Tits Are For Sucking -- Part Seven

Mothers and sons fuck away the weekend together as all secrets are revealed.

Author's note -- this story contains scenes of homosexual activity. All participants in this story are of legal age. Check out the previous six chapters for a lot more backstory and fun! Yeah, this thing has turned into novel-length proportions and you'll miss out on a lot if you don't start from the beginning. You won't be disappointed.



Gripping the handle of a small, beige overnight case, Mom stepped into the living room as Mike and I tried to act normal. What an impossible joke, with Mike's wet, drooping cock slung across his bare thigh, and me in front of him, sitting on my heels with his fresh ejaculate dribbling down my chin.

"Mrs. Busby!" Mike gasped, eyes wide. I wasn't much different, looking like a fool, caught in the act of fellating my best friend.

"Mom, what are you doing here?" Was all I could think to say. In spite of our amazing, and exhausting, journey into the world of incest in recent days, I wasn't sure what kind of reaction Mom would have to this homoerotic tableau.

"My, my..." She smiled, a gleam of approval in her eyes. "Cat's out of the bag now."

A voice sounded from the dining area, behind us.

"Phyllis, I told you these guys were getting it on," Mrs. Arden chuckled, her terrycloth bathrobe hanging open to reveal her plump, luscious body underneath. Her huge areolas peeked from behind thick cotton while her bush bristled unapologetically from between two full thighs. "Now you have proof!"

"Oh, I believed you, honey," Mom replied. "At their age, I have no doubt they'll fuck just about anyone or anything."

"Mom, please!" I objected.

"Relax, young man." Mom smiled again, placing her overnight case on the sofa, next to Mike. I was still sitting on the floor in front of him, my face inches away from his cock, as she approached me.

"Oh, look at your chin!" Mom reverted into "mother" mode. She knelt beside me, turning my face toward hers, inspecting the pearly, white goo. "Messy boy."

With that, she licked the semen from my mouth and chin. I quivered as her tongue did its work.

"You should learn to swallow," she added, smacking her lips, then kissing my mouth several times for good measure. I could faintly hear Mrs. Arden's moan of approval in the distance.

"I asked Phyllis to come over and share the fun," Mike's mother laughed, walking up behind her son, placing her hands on his bare shoulders, gently massaging them. Her fingertips almost touched her son's nipples. "I hope you guys don't mind."

"Yeah, you scoundrels!" Mom furrowed her brow. "All of this sex going on and you expect me to stay home by myself? Fuck that! Mom wants some, too!"

Both women laughed. I started to relax, and Mike managed to close his mouth.

"Jesus, how long has our secret been out?" Mike asked to no one in particular. Mom and Mrs. Arden eyed each other, waiting for the other to speak. Mrs. Arden finally broke the silence.

"It's a little complicated, but we'll explain..." Mike's mother paused. Her fingertips now brushed across Mike's pointed tips, making him bite his lower lip with pleasure. "...Later." She turned to my mother.

"Did you have breakfast, love?" Mrs. Arden asked. "I can get you something."

"I'm fine, thanks." Mom looked at the two of us, buck naked with our erections bobbing. "I wouldn't mind getting more comfortable, though."

"Be our guest," Mrs. Arden replied, walking past us to within inches of my mother. Mom shuddered as Mrs. Arden brushed her cheek, gazing deeply into her eyes. Then, to our surprise, Mrs. Arden placed a deep, lingering kiss on my mother's mouth.

"Mmmm..." Mom moaned as their mouths worked together. Even before the kiss ended, she was unbuttoning her white blouse. Mike and I looked at each other, amazed and pleased at the show.

"Fuuuck," I mouthed to my best friend. He nodded.

"Come to the bedroom so we can put your things away," Mrs. Arden said, retrieving the overnight case. She took Mom's hand and led her down the hallway.

Mike and I looked at each other again and got to our feet. Without a word, we followed our mothers into the bedroom.

"So nice to get out of this," Mom said as she handed her blouse to Mrs. Arden, who placed it on a hanger in the closet. Her breasts, while not overly ample, filled out the white, flowered cups of her bra wonderfully. A hint of areola peeked from underneath the sheer, upper part of the garment.

Mom's black polyester slacks slipped down her legs and she handed them to Mrs. Arden, who placed them onto another hanger, next to the blouse.

Anxiety switched to anticipation as more of my mother's clothes came off. Her bra slipped down her arms, revealing those beautiful, now familiar breasts. Her pink, silver dollar-sized areolas, while not nearly as large as Mike's mother's, accented her erect nipples wonderfully. Mom's panties slipped down her thighs, revealing a sweet, dark bush. It wasn't as thick as Mrs. Arden's, but still provided plenty to nuzzle.

"There, isn't that better?" Mrs. Arden purred, running her hands all over Mom's bare skin.

"Uh huh," Mom panted, her face flushed. I could smell her excitement.

Mrs. Arden pinched my mother's nipples and pulled up, lifting her breasts. Mom clenched her teeth and hissed with arousal.

"Sweet baby," she whispered to my mother, soft, red lips brushing her cheek.

"Oh, goddamn," Mom said, looking over at me, then Mike. "What do we do now?"

"Somebody needs to fuck," Mrs. Arden grinned, her eyes wide with lust.

For a few seconds, we all stared at each other, wondering who was going to fuck who, then Mrs. Arden spoke up.

"Mike," she barked, "take her from behind."

I was shocked! I couldn't believe she said that, but shit, if we were going to fuck, then it was time to fuck!

Then it started to get weird.

To my surprise, Mom's demeanor changed. She started to resist as Mike and his mother pushed her onto the bed.

"No...NO!!!" Her voice quivered with anger and fear. "You don't have my permission! You need to ask my permission!"

My best friend backed away, but his mother didn't stop. With his cock still bobbing and ready, Mike looked over at me, eyes searching for an answer.

This was getting more and more bizarre. Mom, obviously aroused and ready, resisted, just like she did a few days ago in our kitchen, when I took her by surprise by bending her over the Formica counter.

Mrs. Arden wasn't having any of my mother's protests.

"Son, don't listen to her," she growled to Mike. "Fucking slut needs a good raping."

What the hell? I thought to myself. This was really getting off the rails! Part of me wanted to defend my mother, but another part of me sensed there was more than meets the eye.

"I...I..." Mike was at a loss for what to do.

"Phyllis, get on your hands and knees, like a dog," Mrs. Arden commanded, totally in charge. The speed of Mom's response surprised me as she assumed the position, making her pussy totally exposed and vulnerable.

"That's it," Mrs. Arden hissed. "You obey me...or else!"

With a shrug, she let her robe fall to the carpet, revealing her plush, matronly body. The vision of her totally nude form distracted me. God, what a sexy woman. I couldn't take my eyes off her tits, with areolas the size of my palm and thumb-sized nipples erect and ready to suck. An added dimension of eroticism came from knowing Mrs. Arden was lactating, virtually a milk maiden for her son. They had what is now known as an Adult Nursing Relationship.

But Mom's continued objections snapped me out of my reverie.

"You fucking bastards," My mother said in a low, throaty voice. "You can't take me without my permission. That's rape! You don't have permission to rape me!"

Permission. Permission and rape. She kept using those words, as if they were the keys to unlock some yet-unexplored dark desire.

"Shut up!" Mrs. Arden slapped Mom's ass, making her yelp. "You're getting fucked by my son, whether you like it or not!" She took Mike's hand and led him to the bed, only inches away from Mom's upturned rear.

