Breakfast the next morning was the last big meal Mom had planned before Thanksgiving, as we usually ate light for lunch and dinner the day before. She made Eggs Hollandaise, hash browns, wheat toast with jam and coffee.
It was the smell of the coffee brewing reaching my bedroom that woke Angie and me. We shared a quick shower, washing each other amid the occasional caress.
We offered our help when we got down to the kitchen, but Mom was nearly done. Angie and I poured ourselves coffee. Dad came over from his workspace in the living room when the food was done.
Despite the revolution of the day before, we kept conversation over breakfast intentionally light.
Angie needed to head home after breakfast. She gave Dad and I long hugs and Mom an even longer one, followed by a kiss. "Thank you," I overheard Angie whisper.
After Angie went out the door, Dad returned to his office setup and it was just Mom and me in the kitchen. "Is there anything I can help with today, to make tomorrow easier, Mom?"
"Not really," Mom answered, shrugging. "I put the turkey in brine before I made breakfast. Everything else has to be done tomorrow morning. Today's really just about relaxing for me, doing that bag of laundry for you. Tonight, I'll spend with you. Your dad is meeting up with Aunt Jilly, now that we've ended our pact."
"Dad mentioned they were lovers, last night." I said, realizing how much I still had to learn about my parents' hidden past.
Mom smiled. "She was more than that, for both of us. Jilly was my college roommate and she and her husband Sam were our first spouse swap, before Tommy was born. Then she became my first female lover, one weekend. Sam was a cop and died responding to a robbery, when you and Jessica were both two. Jilly turned more and more to Stan for comfort, with me joining them maybe one time in four, when I could get a babysitter. She introduced us to our first swing club after that and eventually opened her own."
I said, "I realized that Dad must have stopped being involved with her because of the pact and she stopped coming around after that. What reason did Dad give her for ending things?"
"Oh, she knows the real reason, because we explained it to her together. She tried to talk Stan into allowing the incest to happen. She will realize what it means that Stan is back in her bed, too. She expected she would have to wait for you boys to get married and be off-limits to me before the pact would end."
"Another person who knows about our incest," I said.
Mom replied, "We've never kept any secrets from Jilly. If polyamorous marriages were legal, we would have married her as a triad and we would have raised you three kids together. Of any of our extramarital liaisons, she and Sam were the only ones we truly felt love for, the only lover I truly missed once the pact began. I considered making her the exception to the pact, but it wouldn't have cost your dad enough unless he gave her up, compared to what he was asking me to give up."
"That's why she stopped coming around, because she was off-limits to Dad? Dad only said it didn't work."
Mom said, "We all tried being platonic friends for a little while, but she and your dad didn't have much of an existing friendship before we started to swap, compared to her and me being roommates. She stopped coming around because she realized it was too tempting for him. It's not like we were her only lovers, running a weekend swing club at that time, with her parents watching Jessica. For Stan, it was hard to be around her and not be able to touch her the way they both wanted."
I nodded. If I had to resist touching Aunt Jilly after being her lover, I would have had trouble, too. It's what scared me the most about getting involved with Mom - maybe having to give her up some day. "Why aren't you going with Dad to see her, then?" I asked.
"Because I want to spend tonight with you, now that I'm able," Mom answered. "I can have my reunion with Jilly once you go back to school. That's if your dad doesn't get her to come for Thanksgiving dinner tomorrow, since her club is closed. I know how you used to look at her, too. Care for a shot with her? Maybe go to her club this weekend, along with Angie?"
"Would I care for a shot? Are polar bears white?" I joked. "Mom, I used to think of Aunt Jilly as the redheaded version of you. Once I learned that she's not actually blood related, it became more acceptable to fantasize about her than you, so both of you headlined my sex dreams. I even had a few where you were lovers and I was the third in a threesome. Now I have to wonder if my subconscious recognized something my conscious mind didn't."
"Is Angie interested in swinging?" Mom asked.
"Yeah. We opened our relationship before we returned to school. She already thinks we'd fit right into swinging," I answered. "She wondered if you and Dad still had contacts in the swinging scene, but I didn't realize Aunt Jilly runs a club. I'll check if Angie wants to go. Friday night, I assume?"
"About six o'clock for dinner, if Jilly has a table for us. Otherwise, the sexy part starts around 8, with various mixer activities as other people arrive. I'll get your dad to ask Jilly if you and Angie can come. You and I would have to avoid physical contact with each other, of course. More than a few regulars there are old friends of Sam's from the police force, who would recognize you as my son."
I agreed. "Even if we were among total strangers, having other people witness us being intimate is just a bad idea. So would talking about it around them. I'll be careful, without looking like I'm being careful."
Mom chuckled. "Well, get started on your laundry and I'll talk to your Dad before he leaves, to see if he can arrange it. You've got at least three loads there, right?" she asked, pointing at the duffel that was still sitting next to the front door from the day before.
"About that much. Do you want me to wash the sheets on your bed, too?"
"Change your bed first, since I figure we'll use it tonight. Do mine last, if you have the time. Five loads in one day might be too much."
