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 Title: Rosalita Ch.  02
Summary: Rosalita changes a mother and son's world forever.
Keywords: inc,fic
   I got the call just as Rosalita and I were gasping for breath after a
long wonderful bout of lovemaking.  We had spent most of Saturday in bed
together, still insatiable for each other after four weeks of being
together.  I could not keep my hands, mouth and cock away from my cinnamon
skinned lover's body.  We had been napping and I had woken to find Rosalita
straddling my body - my cock in her warm mouth and her thick, furry muff
hovering over my face - labia parted and drops of her sweet juices
splashing on my face.
   My mature lover had introduced me to the concept of the sixty-nine and I
couldn't get enough of it.  I raised my head and ran my tongue along the
length of Rosalita's spread pussy, savoring her sweet taste as much as the
muffled and soulful moan she gave in response.  I was making every effort
to know how to best please my Latino lover and felt that I was learning her
little secret pleasure spots - especially that certain little point just
under her clitoris that when probed gently with my tongue had such
spectacular results.
   "OHHHH JOHNNNYYY - MI HIJOOOO!" Rosalita sobbed, rocking back onto my
face.  "I love that, but I can't take iiittttt!" she cried as she tightened
her thighs' grip on my head as her cunt spasmed and flooded my face with
her pussy juices.  Rosalita sprawled forward and off me after a few more
taunts from my tongue, onto her knees, her face against the sheets.  "I
love your mouth, hijo!" she panted.
   My cock waved happily in the air, straight, long and stiff, getting
harder at the image of my Rosalita's full ass raised as if in offering.  I
scrambled to my knees and positioned myself behind her - tilting her ass up
slightly to give me better access to her fur covered pussy.  I ran my cock
up and down between her labia lips and Rosalita moaned, "Oh yes, mi amado
hijo, FUCK MAMA, FUCK ME NOW, SON!"
   With a feral, possessive growl, I thrust hungrily into Rosalita's steamy
pussy - my growl becoming a happy sigh as her buttery soft flesh enfolded
itself around my throbbing cock.  The room filled with our cries and the
aroma of our sweat and juices and pheromones as we made love with passion
and hunger and complete abandon.
   Rosalita's sobs and my groans of pleasure mixed in with the noises of
sweaty, slapping flesh as we came together again and again.  I leaned
forward and slipped my hands around my lover to cup and knead her
bountiful, meaty breasts - eventually finding her blood engorged nipples,
thick and swollen and pulled and teased them as I fucked my lover with
everything I could muster.
   Already primed by Rosalita's talented tongue, it didn't take me too long
to reach the point of no return and as I began to cum deep inside
Rosalita's cunt, my hot semen bathing her womb set off a tremendous orgasm
in her.  Together, we bucked and thrusted and climaxed together for what
seemed an eternity - only stopping when our bodies could take no more.
   We collapsed together and wound up on our sides face to face.  Rosalita
gasped for breath and grinned saucily as she kissed me and said, "Every
single time, hijo, is better than the time before.  If this keeps up, your
cock may wind up killing me."
   Between gasps for air, I replied, "Well, we can give it up if we need
to, Rosalita.  I wouldn't want to..."
   I didn't finish as Rosalita reached out and took my semi-erect cock in
her hand and said, "Don't you even think it - I will never give up this
lovely dick or the boy it is attached to." Rosalita kissed me again.  "I
love my little hijo, Johnny and his big cock!"
   I flushed with pleasure, thrilled at Rosalita's words.  "I love you, too
my amado Rosalita.  Te quiero, mi amado Rosalita." We were kissing again
when my cell phone went off.  "Ignore it," I whispered to my lover and we
kissed some more, our tongues playing and dancing.
   The cell phone finally stopped, but a minute later, it went off again. I
was thinking clearly enough now to recognize Mom's ring tone.  I sighed and
resolved to ignore it, but Rosalita recognized it too and said, "You better
answer it.  If she's calling this late, it must be important."
   I turned it on and said, "Mom?  Everything okay?"
