I always considered myself to be lucky to grow up in a vacation wonderland in New Hampshire, and even luckier to be able to live there as an adult. My father established a lucrative real estate agency in Laconia, and we lived in a beautiful home on Lake Winnipesaukee.
My name is Ellen, and when I was five years old and just going into the first grade, an Indian family bought the home next to us on the lake. The father was a wealthy businessman, and they moved to the lake after he purchased car dealerships in Laconia and Rochester. I later learned that his parents immigrated to America to avoid the caste system that is still viable in many parts of India. I don’t understand all of that, but his family was a lower caste with darker complexions, and they didn’t have many opportunities to succeed there, except maybe as farmers.
I met the Indian daughter named Sara down by the lake shortly after they moved in, and we became friends almost immediately. She was my age and also going into the first grade. We were very happy that we were in the same class together. When we started school, I learned first-hand just how mean kids can be. The population in our area is 97% white, and many of the locals were biased against any people of color. Sara was a girl with a flawless, medium-olive complexion, and I couldn’t understand how they could hold that against her.
The kids taunted and teased her about being Indian, and I was usually there to come to her defense. That of course caused both of us to become outcasts, so our friendship grew stronger and stronger as we progressed through school and looked to one another for comfort and support.
We spent our summer’s together swimming in the lake and day dreaming on the old wooden dock in front of my home. And in the winter we participated in all sorts of skating and skiing sports together. By the time we were sixteen years old and going into our junior year of high school, some of the boys were changing their minds about Sara and me.
She was a beautiful girl at 5’5” tall and 120 pounds. Her face and skin color reminded me a lot of the actress Halle Berry. Her hair was long, silky and dark, and her eyes were a sparkling, light-brown. But the things that really got the boy’s attention were her firm, D-cup breasts and a shapely ass. We were about the same height and weight, and I also had nice D-cup breasts and a nice, tight ass. But my hair was natural-blonde and I had blue eyes. We were together all of the time, and our contrasting hair, skin and eye colors made us quite alluring to the boys.
We usually double-dated and had a lot of fun with the boys. By the beginning of our senior year, we were fucking several of the boys. We were often able to fuck them in one of our parent’s homes when they were out for the evening, and I always enjoyed watching Sara have sex. We were both in good shape and curvy in the right places, and her body was so gorgeous to me. Both of us had neatly-trimmed pubic hair, and I enjoyed looking at her dark hair, since mine was blonde and the skin on and around her vulva was almost black.
One night Sara was sleeping over at my house after our dates, and we had both been fucked at my boyfriend’s house earlier. We were laying under the sheet and blanket talking about our dates (Brad was my date and Jimmy was hers), and I got curious about something and said, “Wow Sara, from the mess in my panties, it sure feels like Brad filled me with a really big load of cum tonight. How was it with Jimmy?”
Then Sara replied, “Yeah, the boys must have been extra horny tonight. It feels like Jimmy shot a big load into me too. If you don’t mind, I’d really like to see your mess, and I’ll show you mine too.”
In our twelve years of being best friends, we had never done anything even the least bit sexual together. Nonetheless, her interest in seeing my cum-soaked pussy made me want to see her pussy too. I suddenly felt all tingly inside. I was a little nervous and embarrassed, but I replied, “Okay Sara, let’s show each other, but we can’t tell anyone else about this.”
I was wearing a t-shirt and panties, so I pushed down the covers and quickly pulled off my panties, as Sara turned around and moved down to look at me. I spread my legs as she got closer, and she laughed and said, “That’s really cool Ellen. Your lips and hair are coated with his cum, and some of it is still oozing out of you. He must have had a really big load tonight, and it smells good, but strong. Now look at me.”
Since she had turned around in the bed, we were already head-to-toe, so she pulled off her panties and spread her legs. I was only a foot or so from her pussy, and the aroma of her pussy and the cum were overpowering and arousing. I had sucked my boyfriends off and swallowed it a few times, but never had a chance to smell it like that. Jimmy’s cum was thick and white, and showed up visibly on her dark hair and vulva.
My heart was beating faster as I looked at her pussy and then up to see the rising and falling of her big breasts as she breathed. For the first time in my life I desired sexual contact with another girl. I placed my hand on her thigh, only a few inches from her pussy, and said, “Sara, Jimmy made a big mess too, and you look so delicious to me. Do you mind if I lean down and taste some of his cum?”
