The medals ceremony was finally over, and I high-fived my twin as we made our way with the team to our changing rooms. It had been a long day, and being involved in so many races during the meet was exhausting.
We'd found great opposition which spurred us further on to do our best. We just about shaded them, but it was very close, and we would have not have it any other way. For what use is winning if you have no valid competition?
Weary but satisfied, we just flopped on to the benches and sighed in relief.
"Well I'm glad we're not biking it back", said my brother Steve.
"Yeah. I can't even feel my legs. It would be hell to pedal up the hill right now" I replied.
Although we had turned eighteen some three months back, none of us drove yet. Never really felt the need to. As swimmers we had a good wind in us that got us everywhere on our bicycles. Common to most swimmers, we had good upper body shape, streamlined, sturdy without being bulky, and of course, thighs that could easily choke a bison.
We stripped naked, something that had taken time for us to get used to in the presence of other guys. It's not that we were prudes or anything, it's just the idea of getting in a communal showers with a bunch of nude dudes didn't appeal to us. Of course, we were still thirteen back then when we started competition swimming, and as anyone can tell you, there is no such thing as privacy in a swimming pool changing room.
Looking around us as everybody stripped off their chlorine-sodden trunks, I could see that despite not having the largest penises in the squad, we certainly were no slouches. About mid-range I would say. Naturally we had gotten used to being naked in the presence of other guys by then. At home, sharing a single large bedroom with an en-suite bathroom, we never bothered with clothes after showering, and were quite comfortable with our nakedness around each other. I am pretty sure mum got quite an eyeful in the mornings as she came to wake us up from time to time, usually on weekends where we didn't bother with an alarm.
Anyway, at the pool changing room we were just about used to it, although nowhere near as adventurous as some guys who left the door purposefully open as they strode to and fro between their lockers and the benches. Inevitably, they were the guys with the longest dicks on the squad, and were undoubtedly screwing around with the girls on the women's team. Like I said, privacy on a swimming team is not something you adhere to.
As for us two, we were painfully shy, brought up by our mother to respect others and be as polite as possible. This put us in a bit of a disadvantage with regards to the opposite sex. I am not blaming her for anything as being a single mother to twins from a young age was very difficult psychologically if perhaps not financially. Dad had died on an oil-rig incident, and since it transpired to be a fault with the equipment's maintenance, the company wished to settle out of court.
Apart from a two million dollar cash settlement, the company had generously pledged a monthly maintenance allowance to mum, as well as all expenses paid to our schooling wherever it was. This meant that we were well off, lived in a beautiful house with a pool in the suburbs, and had no foreseeable financial problems. Sure, the money was great, but we would have gladly returned it if it meant bringing dad back.
We finished showering and dried off quickly, noting that Brad was once again at the open door of the changing room, robe idly open and swinging his dick while chatting, probably to some girls in the corridor. I am sure they could note his dick was on full show. We could never do that.
Fifteen minutes later we were ready, and after packing our damp clothes and towels in our duffel bags, made our way outside to be picked up by our mother.
She had texted us that the queue at the mall was insane and could we wait for a few minutes? Naturally we had no choice, but even if we had, it didn't bother us.
We both loved our mum dearly, and since she was very young when she had us (twenty), she was still a beautiful woman. Slim, elegant and well versed, she had taken dad's death very hard. They had been the most popular couple at school, and it seemed that they were set to marry from the very start. She had gone out with a number of suitors, but met nobody she could really attach herself to.
"I have you two to keep me young and busy. What more could a woman want?" she repeated more than once.
We declined to mention that it was a pity that such a woman had nobody to help her with sexual release, or, being the idiots that we were, thought. What did we know of toys for women?
Anyway, as we sat on a bench waiting for our mum's Toyota to make an appearance, we talked, not for the first time, about girls, sex, or the lack of them both.
"I'm really nervous about this whole sex thing" said Steve.
"Yeah. It's all too well watching porn on the net, but I sometimes wonder what it will be like in real life. Guess it must be great if everybody is so keen on it" I replied wistfully.
"Well we're not too badly equipped. We should do alright."
"Yeah...once we get a girl!" I exclaimed.
"I've wrangled a date with Brenda" Steve blurted out.
"Really? Brenda? Wow. She's hot." I said.
Despite being twins, we had not selected to major in the same subjects. Steve loved physics, while I was more of a history buff. So we only shared like two classes during the day. None on Fridays.
"I like her a lot. She's far more outgoing than I could ever be though." Steve said.
"Well, if you like each other that much then I imagine things will work out. I've been talking to Gwen a lot this semester. Don't know where it's heading, but perhaps I can screw up enough courage to ask her out. We study a lot together, even in the library we share a desk. We get on so well together. She's quiet too, doesn't say much. Mad about castles and medieval history."
Just then we heard a car coming into the car-park, and mum flashing the car lights at us. We waved and picked our bags.
"Hi mum, thanks for picking us up. We had far too many races and we're simply too tired to bike it home."
"Hello my lovelies. Don't fret. So how did you go?"
"We gathered two winners medals each, a silver for Steve and a Bronze for me."
"Brilliant!" she enthused. Mum was proud of our achievements.
The drive back was mercifully short as we were truly bushed. As soon as we drove up our driveway, the garage door raised automatically and mum drove inside the garage. We loaded the supermarket goods on a trolley and wheeled it inside.
