Subject:     A Visit With My Mom
Story Codes: MF FF MMFF F-solo oral exhib incest mother daughter
Diary Date:  August 3, 2010 
Author:      Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>

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Summary:  

After the divorce, my mom needed a fresh start so she moved out to Oregon to 
be near her best friend Tammy.  It had been ages since I'd seen her so you 
can imagine how anxious I was when she offered an invitation.  How had she 
been handling life as a single woman again?

First, I have to say that during this past week with my mom I saw a side of 
her that I never have before.  Until now, she’s always been a mother and a 
wife and even though I knew she had a bit of a wild side of her back in high 
school, she’s always been relatively conservative, at least from my 
perspective.  Well, I don't know what else to say other than my mom is now an 
outright slut!  You know I mean that in a loving way, it's just I never saw 
her before in sexual situations with people other than my dad and a few times 
with my Aunt Linda and Uncle Jim.  Sure there was my cousin Rick but that was 
just her having some fun, nothing serious.  My eyes were opened, that’s for 
sure!

Table of Contents
   Chapter 1 – The Pain of Divorce
   Chapter 2 – I Finally Visit My Mom
   Chapter 3 – A Night on the Town With My Mom
   Chapter 4 – A Last Night With My Mom


Chapter 1 - The Pain of Divorce
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All my life I’d grown up in the most loving household any girl could ask.  My 
parent’s marriage was always something that I admired and hoped to model in 
my own life.  My mother was especially important when it came to teaching me 
ethics and morals, always with careful consideration of our religious 
beliefs.  Even when it came to sex, she emphasize that while sex can be fun 
and fulfilling, there are also lines that are never to be crossed.  She 
emphasized the importance of safe sex, being respectful of other people, and 
taught me the duties of a proper daughter and wife when it came to sex.

My father didn’t so much talk to me about such things, leaving that to my 
mother, but rather demonstrated by his own actions the role of a loving 
father and husband.  Even though he had desires for me much earlier, he 
respected my mother’s wishes and waited until I was sixteen and determined 
for myself the proper course of action before he had sex with me.  While I 
know he has many urges and desires that go beyond what I care to do, he never 
forced himself on me or asked me to do anything that I didn’t want to do.

As husband and wife, I always thought that there was no marriage better than 
my parents.  Yes, they believed in incest but that was not just so they could 
have sex with other people but more as a sign of their love for one another 
and desire to bring their family closer together.

One thing my parents taught me early was that sex outside the family when you 
are married is adultery, even if everyone is OK with it.  As such they never 
“swung” or had sex with other couples or individuals.  I was convinced that 
when I got married, I would model my marriage after theirs and like them, 
restrict my sexual activities to my husband and family.  That didn’t mean I 
couldn't suck other dicks or flirt and such, but actual sex was sacred and 
not to be shared once you were married.

One thing I also admired my mother was her love for my father and absolute 
faith in him.  She was never jealous when he would fuck her sister or me, not 
even when he started doing my cousins.  So long as it was just incest she was 
OK with it.  Unlike so many wives, she also never felt intimidated by his 
desire for porn, even when it involved young girls.  She was secure in her 
faith that he loved her and that fantasy was just that - fantasy and not to 
be confused with any lack of his desire for her.

So for 24 years, this was how I viewed my parents’ marriage.  I was convinced 
they would always be happy together and that nothing could break the bond 
between them.

Well, it just goes to show how you don’t always know the truth behind the 
façade.  When my parents told me that they were going to split, it was like 
someone dropped a nuclear bomb on my life.  At first I was in total denial, 
convinced that it couldn't be true.  Then I went through a guilt phase, 
convinced that somehow I hadn’t done enough as a daughter to please my 
father.  It actually took over a year before I came to terms with everything, 
partly because I didn’t learn everything from the start.

Today I know the truth about my parent’s marriage.  First and foremost, it 
was NOT a façade.  My parents truly loved one another and I believe that deep 
down they still do.  It’s just that certain issues could never be resolved.

I don’t blame either of them as from my perspective they each had a hand in 
what transpired.  My mother’s interpretation of adultery was pretty strict 
which didn’t help as my dad would have loved to be with other couples.  It 
wasn't that he wanted to go off on his own but rather he just wanted to share 
his wife whom he was so proud of.

