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The Mother Load Ch. 01

By: RomanceTongue



On a Tuesday before Thanksgiving, when I was a freshman in college, I was driving home to Santa Rosa, California from my school in Portland. It was my first trip home since college started. I had only one class scheduled for Wednesday, but I was anxious to see my mother and friends at home, so I cut that class and headed out on Tuesday afternoon.

During the drive, my mind wandered from topic to topic - classes, reading, games, friends, girls, and more. I spent some time reflecting on the fact that I had not yet lost my virginity, as I had hoped to do early in my college career. And I thought (as I often did) about who I might lose it too, bringing to mind the girls I knew at college, a few I didn't really know, but who were in my classes, and even the female professor who taught my English class. She was, of course, quite a bit older than the girls, even middle-aged I guess, but something about her made me find her more desirable than any of the girls. Breasts always caught my eye, and she had a lovely, well-developed, firm-looking pair on a nice compact body. She usually wore a skirt to class, and I was also quite taken by her shapely legs. Maybe her being older made her seem sexier to me, as well.

Well I thought, all this was something to pursue when I got back to college, though I didn't have any good ideas how to do that, never having initiated a relationship with a girl. As to how to start something with the teacher, I had no clue. I had done the adolescent obligatory reading on how to pleasure a woman, but I hadn't figured out how to get a subject to practice on.

So my thoughts moved on to other subjects, and after some hours of driving and musing, I turned into my home street. It was evening by then. I noticed that the living room lights were on as I pulled up in front of the house. Also at the curb was another car - a gray Honda Accord, which belonged to my mother's friend Lorraine.

Lorraine was my mother's closest friend. They loved to be together, and they spent a lot of time with each other. It was one of those relationships where the friends told each other everything and had no secrets.

They also happened to be physically alike - standing just over five feet tall, with shoulder length brown hair, pretty legs, attractive bodies, not fat but with just a few extra pounds, and large, but not huge breasts, which looked firm and seemed even more prominent due to Lorraine's and my mother's short stature. To my eyes, both of them had a sexy look, though they did not often dress to put that aspect of themselves on display. Maybe I did have a thing for older women.

They were both well-educated, single women in their late forties. They worked at the same hospital. Lorraine was a registered nurse, while my mother worked in billing.

Personally, Lorraine was more of a free spirit than my mother. At least, I thought so at the time. She liked naughty jokes, and she would make comments about men that she thought were sexy, including speculations about a certain body part that she had gleaned from her habit of package watching. When I reached puberty, she started to tease me a bit. She would hug me a bit longer than was customary, pressing her breasts into me, or she would come up to me from behind and press into my back, or come hug me when I was sitting down so that her breasts rubbed against my face. Sometimes, when we were sitting together, she would sit so close to me that or legs were pressed together or she would put her hand on my thigh and squeeze it while she talked to me, as though nothing unusual was happening. Of course, she always succeeded in getting me hard, as I am sure she intended. And, although she was careful, I did notice her from time to time checking out her effect on me. 

I enjoyed her attentions, but never expected anything to come from them. She did, however, became a major fantasy subject for me as puberty progressed. Another fantasy subject was my mother who resembled her and who I wished would tease me like Lorraine did. Both these women had more appeal to me than any of the girls in my school.

I was glad to see that Lorraine was visiting when I arrived home, so that I would see her too. I was not expected until the next day, so planning to surprise them both, I walked softly to the front door, used my key to quietly unlock it, and silently entered. I tip-toed through the entry hall and peeked around the corner into the living room, but no one was there. Carefully, I checked the other rooms downstairs without success and came to the landing of the stairs. There I could hear voices coming from upstairs, but couldn't make out what was being said.

I crept up the stairs and then down the hall to the door to my mother's bedroom, since the sounds were coming from there. Quickly I stepped into the doorway, ready to shout "Surprise," but I was stopped short by the scene before me. My mother was lying on a sheet on her large bed, with her arms and legs held by ropes reaching to the four corners and attached to soft cuffs on her wrists and ankles. She was blindfolded, and she was naked except for a pair of what looked like sensible polyester, rather full-cut panties and a bra that had holes of about three inches in diameter strategically cut out over the nipples and areolas. The bra seemed to be a bit small for her breasts, causing the nipples and surrounding areas to bulge out. The nipples were long and firm, and of a rather dark reddish color.

Lorraine was standing next to the bed, wearing only a pair of medium cut panties, also of polyester. I could see her entire lovely breasts, and her nipples were in the same state as my mother's. She was holding an implement in her hand that looked like a feather duster.

It took only a second for me to take all this in. It was a quite a shock, and I was about to say something (perhaps, "Holy shit??"), but Lorraine quickly put her finger to her lips to silence me. She then said to my mother, "I'll be right back." She came over to take me by the hand down the hall to another room, where she closed the door.

"You look a bit stunned and that is totally understandable," she said, "But we are just having some harmless fun. Neither of us has a steady guy right now, so we make up for that this way, and to tell the truth, I like this almost as much. Women have needs just like men do."

She came over and hugged me in her way, pressing her naked breasts on me. Then, she reached down a put her hand on my crotch, discovering that I was hard as the proverbial rock. The sight of my mother and her had started it, and the hug finished the job.

"It feels to me that you might be ready for a bit of harmless fun too," she said, stroking me. I was still too stunned to speak. I assumed she meant fooling around with just her when she referred to "harmless fun", but then she said, "Come on back to your mother's room and we can all have some fun together."

I found my voice at last: "Oh god! She's my mother. She would never let me do anything."

"Well the blindfold she has on will block everything out, and as long as you don't say anything she will never know it's you. She thinks you are still at college. And you know, it might not really be so bad if she did find out." Whoa! What did that mean? Lorraine and my mother shared everything. Did she know something naughty about my mother's feelings for me? 

Thinking that I could always back out, I let her lead me back to my mother's bedroom. When we got there, she said to my mother:

"I have a surprise for you. I asked another person - a male - to join us tonight. He is here now. I hope you are up for that. I know you liked it the other time."

