Chapter 5

The smell of food cooking brought me back to life in the morning. Both of them were absent, so I rose, threw on a robe, and walked out to greet them. Both looked refreshed and when they saw me, they smiled and greeted me. I looked at Stacy and commented, “Nice dress, it looks like one of Mom’s.”

“I’m afraid my skirt didn’t survive your mother’s attack. She generously loaned me this one. I like it, what do you think?” Stacy asked.

“It’s gorgeous and one of my favorites,” I replied. “You look beautiful in it, but then again, you would in anything.”

“Aren’t you quite the sweetie?” Stacy said and smiled wide. “I hate to leave but I have an engagement I can’t miss today. Thanks to both of you for everything.”

Mom and I walked her to the door and kissed her goodbye. While she walked to her car, Mom yelled, “Don’t forget our shopping date next week.” Stacy gave a ‘thumbs-up’ before driving off.

Splitting our chores, Mom cleaned the house and I worked on the yard until late afternoon. When Mom came out of her shower, she handed me a towel for mine. The hot water felt good, washing off the dirt and grime. Once I dried off, I entered our bedroom to find my nude mother in bed with her legs spread open with a pillow under her ass. Her hairy pussy was an invitation I couldn’t refuse. “I want to reward my son for bringing Stacy into our lives,” she croaked. “And no hour-long foreplay today. Ram your cock up your mother’s cunt and fuck me like you would a slut — your mommy-slut.”

After an hour of frenzied, incestuous sex, we collapsed side by side, our chests heaving as we struggled to catch our breath. Following fifteen minutes of recovery, we talked about what our future held for us, including our new-found love mate, Stacy.

Mom leaned over, kissed me, and pleaded. “Could you get me a glass of cold water? I worked up a thirst. Could you also take your phone to the charger? I noticed the low-battery light was on. I left my computer on, too. Please shut it down while you’re in there.”

“Sure, Mom. Be right back,” I smiled, eager to please my beautiful mother. Bouncing out of bed, I grabbed my phone off the nightstand and left for the sink, my cock flopping side-to-side. Filling a glass, I gulped it down and refilled it. Entering the office, I plugged in my phone before jiggling the nearby mouse.

The computer woke from sleep mode, displaying the diary program on the screen. The latest entry that she had posted while I was in the shower caught my attention.

“Ryan surprised me this weekend by introducing a sexy woman, Stacy, into our relationship. She was a joy to talk to and I look forward to having her over again. It was especially thrilling when Stacy ate me at the same time my son fucked her from behind. Watching him pleasure another woman, knowing how good it feels, brings me so much joy. Hopefully, one day, Heather’s cute face will be plastered to my pussy while Ryan humps her doggy-style. I’m horny again thinking about it and can’t wait for my son to fuck me silly the way he will Heather.”

My heart raced after I finished reading her entry. Mom had lured me to the office, knowing I would read her journal. She had executed her plan flawlessly, and I wasn’t about to spoil her desires. I picked up my phone, my shaking fingers quickly typing and sending a short message, “Hi, Heather. I’m ready.”

I waited and hoped she would understand the meaning. Waiting impatiently, I reread Mom’s journal entry and stroked my hard, aching prick. My phone chirped with a response. Heather wrote, “Me, too. Call me tomorrow.” Several ‘kissy’ emojis followed.

A few minutes later, another message arrived, titled, “Need an incentive?” A selfie arrived, displaying Heather cloaked in a see-through, pink, baby-doll nightie. With her arms raised and hands clasped behind her head, she struck a sexy, confident pose. Her light-blue bra and panties were visible underneath her silky lingerie and my earlier assumptions proved correct about her filling out. Noting that her lily-white legs resembled Mom’s, my cock throbbed in agreement. Whenever I saw her at school, she wore slacks so I doubt if the sun or other men’s eyes had rarely seen them.

Tossing my phone onto the desk, I left for our bedroom, forgetting to turn off her computer or bring the water. As expected, Mom had positioned herself on all fours, resting on her elbows. Her hands gripped the headboard, knowing that her son would give her a thorough pounding — she also knew that I would never disappoint my mother.