"Get up there and fuck Mrs. Busby!" She said. In a heartbeat, her demeanor changed as she looked at me, then back at her son.

"Don't be afraid, guys," she said in a hushed voice. "Trust me on this. It's okay."

Again, Mike and I glanced at each other, still somewhat uncertain. My mother spoke up.

"Is this all right?" She asked. Gripping the headboard, she looked over her shoulder at us. The tension in her voice vanished for a moment. Now she sounded docile and submissive, like a little girl.

I was beginning to understand, and I think Mike was, too.

Cupping her son's buttocks, Mrs. Arden guided him up on the bed, to where he knelt right behind Mom. My best friend was getting into the mood. With his cock at full mast, he placed his hands on my mother's hips. Mrs. Arden gripped her son's hardness and, her other hand still on his ass, rubbed the tip up and down Mom's glistening, wet pussy.

Placing the wet tip against Mom's swollen pussy lips, Mrs. Arden said, "push." Mike responded and, buttocks tensing, started to enter my mother. The response was immediate.

"Goddamn you, rapist!" Mom cried out, once again pretending to be angry and indignant, but the pure lust in her voice betrayed her.

Slowly undulating, Mike pushed deeper and deeper. The moment his cock was all the way in, his balls pressing against my mother's ass, she threw her head back and growled.

"Naughty! Naughty!" She wailed. "Naughty rapist!"

Mrs. Arden chuckled, watching my mother's face. She slapped her son's ass.

"Fuck her, son...fuck her NOW!"

Mike didn't hesitate. The next moment, he was slapping his body against Mom's sweet rump.

"Agggh!" He made a deep, guttural animal sound. Obviously, my mother's pussy was just what he needed.

"Fuck, yeah," Mrs. Arden said, rubbing her big tits and relishing the show. "Fuck her and let us watch."

All Mike could do was look at his mother, nod, then go back to fucking.

"Ohhh, that's it," Mom shuddered, gasping with pleasure. "Fuck, yeah! Rape me! RAPE ME!!!"

Grunting, Mike dug his fingers into Mom's hips as he assaulted her pussy. I marveled at the sight of my best friend fucking my mother from behind, barely believing what was happening.

"Yes...yes," Mrs. Arden stood right beside her panting, sweaty son. "Fuck her...fuck her pussy good and hard." Beads of milk formed on her nipples. Feeding time was somewhere on the near horizon.

I watched, unable to speak. Jesus, this was fucking strange, but hot as hell as Mom submitted to the "rape".

I slipped off my underwear during all of this, exposing my own hard and ready cock. To his credit, I think Mike set a record for endurance. Usually, he would've already blown his wad. Perhaps it was the strangeness of the situation, but it worked out for the best. Both Mrs. Arden and I loved watching the show.

"Oh, goddamn," Mrs. Arden bit her lower lip, almost pleading, unable to look away. She kept repeating the same words, like Mom did only moments before. "Fuck her good and hard!" I could tell she wanted to participate.

As Mike pumped away, his mother circled the bed, slipping up on the top blanket. Rolling onto her back, she slid her face underneath my mother's belly, within inches of the action. She reached up to brush her fingers against Mom's bush, revealing a little, erect clit poking out from her fur.

"Mmmm..." Mrs. Arden smiled. "Sweet and wet." Then she did something that made my mouth fall open yet again.

In spite of the furious pounding Mike was giving my mother, Mrs. Arden pressed her face up against Mom's pussy. Right in the midst of the sweat and slickness, with her son's balls colliding against her cheek, she rubbed her face back and forth against my mother's bush. Mom reacted instantly.

"Ssssss..." she bared her teeth, trying to look down at what was happening.

Mike was in his own world, eyes closed, thrusting rhythmically. Mrs. Arden reached up to grip the swell of my mother's hips for leverage, covering her son's hands, and proceeded to lap at Mom's clit.

"Yes, Sylvia," she panted. "Oh, YES! Eat my pussy!"

Goddamn! I thought to myself. My teenaged brain fought to process all of this new information -- the sights, sounds and odors of unbridled carnality and perversion. This is fucking hot! My cock felt like it was about to burst. Dammit, I wanted some, too!

Carefully, I slid up on the bed, on my back like Mrs. Arden, only from the opposite side. Mike's mother, her face coated with sex goo as she buried it in Mom's sweet muff, barely acknowledged me as I positioned my face underneath Mom's dangling tits. With my head only a few inches from Mrs. Arden's, I flicked my tongue up and down one of Mom's nipples. The response was immediate.

"Oh...OH...damn, yes!" She huffed. "Jesus Christ, keep that up. Don't stop!"

By now, my mother's copious secretions dripped from Mrs. Arden's face onto the bed as she licked Mom's clit like a pro. Placing one hand on my mother's shoulder, I drew her nipple into my mouth and began to suck. My other hand squeezed Mom's free breast, tugging on the nipple. I thought Mom was going to lose her mind.

"Grrrrr!" She growled, bucking and thrashing, all the while fighting to keep still while we ministered to her sweet spots. "Oh, God, you fucking animals. Take me...TAKE ME LIKE THE SLUT I AM!!!"

And we did. Not much time passed before it all came to a climax.

"Goddamn it!" My mother panted, sweat beading all over her body. "Coming...COMING!!!"

With that, her body convulsed as she orgasmed repeatedly. Mike couldn't hold out much longer, and with my mother's contracting pussy milking his cock, he joined in with her, blowing his wad deep into her body. His teeth clenched as pleasure surged through his body.

"Oh...oh...OHHH!!!" Mom wailed.

Mrs. Arden broke away from eating my mother's pussy to hiss words of approval.

"That's it, Phyllis. Take his seed...TAKE IT!!!"

I released Mom's tits as she bucked and groaned, savoring the pleasure coursing through her body.

"Yes...yes..." Mom whispered as the violent "rape" subsided. "So naughty...sooo very bad and naughty." Still, she didn't stop gripping the wooden headboard.

Mike fell back, sitting on his heels on the bed, his drooping cock glistening with my mother's juices mixed with his own come. Mrs. Arden came out from underneath, her face coated with the same viscous, shiny sex goo.

"You're not done, Phyllis," she purred, licking her lips, tugging my mother's nipples aggressively. Mom yelped.

"You mean, there's more raping?" She asked, her voice once again soft and submissive.

"Goddamn right there is, you slutty cunt." Mrs. Arden pressed her open mouth against my mother's. As they kissed, Mom moaned and started licking the slick coating on Mrs. Arden's face.

"That's it," Mrs. Arden whispered as Mom licked her chin, cheeks, nose and eyelids. "Taste your pussy juice mixed with my son's come."

"MmmmHmmm," Mom nodded, once again kissing her deeply.

Once the tongue bath subsided, Mike's mom turned back and gazed into my eyes. "Your turn, Neil," she commanded. "Time to rape your mother."

Eyes wide, I scuttled to my feet, climbing into Mike's former position as he fell away to the carpet. Mrs. Arden gripped my cock.

"Don't you move, you fucking slut," she growled to my mother, guiding me inside. Next thing I knew, Mom's slick pussy walls gripped my cock with anticipation.

"Oh, goddamn it!" Mom cried out. "Not more raping! No...NOOO!!!"

I didn't need any more prompting as I gripped her waist and started pounding away. One exceptionally hard slap of our bodies and the juices splattered on my lips. I licked it up with a grin.

"That's it, Mike." Mrs. Arden's still-wet face almost touched mine as she looked down at my cock thrusting repeatedly. I felt her breath on my neck. "Rape her good and hard!"