She smiled at me and said, “It’s okay to taste me Ellen, but I get to taste you too.”
I shifted over and gently touched my tongue to her hairy, cum-covered vulva, and pushed it slightly inside. Then Sara moaned as I opened my mouth and covered her labia with my mouth and started sucking. She followed by tasting and then sucking my labia. So there we were, in a side-by-side sixty-nine, sucking each other’s pussies. I just loved the taste of her juices and the cum, and I wrapped my arms around her ass to pull her closer to me. She did the same to hold me tight, and we sucked one another for at least fifteen minutes as we made love to one another’s cunts. We both had big orgasms.
As we parted from sucking pussy, I scooted farther down in the bed, still in the sixty-nine position, and pulled up her t-shirt, and sucked her gorgeous, dark nipple and areola into my mouth. Then she pulled up my t-shirt and sucked my nipple, and we continued to hold tightly and suck each other like that, switching from breast to breast for another thirty minutes.
When we finished sucking each other’s breasts, Sara turned back around in the bed and we held one another and kissed passionately. After we finally calmed down and were lying side by side, Sara looked over at me and said, “Fuck Ellen, that was amazing. I never knew I could get such pleasure with another girl.”
I smiled at her and said, “Oh I know Sara, I’ve never felt this way before. The boys just want to fuck and shoot, and it was so nice to be caressed. I could feel your love for me, and I hope that you felt mine. I don’t think this makes us lesbians or anything, because I still love cock. It sure will be nice to have this to comfort one another when we feel the need. And I just love the contrast of our skin together.”
We continued to date boys in high school, but we still took the opportunity to have sex together during sleepovers. After graduation, we decided to go to Granite State College in Concord, which is only about twenty-seven miles and thirty-eight minutes from Laconia. We both majored in business administration and lived together in the dorm. We were close enough to home that we were able to go home whenever we wanted to. Our shared goal was to go to a college close to home and hopefully meet some boys from our area. We wanted to end up living on the lake for the rest of our lives.
Our lives had been parallel since the first grade, so it was no surprise that we both met our future husbands in our second year of college. By the age of twenty we were married and both had sons. Our husbands came from well-to-do families in the Laconia area, and our families were wealthy by most standards. So we had the resources to continue on with college living in small homes in Concord. Sara married an Indian man from her same caste, so their son Daman also has a medium-olive complexion. My son Jason is fair-skinned and has blonde hair like me and his father Dan.
After graduating from college, we bought homes right next to one another on the lake and not too far from our parent’s homes. Our husbands didn’t object too much when we insisted that we live next door, but our closeness eventually stated to wear on them. Sara and I did everything together with our boys. They were growing up with the same experiences we had, as being best friends. There was still that ugly racism to deal with when they started school, and that made them even closer.
It was so enjoyable watching our sons grow up together, and they spent a lot of time together on the dock in front of my home. During the summer they turned sixteen years old, just before starting their junior year. They were both handsome and muscular young men who attracted a lot of attention from the girls. They double-dated the girls just like Sara and I had done with the boys in high school, and they were also very close to Sara and me.
We fawning mothers sat on the deck for hours watching our boys boating, skiing and playing in the water, and I often wondered if Sara was lusting after Jason the same way I lusted for Daman. His darker skin was attractive to me, and although our sons wore loose-fitting bathing suits, I sometimes caught glimpses of Daman’s rather large cock and balls pressing against the fabric.
Sara and I turned thirty-six years old during that summer, and we still looked almost as good as we did in high school. That wasn’t good enough for Sara’s husband, though, and he wanted a divorce so he could run off with a younger white woman that he met at work. Sara got a good divorce settlement from her husband, and also went to work at her father’s dealership. I think my husband was still happy with me, but he had an amazing job opportunity in New York City, and wanted to move there to take the position.
I knew that I was being selfish, but I had a hard time accepting the reality of leaving our wonderful life on the lake, and also leaving my dear friend Sara. We finally decided that Dan would take the job and commute home on weekends for a while, as I continued to struggle with my decision. New York is about three hundred miles and almost six hours by car from Laconia, so I knew that the travel would put a strain on Dan. It was cost prohibitive to travel there by air, and even if he did it took almost as much in total time.
With Sara divorced and Dan gone during the week, Sara and I and the boys were spending more and more time together. I always tried to maintain a motherly demeanor around the boys, but I noticed that Jason would sometimes flirt with Sara, and Daman would flirt with me. We both flirted back. It was all very subtle, but the boys were so handsome and mature, that I sometimes forgot that we were blurring the lines of morality.