"Oooh - who is it? That new intern we were talking about yesterday?"

"I'm not saying. All I will say is that he is young, and seems to be very fit and firm."

"Oooh, I like the sound of that!"

"First we need the young man to get completely naked." 

I took off my shoes and socks. Then, I lifted my jersey over my head and off, while Lorraine undid my belt and helped me push my pants and boxers down my legs and off. My cock was standing straight out, maybe even pointing a little up - at 18 this was quite possible - as hard as it had ever been. Lorraine took it in her hand, rubbing it gently up and down, before announcing to my mother:

"He has a beautiful, long and stiff piece of equipment there. I'm sure you will enjoy playing with it later."

Lorraine moved over to the bed on my mother's right and began to gently stroke her shoulder and neck. She motioned to me to do the same on the other side, and I followed her direction. I cupped my hand on my mother's neck and stroked her neck, repeating this several times. Following Lorraine's lead, I then used my hand to hold her hair up and kissed up and down her exposed neck from the hairline to her shoulder, licking and sucking gently on the softest parts. She made little sounds of pleasure as we both did this.

I was completely in the game now, intoxicated by kissing my mother's soft neck, and hearing her sensual response. If possible, I got even harder thinking of what we could do to the rest of her body.

Lorraine kissed down over her chest to her breast, and I followed on the other side. Lorraine said, "We were playing for a while before you arrived, so her nipples are already quite sensitive." I could see even more clearly now how they were flushed and distended. Lorraine cupped her breast on her side where it was held at the bottom by the bra, and she started licking around the nipple. Next, she licked right on the sides and top the nipple and took it in her mouth. I could see from her cheeks that she was sucking pretty hard. She had bright red lipstick on, and I thought that the sight of her pouty red lips sucking on my mother's nipple was one of the sexiest things I had ever seen.

I did the same on my side, relishing the feel of the bumpy areola on my tongue as I licked it and sucking the long, firm nipple into my mouth. I kept sucking it for a while, and used the tip of my tongue to flick it.

Finishing with the breasts, we kissed over her stomach, and then moved down to her feet, rubbing them, kissing her soles and toes, licking between the toes. We started up each leg, stroking the calf and kissing, then up over the knee, stroking the thigh from bottom to top and kissing up and down the length of it.

A wet spot had appeared on the crotch of my mother's panties and I could smell her arousal. She was also moaning and struggling a bit in her bonds, obviously very turned on by what we were doing. It had been about half a hour since I had joined in. 

We both stroked for a while at the top of her legs, right at the edge of her panties. Then I put my hand on her wet spot, feeling the little valley there, and ran my fingers gently up and down the panty-covered slit.

Soon Lorraine stepped back and said to me - "Time for you to fly solo now." She reached into a case on the floor by the bed, into which the feather duster had disappeared, and took out a pair of sewing shears. She used these to cut my mother's panties from the two leg holes to the waist, so that the front could be pulled down and the garment removed.

My mother had a neat, short brown bush, the color of her hair. It did not look trimmed, but seemed to grow naturally on her mons into a nice dense, compact muff without a lot of stray hairs. Further down, I could see her vulva with inviting red, slightly puffy, wet lips. My mouth was watering at the sight.

I did not need more coaching now. I moved between my mother's spread legs, and began to kiss them. Lorraine untied the restraints on her legs and my mother lifted her knees up, giving me better access to the inner thighs. I kissed up and down the inner thighs slowly a number of times. When I got to the top, I would put my mouth on the sensitive place where the leg joined the body just inches from her pussy and smooch on it with loud smacking noises. From the noises she was making, it obvious that my mother was very aroused and loving what this did to her.

Finally, deciding that it was time, I made my last trip up the legs. I used my fingers to open her up and stroke gently over the labia. I blew a little gust of warm air onto her clit and below, followed by my tongue slowly licking all around her saturated pussy. 

By this time, my mother was moaning and saying, "Please..please." I started licking up and down the inner lips, stopping at the bottom a few times to tongue the sensitive area between the vagina and the anus.

My face was now soaked with the juices flowing from her and I had acquired her aroma. Finally, I moved my mouth up to the top of her vulva, and tentatively probed at her clit with my tongue. Immediately, she responded with an "Aaah" and grasped my head with her legs. She had been waiting, not so patiently, for this. I circled the clit with my tongue a few times, then started gently licking on it. She squeezed my head harder with her legs. Her clit was engorged, and I could suck it into my mouth and play with it with my tongue. The smell and the taste were overpowering, the strongest aphrodisiac I could imagine. 

She was struggling against the remaining restraints, trying to get her arms down to hold my head. Everything I did got a response from her, and I could tell from her responses, verbal or physical, what she liked the most. It all seemed to be good - teasing with the tip of the tongue, lapping, sucking the clit into my mouth. The best seemed to be keeping my tongue flat and using it to lick the clit from the base to the tip. As I kept this up, her sounds and physical thrashing got wilder. Then she stiffened and started saying 'O..o..o' in quick succession. Her face was grimacing. I kept up her favorite type of lapping faster now, as the "O..o..o" got louder and more closely spaced. Even I, inexperienced as I was, knew that she going to cum any second. 

At this moment, Lorraine stepped over to the bed and, to my horror, slipped the blindfold off my mother's head. My mother quickly looked down and saw the top part of my face that was exposed and obviously immediately recognizable. For an instant her face registered extreme surprise, but then her orgasm hit with full force. She closed her eyes and expelled a huge breath with a loud guttural sound and squeezed my head tightly with her legs. I kept licking her. Her climax seemed to go on and on, as she kept shaking and moaning. Finally, it died down and she laid quietly back on the bed. Lorraine untied the restraints holding her arms. 

