Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/Fa, Teenagers, Heterosexual, Incest, Mother, Son, .

Desc: Sex Story: Two - count 'em, two! - mothers. Mothers who aren't very faithful to their husbands. Two horny sons. Extremely horny. Next door neighbors. A recipe for disaster? Or a recipe for something else? It's up to Ellie and Angie, they pretty much do as they please. The boys? Ricky and Vic are typical teenagers, thinking with their cocks. Let's see...

Let's get one thing straight, I love sex. There, that's out of the way.

My husband Derek and I moved into the Highland Park neighborhood, north of downtown Dallas right after we were married. Before real estate prices went kaboom. These days you can still find a house for under a million. Not many though.

We would have to stretch a little to buy our house today. Although Derek does pretty well as an architect for the Dallas office of a New York firm.

My name is Ellie. Stats: blonde, 5' 2". Blue eyes. At 120 pounds I think of myself as lush. Not plump. Big, full boobs, shapely butt, pretty decent gams. I'm 35.

We have one son, Eric. Known far and wide as Ricky. He's 14 and already 5 inches taller than I am. He'll be tall, like his father. Dirty blonde hair worn short.

Ricky and I lucked out, neighbor-wise.

The house to the immediate west of ours is populated by a fiery Texan-Italian family, Vito and Angie. They have one son, now 15, Vic.

Vito, an exec with the Dallas Mavericks (it's basketball -- college I think. Or maybe pro.), gives Derek free tickets all the time. Angie and I go to a game once in a while, yawn, but it's usually Derek who takes Ricky and Vic.

The two boys have been best friends since they were two.

Angie and I have been best friends since before the boys were born.

Ricky and Vic are rambunctious. They aren't juvenile delinquents, just adventuresome boys. Their fathers get a kick out of some of the mischief they get into. Their fathers also travel a lot and don't have to sort out that mischief.

A stranger to Highland Park wouldn't be able to tell which boy lived in which house. Ricky is as likely to eat dinner at Angie's while I'm feeding Vic as he is to eat at home. Or both boys are at one or the other's house. Angie and I gave up trying to figure out any pattern long ago. We just provide meals and a bed to whichever boy or boys happen to be home.

I feel like Vic is my son almost as much as I do Ricky. Who is my son, but spends so much time at Angie's that he could be her son.


I get a kick out of it when Vic sleeps at my house and Ricky is at Angie's. Angie and I have no secrets, so I know she enjoys having Ricky to herself. Angie and I are both flirts. We love shocking the boys with salty language and dirty jokes. And we don't mind showing a little skin too. Okay, sometimes more than a little.

If Ricky disappears for a couple of days, I no longer even bother to ask Angie if she's seen him. He'll be at her house. Both boys have keys to both houses and they're in and out all the time.

Our husbands, Derek and Vito, are pals.

Ricky and Vic are inseparable.

Angie and I like sex. A lot.

Angie is the opposite of me so far as looks go. She's tall, 5' 9" with black hair worn long. Legs like a runway model. Thin like a model too. Small boobs, but her nipples really protrude when she's excited.

Angie is as open as I am. We knew all of the intimate details of each other's husbands the first time we sat down for coffee. Angie said, "It's Vito's own fault that I cheated on our honeymoon. Cocksucker was always playing golf."

I knew in that instant that Angie and I were two of a kind.

I hadn't fucked anyone but Derek on my own honeymoon. I would have, had the stars aligned. I certainly wanted to. The tennis pro at our Bermuda resort. He's still on my list to revisit some day. We sext each other every month or so.

But I did fuck one of my favorite boyfriends the morning of my wedding. Twice. He was Derek's best man that afternoon. He winked at me during the ceremony. I winked back from under my bridal veil. Angie got such a kick out of that little anecdote. She said, "Shit, I wish I'd thought of that."

Angie and I would babysit for each other on those days when a lover was on tap. This was after the boys were old enough to figure things out. Before then, we'd just pop them in a crib and dance the two-bear mambo with whoever was the guy of the day. Or guys.

Angie and I both fucked a couple of lovers while our babies were nursing at our nipples. Multitasking, I believe it's called. One of mine nursed at my other breast right beside Ricky. Share and share alike.

There are some differences between Angie and me besides our looks. I like big cocks, the larger the better. Angie is mostly indifferent to size. Although Vito is well endowed. Angie told me. Plus I've seen Vito at both of our swimming pools, he packs a nice bulge.

