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Where Do We Go From Here? Ch. 01

By: RonCabo



Sherry sat at the desk and stared out of the window of the office of the home she shared with her nineteen year-old son, Rick, and husband, Chuck; although to include her spouse in that group was generous. The navy captain was seldom home, spending more time at sea on his submarine than with her and their child. And if that was not bad enough, the younger man in her life was away at college during the week, and even though he came home most weekends, it still created a very lonely life for her. 

The only saving grace was her two close friends, Sara and Megan, navy wives, too, whose husbands also lived at sea, all on ships in the same battle group as her husband. Likewise, they had sons who attended the same college as Rick. The three sons were all close friends and generally traveled home together. 

On those rare occasions when husbands and sons were all home at the same time, the three families usually got together on Sunday afternoons for barbecues or some other meal-type activity. 

During the week, the three women were together frequently having morning coffee at one or the other's home most days or lunch some days or simply afternoon cocktails occasionally. 

It was something to do. Otherwise, she was bored out of her mind—and did she mention, lonely? What made the loneliness even worse was the empty place in her bed. She was a very sexual woman. She and Chuck had always had an active sex life—when he was home—and the long celibate periods she had to endure were dreadful. As time went on, it became more and more difficult. A few years ago, she had discovered dildos and other similar devices. Sherry thought often about other remedies and often wondered where could she go from here, but so far, she had gone no farther than the use of her instruments. 

As close as she was with Sara and Megan; strangely, the three had never discussed this issue, although Sherry suspected her friends suffered similar maladies. All three women loved their husbands and were faithful, so perhaps neither wanted to be the first to admit that they were becoming "restless" nor have the others think badly of them. 

But Sherry would do as she always did: stew over this for an hour or so, go use a dildo or something, get off, and go on with her mundane life. 

"Hi, mom." 

Sherry turned sharply toward the door. "Hi, honey. What are you doing home?" 

With a twisted expression, he said, "Uh . . . it's Friday." 

"Oh! Wow. Guess I lost track of time." She grinned nervously, unable to push her previous thoughts from her mind. "Sometimes, the days just run together." 

"Are you okay, mom?" 

"Oh, sure. Just gets a little boring around here sometimes." She noticed him rolling his head around and twisting his neck. "I guess I could ask you the same thing." She gestured toward his head. 

"Oh, just a stiff muscle in my shoulder from grinding my teeth." 

"Are you stressed about something? Exams coming up?" 

"No. Those are still a few weeks away." Rick shrugged. 

"Girl trouble?" 

Now it was his turn to be nervous. 

"Talk to me, honey," Sherry said softly, seeing that she had struck a nerve. "Is it a sexual thing?" 

"Mom! That's not the kind of thing a guy talks about with his mother." 

"Oh, don't be ridiculous, Rick. This is the 21st century." She clucked. "Besides, your dad is never around for you to talk to him. Not that he would have a clue how to talk about it with you." Sherry was instantly sorry she'd said that. 

"What are you saying? Is dad not a loving husband?" 

Covering up with a chuckle, she forced her mind to come up with an explanation. "I just meant that he's always focused in his ships. In his line of work, I don't know how much he really understands this kind of human emotion." 

"Does he take care of you, mom?" Rick wanted to know. 

"Of course. We live well, have everything we need." 

Pursing his lips, Rick said, "You know that's not what I mean." 

"Oh, so you want me to talk about sex, but you can't?" 

"I don't have any sex to talk about," he jokingly confessed. 

"A good looking guy like you?" Sherry was actually surprised, but more than that, she noticed what a good looking guy he really was. She always knew he was, but had she been taking him for granted all this time? 

"I guess it takes more than good looks." 

"I thought you dated a lot." 

"I do. But it rarely goes beyond that." 

Sherry nodded her understanding. "So, is it a safe bet you struck out last night? Hence the stiff neck?" 

"Not the kind of thing I'm comfortable admitting." 

"Honey, I'm your mother. You can tell me anything and I won't judge you." 

With a huff, Rick said, "Okay, if you must know, yes, I struck out last night and I'm horny as hell." 

Sherry held out her hand for him to shake. "Well, join the club." 

"You struck out last night?" He very curiously asked. 

Realizing what she'd said, Sherry quickly corrected. "No, no, of course not. What I meant was, to be honest; I'm horny as hell also. Your dad has been gone for four months." 

"I'm sorry, mom. Is there anything I can do?" 

He apparently didn't realize the implication of his offer. All she could think was, if only. "No, honey. Anything I can do for you?" she felt obligated to ask. 

"Not unless you have a fix for my shoulder." Rick grabbed his shoulder and kneaded it with a grimace. 

Sherry considered what her son had said. Suddenly, her sexually deprived mind had a thought as wicked as it was offbeat. Without giving it the thought she should have, she said, "Well, maybe I could give you a massage." 

Rick looked up sharply, certainly not expecting such a solution. They regarded each other for a few moments. Thinking only of the possible benefits to his shoulder, he responded, "Wow. That would be nice." 

"Okay. Why don't you go grab a shower and I'll meet you in your bedroom." 

However, several minutes later, after she heard the shower shut off, she headed for Rick's room, but wasn't prepared to see him exit the bathroom with only a towel secured around his waist. Suddenly, she was aroused in a way she never thought possible. Eager to get started, she quickly located some massage oils that she and Chuck used and excitedly entered Rick's bedroom. He seemed to have no apprehension, so she instructed him to lay face down on his bed. 

Pouring some oil on his back, she went to work. Her first touch to the affected area caused him to grimace. "You okay?" 

"It's just sore." 

"I'll be extra careful." 

"You don't have to." 

With a smile, Sherry proceeded. It was awkward bending over to massage his back so she thought for a minute about the implication of straddling his ass, but decided to do it anyway and continued. 

"That feels good," he commented. 

"Glad you like it." She kneaded his muscles for several minutes, marveling over his physique that seemed to have developed without her noticing. She was also mindful of the fact that she was sitting on his buttocks, and she could feel him tighten them when her fingers dug in to his skin. That clenching rippled along her thighs and into her pussy, and that only seemed to heighten her already aroused state. Perhaps if they changed positions . . . "Turn over," she instructed. 

Rick managed to do that keeping the towel in place. 

To play it safe, Sherry sat further down on his legs, but as she massaged his shoulder muscles and pectoral area, she noticed some movement in his crotch. Try though she did, it was difficult to concentrate on what she was doing with the bulge getting larger. As it was, his hands were resting against her knees because there was nowhere else for him to put them. His eyes were closed so he couldn't see the exhilaration in her face. 

But he did open them and look at her with a smile, and she returned a dreamy smile. She slid back a few inches as though to distance herself from her feelings, but that only made it necessary for her to bend further down to reach his upper body, not to mention that her breasts dragged across his erection. The heat was becoming more than she could bear. Her arousal was at a level it hadn't achieved in months and she felt herself losing control of her actions. The evidence of this was when she bent down and her lips came within inches of his. 

Finally, losing all control, Sherry pressed her lips to her son's. He did not attempt to pull away, but rather kissed back as though it was what he was supposed to do, but there was concern on his face. 

Rick sat up, the movement causing Sherry to slide into his lap. She broke off the kiss to catch her breath and question what she was doing, but with is face inches from the part of her cleavage exposed by her low-cut shirt, she could resist no more. She mashed her lips to his once more and kissed with a passion that she hadn't felt in a long time. 

When she stopped again, he said, "This is wrong, you know." 

Sherry looked him in the eye, thought for a second and asked, "What does your father tell you when he leaves for duty?" 

With a frown, Rick responded, "Goodbye?" 

"How about 'take care of your mother?'" 

"That too." 

"So, take care of me." 

"I'm not sure that's what he means." 

"Does he specify?" she questioned. 

"Well, no," Rick answered honestly. 

"Then I think we're safe. Besides, it feels right and we both need it. But if you want me to stop . . ." 

"A part of me thinks we should, but another part thinks you're too sexy to stop." 

Sherry hadn't expected that from her son. It forced her to kiss him again, pushing him back down. She went with him. She placed his hands on her body and he let them roam. She actually enjoyed it. She also realized she was rubbing her pussy against his hard on. Kissing down his neck and his affected shoulder, she asked, "Does that make it feel better?" 

With a confused, but pleased expression, he answered, "Oh, yeah!" 

Too delirious with pleasure now, Sherry slowly slid down his legs pulling his towel with her and exposing his large cock. The sight of it caused her to suck in her breath. She immediately reached for it and held up to better gauge its size. It never occurred to her that her son would be so well endowed. She gave the head a tentative lick, thankful that she had instructed him to take a shower. There was no stopping her now as she opened her mouth and took him in. Once she had him well lathered, she devoured him hungrily. Grabbing his balls with one hand, she deep-throated him, somewhat surprised she could still do it. 

A throaty groan escaped Rick's lips. 

Sherry's own sigh reflected her desperation. 

Rick threw his head back as his mother now sucked on his balls as though she wanted to swallow them. She jerked his cock with her other hand. She had a huge smile on her face as she shoved his dick down her throat once again. He returned a big grin. With saliva dripping down her chin, she pulled him up so their lips could meet again in a wet, sloppy kiss. 

Stimulated beyond belief, Sherry ripped her shirt and bra off in one swift move exposing her large, round boobs to her son. His grin widened. And with that, she leaned down to blanket his rigid rod between her milky breasts. She jerked him with her tits. 

Hesitantly, Rick pumped his ass to fuck her tits. He had no idea his mother was so passionate. Like her, he was extremely horny, but he never thought that she would be his relief. Despite his concerns about the propriety of this, he didn't want it to end now, so he pushed her away and reached for her pants to remove them. She offered no resistance. 

Once he had her completely undressed, he spread her legs and zoned his tongue in on her glistening pussy. He hadn't had much experience with cunnilingus, but hers looked so inviting he had to have a taste. Who knew when and if he'd get to do this again? He wasn't even certain he was doing it correctly, but the intensity of her moans and her repeated "Yeahs" suggested he was satisfying her. Trying to ignore the fact that she was his mother, he stuck his tongue into her hole as deeply as he could, and that caused her to really start screaming. He sensed that she was coming, but since he hadn't ever made a girl come, he couldn't be certain. However, when her thighs locked his head in a vice-like grip, he knew she was having an orgasm. He felt extremely proud. 

Her legs tightened around him to prevent him from any further contact with her highly sensitive pussy. So, he allowed her a moment to enjoy her climax. 

When she finished, she pulled his head up to hers to kiss him. In the process, she lifted her knees to her chest so he was between her legs. Her pussy was wide open and she reached down and pointed his cock to it. Like a vacuum, it sucked him in. He immediately started pumping, becoming somewhat lightheaded at the incredible pleasure of not only feeling his dick inside a soft, wet pussy, but inside this one. 

Once again a symphony of unintelligible sounds emanated from her lips accompanied by a big smile. If she wasn't enjoying this, she was a damn good actress. 

Sherry pulled her legs back even farther for him to obtain the deepest penetration he could. 

"That's it baby," she encouraged, "just like that!" 

He kept it up as her breathing increased as did the crescendo of her cries, and much to his surprise, he brought her to yet another orgasm. He couldn't believe it. But he continued to pump away until she stopped him. 

"Did you really come twice?" Rick asked the incredulity bubbling out of his mouth. 

Sherry started laughing heartily, a combination of the joy she felt because of the intense pleasure she was having and as a response to his question. "Yes. You are really good!" 

That made his head want to explode with pride. Although he was starting to realize that his mother was oversexed; either that or she had an immense amount of pent up emotion needing to be released. 

And apparently, there was still more to be let go because she reached down and again grabbed his cock and pulled him up so that she could take him in her mouth and suck off her own juices. Rick found that to be incredibly hot and he tried very hard not to drown her in what would undoubtedly be a massive load when he finally erupted. But he still wasn't ready because he wanted to make certain he held out until his mother was completely satiated. 

When Sherry had his dick cleaned and shiny with saliva, she pressed it between her breasts, held them tightly around it and let him fuck her tits. Her huge grin indicated that she was enjoying it also. 

Rick didn't keep this up for long, and when he pulled back, her voraciousness had her turning him over onto his back and climbing aboard. He was still hard and she realized why older women liked to fuck younger guys: stamina. But instead of stuffing his rigid rod back inside, she pressed it against her pussy and lifted her body to rub against it. Seeing what she wanted to do, he held his dick up. It was a nice sensation. But somehow, it slipped inside of her and the position of her leaning backward added a new thrill. And then, when she just pivoted her hips back and forth, his head was spinning. 

"I don't know how much longer I can hold out," Rick panted. 

"Then don't." Sherry rolled back over onto back her and let him finish in the old missionary position. He pumped so hard and fast that she found herself coming again. And this time, that surprised her as well. She'd never come three times in one session with her husband. Was it the taboo of doing it with her son? 

His mother's third orgasm and the thought of it was more than enough for Rick to detonate. "I'm gonna come!!" he grunted between gritted teeth. 

"Come on, baby, give me your cum," Sherry urged. "On my tits!" 

Rick was glad she specified. As much as he would have liked to come inside her, he thought that was probably not a good idea. No sooner did he pull out than he was hosing her breasts, nipples and abdomen with thick, pearly cream. Before he was completely finished, when there were still a few drops left, she grabbed his cock and pulled it to her lips so she could lick what still dribbled out. That unexpected move caused his dick to pulse and spurt out another drop, which she quickly swiped off. 

Following that, Rick collapsed beside her, totally spent. Mother and son laid there in complete silence, neither knowing what to say. Out of nothing more than irony, Rick uttered, "So, where did you learn to massage?" 

Sherry burst out laughing. "Of all the things I might have expected you to say . . ." 

"Sorry. I thought we could use an icebreaker." 

"Why? Are you nervous? Do you have any regrets?" 

"I don't know," Rick answered innocently. 

"Well, you did just have sex with your mother. It's possible that could have raised some concerns." 

"It was wrong, wasn't it?" 

"It's not generally acceptable by society standards," Sherry pointed out. "Whether it's wrong, I guess, is a matter for us to decide." 

"I'm sure my thinking is clouded at the moment because I can't get past how good it was." 

"I'll take that as a compliment." 

"As well you should." 

"But we did just cheat on dad, didn't we?" 

"Son, you have no idea how difficult it is for me with him gone for such long periods of time," Sherry bemoaned. "For what it's worth, I masturbate. I even use dildos and vibrators, and while they do provide some relief, there is nothing like real sex. I hope you can understand that. I never thought about doing it with you before, but right now, it seems to make a lot of sense." 

"I guess I can see that." 

"I want you to sleep on it tonight, and if you're troubled by it in the morning, we'll discuss it more." 

"Okay, mom." 

Sherry slid out of bed in no rush to cover up, knowing her son's eyes were on her. She actually relished the attention, despite or because of whom it was from. "What would you like for dinner?" 

He couldn't take his eyes off of her incredible body. She looked better than many of the girls his own age he dated. He had to at least tell her. "You've really taken great care of yourself." 

Smiling warmly, she said, "I try. Want to make sure your dad has something worthwhile to come home to. Dinner?" Sherry reminded. 

"Whatever is easy." 

* * * 

Easy was ordering pizza, which was delicious. But the great sex and relaxing meal was not enough to provide Sherry with a good night's sleep. Of course, she knew that even though the sex was so good, her insomnia was largely because of it. Ironically, she was not troubled by the fact that she'd had sex with her son. What was more was disturbing was that she was not troubled by it. Her intense sexual desires had caused to her stoop to use her own son, and in some sort of twisted logic, she didn't really see that as infidelity to her husband. Either that or her sex-starved brain simply chose to ignore it. 

When dawn arrived, she let out a heavy sigh. 

A few minutes later, Rick tapped on her door. "Are you awake?" he whispered in case she was still sleeping. 

"Come in," Sherry told him. 

As he did, Rick's eyes were immediately drawn to the extremely low-cut negligee his mother was wearing and generous amount of her breasts that were displayed. Even though he had seen her completely nude last night, there was still something sexy about revealing lingerie. 

Sherry noticed something troubling on his face. "Are you okay?" 

With a slight shrug, he answered, "I want to feel guilty about what we did last night. It should be wrong of you to have involved me because you were desperate, not to mention cheating on dad. Family members are not supposed to have sex. But my friends and I watch a fair amount of porn on the internet, and it seems that there must be great interest in sex between a mother and son because there is so much of it on the websites. In my wildest dreams I never thought it would actually happen to me, but since it has, I just don't feel sorry. Dad's not here and we both needed something that the other could provide." 


Where Do We Go From Here? Ch. 01



She was pleased, but felt she should give him a doubtful look. "That's an oversimplification." 

"Maybe. But he's having an affair also. Her name his Helena." 

"What do you mean?" Sherry asked with sudden concern as though he knew something she didn't. 

"The U.S.S. Helena," Rick clarified. "His submarine. I've noticed that after he's been home for a few weeks, he seems more anxious to get to her than to be here with us." 

"So, you've noticed that too?" Sherry questioned. 

"Couldn't help it. And wrong as you and I having sex might be," Rick reasoned, "I think it would probably be worse were you to have an affair with some other man." 

"Now, that I'll grant you." 

"I know you still love dad and want to stay married to him," Rick noted. "I love him too, and I don't fault him for pursuing his career, not to mention keeping our country safe. But he's getting to do what he wants and needs. You should to." 

Sherry scooted closer to Rick, who had sat on the edge of her bed. She put a hand on his arm. "As convoluted as that sounds, I'm glad you feel that way because it's difficult going months at a time without sex," Sherry pointed out. 

"Don't I know it," Rick agreed. "But for me it's because I just can't get a girl." 

"Do you . . . do yourself?" 

