Chapter 3

Mom greeted me in the front entryway, pulling me in with a tight hug, consoling me, “I saw my sister kissing and teasing my poor boy, getting him all fired up. Did she make you all hot and bothered? Can Mommy do anything to make it all better?”

Her embrace, with her warm body pressed against mine, offered a deep solace that words could never fully capture. Her gentle swaying and gentle caressing of my back brought back memories of how Mom always knew how to comfort me. Her natural scent, along with the fragrance of her shampoo flooded my senses, wrapping me in a comforting cocoon of warmth and affection.

“I love you so much, Mom,” I gushed. “You always know exactly how to brighten my mood.”

Facing me, she whispered, “Why don’t you crawl into bed and Mommy will come in to hear about your day.” She kissed me gently, her moist lips pressed against mine while her beautiful brown eyes conveyed her love.

I undressed while I walked to our room, anxious to bond again with my mother.

Lying prone in bed, my prick rested against my stomach, already hard and throbbing, anticipating what would unfold. Mom entered and smiled, her eyes devouring my nude body. Without bothering to take off her skirt or blouse, she crawled on top of me and sat down, her bare buns resting on my thighs. She leaned over, kissed me, and lustfully asked, “Did Beam follow my instructions? Did she slide her tight little pussy onto your hard cock and ride you like a cowgirl? Like this?”

She held my prick upright, rose a few inches, inched forward, and seated my cock into her slippery slot. A groan escaped her lips as she slowly descended my pole, rising after an inch before lowering again, until my cock was fully engulfed in her clinging cunt.

Her fingers dug into my ribs for leverage while grinding back and forth, massaging my bloated tip with her quivering pussy walls. When she began bouncing on my pole, I unfastened her skirt and tossed it aside. I stroked her legs while she removed and discarded her blouse. The sight of her hairy mound intermingling with mine when our groins collided made me glad that I insisted she remain natural.

“You’re riding me like Beam, but it’s way better with you, Mom,” I remarked. “The look of pleasure displayed on your face and the way you twist your pussy around makes it so much better.”

Her tits flopped wildly as her pace increased, her breathing short and labored. “That’s because of how much I love you,” she gushed. “Sex is only part of it. Squeeze my tits, baby. I’m ready to cum on your wonderful prick.”

With her spongy mounds filling my hands, I kneaded her doughy globes of flesh. “You’ve got great tits, Mom. I love how soft and meaty they feel.”

Her heavy panting prevented her from answering, her pussy already contracting with the onset of her orgasm. My fingertips locked onto her engorged nipples and twisted them, sending her over the top.

“Fuck!” she exclaimed. “I’m cumming hard, baby.” Her fingers squeezed my sides as she slammed her body onto mine, her puffy outer lips smashing against my pelvis. The sounds of our flesh slapping together and her loud huffing filled the room while her orgasm consumed her.

Her pussy juice splattered out each time she bottomed out, soaking my pubic hair. After several more grunts with each convulsion, she relaxed and fell on top of me, her hot breath washing my ear as she gasped for breath.

When she slid forward, my still-hard cock escaped from her clasping crevice, landing on my stomach. I caressed and rubbed her sweat-slickened back while she recovered. Her heartbeat, pulsing through her breasts, gradually slowed as her breathing returned to normal.

“Thanks, baby,” she whispered. “I’ve been horny all day thinking about my sister watching you fuck Beam. I take it that it played out as planned.”

“Beam delivered an incredible performance, Mom,” I replied. “By the way, she wanted me to thank you for helping her out with her horny condition.”

We chuckled, and savored a moment in silence, enjoying the contact of our flesh. Flashing back to when I dropped off Aunt Claire, I related, “Your sister is a lot like you. She couldn’t take her eyes off my prick sliding in and out of Beam’s tight pussy. When I dropped her off, she showed me how turned on she was.”

“Wait,” Mom interrupted me. “Flip me over and describe the juicy details while your cock drills my pussy.”

She giggled like a teenage girl while I held her and rolled us over until she was beneath me. We had made love so often that our orchestrated movements flowed with ease. While my hands squeezed her breasts, her hand wrapped around my fat cock-head, bent it until it nudged between her slick, engorged labia. Her hand moved to my ass and pulled me in while humping her hips to fully engulf my cock in her snug snatch. We kissed while our bodies mashed together. I set a hard, fast rhythm, pumping my prick in and out of Mom’s hairy, clenching cunt.

“You’re fucking Mommy so good, baby. I love the way your big cock fills me.”

“You’re the best, Mom,” I gasped. “No one makes me feel like you do. Your pussy is so wet and tight, I love fucking you.”

