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The Ice Cream Sundae Ch. 01

By: BetweenDuskandDawn



There was the familiar beep.

"Hey Mom, its Amos. I was able to take my last final exam a day early so I'm on my way home now. See you soon!"

I glanced down to end the call on my iPhone and returned my eyes to the road ahead. With barely an hour left on my drive home from college, I suspected that she may not even realize that I left her a voicemail before she sees me come through the door. No big deal though, she loves surprises and I'm sure she will be happy to see me. 

I turned the radio up as a favorite song from the band The Killers came on, entitled "Jenny Was a Friend of Mine". Immediately I thought of my best friend, who coincidently is named Jenny. We have been close since elementary school, when she and her mom moved into a house on my street. We have always had a lot in common in our family life -- being the only child raised by a single mom and never knowing our fathers. Neither of our mothers ever remarried. We haven't seen each other in months for the first time though, now going to different colleges hundreds of miles apart. I stayed in New York to pursue a degree in graphic design, while she traveled south to Florida with the intention of becoming a pharmacist. From our last conversation over the phone, it sounded like she was eager to see me too. With our first semester of college over, we would have two weeks to catch up over Christmas break.

Less than an hour later, I pulled onto my street and decided to park just far enough away from the house so that Mom didn't hear my car in the driveway. She had not returned my call, so it was likely that she didn't know I was on my way. I carefully crept in through garage and quietly cracked open the door leading into the kitchen. I heard my mother laughing in response to what sounded like another woman's voice. 

She must have company over, I thought. Then her voice changed, in a way I had never heard before. She was squealing, and then there was a yelp followed by more giggling. Perplexed and somewhat alarmed, I opened the door wider staying silent.

I was frozen with what I saw. There was my mom, lying on the kitchen counter, naked. And even more surprising, was the fact that another naked woman was face down between her legs. Also on the counter were a bottle of chocolate syrup, whip cream, and a mess of sprinkles. These were all things that I would put on my favorite childhood dessert, an ice cream sundae, which my mom would make for me almost upon request. 

Right now, my mom was an ice cream sundae. And that woman was eating her for dessert. Smeared with chocolate and whip cream, my mom's legs were involuntarily kicking up in the air, as the woman seemed to be ramming her tongue into Mom's vagina.

"Oh God! Oh yyyesss!" my mother's voice cried out." Keep doing that! Lick me baby, lick my pussy inside and out!" 

I couldn't even process what I was seeing. The erotic scene belonged in a porn video, not my kitchen. Does this mean my mom is a lesbian? I thought it was possible that she had boyfriends, ones that I didn't know about, but never thought she was into girls.

I couldn't see much of the other woman, but I could tell that she was hot. She had a nice, slender body and long brown hair that kept her face hidden from me. Her round ass was in full view though, sticking up in the air. With one leg on the floor, the other was propped up on the counter, giving her leverage to dive between Mom's thighs. The mysterious woman was also fingering herself furiously while she orally pleasured my mother.

In a state of disbelief, I left. Maybe I was in shock, because I don't remember shutting the door or how quiet I was. The confusion continued when I reached my car and could not find my keys. I frantically checked every pocked and all over the ground. With my face against the passenger side window, I looked on the seats, and didn't see the keys in the ignition. 

Oh God, they must be back in the house! 

Without knowing what else to do, I ran down the street to Jenny's. I was still out of breath when she opened her front door, and her face lit up when she saw me.

"Amos!" she cheered as she wrapped me in a hug. She was a petite brunette girl, who always hugged me the same way, with her arms on my shoulders lifting her feet off the ground. I forgot how much I missed that. For a moment I forgot why I rushed here so fast. 

"Hey Jenny, are you surprised?" I smiled back at her, placing her back on the ground . "Yeah, your mom said you weren't coming in until at least tomorrow. I'm glad you're here now though. Come on in."

Over the next half hour we caught up about how things went with our final exams, what our plans were for celebrating Christmas, and what fun things we should do this week together. Jenny told me how had briefly dated a guy at school in Florida, but I was relieved to discover that he ended up being a douche, and she threw him to the wind. I always had feelings for this girl, but never acted upon them. We were such good friends, and I didn't want to ruin that. And just when I thought I wanted to risk it to see where else we could go, she seemed to have a new boyfriend pop up. I was never good with timing.

