Chapter 4

When I returned with my porn collection in tow, I chuckled, seeing Mom anxiously perched cross-legged in the middle of the bed. The top sheets had been thrown off, providing room for both of us to sit.

Handing her my books, she kept three and passed the others back to me.

“Go through your books and retag only the aunt-nephew stories,” Mom instructed. “I’ll mark the hot brother-sister ones in these books. We’ll stage these in a place where she’ll read them. She can’t resist a book and after reading these, she’ll be hornier than ever.”

“Mom, do you actually think she’ll get excited from them?” I asked, thinking porn was more of a guy thing.

“Silly you. Women get turned on as much, if not more, when reading good erotica. Now quit trying to second-guess me and tag those stories.” Her sexy smirk was the only motivation I needed.

Having read most of the stories several times, I quickly marked three or four of the best stories in each book. When I looked up, Mom was stuck on reviewing the second book. Halfway through, she set it down, reached over to her end table, and pulled out a pair of eyeglasses.

As she slid them on, she stated, “This should speed up the process.”

They were the same style as Monica’s and had the same effect on me. My cock woke up, staring at my sexy mom. When she finished marking the last story, she looked at me while picking up the final book. Seeing my gaze, she asked, “What’s with you? You’re looking at me like it’s the first time you’ve seen me.”

“Can’t help it, Mom. It’s the glasses. Monica wears the same style. For whatever reason, they turn me on. They enlarge and enhance your beautiful eyes,” I explained, using the same compliment I had said to Monica.

“Of course, they’re identical. We bought them at the same time. Quite a deal too, mainly because we take the same size and lens strength. So they get you going, do they? Should I dress up as a nurse? Or a schoolteacher? Who in your life wears glasses like this?” she asked, her sexy smile sending shivers down my spine.

“I can’t think of anyone besides you and Monica. You both look extremely hot with them,” I professed, my gaze locked onto her beautiful eyes.

My prick stiffened and my bloated head peeked out from the split in my robe. Mom’s face turned blank, her mind digesting my fetish, when suddenly, her expression shifted to excitement. She chirped, “I got it. I know who it is.”

She pushed her glasses to the end of her nose and peered over the top of them. Her voice, deep and throaty, but professional sounding, stated, “As your therapist, I need to see your problem first-hand to make a proper diagnosis.”

Damn, she knew my stories better than I did. My prick rose to full hardness. Tearing off my robe, I walked over to the bed with my hard cock bobbing up and down.

Mom licked her lips and her eyes widened as she performed her part. Looking at my erection, she observed, “I see your dilemma. You’re lucky you requested my services. It so happens my specialty addresses your particular predicament. This looks like an advanced case of Horny Son Syndrome. I know the cure.”

Untying her robe, she parted it to the sides and stretched out on the bed, spreading her legs widely. Lifting her head to lock eyes with me, she looked through her glasses and said, “Young Man, fuck your mother!”

Needing no more encouragement, I crawled between her long legs and unceremoniously sunk my hard prick to the bottom of her soaked quim. Her smooth, slippery slot offered no resistance to my enlarged shaft. Lowering to her body, I cupped and squeezed one breast while nursing from the other. I pounded her pussy hard and fast. This wasn’t love-making, this was raunchy, hard-core fucking.

She grunted and gasped each time my fat head hit the back of her snapping snatch. Knowing I wouldn’t last long, I could only hope Mom would orgasm with me. Releasing her nipple, I moved higher to kiss her. When her glasses hit my face, she raised her hand to remove them. Intercepting her arm, I held her at bay. She understood and moved her arm to my back to pull me in tightly.

She released my mouth and panted as I pumped my shaft in and out. Moving her mouth closer to my ear, she whispered, “Fuck me hard, baby. Don’t hold back. Your prick feels bigger than ever. And the answer is yes. Yes, I will.”

My balls filled with boiling-hot sperm, quickly escalating to an orgasm. Her last words piquing my interest, I asked, “Yes, you will what, Mom?”

Her hands lowered to my ass and yanked me into her throbbing glove. Her pelvis humped up, adding to my excitement. Breathing deeply she continued, “Your speech sounded like a marriage proposal to me. Yes, I will marry you. I will be your lover, mother, and wife. Sink your hard cock to the bottom. Fill your wife with your sperm and claim me.”

