I was vacuuming when the guys got home from their golf game. My husband gave me a kiss on the cheek and a pat on the butt as he passed through the living room on his way upstairs. A few moments later my son came in, gave me a kiss on the cheek and pat on the butt. Just like his father. I can't say I didn't enjoy it, but he needed to be more careful about that sort of thing.
Once I finished tidying up, I headed down to Nick's bedroom to talk to him. I knocked and went right in. He was just out of the shower and had on nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. He smiled when he saw me.
"How was the game?" I asked.
He dropped his towel and walked past me to his closet, obviously enjoying his newfound freedom to be naked in front of me.
"I was kicking butt on the front nine, then Dad used his Jedi mind tricks and smoked me on the back nine."
"Grandma and grandpa are going to be here in an hour or two. I wouldn't mind a little help getting things in order."
Nick tossed the clothes he was going to wear onto his bed. His hand went to his semi-erect cock and he casually fondled himself as we talked.
"C'mon, grandma doesn't care if everything isn't perfect," he complained.
"Perfect isn't even an option for me at this point. I'm just hoping to hide our mess enough so no one notices."
"Fine, no biggie." He had graduated from fondling his cock to stroking it. I couldn't help but stare.
"And that's another thing," I said with a shaky voice. "No funny business while your grandparents are here."
"They're not here now," he pointed out and gave himself a few hard tugs.
"No, but your father and brother are, and I don't have time right now…" I trailed off, distracted by the swaying motion of his loose balls fresh out of the warm shower.
"Just a quick one, Mom, then I'll be good for the rest of the weekend. I promise."
"All right, all right. But make it fast."
"Can I cum on your tits?"
"What happened to that shy boy from last week?"
Nick just grinned and shrugged as I quickly unbuttoned my shirt and pulled each of my boobs out of my bra.
"Holy shit, Mom, that looks so hot the way you do that with your tits."
"You shouldn't use that kind of nasty language in front of your mother," I scolded him. "Especially when you're jerking off your big fucking cock for me."
"It's only going to take longer if you make me laugh!"
I knelt down in front of him. I pushed my tits together and held them up so he'd have an easy target. He stared longingly at my taut nipples as I flicked them playfully. I watched his hand shuttling up and down his shaft only inches from my face. It was just as captivating as the first time I spied on him, but better.
After a minute it was clear he wasn't working very hard to finish quickly. The little brat was pacing himself to make it last as long as he could. I really did have a lot to do, and so I decided that I had no choice but to move things along.
"Keep jerking for me, sweetie," I said and then ducked my head down beneath his cock.
I took one of his balls between my lips and sucked it into my mouth. I heard a sharp intake of breath from Nick.
"Oh, yeah!" he exclaimed and began stroking faster.
I released him with a pop. "I'm only doing this to hurry things along, so don't get any ideas, young man." I licked my tongue all over his scrotum then took his other testicle into my mouth.
"Mom…you're sucking my balls. Un-fucking-real!"
It sure as hell was. Another slide farther down the slippery slope. But, that was a worry for another time. At that moment I needed to concentrate on teasing my boy to orgasm as quickly as I could so I could get everything squared away before my mother-in-law arrived. I gave my son's soap-clean balls a gentle, suckling pull.
"I'm gonna cum!" he warned.
"Don't get it in my hair!"
I knew he was going to spray everywhere, and I didn't have time to get out of the line of fire. Without thinking I clamped my lips around the head of his cock a half second before he began spurting his thick load.
One, two, three shots of semen erupted into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. A fourth landed on my tongue, and more oozed onto my lips and down my chin. Oh God, did I really just do that?
"Honey? You down there?" My husband Evan's voice called down from the top of the stairs. "Where'd you put my phone charger?"
Nick froze like a deer in the headlights. I had to answer or he might come down looking for me. I had no choice…
I swallowed the entire mouthful of my son's cum.
"It's…it's in the drawer next to the pantry!" I hollered back hoarsely.
I heard him wander away and the rising panic in my chest began to subside.
"That was too close," I said and licked the drop of cum from the tip of Nick's cock. "Now get dressed and pick up your toys from the yard and put your bikes away in the garage."
He was staring at me with his mouth slightly agape. "Did you just…"
"Oh, come on, don't act like you've never seen a woman swallow a load of jizz before."
"I thought that was only in porn. I didn't know real women did that…especially not you."
I got up off of my knees, tucking my tits back into my bra. "Well, now you know the truth. You're mother likes to eat a nice big wad of cum every once in a while. Now get some clothes on that cute ass of yours and start behaving yourself like you promised." I kissed him on the forehead, gave his naked pee-pee a parting grope, and hurried upstairs.
Evan was in the kitchen fiddling with his phone. The smart thing to do would have been to run up to the bathroom and brush my teeth to make sure there was no chance he might smell cum on my breath. But everything had all happened so fast that I didn't get a chance to really enjoy it, so I wanted to hold on to that taste as long as I could. The inside of my mouth still tingled with a heavy coating of my son's sperm and I didn't want to wash it all away just yet.
I went about tidying up, thinking about the sensation of Nick's balls on my tongue and his warm seed sliding down my throat. I hung up the boys' coats in the closet. While I was in there I cupped my hand over my mouth and nose, then puffed a couple breaths into my palm and quickly inhaled. Yes, there it was. That faint smell of his sex. I should have been ashamed of myself for what I'd just done to my own son, but all I could think about was doing it again.