Our bodies moved together, almost automatically, knowing each other’s likes and dislikes. We weren’t fucking—we were making love. Her hands rubbed up and down my back, while I gently rocked against her, my cock easily gliding through her sopping wet pussy. Her velvety walls gripped and clenched onto my rod with each stroke.

After enjoying our intimate fuck for ten minutes, she gushed, “Tell me the rest of the story when you dropped my sister off at her house.”

Recalling the event, I flexed my hips causing Mom to grunt from my groin slamming into hers. “She was very curious as to how you and I conducted ourselves during our interviews and asked whether you knew I was breeding Beam. After telling her you were aware of the first time, I lied and explained that you didn’t know about any further involvement. When I pleaded for her silence and not to tell you, she promised, but only if I showed her how I kissed you during our most recent interview she thought we did.”

“Show me,” she uttered, her breasts heaving from my relentless pounding.

Locking our eyes together, we kissed as lovers, our tongues dancing together. Hot air gushed from our nostrils as we struggled to breathe with our mouths joined as one. She gripped my ass, while I extended the length of my stroking, almost escaping her fiery pit. When she squeezed my cheeks, I’d slam back to the bottom of her clasping cunt.

Easing off her mouth, I gasped, “While we kissed, I squeezed her tits, like this.”

My hands wrapped around Mom’s mounds and played with them without decreasing my pace. When my fingertips found her engorged nipples, I squeezed and twisted them. She bucked her hips, almost throwing me off.

“When I shoved my fingers into her wet, horny cunt, she grabbed my prick and clamped onto it, kind of like your tight pussy is doing to it right now,” I croaked.

“Fuck me hard, baby. Show me how you’re going to pound my sister with your big prick!” she begged, her grunting rising in volume as her body raced toward her orgasm.

Obediently obeying my mother, I slammed into her with all my strength, giving her all I had. Her hands gripped my ribs, her fingernails digging into my flesh, holding on for dear life. It spurred me on to drive into her even harder, knocking the wind out of her with each stroke.

Her pussy shook as her body stiffened with the onset of her orgasm. Taunting her to heighten her climax, I exclaimed, “You want to watch me fuck your sister hard and fill her with sperm, don’t you? You want me to breed her like I did you?”

She wrapped her legs around me and locked her ankles as I shifted my knees to rise higher, lifting her off the bed. She hung onto me as her body flailed with wanton lust, one orgasm after another firing off.

“Yes!” she screamed. “Breed me like you’re going to do to her. Fill me up, motherfucker!”

Feeling my balls tighten while my body tingled with excitement, I thrust as hard as I could, my spongy, bloated cockhead flattening against her cervix. My balls contracted as my legs stiffened before my prick exploded. Streams of cum painted her walls, filling her convulsing pussy with thick, creamy baby batter. She grunted with approval with each blast of searing-hot semen escaping the end of my pulsing cock.

Blissfulness swept through both of us as our orgasms subsided. As her legs fell to the bed, she hugged me tightly, pulling me onto her heaving, sweaty body. “Jesus, Brett. That was incredible.”

“You got that right, Mom,” I gasped. “The desire to reproduce and have a child is a powerful emotion. Combine that with a woman who can fuck like you and the pleasure is increased tenfold.”

Fully relaxed, my body felt heavy on top of her, but when I attempted to roll off, she whispered, “Stay where you are, sweetie. I love the feeling of my baby sleeping on top of me.”

Five minutes later, we both fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, my classes dragged on forever while I anxiously awaited the evening’s event. Cutting classes early, I took the bus home, leaving my car at school.

After Jennifer and Mom greeted me at the door with a hug, my gaze scanned up and down their beautiful bodies, each cloaked in a short, pleated skirt. The turgid tips of their nipples briefly played against the thin fabric of their blouses. Jennifer asked, “Aria, did you invite Claire out to dinner as planned?”

“She was absolutely thrilled when I invited her to spend the evening with us,” Mom replied with a grin. “The way she talked, I could tell she has a bit of a crush on you. But honestly, who could blame her?”

Mom kissed Jennifer and continued, “We’ll dine out and beat it back here afterward. I told her that Brett is spending the night with his friends and with his car missing, she’ll be convinced it’s strictly a girl’s night this evening.”

“Excellent!” Jennifer exclaimed. “I’m becoming aroused, just thinking about what’s going to happen.” She faced me and asked, “Are you all set, Brett? Any questions?”

My mind drifted back to the prior day when I was pounding my prick into my pretty professor’s tight pussy and with a smirky grin, I asked, “No. I’m all set. You certainly look excited, or is that a special glow on your face?”

Mom giggled while Jennifer blushed and replied, “It’s too early to know, but my office manager did leave a pregnancy test on my desk this morning. It’s a good thing I trust her completely, but we’ll need to limit our activities outside of school in the future.”