There was also my mother’s firm stance against him having sex with me until I 
asked for it.  When I was eight and saw my dad masturbating, my mother 
explained sex to me and even had me hold my dad’s dick that night in our hot 
tub, stroking him until he came.  I know now that my dad wanted more, even if 
it was just to have me suck him, but my mom refused.  Personally, I don’t see 
what harm it would have done because I would have done anything to please my 
father.  As it was, he had to wait eight years before I touched him again and 
during that time he couldn't even be sure I EVER would ask.  Who knows, maybe 
had she allowed him to satisfy his urges with me then he wouldn’t have become 
so entrenched in child porn.

Speaking of which, if there was any issue that drive them apart, it had to be 
my dad’s ever-growing obsession with young girls.  It seemed the older he 
got, the younger he wanted them.  Of course my mother saw to it that he never 
did anything beyond watching porn and fanaticizing, but it surely didn't help 
that her sister was also into young boys and my dad knew that she was 
involved with other families where he could easily have safe with young girls 
as well.  I don’t really know who to “blame” more - my dad for being unable 
to control his urges or my mom for refusing to allow him to act on them.  
Either way, it seemed to be the straw that broke the back of their marriage 
camel.

My parent’s divorce hit me hard at a time in my life when other issues were 
hitting me as well, including the breakup with my boyfriend Duane whom I had 
assumed I would eventually marry until he hurt me horribly, almost ruining my 
teaching career in the process.  At the time I was still involved with my 
website but I didn't want to deal with hundreds of people asking about the 
divorce so I told people my mother had died, hoping that they would respect 
my loss and not ask questions about her.  It worked and I felt bad later for 
deceiving people, but I think everyone understood once I was finally able to 
explain the real situation.  

In some ways it was almost like my mother HAD died.  Soon afterwards she had 
moved out to Oregon to be with her best friend Tammy.  She stayed with Tammy 
for the first few weeks but that started to get to be uncomfortable for 
everyone.  Having another woman in the house for a short time with a husband 
and two teenage boys is one thing but for her to stay for any length of time 
is pushing the envelope.  Tammy's family is VERY straight and none of them 
know anything about what she has done during her visits to Pittsburgh with me 
and my dad.  

My mom had no desire to cause any problems for her best friend - she’d had 
enough of her own at the time, so she found herself her own apartment where 
she still lives today.  As I saw later, it's REALLY nice though - my dad must 
be paying BIG bucks in alimony!  My mom found a job at a local clinic that 
didn't pay much but she found the work satisfying and she didn't have to work 
long hours at weird times of the day as she did when she was a nurse at a 
hospital.


Chapter 2 – I Finally Visit My Mom
==================================

For almost a year after the divorce I sort of lost touch with my mom as she 
adapted to her new life.  At first I resented it as I had come to grips with 
the fact that it wasn't my fault yet it seemed I was the one being punished.  
Over time we gradually got back together though e-mail, phone calls, and even 
a few on-line chats and Skype.  Eventually I talked my dad into financing a 
trip for me to go out and visit her.  As I said, I know my dad still loves my 
mom so he didn’t want to hurt our relationship.

I had flown once before to Oregon to visit Tammy and her family with my mom 
but that was one of the few times I’d traveled any great distance so I can’t 
say I wasn’t nervous about the trip.  The funny thing was that with all the 
sexy stories and fantasies about sex on a plane, I didn’t even come close to 
getting laid.  Not that I didn’t think about it!  In fact, I even dressed a 
little slutty just in case the opportunity arose.  I chose a nice pair of 
cutoffs that didn’t show TOO much of my ass but plenty of leg.  A tight cami 
under an unbuttoned blouse was suggestive without being whorish.  I even got 
a window seat next to two guys traveling on business.  They were both married 
and traveling together.  If anything, I think it was the fact that their 
buddy was with them more so than being married that stymied anything.  Sure 
they LOOKED a lot, especially at my legs but nothing more happened, not even 
an “accidental” brush against my boobs or legs.  

So far as sex in the airplane toilet, I don’t how people do that!  Damn, it 
was almost too small to even fit me in it let alone having sex with someone.  
I have to assume that the scenes in the movies use a fake room that is a lot 
bigger, or maybe some planes have larger restrooms.  In either case I had a 
pleasant trip but beyond some suggestive conversation it was pretty tame.

My mom met me at the airport, shaking her head when she saw me.

“Looks like someone was trolling,” she teased me as we waited for my luggage.

It was a favorite term of hers to describe when I would dress up and go out 
looking to get picked up.  Well, she was the one who taught me so she should 
know!