Her words sent a shock wave of pleasure to my balls, which ejected a load of cum up my shaft. Moving my lips back to hers, I stared into her wide eyes as my prick exploded. My cock pulsed and jerked as it spewed out its precious batter. Her saturated pussy overflowed from the abundance of fluids we had generated. My hips slammed into her with each gut-wrenching explosion.

Fully drained, I remained buried in Mom’s warm cavern while we rested. We lightly kissed, and I backed off to admire her beautiful face. Her look of contentment produced a calming effect through me I couldn’t explain. Withdrawing my soft cock, I melded with Mom as we recovered from our sexual high.

“Jesus, Mom!” I exclaimed. “You’re so fucking hot. I can’t wait to re-enact the other stories. I’m glad you actually read my books.”

“Alex, I love to read as much as your sister. For the last several years while you were attending school, Monica spent a lot of her free time with me. Some nights we’d sit and read without any other distractions. Neither one of us can resist a good book.”

Realizing Mom hadn’t climaxed, a wave of guilt and selfishness flowed through me. “I’m sorry. You didn’t have an orgasm, did you? I became so excited when you said you’d be my wife, I lost it. Let me make it up to you.”

“No. It isn’t necessary. Let me enlighten you a little about women. We don’t have to climax every time. When I see the thrill and excitement on your face when your prick explodes inside of me, a feeling of warmth and satisfaction flows through me. Naturally, I cherish a good orgasm at times too.”

Still exuberant from Mom’s acceptance to become my wife, I asked, “Mom, you don’t know how long I’ve craved your companionship and how I secretly wished we could live as husband and wife. You were so quick to understand. Did you know how I felt?”

Mom knowingly smirked, “I knew and also how long it’s been. Well over two years. You came home whenever you could and never went out with anyone but me. From your lustful glances and the way you treated me, it was obvious you had fallen in love with me. I shared those same feelings and I wanted to tell you, but I wanted you to finish school first. Six months ago I made our honeymoon reservations for next week.”

She added, “Unfortunately, we don’t have time to continue with your sister coming over in a few hours. Take your shower while I finish the last book. I want you to conserve your strength so you can properly service my daughter.”

I rose and stood at the end of the bed. Unwilling to leave, I admired my mother’s beautiful body. My thick, white cum oozed out of her hairy pussy. Her puffy, stiff nipples, perched on top of those perfect breasts, sent a pang of life through my cock.

Mom professing her long-time love for me and the sight of her body was enough to revive my prick. I’ve never recovered so fast, but I’ve never been with a woman as desirable as Mom. Holding her ankles, I pulled her, until her pussy was at the edge of the bed.

Mom bleated, “Weeee! Thanks for the assist but I could have gotten up myself.”

Before she could stand, I raised one of her ankles to my shoulder. Her eyes widened as she looked over the top of her eyeglasses and stared in awe at my stiff cock.

“Alex, you should save your strength for later. We’ll do more tonight. I can wait,” Mom pleaded, feigning resistance, while not doing anything to halt my aggression.

Grabbing her other ankle, I lifted her other leg and positioned it.

“We don’t have time. Monica will be here soon,” she retorted, her body sending different signals. I stroked the lengths of her luscious legs propped against my body. She tossed her head back and stared at the ceiling. Her smile and lustful expression caused my prick to fully harden. I moved close enough to lodge my head at her oily entrance.

Cupping her buns and lifting her pelvis, I thrust hard to the bottom of her snug snatch. She screamed and her glasses almost flew off from the force of my hammering ram.

“Hang on to something, Mom. You’re in for a ride.” Her hands firmly clenched the sheet.

I thrust in several times as hard as the first one. Her tits lewdly bounced as I pummeled her thrashing body.

Her breathing rate increased rapidly as I fucked her with wild abandon. “Monica won’t be here for three hours and I’ll still be fucking you when she arrives if you still haven’t cum. One of your lady friends came by this morning and made me promise to satisfy my mom’s horny pussy. I’m going to fulfill my commitment, if we have to fuck all day.”

Mom groaned and croaked, “Wise woman. Do as she says. I’ve never been fucked in this position. I couldn’t have imagined it would be so wonderful. I have no control and yet, I feel so much pleasure.”

Moving my hands to the front of her thighs, I pulled her tightly to my body each time I bottomed out. Her tits rapidly heaved while she groaned and whimpered. Every half dozen strokes I’d change the angle and monitor her face in an attempt to find the most enjoyable position.