When school started in the fall, the boys were dating their girlfriends again. They would usually take turns sleeping over at either Sara’s or my home after they took their dates home. Dan was coming home fewer and fewer of the weekends, and I was in bed alone and not yet asleep one night when the boys came back to my home. I heard them talking in Jason’s room. Since I was getting up to go to the bathroom anyway, and was in a nosy mood, I tiptoed up to their partially-open door to listen.
They were quiet for a few moments and then I heard Jason whisper, “Yeah, no shit man. Janet wouldn’t give it up to me tonight either. You’d think those pussies were gold or something. She let me suck her big tits and finger her long enough to give me the blue balls, and then said that she didn’t feel like giving me a blowjob or fucking.”
Daman laughed and replied, “Well, just because those bitches didn’t want to do it, that doesn’t mean that we can’t help each other out like before. Turn around and get under me and let’s do this.”
Then Jason said, “Okay Daman, you know that I always like you to be on top.”
There was enough light coming into the room from the outside security light that I could see what was going on. It’s hard to describe how I felt when I saw the boys pull off their underwear, as Jason laid on his back on the bed. I saw both of the boy’s cocks and my pussy immediately got wet. Daman’s cock is uncircumcised, about seven and one half inches long and very thick, even though it didn’t look to be fully hard. His balls are also big and low-hanging, and his cock and balls are almost black. Jason’s cock was also about half-hard, and he looked to be about the same size as Daman, except that he is circumcised.
Daman moved on top of Jason and they took one another’s cocks into their mouths. They sucked each other for a few minutes, and I then saw that their cocks looked to be nearly nine inches long and very thick. Daman was fucking Jason’s mouth as Jason wrapped his arms around his ass and waist to hold him in place. Daman was also sucking Jason aggressively. It only took the boys a few minutes of sucking like that until I saw both of their asses clinch and thrust, as they swallowed each other’s cum. I don’t know why Jason preferred the more-submissive bottom position. But the whole thing was so erotic, especially with the contrast in their fair and dark skin colors.
I could hardly believe that I had just witnessed our boys doing the same thing that Sara and I had done at their age. I knew they liked girls and weren’t gay. They were just experiencing bisexual relief just like Sara and I had done. I quietly walked back to my room, and masturbated myself to a huge orgasm, just thinking about Daman’s black cock and balls.
Sara came over to my home the next day after the boys left home. I told her all about the boys sucking each other, and it turned us on so much that we ended up sucking each other to orgasm on my couch. And she was very proud when I told her how much I liked seeing Daman’s big, black cock and huge balls. Sara was curious about Jason’s cock too, and she was thrilled when I said that both boys had really big cocks. We were simply proud of our boys. I don’t think either one of us anticipated what would happen in the near future.
Now that we were aware of the boy’s bisexual tendencies, Sara and I both paid more attention when the boys were sleeping over at either of our homes. We observed them doing the same thing about half of the times they were together, usually depending on whether they got any pussy or got sucked off by their dates that night.
Dan was home for two weeks over the Christmas holidays, and our personal situation came to a head. I decided that I would not move from our lake home that I loved so much, and that was the beginning of the end of our marriage. He came home less and less after that, and we were divorced by the summer. Jason and I got decent child support and alimony payments from Dan. I also got my real estate license and started to work with my father’s agency. So we were still comfortable financially and able to stay on the lake.
On a weekend in mid-January the boys had gone out on dates on Friday night. On Saturday night I had Sara and Daman over for a little post-holiday get together with us. We let the boys drink wine and beer with us in the privacy of our homes, and played various card and board games. We had a great time, with a lot of subtle flirting between Daman and me, and Jason and Sara.
We allowed the boys to call us by our first names when no one else was around. That probably helped to make us all seem maybe a little too familiar together. But the boys also called us Mom, depending on the circumstances. By 11:30 pm Sara and I were a little tipsy from several glasses of wine. Jason was passed out on the couch in the living room, having consumed way too much beer.
Sara decided to call it a night and went home. Since Daman was planning on sleeping over anyway, he tried to help me get Jason to bed. After struggling with Jason’s dead weight for a few minutes, we decided to just make him comfortable on the couch and covered him up there. Daman went to the bathroom to get ready for bed, while I changed into my night gown and settled in on the couch in the family room to read a novel that I had been trying to finish.