I wasn't ready yet to come up for air and face the music. (But, I could still mix metaphors.) So, I kept my head down between her legs. It was warm and wet and smelled wonderful. After a few moments, hoping to postpone the confrontation, I started to clean up the juices around her vulva with my tongue. To my surprise since I thought she must be spent, she responded with a sound of pleasure. So I moved to her clit again, first sucking it then licking it avidly. She put her newly freed hands behind my head and held me to her. Again I could sense her climbing the wall toward climax, and I kept licking her until she reached a second orgasm, shouting and thrashing and holding me tightly to her.

I paused for some moments. I wondered if she might be good for one more. This time I started by licking that area beneath the vagina, and she let me know how much she liked that. I could tell she was still quite aroused, so I continued my oral ministrations to her clit and slipped a finger into her vagina to see if I could find her G spot where it was supposed to me. Right then, she started saying "Yes..yes..oh please." After a couple of minutes of this, I was rewarded when she had another huge orgasm, as dramatic or maybe more dramatic than the first.

When she finished shaking, she lay back, clearly spent this time. I rolled over on my back next to her. Naughty Lorraine came over to me and whispered in my ear, "You know, I am just as multi-orgasmic."

The Mother Load Ch. 02



As I lay on her bed next to my mother, I worried about what was in store for me for joining in with Lorraine in this game of pleasuring her while she was bound and blindfolded. I had taken advantage of her and had hoped to get away with it by keeping my identity a secret. But that was now a forlorn hope. Lorraine had changed the rules of the game on the fly by removing the blindfold just as my mother started to climax for the first time. I had been well outed.

However, I had just given my mother three earth-shaking orgasms with my mouth. I could only hope that she would be pleased enough by that so that she would go easy on me.

My mother was lying quietly on her back next to me. She seemed to be recovering slowly from the rather strenuous workout I had put her through. I wondered too if she was mulling over her feelings about what had occurred and thinking about how it would affect our relationship. 

Lorraine came over and lay next to me on the other side from my mother. My erection had not subsided at all. Much of my face was still covered with my mother's juices, and the strong smell continued to excite me. Lorraine pressed her mostly naked body against me and soon began cupping and gently squeezing my balls. Every so often, she would stroke up and down my hard cock for a moment before returning to the scrotum, which loved the feel of being held in her hand. Every other trip up my cock, she would use her finger nails and spend some time toying with the head.

I was loving this, but finally I decided that I had to find out what my mother was feeling. Not wanting to face her too abruptly, I moved over between her still spread legs and started to creep up over her body, pausing to probe her navel with the tip of my tongue, and on to her breasts where I took some time licking and sucking on each firm nipple in turn. When I did this she made a soft noise, almost a purr, and put her hands on the back of my head. This was promising. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, after all. And, I remembered the little hint that Lorraine had given me earlier and wondered if my mother had actually revealed an interest in me to Lorraine.

Finally I moved up so that my face was over my mother's. Because of the difference in our heights, my erect cock just came up to about her pussy. I wanted to tease her there and more, but I was worried about pushing things too far. It seemed safer to let her take the lead if anything further were to occur. So, I just rested the end of my cock up on top of her mons.

She had opened her eyes now and was looking up at my face from below. To my relief, she was smiling. She pulled my head down and kissed me softly on the lips. Soon she started to probe with her tongue, and I let her in to my mouth, allowing our tongues to stroke each other, making my head swim. After a few minutes of this, she stopped kissing and began to lick me on the lips and around the lips.

"Wow, your face is completely soaked," she said. "I love it. It's like a juicy pussy. And my face is getting soaked too."

She reached down and took my cock in her hand, giving me a little shock of pleasure from this first grasp by her and started sliding the tip up and down her slick furrow. Her mouth was right next to my ear, and she began to whisper, but loud enough for Lorraine to hear. "So, you have made it to mother sucker, and with high honors I have to say. I suppose you will now want to graduate to mother fucker."

She continued stroking between her slippery labia with my cock, but now started to pause when it reached her entrance, allowing it to penetrate an inch or two before moving on. She was so open and wet, I could slide in easily. I was throbbing now and spurting little jets of precum into her when she paused to let me in. It took all my will power to stop myself from just plunging my stiff, needy rod all the way up into her warm, inviting snatch.

"The truth is Mommy would love you to be a mother fucker," she whispered. "It has been ages since Mommy has had a meaty cock like this one throbbing way up inside her. And I know that I would be your first. You can't imagine how exciting that idea is for me. But that would be crossing another line."

With this she started squeezing my cock harder, causing it to jump. My head was mostly in a daze from the sensations, though I remember thinking, "Mommy? Where did that word come from? I haven't called her that for at least ten years."

"If we crossed that line, I know that you would want to do it all the time. Once you had thrust that big hard thing way up into Mommy's warm, wet pussy, there would be no stopping you. Every time you came home from college, you would have to give Mommy a good fucking as soon as you got in the door. And Mommy would need it too. We would be at it like rabbits. It might just be better not to cross that line."

Now she was pausing longer at the entrance and letting my cock come further into her. And at the top of the stroke when I was outside, she was taking more time teasing her clit with the tip. Her whispering became a little hoarser, and more sporadic, almost a kind of panting.

"Just having you here at my entrance has me on a hair trigger again...you already gave Mommy three huge Os...feeling you pump a big sticky load up in me would definitely set me off again...knowing you were having that experience for the first time with Mommy...what a thrill that would be for both of us!"

I was losing my resolve to not force the issue. The little head and the big head had been struggling for a while, and now the little head had pulled way ahead.

Finally, one time when I was partly in, she released my shaft, put both hands on my butt, and started to pull me into her. I gave in, just a little at a time, loving the feel of slowly sliding into her snug, but well-lubricated, velvet tunnel. Shortly, I was lodged up to the root in my mother's vagina, which seemed to be gripping my cock from all sides. And, I was very aware too of all the places on my body where her skin was touching mine, of her head next to mine, of her breasts against me, of her pelvis pressing on mine, and of her legs wrapped over mine and holding me in their grip. I felt a wave of total bliss come over me, partly from the enormous physical pleasure, but also from a sense of warmth, connectedness, security, and satisfaction. What is the word that captures all of this? Love? I don't know.