I went up to my room, stripped the bed and threw that load into the washer, then sorted the laundry in my duffel into three small baskets. I remade my bed with sheets from the linen closet, then switched the sheets to the dryer and started the first load of my clothes. Mom came into the laundry room and said, "Dad's going to ask Jilly about both dinner tomorrow and the club for either Friday or Saturday."
"Okay," I said, hopping onto the counter next to the sink. "My bed's remade and I have a load of my clothes going in the washer and the bedding is now in the dryer. Want me to strip your bed now and remake it, while I'm waiting for this load to finish, or wait? Even if I don't get around to washing your bedding?"
"Thanks for offering, baby, but I changed it already while you were upstairs."
"Am I still your baby, after yesterday?" I asked.
Mom stepped between my legs and ruffled my hair, then placed her hands on my hips as I crossed my legs behind hers. My arms went over her shoulders. She briefly kissed me, before answering, "Yup. You can be both my baby boy and my lover, without contradiction. We added being lovers to our relationship, we didn't exchange one role for the other. I'm still your mom, you're still my younger son. Unless being called 'baby' bothers you because you're 21 now?"
"I'm okay with that, Mom," I answered. "I'm just feeling a little nervous about the consequences, I guess. The cliche is that incest is a line you can't uncross. You might have been thinking about it for a while, but I basically raced across at the first opportunity and now I've got to think it through."
Mom said, "Derek, it truly is a cliche. There is no line, no permanent change unless that's your expectation going in. Monogamous couples who are friends first and then expect intimacy to be forever often make the mistake of neglecting their friendship, then can't rebuild it if they break up. Open relationships at least acknowledge that intimacy can be a temporary thing, which can help preserve those friendships. But incest is also different in that it needs to be kept secret, so maintaining the family relationship in public becomes critical. Most of the people who get caught fail to do that. They either let the intimacy show in public in one way or another or they limit their contact in public and that gets noticed, too. Once you recognize that we can't be each other's soulmates and shouldn't even act like it in private, it actually becomes easier to cease intimacy at some point in the future, because we never stop treating each other as family."
"Is that how it worked, with Grandpa?" I asked.
Mom nodded, then said, "Yeah. And with your uncle Mark, although we were involved for a shorter time. They both moved on to other relationships, so we returned to being just family, with some cherished memories in the back of our minds that we don't bring up often. Neither Aunt Bonnie or Grandma Bridget knows any of it, by the way."
"But you told Dad," I said.
Mom shrugged. "Well, when Stan proposed, I was still involved with my dad and hoping to continue, so I revealed the incest and asked for Stan's permission. He wasn't accepting of either the incest or open relationships at the time. He made me choose and I chose him. I don't regret that decision. By the time Stan changed his mind about open relationships and gave me permission to fuck other men, Dad was engaged and Mark was married, so I didn't even ask for Stan's permission to get involved with them again, because I had no doubt they all would have said no. Incest didn't come up again until Tommy turned 16, when your dad expressed his opposition well in advance of Tommy turning 18. He knew I wouldn't act before then. You needed to be adults first. Stan suggested closing our relationship, so we'd both give something up. The pact was born."
"Dad said he wanted Tommy and me to be out of college before he relented, so it sounds like he had already decided, at some point, to give in."
Mom said, "He told me the same thing - yesterday. Before then, he never once indicated that he would eventually say 'yes', not even when he wanted us to return to swinging. If not for Angie coming here yesterday to talk about you being attracted to me, his answer would probably still be 'no'. I'm glad I didn't have to wait another six months or more before being able to do this." She leaned forward and kissed me longer this time, as her hands went to the button on my jeans, then pulled my zipper down. My hands grasped the bottom of her tshirt, to pull it off. She was braless underneath and I bent to capture a stiff nipple between my lips, sucking lightly.
Mom's hand pushed my underwear under my nuts, freeing my stiffening cock to the open air. She stroked it up and down, causing chills to ripple along my spine. My mind was still marveling that this was my mom wanting to make love to me, not some sex dream. I hoped I would never become blasé about that, however long our intimacy lasted.
It didn't even cross my mind that Dad was still working in the house, although the laundry room door was closed to reduce the noise reaching the desk in the corner of the living room.
Mom eased her tit out of my mouth, as she pulled free of my legs and bent forward to engulf my stiff cock in her mouth, nearly to the root.
Mom's hands grabbed the waistband of my jeans, tugging on them. I pressed my back against the wall behind me to arch my butt off the counter, so Mom could shimmy my pants and underwear past my ass, then plopped back down so she could pull them further down my legs. All the while, her mouth remained on my cock, sucking and sweeping it with her tongue.
Her breasts were pressed against my thighs, so I reached my own hands under them, squeezing their firmness.
She switched to nibbling at the underside of my shaft, working her way to my nuts. I moaned, "Mom!" as she sucked them into her mouth one by one, then both together. My cock pulsed in the air in time to my heartbeat, as I watched precum ooze from the top and drip onto my stomach. I released her breasts as my hands switched to gripping the counter edge, to keep from falling off.
Mom licked her way back to the glans, ran her tongue around it half a dozen times, then sucked me in. This time, her lips made firm contact with my groin on the first downward thrust, my glans gliding into her throat. I shouted, "Fuck, Mom!" She groaned as she lifted up, the vibrations reverberating down to my toes. She continued deep throating me for several minutes, before she lifted off and smiled up at me.
