Chapter 2800 - @3

After we showered, we convened in Mom's bedroom. We were ready ten minutes before the appointed time. Mom's hair showed signs of dampness from her shower. She wore the blue robe Charlotte had worn during our encounter. Mom chirped, "I'm ready to meet your Cleopatra. What do you think?"

She twirled around and displayed her shapely body. I kissed her and ran my hand into her robe to cup one of her bare breasts. The other hand searched and found her hairy mound. After I drug my fingers through her slit, I said, "Mom, no panties, and your pussy is wet. You're looking forward to this, aren't you?"

Her hand found my stiff prick and replied, "You too, I see. You know when to make your appearance. Remove your robe and wait in your closet."

Doing an about-face, I marched toward the door. Before I reached it, Mom yelled, "Mike!" When I looked at her, she was pointing at Dad's closet. "Unless you want to remain in your old room tonight," she chuckled.

Grinning at my misunderstanding, I went to Dad's previous wardrobe and opened the doors. The chair from Mom's closet was there, and anything that Dad owned was gone. Our sleeping arrangements had changed for the better. I looked at her and exclaimed, "I love my new closet!"

She did an eye-roll, while I hung up my robe and positioned myself. When the doorbell rang a few minutes later, Mom left to answer it. I heard Charlotte stammer, "Good afternoon. I'm Mrs. Wilson, the minister's wife. I had a meeting scheduled with Mike. You must be..."

Mom cut her off with, "I'm his mother, Megan. He's not here, but please come in. Time slipped away from me, and my shower ran late. Let's go into my bedroom, and we'll talk while I finish my hair."

Charlotte's voice squeaked with nervousness. "I'm sorry to have missed him. I can reschedule for a later date."

"No, it's alright. When Mike informed me you were coming to see him, I sent him to the park. I want to discuss something without him here. Come and sit."

Hearing no movement, I knew Charlotte had frozen. The wife of the man she had an affair with wanted to talk to her. She knew this could quickly turn into an uncomfortable confrontation.

Mom recognized her hesitation and comforted her, "Don't worry, I won't bite. You did me a tremendous favor, and I don't know how I'll ever repay you. My deadbeat husband is out of my life, and I'm grateful. I don't want to talk about him anyway. It's Mike I'm concerned about."

Peering through the slats, I noticed Charlotte's dress was skimpier than the conservative clothes she wore last time. She was ready to fuck a young man, not converse with his angry mother. Mom sat in a padded chair facing the bed and motioned for Charlotte to sit on the edge of her bed. From my angle, I could see Charlotte checking out Mom's exposed flesh. She had to remember she had worn that same robe when I groped her body.

Charlotte was understandably nervous and stammered, "Megan, I want you to know how sorry I am about my affair with your husband. It was wrong, and I should have never believed him when he convinced me you two were separated. When I heard about your proceedings, I tried to make amends by agreeing to assist you with your divorce."

Mom's wide smile eased Charlotte's stiff posture. "The list you provided was of great help. I'm glad we didn't have to make you testify. I didn't want you to suffer in the process, and I don't fault you for it. You were a victim of my husband's adulterous relationships."

Charlotte replied, "I didn't know if it held any value. All I know is that a list of old, rich men with secrets can often be useful. I'm glad it worked out. How is Mike doing? You mentioned you wanted to have a conversation about him."

Mom scooted closer, now that she had gained Charlotte's confidence. "Yes, he was depressed before you worked with him, and now his attitude has greatly improved. I wanted to thank you for your great counseling."

Charlotte sighed with relief. It looked like an enraged wife would not kill her. "It was nothing. As the minister's wife, I help people work through stressful situations. I do my best, and it makes me proud when I can improve a situation."

Mom paused while staring at Charlotte's face, and softly asked, "Do you mind if I touch your hair? It's beautiful. I can see why Mike was so enamored with it." Mom raised her hand and ran her fingers through Charlotte's shiny-black locks.

"He's right. It's as silky and fine as it looks," Mom cooed. Running her hand to the back of Charlotte's head, she massaged her scalp. After a minute, she pulled her hand back and murmured, "You are stunning. No wonder they call you Cleopatra."

Charlotte laughed and sputtered, "It used to bother me because the Egyptian queen wasn't attractive. My female acquaintances who call me Cleopatra admit it's because of my likeness to Cher from the movie. They insist I maintain this look because they adore her greatly. It doesn't negatively affect me anymore."

"I thought the same thing," Mom laughed. "I never looked her up in a history book, but the cut and style of your hair look exactly like Cher's did in the movie. Your facial features are much prettier, and your body is far sexier."

"Thank you so much," Charlotte swooned. "When your son described you, I assumed he was exaggerating. Now that I've seen how beautiful you are, I know why he is obsessed with you. It must be difficult for a young, healthy man to live in the same house with such a desirable mother."

It was Mom's turn to blush. I silently chuckled, as it appeared Charlotte had turned the tables and was seducing Mom.

Never missing an opportunity, Mom proceeded with her original plan. "Mike explained a portion of his treatment, and I'm interested in knowing what happened. He said you kissed him as some sort of test. Could you kiss me in the same manner to demonstrate? Unless it's against church policy or you don't like to kiss women."

Mom's face pleaded for attention, and Charlotte feigned a professional response. "It's my duty to assist whenever possible. I see no harm in it If there's the possibility that it'll improve your relationship with your son."

Charlotte leaned forward, and before making contact, Mom guided Charlotte's hands to her bare thighs. "Use my legs to keep your balance." Charlotte's hands squeezed Mom's flesh while connecting with Mom's lips.

Their eyes closed; Charlotte pulled off after ten seconds. Mom remained in position and pursed her lips. Charlotte connected again, lasting twice as long. Charlotte's face flushed while her hands tightly gripped Mom's thighs.

Mom opened her eyes and purred, "I hope he kissed you that way. It was pleasant and exactly how a son should kiss his mother. May I demonstrate how he told me you kissed him?"

Charlotte croaked, "Sure, if it'll help."

Mom ran her hand through Charlotte's scalp again and pulled her head close. When their mouths touched, Mom swirled her tongue between her lips and ran it across Charlotte's lips. After several laps, she opened her mouth and snaked her tongue inside Charlotte's mouth while clasping her head. Charlotte's eyes flew open to stare into Mom's lustful gaze - the same as hers. Neither attempted to pull back while they French-kissed.

After several minutes, Mom pulled back, the motion causing her robe to show more breast flesh. Charlotte panted, and before she could object, Mom stroked Cleo's legs. "He was right when he said your legs were smooth and soft. He wouldn't tell me if mine were satisfactory. Could you check them?"

Charlotte didn't need further coaxing; her hands explored Mom's upper legs. Mom's hemline barely hid her hairy bush; Charlotte's fingers inched higher. After several minutes, Mom said, "When Mike reviewed the process with me, I wore my evening lingerie. The distraction made it hard for him to concentrate. Would you mind wearing it, so I can demonstrate?"

Charlotte croaked, "Of course. Where is it?"

Mom slumped in her chair and pointed at her nightie. "Over there. I never wear a bra under it," she beamed and spread her legs apart. By the looks of Charlotte's widening eyes, I knew Mom's groin was in full view.

I laughed inwardly, observing Mom mimicking my seduction technique. Charlotte didn't care; she was horny and would do whatever it took to satisfy her sexual urges.

Charlotte rose, picked up Mom's nightie, and disappeared into the bathroom. My prick jerked when she reappeared, wrapped in Mom's see-through baby doll. Braless and fresh from observing Mom's lewd display, Charlotte had elected to forego panties. Mom stood and met her, holding her at arm's length while she examined Charlotte's luscious features.

"Your body is flawless and very sexy. No wonder Mike has such a crush on you. He won't stop talking about his counseling session. Do you want me to show you what else he did?"

"Please, Megan," Charlotte gasped. Mom hugged her and locked her mouth on Charlotte's again. After their panting escalated, Mom's hand cupped Charlotte's covered breast. Charlotte groaned, but rather than pull Mom's hand away, she snaked hers in Mom's robe and kneaded Mom's breast. They explored each other's bodies while they disrobed. As soon as they were both nude, they hugged tightly, their meaty breasts squishing out the sides. They humped their hips against each other.

I couldn't differentiate who was moaning louder. The horny women gripped each other's ass cheeks while squeezing and pulling their nude bodies tightly together. Mom gushed, "I want to see your cross."

Charlotte replied, "Cross? I didn't wear my necklace."

"No," Mom answered. "Your pussy cross."

Charlotte's face reddened while backing away from Mom, displaying her groin. Mom laid on the bed with her head towards the bottom and said, "Up here. I want to see it up close."

Charlotte hopped up on the bed and quickly lowered her soaking-wet, pubic mound onto Mom's mouth. She shrieked with pleasure as Mom wasted no time exploring the queen's treasure. Charlotte reciprocated and dove into Mom's gash. They slurped on each other's slots as if they had been lovers for years. They spread their legs wide for better access. Mom wouldn't last much longer; it was my cue to act.

No one noticed me when I opened the door and moved to the bottom of the bed. Mom looked up at me; her lust-filled eyes signaling it was time. Easing onto our bed, I brought my prick near Mom's sucking mouth. She pulled back, and I immediately sunk my cock into Charlotte's slick channel. While gripping her hips, I drove my stiff prick to the bottom until my balls slapped against her mound.