I started to pull out most of the way and then slide gently all the way back in, pausing there to rub against her clitoral area. The feeling of her vagina caressing my cock as I moved in and out was more exciting than anything I had felt before. I didn't want it to end, but before long, I could feel an impending climax. I was too stimulated to go very long. She seemed to be getting there with me, breathing in and out more quickly and making little clipped moans.

Soon I was past the point of no return. I speeded up, thrusting into her more quickly and firmly, pausing when fully engaged, then pulling out part way and injecting myself forcefully up to the root again. She responded to this with whimpering, "O...o...o." Her eyes were closed and there was a look of pure pleasure on her face. 

Unable to hold back any longer, I buried myself in her. I felt a kind of contraction and then a kind of electric jolt as I pumped explosively the first, voluminous jet of creamy spunk deep inside her. Just as that began, she cried out - "I love you!" - followed by a huge, guttural and unintelligible shout, louder than any produced by her prior orgasms. She continued moaning and shaking from this massive climax as I kept pumping her full with volley after volley of my warm sperm. After about four volleys, I was done though my cock was still throbbing. She continued for a while longer, but then finished and became quiet.

I stayed in her longer, but finally withdrew. My cock was followed by a trail of white goo oozing from her vagina, some of which ran down her leg and onto the sheets. We lay on our backs in silence for a least a minute, totally satisfied and spent. My mother then lifted her head slightly and said softly, "Ok, so rabbits it will be."

I looked over to Lorraine and saw that her face was flushed and her nipples were standing out long, firm, and proud. To change the mood, she started clapping and called out: "Bravo. Che bello." She had been taking beginning Italian lessons in preparation for a trip to Italy that she and my mother had planned.

Then Lorraine came over and crawled between my mother's legs To my amazement, she stuck out her tongue and inserted it into my mother's dripping pussy, withdrawing it after a few moments with her tongue furled and holding a sizable glob of gelatinous spunk. She retracted this into her mouth, but some seeped out from her lips and dribbled down her chin. There was more of the sticky stuff plastered on her lips and around her lips from when she pressed her face against my mother's pussy. She swished the stuff still in her mouth for a moment and seemed to savor it before swallowing it down in a single gulp.

I figured this was largely for my benefit, so I smiled at her to show my appreciation. She winked at me and said, "You know your mother and I share everything. I know she doesn't mind me taking some from the mother load. But I'm sure it is even better direct from the source."

The long hours of driving and all that followed had taken a toll on me, and I felt a sudden wave of weariness come over me. I hadn't eaten anything for quite a while, so I got up, slipped on my boxers, and went down stairs to the kitchen. I found a three slices of left-over pizza in the refrigerator, so I heated them briefly in the microwave and chewed them down. They tasted dry and stale, but at least they satisfied my craving for food partially. I was still a little hungry, but I was too tired to do anything about it.

I went back upstairs to my room where I got into bed and pulled the covers over me. I was anxious to be alone for a while to reflect on the momentous events of the last hour or two. I was relieved that the burden of virginity had been lifted, and I wasn't feeling any guilt about how that had happened. But, I was feeling some uncertainty and concern. How would my relationship with my mother change? What would our life at home now be like? We had gained a new way to relate to each other, but I couldn't help worrying that something might have been lost, as well. I didn't have a lot of time to think about all this. Before long, my consciousness slipped away and I drifted into a deep sleep.



The Mother Load Ch. 03



I slept soundly through the night, but woke at an early hour while it was still dark. I lay awake for at least a half hour in the dark with the events of the previous day running through my mind. Although my mother and I had engaged in behavior that was socially taboo and supposedly destructive, I was feeling a greater sense of closeness and affection toward her than I had felt before. What had occurred was tremendously exciting, but it was not raw sex for the sake of sex. For me, there was a lot more to it than that.

I needed more sleep and after turning on my side and lying quietly for a short while, I was able to start dozing again. My fatigue from the previous day was draining out of me.

Sometime later I awoke again, not sure of the time. Now I was on my back. I had gone to bed wearing only my boxers, and my cock was standing up straight through the fly, greeting the new day with its customary salute. Despite the events of yesterday, it was feeling perky and ready for new adventures.

Instinctively, I reached for my erection with my right hand, but was surprised to find that my arm was would not obey me. Looking over, I saw on my wrist the same kind of cuff that had been on my mother's wrists. It was held by a rope leading to a corner of the bed. Soon I discovered that my other arm and both legs were also bound securely to corners of the bed.

Lorraine was at the foot of the bed. She was wearing a short robe which she had left untied at the waist. I could see that she had a nice short-haired bush like my mother's, though it seemed a bit darker shade of brown. One of her large, firm breasts was fully visible in the gap in her robe, and the side of the other one could be seen, as well. She was gazing at my erect cock. 

After a moment, she spoke: "Auntie Lorraine knows that a young man like you needs a good milking when the sun comes up, just like the cows." She started pulling on my cock like a milk maid on a cow's teat. "And", she added, "This is the way to get the freshest milk too."

Holy crap! First my mother started calling herself "Mommy" and now it was "Auntie Lorraine". My mother did have one older sister, but she was definitely not Lorraine. I began to wonder if Lorraine and my mother had a little fantasy game they played with each other, one in which I had an imaginary starring role as both loving son and attentive nephew.

I figured that Lorraine had slept with my mom in her bed, as we had no spare bedroom, and thought about what might have occurred there during the night. But, I was soon brought back to the present. Lorraine had changed her grip on my cock and shifted to a slower pace.

