Mom has a plan for her son but the son also has a wicked plan for his mom!
Chapter 2
Mom and Sarah sat at the table when I slogged into the kitchen after sleeping late. They conversed while drinking their coffee, paying little attention to me, other than greeting me. While we ate, I asked, “I have to drive to my dorm room and gather my things. Do you two want to go for the ride?” Sarah smiled and replied, “We already discussed it while you slept. We’re going with you, but you’ll drop us off at the mall so we can shop. You can pick us up when you’ve finished packing.” After Sarah excused herself to change, Mom explained, “I’m the one who devised the shopping trip. It’ll provide me an opportunity to help her pick out some clothes to model for you tonight, illustrating your desire to pursue a physical relationship.” After dropping them off, I drove to my dorm and packed. Taking longer than I thought it would, three hours, I was surprised Mom hadn’t contacted me. Twenty minutes later, I received her text saying they were ready to leave. They each had a couple of bags that I stowed in the trunk. On the ride home, they commanded the conversation again, bonding closer than ever. They related their humorous experiences at the mall, filling the car with laughter. When we arrived home, they grabbed their bags and skipped to their rooms. They prepared dinner, working together like they had been doing this for years. When we finished eating, we decided to shower and retire to the living room to talk and watch a movie. Sarah emerged in a robe Mom had talked her into buying. Mom wore hers and I wondered if she was braless tonight. We snuggled on the couch and after a movie, Mom suggested, “I’m excited about the clothes we bought today. Sarah, why don’t you model the outfits we picked up today?” She giggled and replied, “If I recall correctly, you also purchased some items. I’d feel more comfortable if you participated with me. How about if we put on a fashion show and allow Billy to judge us, as to our choices?” Mom’s surprised expression made me chuckle inside. Sarah had managed to involve my unsuspecting mother in her own plan. Willing to do anything to continue, Mom replied, “Sure, I suppose that’ll work,” her voice drifting off, displaying mild reluctance. After Mom disappeared into her room, Sarah exited hers, carrying a couple of clothes bags, and entered Mom’s room. Giggling and a muffled discussion soon followed and I wondered what was taking so long. The wait was well worth it, both of them adorned in evening gowns when they strolled into the living room. It was evident they had taken the time to apply makeup to compliment the beauty of their dresses. Their alluring, sensuous looks left me speechless, as my eyes roamed up and down the beautiful women. Breaking my trance, Mom asked, “Billy, you’re up. Who’s wearing the best outfit?” I stammered, “Well, you’re both dressed very well. Those gowns would be perfect at any formal event. I think Mom’s fits better because of her height, but Sarah’s pick of light blue perfectly accents her brunette hair. It’s a tough choice, but Sarah wins this round.” Mom’s smile broadened, as she remarked, “Good choice, Billy. It’s always safer to side with your girlfriend rather than your mother.” Sarah responded, “Well, he did compliment you on your fit, so don’t take it too hard. I think your son is a good judge, though. I have an outfit I want you to try that might tie it up.” Sarah grabbed my mom’s hand and pulled her down the hall to change. After ten minutes, they strolled out wearing short skirts and tight blouses. The gaps in their tops were open enough to show a little cleavage, plus a peek of the edge of their bras. Mom’s long legs held my attention. Her skirt rode a little higher, due to her height. After they twirled around, Mom asked again, “How about this time?” “It’s tougher this time. You both look great.” I replied, squirming in my seat, trying to quiet my anxious prick. Sarah broke the silence with, “Billy, what do you think of my legs compared to your mom’s? Did you notice I have on nylons and your mother doesn’t? I suggested she not wear any to better show off her flawless legs.”Sarah walked near me and ordered, “Feel my legs and tell me if you prefer bare legs when going out.” I reached out while Mom intently watched, as I gently stroked Sarah’s legs. I went up to the bottom of her skirt acting more like I was judging rather than groping a sexy leg. I remarked, “I think the nylons are fine. They’re smooth and thin, not taking away the natural beauty of your legs.” Sarah pulled Mom close to me. “Billy, feel her legs so you can be sure whether you’d like me to wear nylons or not.” Mom kept on a poker face, with no hint of disapproval as I reached over and gently caressed her leg above her knee. My hand traveled up and down her smooth, exposed thigh before repeating with her other leg. My prick was at maximum stiffness now, threatening to poke out of my robe. I reluctantly released her and croaked, “I’m sorry, but Mom won this contest. The bare legs were the tipping point.”