Chapter 3: Conclusion - Crossing Lines

Friday arrived. The sun was shining, and the birds were singing. Dad and Leah were gone. I was alone with Mom at last. I felt nervous. I knew she wanted what I wanted. But now this was real. If we fucked everything would change. Even at fifteen I knew that. There would be no turning back. And why should we? It was what we wanted to happen. There was a buildup over the past months leading to this day--to this weekend. There was no one to stop it from happening, except us.

I had concerns about Monica, though. As much as I was excited about her coming over for a swim, she would be taking time away from us. I felt conflicted.

Mom was in the kitchen. My cock sprang hard hearing her movements. My cock had a mind of its own (Still does). It had a built-in pussy detector. If there was available pussy in the house, it had to get it. I got up out of bed and put on my boxer briefs--although I felt like walking out there naked like some nudist. That would’ve been a bold move. I wore my tight, gray boxer briefs.

Mom’s back was to me--and she was fucking topless! She wore a red thong. Her butt looked quite firm for a lady her age. Her curvy contours were mature--different than Leah’s. She heard me and turned around. THOSE BREASTS! They were all I could think about since the “Bathroom Incident”. Her brown nipples were hard, and I so needed to suck them.

I walked over to her, said good morning, and planted my mouth on her left nipple. The areola was large. The tip of her nipple stood out hard. I sucked and kissed it. She moaned and pressed the back of my head firmly against it. Now I was sure that she wanted this. It was happening!”

“That’s feels so nice, sweety,” she said as she massaged my scalp and purred like a cat in heat.

I moved my mouth to her right breast and gave her nipple some love. After sucking and licking it, I pulled my face back to gaze at her gorgeous breasts. We kissed long and passionately. Our tongues danced together. She sucked on my lower lip, as if previewing her oral skills. (Message received, Mom!)

I pulled aside her wet thong and pressed my bulge against her pussy. We were about the same height and my cock was on target. She moaned as she felt it against her engorged clit. She moved her right hand down to my underwear and slipped it inside. She grabbed my cock and squeezed it tight. “Damn, your big!” she said.

Mom dropped to her knees and pulled down my underwear. My cock was in her mouth in seconds. Mom sucked it with joy and pure lust. I stood there in that kitchen looking down at her, deep in her passion. My head spun slowly in ecstasy.

She continued blowing for several minutes and looked up at me, as if seeking approval. And she got it.

“So good, Mom! Fuck! Keep doing it like that!” She tongue-washed my balls, while jacking me off at the same time. My pre-cum and her residual saliva on my cock, made a sloshing sound as she jacked it. As good as this was, I just had to fuck Mom’s pussy.

“Let’s go to your bedroom.” I demanded. I felt studly.

She kissed her way up over my stomach and chest to my mouth. The lust in her eyes was piercing. I got out of my underwear, and we went to her bedroom.

The lighting was low in the room. The bed--a California King-- was about as big as they come. I’d seen Mom and Dad fuck on it countless times. But now Dad wasn’t there to fuck her. I was. I planned of showing her that once she fucked me, she wouldn’t want to fuck Dad ever again. He didn’t deserve her. I did.

We lay down together and made out. She removed her wet thong. We were both naked. She continued to stroke my cock as we kissed. The way she handled it felt so good. I was impatient for her pussy. I mounted her and pushed it against her wet lips. It was tighter than I expected. All those years of fucking Dad and other men, and it was still resisting my cock? (True, I’d forgotten how big I was. Her pussy hadn’t had this size since her black lover, Travis. And that had ended quite a while back. She told me all about him.)

She helped guide me into her hole. Inch by inch I pushed in deeper as she played with my balls. She knew what to do to keep me rock hard! I was all the way in and let my cock rest for a moment. Her pussy squeezed it. She had tears in her eyes as we kissed. I didn’t expect that. Happy tears, I’d hoped. This felt so right--me and Mom fucking. I slowly pulled out and then pushed back in, repeating this with increasing speed and force.

We groaned and moaned as our bodies found our “fuck rhythm”. The bed creaked as I deep-fucked her. I stabbed my monster to the hilt and pulled all the way out and stabbed again over and over. She cried out in orgasm while she fingered her clit at the same time. (I made my mom cum! She was all mine now. Fuck Dad!)

We moved into the doggy position. I loved that view. Her asshole, nice and inviting. I wanted to fuck that hole, too, and I would. But for now, back into her pussy. I pushed in and she said, “Oh baby, that feels good, yeah, fuck Mommy harder, ooh yeah, your cock is so big, the biggest I ever had! You’re my new daddy, ooh, FUCK ME, FUCK ME ... OHHHHHHHHHHH!”

She screamed into the pillow like she was being murdered! I pumped as hard and fast as I could, stretching her pussy with my “niner” and couldn’t hold it back any longer.

I grunted and then, “AHHHH FUCK!!!!!” And it felt like all my internal organs were pumped through my cockhead into her hot pussy! I filled her pussy with all the sperm I had in my balls until I collapsed on her back. She was sweaty and breathing hard. Her face was turned to the side resting on the pillow. I kissed her cheek and rested on her until my cock slipped out of her pussy.

“We did it, I can’t believe it,” she said later--our backs to the headboard. “I’d wanted to do this for a long time, ya know, and now that we have, this is wonderful.”

I didn’t know how to articulate how I felt, and could only come up with, “Yeah, awesome.”