I had seen videos featuring a sexy, dark haired and full breasted woman named Klixen on porn sites I had visited. I think she was German. In these videos, she would very slowly masturbate and occasionally fellate a large cock of a man whose face was always off screen. Sometimes she would just hold the cock lightly near the base for long moments, or move her hand slowly up the shaft, or gently stroke the head with her fingers. She would often use her tongue to stimulate the very sensitive glans just below the head. The shaft and the especially the head of the cock would get a progressively deeper purple as she worked the cock, never in any hurry. After many minutes, the lucky guy would ejaculate gobs of spunk like lava ejected from an over-heated volcano. I always wished that I could be him.

Lorraine was giving me the full Klixen, using her hand skillfully to pleasure my cock while denying me release. It was a slow tease encompassing every inch of my cock. I was in heaven. More blood kept rushing into my cock, making it harder and harder, and as purple as any cock that I had seen Klixen manipulate. I kept approaching climax, but Lorraine would back off when I got too close. If my hands had not been restrained, I would have grabbed my cock and jerked myself to a less than fully enjoyable orgasm, I was so worked up, but that was not an option. 

After about ten minutes of this tease and denial, Lorraine slipped a leather cock ring over me and made sure it was snug at the base of the cock. (No doubt this ring came from the same bag of tricks that held her sewing shears and her feather duster, along with God knows what else.) The ring would prevent blood from flowing back out of my engorged cock, keeping me quite hard even without more attention. At this point, Lorraine left the room closing the door behind her, and leaving me lying there spread-eagled with my tumescent member twitching in the wind.

She was gone for several minutes, though it seemed much longer in my current state. Then I heard steps in the hall and my door opened. Lorraine re-entered leading my mother by the hand in the same manner that she had led me to my mother's bedroom the night before.

I had never before seen my mother wearing sexy lingerie, but now she had on a very sheer nightie that ended well above her knees. She had nothing on underneath, and I could easily make out her dark bush just a few inches above the hemline and her breasts and nipples through the translucent material. The garment was a bit tight on top and fitted, so that her full breasts were held snugly with her nipples poking out.

She also had bright red lipstick thickly applied to her lips, which looked a bit slutty and was out of character for her in my experience. She gazed at my still purple and very hard cock and licked her red lips. It looked like she was about to dish out some of the same kind of medicine that she had been on the receiving end of when she was tied up the night before. And I was thinking: ok, that's fair.

Lorraine had brought the sewing shears back with her and used them to strip my boxers from me in the same way that she had removed my mother's panties. My mother got between my legs and started stroking her hair up and down my inner thighs and over my erect cock and balls. This teasing with her hair was even more exciting to me than what Lorraine had done with her hand. I was breathing heavily and squirming as she slowly caressed me with the tickling ends of her hair for several minutes. 

She sat up then and slid her nightie up her body and over her head, revealing her full breasts with the stiff nipples betraying her excitement too. She slowly slid up over me, momentarily pressing my cock between her breasts, before dragging them up over my stomach and chest. She moved them over my face and had me suck on each of the turgid nipples before bringing her face down to mine. Then she kissed me, first softly for a while then more hungrily and wetly. When she stopped, she raised her head and said, "Mommy loves the feel of our naked bodies touching each other. She is going to want a lot more of that from now on." She reached down and rubbed my cock on her pussy, which was sopping wet. 

I felt very reassured by what she said. She had made the comment about rabbits after we had fucked the night before, but that seemed to be in fun. Now it was clear she really wanted our sexual connection to continue for the foreseeable future. 

She began moving back down my body, pausing to kiss and lick my nipples and to kiss my stomach softly. When she was down between my legs again she started kissing over my balls and then licking them and taking them in her mouth. Lorraine released the bonds on my legs and I raised my knees to get more comfortable and to give my mother better access. 

Soon she moved up, placing little kisses on the underside of my shaft and on the glans. My head was swimming. When she put her lips over the tip of my cock and slowly took the engorged, bulbous head into her warm, soft mouth, I nearly lost it. I had never had any oral sex performed on me, let alone this kind of expert pleasuring. Gently she sucked on my cock, moving it from her lips to the back of her mouth repeatedly. She was caressing the head with her tongue, as well, and gripping the shaft with her hand. Every so often, she would take my cock out of her mouth, smile at me, and plant little kisses up and down the cock. My cock was slick with a gooey mix of the fluids that had transferred from her pussy, her saliva, and the precum that had been oozing from my cock

Once when she took my cock from her mouth, she whispered, "Well the goose got his last night, so now it is time for the gander to get some of the tasty sauce." About then, Lorraine released the restraints on my arms allowing me to stroke my mother's hair and to hold her head. She was doing a wonderful job and did not need any guidance from me, and after a while, I just let my hands rest on the back of her head gently. 

Like the previous night when I was in her pussy, I was trying not to come in her mouth too soon. It helped that I had ejaculated a huge load into her within the previous twelve hours. But I was only eighteen years old, and I had been highly sensitized by all the teasing. The feeling of my mother's mouth and tongue roving over the deep purple head of my cock was exquisite, so it was a losing battle. Too soon, I felt the sap rising in the trunk of the sturdy tree. I stopped thinking and just gave myself fully to the overpowering feeling. My mother's eyes were locked with mine, and she started squeezing my balls with her hand while slurping faster with her mouth. This was too much for me, and with a loud shout, I erupted into her waiting, hungry mouth - one, two, three powerful jets of hot cum. 

I watched her thickly painted red lips still circling my cock. She had taken too big a load to gag down, and some was dripping around her mouth and down my shaft. When she lifted her head, her face seemed transfigured and I could see she still had much of the huge load still in her mouth, even though a fair amount was dribbling down on to her chin and from there on to the tops of her breasts.

Lorraine came over to her and licked some of the warm spunk from my mother's breasts. They lay down next to me and started kissing each other deeply, passing the gooey substance back and forth between their mouths, smearing more of it on each other's face.

When they finished kissing, my mother looked over to me and said, "See, Mommy shares nicely. She will always give Auntie Lorraine a good part of the mother load." I took my hand and ran it up my mother's leg to her wet pussy. I stroked her there for a few moments, but she took my hand sway and placed it on Lorraine's furry mound. I ran my fingers through the soft hairs, then down to her vulva. She was even more soaked than my mother was.

