as mine always get. 

Like I always had envisioned, they were extremely perky tits. It turned me on even more to watch my husband enjoy them so. I thought about how Sherry had practically grown up with our son. This excited me even more as I watched her enjoy his lips as they explored her chest. Even though she was wearing a veil over her mouth, it was obvious there was a devious smile underneath.

It was then my son regained my full attention as he started to unzip my costume behind me. At the same time he put his tongue in my ear. There was no way he could get the costume off fast enough to please me. I could continue to feel his hot breath in my ear and he pulled the zipper down further. I then knew I had to take a brief break and separate from him.

I slightly nudged him and he sat up. As I sat up, I reached back and was able to grab the zipper and pull it the rest of the way down just above my ass. Brian grabbed the costume at my shoulders and pulled it down over my front, exposing my bra and my cleavage to a fuller extent. He then slid back on the bed allowing me to swing around and stand up long enough to pull the costume down to my ankles. 

Within seconds was completely off and on the floor. My ass was now sticking up towards the bed and I suddenly felt my son's nose and face buried into my ass through the material. His hot breath blew through my legs and the material electrifying my clit. I actually let out a gasp.

His actions made me avoid any more sensuality. I simply wanted to remove my clothing and have him. I grabbed my panties and pulled them to my ankles. His face pushed right back in below my ass cheeks and between my thighs.

I turned around forcing him to pull back. I then reached back and removed my bra exposing my breasts. I worried slightly the large areola and extremely large pointy nipples might give me away. It had been years since my son had seen me naked but I have been told a man vividly remembers the image of his naked mother. I didn't care. I let him explore my body with his masked eyes. While he watched me, he now was removing his pants and underwear. Within seconds instead of worrying about what he was seeing, I was marveling at his erect cock. 

I immediately bent down and grabbed it. I started to stroke his hard cock in my right hand while I ran my left hand up his chest. I do not know which part of his body felt better. They both were amazing. He moved backward on the bed allowing me to join him now. It was obvious what he wanted. I didn't hesitate.

I moved my lips towards his cock and in no time had filled my mouth with my son. I slobbered quite a bit making sure it was well lubricated. I'm not sure it was necessary because I could taste the pre come which had already dribbled out over his head. I moved my mouth back up to the top still leaving my hand towards the bottom. Again I moved back down, this time taking more into my mouth and allowing it to nearly reach my throat. The sound of hearing my son Brian moan in ecstasy was too much for me.

I instantly began a quick rhythm up and down his cock. Using my hand and the pressure of my lips I quickly encouraged him to fuck my mouth. He was using both hands to hold my freshly dyed black hair as he pushed my head onto his rock hard dick. I opened up my throat as much is possible and I was amazed at how much I was able to take in. The pace was quickening and I realized he was about to come. I wasn't quite ready and I stopped. By doing so, I let his cock fall back against his belly.

I continued to stroke slightly, but I took this opportunity to look over and see what my husband and daughter were up to. If I was unaware of the unique situation, I might have laughed at the sight. I was watching a naked man with the Batman mask buried between the legs of this sexy ninja woman. Instead, the thought of what was happening was more than I could handle. I moved my left hand back down to my pussy and began to rub my clit myself.

I continued to move my mouth back up and down my son's shaft, all the while watching as Batman ate her young pussy. I decided to not hold back. I increased the pace. As I did so I turned my head and watched my son. Like me, he was watching what was going on in the other bed. I assume it is a turn on for him watching his wife having her pussy eaten by another man. But what would he do if he knew it was his own father pleasing her?

Those incestuous thoughts drove me wild. I decided to bring Brian's attention back to me. On the next stroke down I did everything I could to make sure my lips reached the bottom. In all honesty, I couldn't quite do it. But I know the attempt was successful nonetheless. My son was once again watching me and he had both hands of the back of my head. I definitely had his full attention.

Although I was ready to fully satisfy my baby boy, I could not wait for myself. I let his cock out of my mouth one last time and I moved towards the bed and brought my leg over his body. As I scooted down, my dripping wet pussy was now just seconds away from being licked.

As my lips once again kissed the tip of his prick, it was then I felt Brian grab both cheeks of my ass with his hands and pull me down onto his mouth. I could feel his nose, mouth, and tongue as they all forcefully stimulated my clit. I actually moaned.

My moans gained the attention from the other bed. Sherry looked over at me despite the fact she was laying spread-eagled with my husband buried between her legs. Tom pulled his masked face away from her cunt long enough to look over and see what was going on with us. 

I decided to give them something to look at. I again moved down Sub Zero's shaft as deeply as possible. This time I was able to fully envelop it. I could feel the tip deep within my throat. My lips were now buried within the hair around my son's cock. I watched as Sherry's eyes widened. For Tom, this was not much of a surprise. Although the fact it was his own son's cock must have turned him on.

He did not want to pause for long and he stuck two fingers deep in his daughter's cunt and continued to fuck her quickly and forcefully with both digits. This was when I heard her start to moan as well. The sound must have excited Brian because he started licking my pussy even faster, and with more force.

