Chapter 2

Jennifer spent the night with us Friday night, discussing and devising a plan to bring my aunt into the fold. Exhausted from fucking both of them, I slept soundly until Mom shook my shoulder, early the next morning. Opening my lids, her bright smile brought a feeling of warmth through me. “Meet us in the kitchen. We’re cooking up a big breakfast,” she whispered as I rubbed my eyes.

After taking a few moments to freshen up, I ventured into the dining area and settled in comfortably. After Mom placed the plates of food on the table, we dove in eagerly, famished from the previous night’s activities. When nearly finished, my eyes roamed over their thinly-covered bodies and I wondered if they yearned for a good-morning fuck.

As if reading my mind, Mom thwarted my thoughts, stating, “We want you to get an early start today, so no hankie-pankie for you.” She giggled and added, “Make sure you wear your mowing clothes.”

Their mischievous grins provided a hint that they had conjured up a devious plan for my aunt. Changing clothes, I mowed our lawn, quickly discarding my top, as the sun bore down on my sweaty body. When I was nearly finished, Mom and Jennifer exited the house, both adorned in tiny bikinis. After stretching out on their stomachs on the chaise lounges, they turned their heads to face each other and began chatting away.

Around the same time, Auntie exited her house, wearing a sundress, and sat under her umbrella. Finished with our yard, I turned off the mower and jumped onto the deck. After sitting down in a chair next to Mom, I drank a glass of iced tea and wiped the sweat off my brow with my shirt.

Neither of them could see me, facing each other, so Jennifer turned on her side and supported herself on one elbow. “Your mother’s going to burn,” she noted. “Be a good son and spread some lotion on her.”

“Love to,” I eagerly complied, jumping onto Mom’s legs and began applying the suntan cream. After doing her neck and shoulders, I unsnapped her top and set the straps to the side.

“I see your mother has taught you well,” Jennifer giggled. “Make sure your fingers go lower on the sides of her breasts with each pass.”

She didn’t have to tell me twice as I caressed and groped my hot mother. When I moved lower, Jennifer stated, “You didn’t go far enough. Keep moving your fingers lower and under her until your tips barely touch the sides of her nipples.”

Doing as instructed, Mom moaned when I lightly brushed the bumpy edges of her areolas. After a few passes, I moved lower, squirted several blobs of lotion on the backs of her legs, and rubbed it in. Wrapping my hands around one leg, I glided upward to her upper thigh before lowering.

Jennifer watched me intently and when I switched to Mom’s other leg, she instructed, “When your hands are near her groin, lightly squeeze her upper thigh and gently push outward.”

Obeying her, my hands stopped when they collided against her closed thighs. I squeezed her muscle, gently lifted her leg, and when I applied pressure, she parted her legs. With her legs spread, my hands could travel higher with each stroke.

“Excellent,” Jennifer complimented me. “Every once in a while, accidentally bump her pussy with the side of your hand.”

Mom groaned each time my hand connected with her covered crotch and after several more minutes, Jennifer rolled over, face-down, and pleaded, “Okay, do me now and show me what you’ve learned.”

Jumping onto my sexy professor’s legs, I repeated what I had done to Mom. After my fingertips grazed across the edge of her nipples several times, I jammed my hands underneath her and filled them full of her spongy tit flesh.

“Oh!” she exclaimed. “That’s a little more than I expected.”

“I know,” I replied, giggling. “Just a little treat for your masseuse.”

When I stroked her legs, I squeezed her upper thighs, causing her to spread her legs. Instead of lightly brushing her crotch, I cupped her pussy and squeezed her puffy lips together. A squishy sound confirmed my suspicions that she was horny, her pussy filled with juice. She groaned and when I pushed the material into her slot with one finger, her hips humped upward.

“To think that at one time, you were my star student and followed instructions perfectly,” Jennifer croaked. “Your improvisations might work for me, but it won’t for your aunt. Stick to the directions I taught you with your mother when you’re with your aunt.”

“No problem. I better get back to work or Auntie will wonder why I’m spending so long over here,” I noted.

“Make sure to invite her over for an early dinner,” Mom yelled at me as I stepped off the deck.

My prick barely softened by the time I was done with my aunt’s yard, thinking about fondling Mom and Jennifer. At some point, Auntie had changed into a bikini and lay sprawled out on a lounge chair, face down. Sitting on a chair next to her, she turned her head to face me and gazed at my low-hanging, exposed balls.

“Damn, it’s really hot today,” I remarked. Wiping the sweat on my forehead with my hand, I noted, “I left my shirt at Mom’s house so I probably need to go home to find something to cool off with.”

“That’s not necessary,” Auntie chirped. She rose a few inches and removed the towel from beneath her, handing it to me. “Use this, unless you don’t want to smell your Auntie’s sweat. It’s definitely a scorcher, today.”

