Chapter 2

During dinner, our conversation was as if we were lovers, not mother and son. When we finished, Mom drove us to a nearby park. We strolled through the forested pathways with our arms intertwined. The loop led us back to our starting point, where a lady, reading her book, sat on a bench near our car. She was there when we pulled up, and I surmised she was Mom’s age.

Mom stopped us when we were close to the stranger. “Hi. It’s a beautiful day, isn’t it?” Mom greeted the attractive woman.

Looking up from her book, she smiled and replied, “Yes, it is. A perfect day for catching up on some reading.” Seeing our arms locked together, she added, “And strolling through the park with a loved one.”

“My son and I come here whenever possible,” Mom answered. The lady blushed, thinking we were lovers and not family. I guess Mom didn’t want to continue the charade around this woman. Maybe she recognized her.

“It’s nice you can come here together. My son is at college. I find that coming here to read helps me with the loneliness,” the lady professed.

“Understandable,” Mom quipped. “Spending time with my son is precious to me. Enjoy your day.”

Leading me to the car, she told me to remain outside. After she lowered the rear windows, she told me to get in the back seat. I figured she wanted to relax in the fresh air and enjoy the smell of the blossoming trees. Crawling in and sitting with her back on the door, she asked, “Look over my shoulder. Can you see her?”

The only person in sight was the lady we had just encountered. The distance between us was less than a hundred feet. The bench was parallel to our parked car, providing a direct line of sight. Her head leaned down, focused on her book. “The woman we met is the only one I see. Do you know her?” I asked.

“Never seen her before, but I recognized her look of longing. When I mentioned that we were mother and son, her eyes sparkled with excitement. Witnessing our close interactions, I’m certain she suspects we’re in an incestuous relationship. She deserves to see first-hand how correct she is. Strip off your clothes and keep your eyes on her. Let me know when she notices us.”

Obeying my mother, I was nude within minutes. Mom’s talented fingers massaged and stroked my cock until I was hard. The woman concentrated on her book while Mom shoved me to the far edge of the seat. Slipping off her shoes, she flopped down and flipped up her skirt, exposing her hairy pussy. Her outer lips glistened with her juices.

“Grab my ankles, put them on your shoulders, and fuck your mother,” Mom ordered.

Half-standing, I inched forward and rested her calves on my shoulders, causing her feet to touch the roof. Clutching her ass, I aligned with her slippery slot before nudging my rock-hard cock into her velvety folds. Finding no resistance from her slick walls, I bottomed out before pulling back and slamming back in. Mom struggled to fill her lungs while my ram piston-pumped her oily well.

The illicit exhibition of mother and son had made her abnormally horny. “You’re soaked, Mom. Does fucking your big-pricked son in front of a stranger turn you on?”

“Anytime I think about your cock sinking into my pussy gets me excited,” she croaked. “Keep fucking your mother, honey.”

She held onto my waist and pulled me into her with each stroke. Our panting increased, our sexual excitement escalating. The slapping sounds of our groins weren’t loud enough to garner the attention of the woman sitting on the bench.

When Mom arrived at the same conclusion, she yelled, “Harder!”

Mom’s scream worked, catching the woman’s attention. The lady set her book on her lap and shifted her attention to us. Her gaze locked onto the erotic display of Mom’s upright legs framing my bare chest. Her smile broadened while witnessing a mother and son fucking. Did she harbor incestuous thoughts about her own progeny? Her wide smile was her answer.

“Mom, she’s staring at us. She’s interested in us now, not her book.”

“Excellent. I want that horny woman to observe the pleasure on your face when you fill your mother with cum.”

Mom’s hips bucked. My pace increased while performing for our audience. Mom’s loud grunts from my forceful strokes held our observer’s scrutiny while Mom’s frantic antics spurred me to relentlessly pound her pussy.

The angle was perfect as my cock scraped along her erogenous zones. Her head banged into the door each time I thrust against her. Her pussy greased my ram, enabling me to fuck her even faster.

“My pussy is filled with my son’s giant prick. Do you like fucking your horny mother?” Mom screamed. The woman’s hand stroked her pussy underneath the bobbing book.

“I love fucking you, Mom. You’re the hottest woman in town,” I screamed. The woman’s book nearly fell off while frantically pleasuring herself.

“Shoot your load into Mommy’s pussy and give me a baby! I’m cumming on my son’s big prick!”