We went straight to her apartment where she showed me around.  It was really 
nice, with two bedrooms - a master bedroom with its own Jacuzzi bath along 
with a guest room.  When she showed me around she had this little wicked 
smile when we got to the guest room.  She explained that she didn't allow 
anyone in her personal bedroom so when she had "guests" they did whatever 
they did in the guest bedroom.  Needless to say, I got the picture right away 
that things were different for my mom these days!  She didn’t enlighten me at 
the time as to who these guests were, but I had the feeling there would be 
some interesting stories later on.

After I’d freshened up and came back out to the kitchen, we sat down and my 
mom set up a few "rules" to start with.  It's not like she read off a list or 
anything draconian like that, they just sort of popped up as we talked.  
First and foremost, I was to call her Mary instead of mom.  She hinted that 
we would be going out a lot during the next week and it would better for me 
to get use to calling her by her name from the start.  Second, I was NOT a 
guest so I could sleep with her in her bedroom although I could use the guest 
room to store my things.  This was more significant than it might seem as 
growing up I almost never spent an entire night in bed with just her, let 
alone a week straight.

One other thing we discussed was that the week ahead was about US so she 
didn't want to talk a lot about things back in the 'burgh with regards to my 
dad and ESPECIALLY nothing about her sister Linda.  This was the one that 
took me most by surprise, especially the way she practically spat out her 
sister's name.  Well, more about that another time... We went out to get 
something for supper which seemed long overdue as my wasn't use to the time 
change and I was starving.  At the same time I was feeling more tired and 
again, I realized that I was mentally three hours ahead of the local clock.  
By the time we got back I was sleepy from the combination of a full stomach 
and jet lag.

It felt a little odd undressing with my mom and slipping into bed naked with 
her.  It had been a long time since we’d been together and I think we both 
were a little bit nervous.  As tired as I was, I was anxious to be with her 
again, to feel my mother’s naked body against me.  It was something unique 
with m mother that I never shared with my dad.  When I slept with my dad, I 
was ALWAYS his daughter and he was ALWAYS my dad.  We never even role-played 
as anything else.  If I was wearing a naughty nurse outfit, it was me as his 
daughter being the nurse.  I had duties and obligations as his daughter and I 
always did my best to fulfill them.

With my mother it was different.  Out of bed there was never any question as 
to our roles.  She was the mother and I was the daughter.  I was certainly no 
angel growing up and there were times we disagreed on things, but there was 
never any doubt as to what our relationship was and in the end, her authority 
as my mother trumped everything else.  It was when we were in bed together 
that things changed.

With my father I NEVER considered myself to be his lover yet with my mother 
it was just the opposite.  It’s really hard to describe but it was like I was 
with my truest lover in the most equal and shared relationship possible.  
There was no hierarchy of parent-child or even older-younger.  Each of us did 
everything we could to please the other yet at the same time, we were not 
afraid to please ourselves as well.

So it was that when my mother slipped under the sheets with me in bed that it 
was like nothing had changed and no time had passed since our last time.  In 
the darkness I felt her warmth against me as we took each other into our arms 
and kissed.  Our tongues met and I felt the passion ignite between us.  My 
leg slipped in between hers and I could feel the warmth of her hair pussy 
against my thigh as at the same time I felt the pressure against my bare 
pussy as she pressed her bare smooth leg in against me.  Our breasts pressed 
against each other’s and my arms reached around her and pulled against her 
naked back.  It was like heaven on earth as we laid there like that for what 
seemed to be hours, just enjoying the feel of each other until I fell asleep 
in her loving arms.

The next morning I awoke to an empty bed.  Throwing on a t-0shirt, I made my 
way to the kitchen where my mom was fixing breakfast for us.  Without a word 
I took her in my arms and we kissed, not breaking apart until my mom had to 
flip the eggs before everything burned.  I told her how much I had enjoyed 
the night before and she just smiled, a twinkle in her eye.

Later we dressed and went to visit Tammy.  Her husband was at work and the 
boys were out so we had the day to ourselves and just traded stories and such 
over drinks.  My mom had warned me earlier than she and Tammy were still very 
close but it was strictly platonic.  Anything she may have done in Pittsburgh 
stayed in Pittsburgh, to borrow a phrase.  That was fine with me although I 
remembered how Tammy and I had been together a few times and to be honest, 
had been looking forward to doing it again but I respected my mother’s and 
her wishes and didn't even approach the subject.