“Ha,” Mom chirped. “We’re tied now. You’re going to have to step up your game to beat me, although it was your idea for me not to wear nylons, so you should get half credit.” “You deserve it, Bev,” Sarah replied. “Your legs are gorgeous and you should show them off whenever you can. I bet men are jumping to dance with you.” “Well, to be honest, I’ve only danced with my son, so I wouldn’t know,” Mom admitted. Sarah replied, “Really? Billy dances? Well, let’s see who wins the dance outfit for our next one.”They sashayed back to their room to change. I waited, reliving the moment when I felt my mother’s sexy legs, and adjusted my hard prick, so it wouldn’t pop out unexpectedly. For their next show, they were clad in colorful, pleated skirts, the hemlines falling a few inches below their knees. These were paired with short tunic tops, billowy and open at the bottom. While Sarah’s blouse fell below her skirt waistline, Mom’s was higher, due to her height, showing off several inches of her sunken midriff. Having never seen Mom wear one, I surmised that Sarah loaned her one of hers. They modeled again, turning to show off their outfits. Sarah walked over to me, extended her hand, and pulled me up. “Show me your moves, Billy. I want to see whether your mother taught you the proper way to dance with a lady,” Sarah purred. She giggled as I wrapped my arm around her, held her other hand, and began dancing the best I could without music. We cautiously tiptoed around the room one time before I heard the music. Mom stood by the CD player, smiling wide, confident her plan of connecting Sarah and me was working perfectly. Sarah and I swayed around the room, enjoying the closeness of our bodies. The song ended and I backed off, ready to sit down again. “No, you don’t, Mister,” Sarah scolded me. “Didn’t your mother teach you any manners? After a nice dance, a lady deserves a kiss.” I walked up to her to peck her cheek, when she sternly corrected me, “A proper kiss, please. A cheek kiss is an insult to a lady who graced you with a dance. Hold me tightly around the waist. A lady likes a feeling of security from her man.” I gripped her waist and held her tightly as our lips met. We slightly opened our mouths, allowing our tongues to touch discreetly so Mom wouldn’t notice. When we parted, we maintained eye contact. Her lustful look reminded me of the times we had made love, making my balls tingle with excitement. I thought we had finished when Sarah piped, “Okay, now I want to see you dance with your mother. I couldn’t see your feet move when we were together and I want to see how well you do.” Mom started to object, but Sarah quickly intervened, “Let’s go, Mom. Show me your moves. Unless you want to award me the grand winner.”
Mom laughed and accepted the challenge, as she restarted the slow dance track and sauntered over to me. I held her as I had Sarah and began to dance. The difference was that my hand landed on bare flesh as Mom’s top rode higher than Sarah’s. Her hot, smooth skin sent shivers down my spine as I gripped her firmly, the tip of my thumb touching the lower part of her ribcage. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on her. I struggled to concentrate and missed a step, almost tripping us both. Sarah laughed and remarked, “I think Billy needs some more lessons, but I think between the two of us, we can whip him into shape.” In my defense, Mom replied, “He usually does better. He might be tired tonight, especially with a couple of girls bothering him all night.” It was an enchanting moment, holding my beautiful mom while we closely danced around the room. My heart sank, hearing the music stop. After reluctantly releasing her and taking a step back, Sarah admonished me, “No you don’t, Billy. Didn’t I tell you how to reward a lady after a dance? She may be your mom, but she’s still a lady.” I reached out and held Mom’s bare midriff with my hands squeezing tightly, feeling her hot, bare skin. Her apprehensive expression reflected her conflicting emotions, whether to play Sarah’s game or end it, possibly upsetting her friend. Accepting her fate, she didn’t resist when I kissed her. When I opened my mouth and swiped my tongue across her sensitive lips, her eyes conveyed nothing but lustful love. After I pulled off, Mom asked in a husky, cracked tone, “Okay, Billy. Who won the contest this time?” It was a tough decision to make. Mom won hands down, but I knew Sarah wanted me to draw this out for one more show. “Well, you both chose excellent outfits for dancing. Mom’s bare midriff definitely was a bonus, but the distraction caused me to stumble. I can’t blame her for it though, since it was Sarah’s blouse and Mom couldn’t help that it didn’t fit right. I’m declaring it a tie.” They both started to playfully argue with each other, about who was at fault and who the real winner should be, when Sarah proposed, “There’s one more outfit to model and you can’t call it a tie since we’re even now. We’ll be back in a few minutes and you better be ready to decide on who wins.”