The sound of her front door interrupted our conversation. Olivia, Jenny's mother walked into the living room, wearing black yoga pants and a tank top underneath her winter coat. 

"Hi Amos!" she greeted. "You know, I was just at your house. Your mom and I do yoga together." There was something about the way she stressed the words "do yoga."

I didn't say anything yet as the realization came to me. It was her, the woman in the kitchen with her head in between my mother's thighs, literally licking her like an ice cream sundae in a mess of toppings.

I think Jenny's mom was smirking as she watched the realization register on my face. 

"Hi Olivia," I replied absently, working through the impossible conclusion my mind had made.

"Oh, you know what, I think you dropped these outside." She pulled out my keys from her coat pocket and held them out to me. 

"Thanks," was all I could mutter.

"So you made it home a day early?" she asked, still warmth in her voice. 

What made this new revelation even more bizarre was that Jenny's mom, Olivia, is someone who I know very well, like family. She is my mom's best friend and has been for ten years. I guess more than friends. And they do a lot more than yoga. 

"Yeah, I thought I would surprise my mom. Which reminds me, I better go see her." 

I told Jenny and her mother that I would see them soon, and they offered to host dinner one night this week, which I agreed would be nice. 

I walked up to the front door of my house this time, and made as much noise as possible jingling my keys before opening the door. I didn't want to take any chances on catching Mom off guard. I imagined seeing her nude again, covered in whip cream and covered in a confetti of multi-colored sprinkles, screaming in horror as I walked through the doorway. After pausing to take a deep breath, I pushed open the door. 

What I saw surprised me again. Instead of a kitchen littered like there had been a food fight, the house looked immaculate. Perfectly clean counters, spotless floors, and no food to be found anywhere. Had I imagined what I saw? As I inspected the kitchen up close, I heard footsteps coming down the steps behind me and turned to see my mother wrapped in her towel with her hair wet from the shower.

"Hey Amos, welcome home!" she smiled, greeting me with a hug. Her double F size breasts were bulging out over the towel, and I could feel the water on her skin soaking through my cotton t-shirt. I know her cup size from helping with laundry when I live at home.

"I just got your voicemail," she said, struggling to keep her towel closed around her. "It's a nice surprise to have you home early!"

"Yeah, I hope I didn't catch you off guard," I said, trying not to imagine my mother without the towel.

My response seemed to make her smile in an awkward way.

"No hun, you're always welcome home."

That night I couldn't sleep. Every time I closed my eyes I saw Olivia and Mom on the counter. There were so many questions swirling though my mind: What does this mean? Were they in a relationship, or was it something they did when they felt lonely? Have they been intimately involved since I was a child? How long exactly has this been going on? 

I don't think I'll ever know the answers, because I don't plan on asking her. 

After what must have been hours of tossing and turning, the only conclusion I found is that despite it being my own mother, I was turned on. The more I thought about what I saw in the kitchen, the harder my erection got. 

Checking the clock on my cell phone, I couldn't believe that it was 3:26 am, and I still couldn't sleep. I sighed, glancing at the tissue box on the table next to my bed. Maybe it will help me sleep... 

The Ice Cream Sundae Ch. 02



Thanks for the comments/messages, constructive feedback is appreciated. I will continue to try to improve the story. Hope you enjoy!

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Chapter Two: Secrets

I will admit it. I will admit, maybe only to myself, that I masturbated thinking about my mom and another woman sexually indulging themselves with each other. And that other woman, who I happen to know very well, is also was like a mother to me. But after what I saw yesterday when I stumbled upon Jenny's Mom, Olivia, eating out my mother in our own kitchen after dressing her naked body up in ice cream toppings, I couldn't help myself. It was one of the sexiest things I have ever seen.

I woke up feeling a little paranoid though. My interaction with Olivia afterwards was kind of odd, when she returned my keys to me. I wonder where exactly she found them. It seemed possible that she suspects I saw them.

"I just need to act like nothing happened," I assured myself, "especially around Mom."

I slipped out of bed and put on a fresh shirt. There were noises coming from the kitchen, and the aroma of fresh brewed coffee was seeping into my bedroom. Shuffling down the stairs, I found my mother cooking omelets on the stove. Despite wearing a white bathrobe, she seemed to have herself put together for the day already.

"You're up early," Mom greeted me, turning her attention the sizzling skillet.