I didn't know how much longer I would be able to hold out. I realized I better pick up the pace if we were to do this together. I moved back up his cock and quickly back down only halfway. My right hand was now at the base and moving up and down quickly. I could tell by the thrust of his hips he was ready to come within minutes. It was up to me. I was going to make sure he came at the same time as me.

As far as my pussy was concerned, I now was pushing firmly against his face. The rhythm of my hips had made it very clear he was on the right track. Both of us were in sync right now. I continued sucking Brian's cock while he licked my pussy. 

All the while, I could see my husband as he finger fucked Sherry. A few more seconds of this and suddenly, I could feel the electricity leaving from my crotch and moving both ways throughout my body. I knew within seconds I would not be able to do anything but enjoy the moment. I had to make him come quickly. Several more quick strokes with my hand and I knew he was almost there. I thrust his whole penis once again deep into my mouth until it reached my throat.

I felt the first shot of semen and it was gone before I knew it because of how deep in my mouth he was. I moved my hips backward and forward two more times and then stopped completely. Every muscle in my body was frozen. I could not move and the sensation was amazing. Just then I felt the second shot and I was able to lift my head up enough to allow it to shoot within my mouth where I could taste it. It was warm and sweet, and very similar to his father's.

I let his cock come completely out of my mouth and now I felt the second wave of orgasm overtake my body. This time I started to quiver and shake. I felt Brian's hands squeeze on my ass tightly and he pulled me deeper towards his mouth. The pressure of his chin and nose against my cunt at that moment was fabulous.

The third shot left my son's cock and immediately landed on my cheek and lips. The erotic nature and excitement of it all was too much for me. I looked over at the other bed and I could see both were watching. The view of Brian's sperm all over my face I know was way too much for Tom. I felt bad for him since he was standing there with a full erection and only his hand.

But he had done what was needed for Sherry. Her back was fully arched as she watched us. Just like me, her body was quivering. I also noticed she was moaning, but it was hard to tell because of my instinctive moans.

The last part of ecstasy came over me and I simply collapsed. I laid my cum soaked cheek on his leg and watched his prick continue to twitch with slight amounts of come leaving each time. All the while, I was using my hand to coax as much as I could.

At the same time, beyond his cock I could see Tom stroking his. His pace was quickening. Brian and I must have been too much for him and I saw him grab Sherry by the legs and pull her closer. Within seconds, his hard cock was very deep inside her. Now I really heard her moan. If she was like me, it would drive me crazy to be fucked so quickly after my orgasm. Yet she didn't seem like she was suffering. If she was, it was definitely a pleasurable problem to have.

I continued to lay there and recover with my legs straddling my son's head and my pussy burying his face. I once again relished in the fact of what had just occurred. I was enjoying the moment when I realized like Sherry, I too was about to be fucked quickly following my orgasm.

Brian pushed me away from him gently, but it was obvious he wanted me to climb off. I did so and rolled over on the bed. All the while I continued to watch as Tom was fucking Sherry. It was here I could see Brian got his first glimpse of what was going on. I believe the sight of Batman fucking his wife was too much. Immediately Brian grabbed me and turned me over on my belly. As he pushed my thighs forward I knew what he wanted. I wasn't quite ready but knew it was going to be enjoyable.

While I propped myself up on all fours, Brian was near the foot of the bed grabbing a condom. I was impatient and I wouldn't have cared if he took me right then. However, the mother in me was glad to see he was protecting himself. I was ready. Brian leaned over me and whispered in my ear.

"Ready?"

His tone was sweet. I shook my head yes without saying a word. Seconds later, I could feel the tip of Brian's cock against my open slit. He rubbed it gently for just a few seconds. Then it was wonderful as I felt my son's shaft push deep inside me. I had to stop watching beside us because the sensation took all my attention away. I laid my cheek down on the pillow and I could feel the force as Brian started to fuck me.

This was so different than Tom. Maybe this is what it was like twenty some years ago. I can't remember. But the force and the rapid pace of the strokes as they moved in and out of my pussy was driving me wild. Just then I heard it. My mind comprehended it as I realized this sensation. Brian was smacking my ass. The second slap came on my left cheek. God it was wonderful.

Again, Tom never did this. Through the years we primarily made love. We got kinky, but usually not much force. Certainly he would never slap me. God, now I wish he would. I don't know if it was the slaps or the fact it was my son, but it was wonderful. Perhaps by my reaction Tom would understand. I'm sure we would talk about it later. But for now, I simply lay with my cheek on the pillow and enjoyed myself to the fullest as my son continued to fuck me hard. Every so often he would continue to slap one cheek or the other

As I rocked back and forth, I watched Tom continue to fuck the woman who was essentially our daughter in the bed next door. We watched her grow up. I quickly got an image in my mind of how cute she was years ago when she was sixteen and she and Brian started dating. Now my husband was fucking her brains out, and I loved every minute of it. I could tell he did as well.