After they entered their room. I heard a lot of muffled conversation, followed by several shrieks. When they exited, I immediately knew the reason for their extended conservation. They wore revealing, sexy nighties. Sarah’s light blue nightie barely covered the bottom of her thin panties. It was split in the front to the waist and pushed to the sides to expose the insides of her full bare breasts, barely concealing her engorged nipples. She turned to the side so I could admire her rounded ass, provocatively displayed. Memories flashed before me of when I gripped those cheeks while filling her cunt full of hard dick. She faced me, struck a modeling pose, and looked to Mom, signaling her turn. Mom’s sexy body was cloaked in a short pink baby-doll nightie, which I assumed was borrowed from Sarah as it rode higher than it should have. When I glanced at her translucent panties, my prick jerked, seeing her thick, black bush mounding out the thin material. Her braless breasts proudly pushed out her top. My eyes traveled down to her feet and back up her long, toned legs, stopping to ogle her barely concealed forest of fur. Shifting my gaze upward, Mom’s face blushed more than I’ve ever seen before. I wasn’t sure if it was because of my close examination or maybe she realized Sarah was beating her as a seducer. She turned a couple of times and presented a seductive pose as Sarah had done. Sarah was the first to speak, saying, “The appearance of the outfit isn’t the only thing to judge us on. Each nightie is made of a different material. You need to see which you’d prefer next to you in bed.” She led me to Mom, placing my hand on Mom’s waist. Mom inhaled deeply from my contact. “Run the material through your fingers and see how it feels. Your Mom’s nightie is chiffon, made from cotton.” I reluctantly withdrew my hand from Mom’s waist and felt the material. It was smooth and soothing. I could sleep next to that anytime, especially if Mom was covered in it. I moved over Sarah’s waist to feel her nightie fabric. Sarah grabbed my hand and pulled it up to the bottom of one of her full breasts. She placed her hand over the back of mine and squeezed it so I was kneading her nightie-covered tit. Mom’s eyes widened at Sarah’s boldness. Sarah noticed Mom’s stare and explained, “See how this material is different. My nightie is made out of silk. Don’t you think it feels better?” She kept squeezing my hand on her meaty tit, under the pretense of judging the material. Sarah smirked and asked, “Okay, Billy. This is it. Who wins this round?” Mom still won in my mind because she was my mother, but I knew this wasn’t how Sarah wanted it to end. “Both nighties are wonderful and I wouldn’t object to sleeping next to either, but I’m partial to light-blue so I’ll have to say Sarah is the winner.” Mom smiled in relief, thinking I might vote for her instead, which wasn’t part of her plan. She was here to help me connect with Sarah, not her. “Excellent choice, Billy. Sarah deserves the win,” Mom stated. “The color she picked does look good on her and I think you found the material to feel better, too, right?” She laughed as she spoke, feeling smug she had successfully connected her son with his girlfriend. She looked at Sarah and asked, “Well, what does the winner want for the grand prize?” Sarah didn’t hesitate, walking to me, wrapping her arm around me and declaring, “I want a victory dance with the judge.”