Daman came out in a t-shirt and shorts and sat next to me on the couch. I was a little uncomfortable since I didn’t expect any company. My gown was very sheer, and I wasn’t wearing either a bra or panties, so I tried to cover up the best I could. Daman sat there quietly for a few minutes watching me reading, and then said, “Ellen, I just can’t get over how beautiful you look tonight, especially in that gown. Mom looked pretty too, and no one that didn’t know you two would guess that you are almost thirty-seven years old.”
I looked at him and smiled and said, “Thank you Daman, it’s very nice of you to say so. And you and Jason are very handsome young men. You both sometimes seem much more mature than your almost-seventeen years. Sara and I are very proud of both of you. It’s not easy without our husbands sometimes, and you boys take good care of us.”
Daman always seemed to be a little more serious in our teasing than Jason was, so I wasn’t totally surprised when he slowly moved his arm behind me on the top of the couch. Then he slipped his arm down onto my shoulders. I knew that he was going to make his move on me. I knew that I should resist him, but when he pulled me towards him and our lips met, I knew that I couldn’t refuse him. We kissed passionately with our tongues intertwined, and when he dropped his hand to rub my big breasts, I gave into my wanton desires.
I broke the kiss, and without saying a word, stood up and took his hand to lead him to my bed. I felt like I was in high school again as he pulled my gown up and off as we lay back on the bed. He leaned in to caress and suck my big breasts, and I rubbed his muscular chest with one hand as I reached for his cock with the other.
He pulled down his shorts for me and I wrapped my hand around his cock. I had never seen up close or felt a cock that big, and never one with a foreskin either. After watching Jason suck him on several occasions, I just had to taste it for myself. I turned around in the bed, and as I moved my face closer to his crotch, I could smell his musky, teenage crotch, and it turned me on even more.
There was enough light coming in through the window that I could see his black cock and the thick veins running all over the surface of it. He cock head was huge, and partially covered by his foreskin, and it was leaking a lot of precum. I opened my mouth wide to take him in. I so enjoyed the feel and taste of his cock in my mouth.
Dan and I had not made love in months, and this teen cock was twice as big as his anyway. I had just gotten about half of his shaft in my mouth when I felt his breath on my pussy. He moved in and covered my hairy vulva with his mouth. We lay there for the longest time sucking one another.
Daman finally turned around in the bed and moved on top of me, and we kissed a slow, sensuous, wet kiss as I felt his cock press into my labia. He could feel the tightness of my vagina as he slowly pushed his big, black cock into me. He was a very considerate and thoughtful lover for being so young. After only a few minutes he was buried in me to his balls, and then he began long, slow strokes as we continued to kiss passionately. Daman was making love to me, and not just going for a quick fuck and cum.
As we continued fucking, I was on my third orgasm when Daman stopped kissing me for a moment and said, “Ellen, I love you so much. You are everything that any man could want in a woman. I have wanted you since this summer, and can hardly believe that I am with you like this.”
I couldn’t be sure if he was really feeling romantic love for me, or if it was the love of a strong friendship that our families shared, and the rapture of having sex. I also loved him, and more than could be explained by our families’ friendship. So I responded, “I love you too Daman, but we have to be careful and keep this under control. Our age difference is too great for this to last forever. Let’s just enjoy one another while we can.”
Daman started stroking me faster and faster and said, “I’m cumming Ellen, and I love you more than you understand. Can you feel my load shooting into you?”
I was writhing in passion and having my fourth orgasm, and I could feel his semen and sperm flooding my vagina. This boy was shooting a much bigger load into me than Dan ever did. I held him tightly as his orgasm subsided and his cock began to soften in me. I was happy that I had continued taking my birth control pills, even though I knew that Dan was drawing away from me. We lay in bed, still joined in our sexual union, and hugged and kissed until we fell asleep, still connected with his soft, but long and thick cock in me.
The morning sun streaming through the window woke me, and when I saw and felt Daman lying with me I knew it wasn’t a dream. I woke him and said, “Daman that was so wonderful last night, but I don’t know if we should do this again. For now you need to get to Jason’s room so he won’t know that we slept together. I just hope he isn’t awake yet.”