Awakening before Mom, I quietly slipped out of bed and tiptoed to my old room to shower, not wanting to disturb her. While the coffee was brewing, I prepared a hearty breakfast. Hearing her shower running, I finished cooking and had a plate of hot food waiting for her when she emerged.

Seeing the spread, she smiled and kissed me, her playful smirk sending a chill down my spine. “Good morning, Ryan. Did you sleep well?” she asked.

“Great, as always, when I spend the night next to you,” I replied with a snicker. “Our workout last night wore me out.”

“You’re telling me,” Mom giggled. “I’m lucky to be able to walk this morning, after the pounding I received.”

While eating, we discussed our plans for the rest of the day. Once we finished, we tidied up the kitchen and settled onto the couch in the living room. Watching the news in silence, I nervously fidgeted as I toiled with my conflicted feelings. Mom noticed and asked, “What’s wrong, sweetie? You know you can’t hide anything from me.”

“It’s about Heather,” I said, inhaling deeply. I proceeded to update her on the texts we had exchanged the night before and showed her Heather’s scantily-clad response. “Her reply surprised and excited me at the same time,” I said, explaining my anxiousness.

She paused, seeing my concerned expression, and in a comforting tone, replied, “I understand exactly what’s bothering you. You care for Heather and don’t want to hurt her. You’re afraid of developing a romantic relationship with her since it might be a little uncomfortable mentioning that you’re sleeping with your mother, along with banging your father’s ex-girlfriend, too.”

We laughed and her infectious smile made me feel better immediately. “Not quite the way I would have described it, but I think you hit the high points. I love you so much, Mom. What if I fall in love with Heather, too? I wouldn’t want to keep anything secret from her.”

“You can love more than one person,” Mom consoled me. “I watched you and Heather for a year while you were lab partners, and I know in my heart that you were meant for each other. Heather adores you more than you realize, and deep down, you harbor those same feelings. I won’t let any harm come to either of you. Spend time with her — please do it for me, sweetie,” Mom pleaded, her smiling expression warming my heart.

“You win, Mom. She’s returning home next weekend. I’d like to take her to a movie and dinner,” I said.

But my mom had a better idea. With a playful smirk, she suggested, “Why not ask her for a redo of your prom date? Dress up and dine out at our favorite restaurant.”

Although it might sound cheesy, my mom’s beseeching expression convinced me to consider her proposal. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt to ask her. I’ll text her in a bit.”

“Remember what I taught you, young man. You’ll call her and ask like a gentleman,” my mom reminded me.

“Yes, ma’am,” I answered with a chuckle. During a break in the afternoon, I called Heather and presented Mom’s plan. She excitedly accepted and said she would convince her parents to get on board, too.

As I shared the news with Mom over dinner, she didn’t seem surprised at all. With a confident tone, she said, “I knew she would like it. It’ll be a chance for her to correct something she regretted. Can you give me her number? Just in case I need to reach out to her.”

I entered Heather’s number into Mom’s phone, feeling grateful for my mom’s support and enthusiasm for the re-enactment of our prom date.

Mom extended several invitations to Stacy to come over during the week, allowing us to get to know each other better. We spent hours talking, with no topic off-limits, except for her sister, Terri. It was heartwarming to witness my mom form an emotional bond with our new friend, and I knew deep down that Stacy would become a permanent member of our small, tight-knit family.

Arriving home Thursday night, Mom asked me to drive over to Stacy’s house to offer her some assistance. Stacy answered the door, wearing the same robe as when I visited her the time I asked her to seduce Mom. Gambling she was nude underneath, my hands snuck into her robe and cupped her full breasts, while we kissed. Her horny state wouldn’t allow any lengthy foreplay. After disrobing, I was balls-deep in her slippery slot. It was the first time we made love without Mom present, and she obviously wanted to prove that she was just as hot. Her body writhed and bounced under me while my prick fed her hungry pussy.