Good and hard. Goddamn right, I was. I glanced up to see Mike in the corner, sprawled out on the carpet, holding his spent dick as he watched us fuck. Mrs. Arden crawled up to look in my mother's face.

"Your son's raping you, Phyllis," she said in Mom's ear. "How does it feel to be raped by your own fucking son?"

Barely audible above the colliding of our bodies, Mom managed to squeak out "Yes...yes. Good raping. Shit, keep this up and Mama's going to come for her rapist son!"

Mrs. Arden moved behind me again, slipping her hands around my waist. Next thing I knew, her long, red-painted thumbnails dug into my nipples, sending arcs of pleasure straight down to my cock. Goddamn!

"Fill her with your incest come," Mrs. Arden said in my ear. "You know what you're doing to your mother is incest!"

"Uh huh, uh huh," I nodded, trying not to give up my load just yet.

Damn, so perverted, but so much excitement! I was really getting into helping Mom play out her rape fetish. Mrs. Arden was in it just as much.

I had hoped to last as long, or longer, than Mike, but there was no way I could, what with Mrs. Arden's ministerings. If was going to blow at any moment, I might as well play it up for everyone's pleasure.

"Yeah, rape and incest," I managed to parrot the words being slung about. "Rape! Incest! Fuck, yeah!"

Then, out of nowhere, Mike slipped up on the bed and planted a deep, probing kiss on my mouth. After several moments, he pulled away, but his mother continued tugging at my nipples mercilessly. The wave was building to a crescendo.

"Goddammit!" I rasped. "I'm coming too soon! No fair! No fair!"

"Who said anything about being fair, you fucking incest rapist!" Mrs. Arden growled. I felt her bare tits pressing against my back. "Fill your mother with come! Do it! NOW!!!"

Panting wildly, Mom grunted, "Oh, please, yes! Let's come together, son. Come with Mama!"

"Yes! Yes!" I answered. Mom's pussy started contracting as her orgasm hit.

My buddy slapped my ass and that did it. I shuddered and bucked against my mother as Mrs. Arden and her son gleefully watched the finale of our show. Mom and I orgasmed against each other, animal noises filling the room as we shared the ultimate, indescribable

pleasure.

Breathlessly, I clung to my mother for what seemed forever as I emptied my seed deep into her body. As the last spasm subsided, I slumped across her back, my face between her shoulder blades.

"Ohhh, my god," Mom whimpered, her pussy still contracting, milking out every last drop of semen from my body. "God, yes...yes, son. YES!"

"Fuck, yes!" Mrs. Arden said, never averting her eyes from us. Mike gazed at us from the floor, his face limp with wonderment.

Mrs. Arden gave us room as we rolled over on the bed in a sweaty heap. I crawled up between Mom's legs to rest my head between her glistening breasts.

"Mmmm..." I kissed her damp flesh, tasting the salt from her perspiration.

Wordlessly, Mom stroked my cheek, nuzzling the top of my head as our heavy breathing subsided. Her pussy was an absolute mess, with the copious ejaculate of two horny, young men oozing out of her well-fucked orifice. Before I had the chance to speak, she surprised me.

At first, I thought she was panting, but the pants turned out to be sobs. Taking several deep, sharp breaths, she melted against me.

"Mom, what's wrong?" I looked up at her, our faces only an inch apart. "Are you okay?"

"Oh, son," she wept, tears streaking down her cheeks.

"Did we hurt you?" I didn't know what else to say.

"Oh, my love, it was incredible." She looked down at me. "But your mother's such a perverted slut. Now you know how demented I am!"

Mike and his mother were silent.
"Oh, Jesus, Mom," I looked into her eyes, my left hand resting on her breast. "What are you talking about?"

"It's just that all of my secrets are coming out." She returned to nuzzling my damp hair. "How can I be your mother when you know what I am? How I like to be taken like a whore?"

"You gotta scratch that itch, or it will drive you crazy," Mrs. Arden managed to say.

"Oh, my God...oh, no..." Mom whispered.

I reached up to touch her chin, lifting her face to meet mine.

"Stop it." I said plainly. "Stop this guilty bullshit. Jesus, this was so hot, and so much fun." I kissed her mouth, both our eyes closing for just a moment as our tongues brushed together. "This is what we were meant to do."

"What?" Mom wrinkled her brow. "Incest? Me fucking my own son and his best friend?"

I couldn't help but chuckle.

"Well, you have me there," I replied. "I doubt all sons fuck their mothers, but who knows?" My lips brushed against her hard nipple, still salty with sweat. "And to be truthful, who the fuck cares?"

I took her nipple in my mouth and started to suck. She held the back of my head, sighing as pleasure once again tingled in her breast.

"That's it, my love," Mom cooed. "My tits always need to be sucked by you." She kissed the top of my head again. "My wonderful, horny son."

I moaned, relishing her hard tip in my mouth, lost in the sweet softness of her breasts. But as much as I enjoyed this simple act, Mrs. Arden had other ideas.

"Hey, guys," she piped up. "If anyone's tits are going to get sucked, they need to be mine!"

Mom and I looked at her, sitting on the carpet, legs crossed, next to her son. She held her large breasts up to reveal beads of milk on each of her thick, hard nipples.

"Dammit, these need to be drained!" She looked down at her swollen jugs. A drop of milk fell free of one of the nipples, trickling down her bare thigh. "I'm about to burst!"

Instinctively, Mike and I moved upon her, pushing her against the wall, ready to obey. I paused before taking a nipple in my mouth, thinking of my mother, watching us.

"Mom, I'm sorry I didn't ask," I said, holding up one of Mrs. Arden's breasts, milk dripping from it. "Would you like some?"

My mother smiled, rising to her knees on the bed. What a vision of loveliness she was, with her warm, gleaming eyes, devilish smile, full, expressive lips, her sweet tits and gnarly bush. God, there was so much dried come smeared across her midsection, her pubes stuck out at all angles. A well-fucked and well-loved mother.

As it should be.

"No, honey," Mom smiled. "You guys take care of Sylvia." She slipped off the bed and rose to her feet. "I'll entertain myself another way."

Wordlessly, Mike and I drew Mrs. Arden's tits into our mouths. She hissed with pleasure, resting her hands on our bare backs as she nursed us. God, her huge nipple was like a thumb poking into my mouth.

"Yes, yes," she said, eyes closed. "I'll say it again. I could really get used to this."

Both of us moaned in agreement, our mouths full of tit flesh.

"God, all of this constant sex has made me lactate even more, I think."

Mrs. Arden had uncrossed her legs when we pushed her against the wall. Now they were lazily spread open, her knees slightly drawn up. Her ample, matronly thighs provided an indescribable softness on which to rest our hands.

As we pressed our faces into the sweet pillows of Mrs. Arden's tits, I felt another presence moving up behind us, and between her legs. The next moment, Mrs. Arden let out a breathy moan.

"Ahhh!" She quivered, tensing slightly.

I opened my eyes, turning slightly to look down, but never letting go of Mrs. Arden's nipple. Lo and behold, I marveled at my mother's face buried in Mrs. Arden's copious bush. I glanced up to meet Mike's eyes, then both of us looked back down at Mom nuzzling his mother's pussy.

"Oh, sweet Jesus," Mrs. Arden sighed, her hips squirming. "That's it, Phyllis, that's it. God, I'm so wet."

Mom moaned, most of her face concealed by thick lady fur. With her slender fingers, Mom parted the curly forest to reveal wet, pink flesh underneath. An ample, glistening clit protruded from underneath a decent-sized hood of flesh.