While I stared at our spectator, she threw the book on the ground and rapidly sawed her slot with the side of her hand.

The perverse act of fucking my mother in front of a stranger intensified the pleasure of our immoral coupling. My filled balls lewdly slapped against her ass, resulting in her loud screams of passion.

Mom’s tight pussy and her cries of bliss triggered my orgasm. “Fuck! I’m cumming, Mom. I’m going to flood your pussy with sperm. I love you so much, Mom,” I yelled loudly.

Our genitals exploded together while we openly exhibited our incestuous relationship. My eyes remained locked on the woman, allowing her to witness the look of bliss on my face when I released my semen into my mother. Her son might be in for a surprise on his next visit home.

Once my balls were empty, I pulled out. Several blobs of cum dripped onto Mom’s mound of fur. She lowered her legs and pushed on my chest to sit up. “Remain upright,” she ordered.

Flinging the door open, Mom exited and stood to the side, displaying my nude body. She slowly smoothed her skirt back in place, giving the bench lady plenty of time to admire the aftermath of our joining. The woman stared at my coated cock, knowing that moments earlier, it was buried in my mother’s pussy. Her hand was motionless. Had she cum at the same time we did?

Mom turned and faced the lady. Their eyes met, knowingly smiling at each other. As mothers, they understood the strong connection they held with their sons. Closing the door, Mom entered and sat in the driver’s seat to drive home. I would have never guessed that exhibitionism was one of my mother’s fantasies. What other secrets would she reveal?

We abstained from any more sex that day, desiring a lengthier session at night. The following night we went out for a nice dinner. When we returned home, we showered and met in the living room. It wasn’t long before Mom slowly stroked my prick while we watched the news.

“You’ve done so much for me,” Mom commented. “It’s your turn.”

There were so many different scenarios that it was hard to pick one, but an opportunity presented itself with Mom’s sister being absent. “Aunt Amber’s bed hasn’t seen action for a while. Let’s break it in.”

“Oh, kinky,” Mom chirped. “You want to fuck your mother in your aunt’s bed. Her scent will be on the sheets and pillows, so I want your nose buried in them so you can smell her while you pound my pussy.”

“Deal, Mom.”

She rose immediately and headed for my aunt’s room. She chirped, “We’ll make it an all-nighter, and I won’t clean her sheets. She can get a whiff of our sex the next time she spends the night.”

Mom was insatiable that night while we soiled her sister’s bed with our juices. Once again, we enjoyed and shared the same fantasy.

After breakfast, Mom encouraged me to divulge more of my dreams. Images of her showering flashed before my mind, and I recalled the promise I had made to myself one morning.

When she caught me staring at her beautiful face, she asked, “What’s wrong? It looks like something’s bothering you.”

“Nothing much, except that you’re a dirty girl.”

Her eyes twinkled and immediately picked up on my suggestion. “I am,” Mom responded. “I’ve been a very naughty daughter.”

That morphed into something unexpected, but I followed her lead. “Get yourself in the shower, young lady. Daddy will be in a bit to give you a thorough scrubbing.”

She jumped out of her chair and discarded her clothes on the way to our room. Our shower fuck was far better than anticipated. Mom’s multiple orgasms while pretending I was her father led me to believe that our joining wasn’t her first incestuous affair with a male family member.

We decided to take a walk in the park after our sexual bout. She didn’t bother looking for the bench lady, or anyone else. With our arms interlocked, we strolled the grounds and shared our innermost feelings. Several hours later, we headed to a restaurant.

When we arrived home after lunch, I asked Mom if she’d mind vacuuming the living room rug. She instantly knew my desires with our thoughts synchronized. Minutes later, Mom was slumped over the back of the couch with my cock buried to the hilt in her horny pussy. Within minutes, Mom screamed while I filled her fertile womb with another batch of sperm. Another fantasy checked off the list. I made a mental note that I’d need a repeat performance.

Later that night, we watched a couple of romantic comedies at a nearby theater. It was pleasant holding hands and periodically kissing during the erotic scenes.

After dining out, we returned home and finished the evening on the couch. Before ten, Mom led me to our bed. Our foreplay quickly elevated our arousal and led to us coupling as lovers. Suddenly, Mom pleaded, “Please fuck me as you did in the car. Put my feet on your shoulders and pound me.”