While I wiped off the beads of perspiration, Auntie resumed ogling my legs and barely hidden genitals. Without waiting for an invitation, I crawled on top of her and applied an ample amount of lotion onto her back. Following Jennifer’s instructions, Aunt Claire groaned as Mom had when my fingertips brushed across the edge of her nipples.

While I worked on her legs, she asked, “Is that your professor with your Mom? I knew they were friends, but I didn’t know they were that close. Did she spend the night?”

“That’s her, for sure,” I replied. “They partied last night, so Mom insisted she stay over. She slept in Mom’s bed, Mom took mine, and I was left to sleep on the couch.”

“Does it bother you to see your professor in such a skimpy bikini?” she asked. “I’ll bet the guys at school would love to rub lotion on her like you did.”

“It’s a little weird, but I’ve gotten used to it,” I replied, squeezing her upper thigh and spreading her legs. After the first light bump against her covered groin, I asked, “They wanted me to ask you to join us for an early dinner tonight. Would you like to come over?”

Just as she was about to answer, the side of my hand pressed against her covered pussy. She grunted and stammered, “Yes. I’d love to.”

When finished, I ran my hands up the length of her body in the pretense of smoothing out the cream. When I neared her torso, I leaned over to reach higher. My thinly-covered, hard prick pressed into her soft ass as my hands caressed her shoulders and neck. Her buns tensed and jerked upward, mashing more of my cock into her crevice.

Crawling off her, I walked back to our house, sporting an aching boner. Opening the back door, I was greeted with two pussies staring back at me. They lay side-by-side, face down on the table as Mom had done that first day of our incestuous mating. As before, I didn’t waste time removing my shoes or socks. Dropping my shorts, I moved behind Mom and sunk my prick in deeply.

She grunted loudly and Jennifer chirped, “I should have known he’d pick you first. Mothers are always a priority for a son.”

My prick easily slid in and out of Mom’s drenched canal. Her walls clenched and vibrated, sending shocks of pleasure through my system. Fearing I would cum, I withdrew, moved over behind Jennifer, and seated the head of my prick into the entrance of her equally wet pussy.

“Fuck!” Jennifer exclaimed. “It’s as good as the first time. I love your son’s big cock.”

Her walls stretched and leaked juices as my helmeted head separated her folds. After bottoming out, I fucked her at a rapid pace, enjoying the smooth, velvety feel of her tight pussy. Gripping her ass, I jackhammered her sodden slot until a mini-orgasm overcame her. Once her walls relaxed, I pulled out and returned to Mom’s hairy pussy.

I held onto Mom’s waist and thrust in deeply, fucking her frantically. After ten minutes of blissfully fucking my mother, I felt my balls tingle. “I’m ready to cum, Mom.”

“No,” she ordered. “Finish in Jennifer. She deserves to feel your prick explode in her horny pussy.”

Knowing better than to argue with Mom, I switched pussies. Once I ramped up to a furious pace as before, I gripped the fronts of her thighs and pulled her back into me, slamming my spongy head against her cervix. She wailed with delight as her walls squeezed tightly. A long stream of hot cum spurt out of my tip, flooding her convulsing cunt. She expertly milked my squirting hose, draining my balls of their contents.

We gasped for air as our orgasms subsided. When I moved backward, Mom flipped around, knelt, and slowly licked the shaft of my cum-coated cock. Jennifer rose, turned, and watched as Mom devoured every drop of our cum.

“She’s quite the cocksucker, isn’t she?” Jennifer asked, giggling.

“Careful. That’s my mother you’re talking about,” I responded, causing all of us to chuckle. “She’s only doing what caring mothers do—taking care of her son.”

The time flew by as we cleaned the house and prepared dinner. Both Mom and Jennifer wore short skirts, matched with blouses that didn’t conceal their lack of bras.

When Aunt Claire arrived, her eyes scanned up and down their sexily-clad bodies and noted, “You two look absolutely stunning.”

“Thanks, Claire,” Jennifer replied, affectionately running her hand up and down my aunt’s arm.

While we dined, the three women chatted amiably, their conversation filled with laughter and shared stories. It didn’t take long for Claire to laugh and joke with Jennifer as if they were old friends, their bond growing stronger with each passing moment. By the time the meal was over, their connection was palpable. When it was time to clean up, they shooed me into the living room, insisting on finishing up while they continued their lively conversation, their voices a comforting hum in the background.

Once everyone settled into the living room, the discussion eventually evolved to Jennifer and her research project involving Mom and me.

Claire’s interest was noticeable as she pried information from her new friend. She turned to Jennifer and suggested, “I enjoyed assisting Brett with his last interview. I have some free time this week if you need me again.”