"Yes, I masturbate," he told her with a chuckle. "But it's just not enough. Last night proved that." 

"What do you mean?" 

"I had no idea you were so . . . had such a . . . a . . . voracious appetite." 

She shrugged apologetically. 

"Wish I knew girls like that." 

"You do. Me. Are you certain you have no regrets about last night?" 

"It's hard to see past what was the greatest sex of my life. I've never had a girl have an orgasm. And then three!" 

She smiled. "I had a good partner. And I've never had three." 

"Sounds like it was win-win all around." 

"Nothing for us to worry about?" 

"No. I guess not." 

"This is just between us. No one ever needs to know." 

"Agreed." 

"You've made me feel so good and I can't stop thinking about it and how much I want . . . more." Sherry pulled him to her. They kissed. "Are you interested?" she asked. 

Kissing her again and grabbing for her breast, Rick said, "I'm here for you." 

"We're being bad again," she pointed out, attacking his mouth once more. 

"We'll punish ourselves later." He swooped down and sucked her nipple. 

With a groan, Sherry responded by pulling her negligee down to expose both breasts. Rick naturally sucked the other one now that it was out in the open. In so doing, he pushed her down onto her back, and that in turn splayed her legs revealing her gaping pussy. It was an invitation he couldn't resist and he lapped hungrily at it as though it was breakfast. His tongue lapped at whatever liquid was there and he sucked on the knob of her clitoris until she could barely stand it. It was so warm and inviting, he wished he could crawl inside. Instead, he jabbed two fingers in, thumbing her clit as his digits explored her inner walls. 

He removed his hands to yank his T-shirt off, but instead of allowing him to return to his "meal," she sat up and pulled his face to hers to taste herself on his lips. As their tongues dueled and they swapped saliva, Sherry jammed her hand down his shorts to grab his leaking cock. She pushed his waistband down to his balls and held it there with one hand while stroking him desperately with the other. Likewise, with their mouths still mashed together, his hand again found her drenched pussy. 

Knowing what they'd shared last night was about to happen again induced an urgency that neither could control. With a strength she didn't know she possessed, Sherry whipped him around onto his back nearly ripping his shorts as she removed them. She then pounced on him, straddling him and shoving his cock into her needy pussy. She bounced on him fiercely and he met her thrusts with the same ferocity. Intermittently, they slowed to exchange kisses, but then resumed their hectic pace. 

This intense fucking nearly had him winded and he wondered how a woman twice his age could maintain such a tempo. He finally just relaxed and let her pump away. And she continued until she could feel that build-up as her body took over with convulsions that evolved into one massive climax. It took several minutes for the shuddering to subside, but she was still breathless. 

However, it didn't prevent her from scooting backward to grab Rick's cock and suck all of her juices off of him. She blew him with no less intensity than she had fucked him, sliding his dick down her throat until his pubic hair tickled his nostrils. He fell back, savoring the tightness of her neck muscles grasping his rod. She pulled out and gave his balls equal treatment. He hoped for a second that she realized they were more delicate. But she obviously knew what she was doing because she maintained her fury, yet still managed to be gentle. 

As she performed this magnificent fellatio, Rick wondered for a moment how she had become so adept, not only at oral sex, but all of it. Perhaps waiting for his dad to come home after months at sea caused a sexual fire in both of them that could only be extinguished with this level of copulation. Although, comments she had made last night didn't support that conclusion. On the other hand, she could be just making it up as she went. It didn't really matter; particularly since he was the recipient of the incredible love-making. 

And now, Rick wanted to do for her; see if he could bring her to another orgasm before he had his own. He arranged her on her stomach, spread her legs and ass cheeks and used his tongue from hole to hole. She didn't seem to mind his tongue on her anus and he considered inserting a finger, but quickly decided it might be too soon for that—even with her current high level of stimulation. Instead, once he had her ass crack nicely lathered, he pressed his cock between her cheeks and rubbed it back and forth. Last night, he had tit-fucked her; this morning, he was crack-fucking her, if there was such a term. 

He continued this, enjoying it, but on his down-stroke, she started lifting her rear as though to snare his cock in her pussy. Well, if that's what she wanted. He grabbed his dick and aimed it at her snatch and drove it home. With Rick straddling her ass, she drew her legs together creating a snug tube for him to pump. He'd never done this position, but suddenly it was his new favorite. He loved it! Loved the grasp it had on his cock. 

"Oh, that's good!" Sherry cried. "Harder. Faster!" 

And with what remaining strength he had left he fucked her as though he was in a movie. She was screaming and crying and cursing and yelling. She lifted her head and thrashed it from side to side deliriously. Rick almost feared that she would harm herself. But it was all the build-up of another explosive climax. She was breathing so hard and fast he feared she might hyperventilate. But it finally ended and she calmed down a little. 

Seeing his mother come so intensely was joy in itself. He felt his balls contracting and rising in his scrotum, not to mention the tingling of so many other nerve endings. He wanted to shoot inside of her so badly, but he was afraid to ask and he certainly didn't want to take a chance impregnating her so he pulled out. It only took a couple of strokes before creamy, white sperm flowed out into the crack of her ass toward her waist and back. 

Rick had, of course, jerked off more times than he could count, and while he'd had many satisfying orgasms from masturbation, none had had the feeling of completeness that this one did. He couldn't even think of anything else that it was like. It was just as though this was how it was supposed to be and all of those other times were merely trial runs. 

* * * 

He felt someone shaking him, bringing him to wakefulness. Opening his eyes, his mother stood over him in a bathrobe, her hair still wet. Had he dreamed last night and this morning? However, looking around quickly, he was still in the same position on his mother's bed naked as the day he was born. 

"You fell asleep," Sherry said. 

"You wore me out," Rick retorted. 

"I'm twice your age," she pointed out. "If you're that out of shape, you need to exercise more." 

"I'm in excellent shape, just not for the intense work-out you seem to require." 

"Am I too much for you?" she asked with a grin. 

"If so, I'll die a happy man!" 

"Well, we can't have that, can we? We'll just have to lick you into shape." 

"I'm sure there'll be quite a lot of licking involved." 

* * * 

Sherry spent the morning as she usually did on weekends that Rick came home: washing, ironing and folding his clothes. He was perfectly capable of accomplishing these tasks himself, but it was something for her to do. And with what had so far transpired, she actually wanted to. She also wanted to keep busy, fearing that her libido might have her looking for excuses to go to his room to see if something would happen. She did not want to become dependent on sex with him. 

When he had homework on the weekends, that's what usually occupied Rick's time while at home. He generally remained sequestered in his bedroom. Otherwise, he would park himself in front of the TV or go hang out with friends. Today, he was seemingly unoccupied. He had even offered to help her. She didn't know if that was because of what they had done or . . . what. 

As the day wore on, Sherry could not help but feel the beginning of sexual arousal take hold. The words nymphomaniac and sex-oholic came to mind. It didn't help that Rick was hanging around in a T-shirt and gym shorts and not likely wearing anything underneath since when he walked around there was a jiggling in his pants. As a result, she decided to prepare a nice dinner; a real home-cooked meal. And that occupied her afternoon. 

When they sat down to dinner, Rick had a puzzled expression on his face. 

Sherry noticed immediately and asked, "Is something wrong?" 

"Have you been avoiding me all day?" The concern in his voice was obvious. 

"No, of course not," she responded, suddenly realizing that her attempts to keep busy had been misinterpreted. She smiled. "I'm sorry if that's what you thought. I was just trying to keep busy because I was afraid if I wasn't it would lead to . . ." she bobbed her head from side to side. 

"I thought we had resolved that issue?" 

"Yes, we did. But I don't want this to turn into an addiction." 

"Maybe after this weekend, you'll be so completely satisfied, you won't need it anymore." 

"Or desperate for more." 

"Well, we are two consenting adults." 

"I'm not sure that argument applies in this situation." 

"Why is sex the taboo?" Rick asked rhetorically. "I mean, if you as my mother and me as your son were to do anything else that a man and woman do together like go out to dinner or go to a movie or dance together at a party, or even if the massage had not turned sexual, no one would think anything of it. Why sex? I'm not sure I understand. Sure, it's what we were brought up to believe. But that doesn't mean our beliefs can't change. 

"Sex is all around us. How many television shows are sexually suggestive? And people eat them up. Even TV commercials use sexuality to sell products. Why are HBO and Showtime programs so popular? Because they're loaded with nudity and sex. People dress to make themselves sexually appealing, both women and men. Older women go after younger men as do older men go after younger women. People whisper about it, but they mostly accept it. But actual sex? There's a line drawn there, but I think it's getting fuzzy." After he stopped rambling, Rick noticed the expression of amazement on his mother's face. "What?" 

"You actually make a lot of sense," she admitted. "But I can tell you where the line is: family." 

He shrugged. "Maybe that line will soon become fuzzy also." 

With a skeptical expression, Sherry said, "Well, until then, if we continue to do this, which I hope we do, it's got to stay strictly between us." 

"I know. I'm not the type to kiss and tell, anyway." 

"That's wise." 

"Why don't you go relax for a bit and I'll clean up the kitchen," Rick offered. 

"That would really be nice. Thank you, honey." She arose from the table, having finished her meal, went into the living room and sat on the sofa. 

Rick watched her sit and stare off into space, lost in thought. This weekend had caused him to notice her as much more than his mother. He had always thought that she was a beautiful woman, but always within the context of his mother. He now viewed her as the gorgeous woman she was, even in her Saturday hang around the house dress: it was pinkish-orange-ish and low-cut, which proudly displayed her well-rounded breasts and ample cleavage, short in length, the hem riding high on her thighs revealing toned and shapely legs. It now gave him a hard on just to look at her like that. Strange that it never had before. With a heavy sigh, he went ahead to do the clean-up. 

* * * 

In her mind, Sherry knew that she was too far gone to be concerned about the ethics and morality of what she and her son were doing. More importantly, she didn't care. She'd spent nearly nineteen years mostly alone and lonely. And now, she didn't have to anymore. She almost wished she had thought of doing it with Rick sooner. 

What she did feel was happiness . . . for the first time in a long time. It made her wonder if her libido was really that intense or if it was because she had to go for such long periods of time without real sex. As Rick had pointed out, masturbation provided relief, but not lasting satisfaction. It would be interesting to see how the coming week would be. As he had said at dinner, would she be so completely fulfilled that she wouldn't need it anymore? 

Somehow she doubted it; particularly as Rick came and sat beside her on the sofa. "All finished?" 

Yep. The kitchen is spic-and-span!" 

"You're a good son." 

He put his arm around her. "You're a good mom." 

She twisted her body slightly away from him and leaned back against him. This allowed him to place both hands on her shoulder, and he naturally started rubbing the area. He allowed his hands to slide around front between her breasts and neck. He couldn't help touching the tops of her boobs and letting his fingers drive down her cleavage an inch or so. He couldn't see her face, but he felt her smiling. 

Completely enjoying her son's touch, Sherry twisted even more pulling both legs up onto the sofa. The movement caused one of the spaghetti straps to fall down her arm exposing more of her breast. Rick's hand naturally covered that area in its movements. Sherry removed the other strap, effectively exposing most of her tits. Rick's other hand joined the fun and he cupped both boobs, his thumb and forefinger gently tweaking her nipples. 

"That feels so nice," Sherry commented, feeling utterly relaxed. 

Smiling to himself, Rick pushed the material further down to completely display both breasts. 

Involuntarily, Sherry's legs spread sending the hem of her dress up to her crotch. This did not escape Rick's attention and his hand instantly darted down to rub her pussy through her panties. 

After a minute or so of this, she asked, "Your bedroom or mine?" 

"Your bed is bigger." 

With no further discussion, Sherry stood and headed toward her bedroom. She didn't bother to do anything with her dress, the top of which now hung to her waist, her bare breasts bouncing as she walked. Rick was no less than a step behind. Once in her room, Sherry pushed the garment below her hips and let it fall to the floor where she stepped out it. Leaving her panties on, she crawled onto the bed and stretched out on her back. 

Rick knelt on the edge of the bed and leaned over to continue fondling her lovely breasts. This was really his first opportunity to explore her body. He now became aware of how soft her skin was. It was thrilling just to touch her. He noticed a wet spot in her panties that was not there on the sofa and he could not resist touching it. Of course, his hand refocused its attention to her covered pussy. The continued rubbing of his thumb against her inner section had her lifting her hips as a sign she wanted him to remove the last bit of clothing she had on. 

He complied, and with her legs spread and her glistening pussy staring at him, his mouth was drawn to it like a bee to honey. And honey is exactly what she tasted like. He suddenly understood why a woman's pussy was the most delectable delicacy that could ever touch a man's lips. 

"Are you sure you've never done that before?" Sherry whispered delightfully. 

"Maybe once or twice before you." 

"You're just so good at it." 

"Some things just come natural. Who was it that said you spend nine months waiting to get out and the rest of your life trying to get back in?" 

"I don't think they meant the same one you came out of." 

"That just makes something sweet all the more sweeter." 

Sherry's only response was to sigh her pleasure. 

Rick savored every little fold of skin, every drop of liquid, the tickle of the hard knob on her clit against his tongue; he could do this forever. And the accompaniment of her soft moaning, sighing, whimpering and cries of pleasure was music to his ears. 

"Why do you still have clothes on?" she purred dreamily. 

Rick's response was to stand on his knees and pull his T-shirt off while his mother sat up and pushed his shorts down as far as she could. He then stood on the floor allowing his shorts to drop. He stepped out of them and back onto the bed in one motion. But now he slid farther and lay beside her. 

Before he was completely in place, Sherry had her hand around his hard cock, stroking it. A moment later, she scooted down and started sucking him. 

It seemed to Rick that last night's and this morning's sex had been so urgent that one thing after the other was done without thought, only the direction of desire. Tonight, he was taking the time to really enjoy what they were doing, as he had moments ago lapping her vagina and experiencing each part of it. Now, he concentrated on the intense pleasure that was his cock inside his mother's mouth. He specifically felt her lips forming a tight seal around his shaft as she moved up and down. And then there was the pressure of her tongue as it glided over his skin. And the bathing of his rod with her viscous saliva. And the sensation of her tongue swirling around the sensitive head of his dick. And the tip as it forced his pee hole to spread slightly and penetrate the little that it could. And then she swallowed him completely and he felt the unique tightness of her throat muscles closing around him. And then he felt a testicle inside her mouth as she imbibed it in her mouth and rolled it around with her tongue. 

But what was perhaps the most special part of it was the talent with which his mother performed. She had adeptness beyond anything he could imagine. A guy never thought of his mother as being a sexual goddess. But Rick could not imagine the best porn star providing the level of pleasure that his mother was. 

As much as he would like to just continue to lay here and let her bring him to the obvious conclusion, what he wanted even more was to just fuck her. When she stopped to take a breath, he rolled her over onto her back. Knowing what was happening, she automatically spread her legs, and when he arranged himself for the good old missionary position, his cock found its way in with no assistance. 

Rick kept his thrusts to a moderate pace, enjoying the sensation of the head of his cock rubbing against the velvety inner walls of her vagina. Aside from the immense pleasure to be derived, there was absolutely nothing like the softness or feel of the inside of a pussy. Perhaps that was why it was such a treasured part of the female anatomy. While his mother's pussy was not particularly tight, it did hold his penis like a hand in a delicate glove. 




Where Do We Go From Here? Ch. 01



"Oh, that's so good, son," Sherry whined. "Just keep doing it like that . . . oh, yeah, just like . . . huh . . . huh . . ." her breath was coming in heavy gasps. "I'm . . . coming," she uttered softly. This was not the explosive orgasms that she'd had last night and this morning, but rather a slow building, gradually increasing ecstasy. Unlike those other climaxes, this orgasm lasted a lot longer. And just as slowly as it reached its peak, so also did it slowly diminish. The entire process lasted several minutes. When it was over, she remarked, "That was the best yet. I've never had one like that. I think I liked it the most." She started to sit up, but abruptly halted. "It was also the most physically tiring. Come here." 

Not sure what she wanted, Rick knee-walked closer. She reached out and grabbed his cock and pulled him to her mouth. "Fuck my mouth," she ordered. "I want to suck you dry." 

Rick was already aroused to almost the point of no return, but just the thought of what she'd said was stimulation in itself. It was easier to plant one leg on the floor and squat the other on the bed so he could get into position to feed his penis into her mouth with her head on the bed and turned sideways. She grabbed him at the base, and with a couple of tugs, got him going. He started fucking her mouth in what was another interesting first. However, with her talented tongue action and his current level of arousal, and watching his dick slide in and out of her pursed lips, it didn't take long. His groans and grunts told the story. 

He thought that her statement about sucking him dry was just an expression, but when he tried to pull out to shoot his wad, with her hand still gripping the root and part of his balls, she kept him in her mouth. She was also really sucking now, and a second later, he was spraying semen down her throat. It kept spurting out of him and he was afraid she was going to choke. But finally, he gave two last thrusts as the last two drops dribbled out. He pulled out, breathing heavily. 

He watched his mother sit up with a big grin on her face and a wide stream of pearly, white cum sliding down her chin, neck and chest between her tits. He could see that she was still swallowing some of it. 

"Wow, that was good," Sherry commented. 

"Yes it was," Rick agreed. 

Sherry plopped back down, squirming completely on the bed with her head on the pillow. 

"Want me to get a towel?" 

"Noooo," she declined. "I want it just where it is." She patted the bed beside her. Rick lay down in that spot. "Just keeps getting better, doesn't it?" 

"It does." 

"Shame you have to go back to school tomorrow." 

"I need the rest," he joked. 

"Make sure you eat a lot of protein this week," she shot back. "It'll help next weekend." 