"Unfortunately," I replied groggily. "I'm too used to waking up before seven for my early AM classes." I sleepily rubbed my eye brows. "That coffee smells fantastic!"

She acknowledged my request with a smile and reached up to grab a mug from the cupboard. Stretching up on her toes, she struggled to grasp the mug with her fingertips, causing her bathrobe to ride up higher towards her butt and revealing the back of her thighs. I found myself staring, imagining chocolate syrup sliding down them.

Without success, she then lifted her knee on the counter to get more leverage, causing the robe to further rise until I could see the bottom of her black panties. At forty six, Mom still had a pretty nice ass.

With a groan, she was finally able to retrieve the mug, both feet coming back to rest on the floor, her panties again out of view.

"I don't know why I haven't moved them to a lower shelf since you went to college," she huffed, pointing the spatula towards me. "And now that you're here I should be making you reach them for me!"

Her attention went back to finish cooking the omelet, tossing cheese on it before folding it over. Her robe was loosening up from her activity in the kitchen, the belt coming untied. As she moved about, I noticed she was wearing a black nightie beneath the robe. It appeared short, lacy, and very sheer.

Mom spun around with the skillet, flipping the omelet onto a plate beside two strips of bacon. Her robe was completely open now, and as she pushed the plate towards me, I could see her large breasts through the black lace nightie, hanging freely without the support of a bra. She seemed unaware that she was exposing herself, but her nipples were pointing right at me. The memory of those nipples topped with whip cream like snow caps flashed into my mind. This wasn't helping me to forget about my mom having sex, or tame the erection that I was hiding under that table.

"So Olivia called," my mother said, pouring my coffee as she spoke.

"Olivia?" I was paralyzed in terror. Did she tell my mom that I saw them?

"Yeah, you know, Jenny's mother."

"Of course," I replied, attempting to cover my surprised response with nonchalance. "What did she want?"

"Well, she needs a little help around her house. She was hoping you could help her with some things."

I slumped my tense shoulders in relief. Maybe Mom still has no idea that I saw them having sex, even if Olivia suspects that I know. I hope it stays that way. I still wasn't looking forward to an awkward confrontation though. I scrunched my eyebrows in a 'do I have to?' complaint in response to the request.

"I know you just got here last night," Mom pleaded, "but I already told her you could. She insisted it wouldn't take too long."

"Okay. I'm going to the gym this morning, but I can swing over right after."

"Thanks Hun," she replied, leaning over to hug me. "I know she would really appreciate that."

I nodded in acknowledgement, taking a long sip of coffee and stuffing a forkful of egg in my mouth.

"Oh by the way," my mother called on her way out of the kitchen, "I picked up your favorite chocolate ice cream. Help yourself when you get home!"

My mouth hung open, frozen for a moment as the flashbacks from yesterday rushed through my mind. Ice cream at home was never going to be the same.

Several hours later, feeling invigorated after returning from the gym, I found myself again at Jenny's front door. This time though, I was there out of obligation to help her mother with some chores.

"All I need to do is be friendly and act like everything is normal," I told myself.

"Come on in Amos," Olivia greeted me warmly at the door. She was dressed in jeans and a maroon tank top, partially covered by an unbuttoned grey cardigan. "Thanks for helping me out with a couple things around here."

"It's no big deal," I said. "Glad I can help."

Carrying large cardboard boxes from the basement to the attic, I casually talked to Olivia, nothing seeming out of the ordinary. Jenny wasn't around, apparently out at the mall shopping with a few of her girlfriends. Even without her here, I began to relax in the company of her mother.

"Alright Amos, you're almost done. Just one last thing. Are you comfortable on ladders?"

"As long as I'm not juggling and fire breathing," I joked. "Seriously though, ladders are ok."

Famous last words.

Outside, it was a chilly nineteen degrees, with the wind whipping across my face making it feel even colder.

"Maybe I shouldn't have agreed to this," I muttered to myself, yanking out wads of dirt and leaves from the gutter and throwing them to the ground. By now I was a filthy mess, and I felt a little discouraged. I had cleaned out almost the entire gutter, but I could see that it was still backed up with mud at the far end. I climbed back down and grabbed a broom.