Once the garage door was down again, we unpacked our kit-bags, goggles going into their rinsing container, bottles in the dishwasher and towels, skull-caps and bags themselves, in another rinsing tray. The chlorine was brutal on material and we went through a significant number of towels and swimming trunks.
Granted, the new lycra Speedos were longer lasting, however, they also left nothing to the imagination and every shape, bump and crevice was visible on the swimsuits. The guys looked huge in their trunks, while the girls were practically naked with paint on them.
"Would you like to eat now or in about an hour?" mum asked.
"An hour is okay if it's okay by you. We'd like to take another shower as this smell is too much to bear" Steve replied.
We trooped upstairs to our room, where we took off our shorts and t-shirts, once again naked, but not shy of each other, obviously. Thankfully we had a generous shower cubicle that could easily fit four people comfortably, and we talked as we took a long hot shower. After a meet we usually finished with a jerk-off, stimulated by the water and the many girls we had in skimpy, thin swimsuits next to us. We never considered it to be strange, especially now after all these years that we had been doing it. We both were circumcised and our pink cocks contrasted sharply with the dark tiling of the cubicle.
I looked at Steve's face, awash with bliss as he masturbated slowly, hand slippery with liquid soap. An idea popped into my head, and I grinned at the daring.
"Steve" I whispered.
"Yeah" he panted. I guess he was close to climax.
"Turn around. Let's rub dicks together." I suggest.
"What? No. Really? What's got into you."
"Hell, we're twin brothers. We can ask each other whatever we want. Are you game?" I replied.
"Oh what the fuck, let's try it."
He turned and pointed his cock at mine, and as the two heads met, I could swear that a spark flew between us. I could feel his meaty head against mine. It was absolutely new stuff to us and I gasped as the sensations hit home. I wondered how we had never thought of this.
"Feels good." I said.
"Sure does." Steve replied.
We masturbated, cock against cock, sometimes our hands bumping against each other.
"Let me do this. Relax." Said Steve.
I took my hand off my hard cock, anticipation building in me. Steve squeezed some more soap onto his palm and started masturbating both cocks at the head. I sighed at the pleasure this transmitted. It took very little for us to come, shooting our spunk onto each other. I nearly buckled in pleasure, feeling somebody else's hands on my penis for the very first time. It was truly an amazing feeling.
We usually cooled off for a couple of minutes before masturbating again, and this time I wanted to be the one to return the favour.
I looked at my brother's face, eyes closed in pleasure as we rubbed our meat against each other.
"Fuck me, that was awesome" he said.
"We're not gay are we?" I asked Steve, worriedly.
"Hell no. Just two brothers helping each other out" he said.
"My turn now..." I said in anticipation.
His cock had grown a little bit softer, although still semi-hard.
"I wonder what a penis tastes like" I said, half in jest.
"I have thought that many times. If you want to try, I'm game" he replied.
I took a long hard look at his cock and decided that we were twins, we had nothing to hide and nothing to lose. I went down on my knees, taking his heavy penis in my hand. I examined the pink tool minutely. It was a beautiful piece of creation. We both were totally shaved and his cock stood proudly out, half-hard and so streamlined. It was with little hesitation that I opened my mouth and slipped the head inside. The sponginess was amazing. I pulled at his dick and Steve slid more of his penis inside my mouth as he gasped.
"Don't stop please. This is great" he whispered.
I had no intention of stopping as his meat invaded my mouth. It was an awesome feeling of power. Of course I knew that the guy's dick belonged to my twin brother and felt no revulsion at all. It was as if it was mine. Within a minute he became harder and I sucked on his cock much like one would do on an icecream. He sighed, and his grip on my head tightened. He was probably ready to come. I took my hand off his penis, grabbed him by the waist and pulled him to me. My nose was in his mons region, cock fully buried inside my throat, and I felt him let loose.
He moaned and buckled as the orgasm hit him fiercely. Once, twice, thrice, he shot deep inside me, and I just let it flow, happy that I was pleasing him. Finally he stopped and he slumped down, his cock leaving me with a plop.
I did not need to ask him whether it was satisfactory.
"That was amazing. Absolutely amazing. I never knew it could be so sensitive. Stand up. Your turn now."
"You don't have to do it if you don't want to." I said.
"Of course I want to. You seemed to have enjoyed it."
I stood up, and I could see my brother holding my cock in his hand, examining it, fondling my balls, as he finally opened his mouth and pulled me in. His tongue lathered my skin as he sucked me. I was seeing stars with pleasure, and the sensation rocked me so much, I had to hold on to the shower walls to keep from falling.
Steve's head bobbed on my penis, my body rocking to the same motion, and I felt my orgasm coming up from my toes as it curled around my balls. I gasped and nearly screamed in pleasure as I spurted in his mouth, sperm spilling out as I blasted him.
Finally I came down from my release, and I could not talk with the emotion of what we had done. Sure, it was a buddy suck, but to have it done by your own twin was something extraordinary.
We finally stepped out the shower, quiet in the realisation of what we had gone through, thinking that it had changed us profoundly.
We dressed lightly, just a pair of Nike running shorts, no underwear, and didn't even bother wearing shirts. It was summer after all and the temperature was just right.
Going down the stairs, I could see mum look up and gasp. I wondered what it was, but I didn't have too long to wait.