Tammy invited us to stay for dinner but my mom said we had other plans.  She 
hadn’t shared those plans with me so I was curious what she was cooking up 
but from Tammy’s expression I got the feeling she had some ideas of her own.  
As curious as I was, I somehow restrained myself from asking anything.  On 
the way home we picked up some takeout which we ate when we got back.  It was 
killing me as to what my mom had planned and she seemed to be taking great 
enjoyment out of tormenting me, even if it was all in fun.


Chapter 3 – A Night on the Town With My Mom
===========================================

After cleaning up from our quick supper, my mom finally spilled some of her 
plans.  SOME of her plans mind you.  She told me to dress slutty as we were 
going to a club which surprised me.  In any case, I had come prepared with a 
black dress that hugged my body like Saran Wrap and barely covered my ass 
when I sat down.  It was one of those that just came over one shoulder, 
crossing down to expose plenty of cleavage and about two-thirds of the boob 
apposite the shoulder that was covered.  I wore a black thong underneath that 
covered my crotch but not much else.  My mom nodded when she saw me in it, 
giving me a thumbs up approval.

As for her, my mom had on one of the shortest skirts I’d ever seen her wear, 
even in her old high school photos.  I had to say, for a 44 year-old she had 
some of the sexiest legs my could ask for in a women ten years younger than 
her.  Obviously she’d been working out!  She wore sheer black hose with the 
tops barely under the hemline and I knew once she sat down the tops would be 
clearly visible once she crossed her legs.  On top she had on a white satin 
blouse which while completely opaque, hugged her tightly enough to outline 
the white floral bra she wore underneath.  The bra was plainly visible as she 
had the blouse unbuttoned about half-way down.  Damn, my mom looked hot!

“One thing though,” she warned me as we drove, “Do NOT call me mom, got it?  
I’m your older sister tonight, OK?”

I cheerfully agreed.  I knew what she was driving at as being my mom would 
place her at her true age but by saying she as my sister she could pass for 
being ten years younger, especially in the darkened light of a typical club.  
In any case, guys would be just as turned on by the possibility of having two 
sisters as a mother and daughter.  Well, maybe not quite as turned on but it 
would be fun enough as it was.  In any case, while I think a lot of guys 
fantasize about being with a mother and daughter, it’s usually more a younger 
mother and a teenage daughter (or younger) that fills out most fantasies.  
With me being 25 and her in her forties, the “thrill” of doing a mom and 
daughter might still be there but in real life I think the sister act was 
more promising.

Now I've never been much of a "club" girl but obviously my mom has become one 
judging from the greetings she got when we arrived.  As we had planned, she 
introduced me as her younger sister which got us a lot of second looks, as if 
we weren’t getting them already.  What can I say, my mom is now a major slut!  
She flirted shamelessly with anyone who was willing to play along.

Needless to say we attracted quite a crowd, especially when she leaned over 
and have me a quick kiss.  Nothing TOO much but enough to be more than a 
quick peck between friends.  Sisters kissing is such a male turn-on.  Kristi 
and I use to have lots of fun teasing guys and we were just cousins.  We 
stayed at the a couple of hours, sharing a few drinks and dancing.

At first we just danced with each other but then the sharks started to circle 
and guys would ask us to dance.  One side benefit was that we never had to 
buy another drink!  Even I had some wince as it seemed a little wrong to 
order my normal Diet Cokes.  As the night went on, the dances got more erotic 
and intimate and I could feel hands starting to get more and more “personal” 
as they realized neither of us seemed to have the word “no” in our 
vocabulary.  I got a kick when I was dancing with one guy and saw my mom in a 
booth with a guy next to her, his hands literally all over her as he fondled 
her boobs and groped under her skirt shamelessly like some high school boy at 
a dance.  She certainly seemed to be enjoying the attention!  I’d never seen 
my mom doing such things, not even with my dad in public, so it was almost 
more interesting to watch her than to enjoy what was happening with me.

As the night wore on guys came and went but over time there seemed to be two 
of them that were really interested in us.  They both looked to be in the 
late twenties or early thirties, not brothers but alike in many ways.  Both 
were about six feet tall with dark hair and perfect teeth.  They were dressed 
sharp and well groomed, both appearing to be professionally employed.  My mom 
was getting more attention from the taller one who looked to also be the 
younger of the two while I was being handled (literally) by the older one 
although I thought he was actually a little more handsome.