Daman pulled on his t-shirt and shorts and I followed him to the door. He peeked out and it looked safe to leave. He walked quietly down the hall to Jason’s room. I stepped out to see how Jason was doing and where he was, and caught just a glimpse of him walking out the back door. I couldn’t then know for sure if he saw Daman leave my room, but it was very strange that he would walk out of the house like that.
I only found out later that day when Sara came over, that Jason went over and knocked on her back door when he left our home. She of course let him in and asked him why he was there, and he said, “I saw Daman coming out of Mom’s bedroom this morning, and I’m sure that he fucked her. I’ve come over here to do the same thing to you.”
Jason was visibly upset, and Sara made them coffee, and she hoped to talk with him and to console him. The longer they talked the more sympathy she felt for him. At one point they were standing at the kitchen counter, and Jason hugged her and kissed her hard on the lips. She didn’t resist his advances; first out of the feeling of love and friendship between our families, and then out of lust as she felt his big cock pressing into her belly. She took him to her bed and they fucked just as Daman and I had done, and then she came over to see me to air out the whole thing between us.
I t was difficult talking about what happened, even though we are the closest of friends. We had both crossed a line, but I was the most irresponsible since I let it happen with Daman first. Sara told me that Jason had expressed his love for her, and I told her that Daman felt the same way towards me. We talked for hours to try to understand what caused this to happen and to determine what we should do going forward. Both of us knew that it was wrong. But we loved the intimacy after not having sex with a man for so long.
We thought that the boys might be upset with each other, and decided to just let them work it out themselves. They both had strong feelings for both of us. We risked escalating the situation if it looked like either Sara or I were taking sides with either boy. After just one day the boys were talking and interacting again, and things seemed to reach a different kind of normal for us.
When we were able to meet and talk as a group, there was a new tension between us. Everyone knew that everyone else was aware of what happened. Though, we never actually discussed the fact that Sara and I had fucked the other’s sons. The boys still showed their love for us as their mothers, but they also showed a new kind of love for the other mother. And soon the sex started again.
I still don’t know if the boys collaborated, or if it just happened, but Daman would come over to visit me at the same time Jason visited Sara. The boys were staying with us and fucking us every day, and usually more than once. They even spent the night with us. It was almost as if we were couples or even married. It seemed so natural to me to accept Daman as my lover, as our feelings for one another grew. I just loved fucking his big, black cock, and Sara felt the same about fucking Jason.
Our lives continued that way for several more weeks, and then in late February Sara and I and the boys went on a weekend skiing trip to the White Mountains. One of her friends got us a great deal on a slope-side, ski-out condo. The views were fantastic, and the condo has two bedrooms, two bathrooms, kitchen, hot tub, and a great room with an open hearth fireplace.
We drove up after school and work on Friday, and got settled by about 10:00 pm. Sara shared one of the bedrooms with Jason, and I shared the other one with Daman. This was the first time that we were in a situation where it was observably apparent that we were fucking the other’s sons.
On Saturday we got up early and had a long day skiing, with a welcome break for lunch at the ski lodge. That night we went to a very nice local restaurant for dinner, and got back to the condo at about 9:00 pm. We brought wine and beer with us, so we sat around talking and drinking for a while, before Daman got the idea to play some music on the sound system.
We danced as couples for a while, and the boys held us tightly and kissed us during the slow songs. Daman even took the initiative to rub my tits and ass while we danced, and Jason soon followed suit with Sara. I was at first apprehensive about Jason seeing me with Daman that way, but then I was aroused. I felt Jason’s acceptance as he smiled at me and then began rubbing Sara in the same way. Then our relationships were out in the open.
On the ride back to the lake we talked for the first time about the relationships our sons had with the other mother. Sara and I even admitted to the boys that we enjoyed sucking each other, and I let the boys know that we knew about them sucking each other’s cocks. By the time we got home all of us were expressing our love for each other. Our relationships then entered a new and exciting phase.
The boys graduated from high school and decided to go to Granite State just as Sara and I had done. They were staying in the dorm but also came home a couple nights each week and on the weekends. We were still able to enjoy our lives together. Daman has talked about wanting to marry me and have kids, and Jason wants to marry Sara. But as appealing as that is to Sara and me, we know that it can never happen.
Our love for the boys is real, but as we all get older, the twenty year age difference will manifest itself in many problematic ways. We continue to encourage the boys to date girls their age, and hope that they will someday find women to marry and have children with. In the meantime, we will enjoy the very special relationships that we have with our best friend’s sons.
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