"You are so delicious, baby," she said, as she began kissing her way up my stomach and chest, dragging her tits along me. Just before she reached my mouth, she ordered, "Fuck me, Derek. Bend me over this counter and pound me." Then she shoved her tongue into my mouth, giving me a taste of my salty precum.
"I'd love to, Mom," I said, as she backed away to let me get down. I pulled my own tshirt off, as Mom pulled her sweatpants off. I watched her panties resist peeling away from her pussy, evidence that she was already soaked. She leaned over the counter where I'd just been sitting and wiggled her butt at me.
Pressing my hand between her legs to part her labia confirmed how wet she was, as I nestled my cock into place, then thrust myself into her. I bounced against her firm ass, as her pelvis was pressed hard into the counter. She asked to be pounded, so that's what I did. Hard, swift slams into her, trying to reach as deep inside her as I could. Reaching around to grab her breasts as handholds, pulling her back onto me as much as shoving her forward.
"Your pussy feels so damn good, Mom," I growled, feeling the beginning of oxygen debt. "I don't know how much longer I'm going to last."
"Then cum... for me... baby. You'll... last longer... tonight...," she said, in between grunts.
My own grunts and cries of "Mom!" communicated to her how close I was getting. Suddenly, she screamed, "Baby! Cumming!!" as I felt her molten sheath flutter and tighten around me, as her legs turned to rubber below her. If she hadn't been laying atop the counter, she would have fallen. My own orgasm took over, nearly taking my legs away from me, too. Spasm after spasm sent globs of hot cum shooting into her, as my hands moved to the counter top to make sure we didn't both fall.
I slowed to a stop as Mom regained her footing. I withdrew from her, spun her around and kissed her with all the passion I was still feeling. Before she had a chance to say anything, I picked her up, set her onto the counter, dropped to my knees between her thighs and started eating my own cum out of her.
Mom's hands went to my hair and her legs over my shoulders, as she moaned, "Oh, Derek, fuck! I'm gonna cum again."
I didn't stop to respond, busy chasing droplets of my sperm as they slid out of her, occasionally making quick attacks to her inflamed clit. When it looked like the last of my semen had oozed out, I was able to focus more on sucking her clit, flicking my tongue across it. When she screamed my name again, I increased my attack, her hand on my head squeezing me into her pussy, my hands looped over her thighs to keep them from crushing my ears.
Mom nearly shook herself off the counter as her orgasm rolled on and on.
As she relaxed, catching her breath, I licked up a few more droplets of our mixed cum, then stood to share them with Mom. I never got there, as I heard Dad clear his throat from the opened door and I turned towards him, gulping what was in my mouth.
Clearly tense, he said, "Can't the two of you keep your hands off each other? We're all lucky I only needed to listen to the conference call I was just on, so I could mute my line. It would have been impossible to explain the noises that carried over to the desk from in here. Even inside this house, you still need to be careful. Stay away from open windows, cameras and phones."
"Umm, sorry, Dad," I said. "We didn't think about you maybe being on the phone. We should have waited until you left to visit Jilly."
"Apology accepted, Derek. Is tuna fish okay for a quick lunch?" Mom and I both assented. "I'll let the two of you get dressed, then meet me in the kitchen." He turned and walked out.
The dryer buzzed the end of its cycle while Mom and I both got redressed. Rather than head right to the kitchen, we pulled my clean sheets out of the dryer and advanced the next loads of my clothes.
As we folded the sheets, I asked Mom, "Is Dad really okay with all this? He seemed... I don't know what word applies. Muted, maybe? Not nearly as angry as he might have been, but not in a joking mood, either."
Mom answered, "He's trying to accept this, but 'okay' might be too much to ask, this soon. Remember that he voluntarily gave up Jilly and swinging to stop me from committing incest with you boys, rather than threatening me with divorce or calling the cops on us. That's how much he loves us, that he won't do either one. We're basically trading permissions now, but that's nowhere near 100% approval on his part. So, cut him an infinite amount of slack, Derek. Fucking during his work time was inconsiderate on our part."
"I know," I admitted.
Mom continued, "I got turned on by you and memories of my Dad and brother and wasn't thinking. That alone gave him a solid reason to display some displeasure, but he restrained even that, like you said. It's up to us to respect him for putting up with us at all, maybe earn more acceptance over time. But realize he may never completely agree with this and might simply hope that it ends at some point, which it probably will."
With the third load of wash going, Mom and I finally left the laundry room, only to find that Dad was already back at his desk. "Your sandwiches are on the kitchen table," he said. "I've actually got another conference call in five minutes. It's one that I can't mute, this time."
"We'll keep quiet, Stan," Mom said.
We went into the kitchen and ate our sandwiches in silence. We could hear Dad participating in his call, so knew he would hear anything we might say above a whisper and didn't want to interfere any further.
Once we heard him hang up, we walked back towards his office area. "I really am sorry for earlier, Stan," Mom began.