"Jesus Chris... if you're going to wear those shorts at least wear some underwear. You could practically be naked." She wasn't too angry though and I could sense she was having a laugh at my expense.
"What's the big deal mum? It's not like you have never seen us naked before. We have nothing to hide from you. And we don't wear underwear in bed. You've come and woken us so many times in the weekends." I finished with a smile.
"Okay okay, it was just a suggestion, Having that thing wagging in your face is different then waking you up."
I laughed at the absurdity of it all, and Steve, just coming down the stairs after leaving his ipod to charge looked at us strangely.
"Sausage fest!" mom exclaimed, and I could see that she was right.
We might as well be naked for all the protection these shorts offered.
Sitting down at the table, I could see that mum's nipples were erect against her sun dress, suggesting that she was excited. A light went off in my head as a light bulb went on. She was turned on by the sight of us wearing no underwear. Dinner went by in a flash as we joked about when we were all getting married. It seems that no-one was in a hurry, although Steve did tell mom that he was dating Brenda.
We helped out with the dishes as usual, although in reality it was just putting our used plates and utensils in the dishwasher. Our daily ritual these days consisted of some tv time with a glass of wine on Fridays ever since we turned eighteen. Steve always preferred the easy chair while I always scooted to the left of the sofa and mum lay her head on the arm rest on the right side. This would mean she would lift her feet on my thigh and I would give her a foot rub, which she adored.
Settling down to catch up with our favorite sit-com 'The Big Bang Theory', mum took her usual place on the sofa and as I sat down, my cock just slid a little to the right, exiting my shorts just as she lay her feet on my lap. I couldn't very well let her know that she was resting her heels on my dick, so I just pretended that everything was in order. I reached across to my left to grab some moisturizer and after squirting some on my palms, starting rubbing at her toes.
She sighed contentedly, wriggling her feet but suddenly stopped when she realized that my bare cock was rubbing her left heel. Despite the dimness of the room, I swear I could see her smile. Looking up again, I noticed that her nipples were hard again. I threw caution into the wind as I let my penis slide up even more against her feet, not deigning to hide it.
I rubbed her feet leisurely and she pressed repeatedly against my groin, definitely feeling the hardness as my cock started filling up with blood again. I never expected this to happen. Sure we were pretty open in this family, but not to this point.
I can't imagine what came over her, but it sure felt good. This certainly was a day for many firsts. I continued my massaging, squirting more oil and moving up her shins and calves, oil sliding and making my hands all slippery. Her legs slipped open just a little bit, showing low-cut white cotton panties. I'm sure they were damp.
I groaned as I saw them, imagining the delights they hid. Mum was still young and it seemed that all those hours in the gym were paying off as I could tell that her legs were well toned.
This went on for ten minutes, neither of us really looking at what was transpiring on the screen. It seemed that Steve had succumbed to fatigue and he was gently snoring away.
"I think that's enough" she said, in a strained voice.
"Okay mom" I replied dutifully, kneading at her toes slowly.
She wiggled her feet against my now rampant dick. There was no hiding it, and as she sat up, I saw her glancing at my lap, full knowledge only just seeping in. She looked back at Steve, then back into my eyes before moving back down to my cock.
"I'm sorry mom. I didn't mean it to happen. These shorts really are loose. Next time I'll use underwear." I tried to explain, rather unsuccessfully.
She touched my upper arm, gently.
"Don't worry. What happened was only the natural reaction of a young man to a woman, even if an old one."
"You're far from old mum." I explained. "You're still young and beautiful. Sometimes I wish you weren't my mom."
Her smile was lovely to behold. Her hand went to my face as she caressed me. It was a tender moment and I felt my heart break for her. She was so unlucky with her brief marriage.
"Thank you love. That's very sweet of you. Now put that thing away before we have an accident." Her meaning was clear.
"It wouldn't be an accident believe me mom." I tried to put emotion in my words, but my voice was strained too.
She looked down at my penis. "I see you both aren't boys anymore."
If I was uncomfortable with the thought, it only lasted a few seconds. I had nothing to be ashamed of. We were family. A close-knit one at that. I decided to come straight with her.
"Mom. You know you always said we could talk to you right? No matter what? I have something to talk to you about. Something that happened today."
"Let's go out by the pool. Steve seems lost to the world" she said.
As we got up, I tried unsuccessfully to put my cock inside my shorts. My face turned red as I noticed that mum didn't look away. I mumbled an apology as I finally slipped it down the front, although the shape and size were unmistakable.
"Better be careful or you'll break that thing." Mum wasn't so shy about it.
"I'm sorry, but it really has a mind of its own."
Picking up the wine bottle and the glasses, we made our way outside, switching on just the path lights that led to the pool, leaving the water dark.
"Fancy a dip?" mom asked.
"I'm a swimmer. I live in the water. What do you think? I'll go get our suits."
"Really? After seeing you all excited like that, you think you're going to be shy and wear a swimsuit? I'm in for a skinny dip."
And she turned her back to me, untied the dress and let it fall to the ground. I might be biased because she is after all, my mother, but I thought she has the best ass anywhere. I tried to say something, but nothing croaked out.
Finally she turned and my breath caught in my throat. She had smallish breasts, a larger A cup perhaps, and a toned body to die for. My eyes caught in her panties as I could see that they were definitely sporting a wet-spot.