It was one of my favorite positions, and I didn’t hesitate to abide by my mother’s wishes. Plowing into my mother’s sodden slot felt better than ever; her breasts jiggling while I pumped her, energized me further.

“This is especially good because it’s easier for you to hit my g-spot,” Mom remarked. “Change the elevation and direction until you feel my rough patch. You’ll know when you hit it.”

Holding onto her ass cheeks, I did as instructed and shifted around until she moaned. The ridge of my swollen head scraped across her erogenous zone. Her groans of pleasure increased in volume as I serviced her sensitive pussy.

“That’s enough, Austin,” Mom croaked. “I want to last longer. Be gentle until we’re both ready.”

After ten minutes of fucking my sexy mother, her phone rang. Picking it up, she looked at me and asked, “It’s my sister, and I want to talk to her. Do you mind?”

Her mysterious tone made me suspicious. Was this another one of her fantasies? I wasn’t about to disappoint her. “Sure, Mom. Do you want me to stop?”

“No,” she ordered. Mom positioned her phone so that only her face was visible before clicking the connect button. They always used video chat. After a short greeting, they made small talk while I continued to jab my mother’s pussy.

Mom’s face flushed, and Amber asked, “Are you okay, Avery? You look like you might have a fever.”

“I’m fine,” Mom replied. “I just finished exercising. I’m a little winded.”

Mom’s mischievous smile signaled her lustful desires. Her exhibitionist fetish had expanded to fucking in front of her sibling. While the sisters chatted, I changed position and sawed my prick across the top of her channel. Her hips humped in response, and her panting rapidly increased.

When I stroked faster, her spot became bumpier. I continued to concentrate on that area which quickly accelerated her sexual excitement. Her writhing pussy strangled my plunging ram. My orgasm approached while she thrashed and humped through our intense fucking. Her face scrunched up as if she were in pain, and I knew it was from concealing her impending climax from my aunt.

“Avery, what’s wrong? Is your heart okay? I’m worried about you,” Amber asked, genuinely concerned for her sister’s health.

Blood flowed into my prick, creating even more friction when my engorged crown roughly scraped across the upper wall of her pussy.

Mom screeched, “Call me in five!” before clicking the disconnect button.

Semen shot out my stem and filled her pussy. Her walls contracted in an attempt to hold my spitting prick deeply embedded.

“Jesus, it’s a big one!” Mom screamed. “Fuck your mother, Austin. Fill me with your sperm.”

My balls needed no encouragement. They continued to eject blobs of baby batter. My jerking prick gushed with an abundance of potent semen and flooded her fertile womb. Her convulsions dwindled when my cock finished dumping my load. Feeling our fluids leak out of her slot, I shoved in one final time and remained buried to trap any more escaping sperm.

Her breathing returned to normal while she recovered. When her phone rang, her face was less flushed. Would my aunt detect the post-coital bliss displayed on my mom’s face?

“What happened, Sis?” Aunt Amber asked.

“You should know my facial expressions by now,” Mom replied. “I had to pee and was trying to hold it back. I’m fine now.”

“That’s funny. It’s the same look as when you cum,” my aunt commented, not realizing how accurate she was.

“I don’t have a lot of different expressions. They’re probably the same. Now that I can think straight, I wanted to ask you over for dinner Tuesday night. We can play some cards and watch TV afterward.”

“Wonderful,” Amber gleefully accepted. “I’ll help you prepare the meal. We’ll have so much fun. I can’t believe I haven’t seen you two for only a couple of days, and I already miss you. By the way, how’s Austin doing?”

“He’s fine,” Mom replied. “He went to bed already since tomorrow is an early-start day. I have to get some sleep, too. See you on Tuesday, Sis.”

After hanging up, Mom held out her arms and invited me to meld with her. We hugged and caressed each other’s sweaty bodies. “Thank you for satisfying my lustful needs,” she murmured. “It didn’t freak you out that I wanted to fuck my son while my sister was on the phone, did it?”

“Are you kidding? The threat of exposing our relationship added to the excitement. Nothing you do will scare me off from loving you.”

“We’ll see,” Mom giggled.

The next day, work crawled at a snail’s pace while my mind focused on my mother. A little after one, my boss Jim approached me with a big grin. “Hey, slick,” he jeered. “Upstairs called. Your mother has requested to see you.”

Jim and I had a good relationship, and we loved joking around, so I didn’t take offense to his ribbing. “Why? Am I getting my walking papers?” I asked.