Mom started the CD and I held Sarah closely as we slowly danced. Her barely covered breasts pushed into my chest and I wished I could have taken off my robe to feel her nearly-nude body against mine. When we were turned, she positioned her leg between mine, pressing her thigh into my hard prick. We were cheek to cheek, enjoying each other’s closeness when she whispered, “Stroke my ass, Billy. Show your mom what you’d like to do to her.” I stroked up and down her nightie-clad back and when she faced away from Mom, I lowered my hands and squeezed her firm cheeks. She exhaled in my ear. Mom couldn’t hear us over the music as we softly whispered to each other, but her attention was squarely on my hand groping Sarah’s backside. I whispered, “Sarah, I need to fuck you tonight. Sneak into my room and let me feast on your hot body.” “No, Billy,” she refuted. Sensing my disappointment, she continued, “Come to my room in a few hours. It’ll be such a turn-on to make love to you so close to your mother’s room.” I warned, “The walls are pretty thin, and she might hear us if we make too much noise. You know how vocal you can get.” She wouldn’t budge and instructed, “When I start to stir, from waking up, put a pillow on my head and I’ll moan in it. I won’t make that much noise. Suck my nipples to wake me up before fucking me hard and fast. It won’t take long. Please, honey. Do this for me.” “Of course, Sarah,” I agreed. “I can’t deny you anything. I’m really looking forward to tonight.”When the music ended, Sarah pulled away and gripped my waist to remind me of how she told me to end a dance. I held her and kissed her, no longer concerned with hiding that we French kissed. Our tongues danced with each other as we lovingly kissed each other. When finished, I turned and headed for my room. As I passed my red-faced mother, Sarah scolded me again, “Billy, you were raised better than that. Kiss your mother goodnight and tell her you love her like a loving son does.” I placed my hands on Mom’s waist and leaned down to kiss her. I opened my mouth and ran my tongue along her lips again. She opened her mouth and did the same, sensuously running her tongue across my lips, meeting my tongue and playfully teasing it. I pulled back, and whispered, “I love you, Mom. Goodnight.” On my way to my bedroom, Mom softly replied, “I love you too, Billy.”
After I made it to my room, I heard Mom’s and Sarah’s doors closing several times. I figured Mom and her were making sure each ended up with their own clothes. The house fell silent and I surfed to stall the two hours I promised Sarah, so she’d be soundly sleeping. Involved in reading, I inadvertently went thirty minutes over what we had arranged. I stripped off my clothes, grabbed one of my pillows, and quietly opened my bathroom door to gain access to Sarah’s door. I paused to allow my eyes to adjust to the darkness. There was a nightlight in the bathroom but it was very dim. I opened up the door to Sarah’s room and left the door open to let in the small amount of light. It was pitch black in her room and I could barely make out the bed. I slowly made my way to her and could hear her sleeping. Her breaths were deep and slow, indicating she was sound asleep. I was glad to find only a thin sheet covering her. I pulled it down to the end of the bed. It was warm in the room and the sheet was probably even too much. I groped around to where her shoulder should be and touched her arm. She didn’t stir. I followed her arm to her nightie, delighted to discover it was the same one she wore in the living room. I moved one side of her nightie off her breast to the side and repeated with the other. I readied myself to throw the pillow on her, but she remained in a deep sleep. Leaning over, I ran my tongue across her nearest nipple. I gently licked it while cupping her other full breast in my hand. I gently massaged it and located her nipple with my index finger and thumb. She stirred, but it appeared she was incorporating it in her dreams. When I twisted her nipples with my mouth and fingers, her breathing became labored. As she awakened, she moaned. With my free hand, I placed the pillow over her head whispering to her, “Moan in the