Mom's tongue delicately flicked up and down Mrs. Arden's clit, like a cat lapping up milk. The response was immediate.

"Oh, God, yes!" Mrs. Arden gasped. "Eat my pussy, but be careful, love." She chuckled. "These guys fucked the daylights out of me last night, so it's a bit sensitive."

"Mmm...hmm." Mom smacked her lips, smiling up at us, then returned to her activity.

"Oh, damn...DAMN!" Mrs. Arden was drowning in pleasure. "Two mouths on my tits and one on my pussy. What more could a horny mother ask for?"

We all fell silent, lost in our various duties. Time passed silently as we blissfully pleasured Mrs. Arden. Mom's expert tongue kept Mrs. Arden right on the edge for what seemed like an eternity. Mike and I drained the milk from her tits, but kept on sucking. As long as Mom was eating her out, we weren't going to break this trifecta of pleasure.

Of course, Mrs. Arden couldn't hold out forever. Her breathing increased, turning into sharp pants. I looked over to Mike, who was tugging his mother's huge nipple between his pearly white teeth. I followed his lead, drawing my teeth up the shaft of her elongated tit repeatedly.

"Yes...yes," she gasped. "That's it. Torture my nipples!"

Obediently, we continued sucking and tugging her quivering breasts, eager for her to climax.

"Keep on doing that," she said to no one in particular. "Steady...steady. Don't stop."

Mom groaned, her mouth full of fur and juices. She wriggled her head like a hungry animal and swallowed Mrs. Arden's copious secretions.

That did it.

"Shit..shit...YES!" Mrs. Arden jerked once, then again and again, coming with glee. "Mama's coming...oh, yes, yes!" She gasped, sharp jabs of pleasure wracking her body.

We released her tits, watching Mom lick Mrs. Arden through one orgasm, then another.

Mike and I reclined on the carpet, remaining on opposite sides of his mother, glancing at each other, watching the show wide-eyed as my mother finally stopped licking. She rested her head on Mrs. Arden's pubic mound.

"Damn, Phyllis," Mrs. Arden reached down to stroke Mom's wet cheek. "You always know how to get me off."

Mom smiled and nodded slightly, kissing Mrs. Arden's smooth inner thigh.

"Damn, that was hot," Mike finally said. "You guys do this before?"

Mom looked up at Mrs. Arden and both of them burst into laughter. Mike and I crawled back to rest our heads on his mother's breasts.

"Phyllis, what should we reveal?" Mrs. Arden smiled. "Too much, too soon?"

"Oh, what the hell!" Mom rolled over on her back, tits pointing up. Mrs. Arden's ample thigh cradled her head. "We're pretty much out in the open already."

"You can say that again, love."

Mom kissed Mrs. Arden's fingertips, taking her hand and rubbing it against her cheek.

"Come on," I urged them. "Tell us what you've been up to."

"Do you want to start?" Mrs. Arden asked my mother.

"Well," Mom paused a moment, as if searching for the right words. Her cheeks burned bright red. Perhaps she was still embarrassed by the whole thing, or maybe she was aroused by telling the story. "We've all known each other for years, what with you guys being friends as long as anyone can remember. You recall when Sylvia and I discovered we also worked on the same street."

"Same street, opposite buildings," Mrs. Arden added, her hands caressing our bare shoulders.

"What a surprise when we finally bumped into each other one afternoon, both of us walking to the lunch counter at Woolworth's."

"Serendipity, my love," Mrs. Arden smiled.

"In spades," Mom looked up at her. "I wanted to car pool."

"But our schedules weren't quite compatible."

"No, I'm afraid, but we did start having lunch together."

"Every day."

"You love tuna salad with iced tea."

"And you can't figure out if you like turkey on rye or navy bean soup better. You always did like variety, though."

"Anything wrong with mixing it up sometime?"

Impatient, Mike interrupted. "How did you guys get together? You know..."

"Well," Mrs. Arden said, looking into my mother's eyes. "That was about the time you and I started fooling around, son." She kissed Mike's forehead. "All of that marathon sucking and fucking woke up my dormant body, which was no surprise. Next thing I know, I'm a goddamned milk maid."

Mike grunted a noise of approval. Mom picked up the narrative.

"I suspected something was going on. Poor Sylvia, those big tits were leaking out by lunchtime."

"I was a mess!"

"Nothing like a woman pushing forty and fully lactating." Mom's voice conveyed a hint of lust.

"Jesus, I thought I was years past that."

"But you weren't," Mom added. "That one day you were leaking through your bra onto your blouse...oh, my!"

"God, I was so embarrassed!"

"You ran into the bathroom and started squeezing your milk out into the toilet."

"That was the most ridiculous thing to do, all of that perfectly good milk. I hated it!"

"You finally let me in on your secret."

"Well, almost." Now Mrs. Arden blushed furiously. "I told you I had a boyfriend."

"Yeah, and what a boyfriend." Mom looked over to Mike, his head blissfully resting against his mother's breast, his lips almost touching one of her huge, erect nipples.

"And then the day came when you started helping me." Mrs. Arden sighed as if savoring the thought.

"Yeah, we found a broom closet on the eighth floor that no one really used," Mom said. "And with a lock."

"The moment I started nursing you," Mrs. Arden shuddered, reliving the moment they became intimate, "That first time. God, that still makes my pussy throb, thinking about it."

"Yes, baby." Mom rolled back over, lifting herself up on her elbows to gaze up at Mrs. Arden's face. "I've always been an oral girl." She glanced at me and broke into laughter. "Neil found that out pretty fast."

"Mmmm," I nodded, smiling down at my mother.

"Every day at noon I nursed you, then we were off to the lunch counter," Mrs. Arden said. "You weren't really hungry after draining me. Most of the time, you just watched me eat my tuna salad."

"All of that milk, then food?" Mom brushed her lips against Mrs. Arden's fur. "I had to skip lunch when I started putting on weight."

"And nursing you made me so fucking horny, I had to finish off with my fingers."

"Until I starting putting my mouth there, too."

"Goddamn!" Mike said, looking at them, then me.

"Goddamn is right," Mrs. Arden said. "Between you and Phyllis, my tits and pussy were getting fully serviced."

"And you returned the favor," Mom added.

"Of course, I did. Once we got a routine going, you left me drained of milk AND totally satisfied, I just had to!"

"But that silly broom closet was so dusty, and we had to be quiet."

"Jesus, neither one of us was good at coming quietly," Mrs. Arden said. "And then the janitor caught us."

"What?" I perked up.

"You don't know what sluts we are," Mom laughed. "We were so worked up, Sylvia offered him a sample."

"Mom! Really?" Mike's mouth fell open. I couldn't tell if he was shocked or aroused. Maybe both. Hearing them tell their story was getting me worked up as well.

"God, I thought he was going to have a heart attack," Mrs. Arden said. "That is until he latched onto my tit and started sucking."

"Next thing you know, he stood guard for us every day," Mom said.

"Well, as long as we let him drain one of my tits after you were done, he was as faithful as a hound dog."

"Drain your tit and sometimes a little extra."

"Yep, he drove a hard bargain." Mrs. Arden snickered. "Hard is the right way to put it. And big." Both of them giggled like excited schoolgirls.

I kept looking over at Mike, and noticed his cock was as hard as mine. Both of us had trouble believing what we were hearing. So many revelations in such a short period of time!

Mom's eyes darkened as she gazed up at Mrs. Arden. Again, she kissed the smooth inside of her thigh, inches from her pussy. "But that damned broom closet really cramped our lovemaking."