Charlotte gasped and struggled to breathe from the sudden intake of cock. Not giving her a chance to respond, I hammered her fast and furious. In retaliation, she clamped onto Mom's clit and squeezed, causing Mom's orgasm to commence. As Charlotte slurped up Mom's juices, her pussy convulsed on my rod. When her orgasm subsided, I removed my still-hard prick. Mom had previously warned me not to climax too early.

Mom rolled away, and Charlotte flopped to the bed, turning face-up. "Jesus!" Cleo screamed. "That was something. I normally can't cum so quickly. Mike, I take it you've successfully dealt with your sinful desires for your mother?"

"Sort of, but I find it hard to control when I see you."

Charlotte grinned. "It's clear why you're involved with your beautiful mother, but where do I fit in?"

Mom answered, "You played a key role in helping us connect physically. When I witnessed your mother-son role-playing, I decided to express my love for my son. There is something else you could do for me. Mike, lie on the bed. I want your queen to show me how to quickly orgasm while maintaining your hardness."

"You know me. Anything to help," I giggled. Mom wasted no time and sat on my face as soon as I was flat on the bed. Her leaking pussy smashed against my mouth while her thighs clamped against my ears. I could barely hear what they were discussing through Mom's soft flesh. Charlotte descended on my pole as she began her lesson.

"Move your body from side to side and front to back until his cock scrapes a sensitive spot," she demonstrated while fucking my shaft. I didn't dare move or assist her because I knew I'd blow. "The wonderful feature about a man's prick is that you can't break it." She moved far to one side to illustrate.

Mom's crevice continuously leaked while I tongue fucked her. When Charlotte found the perfect angle, she humped my rod, maintaining pressure on her erogenous zones. Mom squealed, "Here I am with my son munching on my pussy while staring at a church cross fucking my son. Do I get credit for attending service?"

Charlotte laughed but didn't respond, nearing her orgasm. Mom continued, "How far past your cross arms does his prick go? It's a helpful measuring device."

Charlotte grunted, "Further than any man has gone. And my lesson is complete. I'm cumming!"

She climaxed again while I remained still. My pubic hair became matted with her flowing juices. After she finished, she slowly pulled off, causing my prick to plop obscenely onto my stomach. Mom rose and called, "My turn. Switch!"

I couldn't believe Mom's enthusiasm for sex. It just didn't sit well with the Mom I previously knew. She was like a different person, a much more vibrant and exciting woman.

Charlotte slowly moved over and planted her dripping box on my open mouth. I lightly licked her outer lips, knowing she would still be sensitive. Mom's slick slit descended on my rod. Using the same technique, she rode me like a bronco, with Charlotte encouraging her the entire time. It wasn't ten minutes later when Mom chanted, "Here I go. We have lift off!" Mom's pussy clamped hard and flooded my groin with her cream.

Pulling off, she moved up my chest and kissed Charlotte. They hugged and cemented their newfound friendship. Mom pulled Charlotte off and pushed her to the bed. She locked eyes with her and said, "It's time for my son to pay his respect to our queen. He's going to give you the gift of life."

Charlotte spread her legs, presenting an open invitation. The mouth of her vulva was stretched, wet, and ready to accept my girth without foreplay. I rammed to the bottom and fucked her hard. Knowing I had my work cut out, I tried everything to bring her up fast. She spread her knees out wide to give me more access. I hit bottom with each stroke. Feeling a hand snake between our bodies, I knew Mom wanted to help. Charlotte wildly thrashed her hips when Mom rubbed her engorged clit. Sensing we were both ready, Mom removed her hand and moved behind us.

As a blob of sperm shot out, my swollen head collided with her cervix, triggering Charlotte's orgasm. My cock pumped a steady stream of cum into her sopping slot. Her snug snatch milked every ounce of precious juice. We fucked until we were both spent. Pulling my cum-coated cock out of her satisfied pussy, I rolled to her side and hugged her. We silently enjoyed the post-coital bliss of our connection.

Mom strolled around to the side with her phone in her hand. "Best creampie video ever. You two were wonderful."

Charlotte gasped, "You recorded us? Why?"

Mom replied, "Don't worry, it's not going anywhere. I'll explain everything later. Who knows? It might be a record of when you became impregnated."

Charlotte grinned and confessed, "It might have already happened. I never took a pill. The idea of your son planting a baby in me gave me a thrill I haven't experienced in years. Selfishness might have had a hand in it as well. In my mind, I hoped there would be a greater chance he'd want to fuck the mother of his child. In solving Mike's problem, I've developed my own. I'm addicted to your son's prick."

Mom smiled and replied, "Don't worry. I'm afraid we'll need to schedule many more mother-and-son counseling sessions. We're a mess, and you'll have to spend time with us."

Charlotte's expression couldn't have shown more joy. After we showered and dressed, they prepared dinner. They quickly became best friends while chatting, during and after our meal. After our parting goodbyes, Mom and I snuggled on the couch for another hour before retiring. We slept nude and were so exhausted that we quickly fell asleep.

*****

My dreams shifted around the three sexy women in my life, ending with Charlotte riding my stiff prick. Slowly waking up, I knew why - Mom had impaled herself on my upright pole.

She greeted me when she noticed my eyelids flutter. "Good morning, sleepyhead. It's about time you appreciated your mother showering you with attention."

"Best morning wake-up ever," I chuckled. Mom's tits jiggled when she shifted back and forth to find the position she sought. A loud and long groan escaped when she scraped her sensitive areas with the top of my shaft. I gripped her hips and thrust up, causing her to gasp. Five more humps and her pussy coated my prick with her orgasmic honey. Once finished, she continued to hump so I could come. She lowered herself so I could latch onto a nipple. I was quickly building up, and when I was ready to blow, she leaned over, smashing her chest against mine.

She hoarsely croaked, "Don't move. Let me finish you."

Her mouth locked with mine and our bodies ceased moving. Suddenly, I felt her cunt squeeze my shaft. After a quick release, she vice-gripped my prick again. She wanted to bring me off using her snapping pussy. She continued to milk my prick until my cock rewarded her with my load of cum. Each time her walls squeezed, a blob of sperm squirted from my shaft. After she drained me, her muscles relaxed. Her spent body melded with mine.

Panting, she whispered, "Don't expect a repeat of that soon. It was exhausting, but I had to know whether I could do it."

"You still have it, Mom. You're the best fuck ever. I'll make it up to you and prepare breakfast."

When we finished eating, I cleaned the kitchen while Mom watched me with the same interest I did with her. I pulled her out of her chair and kissed her. "What's next, Mom? I wouldn't mind a full day in bed with my beautiful mother."

"Not today," she replied. "In case you forgot, your sister needs your attention today. But first, we're moving."

I had forgotten all about Mary. Additionally, I had no idea what we were going to move. Mom noticed my confused look and said, "Don't you want to relocate to your new bedroom? I won't invite you again," she taunted.

"Just when I thought the day couldn't get any better. Good thing you mentioned Mary. I'll send her a note. Two this afternoon sound good?"

Mom briefly thought and answered, "Let's make it four. I want her to be nice and horny. She will receive the same thank you gift we gave your queen."

"You're going to seduce your daughter? We're going to have to bring Charlotte back for more therapy. We're one sinful family."

While I waited for my computer to come alive, Mom added, "Make up an excuse to be absent. I want some alone time to bond with Mary. Absent, as in waiting in the closet."

Nodding, I laughed at the thought of waiting in the dark while Mom seduces another hot woman. After composing a brief note, I dispatched it to my sister.

Mary,

Let's meet up today. Can you come here at four? I'll be a little late, but Mom wants to talk to you.

Mikey

While I waited for her reply, I carried several loads of clothes into my new bedroom. The closet was more than big enough to store my items. Hearing the computer ping with a message on one trip, I stopped to read Mary's reply.

Mikey,

I'm still a little uncomfortable around Mom with what I did. Can you send me a message when you arrive? You've left me in a horny state. Will we have time together or can you come back to my apartment? I miss you so much!

Mary

Knowing she was waiting for my reply, I typed out my answer and replied.

Mary,

You'll be fine. Mom is in a fragile state and needs our support. Remember when you told me you'd obey both her and me? Stick to your promise and do everything you can to help. We'll deal with your condition when I get home. I don't need to tell you, but don't wear any panties so we can be quick if needed. I miss you too, Pumpkin.

Mikey

I laughed and wished I could have witnessed her reaction when she read my Pumpkin reference. She quickly replied.

Mikey,

1. You need a different nickname for me. lol

2. You're right about supporting Mom. I'll be there on time and will do anything she asks of me.

3. You owe me a thorough fucking.

Off to work now for a few hours. See you later.

Mary

Satisfied with my conversation with my sister, I continued to transfer my belongings. I concentrated on hauling, while Mom arranged my items. I knew it wasn't about control, although her motherly instinct would remain forever. She loved folding and putting away my clothes.

By the time we finished, it was lunchtime. After a light meal, we walked to the park to enjoy the fresh air. Several hours later, we returned home. Mary's arrival was quickly approaching, so we began preparing. My job was easy. All I had to do was remove my clothes. Mom finished dressing and modeled her outfit for me.

"Not wearing your robe or nightie, Mom?" Her blouse was tight, but she wore a bra, so it wasn't overly flirtatious. Her skirt was short and showed off her shapely legs.

Mom searched my face for approval, and when she saw me smile, she said, "It looks like you approve. Mary distanced herself from me when I stopped by her apartment. She's going to be harder to seduce than Charlotte."

Holding her to me, I replied, "She's horny and will do anything you ask. She promised me."

