Chapter 1

The husbands had met at their new jobs shortly after graduating from college. As time passed, they had become quite close, and taken to socializing outside of the workplace. The four of them started meeting on Saturdays and Sundays for a round of golf.

Fridays were known for beer and pool after work. The guys became closer and closer.

When the company they worked for offered to sponsor a softball team to compete against other companies in town, they were the first four to sign up.

It became a regular Saturday event even surpassing the guys’ interest in golf. Besides, they still had Sundays.

When the team began to win in their division, the company offered to sponsor Family Barbeques after every softball game. The company would make a payment each week to offset park rental, food, and non alcoholic drinks. The participants would need to provide the cooking.

So enter the wives and children of the players and even non playing employees. Every weekend, the wives, especially of the four, would prepare salads and pot luck menu items such as casseroles and pasta dishes. They would be served cold. The husbands would grill hamburgers and hot dogs.

Fortunately for the Four, the wives hit it off and their families would generally sit together at the barbeques. Even their kids, each of the Four had one son apiece all the same age, got along well together.

The closeness of the Four continued to grow. The next step in their group bromance was to take their vacations together. Since the plant closed down for two weeks every summer, they all had their vacations at the same time.

Camping it was! The families would each rent a cottage at a campground near Yellowstone each summer. The Four would spend most of their time off fishing. Fishing, morning and afternoon. I don’t know if it was their skill or the abundance of fish in the area but we ate fish almost nightly for two weeks. Fortunately the moms were good cooks and the provided meals were typically good and included different taste profiles.

The moms were a pretty attractive group in their own right. They garnered a lot of attention from other men in the park and even their teenage sons.

There was Janet, five foot five, maybe 120 pounds, and supporting massive D cups on her average sized frame. She tended to wear baggy clothes most of the time so as to hide her physique. But, the boys, the sons and not the Four, would ogle her every time she appeared in her bathing suit.

Next was Indhira, of Indian heritage as evidenced by her name. We boys all thought she was a cute little thing. Standing just five foot nothing and weighing maybe 100 pounds, her petite figure made us guess at her bra size but her son, Ravi, gave us the answer as B cups after checking the dirty laundry one week.

Jimmy’s mother was Gina. This woman could cook. And she was gorgeous in my eyes. About five foot two or three, of Italian heritage, she looked Italian. She was carrying about 140 pounds on her luscious frame, mostly in the boobs and the butt. Her ass was sublime. Every time she paraded about the campground in her short shorts or on the beach in a matronly bikini, if there is such a thing, my view would focus on that chubby butt of hers. But my view would be teased away by the sway and bounce of her incredible tits. In my opinion, Gina was the best of the four moms and that was saying a lot in this crowd with one D cup woman already.

Jimmy was my best friend and he knew about me ogling his mom and the crush I had for her. He was equally enthralled by my mother. A Nubian princess. Jimmy’s infatuation with her was obvious. The other mothers would tease my mother, Diana, about her extra son. It was like they were attached at the hip. Anywhere Diana was found, Jimmy would be not very far away ogling her great body.

My mom was as attractive as any of the other mothers. The tallest of the group, she stood at five seven and weighed about 150 pounds. Good sized tits, solid C cups, information I shared with the boys, a bubble butt and long firm legs.

There were never any arguments about whose Mom was the best looking from us boys. We each had a favorite and openly discussed our choices. But, none of the boys would miss a chance to check out any of the four mothers.

Time passed and big changes, cracks in the foundation, became evident. Jimmy’s father got a new job at a company across town. That ended the company sponsored events for him, of course. Ravi’s father was sent to the Asian operations center meaning he would be away three months at a time. The weekend golfing foursome was ending as well.

Gina was the first of the group to have to deal with divorce. My mom was next. My father and Jimmy’s father were pulled away from the Four by competing interests with new wives, and, yes, even children. The Four was doomed as an entity. And the final nail was driven into the coffin of their extended youth by the final two divorces.

But the wives and sons hung on to each other for support. When family homes were being sold and new, smaller ones bought, the moms ended up living in the same neighborhood. It was a great neighborhood. Mid-size houses on larger lots, it was quiet and mature. There were trees everywhere giving it a forested look.

We were lucky in that Indhira had been given the largest divorce settlement which she invested in one of the larger houses in the neighborhood. The house was perfect for us boys. It had a great swimming pool, a hot tub and sauna, a basketball court, and even a huge patio area, virtually an outdoor kitchen. It was centrally located to all our homes so it was a natural meeting place for mothers and sons.

We spent a good deal of time together. One of the fathers was overheard to refer to them as the Danville Divorced Bitches Club. All of us sons retained our infatuations with our respective mom choices. We had girls at school, of course, and engaged in casual dating but none of us four had long term girlfriends. More often than not, dates were group affairs with us doing the traditional high school events.

This left the moms as our regular sources of discussions concerning sexual activities. All of us, yuck, were still virgins.