"I know, babe. I just worry, is all. While I'm more accepting of the morality of incest than I used to be, even felt turned on watching you together, it's still illegal. I don't want to see the two of you wind up in prison for it. Just because we've stopped blocking each other, that fear doesn't simply go away. It hasn't even been 24 hours and I've already had to take action to shield you from discovery. Muting a phone line was a relatively minor action this time, but what about the next? I'm really thinking that maybe we shouldn't take Derek to Jilly's club."
I asked, "Would you let Angie and me go with you, if Mom and I weren't intimate?"
Dad considered that for five seconds before answering, "Probably. We wouldn't be the first parents who have introduced one or more of their adult children to the swinging scene, being honest about the relationships. Usually they participate on different nights after the first time or two, but if they're at the club on the same night, the parents and kids play separately, usually with people closer to their own age, but there have certainly been cases where both generations wound up having sex with the same person, although on different nights. There are limits, too. A father and son being with the same woman at the same time would be over the line. Same for a mom and daughter being with the same man. I heard about one club where a man was caught with his daughter-in-law in a private room and the blowback from the mother and son, who hadn't given them their permission, almost destroyed the club. So, ir would be best for me to avoid Angie just as much as you would have to avoid your mom."I asked, "Why make a different decision because of the incest, though? What happened in the laundry room started out as a conversation where Mom made the point that we have to act normally in public. How does that play out, if that family swings, together or separately? If our story is that Angie and I just found out that you and Mom used to swing and we asked you to introduce us to your club, we not only would look no different than any of those other families, but we give you an easy explanation for returning. I understand that Jilly knows the real reason you stopped, but what was the reason you gave everyone else, if any?"
Dad answered, "Just that life with two sons in high school sports and working extra hours to set aside tuition money was getting too busy and we hoped we could return when we were empty nesters. It's mostly true. We were barely managing one night every couple months back then."
"That fits with returning about now, right?" I asked.
"We'll officially be empty nesters whenever you move out after graduation, but we're close enough now to make our return. So, you really think you can be there, without paying undue attention to your Mom?"
I asked, "What do you consider undue attention, Dad? If either of you are having sex in an open part of the club, am I supposed to completely ignore it or is a little bit of curiosity expected? It's not like I'm going to pull some other guy off of Mom or Angie in a fit of jealous rage. I wouldn't have opened my relationship with Angie, if that's what I felt about her being with someone else."
"A little bit of looking from a distance would be okay," Dad said. "Mostly, we should move on to other parts of the club so we're not constantly in the same space together. There are two group areas as well as 15 private rooms. It would mostly be the mixer activities where we wouldn't be able to avoid seeing each other."
I added, "It could actually be an advantage to witness each other having sex at the club, to mask any changes in how we interact in other public situations going forward. The same would be true for Angie, I think. Being able to say, 'My girlfriend and I were curious about the club and we saw my parents having sex there,' would be a lot easier than pretending that nothing has changed at all between the four of us. Besides, who other than Jilly would be there who knows me well enough to sense if I was acting unusually in that situation? Nervousness would be completely normal for a young man being exposed to his parents' sex lives for the first time, right? I can do nervous in my sleep."
"You should have chosen to be a politician instead of a chemist, bub," Dad said. "Okay, you and Angie have my permission to go, if Jilly agrees. She might have other objections that I can't think of. I've got another half hour of work, and by the sound of that buzzer, you still have more laundry to do."
I said, "Yeah, another load to be washed, then maybe the sheets off your bed, too. Say hi to Aunt Jilly for me, if I don't see you before you leave. You're not the only one who misses having her and Jessica around."
"Don't wear your mother out tonight, kiddo," he joked as I headed to the laundry room.
Mom didn't follow me, so I cycled the loads of clothes, folded the first load of clean clothes and took it and the folded sheets upstairs and put them away. I would repack my duffel bag on Sunday morning, with a more wintry mix of clothes than what I'd brought home.
It was fourth and last time I would swap clothes at Thanksgiving. One more clothing swap at Spring Break and graduation would be around the corner. Then what? Was I in a hurry to move out of my parents' house now that Mom and I were lovers? Would Dad want me gone sooner, to put an end to lovemaking with Mom? He'd get more chances to be with Angie if I stayed, I was sure, but was that what he wanted? Or was he more interested in rekindling the relationship he and Mom both had with Jilly, without me and Angie complicating things?
Mom hadn't indicated anything beyond being with me Thanksgiving week and maybe over Christmas. What were her expectations after I graduated? What kind of risks did we run if I stayed, compared to moving out and maybe ending things with Mom as a prelude to marrying Angie? Questions like these swirled through my head for a long time, without clear answers. I really had jumped into this situation without much forethought. If I visualized Mom's expanded box, I felt like the floor I was now on was shaky.
By the time I got back downstairs to check the washer and dryer again, both of my parents were gone. Mom had left a note saying that she was headed to the dry cleaners and a couple of other errands and would bring a light dinner home.
The second load of my clothes still had another 10 minutes to go in the dryer, so I grabbed my tablet from my backpack and spent some time sending a text to Angie wishing her a happy Thanksgiving and checking social media. I tossed the last load of my clothes into the dryer, then grabbed the dirty sheets from Mom and Dad's hamper and put them in the washer.