They both had a good laugh. And for the first time, neither felt a need to discuss what they had done. 

Rick yawned a few minutes later and said, "Guess I'll go to bed." 

"You can sleep here, if you like." 

He turned his head to hers. She did likewise, and with a smile, nodded. 

With raised eyebrows and a nod of his own, Rick reached up and switched off the bedside lamp. "Goodnight, mom." 

"Goodnight, son." 

* * * 

There was something about the smell of bacon frying in the morning; almost as though the two were meant to be together. The crisp aroma nudged Rick to wakefulness, and though he might not otherwise have been ready to wake up, he could not be annoyed that that provided the impetus to open his eyes. What did cause him some concern was the strange surroundings. However, a quick glance around pinpointed his location: his mother's bed. It brought a smile to his face to recall why he was here, not to mention a stirring in his loins as he remembered the great sex they had shared. As he was alone in her bed, he assumed that she was in the kitchen generating the scent that had his stomach growling. 

Rick eased out of bed and slipped on the shorts he had hastily deposited on the floor last night. As he approached the kitchen, he was almost shocked to discover his mother cooking at the stove stalk naked. Impulsively, he shed his shorts as quickly as donning them. He entered the kitchen with his cock at half-mast and snuck up on his mom. Behind her, he rubbed his now hard dick against her ass. She was not startled, instead her thighs clamped around his penis locking it against her pussy. He offered a couple of thrusts and could have easily fucked her right there. 

But she halted him. "Save that thought for after breakfast." She turned and kissed him on the lips. "Glad you dressed appropriately. I've wanted to do this for a long time." 

"Do what?" 

"Hang around naked." 

Rick shook his head. "You're here alone all week. You can do it any time you want." 

"It's not the same. Besides, Megan and Sara come over all the time and just let themselves in. How would I explain it?" 

"You could lock the doors. Make them knock." 

"We don't do that. We come and go in each other's homes all the time except on weekends when you guys are home." 

"Well, then, now is your big chance." 

"And I'm taking advantage of it." 

They used the meal to chat about the things they normally discussed on a regular weekend: school, her activities, news from Chuck, on which she had nothing to report. The reason was because she had avoided checking email all weekend for fear an email from him would have had some mental effect on what she and Rick were doing. Afterward, her son cleaned the kitchen again, except this time, Sherry stayed to watch. Seeing his flaccid cock bounce around was a huge turn-on, not that she really needed stimulation. But it was exciting and different, so much so that she sat on the table with her legs spread. 

When he turned and saw her, his dick instantly sprang to attention. With a huge grin, he aimed it at her and zeroed in. And just as he was about to insert it, the phone rang. 

"Really?" he complained. 

"Seriously?" Sherry bemoaned. 

He was able to reach over and grab the portable phone without moving too much. Without even checking the caller ID, he answered, hoping to get the call over with quickly. As he lifted the instrument to his face, his mother grabbed his dick and pulled him to her and right into her pussy. It all happened in the same instant so that when he activated the phone, he also moaned as her pussy clamped around his cock. 

"Rick?" the caller said. 

Sherry also let out a high-pitched sigh. 

"Hey, Josh." Josh was Megan's son. 

"What was that?" 

"What was what?" 

"Sounded like a moan or whimper or something." 

Rick rolled his eyes. "I didn't hear anything," he lied. "What's up?" 

"I forgot to bring home a textbook that I really need to study for a big exam tomorrow. We need to go back to school early." Josh had driven home this weekend. The three guys usually alternated. 

With a silent swear, Rick asked, "How early?" 

"I'm ready whenever you are. Already called Edmund." Edmund was Sara's son. "He said he can be ready whenever we are." 

"Dude, I just woke up. Can you give me an hour or so?" 

Able to hear the conversation, Sherry mouthed, hour and a half. 

"Hour and a half," Rick corrected. 

"Okay." There was obvious disappointment in Josh's voice. "Call me ten minutes out so I can be at your house when you walk out." 

"Will do." 

When he hung up, without thinking, he exclaimed, "Fuck!" 

"We are," Sherry said. "Now we have to hurry." 

She lay back on the table and Rick pumped away. It was nothing fancy, just a straight fuck. They both came in minutes. It was satisfying, but too clinical. 

Neither bothered to dress as they packed his overnight bag and his laundry basket. Rick then showered, and to his surprise, his mother joined him. They didn't do anything sexual, but they did wash each other. The shower took a bit longer than it would normally have, but it was fun touching each other without it turning into a fuck-fest. 

After drying off, Rick dutifully called Josh, and then dressed comfortably in shorts and a T-shirt for the two hour ride back to the campus. 

Sherry threw on a short, tight-fitting, low-cut dress with no underclothes just until Rick departed. Although, she had nowhere to go today so there was no reason to wear any more. 

She walked him to the front door, and before opening it, she hugged and kissed him very passionately. "This weekend was very special." 

"Certainly not what I expected. But I'm not the least bit disappointed." 

They kissed again emotionally, but were halted when there was an abrupt knock followed by the door opening. Mother and son quickly separated, and Josh gave them a funny look as though he'd caught them doing something, which he sort of had, but he really didn't know what. Megan was standing behind him. 

Rick then pecked his mother on the cheek as he would normally have when leaving to return to school, told her goodbye and left. 

As they watched their sons go, Megan asked, "Did we interrupt something?" 

"Excuse me?" 

Megan shrugged. "I don't know. Looks like you were—" 

"Were what?" Sherry's tone was sharp. 

"I don't know . . . what were you doing?" 

Her mind working rapidly, Sherry explained, "I was just hugging my son when Josh opened the door and we had to jump out of the way. I guess I stumbled and Rick caught me." 

"Oh?" But there was doubt in her tone. "Go put some make-up on. Since the boys are returning early, Sara and I thought we'd all go have a leisurely lunch somewhere." 

"Okay." Sherry was not really interested in lunch, but she knew that if she didn't go, she'd have a lot of explaining to do because the three women were always eager to do anything together. She really wanted to just lounge around all afternoon remembering the exciting weekend she'd just had. 

And to make matters worse, Megan followed her around rambling on about this and that, so Sherry never had the opportunity to slip on a bra and panties. If her friend had seen her do that, she'd really have some explaining to do. And with the constant image of her son fucking her always floating around in the back of her mind, no telling what explanation would come out of her mouth. 

It really made her wonder where do we go from here?



Where Do We Go From Here? Ch. 02



"Dude, so what was really going on?" Josh questioned again.

"What?"

"You heard me."

"What do you mean, what was going on?"

"With your mother?" Josh specified as though there was no doubt.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Rick answered. "What do you think was going on?"

"Looked like you two were pretty close," Josh persisted.

"Dude, you think I was doing something with my mother?"

"I don't know. Were you?"

"Seriously?" Thinking quickly, Rick asked, "If I was going to do anything with a mother, it would be yours!"

Edmund laughed and joined in. "Yeah, I'd like to get my hands on those big titties!" 

Megan's were large.

"Fuck both of you!" Josh shot back.

The guys frequently teased one another about their mothers. The fact of the matter was they each admired the others' mother.

"Ever see those twins naked?" Edmund asked, joining the harassing.

Rick was glad Edmund was helping take the focus away from him.

"Wouldn't tell you if I had, you pervert. Worry about your mom's tits."

"Hers are too little."

"But she has a great ass!" Josh shot back.

"Man, I wouldn't mind having hands on your mom's tits and his mom's ass." Rick said, stirring it up, though it wasn't far from the truth.

"Hell, it would be great to have any woman!" Josh said.

"Isn't that the truth!" Rick agreed since they were all in the same boat, although he couldn't stop thinking about his mother.

"Yeah, right now I'd take any woman," Edmund concurred with a hearty laugh.

"You got that right," Josh remarked, joining the laughter.

They all enjoyed some serious belly laughs for a few minutes and then lapsed into silence to lament the fact that none of them had much luck when it came to bedding women.





Where Do We Go From Here? Ch. 02



Sherry had to mentally force herself to ignore the fact that she was having sex with two women who were her best friends. Her libido was taking over, and at this moment, all she wanted was the sex, regardless of the conditions. That included locking lips with Megan, and dueling tongues.

Sherry's pussy was becoming almost numb from the assault of Sara's tongue, but she was still reaping pleasure from it; so much so, that she pushed on Megan to get her to kneel. Deliriously, Sherry reached out and rubbed the tips of her fingers against Megan's panty-covered pussy with one hand while maintaining a grasp on her tit with the other.

Sherry finally had to push Sara away because her pussy was becoming too sensitive, so, the latter rose to her knees and latched her lips onto Megan's other boob. With all the attention now on her, Megan was receiving her due. Sara moved behind Megan, and reached around to play with both breasts while Sherry concentrated on her pussy. As her friends had done, Sherry tried to play with Megan's pussy as she would want hers done. Megan bent over to press her lips to Sherry's while Sara took over her pussy. With her friends giving her the treatment, she had a shuddering orgasm.

Without skipping a beat, as though they had done it many times, Megan pushed Sara onto her back, spread her legs, and went down on her. Meanwhile, Sara gestured for Sherry to come nearer. When she did, Sara had Sherry straddle her boobs. She then pulled her friend closer to tongue her pussy. Sherry didn't know how much more her pussy could take. But she was nearly powerless to stop it.

A symphony of moans filled the room from all three women. Sara's tongue on Sherry began to falter as Megan's tongue on Sara escalated its attack. To assist, Sherry moved around and sucked Sara's nipple. As Sara's orgasm was building, she pulled Sherry's face to hers and the two swapped spit. Finally, she merely held Sherry's face against hers as her body shook with orgasmic delight. 

All three then collapsed on the bed breathing heavily. With no impetus, Sherry started giggling. It was contagious and the others joined in.

After a few minutes, Megan asked, "What was so funny?"

"I can't believe I just had sex with two women."

"Two women who are your best friends," Sara reminded.

With a grimace, Sherry said, "I'm not sure that made it any more tolerable."

"What does that mean?" Sara asked, taking some offense.

"It's less about whom, than what I did," Sherry explained.

"You had an orgasm," Megan pointed out.

"I did," Sherry conceded. 

"In fact, you seemed to really get into it," Megan further noted. 

"I'm a very sexual person," Sherry admitted. "You probably didn't know that about me. I sometimes reach a point where nothing else matters."

"So are we," Sara said. "That's why we do what we do. It provides that need you mentioned. It also gets us through these long deployments. And to be honest, for me, having a third person made it even more exciting."

"I agree," Megan chimed in. "We were hoping we might win you over."

"It's just not the same as dick."

"We totally agree," Sara confirmed. "We tried a strap-on once. But it wasn't any better than a dildo."

"And neither of us has any desire to be the guy," Megan added.

"Was there anything you liked about it," Sara asked, hopefully.

With a heavy sigh, Sherry said, "I don't know." She shook her head. "I just don't know." She eased off the bed and slipped on her dress. "I need time to process this."

"By the way," Megan said, "since when are you going around without undies?

Sherry figured the question would come sooner or later. Fortunately, she'd had time to formulate an answer. "I was still getting ready when I heard Josh pull up, so I just slipped this on."

Both women returned nods that said there was no way they believed her. But Sherry knew that attempting to convince them would just add to their skepticism.

"Don't go," Megan pleaded. "Lets at least go finish our wine."

"I can whip us up something to eat," Sara added.

"Thanks, but I really need to go." And so she did.





Where Do We Go From Here? Ch. 02



"Your participation has brought us to a whole new level. Our orgasms yesterday and today have been much more intense."

"Okay, well, I'm glad—I guess," Sherry half-heartedly admitted. "But I've got housework to do and errands to run. You're welcome to hang around here while I do those things." 

Fortunately for Sherry, they had their own things to do also.

Strangely, she did not hear from them the rest of the day, and then not until the next afternoon. 

* * *

Orgasm was a drug that Sherry had become addicted to. When she awoke the next morning, she immediately reached for her dildo and brought herself to a climax that satisfied her little and made her crave more. 

Like it or not, the orgasms her friends had given her, though not as satisfying as heterosexual coupling, were immensely more gratifying than her toys. She knew now that she was hooked, so when Sara called to invite her to come over that afternoon for cocktails, she accepted with more eagerness then she would have liked or even thought she would. She even wore a short, low-cut summer dress like the one on Sunday, once again with no undergarments. 

She wondered if life was getting better or if she was digging a deeper hole because Rick would now be her coping mechanism in between Chuck's leaves at home, and her friends would fill that void in between Rick's weekends at home. 

And that nagging question kept bouncing around inside her head; where do we go from here? 

* * *

"We were surprised that you readily agreed to come today," Sara said. "Does that mean you've changed your mind about us?"

"Having cocktail hour a couple of times a week is what we normally do," Sherry responded coyly, anticipating such a question.

Sara led them into her living room with a large sectional sofa and two huge ottomans that filled in the open space around the seating area essentially making it a giant bed. She gestured with her hand for them to get comfortable. Megan and Sherry sat on the edge of the ottomans. As Sara poured and distributed three glasses of white wine, she noted, "That really wasn't an answer." 

There was also a tray of cheese and they helped themselves to pieces of it. 

"I know," Sherry agreed with a smirk. "I kinda expected you to ask that. So let me respond by asking, do you think that at our age we've reached our sexual prime, that maybe it has nothing to do with our husbands being gone, that maybe we just need more sex?"

Sara crawled into the middle of the sectional and the others turned to face her.

"I think they go hand in hand," Megan replied, dressed in short shorts and a tank top. "Yes, we probably are at our sexual prime, but the fact that our husbands are gone so much does not allow us to exploit it such as we would if they were here. So, in order to compensate, we need each other."

"I'm guessing that after Sunday and Monday your dildos are no longer doing the job," Sara surmised. She wore a loose-fitting short dress that covered only one shoulder and bared the other.

Sherry now noticed that Sara's attire was somewhat sheer and that she wore no bra making her breasts and nipples almost visible. "Well, how does this sound? I seem to be smack in the middle of that prime and it seems like suddenly I need more and it appears, right now, the two of you are the only ones who can give it to me."

They were both all smiles. 

"But it's important that you think about it in terms of we give it to each other," Megan clarified. 

"Of course. I wasn't trying to sound selfish."

"We know you weren't. But with all the emphasis on military families taking care of each other while their loved ones are deployed, well, this is how we do it."

"It's puts it in perspective," Sara added.

"So, where does it end?" Sherry posed. "Or maybe a better question is, where do we go from here?"

"How do you mean?" Sara wanted to know.

"The time came when Chuck was gone so much that I needed something. I started with my finger, graduated to dildos and vibrators, and now it seems, I've expanded to your . . . whatever you're calling it. I'm sure the two of you started with fingers before finding each other—"

"And now we have you," Megan butted in.

"Right," Sherry agreed with a curt smile. "That's my point. The two of you are not enough for each other anymore. You needed to add me. So, what's next? It seems we keep wanting more."

"Are you really worried about that?" Sara wondered.

"I wouldn't say worried," Sherry corrected. "Maybe concerned is a better word. Maybe just interested in knowing. Sex has become like a drug. We keep needing a bigger fix."

They were all silent, digesting Sherry's prophecy.

"Well, for us," Megan explained, "once the men come home, we kind of revert back to our old selves."

"Until we start getting horny a few days after they leave," Sara added with a grin.

"Don't you think it will get to a point where we won't be enough for each other?" Sherry persisted.

"Hopefully, by then, our husbands will have retired from the navy," Sara simplistically said.

"Sounds like wishful thinking," Sherry remarked. "How often have you two been getting together?"

Somewhat embarrassed, Sara said, "Depends on what we did with you—before this week, that is. If we were with you in the morning, we'd get together at night and vice versa."

"And now that I am in, will it escalate?"

"Do you want it to?" Megan asked.

"That's a loaded question. Perhaps a better one might be, will we be able to stop it?"

"The weekends are always a reality check," Megan pointed out. "When the boys come home."

"So, you don't do anything on the weekends?"

"Be kind of difficult, don't you think?" Sara suggested.

"Is it difficult?"

"Yes," they answered in unison.

"But it's necessary to keep it in perspective," Megan explained. "To keep it from getting out of hand. Will that be a problem for you?"

"No, not at all," Sherry answered a bit too quickly, thinking of another hot and heavy weekend with Rick.

"So, what is all this curiosity about?" Megan wanted to know.

Sherry shrugged. "For me, it just seems like it's going too fast. I just don't want it to become uncontrollable, but I can't seem to help it."

"It hasn't yet for us," Megan reassured.

But you're not also fucking your son, Sherry thought wryly.

"Are you afraid you're going to become a lesbian?" Sara asked.

"No. But I am wondering what else I might allow myself to do that I haven't done yet to maintain sexual satisfaction."

"Are you saying you've just done what you've done with us because it was an available avenue toward sexual satisfaction?" This from Megan.

"Well, the first time you two as much as forced me. The second time . . . I guess I didn't resist as much."

"And today?"

Sherry shrugged. "Admittedly, it's not what I thought it would be. It's something I can accept."

"Is that because you're desperate for sex or you truly like being with us?" Megan asked.

"I've always liked being with the two of you." Sherry smiled. "Now, I just have more reason. I don't know if I would be as willing with women I didn't know well."

"For me, it's not about a lifestyle, but a necessity of balance," Sara revealed. "Maybe I'm becoming bisexual, but even when the men are home for good, I hope we still have opportunities to get together."

"I agree," Megan said. "It's a totally different experience with a woman. We're soft and curvy."

"I won't disagree," Sherry admitted, as she leaned over to put her empty glass on an end table. The act caused her short dress to ride up high on her legs, enough to reveal she had nothing on underneath.

Noticing, Megan patted her on the thigh. "Well, one thing is certain; you dressed for the occasion this afternoon."