I was concerned that Lorraine had been more of a spectator than a participant so far, and I wanted to make sure that she felt fully included in our little circle. I would happily have taken her then, but I needed some time to recover from the huge orgasm and the voluminous ejaculation that my mother's mouth had produced in me. I also wanted to be sure Lorraine's first time with me would be very special. 

I got up, took another pair of boxers from my dresser, slipped them on, and went down to the kitchen to scrounge up some breakfast.



The Mother Load Ch. 04



Note to the reader: this story is posted in the Mature category where I think it belongs. However, it does reprise some graphic mother-son incest from previous chapters that were posted in the Incest Taboo category. If you don't like to read stories with that theme, you might want to skip this one.

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I cooked some bacon and scrambled up some eggs for myself, which I downed with some hot coffee. I was feeling good, and wandered into the living room where I fired up the TV. I found a Saturday Night Live on the DVR that had been recorded the past week. I watched that from beginning to end, skipping the commercials. After that, I scanned the channel guide and found a South Park rerun that was just starting, so I watched that too.

When South Park was over, I got my laptop from my car where I had left it overnight. I checked my email - nothing of interest. To pass the time, I played a few games of FreeCell solitaire. 

I was looking for other things to occupy my mind, but the events of the last couple of hours kept intruding into in my thoughts. I decided not to fight them and soon brought to mind the vision of my mother's red lips sucking on the head of my cock. The image of Lorraine at the foot of the bed with her robe untied. The session of tease and deny. The feeling of my mother's hair tickling my balls. Coming in my mother's mouth and seeing some of the spunk escaping down my cock.

It had been a couple of hours, at least, since my mother had brought me off. I hadn't been home for even twenty-four hours yet, and had had two massive releases, but the images that had invaded my thoughts were causing blood to rush to my cock again. And with a young man's resilience, I soon felt ready to take on all comers, so to speak. 

I wandered back upstairs to see what was happening there. My mother and Lorraine had retired to the big bed in my mother's bedroom. My mother had put her sexy nightie back on, and Lorraine was under the top sheet, wearing nothing that I could see. My mother was sitting up with her feet flat on the bed and her legs bent and slightly apart. Her short nightie did nothing to hide her pretty pussy which was peeking out from between her legs and she did nothing to keep her treasure from my sight. 

When I looked in, I said, "Is anyone up for some tea and toast?" "That would be lovely," my mother replied, so I returned to the kitchen, toasted eight slices of bread and poured some hot water over tea bags in a pot. I assembled cups, plates, sugar, butter, apricot jam, knives, napkins and the teapot and toast on a tray, and brought it all upstairs. In my mother's room, I placed the tray on a table on my mother's side and sat down on a chair. I was still in just my boxers, and my cock was making a noticeable bulge down one leg, since it had never gone completely back down.

My mother spread butter and jam on a couple of pieces of toast and passed them on a plate with a cup of tea to Lorraine. Lorraine sat up to hold these items on her lap, and when the sheet fell off her, I could see that, in fact, she was wearing nothing. She was leaning back on the headboard. I had already had several good long looks at Lorraine's breasts, but again the sight of those bulging, teardrop-shaped teats capped with amazing long and thick, dark red nipples, caused my cock to jump. 

Both of them proceeded to wolf down the toast, followed with large sips of the tea. They looked hungry. When they were done, I helped them return all the dishes to the tray. My mother then said, "I am not done yet," and she reached over to get a pat of butter with one of the knives. She took the pat in her fingers, let it soften a bit, and began to rub it all around and over Lorraine's nipples, making them damp and shiny. Then she took each nipple in her mouth in turn, licking the butter off and sucking for good measure to make sure she got it all. 

Then, she took another pat and administered it to Lorraine's nipples again, but this time when she was finished, she turned to me and said, "Your turn." I followed her lead relishing the buttery flavor and the feel of Lorraine's nipples as I licked them avidly with my slightly rough tongue. They were quite hard now, and I gave each one a thorough sucking. She arched her back as I sucked, letting me know how she liked what I was doing. 

When I was finished, my mother took another pat, but this time she pulled the sheet entirely off Lorraine and dabbed the butter at the top of her pussy, coating the clit with it. She then got between Lorraine's legs and made a show of licking and sucking the clit clean. Lorraine slid down the bed so that she was lying on her back and opened her legs wide. As my mother sucked on her, Lorraine closed her eyes and made little noises. I knew what was coming, so after my mother applied the next pat of butter to Lorraine's clit, I moved between her legs.

This was the first time I had a close-up, detailed view of Lorraine's pussy, and I immediately saw that she that she had a very prominent, fat clit. The labia were splayed and the hood over the clit had retracted part way. There was a kind of little penis, almost an inch long and perhaps half as wide, glistening with the butter and her own juices, obviously engorged, and seeming to shiver as it stood out there by itself - a beautiful sight that I think I will never forget. 

I sucked this swollen, fat clit into my mouth, enjoying the mix of flavors, causing Loraine to moan louder. It excited me to think that my mother had been sucking on this little cock right before me. I used my tongue to play with it, loving how the firm little protuberance felt as I licked it from bottom to top and then applied suction to draw it into my mouth. 

Lorraine was holding my head tightly now and almost humping my face. Soon she was shaking and calling out as an orgasm took her in its grip. This faded, but very soon she came again as I used my whole mouth, lips, and tongue to service her. After that, I took a short break intending to resume my oral pleasuring of her obviously highly sensitized bud, but at this point my mother said, "You can see she is a very sexual woman and highly orgasmic. She can come a lot more, but now she needs cock. It has been too long." 