Before I knew it, my mother-in-law was letting herself in and calling out her sing-song greetings that brought us to the door from all corners of the house. It hadn't been easy for me to connect with Julie when I was dating Evan all those years ago. She wasn't like anyone I had ever known. But it didn't take long before we became close. Honestly, I'm actually more comfortable and open around Julie than I am with my own mother.
Evan's mom always seems to be in a good mood, nothing gets her down for long. And she is completely incapable of acting her age. This was one of the difficulties for me in the beginning. My culture is steeped in the idea of respect for elders, and has strict expectations of behavior. My mother-in-law is the total opposite of strict, and it took me a while to loosen up and accept that it was just the way she was. She was closer to being like one of my friends than a parent figure. Once I began thinking of it in those terms, we started to get along a lot better.
It also helped that she didn't look like a dried up old lady. Unlike most women her age, she wore her blonde hair long instead of cropping it sensibly short. She was tall, and slender, and looked better than some women did in their forties. I couldn't help but laugh whenever Evan would go out somewhere with his mother and come home with another story about how someone had assumed she was his wife or sister. I guess having a light, bubbly personality helps keep you young.
As soon as she saw me I was being squeezed in a big hug. When the boys showed up running she was all over them as well. Don, my father-in-law came in carrying a large suitcase and a small duffel bag. They were staying over one night and Julie had apparently packed for a three-week stay. He kissed me on the check on his way by and headed straight for the guest room to drop the bags off. Despite myself I couldn't help but notice his butt as he went. I hoped Evan was still in that kind of sexy shape when he got to be his father's age.
After the quick flurry of greetings, and grandma spoiling the boys with the little presents she always brought them, we all piled into the minivan and headed to the soccer field. The weather was beautiful, and the teams were closely matched. Timmy's team was ahead more than not, but the other side managed to tie it up three times. Julie was cheering for Timmy, and his team, and the other team. She wanted everyone to win! If I didn't know her I'd think she was a crazy person.
I watched my boy running around out there on the field. The image of seeing him naked in his bed this morning flashed through my mind, his hard little pecker poking straight up. I had to get my mind on something else before I soaked through another pair of panties.
I looked around at the small crowd. Mrs. Miller was there watching her son Tyler playing goalie. He had a mess of blond hair and was going to be a real heartbreaker one of these days. Mrs. Miller was a bit on the chunky side, but you could tell she was probably one of the hot girls back in the day. I wondered if she ever tasted her son's cum, or squatted over Tyler's face and let him suck her puss.
Geez, what was wrong with me? Projecting my perversion onto other people like that was uncalled for.
Anne McFaye was sitting in her folding chair alone, hiding behind a big pair of designer sunglasses sipping her ice coffee. The woman could barely fill out an A-cup, but she had an ass I'd have killed for. But I suppose it takes more than a great ass to keep a husband. Hers left two years ago. Her son Zach was the star player on Timmy's team. Maybe there were nights when she got lonely enough to slip into Zach's bed and suck his young cock. She may even get horny enough to spread her legs and let her boy slide his cock right up inside her. Anne looks like she'd be a screamer in the sack, and with no one else in the house except her and Zach, she could make all the noise she wanted while he banged his mom's tight little twat.
I wondered how many other people were thinking about sex right now. I scanned the crowd and picked out a few likely suspects, mostly creepy looking men. Which wasn't fair. I wasn't a creepy looking guy and I was thinking about some pretty sick stuff in the middle of a kids' soccer game. If I wasn't enjoying myself so much I would really be concerned about the state of my mental health.
I noticed Julie talking to a woman I didn't know, maybe a mom from the other team. They were chatting away like they were best friends. My mother-in-law had that effect on people. Everywhere she went, complete strangers would tell her the most intimate details of their lives within minutes after they met. Well, no matter how easy she was to talk to, there was no way I'd be opening up to her about my recent intimate details. I could only imagine how disgusted she would be with me if she ever found out I was molesting not one, but both, of her beloved grandsons.
Timmy's team scored a goal and took the lead again. Julie jumped and cheered, then rushed over to where I was standing all giddy with excitement.
"C'mon, girl, make some noise!"
I joined her and made some noise, which I normally didn't do, but had to admit felt good. During a timeout she leaned over and whispered in my ear.
"I think that woman I was talking to is having an affair with the referee."
I glanced over at the pudgy, balding ref and saw that he was talking to the woman and smiling.
Julie shrugged. "Hey, you never can tell what some people will do. Especially when it comes to S-E-X."
I thought it was funny how she spelled it out like it was a swear word, but my guilty conscience made me feel like maybe she was talking about me.
"There's a new restaurant that opened up by the mall," I said trying to change the subject. "We were thinking we could go there tonight for dinner."
"If it's near a mall, count me in!"
The other team had the ball in front of our goal and Julie ran off to the sideline calling for a goal and a save all at the same time. Maybe she was crazy after all.
We went home after the game, got cleaned up and changed and went to dinner. Most of the conversation was the boys catching their grandmother up on everything they'd been doing lately (everything except for "that"). As a matter of fact, I learned a few things that I hadn't known myself. Timmy had a crush on a girl named Amber, and Nick had gotten into a bit of trouble for organizing a student protest at school over the removal of pepperoni pizza from the cafeteria menu. What was it about this woman that made people want to confess everything to her? Maybe she was a priest in a former life.
Following dinner we went over to the mall. After a few hours of trawling the stores we all ended up at the food court for ice cream and coffee. It had been a long day, and I was on the brink of exhaustion, but as I sat there looking at the cheerful faces of Nick and Timmy I couldn't stop the dirty thoughts from filling my head and making me horny. My dear husband had no idea that earlier that day I'd swallowed our son's cum. My father-in-law would never guess that his grandson had spent the morning humping his stiff cock against my ass. Julie didn't even suspect that my pussy was soaking wet at that moment thinking about what other depraved things I might do with my boys. My secrets were deliciously arousing, but also maddeningly frustrating.
