Mating with Mommy

CHAPTER 1

The highway -- one so familiar that I could have navigated it in my sleep -- was surprisingly empty for a Friday afternoon. It was pure chance that the roads were clear, and it made it a painless trip for Cleo - my older sister - to pick up both her son and mine from university. By sheer luck, both of our boys had been accepted to the same school, which was less than an hour away.

With no younger siblings behind them, their transition into college life had pushed both of us into a strange and uncomfortable middle ground where we weren't quite empty-nesters, but were very close to it.

With their graduation looming, shades of gray were threatening to become something black and white. The boys had just finished their senior year, and Cleo and I had elected to use the brief window between their final exam and their graduation ceremony to invite them to spend a weekend relaxing at the cottage with us.

Cleo gripped the steering wheel of her minivan with white knuckles, refusing to take her eyes off the road. "You stopped taking your birth control, right?"

I rolled my eyes. "Yes, for the one

millionth

time: I stopped taking the pills."

"Okay, okay, fine. How much longer until we pick the boys up at their dorm?"

I checked the navigation app on my phone. "Fifteen or so. Do you want to go over the plan again? That'll calm you down."

Cleo scrunched her nose in annoyance. "I

am

calm!"

That made me laugh. "She said violently!"

We turned off the highway, leaving mere minutes until we would get to wrap our arms around our boys. I turned down the radio so she could focus on me before our passengers got onboard.

I lifted the armrest and turned to face my sister. "Plan A-- we

don't

totally panic about our twenty-year-old boys growing up and leaving the nest."

Cleo rolled her eyes. "Ha-ha, smartass. I think we already failed that part."

"Correct! Which brings us to plan B-- let those

same

boys get us pregnant so we can be mommies all over again! Any questions?"

Her leg bounced anxiously -- a key sign that she was over-processing. "Are you sure they're going to believe that we

both

had a random birth control failure in the same month.

Again

?"

"I don't see why they wouldn't. They believed it

last

time, didn't they?"

Growing up as kids, we had always talked how much fun it would be to have boys that were the same age. Once we had gotten married, we had concocted a plan to trick our hubbies. They had fallen for it, and still to that day believed that their sons had been conceived by accident.

Working off of that precedent gave me and Cleo the confidence that we could pull it off a second time, so we had invented a plan to make it happen. The first step had been to convince our sons to join us at the cottage for a weekend. A sun-soaked celebration of their impending milestone seemed a convincing excuse, and we had specifically chosen a date where we knew that our husbands were too busy with work to accompany us.

Cleo and I shared everything with each other. Growing up, we had been each other's closest confidant, and that bond had grown even stronger when we'd both given birth. One of my confessions that I could never share with another soul was of the love I felt for Tom once he turned eighteen.

I'd wrestled with those feelings for years before revealing them to the one person I knew would never judge me. To my bewilderment, Cleo admitted that she felt the same wicked, unmotherly love for Luke. We had nobody else to vent to but each other.

Cleo chewed the inside of her cheek. "What if Luke doesn't want to fuck me?" It was a question wholly unbecoming of a mother.

"Why

wouldn't

he want to fuck you?" I asked.

Cleo shook her head in disbelief. "Because I'm his

mother

!"

She had a good point, but I waved her off and slumped back into my seat. "Oh, please. You and I both know what horribly horny monsters we raised. They're going to be kissing our feet just to get a taste of our mommy pussies."

She softened her rigid posture. "I'm sorry, Deb. I'm just a little wound up. Letting Luke spying on me while I was changing was one thing.

This

is something else entirely."

Cleo was referring to the trial run we had implemented a few weeks prior to our summer vacation. It'd been her idea to "accidentally" let them catch us changing, hoping to get a clue as to whether or not they would be receptive to our adulterous plans. It had been a test, and when the boys had passed, we'd known the wheels were in motion.

I played dumb just to annoy her a little bit more. "Do you think he liked what he saw?"

She chortled. "Um, duh, I think so! For two weeks straight he couldn't even look at me without blushing."

"That's why we did it: to test them. If they hadn't passed, we wouldn't be going all the way to the cottage to let them knock us up, would we?"

