Tits Are For Sucking -- Part Seven
Mothers and sons fuck away the weekend together as all secrets are revealed.
Author's note -- this story contains scenes of homosexual activity.
All participants in this story are of legal age.
Check out the previous six chapters for a lot more backstory and fun!
Yeah, this thing has turned into novel-length proportions and you'll miss out on a lot if you don't start from the beginning.
You won't be disappointed.
Gripping the handle of a small, beige overnight case, Mom stepped into the living room as Mike and I tried to act normal. What an impossible joke, with Mike's wet, drooping cock slung across his bare thigh, and me in front of him, sitting on my heels with his fresh ejaculate dribbling down my chin.
"Mrs. Busby!" Mike gasped, eyes wide. I wasn't much different, looking like a fool, caught in the act of fellating my best friend.
"Mom, what are you doing here?" Was all I could think to say. In spite of our amazing, and exhausting, journey into the world of incest in recent days, I wasn't sure what kind of reaction Mom would have to this homoerotic tableau.
"My, my..." She smiled, a gleam of approval in her eyes. "Cat's out of the bag now."
A voice sounded from the dining area, behind us.
"Phyllis, I told you these guys were getting it on," Mrs. Arden chuckled, her terrycloth bathrobe hanging open to reveal her plump, luscious body underneath. Her huge areolas peeked from behind thick cotton while her bush bristled unapologetically from between two full thighs. "Now you have proof!"
"Oh, I believed you, honey," Mom replied. "At their age, I have no doubt they'll fuck just about anyone or any
thing
."
"Mom, please!" I objected.
"Relax, young man." Mom smiled again, placing her overnight case on the sofa, next to Mike. I was still sitting on the floor in front of him, my face inches away from his cock, as she approached me.
"Oh, look at your chin!" Mom reverted into "mother" mode. She knelt beside me, turning my face toward hers, inspecting the pearly, white goo. "Messy boy."
With that, she licked the semen from my mouth and chin. I quivered as her tongue did its work.
"You should learn to swallow," she added, smacking her lips, then kissing my mouth several times for good measure. I could faintly hear Mrs. Arden's moan of approval in the distance.
"I asked Phyllis to come over and share the fun," Mike's mother laughed, walking up behind her son, placing her hands on his bare shoulders, gently massaging them. Her fingertips almost touched her son's nipples. "I hope you guys don't mind."
"Yeah, you scoundrels!" Mom furrowed her brow. "All of this sex going on and you expect me to stay home by myself? Fuck that! Mom wants some, too!"
Both women laughed. I started to relax, and Mike managed to close his mouth.
"Jesus, how long has our secret been out?" Mike asked to no one in particular. Mom and Mrs. Arden eyed each other, waiting for the other to speak. Mrs. Arden finally broke the silence.
"It's a little complicated, but we'll explain..." Mike's mother paused. Her fingertips now brushed across Mike's pointed tips, making him bite his lower lip with pleasure. "...Later." She turned to my mother.
"Did you have breakfast, love?" Mrs. Arden asked. "I can get you something."
"I'm fine, thanks." Mom looked at the two of us, buck naked with our erections bobbing. "I wouldn't mind getting more comfortable, though."
"Be our guest," Mrs. Arden replied, walking past us to within inches of my mother. Mom shuddered as Mrs. Arden brushed her cheek, gazing deeply into her eyes. Then, to our surprise, Mrs. Arden placed a deep, lingering kiss on my mother's mouth.
"Mmmm..." Mom moaned as their mouths worked together. Even before the kiss ended, she was unbuttoning her white blouse. Mike and I looked at each other, amazed and pleased at the show.
"Fuuuck," I mouthed to my best friend. He nodded.
"Come to the bedroom so we can put your things away," Mrs. Arden said, retrieving the overnight case. She took Mom's hand and led her down the hallway.
Mike and I looked at each other again and got to our feet. Without a word, we followed our mothers into the bedroom.
"So nice to get out of this," Mom said as she handed her blouse to Mrs. Arden, who placed it on a hanger in the closet. Her breasts, while not overly ample, filled out the white, flowered cups of her bra wonderfully. A hint of areola peeked from underneath the sheer, upper part of the garment.
Mom's black polyester slacks slipped down her legs and she handed them to Mrs. Arden, who placed them onto another hanger, next to the blouse.