"We couldn't do much to alter our lunchtime activities, so we started thinking." Mrs. Arden kissed her son's upturned face, then mine. "You guys were busy certain days with extracurricular activities."

"Tuesday and Thursday afternoons," Mike interrupted, looking at me. Those had been the days we'd meet under the bleachers after school. There was a dark recess beneath the press box which one had to climb into. Even though no one talked about it, those in the know would hide there and hang out, smoking, drinking, or making out like Mike and I did.

"Ah, yes," I smiled, thinking of all the fooling around we did in that little cubbyhole. The sounds of football practice drifted through the metal framework of the bleachers as we sucked and fucked our way to fulfillment. God, I try to calculate the sheer amount of ejaculate we ingested, or injected, into each other's bodies.

"Touchdown," we heard the coach yell in the distance as I came inside Mike for the third time. Still coupled, we couldn't help but laugh at the perfect timing.

But I digress.

"We had a very short time to get to either this house or yours," Mrs. Arden said, looking at me. "And a proper bed."

"These guys don't know how many times I slipped out the back door after a quickie," Mom smiled. "I parked down the street, so I could make a clean getaway."

"Sneaky," Mike nodded. No doubt he was thinking of our then-surreptitious at-home activities.

"Same goes here," Mrs. Arden said, "although I had to slip through that creaky old gate in your picket fence and escape through the alleyway."

"This house is better for a quick escape," Mom added. Both women eyed each other, as if pleased a couple of suburban working moms could maintain such a naughty deception.

"Then we found out about you guys." Mrs. Arden raised an eyebrow. "God, it must run in the family. Or families."

"Unbridled lust, that is," Mom added.

"Dammit," Mike said. "And we thought we were the sneaky ones."

"You two were so busy getting it on in Mike's bedroom, you didn't notice me standing outside the door." Mrs. Arden said. "The first time, I was shocked, not knowing what to do." She hugged us to her breasts again. "But I thought of what Phyllis and I were doing, and you two are consenting adults..." She sighed. "Oh, why the hell not?"

"Too many bullshit rules in this world," Mom added.

"That's when I caught you spying on me, you rascal." Mrs. Arden reached down to squeeze her son's naked butt. "And I figured, let's see how this plays out." She kissed Mike again, this time fully on the mouth. Their lips brushed together for a few moments before she pulled back. "And I'm so very glad I did."

Both women laughed again. Mom looked at me.

"And I didn't have to do much to get you between my legs," she teased. "Feeling my own son's cock inside me, it was strange at first, so very taboo..."

"Incest isn't something we had planned on," Mrs. Arden added.

"But, sweet Jesus, it felt so good, my love." Mom reached up to squeeze my erection. "That cock of yours fits me just right."

I squirmed somewhat under her firm grip. Damn if I wasn't getting horny again. I looked over to notice Mike's cock bobbing like a flagpole during a windstorm.

"On another note," Mrs. Arden spoke up, looking at Mom, "did you bring our friend along?"

Mom paused for a moment, as if trying to understand the request, then nodded. "Oh, yes." She smiled. "Our friend. Yes, indeed."

Mrs. Arden patted our butts, indicating she wanted to get up from the carpet. Reluctantly, we rolled away as she rose. Mike and I watched in awe as her magnificent body, huge breasts swaying, stood fully erect. She smirked at us, entertained by our ridiculous faces.

"Your mother's mouth on my pussy is just the start," Mrs. Arden said to me, then glancing over to her son. "But you should see what she does after that."

Intrigued, we watched as Mom reached into her overnight case as Mrs. Arden slipped back onto the bed, propping herself up with a couple of pillows. What we saw next was totally unexpected.

In those days, we knew what a dildo was, but this one had straps and buckles attached. I learned this was a classic "strap-on". Oh, the education I was getting! What I remember most is how erotic it was watching my mother put it on. The corners of her mouth upturned into a shy grin as her face burned red. She gazed demurely at the carpet as she slipped the item around her waist and pubis, her tits jiggling as she tightened the straps.

Mrs. Arden watched intently as Mom gripped the long, black shaft, making sure it was secure and ready.

"Goddammit, Phyllis," she growled, squirming on the bed with her legs apart. "Stop playing around with that thing and fuck me!"

My mother climbed onto the bed with nothing but mischief on her face as Mrs. Arden drew her knees up slightly, opening her thighs wide to accept Mom's body. Mom spit on her hand, rubbing it all over the shiny faux-cock, then she gripped it at the base and began sliding the tip up and down Mrs. Arden's glistening slit. Mom released the cock and began undulating gently, pushing the tip inside.

"Yesss!!!" Mrs. Arden hissed as Mom entered her sopping wet pussy. "Goddamn, yes! YES!!!"

"C'mon," Mom said, her voice low and dark. "Take my big, black cock inside your body, like a good girl."

"Wow," I thought to myself. Big, black cock wasn't a term I usually heard coming from my mother. But of course, we were light-years into uncharted territory. Mike and I kept glancing at each other, saucer-eyed as we watched our mothers' bodies coupling. I wondered if his hard, jutting shaft ached for attention as much as mine.

No doubt, my mother's demeanor changed once she donned the strap-on. From her voice, face and movements, she had become more aggressive. Mom continued undulating, pushing deeper and deeper into Mrs. Arden's body until she was all the way in.

"Grrr!" Mrs. Arden clenched her teeth, reaching back with both hands to grip the headboard as her toes dug into the bedclothes.

"Sylvia, you're going to get the fucking you need." Mom reached up to grip the headboard as well, her fingers intertwining with Mrs. Arden's, and started thrusting away, her buttocks tensing with each push.

Mrs. Arden just kept repeating words of encouragement as my mother fucked her deep and hard.

"Goddamn!" I said to Mike, both us huddled together, naked on the carpet.

"Goddamn is right!" My best friend replied, resting his head on my bare shoulder. He slid his leg over mine. I rubbed his thigh as we both gazed at the spectacle.

Mom leaned over Mrs. Arden, their breasts rubbing together with each thrust of my mother's body.

"Oh, yes, Phyllis, my love," Mrs. Arden whimpered submissively under Mom's onslaught. "Rub our tits together! Fuck me!"

"I'll give you the cock you need, little girl," my mother replied. She pressed her panting mouth against Mrs. Arden's for a few seconds, wetting both their lips with a sloppy, wet kiss. Mrs. Arden returned the kiss, moaning with desire.

I was so aroused, watching them fuck, I thought I would choke on the lump in my throat. Mike squirmed beside me, rubbing his bare flesh against mine.

Her mouth glistening with saliva, Mom turned and, still pumping at a steady pace, devilishly smiled at us.

"Just relax and sit this one out, boys," she said, arousal tempering her voice, her white teeth clenched. Mom had a fire in her eyes I didn't see often. Now she was the aggressor, a role she didn't come to naturally. But now her eyes penetrated mine as I watched her fuck. She raised an eyebrow. "Better yet, why don't you take care of each other?"
Hearing that, Mrs. Arden looked over at us, wincing with pleasure as her body jiggled with each of Mom's thrusts.

"Ohhh, yes," she gasped. "Those young cocks need some attention."

"Damn right they do!" Mom said, eyeing our enflamed state. "They both look like they're about to burst!"

Mike turned his face toward me. We were so close, his nose swept across my jaw. I jumped from the contact, surprising myself.

"What do you say?" Mike nuzzled my cheek, whispering into my ear. He drew his legs up underneath and turned his chest to press against mine, gripping my waist with both hands. "We can still watch them." Kisses covered my neck and shoulder as I shivered from the touch of his lips and hot skin.