"Oops, I almost forgot," I suddenly piped up. "Timmy needs some new underwear. I'll go grab some real quick." I stood and motioned to Timmy. "Come on."
"I don't need underwear," he complained, not wanting to leave his half-finished sundae.
"Fine, I'll pick them out myself. Which one do you like again? Little Mermaid or Nemo?"
"If they have any with Justin Beiber, get him those," Nick teased.
"Oh, gawd, alright, I'm coming," Timmy grumped and stuffed his mouth with a big scoop of ice cream.
I hurried him away from the food court, and he grudgingly followed, dragging his feet. When we reached Victoria Secret I pulled him in after me.
"Why're we going in here?" he sputtered.
"Just like I said, I want to get you some new underwear."
His eyes bulged as he realized what I was up to. He looked around to make sure none of the family could see us, then eagerly followed me into the vault of girlie delights.
I sorted through the selection of lacey panties with Timmy glued to my side. He was glancing around nervously, as if he was someplace that he wasn't supposed to be. I held up a flimsy pair of sheer briefs.
"Do you like this one?"
He looked at them sheepishly and shrugged a shoulder. "Yeah, I guess."
I picked up an ivory pair of silky panties. "What about this? Do you think my pussy would smell good in these?"
"Sheez, Mom, cut it out," he hissed under his breath. "You're going to give me a boner."
"That's my plan," I admitted and kissed him on the cheek. "Now hurry up and help me pick out something nice for you to cum on."
The bright blush on his cheek faded as he slowly became accustomed to the feminine surroundings. He browsed through the panties with me, pointing out the ones that he might like. I got a strange look or two from other shoppers. I normally would have been mortified by this, but I was so turned on that it didn't bother me in the least. Actually, it added to the thrill in some twisted way.
"Can I help you find anything special?"
We looked up and found a gorgeous, twenty-something sales girl smiling at us. She looked like she probably had some Latina in her. If I was the type who was attracted to girls, she would be the type I'd go for.
"No, I'm just trying to help my son find a birthday present for his girlfriend."
The sales girl's eyebrows raised, but she managed to keep her composure.
"Okay, great. Um, I'll be around if you have any questions." She looked at Timmy, then back at me, as if she wasn't sure if she really heard me right, then moved away with a pleasant smile plastered on her face.
"I think she's got the hots for you," I whispered to Timmy.
I intended it as a lighthearted joke, but from the way he perked up I think he took me seriously.
"She must be able to tell how much of an underwear aficionado you are."
Timmy dropped the pair of white lace undies he was holding and walked over to where she was sorting slinky robes. What had I started?
"Excuse me," he said to her, clearing the squeak out of his throat. "Do you have any crotchless panties?"
This time the girl couldn't hide her shocked expression. I'm sure I wasn't doing any better. I was struck by how his big brother would never do something like that in a million years. Nick's shyness gives him a cute appeal, but Timmy's boldness has its own kind of sexiness about it.
"We…um, actually don't carry that type of apparel," she answered as professionally as she could, obviously trying to wrap her head around the idea that it was a 13-year-old boy asking for crotchless panties. "Maybe you should ask your mother to take you over to Frederick's."
"Oh, okay. How about thongs? You have any of those around?"
"Right over here."
He followed her to another part of the store where she showed him the selection of thongs. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but I could easily make out the bulge in my son's pants. That kid was something else.
After five minutes he came back to me with two pairs of thongs.
"I want you to get these," he announced with a self-satisfied confidence.
"I don't know…I've never worn anything like these before."
"Are you kidding? C'mon, Mom, your ass would look smokin' in a thong."
"You think so?" God, it felt so good to hear that kind of thing, even if it was from my own son. "I need the dressing room. Follow me."
"Ah, I don't think you're supposed to try on underwear."
"Yes, well, I've been doing a lot of things I'm not supposed to do lately."
On the way to the fitting rooms I grabbed a random pajama set. Timmy waited by the entryway to the dressing rooms while I went into one of the little booths. As soon as I closed the door I undid my pants and pulled them down. My heart was going a mile a minute. This was so stupid.
"Psst, Timmy, is anyone one looking?"
"No, I don't think so."
"Then get in here, quick!"
In a matter of seconds I had managed to sneak him into the dressing room with me. I pushed him to the back wall so no one could see his sneakers through the high gap under the door.
"Mom, what are you doing?"
"Put your hand in my panties," I insisted in a hushed tone.
He didn't ask any more questions and did as I asked. His fingers dove past my tuft of hair and straight to my hot slit. I grabbed is cock through his jeans.
"Put your fingers in my pussy." My whole body shuddered. "Oh, yes, like that. Feel how wet Mommy is?" This was completely insane. "As far as you can, that's good, oh shit that's good."
I put my hand over his and increased the pressure against my cunt. I humped myself against his palm and within seconds I was cumming on his fingers. I can't remember ever having an orgasm that fast in my entire life. I bit his shoulder to keep from making noise and rode it out right there in the dressing room with people shopping not more than twenty feet away.
"Mom, I just came in my pants," Timmy whispered into my ear.
I didn't want to come back down to reality yet, but the fact that I was taking an incredibly foolish risk by doing this with my son in public sobered me up quickly.
"Hurry up and get your underwear off before it soaks through your pants."
