Drifting from a deep, satisfying sleep, Donna stretched luxuriantly beneath the warm hotel blankets, her long legs reached for the foot of the bed, her arms stretched over her head. As her body awoke, her mind trailed, coming awake in jolts of emotion.
She felt the crusty remnants of dried cum tugging on her pubic hair, even as her labia slid creamily against each other with the still slippery remnants of the same fluid. As she groaned quietly, she felt the hand on her stomach, and that awakened her to the leg thrown over her own. There was a moment of puzzlement, then the first dawning of realization. The hand on her tummy, the leg over hers, the sticky semi-hard cock against her thigh, the cum splashed on her and inside her sacred hole; they all belonged to the same man, her son.
The remembrances slipping into her consciousness were not dreams. They were as real as her son's sperm swimming inside her. The love she had shared the last night had been no dream. She had stroked her son's cock to awaken him, had allowed him to peel her panties off, giving him access to his mother's pussy. He had sucked her hard nipples and licked between her thighs, between her lips, and she had felt first his tongue, and then his hard cock penetrate deep inside her.
She had shared the sacred emotion of orgasm with her only son, and had allowed him to inseminate her with his thick cream. It had all happened, it was all real, though it was almost unbelievable to her.
Donna lay silently now, not moving, and became aware of the breathing of the other couple in the room. Cindy and Greg still slept. Another mother who had spread her legs for her loving son, who had ridden his giant cock to orgasm. Another son who had enjoyed the forbidden fruits of his mother's vagina.
It was almost too much for her to wrap her mind around. How could she have gone from an average 40-year-old mother, driving her son to college, to his lover in the course of a day? To a mother who had made passionate physical love to her son in front of two other people?
As she lay there, her hand absently drifted down her taut body, pausing to caress the larger hand laying there, then farther down to investigate the evidence of her sin. She could feel the dried cum on her skin first, below her navel, then the crustiness of her bush. A long finger found the bump of her clit, and delved between her lips, still swollen from the attention they'd received. The finger was instantly coated with the slippery mix of juices, her own lubrication and her son's ejaculate.
"Oh my god," she thought. "There's so much!" Her fingers slid in deeper, opening a channel, allowing for the cream to slide from her, down between her cheeks, over her little brown hole, dripping onto the already damp sheets.
Guiltily, she brought the hand up from beneath the covers. The smell struck her quickly. Cum. The earthy scent of a man's cum. But there was more, her own salty smell. Old memories of sucking a cock freshy removed from inside her were brought to mind.
She remembered the first time, long ago, when she'd tasted herself on her finger, when she'd discovered masturbation. But she really relished the memory of sucking, for the first time, a cock that had been in her pussy.
She remembered it clearly. She had returned from the beach one afternoon to find her uncle asleep on the couch. He must have been having an enjoyable dream, his cock was so hard that it protruded from the waistband of his shorts.
Donna had begun to touch herself, slipping her hand inside her bikini bottoms, stroking her slit, when his eyes had opened. Opened and instantly widened.
As she approached him, he seemed paralyzed by shock, as though he wasn't sure if he was dreaming.
She had walked over and squeezed onto the couch next to him. She gave him a quick kiss on the lips and, before he could find his voice to protest, drooled onto her fingertip and began to trace it around the protruding head of his cock. He grasped her wrist, but she was ready with the other hand and lowered the waistband of his shorts to reveal his hard-on.
"Mmm, is this for me, Uncle Davey?" she asked in a little-girl mew, then began to stroke his cock, reaching deeper into his shorts and releasing the engorged shaft. He had reached for her then and, holding her by the hips, maneuvered her over top of him, allowing her to slip the bikini aside and align his cock with her slit.
It hadn't lasted long, both of them were hyper excited, and she came quickly, shuddering with orgasm, and collapsing onto her uncle's chest. As she kissed him, he approached his own climax, and pushed her away, down his body, until her lips found his cock. The smell of her pussy on him was unmistakable, mixed with the salty musk of her uncle. She relished licking the forbidden cock which had just left her body.
Almost as soon as she had sucked it deep into her mouth, he had exploded, filling her throat with hot cum. She held it there as he spurted more into her.
Feeling the pulses weaken, she'd pulled off with a pop, gasping for a breath. Looking down, Donna had admired the shining shaft, smeared with their juices
She had lavished the still oozing head with her lips and tongue, smearing it beneath her nose, dizzy with the rush of arousal it brought, still tasting her own juices from the hard shaft.
Was this so different? Of course it was! This cum, which she now sucked from her fingertip, was her son's. She had milked it from him with her own pulsing cunt, with no regard for societal norms or their reputations. She had used him for her own desperate needs, but she realized that his had been just as desperate.
Not only that, he had used her scent while fantasizing about her for a long while, judging from the evidence deposited in her used panties over the years.
So the radio show had just given them the push they needed.