pillow. Remember, Mom is in the next room.” I brought my hand down and kneaded both breasts, relishing their fullness. I latched on to her nipple with my mouth and the areola was higher than ever, engorged with blood. She panted heavily and I felt her bring her arms up to hold the pillow in place. She groaned loudly into it and I could only hope Mom wouldn’t hear. Her puffy, engorged nipples enabled me to grip them harder than ever before. She was hotter than ever, and as my lips and fingers squeezed her sensitive nubs, her body shook and shuddered as she experienced a mini-orgasm. I felt her body relax so I moved my hand down to remove her panties. I found her thigh and ran my hand up the outside moving the bottom of her nightie up as I went. I moved past her waist and found no panties line. Of course, she had removed them. She was expecting a good fucking tonight. I moved to the bed and positioned myself between her legs. I held my stiff prick by the base trying to locate her hot box. My prick hit the top of her thigh so I dragged it up until my head nestled into her wet, hot lips. She was wet and leaking pussy juice from her mini-orgasm. I ran my prick up and down her slit, teasing her clit at the top. I went too far once and overshot her clit. My slick prick ended up in a mat of fur. My heart raced when I realized it was Mom’s hairy pussy and not Sarah’s. My mind raced with the realization that Mom was ready to fuck me, pretending she was Sarah. If I stopped, she’d know I recognized her. My only choice was to act like I was about to fuck Sarah. Careful not to alert her that I knew, I ran my prick up and down her slit again. Not wanting to waste an opportunity, I moved my hands to her legs and stroked up and down as I had fantasized for years. It was better than I could have ever imagined. I stopped to squeeze the fleshy part of her thighs before moving back down to caress her firm legs. I lodged my fat head in between her tight, puffy lips, wondering if I should acknowledge the mistaken identity. Mom obviously knew it was me, but she didn’t know I knew it was her. She could stop it at any time, preventing any further interaction. “Why did she let it go this long?” I asked myself. Was she enjoying the moment and would eventually end it before we committed the ultimate incestuous act? I moved my hands up to her waist, letting my dick soak on her pussy lips. Exploring up further, I held her full mounds, my excitement growing, knowing they belonged to my mother. As soon as I tugged on her full nipples she bucked up, causing me to slide several inches into her hot channel. Her pussy begged for more hard cock and I was only too happy to help. I slowly slid into her juicy, tight canal, allowing her pussy to adjust to my girth. Her walls expanded when I sank deeper. Thinking of what I was doing, I almost climaxed. I was fucking my mother, the woman I’d fantasized over for years. My prick was stuffed in the same canal I emerged from nineteen years earlier. Her pussy walls quivered, releasing slick juices, facilitating the large ram sinking into her sacred hole. Her cunt convulsed with lust when I bottomed out. I felt our pubic hairs meshing together when we joined together as no mother and son should be. I moved my prick up and down and around, hitting her sensitive spots. Pulling back out, I thrust back in hard. She screamed into the pillow, her breathing rate turning rapid and uneven. I continued my assault on her nipples while driving in and out of her sloppy pussy. We both leaked profusely, soaking our mats of pelvic hair. Obscene sloshing sounds filled the room as our bodies repeatedly slammed together. My rock-hard cock sawed in and out of my mother while I kneaded her full breasts. Her shrieks in the pillow were constant as she released her pent-up carnal lust for her son. It was hard to discern her words of passion as her voice was muffled, but on one powerful stroke, I distinctly heard her call out my name. I brought my hands down from her breasts to firmly grip her waist allowing me to pound my shaft in harder and deeper. She moaned louder, thrusting her hips up to meet my strokes. I kept slamming in and out of my excited, writhing mother.