The summer of our eighteenth years, the moms decided to continue the tradition of the two week vacation at the same Yellowstone campground. Instead of four separate cottages though, the moms decided to opt for the largest cabin on the site with all of us staying together. The cabin was quite opulent, an imitation log cabin, ranch style, with five bedrooms, four bathrooms, and a huge livingroom. The livingroom TV was huge and had a satellite connection as well.

Clothing for all us became extremely casual. All of us boys wore board shorts as bathing suits. We stayed in them pretty much from breakfast to bedtime.

The moms were not much different. They started their days in bikinis and beach covers which would come off and on depending upon the moment’s activities which included cooking, swimming at the beach, sun tanning sessions in the afternoon followed by more swimming and more cooking. At night, we all gathered together on the huge sectional couch able to seat all eight of us in order to watch movies, still in swim wear but usually with the sons wearing t-shirts and the moms in their beach covers or robes.

One day, it was pretty cold, damp, and windy. Just a storm passing through which didn’t hinder us guys from swimming but meant that we were feeling cold much of the day. The Mom’s passed on their tanning since there wasn’t a lot of sun that day.

At dinner that night, we guys decided to forego the still wet bathing suits and came to dinner in boxers and T-shirts. The moms still wore their bikinis but they hadn’t gotten wet even once that day. But, over them, they all wore robes with varying degrees of transparency.

I should point out that our moms were not blind, nor deaf or dumb. They knew of our fascinations with each of their bodies as they had caught us a few times exercising our enjoyment of watching their bodies. They must have known that they were some of our masturbatory material. Now in their late thirties or early forties, and after their divorces, the moms seemed to need some validations of themselves as sexy, beautiful women and we sons were happy to give that validation...

I don’t know if the moms ever discussed it, but they wouldn’t go to any extremes to hide their bodies from our gazes. They enjoyed what was going on.

The ladies would generally end their days with wine. On the night of the storm, we were watching movies earlier than usual which meant that more wine was being consumed and the moms were feeling pretty tipsy. We guys had snuck off to the forest after dinner and shared a joint so we had a small buzz going as well.

Partway through the evening, while Gina was opening a new bottle of wine, their third, Janet walked over to her son, Mark, and pulled him to his feet, telling him she wanted to dance. I grabbed the remote and activated the radio. I found a station playing R&B that I thought the ladies would enjoy and the guys could tolerate.

Mark grudgingly stood in front of his mom and she put her arms around him. Starting off in the position we guys all thought of proper was with one arm around her and the other holding her hand away. There was a more than respectable distance between them.

They began to sway gently to the music of Alicia Keys. Considering one was tipsy and the other buzzed, they were doing a good job of dancing. Gina interrupted them by squeezing past with two new bottles of wine, and to our instant gratification a cold twelve pack of beer that none of us knew was in the house.

All activity stopped for a few minutes while the guys chugged a healthy quaff from their beer. The moms refilled their glasses and toasted each other.

With the music still playing, Gina grabbed Jimmy again and returned to dancing. This time his mother put her arms around Jimmy’s neck. His hands in turn were on her waist. They seemed to be fighting each other to keep their distance from one another.

“That looks like fun,” said Indhira. Getting to her feet and holding her hand out to Ravi, she said, “C’mon and show your mom your moves.” Ravi was the best dancer of all of us and soon he and his mom were in a similar position to Janet and Mark, swaying gently to the music but with added footwork. Jimmy and Gina quickly joined the other couples on the livingroom dance floor.

I sank back into the couch doing my best to imitate the invisible man. It wasn’t that I was a bad dancer, I was just kind of shy around my mother. Always had been.

While everyone took advantage of one song ending by having more beer and wine, Mom walked over to me and bent down to look me in the eye.

“You’re dancing with your mom, buster”, she said. Buster? What old movie had she gotten that from?

I gave the typical teenage response. “Mo-om”, I whined.

The other dancers, still drinking, began to hoot and holler. The guys were ridiculing me while their moms were encouraging mine to drag me to my feet. With no one on my side, I gave up the battle.

My mom and I started dancing and the rest followed suit. It didn’t take long before I actually started to enjoy myself. I think Gina might have been the leader of the group in terms of being tipsy. Gradually, she kept moving closer and closer to her son. Leading the way were her giant tits and soon enough they were plastered against her son’s chest.

I tried to signal to the other guys what I was seeing. But, they, half drunk and high that they were, were completely focused on their own individual mothers.

Mark and Janet had the same kind of thing going except that Jimmy’s arms were wrapped around his mom and he was caressing her back. Indhira and Ravi seemed to be taking their cues from Jimmy and his mom. What one would do, the other would copy. I don’t think they even realized what they were doing.

As for mom and me, we started off the same way as the other three couples. Being the tallest mother of the group, my mother was in a clinch with me while her head was laying on my shoulder. Looking down her top, I had a clear view of her tits.