They giggled, and as Sherry sat up again, she did not pull her dress down. Sara rubbed Sherry's other thigh.

"And so did you, Sara," Megan said reaching over to run her hand across her friend's breasts, which enabled them to better see through it.

Sherry likewise touched Sara's breast, and then, taking the bull by the horns, pulled on the belt made of the same material as the dress until it came off. Giggling, she leaned over to kiss Sherry, who kissed back for a few seconds. Megan then crawled closer and pressed her lips to Sara's. The women attempted a three-way kiss, which more or less worked.

Megan was on hands and knees, so Sherry latched onto her tank top and yanked it up over her head revealing a lacy green bra. Sara didn't wait for assistance. She removed her own dress, which turned out not to be a dress, but rather a loose-fitting top with loose-fitting shorts. Her two friends each latched lips onto each nipple and sucked.

They broke it off so Sara could remove Megan's bra while Sherry slipped her arms out of the straps of her dress and let it fall to her waist. The women were all now topless. But Megan quickly dropped onto her back to kick off her shorts. She wore panties matching her bra. When Sara shed her shorts, rendering her completely nude, Sherry shrugged and eased entirely out of her dress. She was now naked.

As she was doing this, Megan pushed Sara onto her back; the latter's legs naturally spreading. Now, suddenly, for Sherry, a glistening pussy was appealing, so she dove on it, forcing her tongue between the woman's labia and being rewarded with juicy nectar. Megan kissed her other lips and played with her tits, twisting and pulling her nipples.

A minute later, Megan moved aside and Sherry eased up missionary style to give Sara a taste of her own pussy. Megan crawled back and positioned herself between both women's spread legs and stared at two wet pussies. She applied tongue to Sherry's up top and fingers into Sara's on the bottom.

All three women were whimpering, moaning and sighing.

Sherry was aware of Megan's nose nearly up against her anus. She'd never had any desire to do anal, but it sent a tingle throughout her body. Sherry also knew that her friends loved to kiss, swap spit, duel tongues and, of course, French. But after a couple of minutes, she had to take a breath. That, in turn, forced Megan away from her pussy, and down to Sara's. 

Glancing behind her, Sherry saw that Megan still had her panties on so she swung around to a position that she could remove them. Megan squirmed to assist her. With Megan's legs now spread, Sherry moved in on her pussy forming a train of the three.

Their vocal accompaniment sounded like an a Capella choir.

Sherry surprised herself with the aggressiveness of her mouth on Megan's pussy, licking lips, sucking clit and tongue-fucking as best she could. But it was good enough because Megan moaned louder and trembled as an orgasm took hold. All the while, Megan did not let up her attack on Sara's pussy. Sara could tell that Megan was coming because the big-breasted woman stepped up her mouth action. The combination had Sara climaxing as well.

But as Sherry knelt out of the way to allow her friends to enjoy their orgasms, the others didn't skip a beat when they finished and instantly focused attention on Sherry. Megan knelt also and kissed Sherry with a passion she had not previously experienced from a woman . . . maybe even a man. It was aggressive, but at the same time, gentle, soft as only a woman could do. Sara joined in, taking turns with Megan.

Finally, the two women maneuvered Sherry onto her back where Megan tongued her clit and vulva while Sara maintained lip to lip contact. While this was going on, Sherry's mind focused on the feeling of Megan's tongue expertly touching all of the sensitive areas between her legs. She couldn't ever remember being so aware of that. Maybe because Chuck was not the greatest at cunnilingus. Rick was better, but not experienced by these standards.

It made Sherry want to have her tongue on a pussy, so she pushed and pulled on Sara to bring her to a squat over Sherry's face. She tried to duplicate what Megan was doing to her with Sara.

Sara was facing Megan so she leaned over to press Megan's head firmly against Sherry's pussy. It was then Megan's turn to pull Sara's head down so she could flick Sherry's clit with her tongue while she finger-fucked Sherry. All the attention on her had Sherry coming in an explosive climax. She trembled with convulsing muscles and tingling nerves. She finally had to push Megan away as her pussy became too sensitive.

While Sherry recovered, Megan pushed Sara onto her back to give her pussy another thrashing. But Sherry recycled quickly enough to knee-walk over to her friends. Seeing Sherry approach so soon, Megan raised up on her knees so she and Sherry could kiss. To get into better positions, Megan had to straddle Sara's thighs. Instinctively, she started rubbing her pussy on her friend's leg. Sara wanted more so she twisted her body to connect her pussy to Megan's so the two could trib. That made it hard for Sherry to keep her lips locked on Megan's, but she did her best.

Sara reached up and jammed two fingers up Sherry's pussy. She used her thumb against the other's clit. Megan and Sara brought each other to another screaming orgasm. Then they laid Sherry on her stomach and used fingers on her from behind. Sherry couldn't tell if each woman had fingers in her or if just one had all four. She had her answer when she felt a wet finger rimming her asshole. No one had ever done that to her, and though no digit was inserted, the experience brought her off quickly and explosively.

The women then collapsed sprawled out on the huge sofa. When their breathing returned to normal, they enjoyed another glass of wine. They finished their afternoon in the evening with a daisy chain and one more round of orgasms.

Before parting for the night, the answer to Sherry's concern at the outset of this gathering was answered when she heard herself ask, "Same time tomorrow?"

Her friends grinned. "That's the spirit."

On Thursday, they started earlier and ended later because they wouldn't get together again until Sunday after the boys departed for school.

Sherry was now hooked on another version of the same drug.

Where did it go from here?



Where Do We Go From Here? Ch. 03



"Dude, you don't look too excited about going home this weekend." 

Having been lost in thought, Rick snapped out of it. "I'm supposed to be excited about going home for the weekend?" he asked as though wondering why he should be. He was actually somewhat nervous about how the weekend would go. Would it be as exciting as last weekend or had that just been a one-time thing? He had no clue. 

"Of course, he's excited," Josh said. "He's going home to hug on his mama some more." 

"While you go home to sneak peeks at your mom's big titties?" he threw back. 

"Can I come home with you? I want to see those tits also?" Edmund joined in. 

"In your dreams," Josh fired back. "Unless I can come look at your mom's ass." 

They all laughed. 

"Why the sudden preoccupation with our moms?" Rick wanted to know. 

"I don't think it's sudden," Josh opined. "I just think we're finally getting around to talking about it." 

"Particularly when you consider that, for losers like us, they're the three most beautiful women in our lives," Edmund added. 

"That makes us sound pathetic," Rick said. 

"But true," Josh agreed. 

"Well, since we're being depraved," Edmund joked, "whose mom would you most like to fuck? And you can say your own." 

"What the hell kind of question is that?" Rick asked trying to make it sound degenerate. 

"Seriously, Edmund?" Josh said. 

"Oh, come on, you guys. Tell me you haven't already thought about that." 

Neither Josh nor Rick said anything. 

"You guys realize that your silence is your answer?" Edmund prodded. 

"You started this," Rick noted, steering attention away from himself, "who's your choice?" 

With a big grin, Edmund boldly announced, "I'm not particular. I would be satisfied with either Megan or Sherry." He chuckled. "Or both." 

"Now, you're really dreaming." 

"I agree," Josh said. "Either Sherry or Sara would be fine. And both would be icing on the cake. You're up, Rick." 

It was a no brainer. "Okay, well as long as we're being ridiculous, Megan first, then Sara. Likewise, both would be the grand prize." 

"Neither of you would do your own mom?" Edmund asked. 

"Dude, are you serious?" Josh pressed. 

"Guys, we watch movies about moms and sons fucking all the time." 

"Are you saying you want to fuck your mom?" Rick questioned, but he didn't make it sound preposterous. 

Realizing the hole he'd dug himself, Edmund waltzed around it. "Guys, we're just shooting the shit. I'm saying with all those movies we've seen, as we were watching them, you never once thought about doing it with your mom?" 

"Can't say I did," Rick gave as a safe answer. Undoubtedly, he might have had such thoughts, though with no expectation of it ever happening. It had been a while since they'd watched such porn. 

"Me, too," Josh concurred. 

But as they rode the remainder of the way home mostly in silence, it was now in forefront of each of their minds. 

* * * 

Sherry awoke very early on Friday morning to perform housework that she had not gotten around to because of all the time she had spent with Megan and Sara. As the week had progressed and she gave into the influence of her two friends, and with that the eagerness to be with them that developed, it did not compare to the excitement that was building in her in anticipation of Rick returning home. She only hoped that he was as eager as she was. She had a floating notion that perhaps he would not want to continue with what had started last weekend. But she refused to dwell on it and pushed it from her mind. Instead, she dressed in a very sheer and revealing one-piece outfit in preparation of good things to come. 

* * * 

Rick, on the other hand, entered his home with apprehension after Edmund dropped him off. Strangely, and maybe it was a bad sign, his mother was not around. He remembered last weekend finding her in the study staring off into space. But today, she was not there either. Sadly, he went into his bedroom, deposited his overnight bag, and then went into the den. He considered turning on the TV, but suddenly, he was not interested in it. 

He lay down on the sofa wondering where she was, but the mystery was solved in minutes when she appeared. He didn't know whether he was more surprised by her sudden appearance or her breathtaking attire. She wore a black, totally see-through, all-in-one, low-cut, sleeveless, strapless, loose-fitting pants outfit. He grew an instant hard on. 

"I'm hoping by your stunned expression that you're happy to see me," Sherry said by way of greeting. 

"I'm not sure stunned quite covers it," he responded. "Where did you get that?" 

"I bought it to wear for your father, but I couldn't wait to see you and—even though we joked about doing it again—I wasn't certain this would be a continuation of last weekend and I was hoping this would maybe help that along." 

"You want it to be a continuation?" 

"Well, without sounding too anxious, yes!" With a frown, she added, "You?" 

"I actually came home wondering the same thing. But yes, I do, too." 

In unison, they both breathed their relief. Seeing each other do that, they laughed. 

Happy now, Sherry plopped over the arm of the sofa where her son's head rested. She twisted her body, wrapping a hand around his head and faced him. 

Rick couldn't help reaching up to fondle his mother's breast. 

"So, was it hard making it through the week?" she asked. 

"It was," Rick answered. He then grinned and held up his hand, made a loose fist and shook it up and down in the classic jerk-off gesture. "But l managed. You?" 

Sherry nodded. "The same," she said, having no intention of explaining how. She wrapped her upper body around his and kissed him softly. She then kissed a trail down his chest on his T-shirt, raising it above his belly button to peck his exposed abdomen. She didn't stop there, palming and kissing his massive erection through his pants. She was too anxious to refrain from unzipping his pants so she could get her hand around his cock. She pushed his shorts down far enough for him to squirm the rest of the way out of them. 

In a move he didn't expect, his mother straddled him, sliding her hips back and forth to rub her covered pussy—such as it was—against his cock buffered by his underpants. She was facing away from him so he reached up and around to cup both of her breasts in his hands. A minute or so later, Sherry turned around still straddling him. 

Rick sat up to kiss his mother, having longed for the touch and taste of her lips. In response, she wrapped her legs around his waist. After a minute of enjoying each other's mouths, Rick kissed her neck and the exposed part of her chest. Not content to stop there, he pulled her top down to bare her beautiful breasts. Her nipples became the next focus of his attention, and he sucked those succulent knobs. 

Sherry pulled his head firmly against her wanting him to use pressure. Rick gave equal time to each breast, even putting his face between them and rubbing the milky orbs against his checks. His mother giggled. Leaning her back, he slid her top down from below her breasts to her waist kissing and licking the newly exposed skin. 

Keeping them on equal ground, Sherry removed her son's T-shirt. She then pressed her bare chest against his, reveling at the unique feel of skin against skin, and her lips to his. From her exploits with her friends, Sherry had developed an even greater appreciation for kissing than the enjoyment she already had. And while kissing another woman was soft and sweet, there was still something about pressing her mouth against a man's firm touch. She pushed him back to supine to savor their lip lock. 

A few minutes later, Sherry sat up dragging her palms down his chest. She made certain to also drag her tits over his erection, then kissed it through his undershorts. She toyed with him by playing with his cock without exposing it. Rick squirmed wanting her to pull his dick out, even attempting to sit up, but she pushed him back down and finally relented. 

Rick moaned like a child with her first lick of his shaft. After a couple more strokes of her tongue, Sherry teased him by slowly easing down his drawers, but only as far as his knees. Heightening his anticipation, she laboriously took hold of his pulsing cock and raised it to her lips. Halting there, she smiled, and then kissed the soft skin beneath the crown. Continuing her teasing, she did nothing more than lick his shaft up and down, coating it with her sticky saliva. 

Rick thought his head would explode with anticipation until his mother sucked his balls. It was something, but still not enough until she finally lifted his cock, covered it with her mouth and sucked it down halfway. He let out a heavy sigh as she continued to bob up and down on his dick, gradually taking in more until she finally deep-throated him. It was what he had desperately been waiting for. She went back to licking his rod and sucking his balls, and now, anything she did was fine with him. 

Sherry could feel his penis pulsing at a quickened pace so she halted what she was doing. She didn't want him to come yet. She rose up to her knees and pulled her garment down that far revealing the matching bikini panties that accompanied her outfit. She teased him a bit by playing with her tits, and then stretched one leg out to slide the material off of her leg. 

Rick sat up and latched his lips onto one of her nipples, but only until she knelt on her bare leg and lifted the other for him to remove her outfit the rest of the way. She then straddled his cock, rubbing her covered pussy on it. He reached up and pawed her bouncing breasts and tweaked her hard nipples. She slid back enough to reach down and grab his cock, moving her fist in time to her hips. 

With a sigh, Rick thought how fantastic it was to have a woman hold his dick, so much nicer than holding it himself. She held it in such a way that she could jerk it and rub her pussy on it at the same time. The strained expression on his face told her that he was in heaven, but for her, it wasn't enough. She pulled her panty leg aside to expose her pussy so she could rub skin against skin. He reached out, pressed his thumb against her clit and heard her breathing quicken. 

Finally, she could take it no more so she lifted her crotch up. Rick got the message and pulled her panties off. With her legs stretched out to accomplish this, he grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled her pussy to his mouth, her hole coming in perfect contact with his pointed tongue. She had a fresh, clean taste, obviously having washed herself in anticipation of him coming home. 

Her son's talented tongue felt so good on her desirous pussy that she lay back on his legs. She'd like to see her and Megan and Sara try this position. But as good as it was, she'd had more than enough pussy-licking this week. What she hadn't had and desperately wanted was a large cock jammed up her vagina. She sat up, planted a leg on the floor and eased her vulva down to be split by his pre-cum dripping dick. The ultra-high-pitched sigh that escaped her lips was completely involuntary. 

After a couple of bounces on his cock to get both of them nice and gooey, Sherry planted her feet under his armpits and leaned her upper body back supported by her arms and fucked away. Sara and Megan could make any justifications they wanted, but there was nothing like fucking a cock. 

For his part, Rick rather enjoyed being on the bottom. It was a totally different feeling from being on top, and the way his mother moved up and down and around brought new sensations to him. She was really moving faster now. He could feel liquid beginning to puddle at the base of his rod. 

Barely missing a beat, Sherry awkwardly rolled them over. Rick planted one leg on the floor. 

"Now I want you to really fuck me," Sherry urged. 

He complied and she had to hold on to her breasts because they were being jostled around too much. So, desperate was she that she came almost instantly in a massive orgasm unlike anything she had experienced during the week. She even broke out in a sweat. Her hands on his hips, she would not let him stop thrusting until she had wrung every ounce of pleasure she could from this climax. 

But she finally had to let him go because his deeply wrinkled face and clenched teeth told her that he was about to burst. He pulled out an instant before the first jets of semen rocketed out of his shaft and onto her neck, tits and abdomen. And they came and came and came until she was virtually covered in the stuff. She had a big grin on her face as he collapsed, totally spent, and came to rest against her, ignoring the fact that he was coming to rest in a lake of his own cum. 

When he realized that, Rick started laughing without concern. It was contagious, causing Sherry to do the same. As an added humorous gesture, she moved her stomach around smearing the mess all over him. But he was too happy to care. And so was she. 

After a few minutes, as they felt the stickiness starting to dry, they both got up and headed to the bathroom to clean up. 

Rick had grabbed his clothes and brought them into the bathroom. 

"No reason to dress," Sherry said. "I'm sure we'll be doing a lot more of this." 

"Sounds good to me. What's for dinner? Or do you want to send out for pizza?" 

"I fixed something special," she said. "I'll get it ready." 

Rick followed her toward the kitchen somewhat amused to see her make sure all the curtains were closed and doors were locked along the way. "What about your friends? You locking them out?" he asked reaching for a soda. 

"Let them fuck their own sons." 

Rick nearly choked on his drink. After a coughing a few times, he asked, "Are they?" 

"What?" Then realizing what she'd said, she added, "Oh, I don't think so. That was just a poor attempt at a joke. Unless you know something I don't." 

"No, I don't know anything. I'm not sure they would admit it even if they were. I certainly haven't said anything about us." 

"Good, because if they think it's really wrong, it could ruin all of our relationships." But in the back of her mind, Sherry really wondered about her friends. If they were doing what amounted to lesbianism, what would prevent them from fucking their sons also? Now she was curious. She had to figure out a way to find out. "Do you boys even talk about such things?" 

"What such things?" 

"Sex." 

"Of course, we talk about sex. Josh and Edmund are no better off than I am in that department." 

"Have they ever discussed having sex with their mothers? In a hypothetical sort of way?" 

Rick chose his words carefully. "We watch porn movies about that, so I guess we have had some 'what would it be like?' thoughts. But I don't remember either one of them ever saying they actually wanted to do that." 