It was so wonderful watching them and feeling the amazing sensations behind me. I was not reminiscing for long because the tingling was once again starting to hit me throughout my body. I knew soon I would come again. I felt it even more as Brian's pace quickened. This was amazing because I was already surprised by how fast his cock continued to move in and out of me.

I was slightly disappointed in this position. Although I got to fully enjoy watching Tom and Sherry, I wanted to see Brian as he fucked me. I wanted to wrap my arms around him and look into his eyes. I wanted to feel the closeness of my baby boy as he made love to me. Yet I wonder if I could have handled it or not. 

Perhaps this was best. Maybe it was better to simply let him "fuck" me. If we were to make love, the emotions might have overtaken me. The last thing I needed to do was start crying right there at that moment. This was better. This was enough - for now at least.

The final strokes for Brian came and he pulled my ass up tight against him. Then he fell over on my back. I regretted letting him wear a condom. I wanted to feel the streams of come shoot deep within me. It was at this same time I had a minor orgasm. It was not as full as the last, but I still remained motionless and started to quiver ever so slightly. As my son continued to come, I definitely concluded I was glad to be in this position. I would have been a mess if I was looking in my son's eyes - mask or no mask.

I got to enjoy myself a second time as I watched Tom come. He leaned back and winced and immediately fell over on Sherry. She seemed to be quivering slightly and I hoped for both their sakes she also came. The two of them lay close together tightly embraced. 

This reinforced my satisfaction in the position my son chose. I enjoyed the warmth of his body as he lay over my back. I slowly let my knees drop to begin to fall towards the bed. As I did so, he relieved some of the pressure off of me and slowly pulled his penis from between my legs.

Brian fell on the bed beside me and draped his right arm around my back. I could feel his hand slightly on the side of my breast. He moved it back and forth gently across my skin. It felt wonderful and sensual. I could hear him breathing heavy as he was still recovering from all the rapid motion. I just laid there motionless and watched as my husband and Brian's wife lay together recovering from their session. I know Brian had to be watching the same.

Tom was the first to stir. He rose up and off of his daughter and I could see her juices still on the condom as he did so.

Sherry regained her senses and then sat up quickly. Her face looked very nervous.

"Ready to go, honey?" she asked her husband as he continued to stroke my breast.

I was slightly surprised. Many times in the past we will continue to lie together and mingle with the other couple. Very often the four of us will end up making love for hours. This usually happens when they are closer to our age. It also tends to be when we have been drinking or smoking pot in the room for a while before hand.

This was Halloween and was different. The masks made it more about sex only. I think everybody concurred. The other factor is this was the first time they had ever done this. At least I believe that was the case. 

Sherry quickly rose and started to gather her clothes. I also knew it was time, but I was sad when I felt Brian's hand leave my breast and he rolled back away from me.




Masked Motherly Love



He scooted down to the foot of the bed. I watched him between the beds as he began to grab his clothes and dress. I arose after he pulled his underwear to his hips and sat back down on the bed. I went behind him and ran my hand over his back and around his shoulder. I moved in close and whispered.

"Thank you Sub Zero. Maybe next Halloween you can satisfy this pussy again," my Catwoman voice was pretty damn sexy I thought to myself.

Brian confirmed this immediately because he turned his head and kissed me. He kissed me deeply, passionately. His mask was awkward, and yet still it was amazing. Now I truly did regret our previous position and that we were not doing more. I felt more within my body following his kiss than I had the whole night. This is so impressive because tonight was one of the most amazing sexual experiences of my life. This young man of mine definitely was leaving me wanting more.

Our lips slowly parted and he arose. He put on his shirt, carefully leaving his mask on. His beautiful wife was now dressed and the two of them were obviously ready to go.

Tom grabbed Sherry and pulled her close. He whispered in her ear and I saw her nod yes. He raised her veil and the two of them kissed sensually. Again, the masks made it a bit awkward. Nevertheless, I was stimulated. Like Brian and I, this final kiss of theirs was more sensual than anything the two of them experienced earlier.

As she grabbed her husband's hand, I watched the two of them start to walk away. I so badly wanted to just rip my mask off. Yet I knew there was too much risk. Everything had been wonderful. Everyone enjoyed and benefited from the masks - especially Tom and I for obvious reasons.

"Next Halloween then," Tom said reassuringly.

Everyone nodded yes and it was obvious there was a sense of relief for all.

I then watched my son and his wife walk through the room and out the door. It was an amazing experience. I wondered what it would have been like if Brian knew who he was with. Would he want to sleep with his own mother? I was anxious to talk to Tom and find out everything he was thinking and share my feelings as well.

The rest of the night Tom and I loved each other and lay naked in each other's arms. We discussed the night and what could possibly happen in the future in regards to sex with the kids. The experience allowed us to share so much with each other and be so open. I explained to him how much I wanted to actually make love to Brian. Tom was not jealous. Instead he was almost relieved because he could openly admit he felt the same way when he was with Sherry. 

As I said, my son definitely left me wanting more with our final kiss. Little did I know my wait would not be long...