He shucked off his jeans, and pulled down his cum-filled briefs. I was sorely tempted to suck his messy prick clean, but by then I was so paranoid about being caught I didn't dare. He put his pants back on. I peeked out the dressing room door, and when the coast was clear, I sent him out. I tried to get myself put back together so that none of my family would wonder what I'd been up to. I slipped my wet panties off, balled them up with Timmy's underwear and tucked them away in my purse. Once I got my pants back on and took a deep breath, I headed out.
I brought the two thongs Timmy had picked out to the counter. Our sales girl was there at the register. She took the thongs and gave me a strange look. I was certain she knew we had been up to something in the dressing room and security was on the way to take me off to pervert prison.
"Looks like his girlfriend is about the same size as you," the girl said as she rang up the first pair.
"Oh, ah, yes, I suppose she is," I answered trying to hide how flustered I was.
"He's a cutie." She glanced over to where Timmy was lurking near the entrance of the store, his hands in his pockets to camouflage his hard-on.
"He sure is," I handed over my credit card and we finished the transaction.
"You two have a good evening," she said with a curious smile as she handed the bag over to me.
I couldn't tell for sure if she knew something or not. I think she might have suspected, but if she did she wasn't acting like she was disgusted or perturbed by it. As Timmy and I headed back to toward the food court I found myself getting aroused all over again by the idea that maybe the hot young sales girl knew what was going on between me and my son. Not only might she know, but it might have turned her on a little. I had to stop entertaining such sick fantasies and get my head screwed on straight.
We made a quick pit stop at the Gap, and I grabbed a couple pairs of boxer shorts for Timmy since this was our excuse for wandering off in the first place. I then hid my Victoria's Secret bag inside the Gap bag. My boy's boner had finally gone down enough by this point that it was safe to meet back up with the family.
On the ride home I glanced back and noticed Timmy quietly sniffing his fingers in the shadows of the back seat. It gave me a weird little thrill to be the only one in the car who knew exactly why he was doing that. Meanwhile, Nick was leaning forward talking to his grandparents, all of them oblivious to the fact that I was sitting there in the front seat with no panties on, dying to touch myself. Evan reached over and patted my leg affectionately, sending a jolt of excitement up my thigh and making me all the more horny. I thought about how great it would be if I could just lean over and suck him off right in front of everyone. Damn, it seemed like I was getting sicker by the minute!
When we got home I handed the Gap bag over to Timmy, then rummaged around in my purse. I pulled out our wadded up underwear and separated them. I dropped my panties in his bag.
"Those should get you through the night," I told him quietly. His eyes lit up and I could see he was ready to get started as soon as possible. Then I held up his semen-soiled underwear. "Do me a favor and tuck these under my pillow for me, just in case I need something to get me through the night." I could tell he absolutely loved the thought of me getting myself off while sniffing his cummy briefs. He took all the nasty treasures and hurried upstairs. I wanted so badly to follow him, but I had houseguests to deal with.
The men were in the living room watching TV while Julie and I sat in the kitchen chatting. After a bit Nick came in to say goodnight. He gave his grandmother a hug, and me a goodnight kiss, before heading downstairs to his bedroom.
When I turned my attention back to my mother-in-law, she had a strange smile on her face.
"Oh, nothing." She sipped her tea to cover her smirk.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" I pressed with a nervous chuckle.
"I don't know," she began coyly, "I suppose it's just seeing the way you and Nick are with each other reminds me of when Evan was that age, and how close the two of us were back then."
"How do you mean 'the way we are with each other'?"
"Oh, you know how it is, that special bond between a mother and her boy." She still had that odd look in her eye, like she knew something. "Of course you love all your children, but there's something more with your first that you feel but don't want to admit to."
"Like they're a part of you in a way no one else can ever be," I heard myself saying.
"Yes, that's it exactly. You'll give anything of yourself to make them happy, and to see them happy just fills you up inside like nothing else."
"I love that feeling," I admitted wistfully. "It more than makes up for all the other not-so-great parts of being a mother."
Julie sipped her tea. "And then our little boys start turning into men. There's that strange in-between time where we can still see the child in them, but those hormones are at work making everything bigger and stronger. This is when we fall in love with our boys all over again…in a different kind of way."
I nodded, but wasn't really sure what she was saying. "They grow up so fast."
"And all they can think about is girls," she said smiling. "Or any woman that happens to be nearby." She paused and looked at me, gauging my reaction to see if she should continue or not. "I remember when Evan was a teenager how he would peek at me while I was in the shower."
I could feel my jaw dropping, but was incapable of stopping it from happening. "Evan?"
"Oh, sure, all boys are curious about women's bodies at that age. The problem is that they usually don't have easy access to any women other than their mother, or maybe a sister, if they're lucky."
"You know what I mean." Julie was trying to get me to say something, but I wasn't about to incriminate myself so easily.
"So, what did you do when you realized your son was spying on you in the shower?"
"Started taking longer showers," she laughed. "And making sure the bathroom door was unlocked."
"Stop it, you did not," I said, not knowing if I should believe her.
"I admit that it caught me by surprise at first, and I was upset with him for violating my privacy like that. But then I tried to look at it from his perspective. He was a horny teenager who was so desperate to see a naked lady that he was willing to risk being caught peeping at his own mother. I realized that there wasn't any harm in it, so I let him peek."
I didn't know what to say to that. Here was a woman who I'd always believed was a paragon of propriety telling me she knowingly let her son see her naked. Not only that, but the son in question was my husband. My already skewed world was becoming even more warped.