Her pussy juices flowed and oiled my drilling machine as her excitement level rose. Feeling my head scrape against a rough patch on her velvet wall, I concentrated on that area. Her pussy tightened, and I stroked faster, knowing I had hit an erogenous zone.

She screeched, “Fuck! You’re hitting my G-spot. I’m cumming and can’t stop. I’ve never felt anything like it. Keep pounding me.”

I wasn’t about to stop, relentlessly slamming my rock-hard prick through her folds. Her pussy clenched in orgasm as she gasped and screamed. Her body shook and her wide-open mouth gasped for air, her eyes filled with sheer ecstasy.

Madly sawing my prick across her rough patch, she screamed louder and her pussy clasped tighter. I wasn’t certain how many orgasms her body could take without passing out, but I wasn’t about to stop. Her head thrashed side to side as she continuously climaxed.

Watching her writhe around on my cock brought me up fast. Her milking pussy squeezed and massaged my prick in an attempt to coax my cock to explode. I knew I would soon succumb to my mother’s body. “Mom, I love fucking you. You have a horny pussy. You know the prescription, don’t you?”

She couldn’t answer as she was groaning and moaning while her body convulsed in orgasm.

“Mom, fuck your son! Shove your horny pussy back on your boy’s fat cock. Show me how a woman fucks her husband!”

Her hips slammed upward to meet my thrusts so hard I thought I might dislodge. I moved my hands from her thighs to her ass again and helped her smash her pelvis into mine. Her snapping pussy released hot goo and coated my prick with so much juice it flowed out and down her crack.

Feeling my balls tingle, I screamed, “Mom, twist your nipples.”

Her hands immediately flew to her hard tips and turned her knobs. She came again.

“Harder, Mom. Pull them and get ready for your son to cum in your hungry pussy. Here it comes, Mommy!”

She pulled her nipples up, arched her back, and frantically bucked her pelvis. It was like riding a bronc. My cock swelled, causing even more friction against her sensitive spots causing her pussy to explode with an intense orgasm. My bloated head expanded and sent shock waves of pleasure through my system. My prick lurched and bulged as I experienced my biggest orgasm ever.

My balls, unaware my reservoir had already been drained, continued to spasm. Each time my shaft jerked, Mom’s walls squeezed tightly and released more cum.

Her pussy continued to contract after my prick ceased jerking. After several more squeezes, she gasped and breathed in deeply. Feeling her body relax, I lowered her ass back to the bed. Her breasts heaved so rapidly, in an attempt to intake oxygen, that she couldn’t speak as she recovered from our blissful union.

After a few moments of enjoying our post-coital bliss, I pulled my cum-coated cock out of her drenched pussy. She sat up and immediately wrapped her mouth around my softening tool, cleaning off our combined fluids. When finished, she pulled back and rose. Hugging me tightly, her lips found mine, while her eyes locked with mine.

The eyeglasses had been discarded at some point during her thrashing, but I didn’t care. We kissed and connected as lovers after our intense coupling.

When her breathing returned to normal, she professed, “I’ve never had so many orgasms in a row. It was like I had no control. My pussy kept cumming on your magnificent cock. I couldn’t have stopped it if I wanted to. You are such a fantastic lover.”

“Thanks, Mom. It was the hardest I’ve cum, too. Your body drives me insane, along with the taboo of fucking my mother.”

We kissed before I dashed off to wash the sweat and cum off my body.

When Mom emerged from her shower, she prepared us lunch. Knowing Monica wouldn’t arrive for a couple more hours we went for a walk after we ate. When we returned, Monica’s car sat in the driveway, arriving early. Mom gleefully ran into the house to meet her.

They sat on the couch chatting when I entered, acting like they’d been apart for months, instead of a day. Not wanting to interrupt them, I hauled in my aunt’s suitcases.

Monica excused herself to unpack when she observed me carry in the last two bags. While she busied herself in her room, Mom ordered, “Get the chips and cards. It’s time for the games to begin.”

Monica spent another fifteen minutes stowing her things. She sauntered out and immediately spotted the piles of chips. She cheerfully chirped, “Are we going to play poker again?”

Mom answered, “Yes. Same as before, so if you need to change to something more appropriate, do it now.”

Monica hesitated as if evaluating her undies choice, turned, and ducked into her room.