"Do you think they really do want to?" 

"They're not much different than me so I don't see why not." 

"Do you think most guys think about having sex with their mothers?" 

"When their mothers look like you and Sara and Megan." 

"Would you like to fuck Sara and Megan?" 

"Mom! Really?" 

"It's okay if you say you do. They're both attractive women. Why wouldn't you want to?" 

But he didn't answer and she didn't press him. 

* * * 

When Edmund arrived home, his mother was moving around straightening things out. She wore short shorts of a very soft and flimsy material that really showed off her ass. He tried not to be too obvious in watching her but, while he had seen her numerous times in shorts, he couldn't remember her wearing any that short. He wondered why now, not that he was complaining. It also occurred to him that, given the discussion on the ride home, perhaps he was looking at her in a different light. 

Then there was her top. It matched her shorts except that it was like a zippered, long-sleeve jacket, but better still, it was unzipped halfway down her front. He also noticed—maybe for the first time—that her small breasts actually looked appealing. Stealing closer glances, he was fairly certain she was braless. 

Edmund had to wonder; was she dressing so differently, or had he just never paid close enough attention? 

"Eddie, are you okay?" Sara asked. 

Damn! She'd caught him. "I'm fine. Why?" 

"You seem lost in thought." 

Maybe he hadn't been caught. "Just school work on my mind." 

"Oh, okay. Well, dinner is still an hour away, so go get comfortable." 

"Need any help?" 

Sara did a double-take. Edmund rarely offered to help. "Uh, I guess you can set the table." 

And so he did. And all the while, he was uncharacteristically sneaking glances at her as she flitted around the kitchen. Not only did she appear not to have a bra on, but it also seemed she was pantyless. Had he really not ever noticed things like that before? Otherwise, why would she suddenly change? Damn Rick and Josh for putting these notions in his head. 

Realizing he suddenly had a raging hard on, he excused himself to wash up for dinner. In his bedroom, he closed the door, laid on his bed, pulled out his aching cock and pumped it furiously, unbelievably aroused by the thought of his mother. 

* * * 

A weird feeling came over Sara. She was certain her son had been eying her up and down. But why? She hadn't done anything different to herself. She was the same as she always was. She hadn't worn this outfit in a while—it had worked its way to the bottom of her drawer and she'd only discovered it this morning. But Edmund had certainly seen her in it before. Perhaps he didn't remember. But what about it, or any part of her today, for that matter, was so different as to give him an erection? 

Had Sara simply not noticed him paying such close attention to her in the past? She had to admit to herself that she found it somewhat flattering. But it was also just a little odd. A little odd? It was really odd! After all, he was her son. However, it just as quickly occurred to her that the intimate relationship she had with Megan, and now Sherry, was just as offbeat. The only difference was that Edmund was her son. The girls were just friends. 

Did that really matter? 

The more Sara thought about her son admiring her, she found herself getting somewhat aroused. She shook her head at the absurd notion and looked around as though someone was watching her. But no one was. Still, she couldn't shake the notion from her head. 

She found herself walking down the hallway toward the bedrooms—his and hers, though his was first. She also curiously realized that she did so stealthily. At his door, she halted. It was closed, but not tightly. There was enough of an opening for her to peek in. Did she dare? He was sneaking looks at her; turnabout was fair play. 

A gasp nearly escaped her lips as she glimpsed him lying on his bed with his hand firmly wrapped around his rather sizeable penis. His fist was a blur as it moved up and down so rapidly. Sara's mouth gaped open in awe. With her husband gone for so long, she hadn't seen a dick in some time. She was mesmerized by the sight of her son's. Add to that what he was doing to it and she couldn't help breathing heavier. Her pussy was even feeling wet. 

The question now was what should she do? It would be fantastic to remain here and watch that cock spurt all over the place. But that wasn't proper. Her son was entitled to his privacy. She should go to her own room and do exactly what he was doing. But strangely, that didn't seem as exciting as standing here. Her hand dropped down between her legs. 

It was thrilling to watch him compliment his hand with upward thrusts of his hips. Sara found herself pushing the door open a slight bit more without realizing it so she could have a better view. His face was a study in intense concentration. She wondered what he was using as mental motivation. 




Where Do We Go From Here? Ch. 03



Sara couldn't help herself easing further into his room and foolishly closing the door most of the way behind her. That became her big mistake because in the instant she switched her attention away from him was when he opened his eyes for a second. Of course, that was all the time it took for him to see her. 

"Mom!" Edmund quickly stuffed his cock back into his pants with great difficulty. "What are you doing?" 

Thinking quickly, Sara decided to take a proactive approach. "I know you were looking at me." 

He didn't respond, but the guilty look on his face betrayed him. 

She came over to the bed and sat on the edge. "Is that why you were doing that?" 

Still, he was embarrassingly silent. 

"It's okay if you were," Sara reassured. "It's actually flattering." 

"I . . . I don't know what to say," Edmund stammered. 

"Have you done this before? I don't mean masturbate. I'm sure you've done that quite a bit. I meant thinking of me." 

Seeing that she didn't seem angry, Edmund answered her. "This is the first time." 

Sara nodded. "Why now?" 

"You just looked really nice." Then he quickly added, "Not that you don't always look very nice." 

She smiled. "Thanks for the compliment. To be truthful, I guess I gave you a closer look when I saw you stealing glances at me. I particularly noticed this." She reached out and placed her hand on his bulge, felt it pulse, then closed her fingers around it as much as his pants would allow. 

"Mom, what are you doing?" 

"I'm touching you," she explained in a husky whisper. "Don't you like it?" 

Of course, he liked it, but he felt as though he should say, "Should you be doing that?" 

She shrugged, becoming too stimulated to care. "I haven't touched one of these in a long time. Your father has been gone four months." 

He hadn't thought about that; hadn't really thought about how sexual his mother was. "What are you saying? Are you h-horny?" 

"That's putting it mildly." She separated the already unzipped flaps on his pants using two hands. 

Edmund sucked in his gut. 

"Do you mind?" she asked. "You really have a nice cock. Guess I haven't seen it in a long time. Probably since you were younger." 

He merely nodded for lack of any other response. It was almost unbelievable that this was happening given the conversation in the car on the way home. Of course, if they hadn't had that discussion, he might not have given his mother a second look. 

She began stroking it slowly, and her hand felt so much better than his, he was powerless to stop her, not that he wanted to. Involuntarily, he moved his hips up and down to match her pumping. 

"Are you okay with this?" Sara asked. "Some people might not approve of this." 

Right or wrong, there was no way he wanted her to stop. "Then I guess we shouldn't tell anyone." 

"That's the spirit." And with that, Sara bent her head, parted her lips and slid her mouth down taking nearly his entire shaft into her mouth. 

Edmund let out a high-pitched sound that was a cross between a sigh and a cry. He thought he was going to pass out. He hadn't had many blowjobs, but none had been as perfect as this was so far; that and the fact it was his mother doing it. He wanted to close his eyes and enjoy it, but he also wanted to watch because otherwise he wasn't sure he could believe it was real. Watching also afforded him a glimpse inside her half-zipped jacket. He'd been correct before. She wore no bra, and though her breasts were small, they were very nicely rounded mounds topped by hard, pointed nipples. 

When Sara felt his cock pulse in her mouth, she casually looked up and could see that his eyes were focused on her tits. She was glad he found them appealing. She sucked his shaft slowly, and each time she pulled back leaving only the head between her lips, she twisted her head and swirled her tongue around it. 

"Oh, oh," Edmund moaned. 

Occasionally, she would lick up and down. 

"Oh, mom, you're so good." But somehow he couldn't imagine her doing this to his dad, although it was obvious she'd done this many times before. Of course, it was possible she was having an affair, but he seriously doubted it; or maybe it was just wishful thinking that she wasn't and that this was all for him. 

Sara had always known that she had a great ass and had been told that by many including her husband, Megan and Sherry. But she always felt that she had nice breasts, even though not as big as Sherry's and certainly not huge like Megan's. But her husband and her friends did not give them much attention and she liked having them touched and played with. She stopped sucking, knelt up and unzipped her jacket almost all the way so that her tits were exposed. She took Edmund's hand and placed it on her right one. He got the message and fondled it while she went back down on his cock. 

They really weren't big enough to press them around his penis, but she completely removed her top and simply dragged them back and forth over his cock and balls. 

"Oh, yeah," he said. 

Sara smiled. She saw that he was oozing pre-cum so she held his shaft and rubbed the head against each of her nipples, smearing the clear liquid around. It felt as good to her as it did to him so she continued with her tits on his dick, even coating it with saliva so it would glide easier on her chest. 

After a while, she sat back and pulled his pants and underwear off. When he saw her doing this he quickly shed his shirt. 

Both mother and son were sexually delirious and equally desperate. With Edmund now completely nude, Sara wasted no time in kicking her shorts off. She sat on his thighs and rubbed her aching pussy, spreading her vulva to give him a tawdry show. The more she showed off, the faster he pumped his cock. She grabbed his hand and swapped it with hers on her pussy, and then she took hold of his rod. 

Her pussy felt divine. He rubbed it with his fingertips bringing a moan to her lips, and then he used his thumb on her clit. She enjoyed that even more. 

But having his swollen cock in her hand was no longer enough, she desperately needed it somewhere else. Uncertain how far her son was willing to go, Sara watched his face as she eased forward aiming his cock at her pussy. Slowly, she guided it into herself and watched Edmund close his eyes in complete submission. At first, she only inserted the tip and made slight up and down movement. Just the sensation of the head tickling her was thrilling enough. But that didn't last long because she needed the entire length inside, so she sank it. 

"Ahhhhhhh," Edmund mouthed. 

Sara started her thrusts slowly, but gradually stepped it up to a moderate pace. It was so good that she became weak and could barely hold herself up, so she rolled them over so he could be on top. 

Edmund began pumping immediately. He had no idea if he was doing it correctly, or if there even was a correct way, but the feel of his cock touching every part of the inside of her vagina was like nothing he had ever experienced. It was so much better than any sex he had previously had that he couldn't even remember those other encounters. His mother's moaning indicated she was satisfied. 

The whole world faded to oblivion as the only sensation his mind would consider was the exquisite fervor he was experiencing. 

All Sara could think of was what Sherry repeatedly reminded her and Megan: there was nothing better than a cock in your pussy. She'd thought that what she and Megan had been doing was satisfying, but she now realized that it was just relief. A cock sliding in and out of her pussy was divine. It touched places a finger or tongue could never. Forcing every other thought from her mind and concentrating only on her son's penis had Sara coming right away. 

Every nerve in her body was alive with pleasure, and strangely, she was uncertain how much joy her body could take. But she was determined to ride the wave of orgasm to the end. When finally it subsided, she looked up to see a huge smile on her son's face as though he was extremely proud of himself for getting her off. But he could be no more thrilled than she was. 

Finally, he shouted, "I'm gonna come!" 

And Sara knew the perfect cap to this experience was for him to shoot his jism all over her breasts. "On my tits," she said quickly. 

Pulling out of her, Edmund aimed his cock at those now gorgeous mounds and sprayed them with a coating of pearly white liquid. When the last drop splashed on her, Sara instantly massaged it into her boobs as though it was the most expensive body lotion one could have. 

Edmund fell over and lay beside her, breathing heavily. 

As he recovered, Sara said, "Damn, that was good, son. Sorry if that was improper or weird for you. But you have no idea how bad I needed that." 

"I don't think you heard me complain." 

"What did you think of it?" 

"It was probably the greatest sex I've ever had." 

Sara beamed. "Have you had a lot of sex?" 

Embarrassed, Edmond answered, "Unfortunately, no." 

Sara was surprised. "A good-looking young guy like you with the equipment you have?" 

"That's a mother's assessment. It's not like that in the real world." 

"What about Josh and Rick? Do they fare any better?" 

"Sadly, no." 

"That's hard to believe." 

"But true." 

"Do you have trouble talking to girls?" 

"No. I think we are perceived as geeks or nerds." 

"You don't look at all like the stereotypical geek or nerd." 

"We're not jocks, we're not pre-law, we're not pre-med; we are in technology, and that translates to computer geeks." 

"Well, they don't know what they're missing," Sara remarked. She patted an empty space on the bed. "You can show me your technology right here any time you want." 

"Except when dad is home." 

"Well, that goes without saying," Sara agreed. "How do you feel about that?" 

"You mean that we're cheating on him?" 

"If that's what you want to call it." 

"What do you want to call it?" Edmund wanted to know. 

"Son, you have no idea how difficult it is being alone so much, and particularly having to do without intercourse—" she was careful to use that word since effectively she was having some kind of sex with her friends "—for so long." 

"I guess I never thought about that," Edmund admitted. "Children don't tend to think of their parents having sex." 

"Well, for what it's worth, before today, I never considered us doing this. But now, I'm going to justify it by saying that your father is getting to do what he wants to do without regard for my needs. So, this is how I get do to what I want and need." 

"I understand and I don't have a problem with it." With a smirk, Edmund added, "Particularly since I'm what you want to be able to do." 

They both had a good laugh over that. 

Beyond that, Edmund thought he had died and gone to heaven. 

* * * 

For Josh, it was just a regular Friday night. His mother was dressed no differently than she usually was when he came home. She fixed one of her standard dinners that she knew he liked because she didn't believe he had good meals at school. After dinner, they watched television together and, as was typical, she went to bed before him. He stayed up for the late shows and then retired himself. 

Saturday morning, he slept late because he was not able to do that at school due to early classes. He woke up, visited the bathroom and then headed to the kitchen. His mother was not there, but the aroma of fresh coffee attracted him so he poured a cup. They usually had a late breakfast in between doing the weekly laundry. So, Josh returned to his bedroom to sort through the dirty clothes he had brought home. 

With a bundle of garments in his hands, Josh passed by his mother's room to see if she had anything to add. Her door was slightly ajar and he caught a glimpse of her bra and panties strewn on her bed. They were black and lacy, and to his astonishment, the panties were quite skimpy. He had not known his mother to wear something like that. He certainly didn't remember washing them, unless she did items like that when he wasn't home. 

Josh was jolted back to reality when his mother came from the bathroom, which was behind the bedroom door, and walked around to the far side of the bed. She was wrapped in a towel with obviously nothing on underneath. When she turned toward him, he quickly eased to the side, but still in position to see in. He knew this was wrong, but given the talk in the car yesterday, he had a hard time turning away. He had seen her draped in just a towel before, but for the same reason, it was as though he was seeing her for the first time. 

The tops of her breasts her pushed up out of the top of the towel and her shiny legs were shapelier than he could ever remember. 

With heightened anticipation, Josh continued to watch for what he knew—and hoped—had to eventually happen. He sucked in his breath when she pulled the tucked end of the towel and let in fall to the ground. His eyes nearly bulged out of his head as her fabulous body was bared before him. As large as her breasts were, they were not way out of proportion to her body. She was absolutely beautiful. 

When she reached out for her panties and slipped them on, Josh feared being caught, so he hurried back to his room breathing heavily. Despite the teasing he had endured from his friends, the fact was, he'd rarely had opportunities such as this, and then, never complete nudity. All he could think of was how gorgeous his mother was and what an amazing body she had. Somehow, he had to see more, or at least, see what he saw again. 

* * * 

Megan smirked having glimpsed her son peeking in the slightly ajar door to her room and then rushing away. Though she had never caught him before, it wouldn't surprise her if this was not his first time. Surely, he wanted to see her big tits. 

Her large breasts had always been both a blessing and a curse. When she was a teenager and they began growing—and growing and growing and growing—she had been thrilled. Always having bigger boobs than her friends gave her status with the boys. But it also brought unwanted attention. Yet, she'd always managed to handle it. Why boys—hell, men too—were so obsessed with breasts was a mystery to her, but they were. So, it was no surprise that her own son was also. 

That thought also brought her to the realization that he was no longer a boy. He was a man. In that instant of voyeurism, she couldn't help but notice the bulge in his pants, which clearly stood out—almost as sizeable as her tits. That made her flush, made her pussy tingle. 

Megan shook her head. Whoa. He's your son, she reminded herself. You shouldn't become excited over your son's cock. But he's a man, she also noted. And she'd been without one for some time. She shook her head again. Woman, consider what you're thinking. Mother's didn't lust after their sons. However, most mothers didn't have to wait so long for the attention of their man. Besides, she was engaged in a lesbian relationship with another woman. Two women now. Wasn't that just as bad? 

The arrangement with Sara, and now Sherry, worked because it kept her mind off of cock—except for Sherry's repeated reminders that nothing was better. Now, it was on her mind. Could Sherry's revelations have been a subliminal suggestion? And now, with the subtle attention from Josh, such thoughts had been forced to the uppermost part of her mind and it was all she could think of. 

With no further consideration, clad only in skimpy panties, Megan re-wrapped the towel around her and walked down to Josh's room. He was sitting on his bed with a dazed expression and a load of clothes in his lap. "Getting ready to do laundry?" she asked, startling him. 

Josh looked up sharply. "Uh, uh—" 

"Everything okay?" 

"Uh, yeah, sure. Everything is fine." His voice was strained. 

"You look a bit pale. Is that because you were looking in on me?" 

"What?" he asked nervously. "I . . . l was going to wash clothes and wanted to see if you had any to . . . to . . ." 

"Oh," Megan said as if there could be no doubt. On impulse, she added, "I do have some laundry," and with that, she removed the towel and held it out to him. "Wash this." 

Mouth agape, Josh was too stunned to move let alone accept the towel. There she was standing before him wearing only a smile and the briefest panties with her wonderfully large breasts hanging there for his eyes to feast on. 

"What's the matter? Never seen tits before? Isn't that what you were trying to get a glimpse of?" 