"To tell you the truth, I found it flattering in an odd way." She took another one of those pauses. She must have seen that rather than being repulsed by her admissions that I was dying to hear more. "It feels nice when someone admires your body, even if it is your own son."
"Well, you're braver than I am," I said, trying to sound convincing. "I don't think I could let my boys see me naked."
"Oh, you might be surprised at what you're capable of under the right conditions." Julie checked to make sure no one was within earshot and lowered her voice. "I shouldn't be telling you this, but there was a time or two when I pleasured myself during those showers."
"With Evan watching?"
"I figured that if he was outside my bathroom door doing it, why not do it myself."
My heart was racing, and my mind was spinning. Did my dear, sweet mother-in-law just tell me that she willingly masturbated while her son was watching her? This couldn't be. She was trying to bait me into saying something. I wasn't going to fall for it so easily.
"I would never have imagined that you would do something like that," I said.
"It sounds pretty bad, doesn't it?" She shrugged. "But it didn't feel wrong when it was happening. Just a natural thing to do in response to natural human urges."
"Wow. Sorry if I'm a little out of it right now, but I'm just trying to wrap my head around everything you're saying."
"Sorry if I've upset you. I probably said too much. You must think I'm some kind of weirdo."
"No. It's not that at all. It's just unexpected, that's all." I had so many questions, but I wasn't sure I wanted to keep going with this conversation. "Did anything else happen? Between you and Evan…?"
Julie picked a cookie from the plate that sat between us and took a nibble. I could almost see her deciding how much to divulge.
"What about Nick?" She finally asked. "Has he tried anything like what his father did?"
"Not that I know of," I hedged. I wanted to spill my guts, but I didn't dare. "But something did happen."
"Oh?" She could see my hesitation. "You can tell me, I'm obviously not one to judge."
"Okay, well, I was out in the yard one afternoon, and I happened to walk past Nick's bedroom window, and I saw him in his room naked…" I couldn't believe I was doing this. "And he was, you know, masturbating himself."
Julie's eyes went wide. I couldn't be certain, but it seemed like it was more like delight than shock. "So you were the spy?"
"Ha, yes, I guess I was."
"Did you see him finish?"
That seemed like a strange question. "Ah…yes."
"My goodness," she pronounced leaning back in her chair and looking me over appraisingly. "That must have been something. How did it make you feel?"
"I don't know." I was already in dangerous waters and sensed that I was one wrong word away from getting in over my head. "I felt uncomfortable. Guilty, as well."
"Because you stayed there outside his window and watched until he finished?" There was a peculiar gleam in her eye as she waited for my answer.
"Yes, that. But…" I needed to shut my mouth and not say anything more about it. "But also because there was a part of me that wanted to see it." I cringed and waited for her to tell me what I did was wrong.
"You're telling me you wanted to see your son masturbating his penis?" Julie leaned forward and put her hand on mine. "I don't blame you. I would have done the same thing myself."
Relief flooded through me. "I know it was bad, but I couldn't make myself walk away. I feel awful about it, like I'm the worst mother ever."
"Oh, nonsense," Julie dismissed my apprehensions with a wave. "If watching your son play with himself was the worst thing a mother could do, then I'd be on the top ten most wanted list."
"You've seen Evan touching himself when he was a boy…sexually?"
"I have," she answered without reservation.
"And…did it…get you, ah…aroused?"
Her expression took on a triumphant glow and she squeezed my hand. Julie was about to say something when her husband Don came into the kitchen and went to the refrigerator. Evan came in close on his heels.
"What're you two hens squawking about in here?"
"We're just talking about how hard it is to be the mother of a teenaged boy," Julie said breezily.
I wouldn't have given the look Evan and his mother exchanged a second thought before, but now it seemed there was more to it than I would have otherwise suspected.
"Your mom's teaching me how to deal with all those raging hormones," I added.
Don laughed. "Don't take advice from her, she hasn't figured out how to deal with her own hormones yet!"
The men sat down at the table with us and the conversation quickly moved onto more mundane topics. I caught Julie's eye several times as we all talked and got the sense that she was as disappointed as I was that we had been interrupted.
It wasn't long before Don was ready to "hit the hay," and took his wife off to the guest room with him. Before I wouldn't have thought twice about it, but after the suggestive talk we had I found myself wondering if the two of them were going straight to sleep or if they would be fooling around first. And it wasn't just a fleeting thought, I was disturbingly turned on by the idea that my in-laws might be getting it on just a few rooms away.
"So you and Mom were talking about hormonal teenagers?"
Evan's voice brought my mind back from dirty town. "Something like that."
"What'd she have to say?"
"I was just asking her about how to deal with the boys being curious about girls, and sex, and their own bodies."
"What's to deal with? They'll figure it all out one way or another."
"I'm sure they will." I got up and put the tea cups in the sink. "But don't you think it would be better for a boy to learn about women from his mother."
He took a long time before answering.
"I guess that depends on the mother."
I couldn't tell if we were talking about the same thing, and I hated that I wasn't confident enough to come right out and discuss what I really wanted to discuss. It just wasn't the type of thing you were supposed to talk about. At least that's how it was in my family. And if I was misreading this whole situation with Evan and Julie, I could end up making a real fool of myself – or worse. I was tired and horny and I didn't want to think about it anymore.
I wrapped my arms around Evan and kissed his neck.
"All I know is that this mother could go for a good fuck right about now."
"I may be able to help you out with that," he kissed my lips. "I know a guy at work that can probably get the job done. I have his number around here somewhere."
