"And I guess you did that? Now what are you going to do with the information?"
"I don't know. I do know this. We will do this again, sometime, somewhere. Maybe the next time we will be somewhere that we can get naked. I know you want to see my boobies."
"How about now?"
"Jerk off again?"
"No. Let me see your boobies."
"Huh uh. That's something for the dreams, for the future, maybe. Let's go home."
I laid in bed for what seemed hours thinking about Julie and what happened. I got hard and masturbated again. I saw Julie but I was fucking Mom.
Later that year Dad changed positions with the company and was traveling a great deal. It wasn't unusual for him to be gone for two weeks at a time. It was hard on Mom because she had to do some things she hadn't done before. I tried to help and so did Julie and it seemed to work.
I had come home from a date a little earlier than usual. I was moving toward my room when I heard Julie and Mom talking in her bedroom. I couldn't hear what they were saying but I moved toward the door and cleared my throat loudly. "Can a guy join this conversation?"
They were both dressed in baby doll pajamas and Mom looked more like Julie's sister than her mother. I felt myself getting hard looking at the nipples that were showing through the two tops and the hint of pussy below. Julie got up, came to me and hugged me. "Mom needs you." She whispered in my ear as she left.
Mom patted the bed and I sat beside her. We began to have a conversation, one that would change my life forever. She told me that Dad was traveling even more and would be gone more. She told me that she was lonely. Then she told me that she and Julie had talked and Julie had told her of my fantasy for her. I began to stammer and stutter some kind of apology but Mom put her fingers to my lips. She took my hand in hers and moved it gently to her breast. She held my palm against her hard nipple. "I need you, Evan. I need you to bring your fantasy to life."
She kissed me. Her mouth was open and her tongue was searching mine. Our kiss was one of deep passion, deep desire. My hand was still on her breast and I was massaging the tender orb. She tugged at my shirt until she had it over my head and then she let me slip the wispy pajama top from her. Her breasts were still magnificent. It was l could do to not grab them and hold them. I bent forward and took one succulent nipple in my mouth and tried to get as much of the breast in as I could.
I moved one hand between her legs, onto her pussy mound. She was warm and slightly damp. "Take it off Honey." She whispered.
I slid the small panties down her legs and tossed them aside. Her dark hair was trimmed above her pussy and her lips were the same dark red as her nipples. I put one finger between the lip and felt the wetness. I had never licked a pussy before and wasn't sure of how to do it right, but I went for it. I let my tongue slide between the lips and tasted the tangy nectar beneath. I licked upward and found her clitoris. The exhale of breath from her assured me I had done the right thing. I continued licking and sucking at this magical spot until her body began to buck and her back arched and a salty liquid gushed from her into my mouth. "Oh, Evan! Oh, Baby! Yesssss." She hissed. I kept licking until her body relaxed.
"Honey, you've done that before."
"No, Mom. That was my first time. Was it OK?"
"My, God. It was wonderful Son. Truly magnificent. Lay on your back so I can pull your pants off."
In no time at all she had my shoes, socks, and jeans piled in the floor. My hard cock made a tent out of my briefs. She gently pulled the waist band out, then down, exposing my length to the cool air. She took my cock in her hand and stroked it softly, slowly, gently. Then she moved over me and her mouth engulfed as much of my length as possible. She began sucking my cock and stroking my balls. It was too much. "God, Mom! I'm gonna cum."
She didn't stop but let me shoot my spunk into her mouth and she kept sucking until I was through cumming. She had swallowed it. She had swallowed my cum. We kissed and I could taste the semen inside her mouth. She kept her hand around my cock, softly stroking it as laid beside me.
"Do you want to fuck me?"
I had never heard her use that word, it shocked me. "Yeah. Yeah I do."
"I think you're ready."
She had brought me to another erection and I was ready. Mom rolled to her back and I moved on top of her feeling the wet opening of her pussy at the tip of my cock. "Push in me baby. Make love to me." She whispered.
