John and his mother continued to work on the renovations to the third floor after Paul and Chantal left. The two by four walls for the large walk in clothes closet and the bathroom took shape. John almost forgot that he had to leave room in the bathroom wall to move the old tub into place. The cast iron tub was far too heavy for him and his mom to lift. They quit for the day going to the kitchen, John to get on the phone to order materials such as plywood, drywall, tape, compound, screws as well as oak trim. His mother began to prepare supper as he called electricians and plumbers to get estimates on the new pluming and wiring he would need. He realized that a steady troop of trades' people would be in and out of his doors the next few days. He finally phoned Mia and asked if once more the gang of six could come over to help him move the tub. Mia assured him that the girls would be more than happy to help and would be over sometime the following morning. Her voice sultry when she made the suggestion that maybe they could help him in other ways. He didn't mind. He had enjoyed those girls immensely, and hoped to again. His mother slid a roast into the oven surrounded with carrots and potatoes as he finished his calls. She turned to him and smiled with love before sliding her arms around his neck and kissing him with the passion they held for each other, still mother and son, yet more, now lovers so deeply enthralled with one another that only a simple touch brought fire to each other's loins. Finally his mother broke the kiss and said "John, we should go have a shower the meal won't be ready for an hour or so, and we've been working all day."
John was so delighted with that idea that he grabbed her hand and almost ran up the spiraling staircase on the way to the showers. The old wooden chair now held a stack of about twenty clean and dried towels, which stood waiting for all users. They stripped and when seeing each other's charms began to kiss and caress, fondling each other with the sexual love that continued to grow between them. He loved the feel of her well-toned ass beneath his hands, the shape of her hips, the fullness of her breasts, and above all the warm silky wetness of her highly aroused pussy. His fingers split the swollen red lips taking moisture and he sucked them into his mouth sampling her sexy dew. His mother finally went to her knees and for a brief few moments tenderly kissed, licked and sucked his hardened cock before regaining her feet and kissing him again. They organized two showerheads so they could stand between them and began to soap each other, first just backs but after awhile it was more buttocks and loins. Using soapy, sliding, slippery hands, their caresses continued, mouths joined, tongues entwined. John slipped a soapy finger into her anus, forcing her pelvis forward against his, his cock slid between her legs. Jane broke their kiss. "Tonight," she said her hand stroking his cheek, "we'll have lots of time tonight, just kisses now I want tonight to be special. Is Phoebe coming over?"
"I haven't invited her," he replied. "Would you like me to?"
"Perhaps you should, we both love her and she adds even more passion to our love."
Their caresses and kisses continued, washing forgotten as the warmth of the water added a gentle dimension to their cuddled embraces, until John realized the time was gone. Reluctantly he turned off the water and handed his mom a towel before taking one for himself. He enjoyed watching her dry herself. The way her boobs moved as she dried them, how she spread her legs to dry her hairy pussy, the way she positioned so she could dry between her round firm buttocks, all was a study in beautiful motion. They dressed in the clothes they had worn that day but both decided that the under clothes were too sweaty to be worn again. So each wore only shirt and jeans, his mother's breasts, unconstrained, swayed wondrously under the thin material of her top. When they arrived back in the kitchen, John went to the phone to call Phoebe.
Was it a quirk of fate or the manipulations of the house, but when his hand reached for the phone it began to ring? He answered it! It was Phoebe asking if his mother and he would like to come over for the evening. He replied that they had been just thinking about her and wanted her to come for the night. He did not prevaricate; he made his intent clear as he asked her to come both for the meal but also for the night. She couldn't help herself as her pussy creamed her panties, she knew that it entailed not just him but the mother who had given him birth. Phoebe worshiped the pussy that had given him life not yet knowing that her own pussy would bear him children. She gave him the only answer she could, that she would be there as quickly as she could. Satisfied John hung up the phone realizing only then how uptight he had been worried that her answer may be no. His mother saw the look in his eye and kissed him knowing his worries were not brought on by fact but fears that his Phoebe didn't love him as much as he loved her. His mother knew his fears were groundless having been already embroiled in Phoebe's fierce love of her son. Jane turned and opened one of the ovens to check the roast sticking a fork in the potatoes to see if they were done. All John could see was her gorgeous ass as she bent, wanting to drive his prick deep. He restrained himself on her promise of tonight. Looking forward to Phoebe's arrival knowing her love would add another dimension to the love that flowed between him and his mother.