After folding the second load of my clothes, I went back to the tablet. Angie hadn't responded to my text yet. I surfed the web some more as I waited for the laundry, sure that Angie was busy with her family. I had just finished folding the last load of my clothes, with Mom's sheets in the dryer, when Mom got back with carne asada burritos, without beans, and tortilla chips from a new taqueria that had opened nearby.
As we ate, I asked, "Earlier, you mentioned that you expected us being lovers to end at some point. Did you have a specific time in mind for that?"
She answered, "Not a specific one, just a general sense that it would end eventually, whether because the balance of risk versus benefit changes or you get busy raising your own children or any of a bunch of other reasons we might stop."
"Including Dad's opposition?" I asked.
"That's a factor, certainly. Are you regretting starting things already?"
I shook my head no. "What I'm feeling isn't regret. Turning my fantasy into reality is one of the five best things that's ever happened to me. But it does leave me feeling unsettled, not knowing what path the future will take, for all of us. I thought I had the next five years of my life mapped out, with Angie at the center of it, and now all of those expectations are affected by this. You've had more time to think about it, so I was wondering what your expectations are and aren't for where we go from here. How does your involvement with me impact the relationship you and Dad might have with Aunt Jilly, for example?"
"Baby, you worry almost as much as your Dad does," Mom answered. "Or maybe I'm more optimistic that everything will work out fine. Right now, I see myself back in Jilly's bed within a week, and the three of us hopefully as strong as we ever were by the time you're home again for Christmas. Whether you and Angie join us to make an occasional quintet at some point, is too soon to say, so I'm not going to worry about it. The question of whether Tommy will be interested in sex with me takes priority. I'm not even looking as far out as when you graduate, if that's what's concerning you. I'm more of a one day at a time kind of girl, you know that."
"So, no expectation of this affecting when I move out?" I asked.
Mom's eyebrows shot up. "There shouldn't be any difference, Derek. We don't let the incest show up in our public lives. When you're established in a job and have the financial resources to move out, you still do it as you normally would. Living here longer because we might get to have sex more often is simply out of the question. Whatever effect distance has on how frequently we might get together for sex is what it will be. It's too much risk, otherwise. Were you thinking that we were going to be a full-time quartet after you graduated? That would certainly effect the relationship with Jilly."
"I honestly don't know what to expect at this point, Mom," I answered. "All I know is that I love both you and Angie and want us all to be together as much as we can, without pushing Dad's tolerance too far or getting caught. Dad made you choose between him and Grandpa. I am hoping we can avoid that ultimatum. Maybe it's impossible in the long run and I'll eventually have to settle for our love making being a fond memory, like yours with Grandpa and Uncle Mark. The metaphor that crossed my mind while you were gone was that we've expanded the box of our relationship and the new floor feels shaky. I'm just trying to get firmer footing, is all."
Mom reached over to caress my cheek. "That's because incest in inherently unsafe and impermanent, baby, however rewarding. That's the primary reason I chose your Dad over Grandpa, not because I loved one more than the other. There's really no way to change that. If you try to live your life in the incest part of the box, you'll always be at risk. Some people might handle that, hiding every day, but even I prefer stability over constant risk. I think it's better to look at incest as a place you can visit, when you can make it safe enough. Build your life on stable ground, though. That's Angie, if you decide she's the one to marry, your career, your kids. Then you and Angie can decide how to fit me and your dad or swinging into your sex lives as safely as you can. That way, if the risk becomes too much to continue, you can simply retreat rather than starting over. Or worse, becoming a fugitive because you've been caught."
Thinking of it that way made my sense of unease drain away and put my focus back on Angie once more. "I knew you'd have an answer, Mom. Thanks. I'll do my best to do that. Did you have a plan for tonight's visit to incest world, then?"
"Laundry done?" she asked.
I answered, "Almost. Your sheets are in the dryer and I have the last two loads of my clothes folded to put away, otherwise I'm done."
"Okay, we'll finish that up, then I thought we'd hit the hot tub for about an hour after sunset, just to relax with a chilled bottle of white wine while dinner digests. No hanky-panky, though," Mom said with a grin. "The neighbors might be used to seeing your dad and me in there nude through the cabana windows, but none of them are going to mistake you for him."
"Should I be nude, too?" I asked.
"Why not? You've gone in there nude with us, before. Wear trunks if you don't think you can avoid an erection, otherwise just wear a robe or towel out and back. Then we can come back inside, head upstairs for a quick shower to wash the chlorine off and go to your bed. You can ignore what your dad said about wearing me out, because I'm pretty sure Jilly's going to wear him out first, trying to make up for six years apart. He'll be home some time in the morning, maybe with Jilly and Jessica in tow."
I said, "Angie might stop by in the afternoon, after dinner with her parents and sister. We can maybe talk some more with Jilly about going to her club?"
After getting my clothes put away while Mom took care of folding her sheets, I undressed, wrapped a bath towel around my waist and slipped a pair of flip-flops onto my feet.
I rejoined Mom downstairs, where she was in a bathrobe with her hair tied in a ponytail and was just uncorking a bottle of Chardonnay from the refrigerator, replacing it with one from the wine rack. "Grab two glasses and those towels, baby?"
