Tits Are For Sucking -- Part Six
Our hero, Neil, dives into an exhausting weekend with best friend Mike and his mother.
But then comes a big surprise.
Author's note -- this story contains scenes of homosexual activity.
All participants in this story are of legal age.
Check out the previous five chapters for backstory and more fun!
Greetings, Literotica readers! My name is Neil, a young man on his way to college, but still living at home with my single mother for the time being. My best friend -- and now lover - is Mike. Mike's situation is almost identical to mine. He's also preparing for college and lives at home with his widowed mother, Mrs. Arden.
Recent days have been a crazy ride of incest, lust, love and discovery, replete with copious (and exhausting) sex. Needless to say, I've been getting more than my fill. For those readers just joining me, I strongly recommend reading the previous five chapters. Otherwise, let me recap.
A week or so back, I discovered the joys of fucking my mother. She was hesitant and guilt-ridden at first, but her rules and restrictions quickly fell away as passion overtook us. Mom taught me the finer points of pleasuring a woman, plus I discovered some of her kinks.
I'd already been fooling around with Mike as we tried to satiate each other's roiling sexual desires. And yes, we tried and tried, sucking, fucking, and doing anything else we could to exhaust ourselves to completion.
The next step was during one of my frequent visits to Mike's house. As mentioned, he still lived with his mother. That sly dog, Mike arranged for me to secretly watch a sexual encounter between him and his mother, and what a show it was! I discovered Mrs. Arden was lactating, so not only did they fuck, Mike drained his mother's breasts of their milk.
Shortly after, Mike and his mother invited me over for the weekend. The invite seemed innocent enough, a throwback to our younger days when we had regular sleepovers, but I knew there was more to it. The moment Mrs. Arden opened the front door in her scanty attire, in conjunction with Mike's near-nudity, confirmed we were going to have a wild weekend.
And that's where we pick up with my story...
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Anticipation and arousal more than apprehension filled my insides as I started stripping down in front of Mike. Mrs. Arden puttered about the kitchen, preparing a meal, while I folded my jeans, placing them on a chair against the opposite wall.
"Getting better." My best friend eyed me as I pulled off my shirt, draping it over the chair back. The cool, conditioned air caressed my newly-exposed flesh, making my nipples pucker into hard points. My body trembling, I felt like I was on display for all to see, because I was.
"Much better," he smiled. His cock looked like it was about to explode from his tighty whities. The fabric was stretched so thin, I could see the outline of his glans, and was that a spot of pre-come dotting the brilliant white?
"Come here," he beckoned.
I slid up beside him on the sofa, our skin touching. I shuddered with arousal as he slipped his leg over mine. My cock throbbed uncomfortably, needing relief, as my made my own tentpole.
"This is how it should be, lover." He rubbed my thigh, leaning over to kiss me on the mouth. I hesitated.
"Don't worry," Mike whispered against my lips. "Mom's okay with this."
The realization that we could make out in front of his mother made me gasp. Although I expected this would most likely be the case anyway, hearing him say it made a lump form in my throat. I could hardly swallow, I was so worked up.
Our mouths pressed together as we lashed tongues for a delicious moment. God, I wanted to get naked and put my mouth all over him, to fuck right there and then, but managed to control myself. We sat there, watching television, touching and rubbing each other until Mrs. Arden returned from the kitchen.
"Soup's on!" she announced, carrying a casserole dish. Spotting two near-naked figures lounging on the sofa, their cocks begging to be set free, she chuckled, but made no comment. "Honey," she said to her son, "Get the rolls and veggies for us, please."
"Yes, Mom," he obeyed, leaping from the sofa and disappearing through the swinging door into the kitchen.
"Come to the table, love," Mrs. Arden beckoned me, her robe fully open so I could behold her full, luscious breasts, barely concealed by the almost non-existent nightie.
Painfully aware of how exposed I was, I hesitated to leave the partial concealment of the sofa and close the gap between us. I knew what was to come, no pun intended, but still had trouble wrapping my brain around it, to get into the groove of things. Sex with Mike had become almost routine, but Mrs. Arden? She sensed my shyness.
"Don't be afraid, Neil," she smiled. "We're all family here."
My erection pointed the way as I pressed my feet against the rug. There was no doubt to either one of us that I was fully aroused. Mrs. Arden glanced down at my affliction and chuckled again, shaking her head.
"Oh, poor thing," she said. "Get over here and grab a plate before this gets cold."
I perched on a chair opposite her as Mike returned from the kitchen with a basket of fresh garlic bread and a bowl of string beans. The tuna casserole looked and smelled wonderful, glistening from a yellow, flowered baking dish.
"Dig in!" Mrs. Arden commanded, and we did.
We ate mostly in silence. Mike smiled that Cheshire Cat smile of his while I tried to make small talk, but the overwhelming presence of scantily clad female breasts only a few feet away, plus my near-nakedness, quelled any semblance of coherent thought.
Still, the meal was delicious.
"Great dinner, as always," Mike smiled.
"Yeah, Mrs. Arden," I added. "Thanks a million!"
"My pleasure," she grinned.
As we cleared the table, I wondered what would happen next. I was about to find out.
"How about dessert, Mom?"
"Dessert?" Mrs. Arden looked quizzically at her son.
"Yeah," he said, a mischievous gleam in his eye. "You know."
She arched her eyebrow, pausing for a moment, then responded.
"Oh, yes," she nodded her head, looking at me, then back at Mike. "How could I forget?"
She blushed. Something was afoot.
"Let's get everything put away first." Her eyes shifted back and forth between her son and me as she stretched plastic wrap across the serving dishes, her face carrying the hint of a smirk.
With dishes washed and leftovers ensconced in the fridge, dutifully helped by her son and his best friend, Mrs. Arden dried her hands on a fluffy, lavender-colored dishtowel and shut off the kitchen light.
"Shall we retire to the bedroom?" She asked, her face emanating pure mischief.