I nearly fainted as I saw her raise her hands to her panties and push them down her legs, daintily slipping out of them. Again, I scrutinized her. She had a small slit that showed nothing of her delights.
"Are you still keeping your shorts on? It's not hiding much that I haven't seen so far."
There was nothing I could do, not even if I wanted to, which I didn't. I pushed the shorts down, my cock swaying freely as the colder air cooled me down. I finally stood up and confronted mother. We both examined each other, hungry eyes roving over the other's body.
I could find no fault in her. She was simply so beautiful as to be from another planet. I couldn't risk talking. Her appraising eyes had roved all over my body, sculpted from all of the training and swimming we did. She finally settled on my cock, whispering that I was built like a Greek god.
I smiled at her and bade her to the warm pool. I slipped swiftly into the warm water, sighing as it warmed my body. Mum moved towards the ladder, turned her back towards me, and used the contraption to step down slowly. This had the effect of opening her backside and nether regions to me.
Her back hole was a crinkled tight star, while lower still, her slit opened into an inviting rose, beckoning to me. Instantly I was hard again. I wondered where we would be taking this, but really, I was happy with what we were doing. And would she do this with Steve? Would she recognize him if we switched? I thought she probably would. She always had.
She also slipped into the water with a sigh, and she trod water while looking at me. I asked her if she was up to doing some laps. She agreed and we did about twenty lengths of the 45 foot pool. We had compromised on the width of the pool to make up for the length as we had decided to do this as a training aid for Steve and I. It was only ten foot wide, but it was what we needed. Prices were reasoned out in square feet and the price for a shallow pool with 450 square feet was very reasonable. It's not that we were stingy, as after all, we were quite well off. It was just that life was going grand without blowing everything away.
We finally did another couple of lengths at a slower speed to warm down, and ended at the shallow end, where we had added four wide steps to the build. I sat on the second step, still at half-mast, while mum sat directly below me on the third. She wiggled her back against my dick, and pulled my arms around her.
"Wow, that sure tired me out," she said between deep breaths," I haven't swum that much for ages. Not twenty lengths anyway."
Her body was totally relaxed against mine and I debated asking if she was okay with my body naked against hers, but since she was the one who had initiated this, I thought that she was happy with it.
"It's not as if you struggled to keep up mum, although I didn't press too much. Twenty lengths is just a bit of warming up."
"Easy for you to say that" she answered. "You're not an old man yet. Not like me."
"Don't say that mum. You're so young yet, not even forty, and with all that gym training, you have a body to die for."
I should have bitten my tongue before saying that.
"Oh come on, you just want to make your old mum happy." She slapped my legs.
"Honestly mum... It's like you're this elfin creature. Not a teenager, but so attractive. All my friends think you're a milf."
"A milf huh? I kinda like that. And what do you think?" she asked.
"I think that I am lucky in having you as a mother, but not so lucky as having you as a woman. Because it means I cannot look at you the same way I look at a girl. It... uh... you turn me on."
"That's very nice of you to say so. Well, we all have needs and desires don't we?"
With those word she took my arms and wrapped them around her shoulders and her chest, snuggling into me. This had the effect of bringing my palms right above her breasts, and more importantly, her nipples.
I grazed them both at the same time and she sighed, presumably in pleasure. I apologized but instead, she just pressed my palms onto them again.
Taking the not so subtle hint, I rubbed them with my palms, exciting coursing through me as they hardened visibly.
"Please don't stop" she whispered.
I couldn't stop even if I wanted to. They were so warm and pliable. I rubbed her nipples, both of them at once, and she practically jumped out of the water at the sensations. She straightened out and floated to the surface, legs open for balance. I could see right down her body to her pussy, her clitoris dividing two plumpish lips. They excited me greatly, and I sighed as her nipples became as hard as pencil erasers.
Even though I did not know why, I stopped, feeling confused.
Mum let her legs down again, turned halfway towards me and cuddled.
"What's wrong sweetie? No need to be shy. We are both consenting adults. No harm is being done." Her concern was genuine.
I decided to come clean while avoiding the issue. Naturally, she was snuggled next to me with my bone poking at her tits.
"Mum. Steve and I gave blow jobs to each other today." Blam. Straight out.
She looked at me strangely and asked "Are you gay?"
"What? No. Hell no. Would what we are doing now considered to be gay material?"
"Why would you even be worried if you're gay?" mum asked. "Perfectly acceptable and not anything I would even think of looking down upon."
"Sorry. I have plenty of gay friends whom I think are great. No, I mean we're not gay. It just seemed a great idea at that time. We usually... we usually masturbate in the shower after a swim meet, and we just thought that having no sexual experience, it would be fun to try out."
She smiled at me then, caressing my face. "Well? Did you enjoy it or not?"
"I enjoyed every minute. And so did Steve." My answer was short.
"Then that's all that matters. As identical twins, you should be more connected than other people, and honestly, I don't see what all the fuss is about."
I let out my breath slowly. "Thanks for understanding mum. I love you so much."
"I love you too honey. But you better do something about this, or else I will" she admonished me as she grabbed my dick.
I jumped in delicious fright, hoping there was more. But she stood up, water streaming down, and since she was standing right in front of me, I saw her little pussy, all clean and shiny. She saw me staring at it and laughed.
"No hairs huh? Laser treatment. Ten grand of dad's money went down there. Like it?"