Josh's cock returned to a full aching hard-on made all the more uncomfortable because he didn't want to be obvious and adjust it. 

"Well?" 

"Y-Yes, of course, I've seen tits before, but I wasn't trying to see yours—" 

"Why? Something the matter with mine?" she asked, toying with him. 

"N-No. Y-You're my mother." 

"You don't like my tits?" She feigned disappointment. 

"No, no, no! They're great! It's just that you are my mother and that makes it hard to look at you . . . like this . . . and not always be mindful of that." 

"I see. Would it help if I told you I don't care?" 

That relaxed him a tad. "You mean you don't care that you're my mother and you're essentially baring yourself in front of me?" 

"That's exactly what I mean," Megan answered with a smile. 

"Why?" Josh had to ask. 

"Do you know how long your father has been gone?" 

With a shrug, Josh answered, "A few months, I guess." 

"Four!" she corrected. "That's a long time to be without . . . things." 

"I never thought about that," Josh admitted. 

"When was the last time you had sex?" Megan asked. 

"Uh, well, uh, it's, uh, been a while," he answered slowly. 

"More than four months?" 

"Uh, yes. It has been longer." 

"So, you should understand what I mean." 

"Yeah, that I can understand." Throughout this conversation, Josh had been doing his best to look away, but still stealing glances. 

"Josh, you can look at me. Why is it hard for you to look at a naked woman? Don't you like to look at naked women?" 

"Of course, I do. But you're my mom and it just seems wrong." 

"Why? Where is it written you can't see your mother nude? I haven't checked all of the rule books, but I'm fairly certain it's not in any of them." 

He had to chuckle at that. "It's just the way we're brought up." 

"But now you're a man, and it's different. I want you to be comfortable with me like this. I need you to be comfortable with me like this." Megan pulled him to his feet letting the clothes fall to the floor. She cupped his face in her palms. "I need you to be the man in my life." 

"Why now all of a sudden?" 

"Because I'm a very horny woman, Josh. I know you don't know that about me, but I am. Sexually, I've been getting by through . . . other means—" 

"Other means?" 

This was not the time to tell him of her relationship with Sara and Sherry, his best friends' mothers. It would be too much to drop on him at one time. "Hands, fingers, devices. They're not enough anymore. And I've seen the way you look at me. And it's been a long time for you too." 

"What are you saying? What do you want—" 

Megan pulled his face to hers and kissed him, not in a motherly fashion. He did kiss back—somewhat. "Tell me you don't want me." 

"What do you mean?" 

"I mean, tell me you want me to stop." She kissed him harder, and around his cheek to his ear. "Tell me you wouldn't like to fuck me. Tell me you've never had thoughts about fucking me." 

"Mom, are you sure this is right?" 

She pushed him down onto the bed, then climbed on top of him. "You tell me it's not." But she didn't really give him the chance mashing her rotund boobs into his face. One nipple found his mouth and he instinctively sucked it. "That's it. That's my boy." She returned her lips to his, and now he kissed her meaningfully. "I don't know why we waited so long." 




Where Do We Go From Here? Ch. 03



"You're right. I have thought about it," he admitted. 

"Wished I had too. We could have been doing this sooner." Megan pulled off her son's shirt and pressed her breasts against his chest. 

The feeling of skin against skin was delightful, Josh thought; particularly that the skin was her wonderful tits. This was becoming the most amazing experience of his life. He forced all thoughts of propriety from his mind and concentrated on what might be only a once in a lifetime opportunity. 

Megan sat up and rubbed her covered pussy against the bulge in his shorts. He sat up to watch and they both moaned. She then rolled over and scooted up to the head of the bed on her back. "I want you to lick my pussy. Ever done that before?" 

"Not nearly enough." But first he wanted to kiss her more. There was something wickedly erotic about kissing his mother in a sexual way, not to mention the fact that she was much better at it than any of the girls he'd ever kissed. After a minute on her lips, he kissed a trail down between her breasts, along her abdomen and belly button until he reached the center of all creation in the universe. 

Josh paused to admire her pussy, having never really seen a live one up close. It was shaved clean, which somewhat surprised him as he thought that was something only younger women did. It was beautiful with its dainty folds of skin. Tentatively, he touched his tongue to the spread in her lips. He tasted her wetness; sweeter than he could have imagined. It was the most precious thing his mouth had ever touched. Not really sure what to do, he merely allowed his tongue to explore. 

Her soft moaning told him that she liked what he was doing. He also kissed those lips, jabbing his tongue into her hole. 

Between moans, she whimpered, "You're pretty good at that." 

So, he kept doing what he had been doing, reveling in the fact that his mouth was affixed to a pussy, and the extra erotic quality from the fact that it was his mother's. Take that, Rick and Edmund! 

"Oh, that feels so good." Megan had often thought with Sara and Sherry that women performed oral sex on women the way they wanted it done to themselves, which meant a soft and gentle touch. While Josh was not being rough, he was a man, and a man's mouth just had a more firm approach. The fact that it was her son made it all the more stimulating. As each minute moved on, she realized how badly she needed this and that all of that lesbian stuff with her friends was just what they claimed it to be: merely satisfying each other. 

Josh spared a second to glance up at his mother's face and saw the huge smile spread across it and the look of just pure enjoyment. It made him wish he was more skilled to be better for her. 

"Oh, you're making my nipples hard. Ooh, ooh, ooh." Megan was really moaning and writhing, moving her hands from her own face to grasping his head and back. 

The other thing he always wanted to do was stick a finger, or fingers, into a vagina. She was so wet, two digits easily slid in. He maintained tongue pressure and movement on her clit while finger-fucking her. This drove her really wild. He even almost felt that he could come just from doing this, but he didn't, although he could feel pre-cum oozing from his pee-hole. 

"Turn your fingers up and force them up behind the hard ridge," she cried. 

Josh did as instructed and felt a spongy, buttony bump. 

"Oh, yeah! You found my G-spot. Harder! Faster!" 

He complied only to have her start shaking and kicking her legs while issuing ear-shattering screeches from her throat. 

"Ohhhhhh, fuuuuuuuck. I'm coming!" 

He kept up his assault, which was becoming exceedingly difficult with her bucking like a wild bronco until finally she gave one piercing cry and became mostly still. Her body still trembled, but he believed her orgasm was over. 

Finally, she looked up at him happily, and seeing his own proud grin smeared with her pussy juices, she pulled him to her and kissed him passionately. He found it erotic that she did that with her body fluids on his face. 

For Megan, she hadn't had an orgasm like this in a long, long time. Certainly not with the girls, and maybe not even with her husband the last several times he'd been home. 

Megan didn't skip a beat while catching her breath. She sat up, and with Josh up on his knees, she grabbed for his shorts, tugging on them while kissing his belly. "Now, it's my turn." She jabbed her tongue into his naval, and he was amazed that he felt an electric charge. Yanking his shorts down, she stuffed his boner into her mouth hungrily. "I'm glad you have such a nice dick." 

That compliment caused his cock to swell and she attacked it even more ferociously. She took it as far into her mouth as she could, and while she could not deep throat him, he was not the least bit disappointed. Even after only a couple of minutes, she was already light years ahead of any other blow job he'd ever had. When she eased down and sucked his balls, he thought he'd blow his wad right then and there. 

Sensing that her son was on sensory overload, Megan backed off, not wanting him to come yet. She rotated him around and pushed him onto his back. She let him catch his breath for a couple of seconds, before touching her lips to his. After a brief tongue-embracing kiss, she reached behind her, grabbed his cock and guided it into her pussy. She let it sink in slowly. 

A high-pitched sound of pleasure emanated from his throat as the sensation of his cock in his mother's pussy registered in his befuddled brain. He'd thought licking her pussy had been a thrill, and her sucking his cock unbelievably amazing, but this . . . he couldn't even think of a word to describe the magnanimity of it. It was heaven on earth. And if this was his only trip to that lofty place, it was more than enough. 

For Megan, it was no less of an exhilarating experience for her. Just the feel of that hard rod stuffed inside her was almost a revelation. She hadn't realized how desperately she needed this, and it lessened any consideration of impropriety, although, by now, she was really way beyond that. Sorry, Sara and Sherry; don't know what the future holds for us. 

Megan sensed that Josh was trying to maintain a moderate pace, possibly to heighten his senses. But her goal was different. Her orgasm from his fingers was unmatched. But she had no doubts that a climax from his cock would unquestionably be mind-blowing. So she was unable to prevent herself from fucking him hard. She was riding a bucking bull. 

"Oh, that's so good," she whimpered. 

It suddenly occurred to Josh that with all the excitement he was experiencing, he had overlooked one very important item. He reached up and grabbed each of his mom's big tits in each of his hands. 

As she bounced away on his dick, she could see that he was enthralled with what he held in his hands so she bent down to enhance his grasp. 

Through applied pressure, Josh got his mother to turn around and face away from him. She barely missed a beat in doing so and it enabled him to have better hold on her tits. 

"Oh, yes," she yelled. "Now, you can go deeper!" 

And she was right because it did seem as though he was penetrating further into her vagina. It felt divine, so much so, he made each thrust count with strong jabs. 

"That's right. Just like that." She accompanied that with matching pumps of her hips. 

They both concentrated on their movements, which resulted in Megan achieving another brain-jarring orgasm. Her body shook and trembled as before until she wrung every ounce of pleasure from it that she could. Completion left her giggling. 

Josh was still thrusting upward, and Megan realized he still hadn't come. The look of intense concentration on his face told her he was laboring to attain his own climax. She knew just how to help him. She rolled over onto her back and maneuvered him to straddle her. 

"Fuck my tits," she said plainly. 

Josh looked her in the eyes with widened pupils of his own and a wicked smile crossed his face. He slid his dick between those magnificent orbs. It wasn't as velvety as her wet pussy, but to be able to do this between the boobs that his friends had always lusted after was the ultimate prize. 

Megan grabbed his cock and pulled it to her mouth to lather it up for ease of movement. Then she let him have his way. 

Josh had never done a slide job between the breasts. But this slide job between these breasts had him spurting white cream all over them in record time. Not only was it his best orgasm ever, but seeing those big breasts covered with his semen was the ultimate icing on the cake. 

A few minutes later, Megan asked, "So, now how do you feel about being naked with your mother?" 

With a huge grin, Josh remarked, "Who needs clothes?" 

* * * 

And so went the weekend, a seemingly non-stop pursuit of lust among all the players. Sherry's prophecy had been correct. The women had mistakenly believed that what they had to been getting from each other had been satisfying, but what they really needed was not what they had been getting. Now that they had gotten what they needed, how addictive would it be? Would this addiction ever completely satisfy them? 

Or was it a question that blissful minds could even answer? 

Where did they go from here?



Where Do We Go From Here? Ch. 04



"So, who fucked their mom this weekend?" 

Edmund swerved the car as though avoiding something, but the question caught him off guard. They were returning to school later than usual on Sunday afternoon. "Very funny, asshole!" 

"Must have been you," Rick accused. 

"I'm not even going to dignify that with an answer," Edmund shot back. 

"You're mighty quiet, Josh," Rick noted. 

Josh knew that Rick would continue screwing with him and Edmund until one of them said something to put him in his place, so without thinking he was giving anything away, he announced, "I actually glimpsed my mom's tits." 

Edmund nearly swerved again. "Details, dude." 

"I was passing her room to do laundry and her door was slightly ajar, enough for me to see in. I happened to look just as she came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. She dropped the towel and began dressing." At least most of that was true. 

"How did they look?" Edmund asked, almost drooling. 

Now it was Josh's turn to have some fun with his friends. "Perfectly round! No sag. Fantastic." 

"And what else," Edmund wanted to know. 

"That's it," Josh answered. "She got dressed and I moved on to avoid getting caught." 

"Lucky bastard," Edmund accused. "Well, since you admitted that, I got to see my mom's ass. Similar situation. Only for a second. But it was nice and round. Very shapely. That image will stick in my mind for a long time. What about you, Rick?" 

"I think you guys are full of shit. I think you're just fucking with me." 

"Aw, what's the matter? Didn't get to see anything?" Edmund teased. 

"Fuck you." 

The truth was, all three had spent the entire weekend having sex with their moms, which explained their late departure. None of them were in any hurry to return to school. No one really wanted to talk much because each was preoccupied with reliving that spectacular time. It would be a long, boring week. 

* * * 

Strangely, Sherry did not hear from Sara or Megan Sunday evening and all day Monday. Prior to last week, that would not necessarily have been unusual. But given their newfound "closeness" she expected some contact. However, after a weekend of almost non-stop fucking, sucking and carrying on, Sherry was thankful for the respite. 

She and Rick had worn minimal clothes because those items came off frequently and anywhere the mood moved them: of course, the bedroom, but also in the shower both days, numerous times on the sofa, dining room chairs (the armless ones), the kitchen counter and even multiple locations on the floor. 

Sherry finally called the girls over for coffee Tuesday morning, and while both showed up, neither was dressed for sex. "I was surprised not to hear from either of you yesterday." 

"I wasn't feeling well," Sara lied. "Might have been something I ate. I'm a little better today, but I'll sit out any activity today." The truth was she had been so well and truly sexually satisfied over the weekend that nothing the girls could do would come anywhere near what she had experienced. It would be like following up the best champagne with cheap beer. 

"I'm just tired," Megan advised. "Josh had a lot of homework which he needed considerable help with," was her falsehood. "I'll pass on today, also." 

"Wow!" Sherry said. "We haven't been together since Thursday. I would think you two would be climbing the walls right now." 

Both merely shrugged, and then Megan said, "Before you joined our little club, there were times when we did go several days without doing anything." 

Sherry nodded. She was just as content not to do anything, but she didn't let on to that. What did occur to her was that she knew the reason she didn't want to; what really was theirs? 

* * * 

The boys shared an apartment that was typical of many college campuses. It wasn't a dormitory, but rather an actual apartment for college students. It had three individual bedrooms with locking doors so that roommates could have privacy and keep their belongings safe. They shared a common kitchen and living area. 

In the privacy of his own bedroom, Edmund was having difficulty concentrating on school. The reason, of course, was his new found love for his mother. He'd had more sex last weekend than he'd had in all his life before. He couldn't wait to go home this weekend, and he didn't know if he could make it the entire week. 

The fact that he'd had sex with his mother was not an issue to Edmund. They were consenting adults, they both needed it and had been there for each other when they needed it. They only real concern was that it was a questionable societal issue, and as such, must be kept quiet. Of course, it was possible that the sex had been so good that his judgment was impaired. But so what? 

* * * 

Sequestered in his own room, Josh was experiencing similar feelings. He couldn't get his mother's fantastic body out of his mind, and of course, the incredible sex went without saying. He was mildly concerned about the fact that she was his mother, but it was extremely difficult to let that outweigh the amazing experience. 

A part of him wished he could talk about it to his friends. Not to boast about it, but rather to get their impressions. The three had grown up together and had shared many life experiences. But given their recent discussions about their mothers, he feared they would only razz him; either that, or they might really have a problem with it, despite the brazen talk. 

Regardless of the implications, this was one life experience he could never or would never have passed up. 

* * * 

There was no other place for Rick to be so he was also alone in his room—and wondering why. Normally, in the evenings, he, Edmund and Josh would be in the living room watching television, and if there wasn't anything good on, they'd watch porn on one or the other's computer. But those two had been acting strange all week, keeping to themselves quite a bit. Both brushed it off as having a lot of school work, but they were all majoring in technology, had many of the same courses, although not always in the same class and with the same professors. However, the curriculum was all the same, so they shouldn't have any more homework than he did. And he hadn't had much lately. 

He asked each if anything was the matter, but both brushed it off. 

He decided to watch porn by himself. Of course, he found a good video about a guy and his mom. It made him horny for his own mother and he couldn't wait to get home this weekend. Then a brilliant idea occurred to him. He didn't know if she would go for it, but it wouldn't hurt to ask if she'd let him film their fuck sessions. Then on evenings such as this, he would relive those exciting weekends. Maybe she'd want to have some videos to keep her company all week. 

It took three separate flicks to get him hot enough to jerk off, and then only after thinking of his mom. 

* * * 

Megan felt bad about having to put Sherry off again on Wednesday, even though she could feel the effects of the past weekend beginning to wear off. After all, she and Sara had worked hard to finally get Sherry to join them in bed, and now that she was more than willing, Megan was not. Sara claimed to still not be feeling well. 

However, between thoughts of her weekend with her son and the previous week with Sara and Sherry, by Thursday Megan was ready again. Now, that she'd had time to come down from her sexual high and think rationally, she was able to put in perspective the satisfaction she received from the girls and from her son. With Sara and Sherry, orgasms were powerful, but not as intense as they were with Josh. Both were quite satisfying, and it occurred to her that it had been so long since she'd climaxed from a cock that to have had that element return, and then so rapt, it masked the relaxing pleasure she received from the girls. 

With Josh returning home on Friday and the prospect of another highly engaged weekend, it would be nice to start with the tender loving Sara and Sherry would provide. She called and invited them for drinks Thursday afternoon. 

* * * 

Sara arrived first, so she and Megan sat on the sofa and waited. They were both dressed in short dresses. A bottle of white wine chilled on the coffee table. 

"Feeling better?" Megan asked. 

"Yeah, all better," Sara answered. "Just in time for the weekend and Edmund." She made it sound like a chore, but she really couldn't wait. However, she'd also had thoughts similar to Megan's about her "close" relationship with the girls. "Sorry, I messed up our week. You and Sherry could have gotten together." 

Megan shrugged it off. "It was just as well. Gave me a chance to get caught up on housework and things I didn't get to last week and over the weekend. Although, I got the sense Sherry was a little miffed. I wonder where she is." 