At the other end along the roof, I climbed back up the ladder, my feet about six feet off the ground. I poked the gutter with the broom, thinking that I could dislodge whatever was jammed in there. It worked, kind of. Unfortunately, the connecting rain spout detached and came down too, followed by gallons of dirty, sour smelling water that must have been backed up there for months. The rain spout missed hitting me, but the water didn't, splashing me in the face and pouring down my body. At the same time I jolted in surprise and slipped, falling off the ladder.

The next thing I knew, I was lying on the ground with the wind knocked out of me, soaked and freezing in the twenty degree temperatures. Olivia must have heard the clamor of the rain spout crashing to the ground, because it didn't take long before she was rushing outside to see what had happened.

"Oh my God, Amos! Are you alright?" she cried, kneeling over me, with concern and worry on her face.

I could only sputter and wheeze in response, my lungs still unable to fill with air. "Yup," I finally choked, unsure of what I had done to myself.

Jenny's mom helped me to my feet. "Let's get you indoors and out of this cold!"

Shivering inside the front door, I must have been still in a daze, because the next thing I knew Olivia was stripping my shirt and shoes off, ushering me to the bathroom.

"A hot shower will help," she soothed me as my teeth chattered, "and get you cleaned off too."

My bewilderment from the fall was starting to wear off, as I felt Olivia push me back until I was leaning on the sink. Without any resistance from me, she pulled my pants off from my ankles, leaving me wearing only my boxer briefs.

Before I knew it, I was standing in the shower facing the faucet spraying hot water over me, soaking my underwear. I realized that Jenny's mom was in there with me, and I felt her fingers running through my hair. My nostrils filled with aroma of flowery shampoo, and she massaged soap across my shoulders.

I turned to face her, noticing that she was still wearing her maroon tank top and jeans, completely drenched and clinging tightly to her body.

"Olivia, you're clothes are all wet," I noted.

"Yeah I guess they are!" she laughed, as if she was noticing for the first time as well.

Without hesitation, she pulled the dripping tank top over her head and dropped it to the shower floor, followed by her denim pants.

I stood speechless and she continued to strip, unclasping her cream colored bra and matching panties. Completely naked now, water streamed down her breasts and off the tips of her protruding nipples. Her normally wavy brown hair was matted down her neck, and her eyelashes clumped together. I must have been holding my breath as I took in the view, gazing down her body and noticing the trimmed patch of hair on her pubic mound.

There was hunger in her eyes staring back at me, checking me out as well. They glanced down towards my boxer briefs, the only thing left on my body. Her stare met mine with a seductive smile on her face, and before I knew what was happening she was pulling my briefs down to my ankles. From her crouched position below me, she looked up at my cock, which sprang up erectly, nearly brushing her face.

I was still wondering if I had a slight concussion from the fall off the ladder, but with the turn of events leading to me being completely naked in the shower with Olivia, there was no symptom that could hide how horny I was.

"Amos!" Olivia exclaimed, "Did I do this to you?"

"I can't help it," I sheepishly replied, "You are a very attractive woman."

"Don't be sorry, Hun." She soothed. "It's my fault this happened to you in the first place. Besides, that is a beautiful cock you have there."

"Uh...thanks." I had no idea what an appropriate response would be.

This was all happening so fast. I never in my life thought I would find myself in this situation, naked in the shower with Jenny's mom, finding each other sexually irresistible. It seemed innocent at first, but I suppose that can change pretty fast when you're testing that fine line. Even fully clothed, Olivia looked insanely hot soaked under the showerhead. She is a striking woman in her forties, but she also shares a lot of resemblance to her beautiful daughter. A slightly curvier, fuller version of Jenny, Olivia stood a few inches shorter than me, and her breasts, which I could now see in their full glory, seemed to be about the same size, a C cup I would guess.

"I can make you feel better Amos," she said, still crouched near my waist. She seemed to be licking her lips as she wrapped her fingers around my hard penis.

"Oh yeah? How can you do that?" I asked, daring to provoke her. Our eyes were locked as I looked down on her. The water from the showerhead seemed to be running off of my cock and into her face, but she didn't flinch.

She smiled again, and without breaking eye contact licked the tip of my dick. I shuddered as I watched her engulf the rest of it in her mouth, sucking slowly.

"Oh God, that does feel good..." a hoarse whisper escaped from my mouth, "Really fucking good."

Olivia kept sucking my cock as she gripped my hips, only breaking to run her tongue down to its base and along my testicles.