   "Is this Johnny Holman?" It was a man's voice - tight and grumpy.
   "Who is this?  Where's my mother?  What's wrong?" I sat up, suddenly
scared.
   "Settle down, son.  Your Mom's fine.  This is Deke Rogers - I manage
Mallory's Pub - downtown on 9th Street.  You need to come get your mother -
she can't drive."
   "What's wrong with her?  Where is she?"
   I heard a bored, exasperated sigh from the other end.  "Mr.  Holman,
your mother's fine - she's just had a little too much to drink and can't
drive - and she was having trouble dialing the phone, so I'm making the
call.  Come get your mother, son and take her home."
   He hung up and I gave a sigh and explained the situation to Rosalita. 
My lover just stroked my face and smiling, said, "Go, my hijo.  She needs
your help." I dressed quickly as my mature lover watched - me marveling at
the lack of jealousy or anger in this woman - her face betraying nothing
but her love for me.  "Be careful, Johnny - I love you, mi hijo," she said
as she kissed me goodbye at the door, hiding behind it as I left.
   As I drove, my mind ran over the heady world my life had become.  The
weeks following Rosalita and I becoming lovers were like nothing I had ever
experienced before.  It was as if losing my virginity to that lovely
Hispanic woman was the trigger for world changing events - at least, world
changing for me.
   Seeing her at school was the hardest.  Every time I saw my Rosalita
going about her job as a school janitor, I just wanted to sweep her up in
my arms and carry her off and make love to her - I hated that I couldn't
even go up and kiss her, but she was adamant that our love remain a secret
at least until after I graduated from school.  But in the evenings, I would
come to her and my cinnamon skinned beauty would be waiting for me, her
beautiful, long black hair undone and we would make love and I would find
peace and happiness wrapped up in her arms and legs,
   In Rosalita's embrace, I would find everything I needed to make sense of
a steadily growing crazy world.  I was coming to the end of my high school
career - we had two weeks left.  My life was mostly consumed by going
through the motions for my classes (I already had the required credits to
graduate), playing the last games of the baseball season, and spending
every possible free moment with Rosalita.
   And Rosalita and I weren't the only ones whose lives had been turned
upside down.  Mom's flirting with me became more steadily obvious,
especially after she and Dad sat me down the first week in May and
announced that they were going to try a temporary separation.  "We have
some issues that your Mom and I need to work out," Dad said in his best
'fatherly' voice.  Dad informed me that for a while, he was moving out,
taking an apartment downtown to be nearer his office.
   Now, I had known that things had been rocky between Mom and Dad for a
few years.  Their arguments had grown increasingly hostile and loud and it
was no secret that the fire had gone out of their love life and that recent
efforts to rekindle things had been a dismal failure.  Dad appeared to have
lost interest in sex just as Mom desired more and more.
   Things grew even more complicated when just a few days after Dad moved,
the rumors began to fly about Dad being seen in public with a young woman
that used to work in his office.  From the shouting matches Mom had with
Dad over the phone, it sounded like Dad had simply moved in with this young
woman and that the relationship had been ongoing for quite some time.  I
guess we were wrong about Dad and his interest in sex.
   Mom took it hard.  She was drinking more and spent a lot of time crying
in her room.  I tried to comfort her as best I could, but she either seemed
to withdraw from me or flirt with me and I couldn't predict which way she
would jump each time.
   I pulled up in front of Mallory's.  It was close to midnight and the
place was nearly deserted.  I confess I felt a pang of jealousy - Mallory's
Pub had the reputation as a pick-up join and I hated to think of Mom even
wanting to visit.  I made my way in and found Mom at the bar, staring
sullenly into a mostly empty glass with an umbrella in it.
   "Mom?  Are you okay?" I said as I stood beside her and placed my hand on
her arm.