Caressing the side of her face, I brushed her soft hair to the back. "She knows our poor mother is distraught and needs a lot of consoling," I giggled.

Mom smiled and kissed me. "You're so supportive. I hope you're right because it's time for her to arrive."

Before I closed the door, I said, "Mom, she won't be wearing panties."

Mom grinned and replied, "Good, we'll have matching outfits."

*****

When Mary arrived, Mom promptly led her to our bedroom, where two chairs faced each other. After they sat, Mary broke down and cried, "I'm sorry for everything, Mom. I made such a mess of things. I don't know what came over me."

Mom wiped the tears away and said, "Don't blame yourself. It wasn't your fault. I know what you're going through, and I understand perfectly. You're fine now. We'll take care of you."

"Really, Mom? You're not mad?"

Mom placed her hands on Mary's legs and soothingly stroked them. "Of course not, Mary. When I was your age, I longed for companionship. If anything, It's my fault. You inherited my sex drive."

Mary hugged Mom, relief overwhelming her. Mom pleaded, "You should move in here with your brother and me. You ventured out on your own too early."

Mary smiled and replied, "I'd love to come back, Mom. I haven't saved anything, and I've been lonely."

"It'll be better after you return. If you have the urge to go out on the prowl, I'll have Mike stay in your room all night to protect you."

Mary's face beamed wide, imagining her brother with her all night. "Yes, Mom. I'd feel better knowing he's here to care for me."

Her daughter's posture relaxed, as she became more comfortable; Mom was ready to advance. "Mary, Mike told me your father wouldn't touch your breasts. Is there a reason men aren't attracted to them?"

Mary blushed and replied, "Mom, that's a little personal. They're fine."

Mom continued, "Let me check them and verify there's nothing physically wrong." When her fingers began unbuttoning her daughter's blouse, Mary's hand gripped her mother's. She exclaimed, "Mom, you're going too far. I'm too old for you to undress me."

"I understand; you're embarrassed. You shouldn't be in front of your mother. To prove it, I'll remove mine first." When Mom shucked her blouse, Mary gasped at the sight of Mom's silky lingerie, barely containing Mom's full breasts. Reaching around herself, Mom unsnapped and removed her bra, freeing her full, rounded tits. Her hard, dark-brown nipples were noticeably excited.

Mary gazed at her mom's chest, allowing her mother to finish removing her own blouse. Mary's pink bra barely hid her nipples. She shivered when Mom unsnapped and removed her daughter's delicate undergarment. Mary's breasts were smaller than her mother's but were firm and perky.

After looking them over, Mom croaked, "They look fine. Have you checked for lumps?"

Mary stuttered, "No, I didn't think it was necessary since I'm so young."

"Nonsense. All women need to know how to self-examine. Let me show you." Mary jerked when Mom cupped her breasts. She ran her hands around as if checking for abnormalities and ended on her nipples, lightly squeezing them. Mary gasped while her mother kneaded her breasts. Mom's breath was as rapid as her daughter's. Mom murmured, "Tell me if your nipples are sensitive." Mom's mouth latched onto one of Mary's tips while her fingers toyed with the other.

Mary groaned with pleasure, her excitement level quickly increasing. Mom switched to the other nipple, sucking and squeezing her areolas. When Mom pulled off, Mary was past being subtle. "Let me practice with you," she croaked.

Mary eagerly kneaded and massaged her mother's globes. There was no pretense of examining them as she caressed Mom's pliant flesh. She locked onto one of her mother's engorged nipples. Mom pulled Mary's head close and purred, "Nurse from me, sweetie. Suck your Mommy's titties like you did as a child. You're home and safe again."

After feasting for ten minutes, Mary pulled back and asked, "Mommy, your breasts are fuller. Will mine still grow?"

"They're perfect as they are now. Your's will become a little larger when carrying a child, whenever that may happen."

Mom read Mary's face and exclaimed, "You're pregnant?"

Mary's expression was one of fear, regretting her admission. She replied, "Maybe, I'm not sure."

"Someone you love?"

"Of course, Mom. I've wanted to be with him for a long time."

Mom's sudden hug surprised Mary. Their bare breasts mashed together while they consoled each other. Pulling back, Mom said, "I'm so happy for you." She gently kissed her daughter. Their mouths opened while grinding their lips together. While they French-kissed, Mom's hand slithered up Mary's legs and found her slippery slit.

Mary groaned while her mother fingered her gash. Mom's stiff digits slid in and out, fucking her daughter. Mary couldn't hold back any further and stuttered, "I'm cumming, Mommy!"

After Mary's body ceased convulsing, Mom's hand stopped but remained lodged in Mary's horny slot. "Relax, Honey. You've been under more stress than you should be. Your pussy is so smooth. Should I shave before I date again?"

Mary struggled to breathe and replied, "If someone loves you enough, it won't matter. Some men prefer unshaven."

Mom released her daughter and rose. Removing her skirt, she presented her hairy bush to her daughter. Crawling onto the bed, she spread her legs and begged, "Come look closer and tell me if a man would like my pussy."

Mary wasted no time removing her skirt and moving between her mother's legs. She played with Mom's engorged lips before pulling them apart, revealing her pink interior. "Your pussy is lovely, Mom. The heart shape is especially nice. It's a perfect expression of love. No need to change anything." She giggled, "Let me make certain your cum is tasty."

She plastered her face to Mom's crotch and ran her tongue over her sensitive areas. Mom moaned while her daughter pleasured her. Mary was relentless and determined to bring Mom to an orgasm. Minutes later, Mom's hips humped, and her body stiffened, releasing her nectar. After cleaning her mother, Mary smacked her lips and said, "Your pussy juice was tasty, Mom. It looks like you needed to relieve your stress, too."

Mom rose and pulled her daughter to her for a kiss. Rolling off the bed, she motioned for Mary to lie down. Moving between her daughter's spread legs, she kissed her way along Mary's thighs. "It's time to eat my first, smooth, hairless pussy."

Mary yelped when Mom's mouth made contact. Mom slurped and tongued her daughter as Mary had done to her. When Mary's groaning became steady, Mom raised her ass in the air and spread her knees - my signal to join them. It wasn't possible for a sneaky entrance since Mary had a clear view of the closet. When I opened the door, Mary's glazed eyes looked over and observed my exit.

"Look! My brother is coming out of the closet." We laughed while I made my way behind Mom. Her snatch was slick with juices from her daughter's workout. When my cock sank to the bottom, I quickly pulled back and drove to the bottom again. Holding her hips steady, I pounded her while she continued to suck Mary's slot.

Mom sensed I would not last long from the exciting situation. She pulled off Mary and pushed me back until my prick popped clear. Moving to the side, she said, "Fuck her good, Mikey. Give your sister what she desires most."

I knew how to bring her off fast so we could achieve synchronous orgasms. Pushing her knees to the sides of her breasts like I did the first time we fucked, I rammed my prick to the hilt. She screamed with pleasure while I fucked her hard and fast. Her eyes filled with lust. She croaked, "You're fucking our mother?"

"I was, but now I'm fucking you," I bantered. Before my sister could speak, I kissed her. Her elevated hips were in the perfect position for my prick. She writhed and humped her pelvis to meet mine while we rutted. Mom left the bed and moved behind us.

Blood rushed into my prick, enlarging it even more. "Here comes a load of hot sperm. Get ready."

"Seed me, Mikey. I'm cumming on your cock."

My balls ejected a blob of cum and splashed her walls. Her pussy contracted in return when she experienced her orgasm. A full tank of sperm filled her fertile pussy. I continued to pack my baby-batter into her depths. When I softened and escaped her flooded crevice, a pool of mixed cum dripped down her ass-crack.

After I rolled off, she lowered her legs. Looking up, we saw Mom filming us with her phone. Mom squealed, "Excellent video, you two! That was beautiful."

I knew better than to ask since I saw her do it with Charlotte, but this was new to Mary. "Mom, why are you videotaping us?" my sister asked.

Mom smiled and teased, "You'll find out later. Right now, let's prepare dinner. I'm hungry."

We dressed, and while eating, we brought Mary up to speed on our relationship. After our showers, we watched TV until it was time for bed. When Mom rose, Mary said, "I'm heading home and will pack. I'll be able to move in a day or so. Will that be okay?"

Mom replied, "Wait until I call you. Mike and I are going away for a few days. Your brother will help you when we return."

After she left, we stripped, and when we were in bed, I asked, "Mom, I didn't know we were going anywhere. What do you have in mind?"

"I'm not sure yet, but I want to spend a few days in a town where no one knows us. I want to be with you without worrying about people recognizing us. It'll be fun to spend the rest of my vacation celebrating with you." Mom and I spent the better part of the next day working around the house until we stopped to take an early dinner at one of the restaurants at the mall. We took the Lexus, parked, and walked down the main concourse. When we passed in front of the lingerie store, Mom noticed her nightie in the window, stopped, and requested, "I want to meet Brooke."

Even though I knew there was a chance she wouldn't be working or might be with a client, I was still eager to see Brooke again. I wondered how Mom would react, meeting the sexy woman who captured my lustful attention.

When a different sales associate greeted us, I asked, "Is Brooke available, and if so, would you tell her I'd like to talk to her? I'm Mike."

She smiled and replied, "Let me check. I believe she just completed a transaction." Curtly turning, she pranced to the rear of the store. Minutes later, Brooke briskly walked out, smiling widely. When she was close, she reached out and held my hands, exclaiming, "Mike! It's so good to see you again." Glancing at Mom, she eyed her from top to bottom. She remarked, "I know exactly who this lovely lady is. She's your friend, and you described her perfectly."