I pulled two glasses from the cabinet and the two towels from the counter, then she led us out to the cabana behind the house, turning on the low-output lights set around the cabana. I set the glasses on the shelf where Mom set the wine, hung the towels on pegs near the exit steps, opened the spa cover and turned on the jets on a one-hour timer. Mom turned on some Jazz music. Mom slipped off her robe, hanging it over her towel, and climbed into the tub, giving me a quick glimpse of her pussy between her legs. She wound up in the corner next to the wine and proceeded to pour as I pulled my towel off, climbed in and took the next corner.
She handed me a glass and we clinked them together, as Mom toasted, "To love, old and new." Once she settled into her seat, her breasts were below the water line, her nipples barely visible through the rippling water.
"To love," I repeated, before taking a sip.
Despite talking about topics too mundane to recount here, I couldn't completely avoid a heightened awareness of Mom's naked body or anticipation of what would follow once we went back into the house. My cock stiffened and then softened three times while sitting there, especially if Mom's tits became more visible to me from refilling our glasses and such.
Luckily for me, I was soft when the timer shut the jets off, so I was able to exit without having to hide one or wait for it to go down. We toweled off quickly, covered our bodies in towel and robe, then added chlorine powder and shut everything down. After we were back inside the house, Mom called me out, though. "I'm not mad, but you couldn't avoid getting hard, could you? If I could see it in the low lights in the spa at night, you'd be more likely to get in trouble during the day."
"Sorry, Mom. Do you really think anyone was watching? I didn't see any lights on in the houses nearest us."
Mom shrugged. "Probably not. I don't know of any neighbors with surveillance cameras that might overlook our hot tub, either. But after what nearly happened with your dad's conference call today, I suppose I'm just being super cautious. At the same time, I don't want to curtail our normal activities in a way that would also get noticed, like never using the hot tub with you when you're home."
"Well, it's not like it's the first time I've ever gotten a stiffy while I was in that hot tub with you since you switched to nude-only rules after I turned 18. Are you only noticing it now because you're more sensitive to it?" I felt another one starting, now that we were talking about it.
Mom said, "I noticed before, baby, without saying anything. I guess it didn't feel as dangerous, then. Here I am, the one who initiated sex with you and I'm the one who's being paranoid about people figuring it out."
"Look at it this way, Mom," I said. "This was actually the same reaction I had to you before we became intimate. For that reason, hot-tub hardons aren't proof of us having sex, in and of themselves. Plus, I really doubt the neighbors could see from their houses, if I keep it under water. It's not like you were giving me a handjob or giving me head out there."
"No, just wishing I could," she said, stepping closer to caress the hardon that was now rising against my towel. My own hands reached for her breasts, through the terry cloth of her robe, feeling that her nipples were already hard.
"Oh, really?" I asked. "Maybe you and Dad might consider adding some roll-up blinds out there, for some night-time privacy?" I asked. "The way the lighting is arranged overhead, you wouldn't really have to worry about shadows. Use your revived relationship with Jilly as an explanation, if you need one. I assume you haven't had sex with her in the hot tub. I only remember having baby sitters here, sometimes with Jessica too, so I expect all of your swapping happened at Jilly's house?"
"Or swing parties at other places, before she opened her own club. Do you really want to talk about Jilly right now?" she asked, squeezing my shaft. "Let's go shower and get this chlorine off our skin."
"Which shower? Yours has more room."
"Maybe another time," she answered. "If I wanted to have sex in the shower tonight, we'd use mine, but I only want a quick rinse this time so we're not tasting chlorine on each other's skin. Your shower is more convenient for that."
A quick shower later, with minimal friskiness mixed in, and we were on my bed, getting into a 69 to start, Mom on top of me. Knowing we had the rest of the night, I took my time, kissing along her thighs, as Mom mirrored me.
She reached my balls before I reached her pussy, her tongue weaving along them before sucking one into her mouth, while her hand reached between us to rub her thumb over my glans, her index finger resting under the crown.
"Oh, damn!" I muttered, before I swiped my tongue along the length of her cleft. Being freshly washed, there wasn't any discernible taste apparent on the surface, thankfully no chlorine either, so I pushed my tongue deeper inside her tunnel of love and reached some of her sweet, tangy juices that hadn't made their way to the surface yet.
Mom sucked in my other ball, as she began to stroke with her hand, spreading around some pre-cum that had leaked from me.
I pulled my tongue from Mom's depths, spreading some of her juices around her labia, as I pushed two fingers into her and made my first approach towards her clit. It was still hiding in its hood, so I softly licked around the flesh and made my way back along her labia. Gently, my fingers swirled inside her, knowing that her gspot wouldn't be engorged yet, either.
I made love to every inch of her pussy, sucking and nibbling on her labia, moving my tongue around my fingers to press my tongue into her as my fingers pulled back, then reversing both directions.
As Mom began licking along my shaft, my tongue made another trip towards her clit. It was beginning to peek out of its hood, so I sucked the entirety into my mouth, letting the suction draw her clit out further. When Mom's tongue swirled wetly around my cockhead is when I let my tongue make contact with her clit, lightly lashing it back and forward with the tip.