"I love it" I replied.
Unconsciously I put out my hand to touch her, then somehow came to my senses and stopped.
Mum noticed and moved slightly forward, nestling her pussy in my hand herself. I could hardly breathe as I touched my first live pussy. It was so warm and plump, and to me it felt like it had it's own heart-beat. I slipped my finger through the little slit, feeling a little bump, and mum fairly wailed as I realized I had touched her clitoris. I was practically dry mouthed as she pushed against my hand.
Suddenly we heard a car drive down the street beyond our high fence and it seemed as if the magic was lost. Mum hugged me and I felt true breasts against my chest, crushing me out and wanting to shout for joy.
"We'll continue this sometime" she promised.
What could have been something new for me, finally turned out to be a merest hint of something big in the future. For the moment I was happy to leave things as they are. Mum seemed to have an idea of what she needed.
She slipped on her white cotton robe, but I decided to walk in as I was.
"Should I talk about this with Steve? Or do you want it to be kept between us?"
"It would probably be best if you did. I don't want to have any secrets from you two. I've said many times you are the two men in my life. I see no need to change that. Not now, nor ever."
Her words were like magic. We hugged, and once again, my dick, already steel hard, grew even thicker as it rubbed against my mother's belly. She grabbed it again, and caressed my shaft.
I moaned as once again I felt the hands of somebody else on my penis.
"It would be better if you stopped. I'm on the edge." I had to warn her.
"No hurry. We'll get to this sometime, and it will be momentous" she replied.
"Don't you feel that this is all so wrong, somehow?" I asked slowly.
"It's been fifteen years since your dad died," mum whispered quietly,"I have seen you grow from babies, to boys to adults, my love growing stronger day by day. I am always so lonely, especially in bed, going to sleep alone. If this makes us all so happy, then so be it. I don't believe in God anyway, so considering this wrong does not even enter my mind. I guess it has been bubbling under the surface for so long, until it finally had to come out in the open. I am actually glad that this will come to pass. I need to be held, loved, appreciated like a woman, more than as a mother. I'm game if you are. But you are an adult now, and that choice rests with you."
I had no words to explain, so I just nodded quietly, hugging her again and this time making no pretense of pulling back. I enjoyed her body heat for a while before moving away again.
We made our way inside, clicking off the path light and setting the alarm. We lived in a safe neighborhood, but it didn't hurt to be careful. Steve was still soundly asleep. As happened many times, we left him there, covered with a throw-over. He usually got up around 2am for a pee, at which time he would make his way to bed.
I went upstairs, still with no clothes on, while mum walked behind me. Suddenly the sting of her palm on my backside was like a whip and I jumped in fright.
She laughed at my discomfort and as I turned round my dick hit her in the face. What was I thinking? My worries were dispelled as she laughed it off.
"Away with you, before I bite it off!" she admonished me.
I bit my tongue as I was going to reply that nothing would give me more pleasure, however, I must stress that at that point, it was purely horse-play. I wanted this to happen now, tonight, but again, thought it best if my mother took the lead.
True to form, when I woke up on Saturday, Steve was asleep in bed, the same bed I was in. I looked with bleary eyes at the little clock I had on the bedside table. Eleven. Wow. I turned for a little snooze and as I did, Steve also turned on his side, and I was now looking straight onto my brother's penis.
I hesitated before raising my arm and caressing it gently, aware of the smooth texture and its heavy feel in my hands. It wasn't hard, but just like I did, he seemed to have a permanent firmness to his penis that gave it weight.
A sharp breath at the door made me turn my head quickly, seeing mum, who had come to wake us up in all probability. She was still wearing the robe from last night, although it was open, baring her to my eyes.
"Keep going" she whispered.
As if it was going to wake my brother, who was a heavy sleeper.
I nodded and turned my face to his groin again. The head was nice and pink, inviting, soft and tender. I badly wanted to suck it again. Anything to grant me relief from the huge load of spunk I was sure to be holding in my balls.
I looked at mum, opened my mouth and popped Steve's flaccid dick in it. The feeling of power was as nothing I had ever imagined. I grew erect instantly, flicking away the bed-sheet, and opening my legs wide so that mum could see what I was doing.
I bobbed my head on him a few times, pulling at his soft penis as I nearly let it fall out of my mouth, and then going deep on my brother, who was still snoring away merrily.
I glanced at the door again, surprised to see mum rubbing her legs together, mashing her breasts with her hand. I beckoned to her to come closer, and she obeyed, moving on to the bed and sliding between my legs, my throbbing dick close to her face. I sucked on Steve's cock, relishing the texture and the semi-hardness he had. Mum's eyes were on my penis as it dribbled pre-cum from the tip.
She touched me again and grabbed hold of my dick. I nearly fainted with the erogenous pleasure of it. Finally I could take no more and as I deep throated my brother, I finally let loose and came with a vengeance. Three mighty spurts had roped their way over my mother, a great big glob landing in her hair, and the other two splashing on her breasts and tummy. I was embarrassed, but could have done nothing to prevent it.
"Oh my god" she said, and ran out of the room.
I let go of the penis I was still sucking on, and waited awhile before going to her room. I knocked and it was only a quiet 'Come in' that made me open the door. I would not dare of invading her private sanctum. I only hoped she had not thought it over again.