“So you two are sisters?” my mom’s guys asked once when we were all seated in 
the booth.

By now it was getting late and the hands were getting more personal.  He had 
one hand covering one of mom’s breasts, squeezing it through her blouse and 
bra.

My mom explained that I was her “little” sister and the guy next to me 
laughed, moving his hand to my breast now and saying, “There’s nothing 
‘little’ about your sister Mary.” I just pretended to be embarrassed but did 
nothing to move his hand which just encouraged him all the more.

“We like to go out and have fun together,” I said, emphasizing the word “fun” 
and leaving it to their imaginations as to what that might be.

That just led my guy to drop his hand down to my crossed leg.  At first 
resting it on top and then quickly moving it to the inside of my thigh and up 
within inches of my thong.

“So you say the two of you are close?” the guy groping my mom asked.

The way he said “close” left no doubt as to where he was leading.  My mom 
just smiled naughtily, again leaving it to his imagination to interpret her 
meaning.

“If you’re going to rub my pussy the least you can do is tell me your name.” 
I tease my guy.

I think I surprised him a little b being so forward but it wasn't like he 
wasn't about to do it anyway as by now he was only about an inch away.

“Ryan,” was all he said as he apparently took it to mean that by telling me 
he could do just that.

I smiled at my mom as I felt his hand press against the outer fabric of my 
thong.

“So if I tell you my name, can I rub yours?” the other guys asked my mom.  I 
couldn't help but think how crazy this was becoming, doing all this with my 
own mother!  She shrugged but her smile told him what he wanted to know.  

“I’m Michael,” he continued and I noted that his hand went straight to her 
leg once he said it.

Then I almost laughed as I saw her take his hand and literally pull it into 
her crotch.  Like, my own mom couldn't wait to get groped!

As Michael started playing with my mom’s crotch, Ryan was getting more bold 
and he started to push my thing to the side but that was where I drew the 
line.

“Now Michael, just what do you think you’re doing?” I asked him, keeping a 
grin on my face to disarm anything he might take from my push-away.

Meanwhile, I saw my mom stiffen slightly as Michael explored further under 
her skirt which led him to tease his partner saying, “Looks like the older 
one doesn’t mind a finger up her cunt... sorry Ryan.”

I half-expected my mom to protest over his coarse language but she seemed 
happy to tolerate it so long as he had his finger in her.  God, I couldn't 
believe my own mother was letting a guy finger her pussy in public!  I mean, 
it WAS in a booth and it was under her skirt but still!

Not to be totally outdone by my own mother, I turned to Ryan and put my hand 
on his crotch where it was obvious he was totally turned on by everything.  
“Unlike my slutty sister, I don’t let guys finger my pussy on a first date... 
at least not until I get to suck their dick.”

“Wow!” Ryan gushed as he looked at his friend who must have been doing a 
number on my mom’s clit from the way she was sighing and rolling her eyes.  
“What do you say we go somewhere and you can do just that.”

My mom was paying any attention at that point and I caught myself just as I 
was about to call her “mom”.  “Mary... c’mon,” I said, reaching across to 
poke her.  

Both guys looked like they had just won the lottery.  As we left the place 
together they wanted to take us to their place but my mom insisted on a hotel 
room.  She made up some story about it being more fun but I knew she was just 
making sure we were safe.  You never know what you are getting into when you 
go to a strange guy's house!  I would have been happy splitting up between 
our cars but again, my mom looked out for us and told them we would meet them 
at the room if they gave us one of their keys.  They reluctantly agreed and 
so we got in our car and headed for the hotel with the guys in the lead.

“Damn mom, I can’t believe you let him actually finger you in there!”

“You mean you can’t believe I let him or you can’t believe the old gal still 
has it?” she laughed.

“Oh mom, you know better than that!” I protested.

For the rest of the trip we discussed the relative merits of our “partners” 
as well as agreed upon a few things that we might do... and not do.  The key 
was that we agreed to stay together and not allow ourselves to be split up 
between two rooms.  This could be a lot of fun but at the same time, you 
never know when it comes to strangers so better safe than sorry.

We let the valet park the car and as we walked in, I could literally feel the 
eyes of the hotel staff boring holes in us.  Granted, I imagine we looked 
like two street walkers entering the hotel but who cared?  If anything, that 
turned me on all the more to think that people saw us that way.  Me and my 
mom... can you imagine that!