We chuckled and knowing it was near the time for Claire to arrive, I bid them farewell and headed to my room to sequester myself. Ten minutes later, I heard my aunt talking to Mom and Jennifer before they left for the restaurant.

Knowing they’d be gone for at least an hour, I indulged in a long, leisurely shower before drying off. Seeing no need to wear anything, I pranced around the house nude, preparing for my aunt’s surprise party. Grabbing the comfortable ottoman from the living room, I hauled it to our closet in the master bedroom. Shifting Mom’s clothes to the side, I positioned it so that when I sat, I could see through a crack in the doors.

After placing the DVD I had made per Mom’s instructions by the player, I waited in the living room. When I heard Mom’s car pull in, I dashed to the closet and sat on the padded ottoman. After twenty minutes of listening to their conversation, the giggles and laughter started to grow more frequent. Mom and Jennifer were working together to loosen my aunt up.

Hearing their footsteps pad down the hall, I held my breath as they entered. Mom pointed to the bed and said, “Sit down and I’ll show you what I was talking about.”

Both Jennifer and Claire kicked off their shoes and hopped onto the bed, sitting cross-legged. When Jennifer’s skirt rose, revealing her smooth, creamy thighs, Claire’s gaze fixated on my professor’s luscious wares.

Mom cleared her throat, breaking Claire’s attention, locked eyes with her, and explained, “When you asked earlier as to how I prepared myself to confront mothers having affairs with their sons, I told you it was difficult for me to envision such a forbidden act. To better prepare myself, so I wouldn’t act too shocked, I researched the topic and made this DVD to aid me in being more comfortable during the interviews.”

After inserting the DVD into the player, she jumped up on the bed and sat by Claire, opposite Jennifer, sandwiching my aunt between them. Mom hit the ‘Play’ button and it wasn’t long until the first video started rolling. It was one of my favorite mom-and-son pornos as it was a slow burn up to the action. Claire’s eyes widened as it became clear as to the subject matter. All three of them watched intently at the screen as the couple fucked. The actor’s dialogue emphasized that it was a son and mother having sex.

After the first video finished, short clips of sons pounding their mothers ran one after the other, their screams of passion filling the room. Jennifer and Mom would occasionally slap their hand on Claire’s exposed upper leg and gently squeeze before releasing. Their expressions displayed their excited, horny condition. My hard prick throbbed, recalling the scenes I’d seen many times before.

When Mom turned off the video, Claire exclaimed, “Wow! That was incredible. The intensity was off the charts. Even though they were just acting, they really drew you into their world. Did it really make you more at ease when interviewing the mothers?”

“It did,” Mom replied. “It helped lessen the shock of hearing about their affairs, although it didn’t ease my discomfort, having to pretend I was involved with my son. Thank goodness Jennifer was able to assist me through the process.”

Claire looked at Jennifer, who was smiling wide, faced Mom again, and asked, “How was she able to do that?”

“She played the part of Brett and helped perfect my acting to convince the mothers,” Mom answered, pausing a bit, before adding, “When a client desired proof by watching us kiss or touch each other, it was much easier to do since I’d already done those things with Jennifer.”

Once it sunk into Claire, she asked, “Really? You kissed another woman?”

Jennifer giggled and interjected, “Hey. I’m right here.”

“Sorry,” Claire said, her shocked expression softening. “I just never thought of my older sister doing that.”

Mom leaned over in front of Claire and said, “Let me show you how nice it can be.”

Jennifer kissed Mom, their joined mouths inches away from Claire’s wide-open eyes. It was a gentle, loving display of affection and after a few seconds, Mom pulled back. “Try it, Sis,” Mom urged. “It won’t kill you to experiment a little.”

When Jennifer pursed her lips, Claire kissed her. Their mouths moved around as they enjoyed the sensuous feel of their mouths pressed together. From the widening of Claire’s eyes, I knew Jennifer’s tongue had darted into my aunt’s mouth. My aunt ran her fingers through Jennifer’s scalp as their kiss intensified. After a few moments, Jennifer released her. Claire’s lust-filled face displayed the excitement she felt, from kissing another woman.

“She also aided me when I’d have to go beyond kissing,” Mom croaked. “Let me demonstrate.”

Mom’s hand gripped Claire’s head while leaning in to kiss her. Claire ran her fingers through Mom’s silky hair as she had done with Jennifer, her inhibitions completely broken down. Their breaths quickened as they French kissed. While the sisters kissed, Jennifer stroked Claire’s thigh, and after a few moments, Mom’s hand cupped and squeezed Claire’s breast. My aunt groaned from the unexpected move but didn’t do anything to stop her.

When their kiss ended, Jennifer exclaimed, “Wow! That was really hot!” She unbuttoned her blouse and tossed it onto the floor, before slipping off her skirt. Completely nude, she lay prone and pleaded, “Aria, you two have made me horny. It’s time to play our game.”