In spite of our mothers' admonitions, and Mike's obvious willingness, I suddenly became painfully self-aware. Having full-on sex with my best friend in front of my mother, and now HIS mother, still presented a hurdle for some strange reason. True, we had skated on the edge ever since Mom made her surprise appearance in Mrs. Arden's living room, but now it was show time. There was nothing to divert us or hold us back.

Before I had the chance to respond, Mike pressed his mouth against mine. I returned the kiss, relaxing somewhat, momentarily forgetting our mothers fucking on the bed. Mike had the most wonderful tongue, and I sought to emulate his touch as we kissed and caressed.

Something else that occurred to me was that it had been some time since anyone had played with my nipples. Mrs. Arden's thumbnails digging into them as I fucked Mom from behind seemed ages ago, and now they needed to be rubbed, tugged and sucked some more.

Like a dutiful lover, Mike read my mind. Now he rubbed his chest against mine in a way to stimulate our erect nipples. Goddamn, it was so hot, and reminded me of when we first started fooling around, nervous and embarrassed, luxuriating in how good it felt with skin rubbing against skin, nipples rubbing against nipples.

We exchanged more kisses, then Mike took things to the next level. Giving me a sexy smirk, he lowered his face to my chest. And my tits.

"Ahhh," I exhaled, resting my chin on the top of his head as he flicked his tongue back and forth against one, then the other, finally choosing the left one to suckle.

I kissed the top of his head, nuzzling it as I nursed him, pleasure sparking through my nipple straight to my throbbing cock. I gazed over at our mothers, satiating their own desires, only a few feet away.

"Oh, Jesus," I whispered into his hair. "This feels so good."

Mike grunted and slid his hand down from my shoulder to my other tit. More sparks of pleasure as I gasped and panted, watching my mother's nude body as she fucked. Before I knew it, his head dropped even lower. I quivered, gripping the carpet as his lips wrapped around my cock. In no time, his head started bobbing in that unmistakable way as he took more and more of my aching shaft down his throat, slurping noises filling my ears.

Next thing I knew, we had rolled over on our sides and I took his cock in my mouth as well. Oh, sweet Jesus, sixty-nine is so divine! So much for my hesitation. The exhibitionist in me was really getting into this.

I was so engrossed in our mutual fellating that I barely heard the sounds of approval coming from the bed. Opening my eyes for just a moment, I saw both of our mothers watching us and smiling, their bodies still moving together.

"Oh, God, Sylvia," Mom said, looking over her shoulder at us. "Look at our sons getting it on. Look!"

Mrs. Arden stared at us with pure lust in her eyes.

"Jesus, they sure can suck cock. Look at them go."

"Cocksuckers, both of them. Damn, I say!" Mom was obviously enjoying the show.

"And motherfuckers, to boot!" Mrs. Arden chuckled.

"I wouldn't have it any other way," my mother replied.

As I blew my best friend, my mouth relishing the bumps and veins running the length of his tensing shaft, I wanted to do more. If our mothers wanted something to watch, why not go all the way?

With a pop, I released Mike's cock from my mouth.

"Get up on your knees," I said, and he obeyed, also releasing my wet cock with a loud pop.

"Grip the edge of the bed."

Mike moved forward a few feet and took two handfuls of mangled bedclothes, assuming the position, much to the delight of our mothers, who were now within reach.

"Goddamn!" Mrs. Arden said. "Someone's going to get fucked!"

"Oh, my God, yes!" Mom looked at me, then Mike, as if she couldn't believe I was going to fuck my best friend right there, so very close to them. "Yes, yes, YES!"

The next moment, I put my hands around his waist and, placing the tip of my saliva-coated cock between his buttocks, began to push. He tensed and squirmed, his face only a foot or so away from his mother's, as I slowly worked my shaft into his tight anus. Mike's mouth fell open as I pushed deeper and deeper. He gazed, mouth open and eyes wide, at his mother's face as I buried myself inside him, my balls rubbing against his.

"Oh, Jesus, he's fucking my son in the ass!" Mrs. Arden looked back and forth between us and Mom.

"Yes, Sylvia," Mom replied, her nose wrinkled up like a snarl. "Neil's fucking Mike, and there's nothing to do but watch."

Like Mom and Mrs. Arden had done only a few minutes before, I started aggressively pumping against Mike's ass.

The slapping of our bodies joined the slapping of our mothers' bodies as we all fucked away. Mike and his mother, both of them helpless with pleasure, gazed into each other's eyes as they took their cocks obediently.

"That's it, son," Mom said. "Fuck him! Fuck him in the ass like a bitch!"

"Uh-huh...uh-huh..." I nodded, noticing the sweat beading on her neck and breasts.

"God, I'm about to come," Mrs. Arden whimpered, biting her lip. "I wish we could all come together." Mom looked down at her lover. The first drops of her sweat fell onto Mrs. Arden's quivering skin.

"That's a tall order, my love, but we can try."

Mike turned his head back. Looking over his shoulder, he said, "Reach around me."

I felt his anus clench around my shaft as I gripped his cock.

"Ahhh!" He sighed, lifting his face with elation as I masturbated him.

"Oh...ohhh, my God," Mrs. Arden watched us. I could sense she was nearing climax.

"Take my tit," Mom hissed to her, lifting a shoulder. Immediately, Mrs. Arden drew Mom's nipple into her mouth and began suckling hungrily.

"Yesss..." Mom shuddered. Her white teeth glistened as she lifted her head, eyes closed. Her thrusts increased in urgency as she also neared climax.

"Whadya say, lover?" I breathlessly asked my best friend. "Let's do this!"

"Damn straight," Mike growled. Pounding noises echoed off the walls as we all drove it home.

Mrs. Arden was the first to come. Her orgasm was so intense, she couldn't speak. Mom's tit fell from her mouth as her face contorted with ecstasy, shock waves of pleasure pounding her body.

Mom let out of wail as her buttocks convulsed. Her thrusts slowed to a halt as she and Mrs. Arden writhed together, moaning, coming, covered with fresh sweat.

Mike came a split-second before me. With the first surge, his anus gripped my cock so tightly that I also gave up my load. Our bodies shuddered against each other as thick ropes of come erupted from his cock, all over the carpet.

Nothing could describe the incredible energy filling the room as we all came together. We babbled meaningless words into the air. They were merely sounds of satisfaction, then exhaustion, as everyone fell into a deep, post-orgasmic trance, then sleep.

The sun had vanished, and a bright moon peeked around the bedroom shades as my eyes blinked open. My head rested on Mike's chest and I felt the slow, steady rise and fall with each of his breaths. Looking up from the floor, I met my mother's loving gaze, her eyes moist, warm and serene.

"Hello, son," she whispered.

"Hello, Mom."

Mrs. Arden stirred behind my mother. Soon, her face gazed down at me as well.

"Hello, honey," she smiled.

I looked at Mike's face and his eyes had opened.

"What a great sleep," Mrs. Arden sighed, sitting upright in bed, her big, heavy breasts shifting into place.

"You could get accustomed to that, right?" Mom said, teasing her.

"Oh, baby." Mrs. Arden stroked my mother's cheek, gazing into her eyes. "All day, every day."

Mom leaned over and kissed her, their noses rubbing together. Mike finally spoke.

"What time is it? I'm hungry."

"How about we get cleaned up and go to a restaurant?" Mrs. Arden said. Several moments of silence ensued until her son spoke up.

"Oh, fuck that," he smiled. "Let's order pizza."