We had told the guys to wait for us in the room and thankfully they had 
apparently followed directions as they were nowhere to be seen.  We took the 
elevator up to their floor and soon we were standing outside the room.  

“Ready sis?” my mom teased me.

I just nodded and she put the key card in the slot.  The door lock clicked 
and we entered the room to find the two of them sitting on a couch together, 
waiting for us.  I wondered if they thought we might be setting them up and 
not show up as they actually looked a little surprised at first but that look 
was quickly replaced by unbridled lust.  Still, we weren't whores so they had 
to respect us a little bit.

“So where were we?” my mom asked quietly, almost more a muse than a direct 
question.  “You know Kelly, I don’t think they quite believed me when I said 
we were really close, what do you think?”

Once again I caught myself just before saying “mom” but then I answered, “I 
don’t know sis... why don’t we show them?”

Up until that moment, the only man ever to see me and my mom together 
sexually had been my dad, and even then it was always with him in the middle.  
We looked at each other and I think both of us were thinking the same thing 
but then I saw her lick her lips and I knew she was ready.  If anything, 
there was a hunger in my mom’s eyes like I’d never quite seen before.  It was 
like she WANTED to do this in front of them.

Without another word my mom turned to me and we embraced, then kissed 
passionately while the guys watched.  At first I glanced at them to see their 
reaction as they sat still, like they were mesmerized by what was happening 
before them.  Well, I couldn't blame them!

My mother quickly took the lead.  It was like she couldn't wait to take me.  
This was different than anything I’d ever experienced with her before.  In a 
way, it reminded me of times when my father would come to me all horny and 
needful, taking me and fucking me without speaking a word.  Well, I was use 
to my dad having such needs but never my own mother!

“I love you mom,” I whispered to her, low enough for the guys not to hear but 
at the same time, I wanted her to know it was NOT her sister that was ready 
for this but her own daughter.

With that my mom practically tore my clothes off of me!  In literally seconds 
I was standing there nude with nothing on but my heels.  I was quite aware of 
the stares I was getting from the couch but my attention was more focused on 
my mother who seemed to be overwhelmed with a lust I’d never seen in her 
before.  I laid back on the bed as my mother stripped, also leaving her heels 
on but otherwise totally naked.

A quick glance over at the couch and then she as on top of me, her breasts 
pressed into mine as we kissed and touched one another.  Then she rolled over 
on her back and I knew what she wanted.  Spinning myself around so I was now 
facing the guys, I put one leg over her and we were quickly into a mother-
daughter 69, although from their perspective it was two sisters.

I buried my face in my mom’s thick bush of pubic hair - at least she hadn’t 
shaved.  Although a bare pussy like Kristi’s is nice, there’s something about 
my mom’s lush pubic hair against my face as I lick her that has always turned 
me on.  At the same time, I could feel her tongue exploring my pussy, liking 
up between my pussy lips and finding my clit.  

“Oh Mary!” I moaned, remembering to use her name as it was as much for the 
guy’s than anything.

From my position I could see the guys and I sort of expected them to pull out 
their cocks and start jerking off but I guess the guy thing about 
masturbating in front of another guy was even stronger than their desires for 
us right then.  Too bad as I would have loved to watch them jerk off.  It 
would have been even hotter to see them jerk each other off but that was NOT 
something I would have honestly expected.

I loved the way my mom licked me.  God I’d missed this so!  Of all the women 
I’ve been with, nobody can make me feel better or cum faster than my own mom.  
Whether it’s just her skills, the fact she is my own mother, or whatever, 
she’s always been my favorite when it comes to having my pussy eaten.  

“Oh Mary!” I cried out yet again as I quickly came to my orgasm.

With everything that had been going on tonight it didn't take much to push me 
over the edge and my mom was going at it as best she could.  I tried to keep 
my face pressed against her wet pussy but it was impossible as she 
relentlessly licked and sucked on my clit, driving me higher and higher into 
the upper reaches of orgasmic pleasure.  It would have been enough had we 
been alone but to have the two guys watch just made it all the better.

Once I had cum it made it all the more important for me to get my mother off.  
She took a little more work than I’d expected but soon she too was moaning 
and writhing under me.  My mom has always been what my dad calls “a moaner” 
and she was certainly keeping to her reputation!