Her hand went between us and she pointed my hard spear at her opening. I pushed forward and slid easily into her. We established a rhythm that took her over the edge, then again, followed by my last hurrah. I felt the cum shooting from cock, filling her body, and it seemed to be endless. The feeling of cum spurting from me seemed to go on forever. At last we laid there, our bodies still joined, our lips meeting in kisses of thanks and passion.
She rolled me from her, turned out the lights, and we slept. Two naked lovers entwined in a slumber of sexual exhaustion. A son and his mother, now lovers, now illegal mates.
The sun was peeking through the windows when Evan was gently shaken by the shoulder. He opened his eyes to see Julie sitting beside him. "Time to get up, brother. Mom almost has breakfast ready." She pulled the covers back and stared at his naked body. "You might want a quick shower and some clothes before you come to the kitchen."
His Mom acted as though everything was normal, routine, and in order. She put down a plate of bacon and eggs in front of him but when she kissed him full on the lips he knew it wasn't normal or routine. They made love every night for the next week until they knew his Dad was coming home. Each evening was new and exciting. They made love in every position they could think of. She even allowed him to have anal sex with her.
Todd came home in an upbeat mood and hurried Elaine to bed that evening for a raucous evening of sex. She enjoyed her husband and enjoyed his lovemaking although he was not as amorous as her son nor as well endowed. Nonetheless, Todd always brought her to orgasm, at least once before he finished. This evening was better, much better.
The next week Evan's Dad left again but he was unsure of length of this trip. Evan moved into his mother's bed that evening and resumed his place inside her. His mother was more adoring of his lovemaking than before and seemed to want more from him.
Evan wondered what Julie thought, but after all it was she who sat this up. The following evening he asked her. "I think Mom is a lucky woman and I think you are a very lucky guy."
"Why did you set this up with Mom?"
I knew you wanted her and I knew she needed something in her life. You filled the bill. I didn't."
"You? You don't mean that you and Mom were –"
"Lovers? For only a short time. I wasn't what she needed but she was what I needed. You know. You know how she tastes, how she feels, how she looks. God, bro. Any man or woman would want her. Right?"
Evan looked at her, he was seeing his sister for the first time. She was lesbian or maybe bisexual. It hit him. That's why she would jerk off with him but not let him fuck her. "Now I understand. I think. What can I do for you?"
She laughed and patted him on the head as she rose. "Send a cute chick my way."
Evan was once again inside his mother, his cock stretching her opening and massaging her clit with each thrust. Her body was bouncing from the bed to meet his thrusts and both were moaning as they neared their orgasms. Neither of them heard the door open or the footsteps down the hall. They both were shaken when the bedroom door opened and Todd roared. "What the fuck?" What the hell are you doing?" You son-of-a-bitch get out of that fucking bed."
Todd reached for Evan but the youngster was faster and darted away. He ran to his room with his Dad close behind. He was able to slam and lock the door before his father could reach inside. He could hear his Dad screaming at his mother calling her a whore, a bitch, a tramp. He could hear Julie screaming for him to stop and crying, but his Dad never stopped. The last he heard as he scrambled out the window of his room was his father shouting. "If I get my hands on you you little bastard I'll kill you."
He had kept in contact with Julie and her with him. They had even seen each other on a few occasions during the time, spending one night it in bed together, mutually masturbating. Now the bus was nearing the terminal and the city looked familiar. Julie was there, waiting for him. Her look was different, pained. She hugged him, held him close. "Dad died two hours ago."
He held his mother close during the funeral service. It was closest he had been to her since his return. The house was filled with relatives and lots of friends bringing flowers or food. When the visitors finally left he was able to sit beside her, put his arms around her shoulders, and let her cry. "I love you", she said to him amid her tears.
Evan had a good job and was going to college part time. He convinced his mother and Julie to sell the house and move with him. Julie set up her own residence, but Elaine moved in with Evan. She kept a respectable distance from him until one night when she knocked on his bedroom door. She was wearing one of his old t-shirts and nothing else.
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