   I confess - Mom looked stunning.  She had on a sexy black dress that
showed everything off to best advantage - from the low cut halter strapped
front showcasing her large, firm breasts, to the short hemline that
highlighted her tanned, slender legs.  The dress was tight, leaving no
doubts about her gorgeous figure and her tight rear end.  Mom's honey
blonde hair hung down to her bare shoulders (something about bare shoulders
really turns me on).
   "Mom?" I said again.  "C'mon, let's go home."
   Mom turned slowly and looked at me and then moving slowly, she hugged me
to her, pulling me tight against her lush body.  I half expected her to
start crying, but she just hugged me for a long time and then in a whisper
that tickled my throat, said, "Please."
   I took that as a request to take her home.  I retrieved her car keys
from the bartender and then, after making sure my car would be okay where
it was, walked out of the bar with my arm around Mom's shoulders as she
moved unsteadily to her sedan.  Her car's front seat was a bench seat and
after I got Mom inside and got behind the wheel, Mom scooted over and
leaned herself into me.  It was a little awkward as I pulled out, her
breast pressing into my right arm, but in a minute, I adjusted to
compensate by putting my arm around her.
   We drove in silence for a while - the radio playing soft jazz very low
and Mom snuggled up to me, her steady breath on my neck as she rested her
head on my shoulder.  We were several minutes from home when Mom finally
said something - the last thing I would have expected to hear her to say to
me.
   "I can smell her on you, Johnny." Mom pressed her face up, her nose
brushing my cheek.  "I can smell Rosalita's pussy on you."
   "Jeezus, Mom!" I hadn't given it much thought, but she was right.  I had
rushed out of Rosalita's place without washing up and my lover had creamed
heavily on my face and in my hair.
   Mom giggled.  "It's no big deal.  We both know you two have been fucking
like minks.  I would assume you would be going down on her.  I'd be
disappointed if you didn't.  A man should know how to please a woman." She
paused and sighed.  "God knows your father never wanted to go down on me."
Mom sighed again and I shivered as she again inhaled.  "I said it before,
son - your Rosalita is a lucky woman."
   Mom snuggled a little closer, I could feel her nose brushing my neck. 
She made a little huffing noise.  "I bet your father goes down on his
little whore."
   I took one hand off the steering wheel and squeezed Mom's hand.  "Things
will be alright, Mom." Yeah, it sounded lame, but I didn't know what else
to say.  Mom just sighed and squeezed my hand back, bringing it up and
kissing it and then letting it rest in her lap the rest of the ride home.
   I helped Mom inside and up the stairs to her room.  I turned on the
light and started to go when Mom stepped in front of me and did a little
wiggle and her dress seemed to simply float off her, falling in a puddle at
her feet.  I groaned inwardly even as my cock jerked in response to her
barely clad body.  My mother stood before me in a black, strapless half bra
- her aureoles partially exposed - and a black thong bikini.  Mom, though
drunk recognized a man ogling her when she saw it and smiled evilly.  She
turned around and said, "Undo my bra, honey."
   I sighed and reached out - Mom making it difficult as she swayed
unsteadily on her feet.  She finally edged backwards to lean against me,
her lithe body pressing against mine - her ass rubbing against the hard-on
in my pants.  I got the damned thing unhooked and Mom slipped out of it and
fell into her bed, her tits bouncing invitingly as she did.
   "Um, good night, Mom - call me if you need something."
   Mom pouted and patted the bed next to her.  "Stay, Johnny.  Talk to me
for a few minutes.  I never get to see you anymore." She giggled.  "Not
since you and your older woman got all hot and heavy."
   I felt my skin turn red - no, redder, since I had been blushing since
Mom let her dress fall to the floor.  "Sure, Mom," I replied, sitting down
on the edge of the bed, my eyes traveling back and forth between her face
and her full, still very firm breasts - her nipples hard and swollen. 
Mom's nipples weren't as big as Rosalita's, but they were much longer.
   "Well, the one good thing about tonight was I found out that this older
woman can still get plenty of attention," Mom said matter-of-factly.
   "Oh yeah?" I said, not really sure I wanted to hear this.