We both raced to experience our first incestuous orgasm. My fantasies included kissing her on our first coupling, but I couldn’t risk it. I would remember my first fuck with Mom forever. Her pussy walls squeezed my prick, her channel constricting from mini-orgasms. I kept plowing in and out as fast as I could. I was officially a motherfucker after dreaming about it for so long. Suddenly, panic swept over me as I realized I was about to fill my mother’s pussy full of vibrant sperm. “Was she protected?” I wondered. I assumed Sarah was safe because she seduced me and knew ahead of time. Mom didn’t. She had no idea I was going to fuck her. Should I pull out and spray her stomach?Slowing my thrusting must have triggered an alarm for Mom. Her humping decreased. She knew what was about to happen. I would soon be spraying her cavern with sticky cum. Would she push me off at the last minute? My prick became impatient and stiffened from the intense pleasure of Mom’s squeezing slot. Detecting movement, I felt her move her legs out widely. It was an act of submission, as she succumbed to the pleasure of incestuous copulation. It was a signal that she was receptive to receive as much prick as her son could provide. Thrusting in deeply, my balls squashed between her ass cheeks. Her loud screams could be heard all over the house as I pounded my horny mother. She arched her back and humped up harder than before. My prick swelled in anticipation of exploding, scraping her sensitive pussy walls, causing her walls to spasm from her orgasm. Her cunt contracted tightly on my stiff prick as I slammed into her. Her climax coaxed my balls to erupt a long blast of hot sperm into her horny hole. Another orgasm hit her when she felt another stream of cum coat her walls. I erupted again and she had two more major orgasms as I continued to fill her cavern with my creamy baby-batter. I stroked in and out until I was certain she had finished. Her body relaxed indicating she had achieved the sexual release she needed. I pulled out, knowing a river of cum drooled out of her pussy down to the bed. At least I didn’t have to worry about Mom discovering the soiled sheets. “What happens next?” I asked myself. Should I confess to her and hope our relationship grows? As if to answer, she firmly held the pillow to her face, indicating she wasn’t ready to face me and admit to our incestuous copulation. I quietly moved off the bed, leaned over and whispered, “Damn, Sarah. That was fantastic. I did what you told me to do and imagined you were my mother. It made me so fucking hot. See you in the morning.” Hopefully, my speech would help Mom maintain her secret.
I slithered back to my bedroom and soundly slept in late. Finally waking up, I heard Sarah and Mom talking in the kitchen. I threw on my robe and joined them. They both greeted me, neither of them acting like anything inappropriate happened the previous night. Mom related, “We’ve made some plans today to visit some of the local sights and eat at my favorite restaurant this evening.” Seeing my hang-dog face, she continued, “Don’t worry, Billy. You’re invited, too. We need a man to protect us from any men we might run into.” It turned out to be a delightful day accompanied by two beautiful women while visiting the various scenic spots. We received a lot of envious stares from horny husbands and hormone-crazed kids. We returned to the house late, took our showers, and met in the living room. They assumed their positions on either side of me as we talked and watched TV together. I think Mom felt the pressure was off now, as she knew I was fucking Sarah and she didn’t need to be worried about establishing my relationship. Exhausted from the long day, we decided to retire for the night. Sarah informed us she needed to return to her house the next day. I think Mom wanted to spend more time with her new friend but agreed to let me take her back alone, allowing some time for us to be together. I went to my room and threw my clothes off, sliding between the sheets. I kicked myself for not asking Sarah what room she’d be in, so I could visit her. I soon fell asleep, reliving the lovemaking from the previous night. My dreams revolved around my mom fantasies. I was hard as a rock and my prick was wetter than ever. My mind slowly came to as my cock wasn’t only wet but there was a mouth sliding up and down it, scraping the sides on each upstroke. I involuntarily moaned when her mouth trapped my cock-head and washed the tip of my prick with her raspy tongue. Before I fully awakened, I felt a pillow slam against my face. All I could think of was when I did the same to Mom, but Sarah had told me to do it, too so it could be her. I didn’t care at this point. I pulled the pillow down and moaned at the wonderful cock sucking I was receiving. After my prick turned fully hard, her mouth left my prick. The sudden rush of cold air gave me goosebumps. I felt the bed shift with her weight as she positioned her legs on either side of my hips. My rock-hard prick became quickly enveloped with a tight, juicy cunt. Once our pelvic areas mashed together, she ground her hips