Mom smirked and replied, "I am his friend, but more importantly, I'm his mother. Hi, I'm Megan."

I grinned at Brooke's look of surprise. She released my hands and blushed. Her loss of words only lasted for a few seconds before composing herself. "I'm glad to make your acquaintance. Mike didn't tell me it was for his mother, but his description was so accurate, I should have known it was someone close to him."

Mom giggled at Brooke's nervousness and extended her hand. They shook hands, easing the tension. Mom explained, "He didn't tell you because he was ashamed to tell someone he was buying lingerie for his mother. I thought it was sweet of him, and I must say, my new boyfriend, Victor, appreciated it. Please forgive my son for deceiving you. He's been a little overprotective since my separation and tries hard to look after my best interests."

Brooke smiled and appeared noticeably more comfortable with the tense situation. "It was my pleasure working with him. He's such a considerate young man. You're lucky he was there to support you through your ordeal. Fortunately, you stopped by when you did, as my shift is just ending."

Mom paused and admired Brooke's beauty before asking, "Please, join us for a late lunch? My treat. It's the least I can do for the amount of help you provided."

Brooke blushed again and replied, "Oh, I don't know. It doesn't seem appropriate for me to take advantage of a customer."

Mom wouldn't take no for an answer. "Nonsense. We'd love the company, and it would be more comfortable for Mike to dine with someone other than his mother. We'll wait here for your return."

Brooke didn't argue and dashed to the back. When she was out of earshot, I stared at Mom and said, "Seriously, Mom? Victor?"

Mom's smile turned into a sneer. "He did try to screw me. Isn't that what boyfriends do?"

We giggled, and before we could continue, Brooke reappeared. We made our way to the restaurant, and before long, I found myself seated with two beautiful women. They wasted no time becoming friendly. It was clear they enjoyed each other's company. Mom tried to include me in the conversation, but Brooke appeared nervous speaking to me. In my mind, I hoped it was because she didn't want to alert a mother that an attractive, older woman was eyeing her son.

After a lengthy discussion and they felt comfortable with each other, Mom asked, "Brooke, if I may ask, do you have any children? Mike hasn't told me anything about you, but someone as lovely as you must be married or have one or more boyfriends."

Brooke's face flushed, but she didn't back off from the personal questioning. "Single, for ten years. No kids; that's why I'm divorced. I don't know why children scare off so many men."

Mom's face saddened, understanding how Brooke felt. They had both experienced harmful relationships. "I know what you're going through. I was lucky to have found someone, plus Mike has been a tremendous help. I lost my parents several years before my divorce, so he's had to fill in for my lack of family, too."

It was Brooke's turn to get personal. "Megan, I know how you feel, as my mom and dad died a few years ago. Mike said he bought the gift for you because you're recently divorced. How did you meet someone so quickly after your prior relationship? I haven't found anyone in ten years of searching, but then again, I gave up after a few years of failed attempts."

Mom chirped, "My boyfriend and I have been close for a long time; however, we were never romantically involved. After my divorce was all but over, we hooked up one night. It quickly escalated from there. Without going into too much detail in front of my son, your perfectly sized lingerie made it easier to break the ice, if you know what I mean." Mom's sexy smirk conveyed her veiled message.

Brooke giggled and knowingly winked at Mom.

Changing topics, Mom continued, "We're going to stay at a resort for a week to see if we're as compatible as we think. I still have to look around for a suitable location. I'm looking forward to it, and Mike will have our place to himself, so he'll be happy to get me out of his hair."

"I'll find something to do around the house," I answered. Mom wasn't getting off that easy. "There's always something that needs repairing. Since I returned home, I've found several items that haven't been taken care of for years. It's been fun getting them back into shape," I teased.

Mom almost spat out her water when she laughed. Hoping I hadn't gone too far, I breathed a sigh of relief when Brooke changed the subject and said, "You don't have to look any further. I own a small cabin in a cute little town in the mountains. It's tiny but has a fireplace and is only a ninety-minute drive from here. You can stay there for the week. It's perfect for a romantic adventure."

Mom's eyebrows rose when she heard the offer, and I knew she wouldn't readily accept it. As expected, she politely refused. "We couldn't impose. You barely know us. We could rent it from you, though. I wouldn't feel right taking advantage of your generosity."

Brooked replied, "You'd be doing me a favor by utilizing it. I don't need the money, and I know enough from talking with Mike and you to know you're good people. Please allow me to do this for you." She pulled out a business card and hurriedly scribbled on it. "Here is the address to my cabin. I'll meet you there at seven tonight. I won't take no for an answer," she sternly stressed, handing the card to Mom.

"Thank you so much, Brooke. We better get home and pack our bags."

*****

We finished our meal and were on our way home in no time. My thoughts drifted to the recent development; I couldn't believe my good luck. Once home, Mom and I packed enough clothes to last a week. Walking by my suitcase, she tossed in my short robe. Puzzled, I asked, "Do you think I'll need this? We're past the shy stage."

"Smartass, obey your mother," she scolded and giggled. She knew I'd do anything she wanted. We were on schedule and only thirty minutes away from the cabin when Mom reached over to unzip me. It was tough keeping my concentration on the road while Mom stroked my prick. When I was semi-hard, Mom asked, "Do you remember the promise I made to you concerning bringing other people into our relationship?"

After I nodded in agreement, she continued, "How about Brooke?" My cock responded with a jerk when I recalled our flirting episode. "That's what I thought. She deserves some manly attention, and I want to help her. Would you mind assisting me in improving her love life?"

"Mom, whatever you want, I'll gladly aid you. It was clear you were attracted to her. Will you use your persuasive skills to add another notch to your belt of seductions?" She squeezed harder while I teased her.

"Mike, you're thinking like all men. Every woman isn't bisexual. Let's not force her into an uncomfortable situation. All I want is to make her happy. She deserves your prick jammed up her pussy, which I'm sure will restart her lust for life."

"Since she's a shorter version of you, it'll be a delight making love to her. For now, you better stop stroking, or I won't be much help." Mom immediately released me, stuffing my cock back into my pants. She patted my leg before running her hand through my hair and massaging my scalp. She always knew how to soothe my inner angst.

The cabin was easy to locate, and before we knew it, we were at the door, knocking lightly. Brooke greeted us and invited us in. Her look turned to concern when she noticed me holding our suitcases. She scanned beyond us and remarked, "Megan, I'm sorry. I forgot to mention there's only one bedroom. I assumed it would be only you and Victor."

Mom quickly replied, "He's in a meeting, but it's all right. I would've called you, but I figured you'd be on the road already. He'll arrive tomorrow. Mike will return home tonight." Once Mom looked over the interior design, she exclaimed, "I love your cabin. The open concept with the living room and kitchen is perfect. Your fireplace looks marvelous, too. I'm sure we'll enjoy it while we're here."

My arms were tired of hefting the luggage, so I set it on the rustic, wood floor. My sighs caught Brooke's attention. "I'm sorry, Mike. Here we're blabbering away while you're holding the bags. Follow me, and I'll show you the bedroom."

It looked like she drove straight to the cabin, still dressed in her work clothes. Her conservative skirt hid her upper legs, allowing her thin calves to be displayed while leading the way. Her large, king-sized bed didn't crowd her oversized bedroom. Several dressers and a makeup table were along one side, and a full-length closet was on the other. The door leading to the bathroom was between the dressers.

Brooke paused and mentally sized the bags I held. She remarked, "I have a couple of suitcase racks in the closet you'll be able to use."

While I remained, Mom followed her. When Brooke slid the door open, Mom shrieked, "Oh, my! Look at your lingerie collection."

Twisting my head to observe what Mom had seen, a rack of nighties came into view. Dozens of delicate sets of nightwear filled the closet. Apparently, working at a women's store had its perks. Brooke blushed and explained, "The store generously gives deep employee discounts on defects and returns. I hope you don't find it weird that a woman who can't snag a man has an extensive collection of sexy clothes. They relax me when I'm here, even if no one will appreciate them."

Mom stepped closer and ran her fingers through the material of several outfits. "It's not strange at all, Brooke. I'd do the same if I worked there. Clothes like this make a woman feel special. If anything, I'm jealous of your collection."

Brooke smiled when she realized Mom wasn't alarmed at her immense, sexy collection. "There's some room at the other end to hang your clothes. Feel free to wear these for the time you're here."

Mom stuttered, "Really? Most people would get grossed out if someone else wore their intimates. Are you sure?"

"Someone should get some use out of them. It'd make me feel like it was worth it, if put to good use. Please wear what you want while you're here. Matching panties and bras are in the dresser drawers. I will warn you that I haven't modified any of them; they might be oddly sized. Please inform me later which ones were a hit." Brooke giggled and gave Mom the same knowing look from lunch.

She pulled the luggage racks out and set them up along the wall. Placing the suitcases on top, I stepped back while the women continued their conversation.

Mom answered, "Deal. I appreciate it and can hardly wait to try them on. They're all high-end and sexy. You have excellent taste, but I knew that. Mike told me your expertise in the store saved his hide. By the way he was enamored of you, I thought he had found a new girlfriend."

Brooke's face flushed from Mom's compliments. "I'm glad he was pleased. It takes years to learn the products we sell and become confident enough to select the correct items for the customer."