   "You betcha!  I bet I had a dozen guys hit up on me tonight.  I guess I
still have it," she said as she took her hands and cupped her breasts,
making them jiggle slightly.  "You young guys sure love big tits!"
   I opened my mouth and didn't know what to say, so I closed it again. 
Mom sighed then and said, "Some were good looking young studs - just a
little older than you, son.  But, I didn't have the heart to leave with any
of them.  I turned them all down cold."
   My curiosity got the better of me.  "Why not, Mom?" I asked.
   "I - I just realized that I didn't want to get fucked by some strange
dick.  I wanted someone to make love to me - someone who loved me." Mom
sniffled and her eyes began to tear up.  I reached over to the bedside
table and snatched up some tissues.  Mom looked up at me, her blue eyes
searching my matching ones for the answer to some unasked question.  "I
don't want just sex, son.  I want to be loved."
   Mom began to cry and I gave her the tissues and I sat with her while she
had a good cry.  After a bit, her sobs became sniffles and then she was
snoring softly.  I sat a while longer, looking at my lovely mother. 
Finally, I leaned over and kissed her on the lips, and whispered, "I love
you, Mom."
   Mom moaned a little and mumbled, "I love you too, baby." She turned on
her side and returned to her gentle snoring.  I covered Mom up with a
blanket and went to my room.
   I sat in a chair next to a window and watched the empty street below. 
Things just seemed to be getting crazier and crazier.  Mom's flirting
became more outrageous with each passing day whether she was sober or not.
The hugs and kisses and rubbing up against me were a constant thing now at
home as were her becoming more immodest.
   Mom thought nothing now of walking naked by my room, claiming to have
run out of fresh towels after a shower or to leave her door open while
dressing.  Tonight, she had left her skimpy panties on, but I didn't need
to pull them off to know that Mom had had a lovely pussy lightly covered
with golden brown hair or that a few days ago, she had shaved her pussy
bare, leaving her tender, thick labia as bare as the day she was born.
   I wanted Mom like an addict wants drugs, but - over the same last few
weeks, I had realized that I was truly in love with Rosalita and I had
decided that I would not be unfaithful to her.  I saw the pain that Mom was
in over Dad's cheating and I could not - would not make Rosalita endure the
same pain.  In the meantime, I would resist my incestuous desires and spend
a lot of sleepless hours thinking of Rosalita and Mom and a few restless
hours of dreaming of both the important women in my life.
   In the morning I woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs.  I quickly
dressed and headed downstairs.  Mom stood at the stove, wearing one of my
dress shirts and I suspected little else - looking sexy with her hair
bed-tousled and face clean of make-up.  She had looked beautiful last night
with her make-up on, almost like some movie star or something, but I always
had thought Mom didn't need much of that and looked prettier without it.
   "Morning, sleepy head," Mom said, turning on bare feet to watch me sit
down at the table.  "Breakfast is almost ready."
   "How are you feeling, Mom?" I asked, trying to not notice how sexy her
ankles and thighs were.
   Mom shrugged her shoulders and said, "Better than I expected.  A bit of
a headache is all." She came to the table with two plates of food.  Mom
leaned forward, showing off her breasts when my old shirt gaped open, only
half the buttons done up.  We began eating and Mom said, "I'm sorry I
interrupted your night with Rosalita." She paused to eat a bite of food and
then said, "Of course, it's nice to have you here on a Sunday morning. 
I've missed that these last couple of months."
   I wolfed down my food; feeling famished and then said, "I have to admit,
Mom.  You've been really cool about Rosalita and me."
   "How do you mean, Johnny?" Mom said, smiling at me.
   I felt myself blushing as I replied, "Well, I'm sleeping with a woman
who's forty-two years old - actually a year older than you, Mom.  You seem
to act like it's perfectly normal - you've never even objected when I spend
the night with Rosalita.