She was at her dressing table, entirely naked. I shivered as I saw her like that, dabbing away the remnants of my sperm from her hair. After all, I was still naked too.
"I'm sorry mum. I didn't mean it to happen. It was the build up from the pool yesterday, then this morning with Steve's dick, I couldn't resist. When you started masturbating me, it just sort of exploded. Please don't hate me. I couldn't live with that."
She smiled, stood up, and opened her arms to hug me, sparks flying as our bodies met, touching each other in places that were alien to us, and yet electrifying.
It felt so good. I looked down at her beautiful face, and as she looked into my eyes, pulled my face down until our lips met. An electric current flowed through us as we kissed. It definitely was no mother-son kiss. Our tongues met in a dance, and I felt as if my soul was being sucked out. Such was the intensity.
I have always loved my mother, and placed her firmly first in any endeavor where she needed help. This was something else however, and as we kissed, our hands roamed over each other's bodies. Her backside was a delight to me as I caressed and stroked her, raising my hands over her rib-cage and giving her the shivers. I finally arrived at her breasts again rubbing over her nipples. She shuddered, and it was only later that she told me that had had an orgasm.
Her hands roamed over my dick again, and I sighed in pleasure, hoping against hope that I wouldn't come too easily. Sadly it was not to be as she pulled away.
I kissed her lightly once more, then made my way to my room. Steve was still out for the count. I wondered how he could sleep that much.
I finally dressed and decided to clean up my room. It would have been unfair for mum to do that too, and around three, I had nearly everything done. My brother was finally up and moving, if a bit unsteadily. He didn't do too well after alcohol, although in truth he only had a couple of glasses of wine. That was good though. It mean he wouldn't be interested.
I wondered when would be the right time to tell him about mom and I, but thought that it could wait until midweek. Just then his phone rang and I answered for him.
"Hi, no it's Chris. Hi Brenda. He's in the shower at the moment... Yeah, I'll tell him to call. No. Hehe. I don't think he'll forget. Yeah, he did mention. Of course he's keen. Who wouldn't? OK, cu at school. Bye"
I called into the cubicle. "Yo bro! Brenda called, give her a buzz back."
"OK!" came his muffled reply. Wouldn't surprise me if he was beating his meat.
I took the trash bag downstairs, finding mum also doing chores in the kitchen, wearing her customary little yellow dress. I hugged her and she clung to me a bit. Hey, this was still on!
"Anything to throw in the bag?" I asked.
"Yeah I got another little bag. Put them both in the larger wheelie bin. The grey recycling bag can be left next to it."
I put the bags as instructed, and went back inside. Steve was sitting at the table, nursing a black coffee.
"Mum, I need to go out tonight. I'll probably be very late. Do you mind if I stay at Keith's house? Lives close to my date, don't want to bike back at midnight."
"It's okay honey, as long as I know where you are."
"Thanks, we're going to see the new Avengers movie, but we only managed to get tickets for the nine o' clock showing. It's over two hours long and I don't want to risk the streets at that time."
"Don't worry, it's not the first time you slept at friends' houses" she replied.
"I'd ask you to come with me Chris, but it's you know, kind of a date."
I laughed at his discomfort, waving his excuses away with a laugh.
"You go and enjoy yourselves. I have a couple of essays to write and hand in by Monday. They're not going to be easy."
I had a plan in my mind... But it definitely did not revolve around studying history.With Steve out on his date with Brenda, I decided to hit the little gym we had in the basement. We didn't have too much equipment there, just an orbital bike, a couple of standard bikes, and a weight bench. An assortment of weights and a tv made up the rest of the room.
Being less inclined to bulk-up, we only had smaller weights. Gaining weight was never on our mind. If anything, cutting was our forte. Thus we made plenty of repetitions using lighter dumb-bells.
Without a partner, I couldn't do barbell exercises anyway. Too risky. I needed a spotter, and Steve was somewhere frolicking away. I told mum I was hitting the bikes and she asked me if I minded her training with me. No objection obviously. I didn't even know why she asked, it's not as if the place was mine.
I rarely bothered with a shirt downstairs, opting to let the sweat flow and leave the AC off, however I would not be forcing myself too much today so I put a light tshirt on. Mom came down five minutes later having changed into her grey leggings and tight green top. By that time I had done a bit of stretching and warmed up decently. Watching mom do her warming up however precluded me from starting anything.
Finally she climbed on to the bike on my left and I linked the two via the bluetooth connection. This meant that we would be doing our exercises as if we were riding the same track. I'd never bothered to check, but I imagined they were quite expensive. They even had a link to an iPad where you took part in a race. Again, I never bothered to do that. I promised myself I would ask Steve. My technical knowledge didn't stretch that far. I knew how to use the main apps in a computer but never bothered to dig deep.
The training session began slowly, a 90rpm cadence that was slow and loose. I was aready warmed up and ready to unlesh hell on the poor bike, but knew that mum was slower than I was and her muscles not so warm.
The speed was just right to allow us to talk with a slight puff to our conversation. I wondered why mum had not opted to potter around the house setting things straight, then hit the gym in the early evening to pass the time with her friends... or what I called 'sports widows'. Today this naturally left the evening free for her to peruse any of her hobbies, or indulge in some binge tv-watching.