Derek is okay, just average, around 7 inches.

Another difference, I love taking it up the ass. Angie will do it if she really likes the guy, but it isn't at the top of her list. Unless it's two guys. Double penetration is her thing. I like it well enough myself, but Angie LOVES it.

When the boys are in school, Angie and I sunbathe nude in our backyards. They're fenced for privacy and in our neighborhood the houses are pretty far apart anyway.

If we don't have a boyfriend or two scheduled, one of us will stroll over, nude, to the other's back door. We'll sip coffee in the kitchen, laughing and joking, catching up on the latest sexy gossip.

Then we'll slather each other up and lie out in the sun at poolside. I need a lot of protection because I'm fair skinned. Angie not so much. During the sunblock process, we might get each other off, might not.

Angie trims the small blonde arrow that points to my pussy. I wax her, she prefers the bald look.

I also lick Angie when she's in the mood. She doesn't lick me. Another difference, but not an important one.

If one of us has a boyfriend scheduled, the other one covers. Takes charge of both boys, whether it's for a couple of hours or all night. Our sons often sleep over, one house or the other. Again, depending on some mysterious boy formula, sometimes Vic sleeps in my house while Ricky's in Angie's.

Interchangeable boys, interchangeable houses.

Angie and I agreed early on not to fuck each other's husbands. It could lead to jealousy on their parts, anger. Who needs the grief when there's so much cock out there in the world? Although Vito is awfully tempting.

Sons? Now that's an equine of an alternative hue. Once we got them past the diaper stage, Angie and I didn't bother with their trunks as we taught them how to swim. They've skinny dipped ever since.

The boner problem? What problem?

Angie and I have been talking openly about fucking each other's kid for ages. We would look out our kitchen windows and marvel at how they could maintain erections while they raced up and down, cannonballed, went of the high diving board. Slick as seals and sexy as hell.

They slept nude too. Always had. Morning wood? Almost a given. Tented sheets in both side-by-side beds. Angie and I never complained. 
I might be shaking my son's shoulders trying to get him up for school. After I pulled the sheet off him of course.

Or I might be waking Vic. Or both of them.

Ricky, unfortunately takes after his father, cock-wise. It is a solid 6 inches or so and thick enough to do the job. Vic, fortunately takes after his father, cock-wise. Over 8 inches and thicker than Ricky.

Early one Saturday morning I was having coffee over at Angie's and she grinned, "Let's check the little cunts out."

They were upstairs, snoring softly. Ricky had a sheet over him which I carefully lifted off. Vic's sheet was on the floor. Both boys were throbbing in the morning sunlight.

Angie grinned and planted a kiss on the tip of Vic's cock. Then she did Ricky. Not to be outdone, I followed suit.

Back downstairs Angie grinned again, "Good thing you're a size queen."

I giggled, "And Vic's still growing."

"Ricky's sexier looking."

"Ricky is sexy."

We decided to fool around a little so we went over to my place. Looking at our sexy sons had heated us up a little. Angie had a certain look in her eye. And I was just in the mood to lick some pussy.

The eye candy isn't just one way. Angie is a little more careless than I am, but both our sons had seen us in various stages of undress several times over the years. And nude too.

I'm a little vain about my appearance so I wasn't exactly displeased when Ricky or Vic or both of them caught me in an unguarded moment. There seemed to more unguarded moments when Vic slept over by himself. Just a coincidence of course.

Angie told me she didn't go to any special trouble to let Ricky see her. I believe her because she has no inhibitions about telling me everything she does, thinks of doing, fantasizes about.

Another way Angie and I are alike.

I don't think our sons suspect that she and I have lovers on the side. Angie and I have active social lives that could explain our frequent absences. We belong to the same country club, play tennis, serve on various charitable committees, shop, and we go out to lunch, cocktails, and dinner frequently.

For just one example, Angie and I have regular group of good ole boys down in Houston. It's about a four hour drive, so we spend the night. When we're going to be gone for more than one night, we tell our sons we're going to drive to New Orleans. Or fly to Vegas to catch some shows.

The boys are used to it. And perfectly capable of fending for themselves.

Our husbands, we agree, are clueless. They married the girls of their dreams and haven't looked back.

So there Angie and I would be, say in a suite in the Houston Four Seasons. Both of us equally available for the five or six men who could get away from business and wives to fuck two gals who are happy to do everything they want.

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