Sensing the conversation turning uncomfortable, I turned and headed back to the great room. When Mom thought I was out of range, she continued with the sale of her son. "Brooke, initially, I thought he was impressed with how you managed the sale. When I met you in person, I knew it was more. You're a beautiful and sexy woman. I know Mike, and his crush on you isn't because of your sales skills."

Their voices lowered, and all I could eavesdrop on were their giggles at the end of their conversation. Scoping out the kitchen, I looked and found the glassware. Brooke led Mom to the comfortable couch where they sat.

"Would you ladies like anything to drink?" I offered. "I'm not sure what's available, but I'm pouring water for myself."

Brooke chirped, "Juice and milk are in the fridge. I stopped at the market and picked up a few items to hold your Mom and Victor over until they visit the village. There's also a bottle of wine on the counter. Water for me, please."

Mom responded, "I wouldn't mind a glass of wine. It's a nice way to finish the day, and I don't have to drive home like you two."

Taking the stopper off the open wine bottle, I poured half a glass and another with water. Carrying the drinks over, I set them on the coffee table. Brooke sexily smiled and thanked me. Mom's warm-up conversation in the bedroom positively affected Brooke; her mood was noticeably warmer.

Giving Mom a warning look, I glanced at the wine to remind her of the last time she had too much. She returned a knowing smile before I turned to retrieve my glass. Brooke pulled out a pile of pamphlets from a drawer, showing Mom the maps of the hiking trails and going into detail on all the dining guides for the local restaurants.

Before I could sit, Mom pleaded, "Mike, could you make a fire for us? It's a little chilly. I love the ambiance and smell of a working fireplace."

"Sure, Mom. Anything to warm up my lovely ladies." I snickered. Mom grinned in return.

Finding the scoop, I cleaned out the ash on the hearth before arranging the logs and kindling. After I opened the damper, I lit the tinder, and after a few minutes, an impressive fire was roaring.

The loud crackling noise drew Mom from the couch. She kneeled beside me and held her hands out to the flames, warming them. "Nice fire. Show me what you did, so I'll know how to do it when you're gone."

She attentively listened while I explained everything. Our backs were to Brooke, which hid our movements. Mom pulled the scoop out of the bucket and purposely dusted the front of my clothes with ash. She exclaimed, "Oh, my goodness, I'm so sorry, Mike. My hand slipped. Take off your pants and shirt before the stain sets in. I'll hand-wash them and throw them in the dryer. You can change into Victor's robe while we wait for them to dry."

After closing the bedroom door, I stripped and retrieved the short robe. The bottom was a mere eight inches below my crotch, allowing my hairy legs and thighs to be displayed. I thought back to when Mom threw it in the case. She planned this, knowing a seduction would be easier with skimpier garments. Following Mom's intentions, I didn't wear any underwear.

I carried my clothes back and handed them to Mom. She quickly disappeared into the bathroom. Brooke's constant stare at my exposed flesh made me regret my commando decision. My cock could easily escape and poke out the front. Mom yelled, "Sit by Brooke so we can finish reading the booklets together. Don't worry, she won't bite," she chuckled. "At least I hope not. I wouldn't want my son damaged."

Brooke giggled and patted the spot next to her. At least it'd be easier to arrange my prick discreetly. Holding up one of the pamphlets, she acted like she was leafing through the pages, but I caught her repeatedly glancing at my legs. When I sat near her, my calves touched hers. She didn't move away and bumped me several times when she retrieved more material from the drawer.

Mom emerged and sat beside me rather than sitting on the other side of Brooke. Finding myself sandwiched between two sexy, beautiful women, I concentrated on various topics to keep my manhood from making a surprise appearance. It didn't help that frequent wafts of perfume from each of them flooded my senses. Mom's left hand dropped to my leg and held it while she held open a menu. "Look at the delicious meals offered by this restaurant. Victor and I may have to patronize them several times during our stay."

Her hand remained on my leg when she passed the menu back. Brooke took the paper, and I could see her eyeing Mom's intimate touch. Not mentioning it, she replied, "Good choice. It's one of my favorite places to eat."

After they had finished reviewing the material, Mom yawned and asked, "I'm sticky and stinky. Do you mind if I take a shower while we're waiting for Mike's clothes to dry?" She removed her hand and rose.

Brooke replied, "Enjoy. I should leave anyway before it gets too late. I've shown you everything you need."

Mom's face turned to sorrow, pleading, "Please stay until Mike leaves. I enjoy your company, and I'm sure he would like someone to talk to while I'm showering. Right, Mike?"

Turning to look at Brooke's pretty face, I begged, "I'd love for you to stay. We've barely spoken since Mom likes to command the conversation."

They laughed, and when Mom rose to leave, she retorted, "I get the picture. You two can have a nice talk while I shower."

Mom knew her excuse to shower provided a chance for me to connect with Brooke. Before I could speak, Brooke barraged me with questions and kept the conversation centered on me. Partway through one long answer, I recognized my error and quickly wrapped up my rhetoric. Rising off the couch, I said, "It's still a little chilly. Let me throw on a few more logs."

While I fed wood into the fireplace, I recalled a portion of Sarah's training. I could distinctly hear her words.

"Contrary to young men's beliefs, you can't win over a girl by flopping your cock out in the open and hoping she'll go gaga over it. Seducing a woman is accomplished quicker through her mind, rather than physically. Inquire about her interests and beliefs. Stay engaged in what she says, and ask questions when needed. Hold your attention on her, and don't drift off while thinking of a tricky comeback to something she's saying. Compliment her. Often. When she asks you something, don't dwell on a long-drawn-out narrative. Allow her to pry information from you."

Scolding myself, I had inadvertently fallen into what Sarah had warned me. Closing the spark screen, I returned and nestled next to Brooke. She smiled and remarked, "The room is warm, but with your short robe, you might feel chilly. I've noticed that you inherited your mother's great legs; more hair, though," we both chuckled; the ice had broken.

It was my turn to focus the dialogue on her interests. After a few topics that didn't go anywhere, I shifted the discussion to her employment, knowing she was proud of her sales skills. That's all it took. She loved to talk about fashion and her position at the lingerie store.Prompting her to recollect some funny stories she had encountered while working sped up the pace. Her leg kept bumping into mine while she talked with her hands, describing various customer interactions. When we heartily laughed at one funny tale, her nearest hand slapped on top of my leg, directly above my kneecap. She didn't remove it through several more stories.

Her cute laugh and wonderful smile warmed my heart. Her fingers slowly intertwined through my leg hair, barely noticeable. Was this her way of making a move? Was she ready for me to advance? Deciding to change topics, I said, "Either your shower is extremely relaxing, or Mom is thoroughly scrubbing herself for tomorrow. She's been in there for a long time."

Brooke's expression turned serious when she asked, "How do you fit in with your mother's new relationship? It's clear that you care about your mother's well-being. Do you like or trust Victor?"

I didn't have to lie to her when I replied, "He's fantastic. My mother has never been happier, and he's the perfect man for her. I've never seen two people more in love."

Her facial expression was saddened when she confessed, "I'm so envious of your mother. She found a great man after her divorce, and I have failed so many times."

While her hand was still holding my leg, I wrapped my arm around her. Desiring to ease her pain, I consoled her, "It saddens me your ex-husband treated you so poorly. From the time I've talked with you, it's obvious you're compassionate, caring, and have a great sense of humor. You're strong-willed, and your personality exudes happiness."

She smiled and squeezed my thigh. "That's the description of what you looked for in a woman when we first met. Are you saying I possess those qualities?"

Pulling her closer, I whispered, "All of those, plus others. You're beautiful and sensual. Men of any age would be lucky to have you as a partner."

Her eyes filled with lust, and I knew this was the moment of truth. She leaned in for a kiss, and before we could connect, we heard the bedroom door open. Brooke jolted back, her fingers digging into my thigh flesh. Brooke gasped when Mom strolled out, adorned in one of Brooke's nighties. Brooke and I were awestruck while Mom slowly turned around, showing off her sexy figure.

Mom broke the silence with, "I'm sorry, Brooke. I couldn't wait and had to try on one of your delightful pieces. There were so many I couldn't decide which one would be perfect for tomorrow. Since you're a fashionista, I decided it'd be a perfect time to get a professional appraisal. What do you think?"

Brooke paused and replied, "It looks good on you, but I'm not sure if any of the outfits would portray you in a poor light. Some women, like yourself, can wear anything and look great. From my conversation with Mike, he knows you better than anyone. Let's hear his opinion."

All eyes were on me, while I contemplated how to proceed. The white nightie wasn't tight-fitting, and its hemline fell below Mom's knees. I immediately thought of several improvements.

"It's not an awful choice, but it's not the best color for your dark-brown eyes. A lime-green outfit would provide a better accent. The length isn't right either. Your legs are one of your best assets and should be on display. The hemline should be at least a foot higher."

Mom's eyebrows raised, mulling over my suggestions. Brooke added, "Those are all good recommendations. I have several green outfits in the closet you can try on."

Mom turned and left for the bedroom, and before the door closed, she chuckled, "Critics. Hard to please anyone nowadays."

Brooke giggled and asked, "Does your mother wear lingerie in front of you at home? I've never reared children, so I'm not sure what's normal. It appears to be a little risque to wear skimpy clothes in front of her grown son."

"Mom has always taught me not to be embarrassed by our bodies. She's proud of how well she's maintained her shape. I'm not complaining, that's for sure."

Brooke snickered, and before she could speak, Mom re-entered the room. She wore a light green nightie that tightly hugged her sexy frame. It was shorter, allowing her luscious thighs to be on display. She twirled around to show off her outfit. My first recommendation would be to lose the bra, but that might take it too far. "Mom, perfect choice. It shows off your best features. I wouldn't change a thing."