"I wish Phoebe would hurry up," his mother said, "this roast is ready and the potatoes will be over cooked if we wait too much longer." Just then, the doorbell rang and in walked Phoebe a bottle of wine in her hand. Gift still in hand she kissed John grinding her pelvis against his before she turned to his mother and kissed her passionately as well, this time making sure that breast was against breast as she hugged her tight. Jane broke the kiss and said with a laugh, "Settle down Phoebe, we eat first then get to that."
Phoebe replied, "I think we should eat each other right now." However, she handed the bottle to John and asked, "Would you open that for us John?" She then turned to his mother and asked if there was anything, she could do to help.
"No, just sit down and I'll put the food on the table," Jane replied. Soon all were enjoying the pot roast with the occasional sip of wine. There was not much conversation because they all wanted to get through the meal and move on to other things. Phoebe did ask, however, whether her friends Paul and Chantal had dropped by. She explained upon hearing that the couple had, that they could not be a couple because he was far too old for her and she was just newly married. John and his mother had just looked at one another and smiled before their minds returned to thoughts on hand. Each in their own way thought of the sensations that their naked bodies could trade with one another and although she hadn't mentioned it yet Phoebe had some thing on her mind, something she had read about with Cynthia in the book she had brought home from the library entitled " How to Love Your Man" . After sharing the job of dishes, they went up stairs to John's four-poster bed.
This time there was none of the immediacy that had overwhelmed them the last time they had made love. This time, as they slowly removed each other's clothes, there were pauses, to fondle, kiss, suck, or simply to visually examine and admire each other as more and more was revealed. Sometimes they would take deep inhalations of the sexual scent the two women gave off in their impassioned state. Their pussies reddened with desire. Their labia full of blood, swollen, sensitive, needy. Their dripping pussies filled the air with musk. John cock, so engorged, that each stroke of Phoebe's questing tongue sent shivers of lust up his spine as his mother's lips ravaged his own. Then the women traded places, his mother sucking on him so hard her cheeks hollowed while Phoebe's tongue gamboled with his own. They hadn't reached the bed yet. The two women turned him into the filling of a woman sandwich, his mother now kissing the back of his neck while she reached between his legs and caressed his balls sometimes playing with his anus. Phoebe still in front, her tits so hard against his chest he could feel her nipples poke at him. Her hand stroking his cock, he with a finger in her bum as the other hand played with a buttock of her magnificent ass. He wanted to bury his face in their cunts and asses and lick for hours but they were much too needy to take that kind of time.
The women needed a good hard fucking. Each wanted the other to go first, until Phoebe admitted to her depravity of the other day. She told them how much she had liked the thought of his mother's juices covering his cock as he shoved it deep into her body. The incestuous juices of a mother's loving cunt helping her fuck her son. Phoebe felt that the thought alone added spice to her horniness, but truly believed that she could feel the extra slipperiness of his mother's syrups help her fuck. When Jane heard this, she accepted that she would go first but insisted that they share as they had done one morning. Phoebe was to ride his mouth as Jane took her son's cock deep in her swollen red cunt. Phoebe was very aroused, and her pussy smelt strongly of her love, as her juices trickled down his throat while his tongue sought more. It was unbelievably satisfying to feel her son's cock fill her once more as Jane settled on to him, her cunt, hot and wet, wrapped around his cock. It filled her with a sense of belonging, but soon her hormones demanded more and she began the instinctive movement that would take his seed. Her hairy gash demanding the age-old sensations of love.
She watched Phoebe's face begin to grimace with the pains of passion. Phoebe's own hairy cunt demanding the completion that John's tongue could provide. Jane kissed Phoebe's impassioned mouth feeling Phoebe's moans of love deep in her own throat. The moans echoed by her own, both muffled by the ongoing kiss. Their cunts worked hard against their lover below them, spreading their juicy creams over his thrusting tongue and cock. They taught him their mutual love of him. Pussies hot, demanding, taking, giving, as their bodies humped and heaved above him. Heaving muscles worked their beautiful round asses. The kiss between them still held as now screams of passion rolled in each other's mouths. The explosion of orgasm burning through their bodies their tits enflamed by the fires burning in them as Jane took her son's seed, branding iron hot, filling her belly with sensation, with agony, with ecstasy. Phoebe's cunt spilling cum as her orgasm caused spastic contractions forcing her juices from her body. John sexually tormented by the women suffered the mini death that all males go through as his seed spurted from his body.