"Yes, it occurred to me that we finally got her to join us and when she really wanted to, we didn't." 

"Well, that's the way it goes sometimes. Besides, it keeps it from getting out of hand." But with Sara sitting close beside her, Megan actually thought she was becoming aroused. "Well, I don't know what's taking Sherry so long. We might just have to start without her. Some wine?" 

"Actually, I'd like some of this." Sara was also becoming somewhat stimulated being in such close proximity to Megan. She turned toward her friend and they both knew what Sara was talking about. Their lips came together. 

Sara let her hand drop to Megan's lap and the latter placed her hand on the former's shoulder. The kiss quickly escalated to a French kiss. One hand of each found a breast of the other. Megan's hand dropped to Sara's leg, pushing up her hem. Sara's legs automatically spread, opening the way for Megan's hand to move. Sara's hand did the same to Megan, but they only rested their hands on each other's pussies as they continued to taste each other's lips. 

But it was difficult not to let fingers dance around— 

"Hey, don't start without me!" 

"We got tired of waiting. Where have you been?" Megan asked. 

"Sorry. Just as I was leaving my mother called. Had to talk for a couple minutes." 

"Well, come sit here between us so you don't feel left out," Megan said, sliding over and patting the space between her and Sara. 

"I was beginning to think we weren't going to get together again," Sherry remarked. "Thought maybe I had done something to offend you two." 

The other two women both chuckled. 

"Sometimes it happens," Sara explained. "We have had weeks where we don't get together very often. You were worried last week about this getting out of hand. Well, that's how we prevent that." 

"Touché," Sherry conceded. 

"And I thought we should get some time in before the boys come home tomorrow," Megan added. 

"That was wise," Sherry agreed happily, putting her arms around both of her friends. She then turned to kiss Sara. It was soft and slow with a lot of tongue. It was a girl kiss, quite different from Rick, even with tongue. After a minute, she stopped. 

"That was good," Sara commented, also thinking how different it was from Edmund. 

Sherry then turned to Megan, whose lips were eagerly pursed and ready. 

Megan's hand found its way onto and up Sherry's leg, while Sara had a hand on Sherry's breast. Sara slid the strap from Sherry's dress off her shoulder, replacing it with her lips. When Megan and Sherry stopped kissing, Sara used the moment to pull Sherry's dress down, exposing her breasts. 

The women on either side each latched lips onto one of Sherry's nipples. That was one thing Rick couldn't do, Sherry thought wryly. Having both tits sucked at the same time was heavenly. Megan stopped and applied her lips back to Sherry's. Her hand went down between Sherry's legs, and before long, her dress was up around her waist. A moment later, they were pulling her panties off. 

As though orchestrated, Megan and Sara spread her legs and took turns licking her pussy. It was interesting that theirs were practiced tongues, whereas by comparison, Rick's were inexperienced. In a strange twist, they fingered her wet vagina, and with coated digits, held them up to her mouth for her to lick off. It was unusual and erotic. 

After a few minutes of this, Sherry pushed Megan to stand and pulled the top of her dress down to her waist. Sherry sucked her nipple, while Sara stood and applied her lips to Megan's. Sherry's hand latched on to Megan's dress, pulling it down over her hips. Megan stepped out of it, revealing a thong she was wearing. Of course, that was instantly removed also. 

Sherry then stood and removed her dress completely. Sara was doing likewise. They pushed Megan back down on the sofa, spread her legs, and Sara dove on her muff. Megan came to the same realization as Sherry, noticing the experience levels between Sara and Josh. Sherry sucked her nipples and kissed her. She also kept an eye on Sara and was amazed at her friend's skill in cunnilingus. She used her tongue as an instrument. It occurred to Sherry that Sara may have had more experience than she let on. She had Megan whimpering. 

Sara and Sherry swapped places, but the latter didn't think she could offer the same skill. Megan's continued moaning offered disagreement. Sherry attempted to copy what she'd seen Sara do. 

After a few minutes, Megan got up and let Sara sit for her turn. Megan went down on her friend. Sara and Sherry took turns sucking each other's nipples. Sherry also studied Megan's technique and determined that she was as adept as Sara. Sara's vocalizations signified her approval. 

The three women paused to sip wine for a couple of minutes. 

When they returned to action, they laid Sherry down on the sofa. Megan went down on her pussy while Sara squatted over Sherry's face. Sara and Megan were being unusually gentle and Sherry wondered why. Still, she copied their pace. Sherry used tongue and fingers on Sara as she felt Megan doing the same on her. 

As Sara knelt on the floor to suck Sherry's nipples, Sherry became curious why this was not escalating. Though there were moans and cries of pleasure, none of them were becoming overly aroused. Certainly, none of them were on the verge of an orgasm. It was almost as though they were just going through the motions with no expectations of achieving any more. It was quite perplexing. 

Sherry stopped and sat up. "Are the two of you not in the mood today?" 

"What do you mean?" Sara asked. 

"You just don't seem interested in doing this. Given the way this week has gone, I wonder if you've been getting together without me." 

"No, no, of course, not," Megan said in denial. But the expression on hers and Sara's faces told a different story. 

"Well, something is going on," Sherry accused. "What?" 

"There's nothing going on," Sara emphasized. "I'm into it. I didn't get any sense that either of you weren't." 

"Are either or both of you or maybe getting it from somewhere else?" Sherry asked, rising to dress. 

"Sherry, don't be ridiculous," Sara pleaded. "Where are you going?" 

"Let me know when you're ready to talk," Sherry shot back. 

"What the hell!" 

* * * 

"Dudes," Edmund said as the three gathered in their living room having returned from the day's classes. "How does your day look tomorrow?" 

"What do you mean?" Rick wanted to know. 

"Any important classes or anything else going on?" 

"I don't think so." 

"Me either," Josh advised. "Why?" 

"Mind if we head home tonight?" Edmund hesitantly asked, visions of his naked mother dancing in his head. 

Thinking of what awaited him at home, Josh eagerly answered, "Sounds good to me." 

Rick had no problem with it either, but given his friends' unusual behavior during the week, and now this eagerness to go home early aroused his suspicions. "I guess that's okay," he casually answered. "Any particular reason why?" 

"Uh, uh, no, not really," Edmund stammered. "Just . . . tired of being here." 

"Anxious to see your mom's ass again?" Rick teased. 

Shaking his head, Edmund threw it back. "Yeah, that's it." 

Josh was snickering. 

"You too?" Rick said. "Can't wait to see those tits?" 

"Grow up," Josh reprimanded. 

"I don't know," Rick said. "How long we been doing this? I can't remember you guys ever wanting to go home early. Ever since we've been joking about our mothers, you two have been acting strange." 

"You finished?" Josh challenged. "Because it's your turn to drive." 

Obviously, Rick had gone too far because his friends were silent the entire trip home. When they pulled up in front of Edmund's, it was surprisingly dark. A glance down the street showed Rick's to be likewise unlit. Yet the lights burned brightly at Josh's. "Seems as though they might all be there," Rick noted. 

"Yes, it does," Edmund agreed. "Let's surprise them." 

They entered from the back. 

It was Josh who said, "What the hell?" 

* * * 

Sherry wasn't sure who was in the more compromising position, but as they were all stalk naked, it probably didn't matter; they were all on equal ground. She finished dressing as Megan and Sara scrambled to jump into their clothes. She kept a keen eye on the boys while they haphazardly dressed and curiously noticed that none of their sons appeared shocked or appalled by what they saw. On the contrary, they seemed in awe and excited by it. She could understand the reaction from Rick because of what they had shared and what he knew of her sexual appetite. But the real surprise was seeing the exact same expressions on the faces of Josh and Edmund. 

A sidelong glance at her friends was actually almost comical. Sherry decided that someone needed to say something and it seemed that she was the only one with the presence of mind to do so. "What brings you boys home so early?" she asked in understated fashion. 

A stunned Edmund mumbled, "Nothing much going on tomorrow. Thought we'd just get a jump on the weekend." He could barely complete the thought long enough to finish the sentence while staring at the three beautiful women in skimpy dresses, knowing they had nothing on underneath. And then there was Josh's mom, whose hard nipples on those big tits looked like they would rip right through the material. "What's going on here?" 

"Oh, I think you can figure that out," Sherry responded. "But you should probably let your mothers explain it to each of you. Come on, Rick." He dutifully followed her out. 

* * * 

As they walked home briskly, Sherry said, "Did that shock you?" 

"Not so much," Rick answered, trying to keep pace. "How long have you and the ladies been doing the lesbian thing?" 

"For me, it started the Sunday after you and I started doing our thing. We got together that afternoon, they asked if I'd checked email and I said that I hadn't gotten around to it. They said I should. There was one from your dad saying his tour had been extended a month. Anyway, it led to a discussion about sexual needs and why we never discussed sex and how we coped with our husbands gone so much. Turns out they had talked about it and got drunk one weekend when I was away and started doing each other. They said they were afraid to approach me about it because they didn't know how I felt about sex, but because of this conversation, now they did. They tried to seduce me and I tried to resist. The thought of doing it with women was not appealing, particularly after the splendid weekend you and I had just had. 

"I finally gave in and we got together a few times last week. Still wasn't as good as sex with you, but it was better than my dildos, so . . ." Sherry shrugged. She stopped walking and looked at her son. "What are you thinking?" 

"So, are you and I still—" 

"Why do you think I was so anxious to leave just now?" 

It was Rick's turn to shrug. "Guess it's something for you to do during the week. Wish I could be a fly on the wall! Seeing all of you naked was hot!" 




Where Do We Go From Here? Ch. 04



"Why do guys like to see women have sex together?" Sherry wondered aloud as she resumed walking into their house. 

"I don't know; just a guy thing." Rick was just following her and she led him into her bedroom. 

Sherry took his bag, dropped it on the floor, pushed him down on the bed and said, "Well, here's a girl thing," and pounced on top of him. 

* * * 

"Guess, we should go also," Sara said, a minute after Sherry and Rick left. The expression on Edmund's face was a mixture of excitement and confusion. He followed her out. She didn't say anything until they were safely inside their home. 

"Sorry we barged in on the three of you like that," he said nervously. 

Sara was not mad at her son, so she smiled. "We've all always had an open door policy, so we can't blame you for doing something you've always been allowed to do. But I guess I owe you an explanation also." 

"I wouldn't say you owe me one," Edmund respectfully replied. "But I would be interested in knowing more." 

Chuckling nervously, Sara said, "I'm sure you would." She took a deep breath. "You know with your father gone so much, I get lonely and . . . and I . . . I—" 

"Have sexual needs." 

"Yes. I guess we kind of discussed that last weekend. Anyway, shortly after you boys started college, Megan and I got together one evening and had a little too much to drink. We started fooling around innocently and, well, it turned out not so innocent. We decided we liked it and it filled a void and we kept doing it. Sherry just got involved a couple of weeks ago. After you and I did . . . what we did last weekend, I wasn't much in the mood for them this week, so tonight was the first time this week we got together. Megan was okay with that, but Sherry was a little annoyed." 

"What about us?" Edmund was eager to know. 

"Well, as I said, after last weekend, I wasn't too interested in being with women this week." 

"So, you were waiting for me to come home this weekend?" 

"Yes." 

Edmund breathed his relief. "I'm glad. You're the reason I wanted to come home tonight. I didn't tell the guys that and there really was nothing going on tomorrow." 

"Aw, that's sweet, honey. And I'm anxious to get started, but I feel bad about Sherry. I need to go talk to her first. Maybe you can come and occupy Rick while I take care of that." 

"Sure, mom." 

* * * 

After Sara and Edmond departed, Josh took a seat very close to his mother. 

"Well, I guess you and your friends got an eyeful," Megan observed. 

"Yeah. No offense, mom, but they will be thrilled to have seen your tits." As he said this, he reached out and fondled the nearest one. 

"I guess I shouldn't be surprised that you boys talk about that." 

"We all think that all three of you are very beautiful. So, to be able to see all of you naked was quite a treat. And now to imagine the three of you doing each other, that's really something." 

"I guess you would like to know why we were, as you say, doing each other." So, without waiting, she gave him an explanation almost identical to the one Sara gave her son. 

And his concern was exactly the same as Edmund's. 

"So, that's all you're worried about? Being able to screw me." 

"No, no, I . . . I—" 

With a giggle, Megan reassured him. "Relax, Josh, I'm just teasing. Nothing has changed. I've been waiting as anxiously as apparently you have. Is that why you came home early?" 

"It was Edmund's idea, but l readily agreed. Of course, I didn't say why." 

"Well, that was smart." Megan placed her hand on his crotch. "And you're obviously ready." 

"For you, always." 

"I am, too. But there's something I need to do first. I feel bad about how it ended with Sherry. I'd like to go talk to her first. Would you come with me and talk to Rick while I talk to his mother? Be interesting to hear his take on what you all saw." 

"Yeah, mom. No problem." 

* * * 

Their street was well-lit so Megan and Sara easily spotted each other heading toward Sherry's. 

"You felt bad about Sherry also?" Sara asked with an all-knowing grin. 

With a look of defeat, Megan nodded once in a deep dip. She pulled Sara away from the boys. "How are we going to convince her? If she didn't believe us before, why would she now?" 

"I don't know. We'll just have to try." 

As they discussed remedies, Edmund and Josh looked at each other with big grins. 

"That was hot!" Edmund remarked in a whisper. "Wish we'd been quieter. Imagine what we could have seen!" 

"Your mom's ass is great," Josh said. 

"So were your mom's tits. Man, I'd be sneaking looks at them whenever I could." 

"You have a problem with what they were doing?" Josh wanted to know, remembering that his mom wanted him to ask Rick, so why not Edmund also. 

"Nah, you?" 

"No." 

"Would've been great to see them in action." 

"Yeah, you already said that." 

"Come on, boys," Megan said. 

There were few lights on in Sherry's home. It was too early for her to be in bed. Maybe she and Rick went out to dinner, but a walk up the driveway revealed that both cars were present. Sara tried the back door and found it unlocked. She entered and could hear a faint sound coming from the bedroom, which also seemed to be the only source of light. Signaling Megan to join her, she moved farther in as the sound became slightly more discernable. Moaning? She pointed with a questioning look. 

Megan's mouth opened wide and she put her hand to her mouth. "Is that what I think it is?" she whispered. 

Sara shrugged. "Should we call out?" 

Indecisively, they continued their advance, forgetting about their sons, nor realizing that the boys were following. 

Now, they heard a grunt—from a male voice. Exchanging wide-eyed looks, the women stepped up their pace. 

* * * 

Sherry heard something just as Rick entered her. She didn't know if it was just her imagination, the thrill of again having her son inside her or just the sounds a home makes as it settles down for the evening. Whatever it was, her eyes naturally went to the door. "Oh, shit!" 

"Oh, shit is right," came a voice from the doorway. 

Rick swung his head toward the door. "Oh, shit!" He fumbled to pull the sheet over them. 

When Megan squeezed in beside Sara, all she could say was, "Oh, shit!" 

"Really? Is that all anyone can say?" Sherry asked as Rick covered her. "What the hell are you doing here?" 

Rick was reaching for his shorts on the floor beside the bed and slipping them on under the sheets. He eased out of bed as Josh and Edmund pushed their way into the room. "Dude!" they chimed in a tone of admiration. 

"We felt bad about how you left," Sara explained. "We wanted to straighten things out." 

"But, we weren't expecting to find you in bed with your son," Megan remarked. 

"You invaded my privacy," Sherry accused angrily, slipping her dress back on under the covers. 

"Your door was unlocked," Megan pointed out. "We always enter when our doors are unlocked." 

"And we call out," Sherry reminded, getting out of bed. "We don't sneak around." 

The boys watched as their mothers argued. 

"What are you guys thinking?" Rick asked. 

"Can't blame you one bit," Edmund said. 

"Ladies," Josh interrupted in a loud voice, "you're supposed to be friends." 

The women all stopped and turned to him, more in shock that he spoke up than because of what he said. 

"Josh, this doesn't concern you," Megan chided. "This is between Sara, Sherry and me. You boys should leave." 

"Actually, it does concern us," Edmund spoke up. 

"Edmund, please," Sara said. 

Sensing there was more to it than this, Sherry asked, "Why, Edmund?" 

He became a deer in the headlights, as though he had spoken without thinking about what he was doing. "Uh, nothing. Never mind. I . . . shouldn't have butted in." 

"No, you but you did," Sherry pointed out. She swung her head around to take in everyone. "All of you, what the hell is going on? First, Sara and Megan, now Edmund and Josh; you're all acting very strange." 

"We're acting strange?" Sara said. 

"Really, Sherry?" Megan added. 

"I thought you two came here to straighten things out?" Sherry countered. "Is that what you call this?" 

"Guys," Rick whispered, "if you know something that can stop this, now would be the time. Otherwise, this is going to get ugly." 

"I know something," Josh admitted. 

"I do, too," Edmund said. 

Josh and Edmund looked at each other wondering what the other knew. 

"Well, one of you say something," Rick pleaded. 

"Mom, you can't criticize Ms. Sherry," Josh said. 

Everyone turned to Josh, mouths agape. 

"Josh, don't tell me what to do," Megan retorted. 

"You know why," Josh reminded. 

"You should probably back off also, mom," Edmund warned. "I don't know what Josh knows, but I know what I know." 

Sara's mouth dropped open, his meaning registering. 

Sherry instantly knew. "Oh, my word, you two are fucking your sons also." 

"Wow! You, too?" Edmund asked Josh. 

Josh glanced at his friend. "You and—" 

With a huge smirk, Edmund nodded. 

"You guys are also fucking your moms?" Rick asked incredulously. 

Each merely grinned. 