Once I’d achieved my goal I turned around laid to the side of her, one leg 
draped over her so my pussy was pressed up against her hip and one hand on 
her heaving breast.  She turned and we kissed and I loved the way her face 
tasted and smelled from having been covered by my pussy.

“Oh Kelly...” she sighed as I put my lips on her nipple and suckled like I 
had so many years before as a baby.

Finally the guys seemed to sense it was their turn as they got up and started 
to strip.  For a moment I thought about how cruel it would be for my mom and 
me to get up and leave them now all horny and lustful.  To be honest, I was 
feeling so good I could have done just that but I saw my mom’s eyes move to 
their crotches and I could see from that look that she was far from being 
ready to leave.

Ryan reached out and pulled me back from my mom so I was a the side of the 
bed.  He stood there and pushed his dick against my lips.

“I believe you said something about sucking my dick before I touched your 
cunt,” he said with a smirk on his face.

Well, if there was one thing I was NOT going to do, it was turn away an erect 
cock right in front of my mouth!  I opened my mouth and he immediately shoved 
it in and pushed himself in until he hit the back of my throat.  Well, if he 
thought THAT was going to surprise me then he had another thought coming!  I 
relaxed as best I could and let him slide down into my throat until my face 
was pressing against the base of his dick.  I stayed that way for a moment 
and then pulled back until just the head was in my mouth.

“Damn Mike, she took it all!” Ryan crowed as he started to fuck my mouth.

I had no idea what was happening behind me but I heard my mother moaning and 
that meant her mouth was empty but I would have bet a lot that something else 
wasn’t!

“Fuck me harder!” I heard my mom cry out and I knew then for sure what was 
happening.

As much as I would have loved to have sucked dick a little while longer, I 
wanted even more to share this with my mom so I rolled back on my back and 
spread my legs open for Ryan.  Fortunately he took the hint and climbed on 
the bed and got between my welcoming thighs.

“Fuck her Ryan... fuck her good,” my mother managed to get out between moans.

She had her legs wrapped around Michael as he humped her like a dog in heat.  
Her hair was a total wreck and he was sucking hard on her large breasts.  It 
was at that moment I realized I was seeing my mom being fucked by somebody 
besides a member of her family for the first time!

Ryan was soon in me as well, filling my pussy with his hard cock as I too 
wrapped my legs around him and pulled him into me.  It was soooooo crazy, 
laying her in bed with my mom right next to me, both of us being fucked by 
two guys we’d never met before like two whores.

“I want some of that pussy,” Michael said to Ryan after he’d fucked my mom a 
while.

He pulled out of my mom and Ryan did the same.  This time, though, they 
wanted us on all fours and I kneeled next to my mom as they entered us both 
from behind at the same time.

“Oh god yes!” my mom sighed as Ryan fucked her.  I was feeling pretty good 
myself as Michael thrust his cock into me as deep as he could.

Before long it was out turn to be on top.  My mom took some of the initiative 
this time and had them lie head to toe.  Then she mounted Michael while I 
straddled Ryan and felt his dick in me again.  We did it reverse cowgirl so 
our asses were facing their faces but it allowed us to see each other and she 
leaned over to kiss me and fondle my boobs as we rode our respective dicks.

I had to give the guys credit as they hung in there without cumming too soon.  
I found myself wondering how my mom wanted to finish them off, like where 
would they cum?  Would she let them cum in her pussy, in her mouth, or shoot 
it all over her?  Well, I figured it was going to have to be decided soon as 
both of them seemed to be getting close.

One last position change and we were on our sides in the middle of the bed 
facing each other.  The guys spooned us from behind, Ryan back in my mom this 
time while Michael was in me.  I felt Michael push especially hard into me, 
holding himself deep inside of me and I knew he was about to cum.  Then he 
did, ramming himself even deeper into my pussy as he released his sperm into 
me.  

“Oh yeah, that feels so good!” I moaned as I looked into my mother’s eyes as 
he came in me.  

My mother smiled and then I saw her smile even wider as Ryan began cumming in 
her, groaning out load as he shot his load into my mother’s pussy.

When they had finished they pulled out and fell onto their backs, exhausted 
by their efforts.  My mom, however, wasn't finished.  Much to their delight, 
this time she got on top of me and once again we 69’d, only this time licking 
out the cum the guys had left in out pussies.  Another first for me in that 
the only man’s cum I’d ever licked from my mother’s pussy was my dad’s!