Her moan reverberated through my cock, making my balls tingle even more. I backed off of her clit, making another circuit of her labia. My fingers began to feel her gspot rise up and brushed across it, bringing another moan.
Mom worked more and more of my cock into her mouth with each downward push, her tongue wildly sweeping around my glans and shaft. I had to keep my focus on her or I would get swept away.
I sucked her hood into my mouth a second time, laying my tongue on top of it, pressing against the shaft inside, sweeping it left and right, slid it over the pleasure nub itself, then reversed direction. Mom screamed, "Oh, FUCK!" then dove back on to my cock, sheathing me in her throat. Up and down she thrust, back and forth my tongue swept, in and out my fingers plunged. Mom's fingers were bobbling my nuts, squeezing now and again.
It was a race to see which of us could get the other to cum first, trying to keep our focus on our lover's pleasure instead of our own. If not for the sex in the laundry room earlier, I'm sure I would have already lost. I thought I still would, when I felt Mom start to shake, her vaginal muscles clamped down on my fingers and her juices flowed onto my chin.
Her muffled cries and moans pushed me over the edge as I warned her, "Mom, here it comes! Fuck! Nnngh!" My first hot blast went down her throat, my second filled her mouth. Feeling her swallow around me heightened my orgasm and four more bursts followed, swallowed just as quickly as Mom stroked the part of my cock that wasn't in her mouth, coaxing out every drop.
When both orgasms waned, Mom pulled herself off my face, turned her body and started to kiss her way up my torso, stopping at my navel and both nipples. My hands caressed every part of her I could reach as she got closer, from her head and shoulders to her breasts dragging along my skin. Finally, I was holding her hips again and could caress her muscular ass, as her labia dragged across my cock and her lips reached my mouth.
Our love juices mixed in each other's mouths, as we tangled tongues for minute after minute, Mom's hips moving just enough to keep her pussy moving wetly back and forth along my cock shaft, her clit repeatedly dragging across my frenulum, almost slipping into my urethra, every motion driving me to get hard again so we could fuck.My fingers were squeezing both of her nipples, lightly tugging on them, causing Mom to grunt into my mouth.
When Mom thought I was hard enough, she rolled her hips just enough to lodge my glans in the right place, then pushed down and sheathed me into her with one stroke, pushing her to another peak as she started to squeeze around me and several more cries were smothered against my mouth.
I grabbed both ass cheeks in my hands and started to thrust as hard and fast as I could from below, trying to extend her orgasm. She broke our kiss to cry out, "Oh, baby, fuck me hard! Oh, so good!"
That orgasm rolled into another one even stronger, Mom crying out incoherently, not even a fragment of a word for me to capture in writing. When she stopped shaking from that, I slowed my pace, gently thrusting and rocking her atop my body, letting my hands caress the her skin of her back.
"Oh god, baby," Mom gasped, when she could talk again. "Let me ride now." She pushed herself upright until she was in cowgirl position, her knees planted under her as she started to rise and fall over me.
My hands went to her bountiful tits, nestling each nipple between my middle and ring fingers so I could squeeze both breast and nipple at the same time. Mom smiled down at me as her breasts rolled with her motion.
Mom's left hand reached behind her ass to lightly play with my balls, then pressed lightly against the root of my cock between them, nearly to my perineum. As she rose and fell, so did her hand, stroking harder on the upstroke than the down. It felt like a handjob on top of being fucked.
"You keep doing that and you're going to make me cum really soon, Mom." I said, feeling my self-control slipping away.
"That's bad?" she asked.
"I want to last for you," I said.
"I'm almost there, cum with me," she implored, moving her hand to her front anyway, to frig her clit. In less than a minute, we were both cumming together. Mom collapsed onto my chest, panting and shaking. My cock remained inside her.
When we had our breath back, I was about to start thrusting again when Mom asked, "Derek, can I ask you a question? Are you a submissive?"
"No, what would make you think that?"
She answered, "Because you seem to be acting submissively with me. Wanting to deny yourself an orgasm for me is one example."
"I would call it delaying, not denying. I planned to cum, I just didn't want to disappoint you by cumming quickly, particularly after you said earlier today that I would last longer tonight because I'd cum already."
"You don't seem to have a premature ejaculation problem, Derek. I was trying to make you cum and you basically said to stop. It's entirely okay if you have your orgasm before me, so long as you still put effort into getting me to orgasm, too. Just like when you went down on me in the laundry room, even after I'd already cum once."
"Okay, you said that was one example. What others?" I asked.
"You seem to be letting me take the lead most of the time, with a couple exceptions. I'd be convinced you're submissive, if you're the same way with Angie."
I thought about it, realizing she was right. I had no problem with asking Angie for things I wanted, but hadn't done so with Mom so far. The two exceptions she mentioned were going down on her without being asked in the laundry room and asking her not to keep stroking the base of my cock. Otherwise, I hadn't asked her to do anything I specifically wanted and I realized why. I said, "I think it's the fact that you're my mom and I'm your son. It goes against 21 years of instinct for me to be your equal, sexually, where it is okay with any other lover. Besides, I'm feeling really grateful to be with you, so I've been happy to follow your lead, since it brings pleasure to us both."