"I'm all for that," I chimed in. Mom nodded, unconsciously trying to smooth down her matted bush with slender fingers.

"It's a deal," Mrs. Arden replied, looking up at the clock. "If they deliver this late."

The pizza delivery boy got an eyeful when Mrs. Arden opened the door. She made a point of fumbling in her purse for the tip just for his enjoyment.

One year later...



Spring break meant going home to our mothers. While others flocked to the beaches to get shitfaced and fuck themselves silly, Mike and I opted to drive the hour from college to our homes, where we would have a beer and fuck our mothers, and for free. We considered that a sweet deal.

"No crowds, no fucking sand in our shorts, and no chance of VD," Mike chuckled.

"And no need to wear a rubber since Mom's on the pill." I added.

"Yep," Mike said. "Mine, too. Isn't science wonderful?"

Sharing a dorm room with Mike over the past two semesters gave us plenty of time to explore and refine our relationship. We even managed to lure the occasional third party -- male or female -- into our sexplay. In spite of this arrangement, we never failed to visit home every month or two to "take care of business."

"Sylvia will be at our house when you get in, so just come over here," Mom told me on the phone. They had been spending a lot of time together since our revelatory weekend a year ago. There was talk of them selling one of the homes and moving in together. In those days, nobody thought anything of two single women of a certain age sharing a home, especially if they had sons in college and worked for a living. It was good, old-fashioned thrifty behavior.

Only a few minutes passed after Mike and I arrived at my house before everyone was naked and sprawled out across the living room. We couldn't even wait to get to the bedroom. It had been almost two months since we were all together last, and the need overwhelmed us.

While I mounted Mrs. Arden on the thick, shag rug, I watched as Mom lowered herself onto Mike's hard shaft on the big, overstuffed easychair. We all needed a quick fuck to take the edge off so we could think clearly.

Mrs. Arden drew my nipple into her mouth as I watched my mother fucking my best friend. I pumped away between Mrs. Arden's smooth, massive thighs, all the while looking at my mother's ass bouncing up and down on Mike's cock. He was sitting in the chair as she cowgirled him, her back toward me, his hands gripping her hips as her tits bounced in his face. I marveled at her buttocks, expertly clenching and squeezing Mike's shaft, intent on drawing out his load.

I gazed at the mirror mounted on the wall behind the easy chair. I could see Mom's face and the tops of her heaving breasts. Her eyes were closed, but the next moment they opened, and she looked into the mirror, directly at me.

I returned her gaze and smiled, knowing both of us were near climax. Her eyes had a dreamy, faraway look when her body was filled with cock. Now especially as we watched each other fuck.

Mom and I kept watch on each other's faces for a few more moments, sex noises filling the air, until she bit her lower lip and nodded slightly. It was time. Mrs. Arden switched from my left nipple to my right, sending fresh sparks of electricity down to my cock.

That's all it took. The tingling sensation in my nipple spurred me to orgasm. The bucking and shuddering of my body triggered Mrs. Arden's orgasm as she released my nipple. She kissed and nuzzled my chest, squeezing my butt cheeks as I filled her with my seed. During all of this, I never stopped looking into my mother's eyes.

Mom and Mike came to a noisy conclusion as they both yelped, climaxing together. Mom thrashed her head about, breasts jouncing, as Mike's body convulsed beneath her.

As Mike and I lounged naked in the living room, letting our cocks dry in the cool air, Mom and Mrs. Arden slipped on robes and disappeared into the kitchen. Before long, the aroma of food cooking wafted through the house.

"So what's the plan?" Mike asked as we all sat together, eating at the kitchen table. "Who's selling their house?"

We had all discussed this previously, since our mothers wanted to make sure there were no surprises or hurt feelings among us. We all agreed that selling either house and our mothers moving in together would be a good plan.

"I'm moving in with Phyllis." Mrs. Arden laid her fork down, chewing her food. "By summertime, we should be living together."

"This house is larger, obviously," Mom said, "with more bedrooms and more space for when you guys come visit us."

"Sounds good," I said, nodding at my best friend.

"And you guys will always have a place to come home to." Mrs. Arden took another bite of food, her robe slipping open just enough to reveal a glimpse of a huge areola.

"And I'm trying to lactate," Mom said. No one was surprised, since we'd all been thinking of inducing lactation in my mother since day one.

"Yeah, with us nursing each other regularly, some herbs and supplements, and..." Mrs. Arden slipped her hand underneath the fold of Mom's robe to tug playfully on her nipple. "....that expensive breast pump, we're making progress."

Mom blushed, biting her lower lip from Mrs. Arden's touch. A drop of clear fluid appeared on the tip.

"See?" Mrs. Arden squeezed Mom's nipple again. A few drops of cloudy fluid trickled out. Mom gasped and panted. Obviously, she was ready to nurse, and to fuck.

"Mmmm," Mrs. Arden licked the tip of her index finger, "and you guys will have all week to help us."

Mike laughed, looking at them, then at me.

"Holy cow, Mom, if we get Mrs. Busby lactating like you, we'll have to open a dairy!"

"Not a bad idea, son."

Summertime.



Mike and I completed our freshman year at college and, wanting to relax and spend some time with our mothers, took the summer off. August would come soon enough, and it would be back to the educational grind. During one of our long-distance phone conversations, Mom hinted that she and Mrs. Arden were thinking of establishing a side business.

"Okay, as if the law office didn't keep you busy enough," I said. "What kind of business?"

"Oh," she said mysteriously, "you'll find out when you get home."

"Come on, Mom, tell me!" I insisted. "What's with all the secrecy?"

"You'll just have to wait, son." She changed the topic to my grades that semester.

"You damn well better improve those geometry scores, or else," she warned, ever the doting mother.

"You know they're fine, Mom," I replied. "Stop using subterfuge."

As much as I pestered her, she wouldn't divulge a word. Mike had no luck getting information from his mom, either.

Once home, and after the obligatory fuck-a-thon to cool our pent-up passion, we sat around the kitchen table, passing around a pack of Oreos, with tall, cold glasses of mother's milk for all.

"Okay, I'm about to scream," Mike said. "What's the big secret?"

"Well..." Mrs. Arden paused, blushing furiously. "Phyllis?"

Mom took the lead.

"Okay, here goes." She licked her lips, hesitant to continue, but she did. "Our tits were producing so much milk," her voice quivered nervously. She we didn't know what to do." Mom looked down at her glass, dunking an Oreo up and down with a trembling hand until the cookie was at the right consistency. Not too crunchy and not too soggy. She popped it into her mouth.

"You guys weren't around to help, and we could only drink so much," Mrs. Arden added.

Another pregnant pause as Mrs. Arden tapped her long fingernail on the tabletop. It was like a dam about to burst.

"And?" I asked.

"We were surprised at how many boys venturing out into the world, going to college or not, missed their mothers," Mom smirked, blushing as much as Mrs. Arden. "And amazed at how easy it was to get them to help."

"Whaaa?" Gaping at my mother, I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"Mom!" Mike said, his mouth also open. I could see a black spot of Oreo goo stuck between his teeth. "Do you mean?"

"I hope you and Neil aren't angry with us," his mother said. Mom looked back and forth us, her eyes searching for approval.

Mike and I stared at each other, incredulous, unable to find the proper words.

"Of course, we're very organized, and professional," Mom's voice quivered. There was no doubt her nerves were up, divulging this naughty secret. "And we do charge them for..." she studied the tiny face of her lady's Timex. "...our time together."

"Oh, my God!" I said, looking at both of them. Mike was smiling like the Cheshire Cat. "You're milkmaids for hire now?"