“That’s very nice of you to offer,” Jennifer replied. “There are actually three interviews scheduled for this week—Tuesday through Thursday. Aria has time to help with one of them so if you’re up to it, we could use you for the other two.”

“Excellent!” Claire exclaimed, eager for another outing. “Which days do I get?”

Jennifer tilted her head, thinking of a response, before saying, “I don’t have much information for two of the mothers, but the one I slotted for Wednesday briefly talked to me when I set it up. She hinted that her son kissing her sent her over the moon, so if that feels like an uncomfortable situation, you can take the others.”

Claire quickly replied, “No, we’ll be acting so it’s not a biggie, and if it helps you with your research, I’ll be glad to help.”

“I don’t know,” Jennifer replied, her tone doubtful. “It has to be realistic. I’ll show you what I mean.”

She stood, walked over to me, and extended her hand to help me to my feet. When we were facing each other, her face within inches of mine, she warned, “Don’t you even think about bragging to your buddies at school what I’m about to do. This is only to demonstrate how a mother and son kiss.”

Before I could answer, she pursed her lips and leaned in toward me. We embraced and gently kissed, our mouths slightly open, only enough for our tongues to swipe across our lips. Her eyes filled with lustful hunger as we connected. Her soft breasts mashed into my chest encouraging my prick to rise to the occasion. After a minute, she pulled back, her breath short.

Turning to Claire, she explained, “It has to be convincing so the mother believes you’re in a relationship with your son. Would you care to practice and prove that you can fool the mother?”

Claire jumped up and briskly closed the gap between us. “I’ll show you how I can act with the best,” she replied, wrapping her arms around me. When our mouths touched, I stared into her open eyes, seeing the same fiery lust as in Jennifer’s. I moved my hands to the center of her back and pulled her closely, ensuring her meaty mounds pressed solidly against my body.

Her hands roamed across my back as hot air gushed out of her nostrils. Her tongue briefly brushed my lips several times before she finally released me. Proud of her performance, she turned to Jennifer and stated, “See, any mother would think I’m in love with my son with that kiss.”

When my aunt returned to her seat, Jennifer turned to Mom and asked, “What do you think? Was your sister convincing enough?”

“I don’t know,” Mom replied, standing. “The women I helped Brett interview were pretty savvy in detecting a guise. You have to make it appear more natural and emotional—like this.”

Mom pulled me into a hug, her hands sliding up to the back of my head before she pressed her lips firmly against mine. After a minute of repeating how Jennifer and Claire kissed me, she opened her mouth and darted her tongue through my lips. Twisting around to maximize contact, we ground our mouths together, French kissing as lovers. When I hugged her tightly, pulling her tits into me, she lowered her hands to my ass and yanked my pelvis against her, feeling my hard prick jab into her stomach.

She moaned while we kissed several times longer than Jennifer and Claire. When she released me, I glanced at my aunt, who sat open-mouthed, witnessing our illicit display of affection. After Mom and I settled into our seats, Jennifer surmised, “That did seem more realistic, given the circumstances.”

Before she could continue, Claire piped, “I thought you wanted me to repeat how you did it, Jennifer. Let me try again and I’ll prove to you that I’m ready.”

“No,” Jennifer denied my aunt. “Aria did it perfectly, so she’ll accompany Brett on Wednesday. If you’re still willing, you can go with him the other two days. I don’t have any information on them, so you’ll have to improvise the best you can.”

Claire’s expression saddened as she realized she would miss the chance to kiss her nephew again. With a solemn nod, she agreed, “Okay. I’ll do the best I can.”

The discussion turned to other matters for the remainder of the evening. When it was time to part ways, Claire gave Mom and me a light hug before facing Jennifer, exuding “I’ve really enjoyed spending the day with you, Jennifer. Perhaps we can go out to dinner and get to know each other better.”

“I’d love that,” Jennifer replied and hugged Claire. Her arms tightened, ensuring their breasts meshed together. Before she released my aunt, she lightly kissed her on the neck and whispered, “I enjoyed my time with you, too.”

Claire swiveled toward the door and left, her face blushing. That evening, Jennifer and Mom conspired about my aunt’s upcoming events, their conversation punctuated with frequent giggles.

Claire arrived at the appointed time on Tuesday for our next interview. Noticing her braless breasts pressed against her thin blouse, I knew that Jennifer was the cause, having sent my aunt a note on Monday suggesting what she should wear.

During our drive, Claire asked, “The way you and your mother kissed looked like you’ve done it several times before. Did you have to pretend in front of any of the other mothers?”

“No. That was the first time we’ve kissed like that,” I lied. “Mom has always helped me with my projects. She’s kind of a perfectionist, throwing herself into any role she needs to. It’s not too late to back out if you don’t think you can roleplay.”

“No, I’m good,” she quickly replied. “It just surprised me, almost as much as when your cute professor kissed you. I bet that’s something you’ve been dying to do.”

