A few days later, Laura wanted to go and visit mom. During our last session with doctor Carmichael, I had casually mentioned how important my relationship with my mother was -- off course I hadn't given any of the incestuous details -- which had prompted the doc to propose that the three of us spent some time together. Fully on board, Laura cleared her schedule for the following Sunday.
When we rang the doorbell -- even though I had called in advance to inform mom about Laura tagging along -- part of me was worried that mom would come to the door stark naked, wearing nothing but a gag ball. Fortunately she didn't. She greeted us affectionately, acting as if she hadn't seen me in weeks. While we exchanged some pleasantries, Laura took off her long black overcoat and sat down on the couch with me, while mom made some tea and put out a tray of freshly baked cookies.
Our therapist had suggested a few topics of discussion, which Laura methodically brought up one by one. The three of us talked for about an hour, until my girlfriend excused herself to go to the bathroom. I couldn't help myself but look at her ass as she left the room. She looked awesome in her black pencil skirt, white blouse and black, high heels.
As soon as Laura had left the room, mom surprised me by asking, "Wanna fuck me?"
"Mom," I said mockingly, "Maybe you haven't noticed her, but Laura is in the house!"
"Just a couple of pumps!" mom whispered, ignoring my quip.
"Mom, noo..."
"Want me to suck your cock for a minute?"
"No!"
"Handjob?"
"No mom, I'm fine," I whispered, not believing the conversation I was having.
After a few seconds of silence, just when I thought she'd gotten the message, she looked at me again and asked, "Wanna lick my twat?"
"What?" I asked, shocked. This was, without a doubt, the last thing I had expected her to ask.
Mom leaned in a bit closer and then spoke, extremely slowly, as if I was an idiot, over pronouncing every word, "DO... YOU... WANT... TO... LICK... MY... CUNT?"
Out of reflex, I looked up her skirt, catching just a glimpse of her panties.
When she noticed what I was doing, she opened her legs a little more and asked, "Well, do you?"
I hesitated. Why did I hesitate? Why didn't I just say no?
Before I could answer mom's question, Laura came back in.
Mom got up immediately and said, "Come into the kitchen, I'll give it to you!"
"Give you what?" Laura asked, as she strolled over to the couch and sat back down.
"Oh, uh... nothing... mom uh... just mentioned that her dish washer is acting up," I stammered, as I glanced at mom as she walked into the kitchen
"I didn't know you could fix dish washers," Laura said. I assumed she was trying to give me a compliment of sorts.
I didn't reply. Instead I kept my eye on mom, who had swiftly taken off her skirt behind the half wall -- separating the open kitchen from the living room -- and was now holding it up for me to see. As my girlfriend was sitting with her back to the kitchen, she was unaware of mom's indiscretion.
"Well, go and take a look then," Laura said, reaching in her purse for her smartphone. I got up and started walking towards the kitchen, only to see mom already holding and waving her black panties around -- which meant she was now standing there in her bare cunt.
"I'll be right back," I whispered absentmindedly. Luckily, Laura was already too caught up with reading her email to notice my hard on. I walked up to mom, who, in the meantime had taken off her blouse and was now only wearing a black bra. As soon as I was within reach, she abruptly pushed me down on my knees. While she put her right foot up on the kitchen counter behind me -- completely spreading herself open -- she shoved my face against her pussy.
Crazy with incestuous lust, I began licking and munching on her twat, as I took out my fat cock and started pumping it. This was very exhilarating, but also very dangerous. Laura only had to stand up and take a few steps to catch us in the act. After a minute or two, mom suddenly reached into one of the nearby drawers and pulled out a big flesh-colored dildo. A strange item to have lying around in the kitchen, I thought, as I glanced up at her.
While I kept licking her juicy twat, she put the dildo in her mouth and started sucking it, really banging her mouth with it, roughly. God, that was quite the sight! My dick twitched in my right hand, and judging from the increasing wetness of her twat, she liked what she was doing herself. Then, she surprised me by suddenly squatting down, bringing her face in front of mine and presenting the dildo to me, the huge, wet tip almost touching my lips.
Instinctively, I moved my head back a little, as my cock deflated just a tad.
"Come on," she whispered.
"No," I replied, stunned that she would even propose this.
"Please, I really want to see you do it," she whispered, leaning in a little closer, almost begging.
I thought for a few seconds, then said, "What's in it for me?"
She thought for a few seconds, realizing she would have to come up with something extra sleazy.
Then, suddenly, it hit her. She grinned as she put her mouth right next to my ear and whispered, "If you do this for me, I'll let you fuck me up my ass."
"Deal," I replied, quick as a flash, figuring it was a small price to pay for getting a chance at her ass. I turned my head and swallowed the tip of her toy. Meanwhile, I kept tugging my own, considerably smaller dick. Mom smiled and watched me blow the dildo from up close.
After a minute or so, she pulled it out and put it back in her own mouth. After sucking my saliva off the monster dick, she presented it back to me. We kept taking turns, sucking the plastic cock, for several more minutes. Then, mom did something even more slutty and brought the dildo down to her cunt and gently slipped the wet tip into her even wetter snatch, and started fucking herself with it. Slowly and silently at first, but the hornier and raunchier she was, the less careful she became.