All of this sounded logical in a way but, for god's sake, it was so totally taboo! Donna's emotions wrestled back and forth with the implications and dangers of their situation, but gradually a slight movement stole her attention from the moral aspect of lying in bed next to her naked son. His cock began to thicken against her thigh.
That small change in his physiology stole all of her attention. Next, she became very aware of his fingertips beginning to stroke her tummy. He rolled just a bit, putting more weight on her thigh, and the growth of his cock accelerated. Donna thrilled to feel the fat muscle lengthen and thicken against her.
Brad hummed against her neck as he snuggled closer to his mom. The sheet slipped beneath her left breast, and she felt strangely exposed. Her son could see her naked nipple! The smell of her perfume had him completely erect against her thigh now, and she could feel his breath on her exposed nub. Slowly it hardened in response.
In pure reflex, she rolled gently towards him, just enough. His lips brushed lightly against her nipple now, and she gasped in pleasure. The instinct to suck his mommy's nipple into his mouth was undeniable, and his tongue caressed it from beneath as it swelled between his lips.
Donna felt a bolt of pleasure course through her, even more noticeable in her pussy than her breast, and she groaned as she slid her naked flesh against her son's. When his thigh pressed higher between hers, her pussy pulsed against it, still dripping cum.
Now his hand began to drift down, teasing against her belly button before threading his fingers through the thick thatch of her messy bush. She gave him enough separation for his hand to ease down between them, and her head fell back as his fingers touched her sweet spot. One drifted between his mother's slick labia as the other two stroked on the outer portions of the plump lips. When he hooked his finger inward, her thighs raised to open her up to his penetration.
Now her baby boy began to slide his long finger inside her, tracing against the rubbery ridges leading him to her g-spot. Another groan from his mother confirmed that he's found it and he began to stroke in time with his sucking on her nipple. A second finger slipped in then and Brad began to finger fuck his mom, stroking her g-spot on one end, then teasing her clit on the other.
Any hesitation was long past now, and Donna began to fuck him back, squeaking with need as she felt the swell of arousal begin to build.
Though they didn't notice, their roommates had begun to stir as well, and Cindy lay atop her own son as the two watched Brad bring his mother closer to orgasm with his lips and fingers.
It only took a slight shift, and Greg's erect cock brushed against Cindy's slick opening. As he instinctively pressed up, seeking entry, Cindy lowered her lips to his. "Shh, honey. Just wait, just wait. Mommy will let you inside if you're a good boy. Let's just watch Brad and his mommy first." She kissed him wetly, their tongues found each other and danced their illicit dance.
Brad shifted and brought the sheet down, exposing his mother's naked body. He began to suck on her other nipple, while slowing his finger thrusts. Donna was becoming desperate, and began to grind his hand between her thighs. "Faster baby, faster! Oh make Mommy cum! That's it! OH GOD YESSSS!" Her legs straightened out and her body went rigid as she reached orgasm. She held her breath for a long pause, then released in a magnificent cry, "Yesssssssss! Oh my god Brad, baby!"
She forced him to roll onto his back and knelt above him as she kissed him fiercely. "You are such a good son!" She suddenly noticed the other couple in the room, their faces turned towards her in wonder. For a moment there was a jolt of panic, caught with her son's fingers inside her. But it faded as quickly as it appeared, as Cindy, while locking eyes with Donna, slowly lowered her dripping pussy toward her own son, his giant cock parting her petals as she slid her body over it. One long breath and their bodies met, her son completely sheathed in her little cunt.
Donna wondered how that tiny body was able to accommodate such a huge erection, but at the same time her fingertips reached to align her own son's cock with her swollen pussy. As she relaxed and allowed Brad to fill her, she smiled at Cindy. The little blonde reached across the small gap between the beds and the two mothers held hands just for a moment, each a little slippery from handling their sons' cocks.
As they withdrew, Donna didn't miss Cindy lifting her fingers to her nose. The little blonde actually blushed slightly, caught smelling her friend's secret scent mixed with that of her son. Donna smiled, and licked her own fingers, assuring the other mother of her acceptance. Another seed of desire had been planted.
The two mothers returned their hands to their respective sons' chests as they began to ride the young men, slowly angling their lower bodies forward then back, moving the cocks deep inside themselves.
Cindy suddenly giggled, "synchronous screwing!" Donna laughed in return, then noticed her son's attention on the Carol Brady clone on the other bed. Smiling, she whispered in Brad's ear. "Mrs. Taylor looks really cute naked, doesn't she? You think Carol Brady was that sweet to her sons?"
Whether it was the fact that his mom was whispering dirty thoughts to him, or more of a reaction to watching Cindy's lithe frame riding her son, Brad's cock suddenly swelled further inside his mother. Locking eyes with him, she fed on it, "Mmm, feels like your cock is kinda interested in your friend's mommy?"
"Oh god, mom. Stop, you're killing me."
