Kyle and Josh were waiting at the shaded picnic table that served as their usual meeting spot when they all came to this park. Josh had taken off his shirt and was wiping the sweat from his chest and face. He decided to combine this meeting with a moderately long run and had arrived just a bit after Kyle. Not being one for long runs in the heat, Kyle had ridden his bicycle over. It now rested against the large thick oak that provided nice shade for the spot. Kyle passed a large bottle of water over to Josh who downed most of it on the spot, trying to replenish his lost fluids. Kyle took a few swallows from his own bottle meaning to save some of it for the ride home. Both their mothers waited at home and while both of them wanted to get back sooner rather than later, it had become a routine that they should meet on Saturday afternoons here in the park just to talk about things. Mostly they conversed about topics that none of them wanted their families to hear. Girls were always at the top of the list but new music, upcoming events such as concerts or parties, how things were going to go once they were all at college and, usually, back to girls again were generally how these meetings went.
One topic that was in the mix was Robbie's claim that he was fucking his own mother. Neither Kyle nor Josh had confessed that they, too, were doing the same thing and so, for now, they listened to Robbie, who seemed to have no problem sharing the details about his own taboo sex life. Kyle and Josh had not come forth with their incestuous relationships because both of them thought, without a doubt, that Robbie would somehow use it to gain leverage over them and, most likely, try and get the three sons and their mothers all involved in some swap meet where mothers and sons would swap partners until all of them were fucking each other. For himself, Kyle had no intention of letting Robbie or Josh, for that matter, fuck his mother. Unknown to Kyle, Josh felt the same way and so they both were silent for now.
Kyle pointed across the park. "Here he comes," he said.
Josh looked and saw Robbie walking towards them. He was wearing a skimpy tank top and running shorts that showed off his muscular frame, on purpose of course. As Robbie walked into the shade he looked at Josh then a broad grin broke out across his face.
"Fuck you Robot," said Josh before Robbie could say a word.
"What? What did I do?" answered Robbie, his grin growing even wider.
"Just shut up. And by the way, fuck you," said Josh.
"What's going on?" asked Kyle.
"Nothing," said Josh. He paused for a bit before following up. "This asshole pranked me is all."
Kyle looked back and forth from Josh to the still grinning Robbie. "What did he do?"
"Nothing, he's just a tool," said Josh.
"I got him to hit on his mom," said Robbie, still grinning.
"Shut up dickhead," replied Josh.
Kyle's heart rate quickened a bit at this news. Was it possible that Josh and his mom were having taboo sex like he was with his own mother? He wanted to know more but hesitated asking, worried that he might reveal his own secret.
"I can't believe you fell for it, dude," said Robbie.
"I can't believe you're banging your own mom. Your mom! That's just sick dude," retorted Josh.
"Dude, I'm not doing my mom. I just said that to see if you would go for it, you know and you totally did, man, totally."
"So the whole thing was just a big prank then?" asked Josh.
"Yeah and you fell for it," grinned Robbie.
"Wait, you told him you were doing your mom and got him to try it with his mom? You are sick, dude," said Kyle, his heart slowing down a bit.
None of them spoke for a moment until Robbie broke the silence.
"So, how did it go?" he asked Josh.
"How do you think it went? I don't think I can ever even hug my mom again without her thinking I'm weird."
"So, nothing happened?" asked Robbie, looking for final confirmation.
"Of course nothing happened, dickhead."
Kyle felt it was time to get involved in the conversation before his two friends started throwing punches. "Robbie, dude, that was over the line. That's not something you pull on a friend, that's just sick and you know it." Kyle tried and make his words sound convincing which was hard since, after he left his friends, he was going home to fuck his own mother.
"Yeah," added Josh.
Robbie's grin faded. He gave Josh a light punch in the shoulder. "I'm sorry dude. You're right, that was over the line. It didn't mess things up with you and your mom too much did it?"
"I don't think so." In fact Robbie's prank had opened a whole new and exciting relationship with his mother Lynne.
"OK. So, we're cool then?" asked Robbie.
"Yeah, we're cool. Forget about it. Just don't try something like that again."
"Oh I'm totally going to try and prank you again. It just won't be anything to do with your mom so look out," said Robbie, his wide grin flashing once more.
Josh smiled and gave his friend a light punch in his arm. All was forgiven now, mostly forgiven anyway. Josh thought that he might not absolved Robbie so easily if his prank had not led to regular hot sex with his own mom. But since Josh was now sharing a bed with his mom on a nightly basis he was more inclined to forgive Robbie, without sharing that particular fact with him.
The boys soon shifted into their usual topics starting with girls of course. Neither Josh nor Kyle had any new conquests to report since both of them were too busy pleasuring their mothers to go out and chase girls their own ages. They spoke, instead, of past sexual partners going into great detail on every aspect down to where it had occurred and for how long and how much danger there was of being caught All in all it was typical conversation for horny 18 year old boys. After going through sports and new music the boys bid each other goodbye and headed home. Josh loosened up a bit before jogging off while Kyle pedaled his bike home. Robbie walked back to his car, dreading what was going to happen when he got home.
He drove back to his house in silence, his mood darkening as he got closer. The wide grin that was his trademark was gone, replaced by an anxious look of uncertainty. He arrived home and stayed in his car for a little while as if he were undecided about going in or driving off. After a couple of minutes of contemplation he got out of his car and headed to the front door. He looked inside the garage, dismayed to see that his father's car was gone for that meant it would just be his mom, Sue, and him all alone.
Robbie walked in and looked around the large front living room. It was quiet except for the hum of the ceiling fan. He turned to head upstairs but stopped when he heard his mom's voice come from the kitchen.
"Robbie is that you?" Sue called. Robbie could clearly hear the slight slur in her voice. She had been drinking again but then she drank pretty much all the time these days.
"Yeah," he answered.
"Come in here a minute."
Robbie took in a deep breath and walked into the kitchen. She was leaning against the kitchen island that contained the stove and some cabinets. She held a large plastic cup filled, most likely with vodka and orange juice, heavy on the vodka. Next to her, balanced in an ashtray, a freshly lit cigarette wafted smoke up to the ceiling where another fan dissipated it into the air. Her long bleached blonde hair hung loosely on the sides of her face and a sly smile slowly grew from her red lips as she watched Robbie come into the room. She wore one of her bathing suits, not the damned, new, skimpy one that had started this whole thing, but a dark purple two-piece that, while larger, still allowed her large, silicon enhanced tits to bulge creating major cleavage. Along with the bathing suit she wore a light, gauzy, white, long sleeved blouse with the front open that served no other purpose than being a fashion accessory. She took a drag off her cigarette and eyed her son much like a female lion would look at a potential meal.
"Your dad won't be home for hours," she purred.
Robbie looked down at the floor for a second before answering "Mom, please not again," he said.
Sue smiled at her son. "Oh come on you know you want it as much as I do. It's not like we haven't done it before. Eight times before by my count but who's counting."
"I know how many times we've done it. That doesn't make it right. We need to stop this before it gets out of hand."