"Not funny, mister" I bit his earlobe. "Now get upstairs and get naked. I want a cock inside me within the next two minutes and I don't care whose it is."
We hurried up to our bedroom and went at it like a couple of teenagers. I couldn't remember the last time that we messed around for more than half an hour at a stretch, but we must have been fucking and sucking for a solid two hours. I tried to keep focused on Evan and stay in the moment, but my fantasies were running wild.
When he was eating me, I imagined it was Timmy. When he was fucking me doggie-style, I pretended it was Nick. I pictured Julie and Don down in the guest room going at it. I even thought about them being in the same room with us. I got incredibly turned on when I thought about them fucking in the bed right next to us while we were doing the same. And, of course, Nick and Timmy watching us all the whole time and jerking off to the sight of Mom and Dad, and Grandma and Grandpa humping away like sex-crazed animals and then squirting their hot loads of cum all over us as we did.
I lost count of how many times I came, but I do know I had the best night of guilt-free sleep I'd had in a long time. The strange thing is that I woke up early the next morning feeling hornier than ever. It was like I was stuck in some sort of sexual feedback loop. The more sex I got the more I wanted. I quietly got out of bed, slipped into my robe, and tiptoed downstairs.
The house was quiet and everyone was still asleep. I snuck down to Nick's room and found him sprawled out in his bed in just a pair of boxer shorts. I listened for a few moments to hear if anyone was moving around upstairs. After not hearing anything I got naked and climbed into bed with him.
I snuggled up behind my son and pressed my bare nipples against the warmth of his skin. I reached around and tucked my hand down the front of his shorts. I took his soft cock in my hand and began massaging it gently. He was hard before he even woke up.
"Who's that?" he mumbled.
"Who do you think it is?"
"Mmm, morning, Mom." He turned a little so I could stroke him easier. "Are you naked?"
I took his hand and put it between my legs. "Does that answer your question?"
"I thought we weren't supposed to do anything this weekend."
"We weren't, but I thought you might want to sneak in a quick jerk off session with me before everyone wakes up."
His fingers toyed with my small patch of pubic hair and felt experimentally along my slit. This was his first time touching me down there. I held his shaft lightly and slowly caressed his cock.
"Yeah, sure." He clumsily parted my lips and explored me deeper. "I'm surprised you told Grandma."
"Told Grandma what?"
"About how you and me have been masturbating together lately."
"Oh," was all I could manage. What the hell was he talking about? How did she know? My panic was rising once again. If she knew what was going on, this could be it for me. "What did she say?"
"She just came down last night and said how you told her what we were doing, and she wanted to know how I felt about it."
"And you told her about everything?"
"Pretty much." The tip of his finger found my opening and circled around it. "It's not the kind of thing I ever thought I'd talk about with my grandmother, but she was really cool about it all, same as you."
"Your grandma is full of surprises." My mind was racing all over the place. Julie had obviously suspected something was going on, and she tricked Nick into divulging our secret by making him think she already knew about it. That sneaky bitch. Now it was just a question of what she intended to do now that she knew for sure I was misbehaving with my son. Sure, she had told me she let Evan peek at her, but for all I knew that was just another one of her devious traps. I moved my hand down and fondled Nick's balls while I considered the potential fallout.
"She definitely surprised the hell out of me." He risked venturing further and slowly inserted one of his fingers into the threshold of my vagina. Despite the fact that I was freaking out of my mother-in-law's knowledge of my sins, what he was doing to me felt too good to stop. "Especially when she told me I could jerk off in front of her too if I wanted."
I had to force myself not to tense up at hearing that. I didn't want him to know what a shock all this was to me. I deliberately let go of his balls and went back to playing with his cock.
"What did you think about that?" I asked, trying to sound calm.
"I wasn't sure at first, but she told me how you guys talked about it and you said it would be okay." His finger probed deeper, and my inner muscles flexed involuntarily as he did. "It felt weird at first, but like you said before, everything feels strange the first time you do it."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Julie apparently wasn't fishing for incriminating information to bust me. It seemed she wanted in on the action. I would have thought I was dreaming if it weren't for the fact that my son's finger was as far into my pussy as he could get it at that moment, which was more than certainly not a dream.
"So you jerked off for Grandma?"
"I started to, but it was taking me a while because I had done it just before she came down." He wiggled his finger around inside me. "But then she took over. She said I was trying too hard and needed to relax. Her hands are so soft."
"She actually touched your penis?"
"I never thought about Grandma in that way, but she really knew what she was doing."
I had no idea how I was feeling about all this. It didn't help that I had Nick's cock in my hand and his fingers were in my twat. Between that and our naked bodies rubbing together I could barely hold an articulate thought for more than a few seconds, much less deal with what he was telling me. I was nervous about having been discovered, and yet found it a bit of a thrill that someone else knew I was doing perverted things with my son. I was upset at my mother-in-law for tricking Nick into spilling the beans, but I had to admire her intuition. I was jealous that she had gotten him to jerk off in front of her as well, but turned on by the idea that she might be as horny as me when it came to this sort of thing.
"Did she make you cum?" I asked while I squeezed the head of his cock.
"Yes…but not with her hand."
"I don't know if I should say," he murmured, sliding his finger in and out of me.
"It's okay, you can tell me."
"Grandma made me cum with her mouth."
"She sucked your dick?"
"And you came in her mouth?"
"She swallowed it all, just like you."
"So, I guess that was your first official blowjob," I said, feeling a little disappointed. I had been hoping to be the one to give him that.
"Pretty much, I suppose."
"Did you do anything else with her?"