around, pleasuring herself on my erect pole. A thick mat of pussy fur mixed with my pubic hair. It was Mom again, taking advantage of Sarah’s final night. She must have thought she was successful in tricking me into believing I was fucking Sarah. Mom couldn’t really think that Sarah and I wouldn’t discuss this and figure it out. She really didn’t think this through, or maybe she hoped I would find out the truth. She wouldn’t have to verbally admit her lust for me in order to convey her desires. She lowered down so she could firmly hold the pillow in place as she stroked up and down on my stiff rod. Her cock-starved pussy leaked profusely, causing a frothy mess of juices between us. She furiously bounced up and down my pole. Her panting became labored, her excitement on par with the first time. I wondered how she had contained her sexual lust over the last several years. My hands were free to roam, as she held the pillow. I reached up, finding her full breasts and gently squeezed them. She breathed harder and slammed down again on my rigid stick. I twisted her fat blood-engorged nipples. She shoved her face into the other side of the pillow to let out a moan and shriek of pleasure. I continued to tease her nipples as we raced toward our climax. Her juicy and tight pussy devoured my prick and clung on to it with each upstroke. Mom sensed my mushroom-shaped head enlarge with blood, ready to shoot out my hot, thick spunk. She slammed down as my cum shot out my cock. With every pulse, her clasping pussy contracted around my prick. She continued humping long after I had emptied my load of sticky sperm. She pulled off my softening prick and gently extracted herself off the bed. Before she left I felt her warm mouth surround my softening prick, slurping our mixed juices. She silently left my room through the door to the hall. I guess she had moved back to her suite. I was exhausted and slept late again. I awoke to Mom shaking my shoulder, telling me I needed to drive Sarah home.
I promised to take a shower and be right out to grab a bite before we left. Sarah was already packed and ready to head home. It was a tearful departure for Sarah and Mom as they had become good friends. I told Mom I’d be home for dinner and as I left, I saw her broad smile. I wonder if she suspected I was going to go fuck Sarah all day or was she happy, knowing I was coming back home for good?
Sarah’s cheerful mood made the ride back to her place very pleasant. She insisted that once we were at her place, she wanted me to describe what happened with my mother as she knew I hadn’t joined with her as planned. Once we arrived at her house, she unpacked her clothes. Knowing Jeff was still at school doing some work he needed to finish, we met in her bedroom, quickly undressed, and engaged in a furious fuck. Afterward, she impatiently demanded to hear the juicy details. I related how I snuck into the spare bedroom to meet with her and was surprised to discover my mom in her place. I told her about the fantastic sex we had. “I actually arranged that,” Sarah confessed. “That’s why I told you to come to my room. I convinced your mother to switch rooms with me as she had bragged to me about her satin sheets.” After pausing to collect her thoughts for a moment, she continued, “I convinced her to wear my nightie, since it was silk and not to wear anything underneath. I wanted to make it as easy for you to fire her up before her moral compass overrode her lust. When we modeled the nighties for you, she mentioned her nipples were super sensitive and she could orgasm from having them stimulated. That’s why I told you to suck on them.” “You are the true seductress,” I professed. “Mom didn’t have a chance with you guiding her. I can’t thank you enough.” She smiled and confided, “I heard you two fucking, and when I heard your mom’s screams, I rummaged through her nightstand and found her dildo. That thing got a real workout, while I listened to your first incestuous fuck.” Kissing me tenderly, she continued, “The next night, I had to use my fingers while your Mom humped you. I was in the bathroom, ready to visit you when I heard her assaulting her boy. That could have been an embarrassing situation. I’m so happy that you’ve finally connected with your mother. Your relationship will only grow stronger.” Returning her kiss, I replied, “We owe it all to you, if it happens.”She replied, “Don’t worry. Now that she’s experienced the blissful union with her son, she won’t be able to resist. She’ll be reluctant, so you’ll need to take the lead and initiate it to make it easier for her. Approach her where she’s most comfortable, her bed. Those satin sheets are indeed as wonderful as she boasted. Remember, she sleeps in the nude.” We worked ourselves up so much we made love again. It was slower and more loving than before. Sarah had done so much for me, I wanted to demonstrate how deeply I cared for her. After we finished, she told me I shouldn’t return unless my mother approves. She told me to spend as much time with her as possible as we had a beautiful relationship ahead of us. I kissed her goodbye and headed home to Mom.