He chuckled, “I doubt it because she doesn’t work in human resources. She’s interviewing today for several positions open in her department. Nepotism isn’t unheard of in this company. Maybe you’ll get lucky and get a promotion.”

Knowing Mom’s openings were opposite to my job skills, I knew it had nothing to do with work. Something must be wrong for her to summon me as she’s never done it in the past. “Guess I better get going. Don’t want to piss off one of the bosses.”

“That’s a good mama’s boy,” Jim laughed as he slapped me on the back.

Did he know Amber, as she’s the only one to call me that? I wondered what he’d say if he knew how much of a mama’s boy I was. Grinning wide, I left for Mom’s office.

Nancy, Mom’s personal secretary, greeted me with a smile, as always. Since Mom and I often carpooled, there were days I’d come up and wait for her, allowing Nancy and I to converse with each other. Her cheerful attitude was uplifting, always brightening my day. It didn’t hurt that she was an attractive thirty-year-old with a rocking bod.

“It’s good to see your boss relayed my message. I figured he’d ignore me,” Nancy grinned.

“Jim would do anything you ask. He has a huge crush on you,” I replied. Call me a mama’s boy, will he? I chuckled to myself and wondered how it would end.

Nancy blushed and changed the subject. “She’s expecting you. Let me ring her.”

After Mom replied that she was ready, I grinned and said, “If Mom isn’t treating you right, let me know, and I’ll rough her up a bit.”

Nancy giggled while I opened the door and entered Mom’s office.

“Are you flirting with Nancy again?” Mom asked.

Closing the door, I replied, “Just trying to lighten her day, Mom. Working for such a demanding boss can’t be an easy task. She appears to love it here, though. You must be good to her.”

“She was nearly terminated,” Mom lamented. “I convinced my boss to let me work with her. She had some personal problems, and after I helped her resolve them, she’s become one of the best employees here. She’s very loyal. I trust her completely.”

Three chairs were situated on top of area rugs, facing her large desk. Plush carpet covered the rest of the room’s floor. The large windows on the rear wall allowed natural light to enter and provided a great view of the distant hills. Mom pointed to the middle chair for me to sit. After seated, I asked, “What’s up, Mom? My boss thought it might be for an interview, but you don’t have any positions that match my skills.”

“Can you imagine the gossip in the coffee room if you worked for me?” she chuckled. “You’re here to help me with someone I’m promoting in my department. As with Nancy, she’s had some personal problems, and I thought you might be able to assist me. You’ll get the idea soon enough.”

After ten minutes of idle talking, the buzzer alerted us.

“Your two o’clock appointment is here,” Nancy announced.

“Send her in,” Mom replied.

The woman’s surprised look when she noticed me caught Mom’s attention. “Good to see you, Mrs. Jackson. Let me introduce my son, Austin. He had a late break and decided to visit his mother.”

I rose to meet Mom’s applicant. Her alluring smile accented her jet-black, shoulder-length hair. “Glad to meet you, Austin,” she greeted me. “I heard that you’re employed here, and when I first entered and saw you, I thought I might be competing with you for the position. I almost turned and left.”

“No worries, Mrs. Jackson,” I comforted her. “My mother and I have agreed to never work in the same department.”

She turned to Mom and said, “Please call me Anna. Mrs. Jackson sounds too formal.”

“Only if you call me Avery,” Mom quipped. “Have a seat, Anna, and we’ll begin.”

After we sat, Anna turned to Mom and queried, “Not that I’m complaining, but shouldn’t interviews be a little more private? It appears to be a little inappropriate to include your son.”

Mom grinned, “You’re right. It would be if I intended to interview you. I’ve read your resume and have talked to the people you work for and alongside you. If you want the position, it’s yours. I’d love for you to join our team.”

Anna’s rigid stature loosened, as she crossed her legs and relaxed. Her skirt rose, displaying her shapely legs. She was thin, not as slender as Amber, and shorter than Mom. I couldn’t decipher her age because her Asian attributes presented a youthful appearance. She was attractive and fit the mold of the rest of Mom’s sexually-attractive female employees.

“I would love to work for you,” Anna smiled. “Everyone I’ve talked to says you’re the best boss in the company. Thanks for accepting me.”

“You’re welcome,” Mom responded. “Your position will require you to deal with employees and their problems. I’d like you to mimic my approach. Get to know each of the people you work with and assist them in fulfilling their goals. Your workforce will work together much better if they’re not distracted with personal strife.”