“It was just business for her,” I argued, dismissing her subtle hint. “She’s only interested in her research and would never jeopardize her position by having a relationship with a student.”

We pulled up to the familiar house belonging to Roxie, who kicked Mom and me out during our interview. Jennifer explained later that it was just an act she had set up ahead of time. After introductions, Claire’s gaze remained on Roxie’s impressive rack while I quickly went through my checklist.

When we arrived at the same point when Mom and I interviewed, Roxie described her breaking point. “Like you two, my son couldn’t keep his eyes off my breasts. I enjoyed the attention and flirted with him more often, accidentally bending over in front of him with my blouse unbuttoned. His constant attentiveness led to stepping up our dangerous game. What began as playful teasing transformed into something more serious. I remember the first time clearly. I stood at the counter preparing breakfast and he moved behind me. My heart raced when I felt his hands grip my waist. His fingers dug into my thin robe, pressing into my flesh.”

She paused, and after a few seconds, Claire prompted her, “So what happened next? Did he turn you around and kiss you?”

I laughed inwardly at Claire hinting at a kiss, hoping to show off her skill.

“Not right away,” Roxie replied. “Since you two are intimate, can I demonstrate what happened next?”

“Of course,” Claire jumped off the couch, pulling me up with her. Roxie stepped closer and instructed, “Brett, move behind your mother and grab her waist as my son did to me.”

Obeying her, I gripped my aunt’s waist. Her stomach sunk in as she inhaled deeply.

“That’s perfect,” Roxie stated. “Slowly move your hands upward, while you kiss her neck and whisper in her ear. I was so horny that I froze and couldn’t prevent him from advancing.”

I leaned in and kissed her neck, licking her smooth skin, while my hands crept upward, my fingers shifting around, feeling her succulent flesh. Her breaths shortened as I gripped her ribcage, my fingers sinking between her bones. I whispered, “I love you, Mom. Relax and enjoy the moment.”

“Excellent,” Roxie commented. “It was at this time, when I was totally relaxed, that he suddenly cupped and squeezed my breasts.”

Anticipating her speech, my hands were full of my aunt’s tits before Roxie finished. I squeezed and mauled her melons while my lips gripped her ear lobe, my tongue swirling around the rim. She gasped and her breasts heaved as I fondled her magnificent tits.

After a few moments of blissfully caressing my aunt’s breasts, Roxie continued, “All my defenses were already lowered when he fondled my breasts, but then he found my real weakness—my nipples. He squeezed and teased them until I cried for mercy.”

Claire’s body stiffened, knowing what would come next, and when my fingertips captured and squeezed her erect tips, she shrieked, “Fuck!!” Thinking her outburst might give her away, she followed up with, “That feels so good, baby. You really know how to treat your mother.”

While I twisted and teased her nipples, I kissed her neck and whispered, “Your tits drive me crazy, Mom. I love you so much.”

After several more minutes, Roxie remarked, “That’s exactly how it happened. It was easier explaining the details while watching you two act it out. Thanks for cooperating.” She sat back down and I moved backward, reluctantly releasing my aunt’s full tits.

Claire sat in a daze for the remainder of the interview, her pretty face displaying the pleasure she had endured from her nephew’s attention.

On the drive home, Claire broke the silence, “Well, that certainly turned out to be harder to act than I thought. Swear to me that you won’t tell your mother or Jennifer that you fondled my breasts.”

“Don’t worry, Auntie,” I promised. “That doesn’t need to be included in my report and I definitely won’t tell Mom. I’m not sure if she would have gone through with it like you did. You played the part of my loving mother perfectly. Thanks for helping me.”

“No problem,” she replied. “It’s an intriguing concept, how a mother and son can evolve into a physical relationship. Have you ever had thoughts like that concerning your mom?” She hesitated before adding, “Or me?”

I paused to think of an answer, deciding to flirt with her. “There’s no doubt that you’re both beautiful and sexy women, so it’d be easy to fall into that trap. I’ve never thought about being with my mother, though.”

She picked up on my intentionally leaving her out and replied, “Interesting. So, you’ve had some improper fantasies about us?”

Squirming uneasily, I stammered, “I think it’s best not to think about it, since there’s nothing to be gained by it.” Pulling into her driveway, I stopped and said, “Goodbye, Auntie. See you on Thursday.”

She smiled sexily, suspecting I had whacked off to her. “Good luck with your interview tomorrow. Be careful and not kiss your mother too passionately, or you might begin fantasizing about her, too.”

Once she drove away, I laughed, knowing that Jennifer had made up the story about a kissing interview.

Wednesday, I found myself walking to Jennifer’s office for my weekly meeting. Without saying anything to her office manager, she warned, “Jennifer’s waiting for you and she appeared a little upset. I’d tread lightly if I were you.”