The women, however; were appalled. 

"Oh, man, this is too good to be true," Edmund remarked and started laughing. 

A moment later, Josh and Rick joined in the laughter. 

Seeing the odd response from their sons, the women gradually lightened up. 

"So, how did it happen?" Sherry asked no one in particular. 

"Well, you kept going on about how much better dick was," Megan reminded. "When the opportunity presented itself, I decided to take advantage." 

Rick walked up behind his mother and put his arms around her, cupping one of her breasts. Resting his chin on her shoulder, he said, "Way to go, mom!" 

Taking his cue, Edmund copied Rick. "At least you all had the good sense to choose your sons!" 

"I have to admit, it was a good decision," Sara agreed. "And for what it's worth, Sherry, I wasn't feeling bad this week, I just wanted more cock." 

Sherry laughed. "Well, now, you've got it." 

Josh didn't waste any time in taking the same stance as his friends, except he boldly held both of his mother's tits. Feeling his erection pressed against her ass, Megan reached behind her and blatantly rubbed it through his pants. 

Sherry turned around and kissed Rick as passionately as she knew how with a lot of tongue, partially to show off for her friends. She pushed his shorts down as far as she could, but it was enough for her to grab and stroke his big dick. 

Edmund and Sara faced each other, but instead of kissing, he pulled her top down to expose her breasts and sucked her nipple. 

Leading Rick by his dick, Sherry tugged him toward the door. "Let's take this into the den, everyone. There's more room." 

The group dutifully followed, fixing their clothes as they walked, and took seats on the L-shaped sofa. They sat cozily with Megan on one end and Josh next to her with his arm around her waist. Sara was next and had no other place for her hand but on Josh's leg and Edmund was on her other side with his hand on her thigh. Sherry saw where Sara's hand was and did the same with Edmund and had her other hand on Rick's lap. 

The size of the sofa had them very close to each other. With Sherry's hand on his leg, Edmund determined that hers was fair game and lightly gripped her mid-thigh. Sherry's other hand was palming her son's cock through his shorts and she allowed her other hand to travel up Edmund's leg. She couldn't help but feel his dick as she saw his hand ease further up his mother's leg pushing her dress up with it. 

No one was saying anything. It was almost as though it was a game to see who would make what moves. 

So, Sara went for Josh's prick as did his mother. Sara spread her legs, draping one over her son's thigh. She had pulled her top back up when they walked from the bedroom, but he again yanked it down to expose her breasts. He boldly played with them. 

There was electricity in the air. Sherry was thrilled to be fondling two cocks. She looked down to see Edmund's fingers grazing her pussy as he was now doing the same to his mother. 

Everyone had huge smiles on their faces, like kids playing you-show-me-yours-and-I'll-show-you-mine for the first time. Sara had relinquished her hold on Josh's cock to undo her son's pants, so Megan took her place. As Sara fished out Edmund's penis, the other women took similar action with their son's. 

With all cocks out and standing tall, the mothers each bent over to suck their own boys. Sherry's ass was aimed at Edmund, who took advantage by stroking her pussy. On the other side, Josh did the same to Sara. A quick glance at the scene was enough to make Rick's swollen cock pulse in his mother's mouth. He heard a muffled giggle from her. His hand found its way to palm her breast as her head bobbed up and down on his rod. 

Cramped on the sofa, the women all stood. Sara impulsively swooped down and took Josh's cock into her mouth. It was just as long and hard as Edmund's, but somehow it felt different. With her ass in the air, Megan reached out and rubbed her friend's pussy, also able to survey the erotic scene. It made her glad all the secrets had come to light. 

With her hand jerking her son's dick, Sherry turned to have a taste of Edmund. Without either knowing, her thoughts ran a similar course as Sara's regarding the boys' cocks. 

Sara again stood to take a breath, and when she did, Megan was there pressing their lips together. Seeing the two women kiss caused Rick's penis to ooze pre-cum. He wondered why it was such a turn-on to see two women kiss. Maybe it was because of who the two women were. Would it be as exciting watching his mother do it? 

Climbing back on the sofa and feeling really naughty and daring, Sara rested her legs on the back of the couch, mashing her pussy against her son's face; his tongue instantly darting into her hole. She then lay nearly upside down across his trunk so she could take over his cock from Sherry. 

Sherry turned around to kiss Rick. After a few seconds, he realized where her mouth had just been, but he tasted nothing untoward and he was so horny from this group activity he almost didn't care; particularly since his mother was not letting up. She also had a firm grasp on his cock and its seemingly endless supply of pre-cum, which she smeared all over him. Seeing what was going on next to them, Sherry assumed a similar acrobatic position so she could suck and be sucked. 

On the other end, Megan's huge tits were out as she engulfed Josh's cock, making the symphony of slurping complete. 

Sara once again led the way by squatting over her son's cock and gently impaling herself. And while Sherry sat up to remove her dress—again!—Sara bent over for a mouthful of Rick's penis. Sherry threw her leg around and pressed her snatch against Edmund's mouth. He excitedly and eagerly tongued another woman. She tasted different than his mother, not better or worse, but the shape and feel of her vagina was different. His cock swelled inside his mother. 

On the other end, Megan had stripped down and was riding Josh, her tits squashed against his face, one nipple finding its way between his lips. 

With their pussies all being pleasured, the second movement of the women's symphony was a cooing and moaning chorale. 

"A moment, please," Edmund said. 

Extricating themselves from him, Sherry and Sara kissed while he stood to remove his clothes. Sherry had both arms around her friend holding both of the woman's tits in each hand and rolling her nipples in her fingers. Rick grinned as he got his wish, thinking it was even more exciting seeing his mother kiss another woman. Yet another drop of clear liquid oozed from his pee hole. 

Edmund eased in and tried to make it a three-way kiss. They actually just licked tongues for a few seconds before all breaking out in giggles. 

Megan and Josh seemed to be in their own world as she pivoted her hips on his cock and he played, kissed and sucked her great breasts. 

Sara and Sherry swapped sons to suck their cocks. Each boy independently thought that the other's mother was good at fellatio, but hard-pressed to think one was better than the other. Just being sucked by two different women was far better than attempting to determine which was more adept. 

Finishing undressing while she sucked him, Edmund then turned Sherry around. She knelt on the sofa allowing him to enter her from behind. Although her pussy felt quite different from his mother's, this too, was less important than being able to stick his dick in a different pussy. 

Rick was able to reach out and play with his mom's tits. 

Megan and Josh had turned around with her kneeling on the sofa and him entering from behind. This enabled Edmund to get one of his biggest wishes by twisting slightly to palm one of Megan's magnificent tits. To make it even better, without losing contact, Edmund rotated and dropped to sit pulling Sherry with him. 

Now it was Rick's turn to stand and strip. While he did so, Sara migrated over to Josh, reaching between his legs to cup his balls as he pounded his mother. Sara also rubbed Megan's clit against Josh's cock. Both let out howls of pleasure. 

With her son unattended, Sherry pulled him toward her and swallowed his dick as she bounced up and down on Edmund. 

Josh decided to join the others in removing his clothes, so Megan moved to the floor, sitting down. Sara knelt before her and the two played with each other's tits. Finishing quickly, Josh wanted to become part of the action. Megan pushed Sara onto her back, spread her legs and went down on her pussy. Sara summoned Josh over, he knelt and she grabbed his dick and sucked it. He couldn't help but be mesmerized by the sight of his mother performing oral sex on Sara. Of course, she had admitted doing it, but actually seeing her do it, was right up there with fucking her and playing with her tits. 

Seeing the amazement on her son's face, Megan reached for his hand and pulled it down to Sara's pussy. She spread the woman's vulva and let Josh do the fingering. 

A threesome with another woman and his mother; life couldn't get much better! That is, until they laid him down and Sara went down on his cock while his mom sat on his face. But all Sara really did was get him good and wet before moving up and sticking his lubricated cock inside her pussy. And she was actually fucking him. Megan turned around on his mouth to face Sara. She pushed Edmund's mom to recline, and as the woman slid to and fro, she jabbed her tongue against their genitals. Sara stopped and pulled back to let Megan attack her clit, and Josh could feel tongue action against the tip of his dick. 

With all this attention, Josh wasn't sure how long he could hold out without letting loose a gusher; particularly with Sara riding him. But it seemed she was more wound up than he was because he could sense her moans intensifying, not to mention the variety of her gyrations: sliding back and forth, rotating her hips in a circle, bouncing up and down. This woman really knew how to fuck, coming in a screaming, shuddering orgasm. She pulled Megan to her and they kissed as she finished herself off. 

Breathless and grinning, she rolled onto her back panting heavily. 

"Now, do me," Megan begged her son. 

But she was his mother and he was all too willing. She lay on her back and he fucked her missionary style. He determined that she was as ready as Sara had been because she grabbed his hips and controlled their pace, albeit a fast one. He could feel her pussy muscles gripping his cock as he pumped. He'd never felt a woman do that before and he prayed she would climax soon because if she kept that up, he might not be able to pull out in time. But a moment later, she was thrashing her head from side to side, shouting, "Yes, YES, YES!" before exploding. 




Where Do We Go From Here? Ch. 04



Josh tried to hold out to allow her to finish, and he thought he did, but he had to quickly pull out before spraying what seemed like gallons of cum all over her pussy, abdomen, and a few squirts even reaching her tits. He rolled onto his side next to her with his cock still resting on her side. 

And then much to his complete surprise, Sara was licking his semen off of his mother's pussy. She then swiped a big glob from Megan's abdomen and laid on top of her smearing his jism between them. To top it off, and eke out a couple of stray drops from his cock, Sara pressed her lips to his mother and the two shared his cum. 

If that didn't beat all. Josh had of course seen cum-swapping in movies but to see two women he knew doing it, one being his mother, and the cum being his own, he almost felt he could jerk himself off to another orgasm. 

Meanwhile, back on the sofa, Sherry eased off of Edmund and knelt in front of Rick to continue sucking her son. She wiggled her ass at Edmund, who got the message and kneeled behind her to fuck her from the rear. 

"Oh, Ms. Sherry, you feel so good," Edmund moaned. 

"Edmund, you've got your dick in my pussy. I think we can dispense with the Ms." 

"Yes, Mam." He started pumping harder because he was ready to cum, not only from drilling his friend's mother, but from watching the hot action from Josh, Megan and his mother. When he saw his mother licking Josh's cum from Megan's pussy he was ready, but he held out a bit longer. Now . . . "Uh, Ms. . . . I mean, Sherry, I'm gonna cum." 

Sherry quickly turned around and opened her mouth and at the sight of that, it was all Edmund could do aim his cock before spraying his load all over her lips, teeth, tongue and probably tonsils. He shot so much, she couldn't take it all and streams dribbled down her cheeks and chin. Depleted, Edmund fell back on the sofa. 

Sherry grinned at him with his spunk all over her face. Megan and Sara were there to clean her off with their tongues and three exchanged kisses and swapped cum. 

The evening had started with the others walking in on Sherry and Rick and so it would end with them watching the mother and son. 

Sherry leaned in and whispered something in Rick's ear. His eyes widened and he complied as she knelt on the sofa in front of their audience and he stood and entered her from the rear. He fucked his mother in moderate, deliberate strokes. Her pussy was so wet, all could hear the slurping sounds of his dick sliding in and out of her and the slapping of his balls against her skin. 

She even offered verbal accompaniment. "Yeah, baby, that's it. Fuck your mommy. Give it to me good. Oh, your cock feels so good slipping in and out of my hot, wet pussy. Oh, yeah, that's it. Oh, you feel so good." 

Rick couldn't see behind him but he could hear the others' breathing becoming heavier. And with everything the others had done, he didn't really need the extra stimulation. In fact, he couldn't take any more arousal and started to pump harder. 

"Yeah, baby, harder. That's it. I'm coming. Yeah, yeah keep it up. Aaaaaahhhhhhh!" A string of more unintelligible sounds followed. 

Rick added to it as he felt that familiar stirring in his balls, and then he rapidly reached a point where he couldn't control it anymore and he blasted the inside of his mother's pussy—the whispered instruction she'd given him minutes earlier. Damn, it felt so good and he thought he could go on forever. He kept pumping as he felt an amazing amount of semen jetting out of his cock into his mom's vagina; so much so, his continued thrusts were forcing it back out and down her legs. 

Rick became weak and lightheaded as he finished and he fell over onto the sofa, taking his mother with him, his cock never vacating her dripping snatch until it completely deflated and exited by default. 

"Wow! He came inside of her. That was hot!" Edmund exclaimed. "Wow! This whole evening was hot. This has been the second best sex I've ever had!" 

"The second?" his mother repeated, somewhat chagrined. 

"Yeah. The first was our first weekend together." 

"That's my boy," Sara beamed. 

"I'd have to agree," Rick said, still trying to catch his breath, still in awe that his mother let him come inside of her. That was the most incredible experience of his life; sexual or otherwise. 

"So, would I," Josh concurred. 

"We raised some good sons," Megan said proudly. "But you were right about one thing, Sherry." 

"Just one?" she joked. 

"It just keeps escalating." 

"What does that mean?" Josh asked. 

"When Sherry got involved with Sara and me, she wondered how far we would go to keep satisfying ourselves sexually," Megan explained. 

"None of us thought we would go this far," Sara added. 

"Did you boys know you had three such horny mothers?" Sherry asked. 

"I'm pretty sure you didn't hear any of us complaining," Rick noted. 

"Actually, the only thing I could complain about," Edmund said, tongue-in-cheek, "is hunger. Anyone interested in ordering pizza?" 

"Sure," Josh agreed, "but who's willing to get dressed to answer the door?" 

"I will," Sherry offered. She took everyone's order and placed the call. She then went to her bedroom to clean up and don the dress that had been on and off all afternoon and evening. 

When Sherry took a seat on the sofa again with her short dress and obviously nothing on underneath, Josh was forced to comment, "Sherry, you look as hot in that dress as you do nude." 

Everyone chuckled. 

"He's right, Sherry," Megan said. "Sometimes having little on is sexier than having nothing on. You look good enough to eat!" 

"Then eat me," Sherry challenged. 

The guys hooped and hollered their encouragement. 

"Maybe after the pizza, I'll have you for dessert," Megan joked. 

* * * 

There was a knock on the front door. 

"Can that be the pizza already?" Megan wondered. 

"I don't know," Sherry said. "Does seem rather quick. I'll go check. You guys stay out of sight." She walked through the kitchen and living room to the front door and peeked in the peephole. Oh, my god! she thought. And then on further reflection, realizing the implications, said aloud, "Oh, my god!" 

Slowly, Sherry opened the door. "Chuck! Gerald! David! What are you guys doing home? I thought your mission had been extended." She spoke loudly, hoping the others in the den would hear, but not so loud that the men would become suspicious. 

The husbands stepped in, Chuck embracing and kissing his wife. 

"It has been," David explained. "But we had to put in for re-stocking, and our home port was on the way." 

"We're on a 72 hour turnaround," Gerald added. 

"Our houses are dark," David noted. "Where are the others?" 

Suddenly, Sherry broke out in a cold sweat and turned pale, although in the dim light of the living room, hopefully they couldn't tell. "Uh, uh—" 

Suddenly, a light went on and Megan, Sara, Josh, Edmund and Rick all appeared fully clothed. Sherry breathed her relief. 

As David and Gerald hugged and kissed their wives and greeted their sons, Chuck explained to them what David had already said to Sherry, but added, "We're letting each crew member have 24 hours shore leave on the hush-hush. We're not supposed to be doing this." Chuck then hugged Rick. 

"Well, we're all glad you did," Sherry said, truly meaning it. 

"What are you guys doing home on a Thursday night?" Chuck asked. "Are you off school tomorrow?" 

"Nothing much going on at school tomorrow," Edmund explained. "So, we came home early." 

"Well, that's good," Gerald agreed. "Otherwise, we might not have gotten to see you boys." 

"We've got pizza on order, if you guys are hungry," Sherry said. 

"Oh, wow, pizza sounds great!" David said eagerly. 

"Why the surprise?" Megan asked. "We could have picked you up?" 

"As Chuck mentioned, we're having to do this very discreetly," David explained. "We're actually on a top secret mission." 

"So, of course, you can't say where you'll be going or for how long," Sara surmised. 

"Sorry, honey," Gerald offered. "You know the drill." 

She merely shrugged. "Well, somehow, we'll manage." Sara was able to wink at Megan and Sherry without their husbands seeing. 

"Yeah, we'll take care of your wives for you," Rick remarked to the frowns of the women. 

Josh and Edmund, on the other hand had to stifle smirks. 

"Consider those your orders, boys!" Chuck commanded, but proudly, with no clue to the double-entendre. 

The pizza arrived. 

* * * 

The husbands had an enjoyable and conjugal 24 hours with their wives, none the wiser of the activity that had transpired during their absence. They were gone no more than fifteen minutes when their wives and sons gathered at Sara's home to try out her huge sectional. 

"I hate to say this," Edmund said, "but I don't think I'm going to miss my dad as much this time." 

"Yeah, I know what you mean," Josh agreed. 

"I agree," Rick added. 

"Boys, boys, is that any way to talk about your fathers?" Sherry mockingly scolded. "Your fathers gave you orders last night, and by gosh, you will obey them. I know there's other things you young men would rather be doing, but your duties come first. Now, take care of your mothers!" 

Megan and Sara were giggling. 

"Yes, Mam," the sons replied in crisp military form complete with mock salutes. 

As the young men each went to his mother, Edmund remarked, "Thank, god, we still have most of the weekend." 

"And at least, another month before they return," Josh added. 

"And then what?" Sara posed. 

"Same question," Sherry noted. "Where do we go from here?" 

THE END