"Not really. She never took any of her clothes off." He took his finger out of me and groped around between my legs, tugging my inner lips, touching my clit, feeling my pussy all over. "She did squeeze her boobs some, and rubbed herself between her legs through her pants while she was sucking on me. That was actually pretty hot."
"There's no doubt that she is sexy for an older lady." I released his cock and ran my hand over his stomach and chest, circling a finger around his tiny nipples. "How did it make you feel getting a blowjob from your grandmother?"
"It seemed very strange at first, like it would be really gross to do, but then the way she did it felt so good that it was awesome after that. She went real slow, and did this thing with my balls the whole time she was sucking me, and then when I came in her mouth it was the best."
"But she didn't let you play with her pussy, did she?" I grabbed his cock again.
"Do you like touching your mother's pussy?"
"Do you think Mommy's a slut for letting you put your fingers inside me?"
"I don't know." He pushed his finger into my hole again. "Maybe a little bit."
"I like being a slut for you, sweetie. I don't know what it is, but your cock makes me so fucking horny. I'm jealous that Grandma got to suck it and I haven't."
"God, Mom, you're driving me crazy."
"Do you want Mommy to suck your dick?"
"Do you want Mommy to eat your cum? Just like your grandmother did?"
"Oh, shit, yes."
"Mom…I want you to…suck my cock."
"And I want to cum in your mouth and for you to swallow it."
"What a nasty little boy I have."
I got up onto my knees, turned my son so he was lying flat on his back, then I lifted a leg and mounted him with a twist. I ended up straddling his shoulders so that my pussy was in his face and my mouth was over his cock. I couldn't be the first one to give my baby a blowjob, but I sure as hell could give him his first 69.
"You okay back there," I asked.
"Mom, your pussy is like right there."
I reached back and spread my lips open. "Can you see everything all right?"
"Holy fuck, Mom, it's beautiful."
"You just relax now and enjoy the view while Mommy sucks your cock for you."
I held his erection straight up and kissed the tip. I ran my tongue around his swollen head, and licked along the slit of his little pee-hole a few times. His hands were on me. He felt along my thighs and up my sides. I licked the length of his insanely hard shaft. Nick squeezed each of my ass cheeks with both hands, massaging my backside while my pussy hovered only inches from his mouth.
I gently took him between my lips and engulfed his cock one slow inch at a time. I heard him moan softly, then give my inner thigh a sucking kiss. Julie might have gotten to him first, but this was going to be the blowjob he remembered. The spongy end of his dick reached the back of my throat, and I kept going. I admit that I'm not very well-versed when it comes to exotic sexual skills, but the one thing I can do is swallow a cock to the hilt. Nick's moan became a groan and he squirmed beneath me, pushing his young prick even further down my throat. I was able to handle it all without a problem.
I stroked him in and out of my throat a few times then came up for air.
"Did Grandma do that for you?"
He let out a series of inarticulate sounds that I interpreted to mean no, then he begged me to do it again. I was more than happy to give my boy what he wanted. I took a breath and went down on his pulsing hard-on again. I let him fuck my throat this time with several short thrusts before I had to back off. I could tell he was on the verge of blowing his load and I wasn't ready for it to be over quite so quickly.
I began sucking him off in the usual way, being careful not to go too fast and spoil my fun. At the same time I lowered my hips so that my pussy touched against his mouth. His body went rigid, and he seemed not to know what to do. I circled myself around his face a little to let him know it was no accident that my pussy was where it was. My son began sucking and licking me like he'd been waiting for his chance to do this all his life. He wasn't any more practiced at it than his little brother, but it felt like I was in heaven.
As much as I tried to concentrate on giving Nick a top-shelf blowjob, I couldn't help being distracted by the way he was devouring my pussy. His hands were planted at the small of my back and he pulled me as tight against his face as he could. My belly was on his chest, and my tits were mashed against his tummy. Before then, I didn't mind the 69-position, but I was never especially wild about it. At that moment, however, it was the most exciting thing I could remember ever doing sexually. Why hadn't I been doing this every night of my life?
I gave up trying to intentionally accomplish anything rational and just gave in to the dozens of different sensual signals I was receiving from all over my body. My mouth, my tits, my hands, my pussy, my clit, and more were all alive with ever increasing sensitivity. I couldn't focus on just one thing and had to lose myself in the overall effect. I'd never taken drugs before, but I couldn't imagine being high was half as good as what I was experiencing.
Lifting my head I let out a strained grunt of pleasure through gritted teeth. When I opened my eyes I saw something that sent my senses into free fall.
My mother-in-law Julie was standing in the doorway. I was stunned beyond all reason and had no idea what to do.
That's when I noticed she had her nightgown hiked up around her hips and her hand was busy between her legs.
"Looks like the early bird caught the worm," she said with a pleasant lilt in her voice. "You don't mind me watching, do you?"
"Hey, Grandma!" Nick took his mouth away from my pussy just long enough for the greeting and then went right back at it.
"Morning, kiddo," Julie shot back without missing a beat. She continued rubbing herself and watched to see what I would do.
My secret was out. It was real. I'd just been caught having incestuous oral sex with my son. But the person who'd caught me wasn't innocent herself. The mother of my husband, my son's grandmother, was guilty of the same act of molestation. This sweet, respectable woman had a side to her that I never could have suspected. She stood across the room from me openly fingering herself with voyeuristic amusement.
She confessed that she had allowed her own son, my husband, to spy on her in the shower years ago, but now I had to wonder if that was all she had done. I remained frozen, not knowing what to do. I saw her hand move up and watched her toy with her nipple through her gauzy nightgown. This wasn't any kind of bluff. She was really getting off on what I was doing with her grandson.