I moved up over Lorraine. When I placed the head of my cock at her entrance, she said, "Oh god yes, I have been waiting for this." I slowly inserted myself fully into her unresisting pussy. When I was fully in, I realized that Lorraine had a talent I had read about, but never knew was for real. It felt like her pussy was gripping and milking me lightly. It was far more exciting than having my cock held and jerked by a hand. 

My mother was definitely right - this was an enormously sexual, real woman, with a mature, curvy body and skills of a high order. She obviously knew ways to bring a man to a high peak of arousal. And, she would take her satisfaction at the same time. Not many young girls could match all that.

Lorraine spoke into my ear, "Now you are where I have dreamed you would be for a long, long time. And, I know you are happy to be there too." I was able to hold out for quite a time, given all that had occurred earlier with my mother, even after Lorraine started to come again. 

I loved the feeling of the inside of her pussy sliding on my sensitive tool. Her large, engorged clit was pressed against the base of my cock and it was being massaged as I slid in and out of her sopping vagina, which seemed to be getting wetter and wetter as we fucked. At the same time, my swollen member was filling her up. She was coming repeatedly and moaning almost constantly now. 

I was still quite a young, inexperienced man - a teenage boy in fact - and it was a huge thrill to have this very sensual, voluptuous, willing middle-aged woman, who I assumed been well fucked many times before by a number of men, rocking with these powerful orgasms and whimpering and shaking under me. 

I started to worry that this drawn out session of vigorous fucking might start to become too intense, but when I looked over to my mother, she kept urging me on wordlessly. Lorraine got louder and louder with every climax. I had long lost count. She was flowing freely. Things were getting sloppy, and we were making squelching noises each time I pushed forward and lodged myself way up inside her.

I lost track of time, so I don't know just how long this went on, but it was quite a while, and Lorraine was showing no signs of tiring. Finally, I too reached a climactic high and pumped a huge load of warm, viscous semen into her gripping vagina. Lorraine's vocalizations rose in pitch as I unloaded deep into her, shouting almost deliriously, nearly screaming, coming harder than she had before, strongly spasming and squeezing my cock, holding me tightly to her and digging her nails into my back. 

She continued to hold on to me after we finished. She was breathing heavily and almost sobbing a little and shivering. I was still in her and had only softened a little. She obviously appreciated my staying power, because after she had recovered a little, she said one of those things that does so much to buttress the confidence of a beginner, "Oh shit! What a ride! I don't think anyone has ever given me such a long and thorough fucking. I love how you fill me, and I love it that you can keep up with me. Not everyone can." 

We were both silent for a while. Finally she said, "I've been fucked by some pretty studly guys, but never like that. I don't know how many times I came, but I'm pretty sure it broke my record. That last climax was mind-blowing. You had me climbing the walls." My ego, already elevated, soared into the stratosphere, maybe even further into the fringe of outer space.

In a while, she let me go, and I pulled out slowly. When I was out I saw that the sheet below her was saturated with the juices that had flowed from her and some little puddles of my sperm that had dribbled out of her pussy and on to the sheet, as well. 

After I pulled out, I lay on the bed between my mother and Lorraine, and we all dozed with their warm, soft, shapely bodies cradling mine. I had some pleasant dreams as I napped there. In a couple of hours I woke up. It was late afternoon. My mother was lying next to me, but Lorraine was gone. I recalled that she was traveling that evening to her daughter's so that she would be there early for Thanksgiving, the next day. We would also be going the next morning to have Thanksgiving with my mother's sister and her family.

I still hadn't been home for a full twenty-four hours, but it seemed much longer. My life had been changed in this short period in so many ways. In my head, I kept saying to myself, "Life is good."



The Mother Load Ch. 05



On Thursday, Thanksgiving morning at about eleven o'clock, my mother and I got into her red Toyota Prius to travel to her older sister's house where we would have the Thanksgiving meal. It was almost a two hour drive to her town on the peninsula south of San Francisco.

Aunt Sophia (known to all as Sophie) was a few years older than my mother, in her early fifties. She and her husband were very well off. She had no job and didn't need one, so she kept busy with exercise, lunching with friends, shopping, and a variety of other matronly, suburban activities.

Sophie was a few inches taller than my mother and also more slender and fit. Her figure was closer to the traditional hour glass that men were said to prefer. Her hair was a lighter shade of brown and she had her stylist put blonde highlights in it. She had nicely proportioned, firm legs which she kept that way by working out at her fitness center three days a week. What drew my attention most, however, was her breasts which were larger than my mother's. If I had to guess, I would say a D cup compared to the full C on my mother. She was one of those attractive women who tended to stand up straight and hold her shoulders back, not shy at all about displaying to all her sizable rack. She also usually dressed to show off her assets, wearing snug tops, often with plunging necklines, and shorts or skirts that ended high on the thigh. 

I think I was thirteen when I first became obsessed with Aunt Sophie's breasts. They were what I would look forward to most when we were going to visit. And when she had the high beams on, wearing a top that left much of the upper parts of her breasts and the enchanting valley between them exposed, I would be mesmerized like the deer we have all heard about in the headlights. At times like that, she would often catch me staring, but her only reaction would be to smile in a somewhat self-satisfied way and perhaps to stretch in a way that showcased her rack even more. I loved it particularly when she would reach up to scratch the back of her head, thrusting her succulent mammaries and often erect nipples further out, while continuing to smile at me. 

Her husband, Ivan, was a software engineer who was one of the original employees of a networking company that went public in the Internet boom of the late nineties. He had enough stock in the company to become quite wealthy, beyond any need to work, though he did keep on working. His work was his main interest and he seemed to have little use or talent for socializing and small talk or most anything else outside of his work. After the IPO, Ivan and Sophie bought a large house in Woodside, one of the most affluent communities in that very up-scale region below San Francisco. They had expensive, German and Japanese luxury cars which they replaced every few years. 