“That was one of the reasons I applied for the position,” Anna responded. “I heard how you transformed Nancy, among others. Your reputation is well-known, and I’ve always admired your managerial style.”

“Thanks,” Mom said, smiling. “To illustrate how I would confide in an employee, I’d like to use our allotted time for a little role-playing. One of the more common issues I’ve seen is a parent dealing with a difficult child. Your son is near Austin’s age, isn’t he?”

“Yes, he is. Aaron is twenty, and it’s funny you should mention problematic children. He’s very bright but refuses to attend college. He says he has to stay home and look after me since his father left us years ago. I hate to see him wasting away in dead-end jobs.”

“This will be a perfect time to demonstrate how to interact with one of your employees,” Mom explained. “I’ll act as if I’m you while you’re the troubled employee. Tell me about your son. Are his friends negatively influencing him?”

“No,” Anna replied. “He’s good about helping around the house and doesn’t go out much. I never have to worry about him getting into trouble.”

“How does he act when he’s around you? It may be a little uncomfortable to answer, but does he often stare at you when you wear revealing clothes? You’re an attractive and sexy woman. It wouldn’t be that unusual since he is a young man with raging hormones.”

Anna’s face flushed with embarrassment. Mom had exposed one of the woman’s innermost secrets. “Maybe,” Anna meekly stuttered. “I’ve caught him staring at my legs, and I’ll quickly hide them when I notice.”

“That may be the wrong way to deal with him,” Mom stated. “Shutting him off will only make him more distant. Here’s how I’d handle it.”

Mom rose, moved to our side of her desk, and sat beside me, opposite Anna. She crossed her legs, displaying a luscious thigh. When my eyes gazed onto her legs, my groin tingled with excitement. Was this another one of Mom’s fantasies? If so, I looked forward to whatever might transpire.

“Look at how Austin is leering at my legs,” Mom stated.

Anna glanced at me and smiled at my improper gawking. “That’s the same expression I’ve seen on Aaron. It’s understandable because your legs are very shapely.”

“Austin, explain to Anna why you would risk alienating your mother by staring at her.”

I cleared my throat and replied, “She’s not only my mother but also a sexy woman. It’s more of a compliment than an inappropriate act. I love admiring her body.”

Changing my stare to Anna’s display of flesh, I added, “Yours are beautiful, too. You should show them off to your son. A little flirting is a good way to mend a strained relationship.”

Anna squirmed in her seat, exposing more thigh, and admitted, “It does feel good knowing a man appreciates them.”

“It goes both ways,” Mom interjected. “A mother checking out her son’s legs will boost his self-confidence. Austin, show us.”

When I stretched my legs, Mom sighed, “Your bare legs. Take off your jeans so we can demonstrate our nightly routine when wearing robes.”

“Eek,” Anna cried, holding her hand over her mouth. “He doesn’t need to do that. You’re going to embarrass the poor man.”

Before Mom could answer, I removed my socks and shoes before shucking off my pants. Once I sat down, both ladies ogled my hairy legs.

“See, he doesn’t mind,” Mom commented. “Men are like women and enjoy the same affectionate admiration.”

Fortunately, my long shirt tails covered my bulging underwear. Mom continued, “Wouldn’t you love to run your fingers through his leg hair? When you and your son watch TV at night, inadvertently slap your hand on his leg until he’s comfortable with your touch.”

Mom demonstrated by moving her hand to my leg and back several times. After the third time, her hand remained and caressed my muscle. “Try it, Anna,” Mom persuaded.

Uncrossing her legs, Anna slid her heels off and scooted her chair closer. She timidly touched my leg several times before resting it on my flesh. Her fingers spread and moved through my hair while working my muscles. Her breaths shortened, while she enthusiastically explored my leg.

Mom guided my hand to her leg. I immediately stroked and caressed Mom’s pliant flesh. “Once you break the ice, your son will reciprocate your actions,” Mom stated. “Do you want Austin to show you what Aaron would do?”

“Yes!” she exclaimed.

Her face blushed from her outburst. Her breathing stopped when my hand wrapped around her leg. Her skin was on fire and smooth as glass. After I stroked her thigh a few times, she resumed breathing. Her eyes glazed with lust while Mom’s seduction progressed.