"He's right. It's a great nightie," Brooke agreed. "Fortunately, Mike has the temperature so high you won't catch a cold with so much exposed leg," Brooke smirked before changing to a sorrowful tone. "Now that you're all set, I should head off. I don't think there's anything else you need help with, is there?"

Mom didn't miss Brooke's hopeful tone. "Not so fast," Mom said. "If Mr. Smartypants here thinks he knows so much about fashion, I want to see how he would critique someone with a different body type. Pick out an outfit, and we'll see what he can recommend."

I breathed a sigh of relief when Brooke jumped up and headed for the bedroom. Mom sat beside me and snaked her hand into my robe to stroke my aching prick. "It looks like you're making progress if your cock is any sign."

"We were rolling along smoothly, almost kissing, until you interrupted us the first time you came out. Your timing was not the best."

"Sorry, sweetie. She's not one to give up on anything. Don't worry. It'll happen."

Mom removed her hand, allowing my prick to snap up along my stomach. It wasn't long until Brooke emerged, draped in a pink, lacy one-piece. The thin spaghetti straps showed off her shoulders, and it was low-cut enough to display the insides of her mounds. A strip of red bra peeked out of her nightie. The hemline was mid-thigh.

My eyes traveled to her face, which was almost as pink as her outfit. Either the heat of the room or my leering elevated her passion. It fit so perfectly that I surmised she had worn it many times to brighten her mood. It would be hard to offer a recommendation.

Mom broke the silence with a long wolf whistle. Brooke laughed and responded, "I take it I did okay by your reaction. What about you, Mike? Any ideas?"

I motioned for her to turn around to get the full view. She walked closer, and when she was five feet away, she swiveled around to show off her pick. "It's very flattering and accentuates your sexy curves. I'm not sure I'd propose anything different," I commented.

Mom, eager to move things along, suggested, "Mike, when you told me about your first meeting, you described how she determined the necessary alterations. Show me what happened, and maybe you'll think of something. Brooke, go through the steps you used."

Brooke's face flushed when she realized Mom was aware of her initial flirting. I stood and moved close to her body.

"Megan, it was the first time I used that technique. He didn't know your size, and my hasty decisions might have been inappropriate, but I'll show you what I remember. Not knowing your height, I had him lower himself until my head was where yours would be."

Wrapping her arms around me, she pressed close, mashing her soft breasts into my stomach. Like the first time, I bent my knees to slowly lower. I stopped once her hair smothered my nose. Breathing in deeply, I inhaled her fragrance.

Brooke stepped back and continued, "My next step was to get an estimate of how long your legs were by the location of your waist." She placed my hands on her midriff, and I immediately extended my fingers and dug into her flesh. She gasped as I slid my hands upward. Our connection was more exciting than previously, with only the silky, thin material separating us.

Looking into her wide eyes, my hands continued further than before. When my thumbs pushed into the bottom of her filled bra, I ceased movement. Her breasts heaved from the contact, but she didn't attempt to dislodge me.

Our body heat caused a sheen of sweat to form on her face. Releasing her, I took a step back. While she fought to catch her breath, I took the lead. "Mom, that's how she determined your leg height. You were right, though. Our demonstration has brought some potential suggestions to mind." Brooke remained transfixed and didn't speak, anxiously awaiting my recommendations.

"Her beautiful brown eyes work well with the pink nightie, but the brightly-colored material overpowers the warm tone of her smooth skin. The color should accent her eyes and flesh, although I'm not sure which shade would be best."

Mom chirped, "I'm certain I saw several choices that fit the description."

"The next idea came to me when my hands were on Brooke's waist. The material shouldn't conceal her slender figure and slightly sunken stomach. A two-piece nightie consisting of a crop top and a skirt would be perfect. With her shorter frame, the hemline should be high enough to show off her shapely legs."

Reaching over, I gripped the bottom of her nightie and moved it upward, running my palm over her firm thigh. Her panting increased when my hands glided against her slick, soft skin. I stopped when I was directly below her panties. Leering at her legs, I croaked, "See, it would be a crime to hide these."

Continuing to drink in her beauty, Mom interrupted my leering when she jumped up and vanished into the bedroom. Removing my hands and allowing her nightie to drop, I heard Mom rifling through the rack.

Brooke reached out and held my waist, her lustful face reflecting her horny state. Holding her, I pulled her close. Her head rested against my chest as I inhaled deeply. "Mmmm, Apple again. Still a good choice."

She pulled her head back and gazed up at me. "It's not by accident. I've been using it every day since our first meeting. I know it's silly, but I hoped it would act as a pheromone to lure you back to me."

It was my turn to smile. "It wasn't a chemical attraction, more like a physical one. Your magnetic personality pulled me back."

"My personality?" she giggled.

"Along with your beautiful and sexy body."

Her eyes filled with lust; her hand traveled up my back and gripped my head. She murmured, "I'll be home alone tomorrow. Would you like to come by my place for a private showing?"

Before I could answer, she pulled my head to hers. Her mouth was open when our lips locked together, her tongue finding mine. With our mouths sealed tightly, hot air gushed out of our nostrils. Neither of us bothered to move our hands, enjoying the intensity of our first erotic kiss.

Unfortunately, our moment was spoiled when we heard Mom yell, "Almost finished. Be out in a minute."

Brooke pulled back, and I hoarsely breathed, "I'd like nothing more." I struggled to remain quiet and not chuckle; she didn't know I was Mom's boyfriend. None of us would be returning home.

We released each other and stood apart before Mom entered.

"Your outfit is on the bed, Brooke," Mom instructed. "I'll be in to check on you and make sure it's a good fit."

I walked over and threw more wood on the fire. Hearing the bedroom door click shut, I knew Mom and I were alone again. Another clue was when she reached under my robe from the back and wrapped her hand around my pole.

"Are you two making any progress, Mike?"

When I relayed our encounter, Mom gasped and squeezed my stem hard. She promised, "Don't worry, Sweetie. You'll be sticking this log in a fiery pit soon enough." She released me and backed up.

When I rose, she pointed to a rustic, sturdy, wood chair in the corner. "Move that over here by the fireplace and sit down. Now that I know she's prepped, I'm ready to have some fun and spice things up."

When I approached the chair, I heard a shriek from Brooke when Mom opened the door and entered the bedroom. She closed the door, and I took my time lugging over the heavy chair. Once I positioned myself, I found it eerily comfortable, even though there were no arms. Muffled voices and giggles emanated from behind the door.

After several more minutes, there was silence before the door creaked open. Mom was the first to appear, wearing a white, silky robe. Standing in front of me, she turned to watch Brooke emerge.

My prick twitched at the sight of Brooke's sexy attire. Mom had successfully found a crop top that displayed Brooke's bare stomach. The opaque, beige material prevented me from knowing if she was braless. Her breasts pushed the top up and out, displaying her smooth belly. My hands itched to explore her hot skin.

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My gaze shifted to her pale green and nearly transparent skirt. Under the fabric, her thin, pink undies were visible. Her hairy mound pushed out the front of her panties, causing my prick to jerk. The hemline was directly below her pelvis, displaying her luscious legs. She twirled around and moved near the couch.

Catching my breath, I croaked, "Unbelievably hot. There isn't anything I'd change. Waiting for you two to finish was well worth it."

Brooke blushed. "Thank you for the compliments. It's nice to show off my wardrobe. Especially for a handsome, appreciative man," she flirted. "Megan, it's your turn."

Turning my attention to Mom, she answered my puzzled look. "I want to perform an erotic dance for Victor tomorrow. I'm going to practice, and Brooke will observe to give me some tips. You don't have to do anything but sit there. I'm still your mother, so don't you dare put your hands on me."

"Sounds good, Mom. Shouldn't we have some music?"

Brooke jumped up, dashed to the entertainment center, and opened a door revealing a CD player. Picking out her selection, she inserted it and hit the play button. After adjusting the volume, she returned to the couch. At first, it sounded like gypsy music, but after a few seconds, I recognized Beyonce's voice. The song didn't ring a bell, but it was well-paced for the dance.

Mom twisted and moved her body like a professional. She obviously had hidden talents I hadn't yet discovered. Teasing me, she'd approach and pull her robe up to reveal her green nightie before covering again. Turning around, she bent over, causing her silky attire to rise and expose the backs of her thighs. With Mom's attention in the other direction, I took the opportunity to rearrange myself. Reaching into my robe, I positioned my prick to stand straight up against my stomach.

After removing my hand, I glanced at Brooke and saw her staring at me rather than at Mom. Would my attraction toward my mother disgust her? She had to know Mom's sexy body would make anyone hard. Mom rose, turned around, and sensually slid her hands up and down her body. Untying her silk belt, my seductive, horny mother flipped her robe open and closed it so fast that only a glimpse of her nightie was visible.

Turning again, she dropped the robe to the floor. Backing up, she straddled my legs and sat on top of my thighs, squirming and twisting to the music. Her fragrance was strong, and it took all my willpower to keep my hands off her. Briefly rising, she rotated and faced me. Her bouncy tits pressed against the thin material. She wore no bra, her engorged nipples clearly visible beneath the thin nightie.

She said no hands but said nothing about my mouth. She abruptly scowled, "Don't even think about it, Mister."