My sister puffed up her chest with a deep breath. "No, you're right. I know you're right."

"Remember: they're horny young men. I think it's going to be easier than either of us could have imagined."

A few minutes later, we pulled up to the university dorm. The sidewalks were usually full of students walking to class, but with the semester coming to a close, there were scant few left who hadn't gone home or otherwise moved on.

The boys were sitting together on the curb with their backpacks -- both of which appeared to be stuffed to the brim -- on the ground beside them. The boys shared very few features, but had acted as though they were twins from a very early age.

Tom was taller than Luke, but the latter made up for it with a particularly muscular build. My son's shaggy, strawberry-blond hair fell just above his eyes unless he'd intentionally swept it off of his forehead. That day, it was held in place with a touch of putty, providing a stark contrast to the buzz-cut of his black-haired cousin.

The excitement in the car was palpable, tempered only by the solemn expression on Tom's face when I leapt out of the car to hug him. After a bear-hug that lasted nearly ten full seconds, I pulled away to find him still sulking.

I pried for information. "Honey, what's wrong?"

"My girlfriend just broke up with me, like, a couple of hours ago," he lamented sadly.

I could not hide the surprise on my face, and tried to ensure that my tone did not reveal my excitement. "I didn't even know you were seeing someone."

Tom sighed. "I was... and then, I wasn't. Then, I was. Then--"

"I think they get it, bro," Luke chimed in, cutting his cousin's mopey rambling short.

Cleo sighed gloomily and walked over to offer Tom a consolation hug. "I'm so sorry, sugar. What happened?"

Luke snickered. "Word on the street is that s

omebody

asked for a threesome."

Tom socked him in the shoulder. "Shut up, man!"

I did not want their bickering to ruin the weekend, so I stepped in to calm my son before he started seeing red. "Well, you don't have to worry about

her

right now. After this weekend, you won't think about her ever again!"

The boys looked at each other quizzically.

"Uh, why not?" Tom asked.

They were not ready for the revelation just then, so I scrambled to offer anything other than the truth. "Well, er-- we're going to have so much fun that you won't care about some silly little bitch who broke your heart!"

Luke chortled. "Damn, Auntie Deb! You got claws today!"

I made a scratching motion with my nails, swiping at the air. "Nobody hurts my baby and gets away with it. Now, hurry up and get in the car!"

The boys packed their luggage into the trunk, then climbed into the backseat. Since I was a bit shorter than my sister, Tom knew to sit behind me so that he would get extra leg room. It was not our first trip together -- but if all went to plan, I knew that it would surely be the most memorable.

I played music that I knew Tom would like in an effort to keep his mind off of the girl that had been dumb enough to let him go.

It took half an hour or so for him to come to come out of his funk. Once he did, I was reminded of the charming young man I had raised. When I heard him start playfully arguing with Luke in the backseat, I knew he was back to his normal self.

We drove for another hour, leaving the city behind for the open highway. It eventually morphed into long, winding back roads - a sign of how close we were getting to the cottage. The apartment complexes and subdivisions that had once flanked us gave way to trees and large, towering rocks -- some of which were the size of a small house.

After passing a dozen or so smoke shops -- each one advertising cheaper cigarettes than the last -- we turned down a dirt road which led to our cottage's driveway. It was a bit out of the way, but we liked that.

The driveway was shrouded in lofty trees whose leaves shielded us from the sunlight. With that canopy covering us, there was no breeze to alleviate the warmth that surrounded us as we unpacked the car.

We carried all of our belongings into the cottage and settled in. The mommies stocked the fridge with everything from meat and cheese to various types of beers. The boys half-heartedly helped load snacks into the cupboard, but it was clear that they wanted to be outside in the sun.

Although I was confident that Tom - and, based on the stories from my sister, Luke as well - would be on board with our plan, I wanted to be

absolutely

sure. I figured that I could have a bit of fun while doing so: two birds, one stone.

I suggested to the boys that they to go wait for us down by the dock with a couple of towels and their swimsuits, promising that we would join them shortly. Tom insisted on continuing to help us unpack, but Luke was quick to pull him out of the cottage before the offer had fully left my lips.