“What do you think, Anna?” Mom asked. “Would this work with Aaron during the evenings?”

“We usually sit together at night when we’re relaxing,” Anna replied. “We both have long robes, so I’d have to find an excuse to dispose of them and buy shorter ones. It could work.”

“You could guarantee success if you’d wear your nightie at night,” Mom instructed. “His shyness would quickly vanish.”

“Really?” Anna asked. She drew in a deep breath of air, and I wondered if she was thinking about displaying her sexy nightwear in front of her son. “That seems over the top for a mother, especially around your grown son.”

Mom responded, “It’s not any more revealing than a swimsuit. He’ll calm down after the first few times you wear it.”

Pushing my hand off her leg, Mom rose and said, “We’ve covered that topic long enough. Anna, show me how you hug son good-night.”

Anna and I stood and faced each other. She lightly held me and quickly bumped her shoulder against me before backing off.

Mom shook her head and said, “He’s your son, not a stranger. Let me show you how to hug your child lovingly.”

Mom wrapped her arms around me and pulled me close. Her breasts squashed against my chest while she pulled my groin into hers. Looking over my shoulder, she instructed, “The more body contact, the closer you become to your son. It’s not improper to give him a little kiss, too.”

Mom pecked me on the lips, then again but for longer. Her hands stroked my back while mine gripped her ass and squeezed. The third time our lips met, we opened our mouths, allowing our tongues to dance and battle.

Anna gasped, witnessing our improper action. “You’re kissing like lovers, more than a mother and son should. I couldn’t possibly cross that line,”

Mom backed off and explained, “Sometimes, we may get carried away. It doesn’t hurt anyone, and we find it enjoyable. Austin, demonstrate to Anna how she should hug her son.”

Anna’s body was tense while we held each other. Once her small tits pressed against me, I ground my hard-on into her sunken stomach. Her arms tightened while her hot breath burned my neck. She was warming up, savoring our closeness.

Moving my hands upward, I ran my fingers through her silky hair. Trapping her locks between my fingers, I gently pulled outward, letting her soft hair slide through my digits. Massaging her scalp brought out a moan; her hands stroked my back.

“Your hair is beautiful. I love the feel of it,” I said.

“It used to be longer,” she remarked. “When I had it cut to this length, Aaron remarked how well he liked it. It’s been that way ever since.”

“Because you love your son and want to please him,” I whispered. “My mom is the same. Asking Aaron to brush and play with your hair would make his day.”

Tap-kissing her neck, I traveled to her face, lightly pecking her cheek, forehead, then her other cheek. Her eyes closed; her mouth opened. She fantasized about kissing her son. I wasn’t going to disappoint her, or Mom. Her tongue immediately sought mine when our lips connected. Her hands held my head as mine did hers while we passionately kissed.

Mom moved behind me and reached around to unbutton my shirt. Once removed, Anna’s delicate hands explored my bare chest. Mom removed her own blouse and positioned herself behind Anna. Carefully snaking her hands to Anna’s front, she undid two buttons before Anna pulled back and resisted, “Avery, what are you doing? You’re going a bit too far.”

“Relax, Anna,” Mom consoled her new friend. “I want to illustrate what it’d feel like when you wear your nightie and hug Aaron. When you feel his chest against your bra, imagine it’s your son holding you.”

“Mmm,” Anna hesitated, while her mind thought about her son. “It might help me decide whether to wear one or not.” She pulled my head to hers, resuming our French-kissing. Her resistance was feeble at best, her body on fire.

Mom swiftly removed Anna’s garment and tossed it on her desk. I pulled Anna’s body close to mine, feeling her pointy tips trying to poke through her silky fabric. She moved her hands to my back and hugged me tightly. Our joined torsos heated our bodies.

Mom’s hands were busy again, unsnapping Anna’s bra and slipping her straps off her shoulders. After she pulled it off, Anna hugged me tighter. “It’s embarrassing,” Anna protested. “My breasts are small, and I’ve never been comfortable exposing them. I’m sure Aaron would prefer a well-endowed woman.”

“He loves you, not someone else,” Mom argued. “Austin, take her son’s place. You’re now Aaron; Anna is your mother. Interact with her the way he would.”

While our lips remained locked together, I stared into her pleading, lustful eyes. My hands snaked between our bodies and cupped her handful-sized tits. Squeezing, releasing, and squeezing again caused her to groan with pleasure.