   Mom looked at me in a way that made me feel a bit nervous - like a cat
studying its prey.  "Son - it's like I told you before.  I've known for
years how you feel about older women.  I've seen how you would look at my
friends - Kelly MacArthur and I used to think it was so cute to see you
walking around with an erection while trying to peek at us when we would be
sunbathing.  I always knew that you would wind up falling in love with an
older woman.  Maybe I'm a little surprised by the woman you picked, but
you're old enough to make your own decisions - I think it would be silly to
fight about it."
   Part of me - the part that decided whether or not my cock gets hard,
wanted me to follow up on her comment about being surprised by my choice -
I was both anxious and fearful to hear her answer.  Somehow, I resisted the
temptation to ask.  Instead, I just shook my head and grinned.  "You're the
greatest Mom a son could have."
   Mom laughed as she gathered up our plates and kissed me on top of my
head, rubbing herself against me as she did so.  "And you can have me
whenever you want, baby," Mom said, winking at me over her shoulder as she
walked to the sink.
   I sat there speechless for a minute until she rolled her eyes at me and
said, "Go.  Go spend the day with your hot woman or MILF or whatever they
call it these days.  I ruined your Saturday night - go have fun with your
Rosalita."
   That was the hardest thing I ever had to do.  In one breath, Mom had
come on to me yet again and with the next, she gave me her blessing to go
fuck another woman.  "I love you, Mom." I said in a voice barely above a
whisper.
   Mom looked back at me, leaning against the sink, my dress shirt riding
up to reveal the bottoms of her firm ass cheeks, her long, tanned legs
looking so sexy - so inviting." "I love you too, son.  Now go on - go visit
your woman.  Go fuck up a storm."
   Later that afternoon, feeling satisfied that I had obeyed my mother to
the best of my capabilities; I was resting in Rosalita's bed, her sweaty
body on top of mine - my weary, but happy cock having just slipped from the
loving embrace of her warm, cum-filled cunt.  Our heartbeats were both just
slowing down and we both luxuriated in the sweet sensation of our bodies
pressed together in the afterglow of our lovemaking.
   One of the great things about Rosalita was that I felt I could tell her
anything.  I guess all great loves are like that.  It felt good to be able
to talk to someone about Mom and my feelings and all that.
   Rosalita rested against me, her head propped up on one hand and she
gently ran her fingernails over my chest.  "Your poor mother - she's just
so lonely.  I understand that." For a second - I saw the old sadness pass
by in her eyes and then she smiled and said, "Thank you, hijo, for changing
that for me." She leaned over and kissed me, her tongue soft in my mouth.
   "Your mother will be okay, Johnny.  It will just take time, I think."
Rosalita studied me closely as I nodded - my expression surely betraying
that I was still conflicted about Mom's situation.
   "Johnny, tell me something - promise me you will tell the truth,"
Rosalita said.
   "Anything, mi amado." I replied.
   Rosalita paused as if gathering up the right words, and then looked me
in the eye.  "Johnny, we both know you have fantasized about your mother -
the thought of fucking your mom turns you on." Her hand slipped down my
chest and stomach and found my cock - sure enough it was beginning to stir.
"Your mother wants you - it sounds like she's made that clear, hijo. 
What's keeping you from making love to her?"
   I felt my face burn even as I felt my cock grow in Rosalita's hand. 
"It's you Rosalita - I love you and I would never be unfaithful to you."
   Rosalita smiled and her face beamed lovingly at me as she whispered,
"Awww, mi amado hijo." Again we kissed and I sighed as she slowly worked
her hand up and down my shaft.  "You are such a wonderful man," she said
softly when our kiss ended.  "I almost feel guilty keeping me all to
myself. And I feel honored that you would love me so much that you would
give up your heart's desire."
   My need for Rosalita swelled within me then and I said, "You are my
heart's desire.  You are my great love!" I rose up and kissed my Latina
lover, using my body on hers to roll her over on her back.  As I climbed
between her quickly spread thighs, my hands running up and down her
luscious body, I gasped, "You are all I ever need or want!"
   With a quick thrust of my hips, I slipped inside my Rosalita - her semen
drenched cunt welcoming me home, her pussy muscles quickly tightening
around my swollen cock.