"Just go get comfortable," I insisted to my son before his cousin dragged him out the door. The two of them descended the flight of wooden stairs that lead to the dock faster than I could blink.

Cleo closed the fridge behind me. "What was that about? We could use the extra hands."

I turned to her, my eagerness revealed by the impossibly large grin plastered on my face. "We can do it later. I think it's time we put our new bikinis on."

Her face lit up and she clapped her hands excitedly. "Yes! Deb, you're a genius! I can't wait to see the look on their faces!" Suddenly, the responsibility of stocking the fridge became entirely unimportant in lieu of a secret fashion show.

The swimsuits in question had been purchased specifically for that weekend, and they did not look anything like the rest of the one-pieces in my wardrobe at home. I had selected a red number just for Tom's enjoyment; it was his favorite color, after all.

Cleo had similarly picked out a bright blue suit to tantalize her own boy. The idea of slipping into them filled us with giddy excitement, so we rushed into our respective bedrooms to get changed.

I emerged first, and used the extra time to admire myself in the bathroom mirror. I had tried on the suit once at home already, but wearing it that day felt completely different.

Its cups were hardly doing their job, and left more than half of my gigantic, cream-colored globes uncovered. They should have sat comfortably within the cups, like a hammock for them to rest in. Instead, they were held in place only by the string around my neck and the sheer tightness with which I secured the garment to my body. Such tension made the massive mounds bulge out and ooze around the edges, straining to burst from their restrictive prison. One wrong move, and both of them would come spilling out of any crack that they could find.

Cleo opened her door and stepped out to catch me checking myself out. "Vanity, thy name is Deborah."

I rolled my eyes. "Come and stand next to me."

She joined me in the bathroom so that both of our scantily clad reflections were framed by the mirror. Cleo looked fantastic, too. She was a few inches taller, and more slender as a result. Her bikini was showing off all the time she spent in the gym toning her stomach,

Thanks to our mother's genes, she'd also been gifted with a pair of "well-above-average" boobs, though her suit did a slightly better job of securing them. There was no disputing that I had her beat in the titty department.

The trade-off, which she would frequently rub in my face, was a bubble butt that gave her lower body the shape of a succulent pear. On more than one occasion, I had seen her knock things off tables from turning around too quickly. She would often joke that she could wedge her entire arm between her cheeks until just her elbow was sticking out, though I had never seen her perform said party trick.

Look at the way her butt swallowed up her bikini bottoms!

I thought, realizing that it hadn't actually been a joke. I literally could not see what I assumed was a thin strip of blue fabric attaching the bottoms' waistband to their crotch.

If we had been anywhere but the privacy of our cottage, our outfits would have never made the cut. Since we were intent on triggering the switches in our son's brains that made them irreversibly horny, they were a necessity.

Someone opened the door to the screened-in porch. That telltale noise was followed by footsteps approaching the sliding glass door that connected said porch to the main cottage, where Cleo and I were still drooling over our new wardrobe.

Tom stepped inside and scanned the counter in search of something. We waited patiently for him to notice us, staying quiet so that he would stumble upon our big surprises naturally.

"Mom, have you seen my sunglasses?" he asked, too distracted to notice the half-naked mommies waiting to be discovered.

"I don't know, sweetheart," I called out in a seductive coo. "Have you looked for them over

here?"

Tom performed a cinematically perfect double take, fluctuating between us and the kitchen before the gears in his head started to turn. With a jaw that hung down to the floor, he swung his head back to us and stared. "Why are... w-what are you wearing?"

Rather than answer him, I laid a hand on my sister's shoulder. "Tommy and I will bring the snacks down, Cleo. Why don't

you

head down and talk to Luke for a minute?"

She winked at me. "Great idea. Don't take

too

long."

Tom watched her walk out onto the porch, his eyes glued to her while she descended the wooden staircase that led to the dock.

I cleared my throat to call his attention back to me. "Do you like my suit, sweetheart?"

The poor boy was a deer in headlights. "Y-yeah, I guess. It's really... um..." Tom trailed off, his mind helplessly adrift the very second I started jiggling my tits back and forth in my hands, acting as though I were weighing melons at the grocery store.