Mom turned to me and suggested, “I left some underwear for you in your top dresser drawer.”

Removing my shoes and socks, I stripped off my pants and underwear before I opened my dresser and pulled out the shorts Mom wanted me to wear. Sliding them on, I grinned at Mom’s devious plan. They were thin and tight, my cock and balls clearly visible under the thin, silky material. Slipping my pants back on, I joined Mom in the living room.

Monica strolled out, wearing a longer skirt. I had no idea why she thought it was necessary to change her skirt when it was going to be removed anyway. We sat cross-legged as I dealt the first hand. The game went much quicker this time. Mom’s betting became more aggressive, and Monica soon followed Mom’s lead.

When it was time for Mom to remove her second piece, she unsnapped her skirt and pulled it off, instead of employing her trick from the first time we played. My eyes traveled up her long legs to her puffed out silk panties. My diverted attention made me lose my pants. Standing up, I unbuckled and slid my jeans off. Monica gasped when she saw my hardening shaft barely concealed beneath the thin material.

Aunt Monica was the last person to lose her second piece. Learning from Mom, she reached under her long skirt and returned with a pair of panties. She smiled at Mom, demonstrating how well she had learned the game.

Mom mischievously grinned back, and suggested, “We finished much quicker than last time. I think we should continue playing. I don’t want anyone to be embarrassed so the losing person can participate in an activity with the other player, rather than losing an item of clothing. If someone decides to remove a piece, we’ll play one more round and quit.”

Monica understandably looked confused. “How will that work?”

“Let me provide an example. Let’s say I win and you lose. I would give you the option of removing an item or allow Alex to give you a shoulder massage. Something simple and harmless.”

Monica smiled and replied, “Sounds fun. I’m game.”

“Me too,” I chimed.

I found it difficult to concentrate with two beautiful, scantily-clad women on display. Mom’s bare legs were a constant distraction but I managed to come in second with Mom winning the first game. It was her plan, so I thought she’d want to win the first hand.

Monica looked eager to hear Mom’s directive. Mom giggled and declared, “Okay, lose a piece of clothing or let Alex rub your stomach like a watermelon.”

We all laughed as we used to do this as children. Monica unfolded her legs and lay flat on her back. Moving closer, I placed my hands on her bare waist. She yelped and yanked my hands off of her. “Your hands are cold. Warm them up.”

Mom swiftly scooted over and kneeled above Monica’s head. She grabbed Monica’s hands and pulled her arms up and sat on them. “I guess I forgot to explain. Interference is not allowed. I’ll have to secure you until Alex is finished.”

I returned to rubbing her stomach, smiling while watching goosebumps form on her smooth skin, either from the cold or the fact I was caressing her flesh. I stroked her belly in circles as if it was a melon before exploring up to her rib cage. My eyes locked onto her heaving, perky tits, barely contained in her silk bra. My prick hardened and was dangerously close to peeking out the top.

If not for Mom telling me my time was up, I would have been content to continue caressing her smooth flesh for much longer. After we reset, I quickly acquired all of Mom’s chips.

It was an easy decision, admiring Mom’s body. “Mom, remove something, or allow your daughter to caress your legs.”

Mom immediately flattened on the carpet and stretched out. Monica wasted no time, running her petite hands over Mom’s calves. When Mom giggled, I moved over and kneeled on her arms as she had done to my aunt. Monica continued stroking higher and her eyes switched from Mom’s panties to my thinly-covered cock. When her hands neared Mom’s crotch, Mom spread her legs which caused some pubic hairs to poke out from her undies.

Monica’s breathing rate turned rapid and short. Impatient to keep the game progressing, I halted this round. “That’s enough, Sis.”

Her hands squeezed Mom’s upper thighs several more times before releasing her.

Everyone returned to their starting positions. It was time for Monica to win and for me to lose. Monica grinned, unsure of what to pick. Unable to think of a new activity she ordered, “I think a repeat would be appropriate. Allow your mother to massage your legs.”

Following the established routine, Monica secured my arms after I fell flat on my back. Mom wasted no time stroking my legs. Kneading my thighs caused my bloated head to peek above my shorts. Monica squirmed on my arms and gasped as her eyes locked onto my exposed tip.

“Enough,” Monica stuttered, having trouble speaking from her excited state. She either wanted the game to proceed faster or she wanted someone paying attention to her body.