Anxiety switched to anticipation as more of my mother's clothes came off. Her bra slipped down her arms, revealing those beautiful, now familiar breasts. Her pink, silver dollar-sized areolas, while not nearly as large as Mike's mother's, accented her erect nipples wonderfully. Mom's panties slipped down her thighs, revealing a sweet, dark bush. It wasn't as thick as Mrs. Arden's, but still provided plenty to nuzzle.
"There, isn't that better?" Mrs. Arden purred, running her hands all over Mom's bare skin.
"Uh huh," Mom panted, her face flushed. I could smell her excitement.
Mrs. Arden pinched my mother's nipples and pulled up, lifting her breasts. Mom clenched her teeth and hissed with arousal.
"Sweet baby," she whispered to my mother, soft, red lips brushing her cheek.
"Oh, goddamn," Mom said, looking over at me, then Mike. "What do we do now?"
"Somebody needs to fuck," Mrs. Arden grinned, her eyes wide with lust.
For a few seconds, we all stared at each other, wondering who was going to fuck who, then Mrs. Arden spoke up.
"Mike," she barked, "take her from behind."
I was shocked! I couldn't believe she said that, but shit, if we were going to fuck, then it was time to fuck!
Then it started to get weird.
To my surprise, Mom's demeanor changed. She started to resist as Mike and his mother pushed her onto the bed.
"No...NO!!!" Her voice quivered with anger and fear. "You don't have my permission! You need to ask my permission!"
My best friend backed away, but his mother didn't stop. With his cock still bobbing and ready, Mike looked over at me, eyes searching for an answer.
This was getting more and more bizarre. Mom, obviously aroused and ready, resisted, just like she did a few days ago in our kitchen, when I took her by surprise by bending her over the Formica counter.
Mrs. Arden wasn't having any of my mother's protests.
"Son, don't listen to her," she growled to Mike. "Fucking slut needs a good raping."
What the hell?
I thought to myself. This was really getting off the rails! Part of me wanted to defend my mother, but another part of me sensed there was more than meets the eye.
"I...I..." Mike was at a loss for what to do.
"Phyllis, get on your hands and knees, like a dog," Mrs. Arden commanded, totally in charge. The speed of Mom's response surprised me as she assumed the position, making her pussy totally exposed and vulnerable.
"That's it," Mrs. Arden hissed. "You obey me...or else!"
With a shrug, she let her robe fall to the carpet, revealing her plush, matronly body. The vision of her totally nude form distracted me. God, what a sexy woman. I couldn't take my eyes off her tits, with areolas the size of my palm and thumb-sized nipples erect and ready to suck. An added dimension of eroticism came from knowing Mrs. Arden was lactating, virtually a milk maiden for her son. They had what is now known as an Adult Nursing Relationship.
But Mom's continued objections snapped me out of my reverie.
"You fucking bastards," My mother said in a low, throaty voice. "You can't take me without my permission. That's rape! You don't have permission to rape me!"
Permission. Permission and rape. She kept using those words, as if they were the keys to unlock some yet-unexplored dark desire.
"Shut up!" Mrs. Arden slapped Mom's ass, making her yelp. "You're getting fucked by my son, whether you like it or not!" She took Mike's hand and led him to the bed, only inches away from Mom's upturned rear.
"Get up there and fuck Mrs. Busby!" She said. In a heartbeat, her demeanor changed as she looked at me, then back at her son.
"Don't be afraid, guys," she said in a hushed voice. "Trust me on this. It's okay."
Again, Mike and I glanced at each other, still somewhat uncertain. My mother spoke up.
"Is this all right?" She asked. Gripping the headboard, she looked over her shoulder at us. The tension in her voice vanished for a moment. Now she sounded docile and submissive, like a little girl.
I was beginning to understand, and I think Mike was, too.
Cupping her son's buttocks, Mrs. Arden guided him up on the bed, to where he knelt right behind Mom. My best friend was getting into the mood. With his cock at full mast, he placed his hands on my mother's hips. Mrs. Arden gripped her son's hardness and, her other hand still on his ass, rubbed the tip up and down Mom's glistening, wet pussy.
Placing the wet tip against Mom's swollen pussy lips, Mrs. Arden said, "push." Mike responded and, buttocks tensing, started to enter my mother. The response was immediate.
"Goddamn you, rapist!" Mom cried out, once again pretending to be angry and indignant, but the pure lust in her voice betrayed her.
Slowly undulating, Mike pushed deeper and deeper. The moment his cock was all the way in, his balls pressing against my mother's ass, she threw her head back and growled.
"Naughty! Naughty!" She wailed. "Naughty rapist!"
Mrs. Arden chuckled, watching my mother's face. She slapped her son's ass.