It didn't matter at all to me anyway, since the last days had become a bit of an eye opener for us and for some reason, had opened up a calmness to our life I never knew was missing. I cannot explain it really. It's not as if there was any tension at all. Actually, most of the time we were not in each other's presence.
Despite her not being employed, mum was an activist in so many charities that she was only very fleetingly at home in the mornings. She was even a helper in a couple of church-groups, which puzzled me as she has never ever shown any interest in religion. Well, I actually think she once said 'A total waste of time'... but I guess she loved to help with kids.
But since our subsequent foray into mother-sons love, or affection, it seemed as if we were suddenly looking into a new era of natural bonding and calmness. I was content to go with the flow.
Sometimes when you are biking indoors, these things come into your mind and you start drifting mentally away, blissfully unaware of the conditions around you, slipping quietly into the zone as your mind takes over your body and flies free to allow you time to think while your actions are done automatically... It is frightening to have that happen to me when I am on the bike, and suddenly I wake up to find that I am miles and miles away from home and I wonder... how the fuck did I get here?
A gasp brought me out of that reverie, and I looked sharply to my right at mum who was flushed red in the face and signalling me to slow down. I looked down at my cardiometer, horrified to find that I had slipped into race mode and was pedalling like a man possessed.
"Ooops... Sorry. I didn't realize I had gone into race mode. Sometimes I think too much about other things not related to what I'm doing and I lose track. Let's warm down a bit."
My shirt was totally soaked, practically dripping, and without breaking my pedalling, stripped it off me. In the mirror I could see that my body was gleaming wet with my sweat. It gave me such a thrill to see that I was doing so much good. Looking at mum in the mirror as well, she was sweaty as could be, and she surprised me by taking off her top too. The little green shirt joined my sodden one between the bikes, and I grinned at this sudden change of events.
For all her old-woman protestations, mum was truly a beautiful woman. She was still a slight person, very petite slime frame. Her breasts stood proudly, two smallish globes topped by very pink nipples which stood to attention, glistening with sweat, very erect.
I groaned as I imagined my lips curled around those beauties. It is astonishing how men are so easily drawn to what are, in effect, mammary glands meant to nourish newborn children. I am no expert as I have mentioned before, but I know beauty when I see it. Mum's breasts were just that. Beautiful. Not a sag or a bounce as she continued pedalling on the bike.
I felt a constriction in my pants, and had hardly realized that I already was at full mast. I adjusted my length down my shorts, knowing that my penis could easily slip out my shorts. Mum looked and laughed at my obvious discomfort.
"How did we get to this in a couple of days?" I asked her.
"This what?" mum replied.
"Well. This. Me, you, shirtless. It would be okay for me, but aren't you aware of the effect this is having on your son? It's not normal for sure."
"I know. But I like it. It's so liberating. I love you both. I need love. Not only maternal love, which you two provide amply. But physical love. I want to be held, and kissed and loved. But I'm also afraid of what I could find. I have thought about this over many months. I have forgotten the number of times I've come to wake you up on the morning and find you naked in your beds with the covers on the floor.
Do you think it was the fairy who covered you up? Hell no. It was me. And now that we are in full confession mode, I have something to say which might shock you."
I mumbled that I could hardly hear anything which might shock me more than where this was heading. But I did.
"I took photos of you while you were asleep. Well, photos of your cocks actually. And I masturbated to them."
If there was anything else, that surely wasn't exactly what I was expecting. I stopped pedalling altogether.
"What? When? How long have you been doing this?" I was shocked, although not unhappy that this was happening.
"Remember your eighteenth birthday party? Yours and Steve's? It was the next day. You were both consenting adults by then."
I spluttered with laughter at her boldness. In reality, I would hardly call sleeping people consenting. Of age, certainly, but not consenting.
"Chris. I'm forty. I'm desperate. And I have this love for you both that I cannot understand. It goes beyond what is deemed normal. If you think it not right, I will pick up that shirt, put it on, and make no more moves about this. I want it badly to happen. But I also want YOU both to want it to happen."
It was at that point in time that I knew I wanted this... weirdness.. to continue. Sure, it was wrong, or else, it was drummed into us that it was wrong, but try telling that to an eighteen year old whose raging hormones would provide an erection to every woman on the street.
Instead of talking, I simply got down from the bike, pulled my bare-breasted mother against me, hot sweaty bodies mingling, feeling her nipples, hard rubbery nubs tight against me, and kissed her deeply. I drank from her soul, and it felt just right. My erection had returned in full force and I ground it against her mound as we kissed passionately.
I picked her up and carried her over to our exercise mats, where we sank down onto the soft rubber, panting. Our hands were all over each other, and as mum grabbed my hard cock, I cupped her cunt over her grey leggings. Definitely wet. Definitely hot. And willing.
It seemed that her heat was as urgent as mine. Grabbing my shorts by the sides, she pulled them down and my dick slapped against my stomach in protest. She engulfed me and sucked me hard. I have no yardstick on which to compare, but it was amazing. She blew me expertly, and I had to struggle to take my cock out of her mouth. I wanted to have my cherry busted by mum. But I also wanted that first time to come inside her too. There is no need to mention that birth control never even entered my mind.
It was simply incredible the way she was able to get me all in her mouth, and probably down her throat. I had no misconception about my size. I wasn't big. I was a very ordinary slightly less than six inches. A size which, at that moment however, was hard enough to break rocks with.