Could she read minds? At least my eyes could drink in her beauty. She seductively swayed back and forth, ensuring her breasts neared my face each pass. All too soon, she rose and backed up. Looking over at Brooke, I could see her face was flushed, her top heaving with excitement.

"Will Victor have any complaints, Brooke?" Mom queried.

"If he doesn't appreciate your dancing skills, he isn't worth keeping. I don't know where you learned those moves, but it was both sexy and erotic. There isn't anything I'd do differently. Mike, any suggestions?"

I grinned while planning my response. "You've proven your case beyond a reasonable doubt. Victor would not object."

Mom struggled to hold in her laughter, and I'm sure I'd pay for my jab later in the week. She paused and composed herself, before acting as if she were reviewing her performance. Turning to Brooke, she said, "Since my son was the subject, I felt like my heart wasn't in it. Come over and assume my last position. I want to practice with you."

No objection emanated from Brooke; she jumped up and straddled my legs. Being shorter, she had to look up to catch my line of sight. Mom moved behind Brooke and pushed her until her covered breasts collided with my robe.

When Mom was satisfied Brooke was in position, she moved behind me. Reaching around me, she untied my robe and dropped it to my waist, uncovering my upper torso. Snaking her hand between us, she pulled the lower part of my robe to the sides, allowing Brooke's bare legs to press against mine. Mom rose and instructed, "Brooke, show me how I should proceed when I'm with Victor."

To emphasize her point, Mom held Brooke's hands and placed them on my chest. Brooke didn't need further coaching. Her hands immediately caressed and explored my upper body. "That looks like a good beginning," Mom murmured. "When would be the appropriate time to kiss him?"

Brooke's eager face answered Mom's question. Her hands wrapped around me, pulling me in for a kiss. Our second erotic kiss didn't disappoint either of us; our heart rates increased. Her hot hands roamed my back while we smashed our mouths together.

Mom prodded, "Mike, she's not your mother. Demonstrate what my boyfriend would do."

Without breaking our kiss, my hands wrapped around Brooke's slender waist. Her bare flesh was hot and soft to the touch. There was no resistance when I explored upward. Her eyes screamed with her lustful approval while I caressed her body. Moving underneath her top, it wouldn't be long until I'd arrive at her breasts. With palms open and facing up, I impatiently raced for the prize.

Her eyes widened, and her fingers dug into my back when I wrapped my hands around her bare breasts. My cock lurched at the pleasant surprise of not encountering a bra. I squeezed and mauled her full, firm globes of joy. Finding her enlarged nipples, I lightly teased them, which caused her to groan. Our kissing intensified while I played with her sensitive tits. Mom moved behind Brooke and said, "You two can't kiss forever. Take a breather."

When we pulled apart, Mom grabbed the bottom of Brooke's top and removed it.

Brooke shrieked but didn't cover herself.

Mom exclaimed, "No man could resist these luscious titties."

I lustfully stared at her exposed breasts. Mom was right. Her tits begged for attention. Reaching under her ass, I lifted her until her areolas were level with my mouth. I latched onto the nearest one; Brooke pulled my head close and groaned with pleasure. I sucked and licked her nipple while teasing the other with my free hand. She gasped for breath when I released it. Not giving her a chance to recover, I switched to the other and paid the same amount of attention.

Her tits heaved in and out while inhaling deep breaths of cool air. Her moaning increased, and it looked like I could bring her off by just playing with her tits, but Mom wouldn't let me try.

"It's time to kiss again," Mom demanded.

I lowered Brooke and locked mouths with her. Mom grabbed Brooke's ass cheeks and pushed her bottom until my bare, hard cock snuggled against Brooke's stomach. Groans escaped her lips, feeling my prick for the first time. Mom lifted Brooke's ass until my shaft was pressed against her, and by now, soiled panties. While we French-kissed, Mom ground Brooke's thinly covered slit against my steel-hard rod. Brooke assisted Mom and wiggled her crevice onto my manhood.

Releasing her mouth, I struggled to catch my breath. "Your body is so hot. I love being with you."

Mom picked that moment to pull Brooke's thin panties to the side and pulled my cock to her entrance. My engorged head popped inside, and Brooke screamed, "Goddammit, your prick is big! It's splitting me apart."

Thinking I hurt her, I held her sides and pulled her off.

"Stop lifting! I need this more than anything. I want that monster stuffed up my aching pussy. I'm horny; it's been too long. Please fuck me, Mike."

I lowered her several inches until I passed through her tight, inner opening. She cried with pleasure, as I plunged deeper into her slippery slot. She was speechless, her mouth open in awe. Throwing her head back, she grimaced in frustration, wiggling her pelvis to swallow the entirety of my cock.

After cramming my prick into her surrendered pussy, she grunted, drool running out of the corner of her mouth. While I gripped her tits to elevate and lower her body, Mom assisted us in our initial coupling. When my cock was fully embedded, we stopped and resumed kissing. After a minute, she moved her hips, showing she was ready to continue.

I didn't want to climax, so I kept my hips stable, allowing Mom and Brooke to do most of the work. Her walls secreted hot fluids, allowing my staff to slide easier. After a few minutes, her body shook; her muscles tensed.

Mom moved close to Brooke and whispered. "Isn't his cock wonderful? You've met my son, and now you're fucking my boyfriend and lover. There is no Victor!"

Brooke screamed, "Oh, Jesus! You're fucking your son. That's so hot. It's been so long. I'm finally cumming on a real cock. I can't believe the intense pleasure."

She wailed with pleasure, her walls convulsing and smothering my cock with her cream. When her contractions ceased, she lifted off and collapsed on my legs. Resting her head on my chest, she gasped and panted. I soothingly stroked her back while she relaxed from her overdue ordeal.

Recovered enough to talk, she looked up and asked, "How long have you been fucking your mother?"

I smiled and replied, "Thanks to you, right after I gave her the nightie."

She croaked, "Show me."

"Show you what?"

"Your mother and you. I want to see you two fuck. The taboo nature of it caused me to cum. I want to witness it first-hand."

Mom shucked off her clothes as fast as she could. When nude, she helped lift Brooke off my legs. "Go lie on the bed, Mike. I'm going to show Brooke how a mother fucks her son."

Obediently, I moved into position with my prick standing upright. Brooke grabbed the chair from her makeup table and positioned it near the bed for better viewing. She exclaimed, "It's still hard. Didn't I make you cum?"

Mom answered for me while she straddled my body, sitting on my thighs. Wrapping her hands around my cock, she slowly stroked and replied, "You did all the work, sweetie. Don't think any less of yourself for it. I'll show you how to do the same to enjoy a lengthy love session with him."

"Doesn't he have the nicest cock you've ever seen?" Mom remarked.

Brooke murmured, "Definitely. It pushed all my buttons. Fuck your son, Megan!"

Brooke unfastened her skirt and tossed it to the floor while Mom lifted herself, positioning her hairy snatch above my cock. Brooke slipped her soaking panties off, keeping her gaze on our incestuous act. Brooke's fingers gently stroked her cunny while watching Mom lower herself onto my shaft.

Taking her time, Mom ground on my rod until she found the perfect angle. Panting rapidly, she looked at Brooke and said, "All it takes is a little practice, and his cock can bring you off. Don't let him suck your tits or move his hips, or he's liable to blow. That's especially true when the woman is his mother. Right, Mike?"

"Keep talking, Mom, and I'll toss you to the bed and show Brooke how you can have multiple orgasms in a row."

When Brooke observed Mom's trimmed bush swallowing my rod, she remarked, "I see you've given your heart to your son. So cute and loving."

Mom groaned in agreement and didn't verbally reply, concentrating on bringing herself off. Her channel was slick from the lengthy foreplay earlier in the night. Brooke groaned loudly, as her fingers mauled her juicy quim, triggering Mom's orgasm.

Knowing I wouldn't last with her cunt caressing my shaft, she pulled off and sat on my thighs. Brooke stood, leaned over, and inhaled a deep breath from my cum-soaked cock. Running her tongue up one side, she gasped, "It's been a while since I've tasted a woman's nectar. Mike, would you mind if I cleaned your mom?"

Mom rose and stood at the end of the bed while watching Brooke lick the remaining cum off her son's prick.

I smiled and replied, "She'll enjoy it, and that's all that matters. I hope you like eating pussy as much as I do."

"Attendance at fashion shows is a must for someone in my line of work. With most buyers being women or gay men, you either eat muff or go home horny," Brooke giggled as I rolled out of her bed.

As soon as I stood, Mom pulled me against her. "Where are your manners, Mike? Don't you kiss your mother after she's fucked you?" Mom chastised me.

Our lips locked together, and Mom's French-kissing was more intense than usual. She was excited from displaying her love for her son in front of Brooke. It didn't hurt that she was about to receive some tongue. After breaking our erotic kiss, we noticed Brooke's intense gaze.

"There's nothing as thrilling as watching a mother and her son as lovers," Brooke said, smiling wide.

"We are lucky," Mom admitted. "Most couples never achieve the same plateau of love as we share. Lie on the bed, and I'll feed you some motherly pussy."

Brooke took my place, while Mom quickly straddled her body. Facing Brooke's feet, she backed up until Brooke pulled Mom's groin onto her face. It allowed me to explore Brooke's lower body. Running my hands up Brooke's luscious legs, I paid homage to her succulent thighs. She spread her legs apart, giving me ample access.

It was the first time I could examine her mound. Her tanned flesh ran to the edge of her trimmed bush. Running my hands through her silky, light-brown bush, I ran my tongue through her wet slit. Her muffled groans mixed with the sound of her slurping on Mom's slot.