As we sat there, I got a second erection. Mom played with my cock, admiring it. “When I saw how big you were, (referring to walking in on me) I couldn’t get it out of my mind. Very impressive! And when you were in your Speedo that day, you got so hard in front of us. Your sister wouldn’t shut up about it, remember?”

“Yeah, I didn’t know what to do. The more you stared, the harder it got. It was your fault!” I said with a smirk on my face.

Mom paused as if she wasn’t sure if she should admit how aroused she was that day. It was all she could think about.

“You have something special there. I’m not kidding. Your father would be so jealous if he knew,” she said with a smile.

“Suck it, Mom.”

I just blurted it out. (Not much of a smooth talker, right?) Mom took no offense and was soon licking up and down my shaft like it was a popsicle. Man, she was good at “giving head” (as they used to say, or maybe still do). She enjoyed her phallic plaything. In no time we were fucking again, and again and---one more time. Four times we fucked over the next few hours. I thought I drained my balls with each orgasm, but, somehow had more in reserve for her. We were worn out as the sun was coming up. It was Saturday. Monica would be coming over later in the afternoon.

As I hung out in my room, Mom was straightening out the house in preparation for Monica. I was in a dream world. Fucking Mom, I thought, would always be a fantasy. But we did it! And Mom felt and looked buoyant and happy. I could see the change. This was a good thing for her and for me. The idea that since this was sex between a mother and her son it was taboo, forbidden, a sin, against nature, didn’t matter to me or her. We didn’t have a deep discussion about it at the time. We were just enjoying the newness of this--like being in-love.

I showered and dressed then hung out in the living room. Monica would be over soon. Mom came out of her bedroom looking really hot. She had on a very short skirt with a tucked in white, lacey blouse, buttoned halfway. Her red bikini top was tiny, and her cleavage was prominent and sexy. I was feeling like I could fuck her again. My cum reservoir was filling up my balls.

I answered the knock on the front door and greeted the lovely Monica. She looked into my eyes with a glint of mischief, as she placed her right hand on my left shoulder in place of a hug or handshake. I liked that. Physical. We were now physical. She was making her moves. I felt it was her way of telling me we were no longer in school.

Mom and Monica hugged and kissed each other on the lips! (Hold the phone!) Wowzie! That was no joke. I didn’t know they had THIS kind of affection for each other. I felt a jolt in my cock and a springiness in my groin. My voyeurism had awakened. I was now “the observer”. (I wasn’t hiding and watching, which is the ideal, but this was second best. Watching my hot mom and my hot teacher kissing in a very familiar way. They obviously had kissed before. It was a long kiss, too, not just a peck.)

Monica’s hair was short. She had just had it cut. Her face looked androgenous, boyish almost, yet still feminine. Eyeliner accented her green eyes. (I’m a sucker for eyeliner.) She wore a pink, see-through blouse over her yellow bikini top. Her faded, blue denim skirt was very short. Her sexy legs looked smooth. I wanted to kiss my way up her legs, under her skirt and pull aside her panties--and then push my mouth into her warm, wet labia! I knew those legs well--from class. (They say that all roads lead to Rome. Well, in a teenager’s mind, all legs lead to---pussy!) I was too shy to ask her if she opened her legs at school only for me. I knew she did. It was how she flirted with me.

Now that she was here in our house, she wasn’t my schoolteacher. It felt like, for the first time, we were on the same level. We were closer in age than I was with Mom. She was twenty-three or so--some eight years older than me. Mom was late thirties--some twenty plus years older.

We three hung out in the back patio next to the swimming pool. All our neighbors had pools. It was a hot day and perfect for a swim. I didn’t have my bathing suit on under my jeans. I had a quick fantasy that I would strip naked in front of them, with a throbbing hard cock, and skinny dip. But that passed and I went upstairs to my room and changed.

While in my room I peeked out at them. They kissed and then embraced passionately. They seemed so drawn to each other. Monica slipped one hand under Mom’s skirt and fondled her naked butt. Mom had no panties on--commando! (After all the stretching her pussy got from fucking me, it needed some air!) Monica moved her hand to Mom’s pussy! I pulled out my cock and jacked off as I watched them. Monica finger-fucked Mom’s cunt, slowly--and then rapidly--as they continued making out. They didn’t seem concerned I’d be back in a minute. They were hungry for each other.

Monica dropped to her knees and replaced her wet fingers with her mouth! (Fucken A!) Mom held Monica’s head watching her, encouraging her and guiding her. In any case, she orgasmed quickly, and Monica kept eating. She orgasmed again. I was about to. I needed to save my load. My cock drooled generous amounts of pre-cum. I was ready to go down there and fuck them!

I went back out to the patio. I decided to make my fantasy come true. I was buck naked and rock hard! As I came up to them, they had just regained their composure, although both barely concealed the post-orgasm high they were on. I could smell sweet pussy in the air.

They looked a little surprised when I was suddenly standing there naked. Seeing Monica look me over, assessing my big cock, was worth the risk I took! My cock couldn’t have been any stiffer as it drooled strings of pre-cum, moving in the breeze.

I loved their attention. Monica was first to break the silence. “You’re naked, Roger. Why?” she said trying to conceal her arousal.

“He thinks something is gonna happen with you two,” Mom said.

“Should something happen?” Monica said, going along with Mom’s line of thinking. She was in on the tease.

“Yeah, I want to fuck you,” came out of my mouth. How I was so bold escapes me. I think I felt I was going for what I wanted.