They had two daughters, both in their mid-twenties, too old to have an interest in me, or so they seemed to have decided. The older one was named Marissa and the younger Brigette. Marissa had graduated from Stanford, close to home, while Brigette had ventured as far as Pomona in southern California. They had been good students, and both were very accomplished in other ways, playing musical instruments and singing in choruses and a capella groups, acting in dramatic productions, and volunteering at local non-profit organizations. They were conventionally pretty and never seemed to lack for boyfriends, all of whom had gone to highly reputable colleges and held good jobs in the Silicon Valley ecosystem.

Aunt Sophie greeted us when we arrived around one o'clock. She was wearing a flimsy-seeming off-white, diaphanous blouse revealing a hint of lacy bra underneath which was pushing up her already prominent breasts. Maybe she was already compensating for a little mid-life sag. Below, she had on a short, flared skirt rather than her more usual shorts, no doubt in deference to the holiday. She had sandals on her feet, with well manicured, painted toenails emerging from the front. 

The Thanksgiving meal was planned for a decent hour, not too late in the afternoon. Soon after we arrived, my mother and Sophie repaired to the kitchen to deal with the final preparations. They liked to get tipsy drinking sparkling rosé wine when they got together, and they had a bottle of that in the kitchen with them.

Uncle Ivan had taken his pre-lunch, very dry, large Beefeater martini into another room where he was focused on his computer. I was sitting on a couch in the living room drinking an imported beer that I found in the fridge and skimming a copy of Science magazine that had been lying on the sleek, modern coffee table. 

My two cousins were sitting together across the large room on a love seat talking to each other and drinking what looked like cans of diet soda. I could not hear what they were saying. I am sure they thought of themselves as attractive, svelte, educated, marriageable young women that any young, up-scale male would be anxious to court. They had no idea of how much their lack of interest in me was reciprocated.

When Sophie and my mother emerged from the kitchen about forty-five minutes after they had gone in, it was obvious that they had had a few glasses of the wine each. Their faces were slightly flushed, and they were giggling a little together. I noticed that Sophie gave me a little bit of an appraising look and a wry smile. I remembered then that my mother was never very discreet when even slightly inebriated, and she and her sister kept few secrets from each other anyway.

The turkey was set on the table and the other dishes on a side board where we were to help ourselves. Ivan as "the man of the house" was to carve the bird, and he put on a rather incompetent display butchering uneven slabs of white and dark meat from the breast and legs. Soon we had filled our plates and began to dig in. As we worked our way through the meal, Aunt Sophie glanced at me from time to time during lulls in the conversation with the same sort of semi-quizzical expression on her face that I noticed when she emerged from the kitchen.

When the meal was over, my mother and I joined Sophie in the kitchen to help with the clean-up. Apparently, the husband and daughters were exempted from anything so menial. Aunt Sophie and I bumped into each other a few times as we rinsed dishes and put them in the dishwasher, and once or twice I thought that she might have taken advantage of the close quarters to rub up against me. In the heat of the kitchen she had unbuttoned several of the buttons on the front of her blouse, and I was enjoying the view afforded of her exposed cleavage and a part of the rather skimpy bra that was holding the wonderful twins up high. 

When we left, Aunt Sophie gave me a long, full-body hug, standing on her tip-toes. Her large breasts, held firmly in her bra, pressed into my chest. Further down I could feel her somewhat protuberant, fleshy mound rubbing on my cock which quickly rose to half-staff. This seemed to induce her to press into me harder. Before letting me go, she circled the tip of her tongue inside my ear and then whispered huskily, "I hope that I will get to see you again soon. Auntie Sophie misses her favorite nephew." 

Well, I was actually her only nephew. And there was that word - "Auntie" - again. Pretty soon I would probably get to a point where, like a human analogue of Pavlov's dog, I would spring a boner whenever that word was mentioned. The word - "Mommy" - was already having that effect on me.

As my aunt and I separated, my cock continued to climb up above the horizon, and I slumped over as my mother and I made our way out the door, hoping to prevent anyone from noticing. My mother had probably taken note of the bulge, however. She was grinning as we entered the car. 

On the drive home my mother said to me, "You know, your Aunt Sophie was telling me she never gets to spend enough time with you. I think I will get her to visit us when you are home for Christmas. She is sorry that she never had a son of her own." Well, at least my mother didn't say "Auntie Sophie." 

I had been fantasizing about mature pussy for a long time, and I was very happy about how things had been developing in the last couple of days. I was also wondering, "How many older women am I going to meet who have this hankering for young cock? Will I get to service them all?"

On the drive home, my mother started to ask me about my life at college, and before long the conversation turned to girls. I told her that I had made no progress in that department and had become attracted to someone even more unattainable than the somewhat stand-offish girls at college - my English teacher. She kept asking me questions about the teacher, and as I described her - her age, her stature, her body type, her hair, her style of dress, her manner of speech - I became more and more cognizant of the many ways in which she resembled my mother. By the time I finished answering her questions, my mother was smiling broadly and she remarked, "She sounds like the perfect kind of person to keep you well drained while you are away from home, so that you can concentrate on your studies."

"But," she added, "Even if she likes men, and young men in particular, and even if she were to develop an interest in you, it would be a tricky business. Colleges like yours almost always have strict prohibitions against student-teacher sexual liaisons. These are often honored in the breach (no pun intended), but faculty members caught breaking the rule can be fired. So, if she were to indulge herself with a hot little roll in the hay with you and were discovered, she could lose her job and possibly have a black mark on her record that would hurt her job chances elsewhere."

She continued:

"She would have to feel that bedding you would be an especially delicious treat, and she would have to trust you implicitly. Probably this would only happen if she had formed something of a romantic attachment to you, in addition to a craving for your body to be plastered up against hers with your hard cock throbbing way up in her pussy."

We fell silent for a while. I know my mother was right about all this, but it was a little discouraging. My mother seemed to be pondering some problem for a while, and then said:

"You know, I think I might be able to help you with this project. When we get home, we can talk about it some more. We could also try a little role playing so that, as an older woman, I can help you learn effective methods to use in seducing her. Of course you would just be yourself, but I would be the teacher."