Mom moaned and squeezed Brooke's mounds. "Brooke eats pussy as well as you do, Mike."

Holding Brooke's ass cheeks, I lifted her into position and planted my mouth firmly on her gash. Mom yelped as Brooke's voracious mouth found Mom's clit. My tongue and lips were busy eating Brooke's slick, engorged pussy.

Mom's accelerated panting and moaning signaled her approaching orgasm. With Brooke's swollen clit captured with my lips, I shoved three fingers deep into her cavern. Her hips squirmed; she quickly caught up with Mom.

"Argh, here it comes," screamed Mom. Not long after Mom's orgasm, Brooke's pussy snapped onto my fingers, releasing her orgasmic juices.

Mom crawled off the bed and sat in the chair Brooke had pulled over. Slithering up between Brooke's thighs, I lightly kissed her blood-filled nipples. Moving to her beautiful face, I licked Mom's cream off before locking my mouth on hers.

We kissed as lovers for several minutes until I sensed she was ready for more.

Pulling back and raising my torso, I admired her beautiful body. Brooke sighed and proclaimed, "This is more sex than I've had in years. What a hefty workout!"

Mom laughed. "Workout? That was the warm-up. The fun starts now. Mike, time for you to reward your favorite saleslady."

Brooke looked up, saw my shiny staff, and croaked, "Wow, I forgot you never released. Your prick is so beautiful I hate to hide it, but there's a better way to honor its perfection. Bury that monster in my horny pussy and make me scream again. Fuck me hard, Mike!"

Lifting her ass, I nuzzled my bulbous tip through her silky bush until it came into contact with her engorged lips. The searing heat of her pussy scorched my sensitive cap. She moaned when my bloated helmet penetrated her slippery slot. Her puffy lips rippled, squeezed, and pulled my prick further into her hungry pussy.

Her wet, clinging folds wrapped around my stem and refused to release it. Holding her legs under her knees, I pushed them forward while sinking into her sodden slot. She shrieked and groaned while I descended to the bottom.

I gasped, "Jesus, Brooke. You're so hot and tight. You're an amazing fuck."

"Your cock drives me crazy. My pussy has never had so much hard meat stuffed in it. My entire body is tingling with pleasure."

She wiggled and humped her hips to provide maximum stimulation for us. The silky walls of her clenching channel sent waves of ecstasy through me.

Her eyes glazed over with lust while I pounded her sex-starved body. Nothing held me back, as I furiously fucked her gripping, squeezing cunt. Her velvety walls clung onto my prick with each stroke. She held out much longer than the first time, but her body finally relinquished and escalated again. Mini-orgasms exploded through her body while I kept plunging hard.

Bringing her knees back, I lowered myself to her sweaty body and kissed her. Her legs splayed out, allowing me full access to pound her box. Her body shook from her mini-spasms, her body speeding toward a major climax.

"Damn, it feels like I'm holding onto an electric cord. The pleasure is so overwhelming, that I can't hold back. I'm almost at the peak. Fuck me hard!" Brooke shrieked. Her trembling hips twisted and humped against my pelvis as she craved her orgasmic release.

"You're about to experience the ultimate experience, Brooke," Mom spurred. "He's going to fill your aching pussy with a big load of thick semen."

Brooke cried, "I'm not protected and could conceive. Maybe you should pull out." Her weak protest didn't disguise her lust. She wished for nothing more than to be filled with my cum. Holding me tight, she bucked her hips, attempting to trigger my climax.

Mom retorted, "Nonsense, you divorced your jerk of a husband because you wanted a child. Here's your chance to live your dream. Who would be better to give you a baby than someone you cherish? You want nothing more than my son to breed you."

Brooke's ass lifted to meet my thrusts. Her constant gasping prevented her from answering Mom. My pace quickened, and the familiar tingling signaled my impending release.

"He's ready to blow. You better push him off if you don't want a full load of cum," Mom taunted.

"Brooke, your hot body is driving me crazy," I gasped. "Your tight pussy is choking my cock. I can't last much longer. Listen to your innermost feelings; tell me what you desire most. I'll pull out if you don't want my child."

Brooke's legs wrapped around mine while she rose her back and ass off the bed. "Yes! I want your baby. Fill my fertile womb with your sperm. Make me your slut. Fuck me, Motherfucker!"

We locked our eyes and lips together while consummating our love. Brooke's body shook, and her hips humped so wildly that I was afraid of dislodging. Unable to wait for her to cum, my prick enlarged. My bulbous head filled with more blood, increasing the friction. When my first blob of cum spit out, her pupils dilated, and her slot squeezed my shaft. Her pulsing glove milked me on each stroke, coaxing out my entire payload of baby-batter.

When I softened, I lowered her body to the bed and lightly kissed her while we panted through our post-coital bliss. Mom broke the silence. "What a beautiful display of love. Welcome to the family, Brooke."

"This is the best day of my life," Brooke exclaimed. "I've never felt better about myself. My pussy has never seen so much attention. I sure worked up an appetite, though. Let me prepare dinner. At least I don't have to drive home tonight; although, I'll have to leave in the morning. I have an afternoon shift tomorrow."

We ate, relaxed, and when we retired to the bedroom, I deposited another load of sperm into Brooke's receptive pussy. Exhausted, we fell asleep after the eventful day.

Mom brought me out of my slumber in the morning, caressing my body until I regained consciousness. Her hand found my soft cock and brought it to life. Putting two fingers on my lips, she signaled me to remain quiet. She whispered, "I'm going to take a shower. Fill her one last time before she leaves. I know you love her as much as I do. Tell her that and treat her like you would your mother."

She didn't allow me to reply, as she silently rolled out and disappeared into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Rolling to my other side, I uncovered Brooke. Her magnificent tits rose and fell while she soundly slept. I gently caressed her mounds, taking care not to awaken her.

Relishing the texture of her smooth flesh, I moved lower and kneaded her thighs. They instinctively spread apart, providing access to her bushy treasure. I gently stroked her outer labia, until her lubricating fluids oozed and coated her puffy lips. Her breathing quickened while she slept. Was she dreaming of us fucking the previous night?

Crawling between her legs, I ran my tip along her gash until it was slick and shiny. Lining up my cock, I pushed between her swollen lips and paused, waiting for her slot to accept my girth. A gentle shove and her slippery snatch sucked my helmeted head in deeper. I short-stroked her without interrupting her sleep. Her sheath secreted more juice, which quickly coated my cock and allowed me to sink deeper. She moaned, and her eyes fluttered while she emerged from her dreams.

Shoving to the bottom of her slot caused her to gasp for air. "What a wonderful way to wake up," Brooke gasped. "Good morning, Mike. Sleep well?"

"Like a baby. You wore me out last night, but I'm not complaining. You're a fantastic lover."

When I kissed her, she wrapped her arms around my back. She held me tight while we slowly made love.

"You and your mother have treated me wonderfully. I can't believe how lucky I've been. The total experience last night was so erotic. I'll cherish those memories forever. You certainly know how to make a woman feel special."

"To be fair, I owe a lot to a school acquaintance, Sarah. She taught me that giving is more rewarding than receiving."

After I explained to Brooke how I used Sarah's technique last night, she laughed. "I'm glad she helped you. She was right about most of it."

"Most?"

"Yes. Sarah was right about how a woman's mind was the way to unlock her pussy. The first time we met and talked, I knew what kind of man you were. That is the moment you seduced me, not last night. After the day at the store, you could have flopped your cock out, and I would have jumped on it."

Emphasizing her desire, she humped her hips up, smashing our groins together while I continued to thrust in and out.

"Where's your mother?" she huskily asked.

"In the shower. She wanted us to make love again, before you leave."

Kissing her again, I picked up my pace. She raised her knees upright, bringing her feet close to her ass, elevating her pelvis to align with my pile-driving prick.

"She's so thoughtful. It's apparent you two love each other."

"We do. Say nothing to Mom, but I'm proposing to her this week. I want nothing more than to be her lifelong partner."

Her body shifted to a faster pace, squirming beneath me. "That's wonderful. Does this mean our time together is limited?"

"Of course not. Mom doesn't know the meaning of selfishness. You're not getting rid of us. We're going to be seeing a lot of you in the future. There's also the fact that I'm in love with you."

Her smile broadened. She replied, "I hoped your aim wasn't to bag a milf and run away."

"Technically, you're not a mother, but I'm going to change that. You are a hot cougar, though."

Her arms tightened around my back while we both neared our orgasm. "Fuck me hard, Mike. It's time to fill my pussy with your potent sperm. You'll be in love with two mothers after this weekend."

My shaft increased in size; more blood surged into my prick. Brooke's moans were steady, our bodies ready to explode. Leaning close, I said, "I'm going to ask her to bear my children, too. I'm breeding you and my mother in this same bed."

"I love you, Mike. Fuck me! I'm cumming!"

My lips locked onto hers; her eyes went wild. Her pussy convulsed, and with three more strokes, I erupted. Her channel squeezed each time I bottomed out, ensuring I filled her clasping cavern with potent seed. Our kissing ended while we struggled to gasp for air. She held my ass and pulled me tight when she sensed I might pull out.

"Stay on me, please. I want to savor this moment as long as possible. I love feeling your body on top of mine."

We kissed and caressed each other while relaxing. The bathroom door opened, and Mom emerged, smiling at our interlocked, nude bodies. "It looks like my son has done his duty. You two make a lovely couple. The water's warm if you want to shower, Brooke."