"This is some kind of first aid," I gasped, leaning back on the shower wall and gripping the glass door for support.

That made her laugh. "You know, Amos, I forgot how much I missed this."

"Missed what exactly?"

"Being fucked by a man."

"But we haven't really fu-"

Before I could even finish the sentence, she stood and grabbed my stiff member, aligning it with the entrance of her vagina.

"Olivia, this is wrong..."

She cut me off by kissing me hard, her tongue invading my mouth. While my words objected, my body offered no resistance as I felt my penis slide across her labia.

"Yess... Amos, it certainly is..." she hissed in my ear.

"But..." I began pleading, "you don't understand, I think I'm in love with your daughter."

"Awww.. that's so cute," she said, with no hesitation as she lifted her left leg and pushed my cock into her pussy.

We both moaned as I entered her completely. I held her leg, leaving her open to me as I slowly eased in and out of her. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, and the water continued to splash across our bodies. I passionately kissed down her neck as we melted together.

"Sometimes," Olivia said between kisses, "your mother fucks me with a strap on in the shower. Just like this."

"What?" I said, pulling my mouth from her, my body tensing with the surprise information.

"I know," she spoke between nibbling my ear, "that you caught us yesterday," she explained. "You left the garage door open and your keys right there on the ground."

"Oh no, does my mom - " I started to ask in a panicked tone.

"No," she casually said, still grinding on me with her leg in the air. "Your mom has no clue that you were there. You're lucky I found the keys first."

"Thank G-"I started, before being interrupted again.

"Yes!" she cried out, thrusting her crotch harder into me. "Right there! Harder Amos."

This was maddening and messed up, hearing Olivia tell me about sex with my mom while I was having sex with her. I have to confess, it turned me on even more.

More aggressively now, I kissed from her neck to her mouth, biting at her lower lip as our fucking picked up pace.

The encounter had turned erotic and primal, and there was no turning back. Our wet bodies were entangled, hands gripping each other, vision losing sight through the steam filled shower.

"I'm going to cum," I announced, drilling Olivia's pussy and gripping her ass.

"Wait, not yet...I want to taste it!" she declared, sliding off me and kneeling. She pleasured herself with her right hand and stuffed my cock back in her mouth with other, sucking vigorously to finish me off.

I let out a grunt as the current surged through me, exploding in the release that splashed across her tongue, shooting to the back of her throat. My orgasm seemed to send her over the edge, her hand rubbing wildly on her clit. With my penis still filling her mouth, her moans were muffled. Our spasms slowed and we collapsed into each other, breathing heavy.

After washing every crevice of each other again to rinse the sex off, Olivia shut the faucet off and handed me a towel. I dried myself off but continued to watch Jenny's nude mother standing there.

"So... is this a secret then?" I asked, trying to figure out what to make of what just happened.

"Yes, our secret, Amos. I won't let on about your feelings to Jennifer, and you have to keep my other secret."

"This is suddenly a lot of secrets."

"And don't worry, Hun. Just because you fucked me, doesn't mean you can't fuck my daughter too."

"I don't think she even..." I trailed off. "We've never been..."

"Oh kid, she wants you, trust me." She winked. "A mother knows."

The next sound caught us both by surprise. We both heard the front door close and looked at each other in horror. Jenny was home.

"Quick, put these on," Olivia whispered, throwing a pair of grey sweatpants at me, followed by a large t-shirt and a pair of pink bunny slippers. "It's the only thing I have that might fit you."

I barely had the shirt around my neck before she was pushing me through the bedroom window. I fell clumsily out onto a bush three feet below the window and rolled into the grass.

"Sorry Amos!" Jenny's mother called out, her topless figure hanging out the window, tossing the slippers towards me. "I'll wash your clothes. Remember, our secrets."

The window slammed shut and I turned to walk down the street in my ridiculous outfit. I looked down at myself to read "Mothers' Day 5k Run" on the front of the oversized green t-shirt, which made me laugh. The grey sweatpants were too short and too tight, causing me to walk like Robocop, and the pink fuzzy slippers... well they didn't help either. Hobbling like a chicken, I quickened my pace to get out of the cold, praying that none of the neighbors saw me.

"Some holiday break this is turning out to be."

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Coming soon - Chapter 3: The Elephant in the Hot Tub