Without conscious thought, my hands drifted from her hips to her ass. Mom was a jogger so she had very firm and well defined ass cheeks. I was enjoying the feel of them as I squeezed and rubbed those cheeks. Mom seemed to be enjoying it too as she was moaning, “Riiickee”, into my ear.

I don’t really know how we progressed to the next step the way we did. During a commercial break between songs, we all stopped for more drinks. Gina started to open the third bottle of wine for the moms, while Ravi opened another beer for each of us.

Deciding to light a fire, Jimmy and I worked together placing the kindling with small logs around it. Kneeling side by each, Jimmy was able to lean towards me and whisper, “I almost felt my mother’s ass, dude,” he said.

I responded with, “Bro, I so touched my mom’s ass!”

Jimmy gave me a very startled look. “Really?” he asked.

“Tru dat, bro.”

“You’re lying,” he said to me. His voice held hints of envy and even jealousy.

“Watch when we start dancing again,” I said.

With the fire crackling, we returned to the couch and had a couple more swallows of beer each. Everyone else was in dancing position waiting for us. The next song that came on was a hip hop version of an old 90’s song. The moms recognized the lyrics and tune and started their soccer moms version of upbeat dancing.

It was a couple of songs later that another slow one started to play. Jimmy must have whispered something to the other guys as all their eyes were on me. Without hesitation, I pulled mom close. Her arms were around my neck and I could feel her breath in my ear. My hands were back on her ass, pulling and pushing her cheeks, squeezing and releasing them.

Slowly, I turned Mom in a circle so all the guys could see what I was doing. They all showed me grins of appreciation. The song ended and another fast one came on and we all were back to bumping and grinding. Then another slow one with all of our hands on our mothers’ asses.

At the end of that song, one by one, the mothers fell onto the couches exhausted looking. Each guy topped up his own mother’s glass and handed them over. We all ended up flopping on the couch sitting close to our own mothers.

My mom snuggled close in to me so I put my arm around her. She leaned her head against my shoulder and closed her eyes. Great! She’s going to fucking sleep and I’m stuck here.

Looking around the room, it was like a bunch of mirror images. What was going on? Every mother and son couple in the room was in the same position as I was. Every son had their mom in their arms. It was like we were playing that child’s game of copycat.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of something crawling on Mom’s shoulder. With the hand wrapped around her shoulder, I was just able to reach the insect and swat it away.

Mum woke up and asked me what was happening. I told her that I had just swatted a bug on her shoulder.

“You’re such a good son,” she said to me. “Taking such good care of your mommy.”

I stammered an answer. “Um ... yeah ... okay.” I really didn’t know what to say. It was just a bug.

Mom said, “Let me thank you properly.” Without pausing, she reached up, casually sort of ran her fingertips along one cheek, took my chin in her fingers, and turned my head towards her lips. Before I knew it, her lips were on mine and she was kissing me ever so passionately. I was taken aback by her sudden onset of passion, our kisses had up til then mostly just been of the peck variety, so I held back and even tried to push back.

I heard a chuckle from mom and she started to lick my lips. Her grip on my head intensified and mom pulled my mouth in even tighter. Our lips were mashed together. Mom began to force her tongue between my lips. I was so surprised by this amazing turn of events that my mouth opened. Not as a result of passion but more of slack jawed amazement.

Whatever the reason, my mother took advantage of it. With her hands wrapped around my head, she was playing with my hair. Her tongue was questing within the boundary established by my lips. Her tongue began jousting with mine.

Her actions were getting past my confusion. My confusion was lessening only to be replaced by a growing sense of passion on my part. Within moments I was kissing my mother just as passionately as she was kissing me. My tongue followed hers back into mom’s mouth.

The dueling tongues clashed and mine retreated. My mom was pulling on my lips with her teeth and giving them little nips. I had my arms up under her uplifted arms and was rubbing her shoulders and caressing her back.

The result was that she was being pushed closer and closer to me until, at some point, her tits, those big beautiful, full and firm tits, were mashed against my chest. I imagined her nipples were hard and digging into my chest hair.

One of her hands began to drift down past my shoulders and along my side. Her moans continued as I was rubbing her back. I was trying to get a good angle so I could reach her big boobs. Firm C cups anointed my mom’s chest. They invited the gaze, they invited the touch, they invited lips to lick them.

Mom was still moaning but seemingly sensing what my hands were looking for, she adjusted her position so she was sitting sideways on my lap with her long legs stretched out as far as they could go without kicking the other mother son couple beside us.

I had actually forgotten that we were not alone in the room. I leaned down to lick the side of Mom’s neck and glanced around the room. No one was staring at us. All the guys and their mothers were conducting their own makeout sessions. Jimmy was the fastest moving of us all, or the most ambitious, as he already had his hands on his own mother’s tits. She certainly wasn’t arguing.

As I glanced around the room, I just couldn’t figure out what was going on. This didn’t make any sense. Under normal circumstances our mothers would never have let us do these things to them. And, it wasn’t just one mother. Each and every mother was crossing boundaries with their sons.