Claire, shifting her attention from Mom to Jennifer’s shapely body, gasped, “You’re absolutely stunning. What game do you two play?”

Mom crawled off the bed, stepped to her nightstand, and retrieved her sleeping mask and the small rubber prick out of the drawer. Handing the mask to Jennifer, she explained, “It’s how Jennifer taught me how to quell my horniness before I accompanied Brett on his interviews.”

After Jennifer slid on the mask, Mom leaned down and cupped Jennifer’s left breast. Explaining to Claire, she said, “She wears the mask and fantasizes she’s with a man. Help me warm her up and play with her other tit.”

Claire enthusiastically cupped and squeezed Jennifer’s breast, her fingers exploring every square inch of succulent flesh. Jennifer’s breasts heaved as Mom and Claire teased the erect, pointed nubs perched on top of the perfect globes. When Jennifer humped her hips, Mom pulled off and said, “Suck on her nipple while you play with the other. It’s time to feed her horny pussy.”

Mom ran the rubber dick through Jennifer’s engorged slit several times before shoving it in an inch. My cock ached, watching Mom sink the fake prick into my professor’s hungry hole. When it was fully engulfed, Mom pulled it part way out before jamming it back to the bottom. Jennifer groaned and flexed her hips while Mom fucked her rapidly, bumping her thumb against Jennifer’s erect clit, peeking out of her hood.

After several more minutes of furious stroking, Mom taunted Jennifer, “It’s time to cum on your fantasy man’s cock. Think of who you’re fucking and imagine his face scrunched up from his cock exploding.”

“Fuck!” Jennifer exclaimed. “I’m cumming on his cock. Fuck me harder!”

Mom increased her pace while her fingers squeezed Jennifer’s clit. Pussy juice flowed out, smearing Mom’s fingers with sweet nectar. Claire rose and gazed upon the sexy professor’s body, giggled, and commented, “Jesus, that was something. I had no idea the fun you two were having over here while I was busy working.”

Mom’s reply was to strip off her own blouse and skirt, ready for her turn. Jennifer pulled off her mask and smiled when she caught sight of Mom’s nude body, promptly handing her the blindfold. After she rolled to the side to make room, Mom flopped down on her back, spread her legs, and masked herself.

Jennifer picked up the cum-coated dildo, held it out, and faced Claire. “Do you want the top or the bottom?” she asked huskily.

Claire smiled, grabbed the fake prick, and moved between Mom’s widely splayed legs. While Jennifer sucked and licked Mom’s nipples, my aunt ran her fingers through Mom’s bush, playfully tugging and pulling tufts of fur.

I pumped my cock, remembering me doing the same to her. My mind drifted to when Mom and I first fucked on the kitchen floor. Pre-cum oozed from my tip, coating my shaft as I firmly stroked my pole. Mom’s loud groans snapped me out of my reverie.

Claire furiously pumped the rubber cock in and out of Mom’s pussy while Jennifer kissed Mom, her hands squeezing and mauling Mom’s tits. I suppressed my own groans watching Mom’s hips jerk and bounce, her orgasm quickly approaching.

“Sis is really horny. She loves the way you’re playing with her tits,” Claire remarked.

“Don’t be silly,” Jennifer replied. “It’s from watching those videos of sons pounding their horny mothers that turned her on.”

“Oh, my!” Claire responded, her face blushing, suspecting her sister lustfully craved her son.

Jennifer faced Mom and croaked, “Your man is ready to cum. Concentrate on an image of his handsome face in your mind and think of his cock plunging in and out of your horny pussy.”

Mom grunted, and exclaimed, “I’m cumming on his wonderful prick!”

Claire gripped Mom’s succulent thigh with one hand while her other pumped the dildo in and out of Mom’s contracting cunt. After Mom relaxed, Jennifer helped pull her up to a sitting position. Mom removed her mask and whispered, “Thanks. I really needed that.” Extending her hand, she offered the mask to Claire.

My aunt blushed and declined, “That’s okay. This is your game, not mine. I’d rather head home and take care of myself privately.”

Jennifer’s face pouted as she leaned closer and asked, “Are you sure?” When her hand sensuously stroked Claire’s thigh, my aunt’s expression turned lustful as the sexy professor swooned her. She leaned forward and kissed Jennifer, gently at first, transitioning to an open-mouthed French kiss.

While they concentrated on their kiss, Mom slid the blindfold onto Claire before removing my aunt’s blouse and bra. My prick lurched, seeing my aunt’s proud tits for the first time. They matched Mom’s in size, capped with carmine-tipped nubs. After Mom gently shoved her sister to the mattress, she pulled off her skirt and panties.