It wasn't long before squishing sounds were echoing through the room. Although I was worried that Laura might become suspicious of the noises, I didn't stop jacking off. I knew we were taking a pretty big risk here. Mom grew even bolder, and really started ramming the dildo in and out of soaked twat, producing an even louder and more frequent squishing sounds.
"Jeez, is that the dish washer?" Laura asked, finally picking up on the noises.
"Uh yeah," I replied, my hand a blur over my fat cock. Laura's ignorant and absurd question really sent mom over the top and she started convulsing right in front of me.
As her cunt started squirting onto the floor in between us, Laura said, "Sounds to me like it's clogged or something..."
This --unintentionally demeaning -- remark caused mom to convulse even harder. Her face contorted with pleasure, and her eyes clenched shut, while her mouth opened wide in disbelief. With the sleaziest of smiles on her face, her body shuddered in orgasmic bliss. Seeing mom climax like that, was enough to make me cum as well.
I rose to my feet, and quickly glanced over at the living room couch. I was relieved to see that my girlfriend hadn't moved an inch from her last known position.
"Yeah, I think it just needs a little lube!" I said, building on Laura's previous comment. With that, I brought my throbbing cock to mom's face and started dumping my load all over it. Mom, surprised by this unexpected, and lewd, turn of events, began convulsing even more violently.
She really seemed to get off on the fact that I was giving her a gooey, disgusting facial, right in the middle of her orgasm. Not to brag or anything, but it was a colossal amount! I covered her entire face from chin to forehead and from ear to ear. Luckily, mom loved every filthy drop of it. During my ejaculation, I glanced over at the living room twice, just to verify that Laura was still oblivious. Not that I could have reacted in a timely fashion, if Laura had decided to get up... I guess it was just for my peace of mind.
I zipped up, took a good long look at mom's plastered face and gave her a little pat on the shoulder, then headed back to the living room. While Laura kept fidgeting with her cell phone, I tried to catch glimpses of mom, cleaning and rinsing off her face, and putting her clothes back on. When mom did finally join us, we had another nice, relaxed conversation.
About forty-five minutes later, Laura got a call on her cell phone.
After looking at the number, she looked at mom apologetically and said, "It's my boss, I've got to take this."
"Sure, go ahead, no problem," mom said, sipping from her coffee. Laura got up and walked over to the far side of the living room as she started talking on her phone.
It was then that mom surprised me, again.
"Ready to fuck my ass?" she asked unembarrassed, speaking at a normal volume, even though my girlfriend was right there in the room with us.
"What the fuck?" I mouthed as I glanced over at my girlfriend.
"Don't you remember?" she continued, "I made you suck that dildo in return for fucking me up..."
"Yes yes," I interrupted her, hissing and signaling her to shut up.
Amused by my uneasiness, mom grinned and got up. I followed her into the kitchen, then into the hallway. There, mom unlocked and opened the basement door, and walked down the stairs. The basement consisted of two rooms, the largest of which contained a washing machine and a dryer. She walked into the latter room, turned towards me and started peeling off every piece of clothing she had on. Her blouse, skirt, bra, panties... even her slippers.
I gawked at her naked body, again, and stammered, "What... what about Laura?"
"No way she's coming down here in those high heels of hers, relax... and fuck mommy up the butt!" she whispered. Then, she walked over to the washer, kneeled down in front of it and put her head into the drum, sticking her ass out. God, she was such a fucking slut! I didn't waste any time and got down on my knees behind her. I gently nudged my tip against her ass hole and put my hands on her lower back.
"Be gentle," she hissed, clearly horny.
I glanced down and carefully spat on my dick, and wriggled it around for a bit, lubing her up, before gently and very slowly pushing my dick in her ass. Mom grunted and braced herself. I pulled my cock out, spat on it again and nudged it back in. This time it went in considerably smoother. After doing it a third time, I was able to stuff most of my dick in, and get some kind of rhythm going.
Mom, although clearly in some mild discomfort, never moaned or complained, not once. She just put her hands flat on both sides of the washing machine and took my thrusts like a true slut. As long as she didn't complain, I kept fucking her harder and deeper, occasionally banging the machine against the wall.
After a few minutes, I suddenly heard Laura's voice calling out for us, from the top of the basement stairs, "You guys down here?"
I panicked, and instinctively started pulling back, but mom was quick to take her right hand off of the machine and grab my ass, instructing me not to stop.
"Yeah, the washer's acting up too," mom yelled with a distorted voice, "We're almost done!"
"No problem, take your time," Laura replied, as we heard her walk away.
"You're [moan] such [moan] a [moan] fucking [moan] cunt!" I whispered as I unloaded my balls deep into mom's asshole. She giggled, amused, and patiently waited for me to finish up. I pulled out and got up, stumbling, as I looked down at her, not believing what we had done... again! I stuffed my cock back in my boxers and buttoned up my pants, only to realize that mom wasn't moving. She was still on her knees, her head only half out of the drum, looking over her shoulder at me, smiling.