Once we’d finished we got up off the bed and quickly dressed.  I suppose a 
shower would have been nice but neither of us wanted to stay there any longer 
than necessary now that we’d gotten what we came for.  A quick brush through 
our hair and we were off to retrieve my mom’s car from the valet.  The kid 
who brought out car back couldn't help but star at us as we got in the car.  
I suppose it didn't hurt that we’d left out panties in the room as presents 
for the guys!

Neither of us said hardly a word on the way home until we got into her 
apartment.

“I love you so much Kelly,” were the first words out of her mouth.

We kissed briefly and then hit the showers before nesting next to each other 
in bed.  Nothing more needed to be spoken or done.  I fell asleep again in my 
mother’s arms, feeling closer to my mom than I’d ever felt before.


Chapter 4 – A Last Night With My Mom
====================================

For the rest of the week things were substantially more subdued in that we 
didn’t hit the clubs and such.  It was like my mom needed to get it out of 
her system and once it was over, she’s had her “fix”.  I had a great week 
just hanging out with my mom and it seemed impossible that we were already at 
our last night together.  My flight was early the next morning so we decided 
to eat at home and not go out for a last fling.

After dinner we opened a bottle of local wine and sat on the couch together 
in our robes.  Although we had talked practically non-stop the entire week, 
there were a few topics we’d gracefully avoided.  I snuggled up next to my 
mom with my head on her shoulder.  She put her arm around me, reaching inside 
my robe and cupping my bare breast in her hand.  For my part, I pushed aside 
her robe, exposing her firm legs and hairy pussy, running my fingers lightly 
up and down her leg, inside her thigh one time and then outside the next.  
Both of us just sat there like that quietly, touching each other softly and 
just letting our fingers do the talking.

“Kelly, is your father fucking young girls with my sister?”

I jumped a little, startled by the unexpected question.  She had pretty much 
opened the door to two topics that had been “ver boten” all week with one 
question.

“Yes, I believe he is,” I said, not certain where this was going.

“Has he gotten you involved?”

I wasn't sure at first how to answer.  Technically the answer was no although 
legally it was yes.  By that I mean there had been one time that I had 
watched him and my aunt with a young boy and girl so yes, legally I was 
involved.  At the same time I just watched and didn't take part which is why 
I say technically I wasn’t.  Finally I decided a yes-no answer wouldn’t work 
so I explained what had happened a couple of months before.  Her lips pursed 
but she didn't say anything until I’d finished.

“You know Kelly, I’ve never understood why men would want to have sex with 
girls that young.  I guess I can see maybe fourteen or older.  At least then 
they have a figure and breasts but you say this girl was what, thirteen?  
Where’s the attraction?”

Well, my dad SAID she was thirteen but I suspected she had been younger 
although I didn't tell my mom that little fact.

“And as for my screed up sister,” she continued, “Why would any women her age 
want to have sex with a boy that young?  It was enough that she got her own 
daughter involved so young but at least that was between her and her 
daughter.  Now it seems she has Kristi going after them as well.”

I wasn’t sure where she’d gotten her information from as I hadn’t told her 
anything about Kristi but she was right.  My cousin was definitely the 
favorite for a number of the younger boys in our area and more than once I’d 
had to refuse her offer to join in when she had some young kid in her 
bedroom.  I TEACH sixth grade boys, I don’t fuck them!

I just stayed quiet, letting my mom unwind and get her concerns off her 
chest.

“Kelly, I know you resent me keeping you from your father when you were 
younger but I hope you will understand someday I did it for your own good.  I 
mean, I just couldn't let him do anything when you were so young.  I remember 
how it was when my dad took me and Linda and she was at only twelve.  At 
least I was fourteen so I think I took it better than she did.  I still feel 
that had something to do with how your aunt is today.  It’s like she didn't 
have sex with boys her own age before doing it with older men and now she 
wants to make up for it.  The same goes for poor Kristi.  I mean, she even 
was a prostitute for God’s sake!”

My mom reached down and lifted my face to hers.  She kissed me lightly on the 
lips and said, “How you live your life is up to you Kelly.  You know I’ll 
always love you no matter what.  Just remember that there are consequences 
for everything.  Even when you do the right thing, as I felt I have done, 
there’s consequences.”

“I love you mom,” I whispered as my hand reached between her legs and felt 
the warmth of her pussy.  

“Oh Kelly, I love you so much too,” she whispered back to me, “Please 
Kelly... make love to me.”

I did.  

THE END

  
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