Monica wildly bet and lost within five minutes. Fortunately, I was able to lose enough chips for Mom to be winner. My aunt’s elated face couldn’t hide her sexual excitement. She couldn’t wait for someone to use her as a reward.

Mom looked at me and then Monica before announcing her decision. “Okay, remove a piece or kiss your brother.”

There was no hesitation as Monica crawled to me and pecked my lips. Mom disapprovingly sighed. “No, I meant a real kiss. Move closer to him and wrap your arms around him.”

Keeping her body away from mine, she obeyed. Mom moved behind me, gripped Monica’s elbows, and pulled my aunt’s hot body to mine. Her bra-filled tits poked into my chest as our bodies smashed together. Monica shrieked at the sudden contact.

Mom continued, “Now, kiss him like a woman would, not a sister.”

Her lips met mine and we kissed more intensely. Mom piped, “Better. Alex, hold your sister’s head and show her how a man returns a kiss.”

My fingers ran through her scalp and pulled her head tightly to mine. Opening my mouth, I swirled my tongue across her lips. Her mouth opened and our tongues danced with each other. Her arms wrapped tighter around my back without Mom’s assistance. She pulled me closer, smashing my stiff prick into her soft stomach.

Monica remained sealed to me after Mom declared us done. Removing Monica’s arms from my back, Mom pulled me away from my clinging aunt and chastised us, “Enough, lovebirds.”

Monica’s bra still heaved after we assumed our positions for the next round. It was her time to win with Mom losing. Eager to repay Mom, she declared, “Okay, remove something or kiss your son. And no namby pamby kiss either.” She giggled in anticipation of watching mother and son kiss.

Mom hesitated before replying, “I’m not intimately kissing my son.” Reaching behind, she unclasped her bra and quickly shucked it to the floor. Her meaty breasts plopped out, fully displayed, her brown tips, hard and pointy. Taken aback from Mom’s surprise move, Monica sat speechless, staring at Mom’s bountiful bosom.

The silence broke when my aunt let out a wolf-whistle. Mom laughed, before looking at Monica, scolding her, “A well-mannered daughter doesn’t catcall her mother.”

Monica grinned and replied, “Maybe not, but a bratty sister might, so there is that.”

Mom’s breasts sexily jiggled as she giggled and turned her attention away from Monica. “Since I lost another piece of clothing, the rules are that we play one final game.”

My eyes locked onto Mom’s tits proved to be distracting but I knew for the final round Mom would want to win with Monica being the loser. It didn’t take long to end the game.

Mom looked at Monica up and down before ordering, “For the game’s finality, either remove a piece or allow your brother to massage your legs.”

It seemed pretty low-key and my aunt quickly answered by assuming a prone position, with Mom securing her arms. Monica’s face turned to admire the bottoms of Mom’s rounded breasts. My hands slid higher on my aunt’s thin, smooth legs. Pushing her skirt up as I ventured higher, I lingered on her firm thighs. Squeezing and kneading her pale flesh, I couldn’t help myself as I leaned over and kissed her leg.

She moaned while I sucked and licked her succulent thigh meat. When her strong scent filled my senses, I realized why Mom chose that activity. Thinking she had outwitted us, Monica had removed her panties. Her bare pussy lay inches away from my face and it was clearly aroused. Moving her skirt higher, I sucked my way closer to her treasure.

Monica finally realized her pussy was about to be exposed and cried, “No. He has to stop. I’m not wearing any panties. You can’t expect my brother to see my privates. Mom, please?”

I halted progress as I waited for Mom’s response. Mom finally answered, “She’s right. That might not be appropriate. Put her skirt back in place and I’ll choose another activity.”

Damn, so close to seeing my aunt’s snatch. I reluctantly backed off and obeyed Mom. Monica sighed in relief when she was covered again.

Mom’s legs continued to restrain my aunt as she reached down to Monica’s ribcage. “You didn’t object to your brother seeing his mother’s bare tits so I guess this wouldn’t be out of bounds.” She grabbed Monica’s bra and pulled it up and off her perky breasts. Her bright pink tips were as hard as Mom’s brown nubs.

She shrieked from her sudden exposure. “That’s not nice, Mom. Although I guess it’s the same as removing an item of clothing. I guess we’re done now. You can let go of me now. I think I’ve endured enough embarrassment for one day.”