"God. DAMN!" My best friend exclaimed. He couldn't stop grinning.

"Don't hate us, honey," Mrs. Arden said, looking at me, then her son. "We just love producing milk, but it has to go somewhere."

"Fuck, Mom," Mike blurted out. "That's hot as hell!" He took her hand and squeezed it. Mrs. Arden exhaled, relieved by her son's acceptance. I reached out to rub my mother's shoulder, also intent on letting her know everything was okay.

"Damn right, it is," I added.

"Oh, Jesus," Mom giggled, giddy that she no longer had to keep that particular secret. "I don't know how we arrived at this!"

"Oh, come on, Phyllis," Mrs. Arden furrowed her brow. Her tone was now somewhat mocking. "You know how it started."

Mom smiled a little. "Okay, okay..." She dunked another Oreo several times, then popped it into her mouth, chewing. "That one kid who couldn't take his eyes off my boobs."

"Because you had your entire blouse open," Mrs. Arden said. "Goddamn, the way you presented them, his mouth was watering like a dog in a butcher shop."

"Poor guy was so worked up, he about chewed off my tit!"

"Who's this?" I asked.

"I'm not sure if you noticed how nice the yard looks, and how there's been some touch-ups on the wood trim outside." Mom sipped her milk.

"And the trees have been pruned," Mrs. Arden added. "The fence in the back mended."

"We don't always ask for cash," Mom licked a drop of milk from the edge of her glass. "We started out in trade. Young guys like yourselves don't always have leisure funds."

"What your mother is trying to say is that we started with the lawn boy." As she leaned back in her chair, Mrs. Arden's robe slipped open, revealing both of her big, heavy breasts.

"A college kid working his way through school," Mom said. "We let him use the shower after he was done with the lawn."

"He was late for class."

"Next thing I knew, his mouth was latched onto my tit!"

"There was a little more than that, if I recall."

"Well, yeah." Mom squirmed, again looking down, this time at the tablecloth. Mrs. Arden continued.

"You had the kid going from the moment he arrived."

"I was missing my boy." Mom's face was the reddest I'd ever seen. "Dammit, I just needed to nurse him, and then we ended up fucking."

"I think we both closed our eyes and thought of you," Mrs. Arden looked at her son, then me.

"Both of you?" Mike asked.

Again, silence as our mothers' gazes bore into the tabletop.

"We even helped him in the shower," Mom said, smirking. "The hungry guy drained us both and was late for class."
"And we drained him, as well." Mrs. Arden giggled with glee.

"Might as well lay it all out," Mom said, finishing her milk. I noticed her robe had fallen open as well, revealing her lush, motherly breasts.

"It's a cottage industry, very carefully controlled." Mrs. Arden sounded like she was at the bank, applying for a small business loan.

"The janitor at work is now sidelining as our..." Mom looked over to her business partner. "What would it be, Sylvia...bouncer?"

"Well, certainly not our pimp." Mrs. Arden replied.

Another word I didn't think I'd ever hear from either of our moms.

"Well, guardian will suffice." Mom pulled her robe shut, tying the sash.

"Word of mouth is how we get new..." Mrs. Arden paused, searching for the right word. "...clients."

"We had to establish some ground rules after a couple of unpleasant experiences," Mom said. I interjected.

"What? Did someone hurt you or Mrs. Arden?"

"Yeah, I'll fucking kill them!" Mike raised his voice.

"No, no, no!" Mom said. "Nothing like that." Her thumb rubbed back and forth along the edge of her empty glass. "Some little son of a bitch ran out without paying."

"Aside from the janitor..."

"His name is Mose," Mom interjected. Mrs. Arden continued.

"Okay, aside from Mose, we only cater to young guys."

"Legal age, of course."

"I get the impression most men your age had some fun with their mothers."

"They whimper like babies once they get a mouth full of tit."

"Yeah," Mrs. Arden had a devious smile on her full, red lips. "I nurse them and jack them off, and sometime..."

Mom said nothing, only laughed. Mrs. Arden pointed a finger at my mother, mouth open.

"Hey, you've spent some time on your back, too. You've done more than give a few hand jobs."

"Shhh, quiet!" Mom covered her face with her hand. "Our children are going to hate us for being such sluts!"

"Cat's out of the bag now," Mike smiled. He didn't seem to mind, and neither did I.

"Do they come here?" I asked them. "Will we need to step out when you have an appointment?" I couldn't believe I was asking this of our mothers.

"Oh, no...no," Mrs. Arden replied. "That's something else we quickly took care of, especially after those damned frat boys showed up at our front door at two in the morning, tanked to the gills."

"Obviously, we can't afford any more of that nonsense," Mom said.

"We don't need to arouse the neighbors' suspicions."

"Mose found us a tiny little apartment for cheap."

"You're renting a place for this?" Mike asked.

"Well, he owns the building..."

Epilogue



How does one fall in love with one's mother? I mean, I've always loved Mom, but as a son should, with his heart and mind, but then I entered a new dimension in our relationship. Over a very short, mind-boggling period of time, I went from innocently fooling around with my best friend, Mike, to participating in a full-blown incest orgy with my best friend, his mother, and Mom.

It would be an insult to Mike to call him a friend with benefits. He's so much more. He and I have a loving bond that will always endure. I also love and cherish his mother, Mrs. Arden. With her big tits and matter-of-fact demeanor, she never fails to make me laugh, set me back on course, or coax a load from my cock. As for my incredible mother, I love her with all my being. The sex is merely the salve that soothes our existential rough edges. Am I a mama's boy? Goddamn right.

College proceeded for Mike and I until we both graduated. By then, the draft had been suspended, so no fear of being sent off into the jungle for a pointless conflict. Under the threat of our mothers' stern warnings, we worked hard and maintained good grades, both of us graduating with honors.

Mike lives with his wife in a nearby town, working as an administrator for the county. Still single, I started my own consulting firm, my office only a few miles from the house I grew up in. When not giving advice to others on construction projects, I build things or, more accurately, design things to be built. Mike and I both make a decent living and, on the odd occasion, still manage a rendezvous with each other. When the stars align, and our busy schedules allow, we all come together, pun intended, for a reunion.

Ah, the sweet distractions of life that make it all worthwhile.

Mom and Mrs. Arden enjoyed their private enterprise for several years. With Mose, a man we never met, things went quite well. With the addition to their day jobs, they managed to save enough to retire before age fifty. They still live in Mom's house.

Mrs. Arden paints abstracts, occasionally selling them at local exhibits. She's put on a few pounds and, my God, is as sexy as ever. Mom loves gardening, and always has a deep tan when I see her, except for the areas covered by her clothes.

"You should take up nude gardening," I teased her.

"Oh, Jesus," Mom blushed. "What would the neighbors say?"

"Where's Mrs. Arden?"

"She's out back on the patio, working on some huge canvas."

Hand in hand, we walked to the back of the house, peering through the sliding glass doors to the covered patio. At that time of day, the sun illuminated the area, making it perfect for semi-protected activity. Mrs. Arden, on her knees, wasn't painting at the moment.

"Oh, my!" Mom giggled, not knowing Mike had snuck in through the back gate. He was splayed out in one of the lawn chairs, legs apart, pants around his ankles.

We watched his face, eyes closed, blissfully lost in pleasure and his mother's head bobbed up and down.

"That's what I'm talking about," I said, putting my arm around my mother's waist. Mom returned the gesture, pulling me against her supple body.

"Shall we retire to the bedroom, son?"

"Yes, Mom."