"Calm down. Please. I don't want to come so quickly."
Mum's response was to pull me once, twice, further into her mouth before relinquishing hold of me. A string of spittle stretched between her lips and my cock before breaking and falling onto her leggings, shining beneath the spotlight.
"God I want you so bad," she panted.
I wanted her too. I wanted to taste that sweet nectar so many write about on literotica. Picking her up easily, I walked to the bench press , set her down on the bench and slowly pulled her grey leggings down. I could see they were damp at the crotch, and the smell of musk and sex filled the air. It was intoxicating. Her little slit came into view. It was absolutely beautiful. So smooth, slick, inviting.
Many prefer full labia lips on which to suck. I preferred the 'innie' look. It gave an air of innocence to a pussy.
I inhaled sharply as she opened her legs slightly to allow me to remove her bottoms, the pinkish inside coming into view. So inviting. I looked up at her to see her eyes closed to mere slits. Anticipation was clearly on her cheeks, warm and red.
I parted and rested mum's legs on the barbell supports, spread-eagled below me, and I simply dove in to savour her delights. If I thought all women tasted good, then I was blown away. Mum tasted like the best nectar nature could provide. My tongue snaked between her butt cheeks straight up to her cunny. Her clitoris was extending, growing, changing shape in front of my eyes. I grabbed that little nubbin of flesh with my lips and sucked it much like one would with a popsicle.
The woman beneath me, in my sex-crazed mind, was no longer my mother, but simply a beautiful woman who needed release, and needed to be fucked. I slipped my tongue in her love canal, spearing it in and out like a smaller cock.
She wailed and grabbed my hair as an instant orgasm reached her. The flash of pain in my head was nothing compared to what I imagined she was feeling. That was when I remembered a favourite move by porn stars. I inserted my middle finger in her pussy, weeting it thouroughly before moving it down to her asshole, and pushed it inside.
Mum moaned again, as her legs tightened around me, humping my hand for all her worth, as she orgasmed over and over again. With a final grunt, she lay back, eyes closed and breathing hard. I was still naked and with such a hard-on I had never envisaged. As she lay there, I sat on the bench just below her pussy, nestled my cock-head against her opening, and swiftly pushed inside, unmindful of the need of women needing to adjust to size. As befitted my virgin state, I didn't stop until all my six inches were inside her.
She suddenly screamed and lay still. For one brief terrifying moment, I thought I had killed her. But she started moving again, milking me slowly. I saw stars as I fought briefly against an impending orgasm.
Mum wrapped her legs around my backside, pulling me further inside and urging me to "let it go, let it go". The explosion which started around my balls, culminating in a huge dollop of cum straight in her cunny was one I had never experienced. It was so intense that I could hardly breathe as I ground my teeth and pushed and pushed and pushed.
After four long spurts, I was heaving and sobbing with emotion. It was my mother, but I had never felt such a bond with anyone. I lost all control of my body and slumped on her, just managing to hold from crushing her by extending my arms.
Getting up, I staggered onto the other mat. My cock was still dribbling cum slightly, still very erect. I could see mum's pussy leaking. I was not surprised. It was the end of innocence.
Another three minutes passed before we were coherent enough to form sentences from words which had meaning.
"Thank you," mum whispered. "That was amazing."
"The feeling's mutual. That was out of this world. I can't feel anything although my cock is still erect."
Suddenly, the door-bell rang, and we were wakened out of our reverie.
I stood up quickly, still very unsteady. Visitors to our home were few and far in between.
"Are you expecting anyone?" I asked mom.
Her face clouded before her eyes opened wide in recollection. "Your grandparents! I'd forgotten."
"Shit!" I replied. "We need to stall them."
"I'll grab my clothes and run to the shower. Pretend I was washing. Don't answer the door immediately. Make out as if you were on the bike with headphones. Let them call you on your cell-phone." Mum was definitely quick on her feet.
I wiped my dick on her leggings, eliciting little protest. It was then a simple matter of pulling on my shirt and shorts. Mum kissed me briefly before fleeing upstairs to her shower suite. I jumped on the bike and cycled like mad.
Sure enough, my cell phone buzzed, and I relaxed on the bike before answering, huffing and puffing. "Hey grandpa..."
"Where the fuck are you?" Grandpa was not one who was known to mince his words. "We've been ringing the doorbell for nothing for ages."
"I'm in the basement, working out. How could I hear the door with my headphones on? No. I don't know how mum hasn't heard that din you're making either. Let me come up and open up."
I grinned as I got off the bike and went upstairs. Trust my grandparents to come when they weren't wanted.
Taking the stairs three at a time, I reached the front door and yanked it open, greeting my grandfather and grandmother, who came in dragging their travel luggage with them. That could only mean one thing. They were staying the night.
"Mum!" I hollered.
"In the damned shower" came her reply.
"OK! Keep your hair on." I replied.
"No wonder nobody heard us," said grandma.
I loved my grandparents, honestly. They were such a support to us when we lost dad.
"Hello dear," said my grandma as she hugged me briefly, keeping her distance as I smelled of sweat. "Oof. You do smell strongly."
"Been working out. I'm not supposed to smell of soap and lavender."
Grandpa clapped me on the back. "That's good son. Keep away from the flab. We're here for the weekend, as we promised mum."
I could barely nod as I realized that our new-found love would have to wait a bit more before being explored fully...