“God, I’m cumming!” she gasped. Her walls squeezed my prick and on the third contraction, my balls shot out its load of boiling cum. “Keep pumping, I’m cumming again,” she grunted, while her pussy milked out every drop of precious seed.

After our orgasms subsided, we breathed deeply and relaxed, feeling spent and rejuvenated at the same time. “That was awesome!” I exclaimed, kissing her. “Mom said I was supposed to help you with something. Hopefully, I was able to solve your problem.”

She giggled, “That was a good start. Your mom told me that I should experience a night with you without anyone else, that it would strengthen our bond.”

“Leave it to Mom to take care of the ones she loves,” I affirmed, rolling off her. “Like any good son, I’ll obey her and attempt to fulfill your desires.”

As she rose on one elbow to face me, a wide smile spread across her face. She started stroking my chest and playfully tugging my hair, before revealing her plans for the night. “First, I’m going to fix you a nice, big meal,” she said, “Then we’ll work on the rest of my list, beginning with my favorite position, doggy-style. But before we begin, I have a request for you. Don’t worry, it’s nothing too weird.”

“I’m intrigued,” I replied. “What do you need?”

“Since I’m your mother’s age and we’re very similar in appearance, would you mind calling me Mom or Mommy from now on?” she asked, sheepishly. “There’s nothing more exciting than a mother and son making love. Please?”

Her pouty face was a glimpse into her vulnerable side, making me feel a rush of tenderness. Reaching over and cupping her breast, I replied, “The only thing a motherfucker likes better than fucking one mother is two. What’s for dinner, Mommy?”

Her face glowed with excitement, setting the tone for the rest of the night. With a cheerful tune on her lips, she prepared our dinner with care. Upon savoring the delectable meal, I earnestly pleaded, “Mom, please relax in bed while I take care of tidying up.” Her broad smile reflected the fiery excitement brewing inside her. As she strode down the hall, I yelled, “Your son will be there in a minute to take care of his horny mother.” Her reply was a shriek and a giggle.

Fully nourished, I granted my faux Mom her wish, fucking her doggy-style and driving her to several orgasms before releasing. Once recovered, we thoroughly explored each other’s bodies, savoring our time together before making sweet love again. After that, we rested and re-enacted every mother-son fantasy we could think of. She was ravenous, waking me up every couple of hours to feed her sexual appetite. As the night wore on, I lasted longer each time, giving her multiple orgasms until I succumbed to my new mommy’s hungry pussy.

The aroma of sizzling bacon roused me from my sleep-deprived state. I groggily made my way out of bed and dressed. Stumbling into the kitchen, I was relieved to find a steaming cup of coffee waiting for me.

“Good Morning. Sleep well?” Stacy asked, smiling wide while setting my plate of food before me.

“Morning. I didn’t get much sleep, but the smell of bacon and coffee helps a bunch.”

“Oh, did Mommy wear you out last night?” she snickered. “You know, I could call my sister and arrange for you to get the day off.” She winked and her lust-filled expression made me wonder how she looked so much more rested than me.

“I have a better idea, Mom,” I stated and paused to collect my thoughts. “Since I have something important to do at work, I need to go in, but I wouldn’t mind a nice meal waiting for me at six tonight when I return. After dinner, I’ll feast on my mommy for dessert until she screams for mercy.”

“That sounds terrific!” Stacy exclaimed. “I raised such a good son.”

We both chuckled while we finished breakfast.

The day felt like an eternity, as my lack of sleep took its toll on my ability to concentrate at work. But as the day drew to a close, I felt a glimmer of hope that I would finally be able to rest and recharge. The anticipation of the surprise I had planned for Mom and Stacy resulted in a broad smile creeping across my face as I drove home.

Mom greeted me with a kiss and asked, “Were you able to assist Stacy with her problems?” Her sexy smirk reflected her knowledge that she knew how it went.

“I think she enjoyed the outcome. I know I did,” I replied with a slight smile, not wanting to give too much away.

“What would you like for dinner?” she asked.