"Well, stop it, okay? You're 21, you're an adult, it's time to treat me more like an equal, not just in bed, but out of it, too. Respect me as your mother, but the days of me ordering you around like a child should be in the past. I guess that in addition to adding lover as a new relationship to your box, we need to add an adult parent/child relationship to it, too."
I hugged her. "I'll try, Mom. It might take some time to rewire my head to see us on equal footing, even with your naked body lying on mine and my cock still rock hard in your pussy."
"Let's start easy, then. What's your favorite sex position?" she asked.
I answered, "I really like this position another girlfriend introduced to me, where the woman lays on her side, bent at the waist like we're going to spoon. Instead, I kneel behind her ass and enter her at that angle, either with her knees together or with one leg raised. Plop a couple of pillows under her hip, and it's even easier for the man to be at the right height. I can penetrate just as deep as doggy but I can still make eye contact with her, can lean forward to reach her clit and breasts and vary my angle even easier. Angie loves it, but my current fuck buddy at school doesn't like it as much."
Mom said, "That sounds like a cross between doggy and a position I've used successfully before where I lie on my side, keeping the lower leg straight with the man straddling it while the upper one is bent, either parallel to the bed or raised, even as far as being against his shoulder. Penetration is even deeper than doggy. You pick which of those two you want to use next."
I chuckled. "You tell me I know a position you've never tried before, of course I'm going to ask for that first, then try the other one too, another time."
We rearranged, putting two pillows under Mom's torso. She lifted her upper leg, bending it at the knee to plant that foot on the bed in front of her other knee. I crouched behind her, lining my cock up with her pussy and slipped halfway into her. With one hand on her thigh and another on her pelvis, I thrust in and out, getting a little deeper each time.
Soon enough, my pelvis was pressing against her ass. I kept my strokes long and slow to start. I shifted my angle a little to try and direct my cock towards her gspot, bringing several loud moans from her. "I love it, baby," Mom cooed. She used the foot that was planted on the bed to help rock her hips back at me, while her hand went between her legs to rub her pussy. I realized that Mom couldn't play the same trick of rubbing the base of my cock in this position, since my balls weren't accessible.
Gradually, my strokes got shorter and faster, another orgasm beginning to build. I didn't try to stop it this time, but Mom exploded before me, crying out my name between screams. I maintained my tempo as she writhed before me. She clenched her muscles around me for nearly a minute before her insides relaxed.
"Oh, baby, we've got a winner here," she muttered, pushing back at me even harder. I thrust faster, ready to cum myself, hammering into her, priming my trigger and waiting for it to go 'bang'. It took another couple of minutes, but I reached my point of no return just as Mom screamed, "Cumming again!" and we shook together, my ejaculations filling her pussy to overflowing. I felt my cum and hers dripping from my balls, making the slapping of my balls against her ass, that was already happening, louder.
I gradually slowed to a stop, my thighs burning from the exertion of the crouching position. Even more cum flowed from Mom's labia as I withdrew my cock, splattering her buttock and making a mess of the pillow under her. "Ooops, wet spot alert," I joked.
"Good thing there are clean linens in the cabinet," she said, looking around for a clock. "We should take care of that and get to sleep, rather than going another round and winding up too tired to take care of the bed. I've got to get up fairly early to get started on the turkey, anyway."
We climbed out of my bed. Mom went to the bathroom to clean up while I pulled off that pillow case and checked the bed for other wet spots. I found several, so stripped the fitted sheet off, too. I grabbed a clean sheet and pillowcase and set them on the bed, then went to the bathroom to do some cleanup of my own. Mom was in the shower, washing off. She spotted me and laughed. "God, Derek, you filled me so full that a washcloth wasn't going to be enough. Care to join me?"
"Absolutely, Mom!" I said.
Mom said, "Maybe it would be easier to treat me as an equal if you started calling me 'Marcy' when we're together."
"I'll think about that. I'm not sure I want to push our mother-son relationship out of that metaphorical box, to make the other relationships work."
"Fair enough," she said.
I entered the shower with her and we did an even more thorough job of washing each other than after the hot tub. I let my hands roam more, too, eventually stroking two fingers in and out of her vagina in the name of getting her clean, bringing her to one more orgasm with my thumb against her clit. Mom was likewise stroking my cock, jacking one more load of cum from me.
As we finally got out of the shower and started to towel off, Mom was giggling. "I do need to get to sleep, but I'm really glad we did that. Your dad's not a fan of handjobs, so it's been years since I've gotten to do one. That base stroking move that you thought was getting you off too quickly is the closest he lets me get to bringing about an orgasm by hand."
"It's easier to use hands in a shower than to fuck, I find. Having you kneel to suck me off, or trying to fuck without falling are both tougher than being able to lean against each other like we did."
We returned to my bedroom and worked together to put the fitted sheet onto the bed after another check for damp spots that might have soaked through to the mattress and slipped the pillow into its case. We then climbed in and pulled the covers over us. I kissed her and said, "Sweet dreams, Mom."
"Sweet dreams, baby."