They wobbled in my palms, putting him in a deep trance. I turned around and stuck out my ass, arching my back to accentuate its curve. "You don't think it's too small for me? What about the back side?"

"It's... wow."

"I was afraid it might be too tiny. Just tell me if-- oh, I know! One second, honey." I bent over even further, folding my arms on the counter so I could bring my head level with my waist. "If I bend over like

this

, can you see Mommy's pussy?"

Tom was too stunned to move a muscle. Even the ones in his jaw struggled to function. "M-mommy's

what?"

"Did you hear what I said, sweetheart?"

"Your... pu-- er, pussy?"

I craned my neck to peek over my shoulder and winked at him. "Is something wrong?"

He swallowed the lump in his throat. "I've never seen you wear something like this."

I stood up straight and rolled my shoulder as though I had been simply stretching, rather than showing off. "Well, if you're a good boy and help me carry the snacks downstairs, maybe you'll get to see me wearing

less

."

Tom was both stunned and speechless. I walked past him and out the door, pretending I had not said anything out of the ordinary.

I loaded a few beers and suntan lotion into a small cooler that we had left on the counter. Eventually, Tom snapped out of his stupor and grabbed a couple of bags of chips and pretzels. I left the cottage first, and he came slogging behind me like a zombie. I felt his captivated stare burning holes into me for the entire traipse down to the dock, where Cleo was already flirting with her own bug-eyed boy.

It seemed neither of them could believe how aggressively sexual we were being, and I could not blame them. Based on how Luke was already letting his mom sit in his lap -- something I had never seen them do before -- I figured that he was enjoying the show as much as Tom was.

I slumped into the red, wooden chair on the dock next to Luke and Cleo. Within seconds, Tom was obediently serving us refreshments from the tiny cooler. There were still two chairs left unoccupied next to us, but Cleo seemed comfortable with her spot. Tom, on the other hand, was standing around awkwardly - fearfully, even, as though he were waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Cleo sat sideways in her son-as-chair with her toes resting right next to my elbow. She poked me with them, and shot me a glance over the top of her sunglasses. I gave her a nod; the game was on.

"Sweetheart," I called to Tom with an enchanting tone, "can you come rub some lotion on my shoulders? The sun is awfully hot."

He lumbered behind me and grabbed the bottle. I sat up straight so that he could reach my shoulders, and lifted my flowing blonde hair out of the way. I found it adorable how violently his hands shook; he must have been incredibly anxious. Some women may have been put off by that nervousness, but I considered it the highest of compliments.

"Let me move this darn string out of your way." I referred to the knot that was somehow managing to keep my breasts from exploding out of the taut bikini top, in defiance of at least one of the laws of physics.

Rather than move it out of his way, as he likely expected me to do, I pinched one end of the string and pulled it until it loosened. It came undone instantly, thanks in part to the weight of my breasts pulling it forward with the sudden release of tension. My cumbersome tits fell free from their loose-fitting cover and slapped against my belly with a resounding smack.

I threw the bikini top onto the dock, then sat back in my chair. I casually soaked in the warmth of the sun while my exposed breasts soaked in the eager, unwavering stare of our two boys.

Tom took a deep breath. "Mom? Your boobs..."

I flashed my son a warm smile. "I know, honey. Do you like them?"

Luke shuffled in his seat, equally fascinated by my nudity. He was fixated on my breasts, but did not dare speak in case it ruined a serendipitous windfall.

Tom could not hold back his curiosity any longer, and finally cracked under the pressure of my methodical teasing. "What the hell is going on?" It was quite an assertive stance for one to take while gawking at their mother's tits.

I had planned for that moment. I tugged on Tom's hand, pulling him in front of me so that I could look him in the eyes.

He took a seat in the chair opposite me, which was a smart choice given that his trembling legs were poised to buckle at any moment. I wagered that if anything would do it, it would be the grand revelation of what I had in store for him.

"I'll make you a deal. I'll tell you the whole story, as long as you promise not to interrupt. When I'm done, all you need to say is yes, or no. Okay?"

Tom nodded.

Cleo combed her fingers through Luke's hair and kissed the side of his head. "You too listen too, muffin. This is for both of you."

Luke could not even muster the fortitude to nod, but he looked to me like he wanted to know.