“I’ll just make something simple for myself. And since you’re going to be out shopping with Stacy tomorrow, why not make a night of it and stay over at her place?” I suggested, hoping she would agree.

She gave me a skeptical look. “Are you sure Stacy is okay with me spending the night at her place?” she asked.

“Positive,” I replied. “In fact, she already told me she’s cooking you dinner tonight. So, you better get going if you want to make it on time,” I added with a grin.

She went to her room and returned shortly after with an overnight bag. She kissed me and said, “We should be back by the time you leave for your date. It was for eight, right?”

“I’ll leave thirty minutes before that. If you’re not here, I’ll wait as long as I can,” I replied. “Have fun at Stacy’s, Mom.” Stifling my chuckle, I was certain she didn’t suspect anything as she turned and left.

I retired early and slept like a log. Awakening refreshed, I ate a quick breakfast and decided to work in the yard, trying to keep my mind off my pending date with Heather. Taking a break in the afternoon, I wondered if Mom would be as tired as I was after a night with Stacy. I hadn’t read Mom’s journal for a few days, so I decided to catch up on her latest additions.

The entry mentioning Heather caught my eye.

“When my son contacted Heather, she immediately responded that she was ready to develop a relationship with him. In my heart, I knew they were made for each other while I watched their interactions. I want nothing more than to see them experience the same love as my son and I share. She’s a beautiful, caring young lady that any Mom would love to have as a daughter-in-law. I only hope that they take it slow and savor their courtship. They’ll have a lifetime of sex, but the memories of building a romantic relationship are priceless. I often recollect the teasing and flirts that my son and I enjoyed before committing ourselves to a physical relationship.”

Mom’s unselfish love and her concern for my happiness elevated my love for her. She was right, I nodded thoughtfully. Taking things slow allowed us to relish each moment and build a deeper connection. It’s something I often reflect on and appreciate.

Her most recent note concerned my night with Stacy.

“Stacy has quickly become an important addition to our family. Her vibrant, joyful disposition is contagious and my feelings for her strengthen each time I’m with her. Her close involvement opens up an opportunity for my son to experience loving more than one person. It’ll help him understand how his love for Heather can grow while loving Stacy and me at the same time. Stacy shares my feelings and has agreed to spend a night with him and bond closer to him. I hate to admit it, but I’m a little jealous. She’s so hot that I’d love to spend a night alone with her. In demonstrating to my son how he can love another person, I’ve fallen victim to the same lesson. My love for Stacy is rapidly increasing.”

I felt a surge of joy and grinned, realizing that I had fulfilled Mom’s wish without needing to pry into her thoughts beforehand. The recent revelations swirled through my mind, leaving me hesitant to contribute my own thoughts to the mix. Perhaps, after my date with Heather, I’d be able to express my feelings.

Finishing up the yard work, I showered and dressed for the evening. Ten minutes before I was due to leave, Mom and Stacy arrived, laden down with their purchases from their day out. Before Stacy could hug me, Mom stopped her and stressed, “Don’t touch him. A woman can detect a different perfume, and I want it to be a perfect night for the two of them. I know from sniffing your scent for a year on my husband’s clothes.” She giggled and added, “Not that I’m complaining. Your essence intrigued and excited me at the same time.”

“Eek,” Stacy screeched. “I didn’t realize that I was courting you long before we met. Back on topic, your son is so handsome, I find it hard to resist giving him a big ole hug, but you’re right,” Stacy gushed. “I feel like a proud mom, watching him go on his first date.”

“I share your feelings,” Mom agreed. She reached into one of her shopping bags and pulled out a small box. “Here’s a corsage for Heather. It even comes with a wristband. It wouldn’t be appropriate for you to sneak a feel of her breast as you did to me.”

I blushed, remembering my awkwardness from fastening the white rose onto Mom’s dress. “I’ll send you a text when I’m coming home,” I said, trying to rush things along so I wouldn’t be late.

“We’re a little tired,” Mom said with a sexy smirk, letting me know that she received the same amount of sleep as I did during my night with Stacy. “We’ll probably try on a couple of the outfits we bought today and hit the sack.”