Nick's mouth felt good on my pussy. His hard cock felt good in my hand. I'd never been in a situation where there'd been a third person present while I was having sex. I should have been more embarrassed, or more ashamed, but I wasn't. I lowered my head and took my son into my mouth again. Let her watch if that's what she wanted. I had what I wanted.
I deep throated Nick's cock all the way. It was more to show off for Julie, but it felt great to give my son that kind of pleasure. I played with his balls, and rocked my pussy back and forth against his mouth. As I sucked him hard and fast I could see my mother-in-law pulling at her nipples and playing with her pussy. I'd never even imagined this woman was the type who would pleasure herself, but there she was shamelessly doing it for me to see. I'm not normally one to get aroused by other women, but there was something about her brazenly masturbating in front of me that made an already highly charged experience even more intense.
Nick's hips lifted off the bed and his cock began pumping creamy gobs of cum into my mouth. I took the first couple and swallowed them. I pulled his dick out of his mouth and let the rest shoot on my lips and dribble down his cock. I wanted his grandmother to see what I'd accomplished.
At the sight of Nick's white goo flowing out of his cock, Julie sank to her knees and went at herself even more vigorously. Her hand was mostly in the way, so I couldn't really see her pussy, but I could tell that she had a good amount of hair down between her legs. Her lips were moving, but I couldn't hear what she might be saying. Her eyes were locked longingly on her grandson's cum-drenched cock.
Between my mouthful of semen, the sight of my husband's mother finger-fucking herself, and my son's tongue in my pussy I was ready to explode.
"Suck my clit, Nick," I said out loud. I had a twinge of embarrassment talking like that with Julie listening, which I knew was silly given the situation. I was so far past caring that it didn't stop me. "That's it, baby, right there. Oh, you suck Mommy's pussy so good. Don't stop!"
Nick had managed to latch onto my clit, and the surrounding knot of flesh, and was sucking away like a madman. It wasn't perfect technique, but it was exactly what I needed to get off.
Through my haze I thought I could hear Julie saying "Suck your mother's cunt" over and over again under her breath. That was all it took to push me over the edge.
It started with a small flutter. Just when I thought I was going to lose it, the flutter expanded into a tingle. The tingle became a spasm, which flourished into a full-blown orgasm. I jammed my pussy against my son's face, unconcerned about his ability to breath, and fucked his mouth while my climax ravaged my body.
My head was swimming, but I was aware enough that I could tell Julie was about to bring herself off. I quickly got off of Nick's face and pulled his arm to get him to sit up. He was looking a bit dazed himself, but his eyes widened when he saw what had been going on during our 69.
"Grandma's masturbating," he blurted out.
"Grandma's about to make herself cum," I added.
My mother-in-law appeared to enjoy having and audience. She thrust her hips forward, and enthusiastically pounded her pussy with everything she had.
"I'm cumming! Oh, my fucking sweet cunt, I'm cumming!"
Nick and I watched as his grandmother trembled and shook her way through what appeared to be a deeply fulfilling orgasm. I could sense that he was as astonished as I was to be witnessing a sight as entirely unexpected as this.
After several moments Julie's convulsing body settled to stillness. Her hand fell limply away from her crotch. We were treated to an unobstructed view of her swollen pussy. Her lips were splayed open and shone wetly at the center of a curly nest of dark hair. Even from across the room we could clearly see the protruding nub of her clit and the dripping opening of her vagina.
"Geez," Nick whispered reverently, "that's Grandma's pussy…"
"It sure is," I responded just as mesmerized as he was.
Julie opened her eyes and looked hungrily at our naked bodies as we perched there on Nick's bed staring back at her in wonder. Her wandering gaze zeroed in on Nick's cummy erection, and she licked her lips.
I could almost feel our three heartbeats in the room drawing us together, but then another sound seized our attention. Footsteps could be heard overhead. Someone else was awake.
"I'll get breakfast started," Julie said. She stood and arranged her nightgown before heading upstairs without another word.
Reluctantly, I left Nick's bed and put my pajamas on.
"Did that really just happen?" Nick wondered aloud.
"I don't know if I believe it myself," I responded honestly. "I'm sorry, honey, this must be somewhat overwhelming for you. Tell me if it's all too much and I'll back off if you need time to figure it out."
"No! It's not too much, I swear." He could barely get the words out fast enough. "I love it, everything, you and the things we're doing, and now Grandma. It's the best thing that's ever happened in my life and I don't want it to stop."
"Okay, okay, slow down, take a breath." I gave him a hug. "I need to talk to Grandma and figure out where this is going, but in the meantime don't say anything about it to anyone. Understand?"
"I had a nice time with you this morning." I kissed him on the lips and could smell my scent on his mouth.
"Me, too. I liked how we sucked each other at the same time like that."
"I've got to get upstairs before you get me going again." One more kiss and I forced myself to walk away.
I looked back as I closed the door behind me and saw that Nick had already begun beating off again. I couldn't blame him; I'd be doing the same exact thing if I could. I glanced down and noticed a pile of small towels. Nick was apparently going through cum rags at a record rate. It looked like it was time for me to do a load…of laundry, that is.
I headed up the steps having no idea what to expect next. The lurid image of my mother-in-law's gaping cunt was enticingly fresh in my mind, and all I could think about was how good it would feel to bury my face in that furry patch of paradise. My life might very well be spinning out of control, but I was enjoying my descent into debauchery too much to prevent my downfall.