   Rosalita's dark eyes sparkled with carnal joy as she flung her pelvis
upwards, taking me as deep as possible inside her womb.  I ducked and
licked her swollen nipples, catching one engorged digit with my teeth as
her huge breasts rolled and wobbled and making her moan as I bit it
slightly.  "Ohhhhh, mi hijo, fuck me, Johnnyyy!  Fuck your Mama Rosalita.
   The room, already pungent with our sex, filled afresh with the
intoxicating aroma of Rosalita's wet pussy, spurring me to ride her harder
and faster with each thrust.  Rosalita's legs came up and tightened against
my sides, even as she pulled her knees back to open herself deeper to my
probing cock.  "Te quiero, mi amado Rosalita," I cried as I felt myself
slip a little further inside her.  My tongue teased her nipples and then
found its way upwards to run over her lower lip, discovering her teeth,
biting the luscious lip.  Her moans became muffled as I kissed her, her
tongue greeting my own with a lewd, wet dance.
   "Fuck me, Johnny!  Fuck me the way you would fuck your mother!" Rosalita
panted as I plunged in and out of her grasping pussy.  Her words excited us
both and we lost ourselves in a frantic fucking motion of cock and pussy,
hands and lips and moans and sobs.  I felt Rosalita grabbing my ass cheeks
with her hands, nails digging in as she tried to urge me deeper into her
wet, molten hot cunt.  "Fuck me, hijo - show Mama what a man you are!"
Rosalita sobbed and I couldn't take it anymore.
   I plunged inside her to the hilt, my pubic hairs entangling with hers
and with a cry, I quit fighting against the urge to cum and let myself
explode inside her steamy womb.  "I love you, Mom!" I shouted as I filled
my lover with my sperm.  "I love you, Mama Rosalita!"
   We kissed and cuddled as we caught our breath - silently speaking
volumes with our eyes as we savored each other's touch.  We both grew
sleepy - our need for each other sated for the moment.  As I drifted off to
sleep, Rosalita's head on my chest, my hand stroking her luxurious long,
black hair, I heard her sigh and whisper, "I am so happy, mi hijo - I would
give you anything to make you this happy."
   #
   And then it finally happened - Graduation.  After twelve years of
intermittent boredom - I was finally getting out of school.  We held the
ceremony inside the gymnasium - us graduates marching in and sitting on the
portable bleachers set up on the stage.  As we walked down the aisle
between our beaming parents and siblings and other loved ones, I looked for
Rosalita, but didn't find her.
   Once in our seats, I looked for her some more, but didn't see her.  Mom,
I found quickly.  Mom looked gorgeous in a tight olive colored jersey dress
that molded itself to her body, showing off her voluptuous figure - the
hemline designed to show off her shapely legs.  Mom's honey colored hair
framed her lovely face - the only thing detracting from her beauty being
her swollen, red eyes.  Mom had had a furious fight with Dad on the phone
an hour before we had left for school.  Dad and his new gal had decided to
go off to Vegas for the weekend and he called to let me know he just wasn't
able to be there for my graduation.  I'm not sure what the real story was -
whether his new girlfriend was leading him around by his cock or if he was
scared to be in the same room as Mom.
   People spoke, we heard a couple of songs from the High School glee club,
we all walked across the stage, collected our diplomas and then as the
Principal declared us graduates, we flung our caps into the air and just
like that - we were done with high school.
   We milled around on stage for a moment, exchanging high fives and hugs
and then we began to make our way to our families.  Like a scene from a
movie, as I made my way through the crowd - people suddenly parted and
there stood my Rosalita.
   She was so beautiful it took my breath away.  Rosalita was wearing a
cream colored dress that emphasized her tawny reddish-brown skin and ended
just above her knees.  It left her shoulders bare and the neckline curved
dangerously downward, prominently displaying the upper halves of her
massive breasts.  My lover's hair was braided in a French Twist and draped
over her shoulder.
   We looked at each other for a moment and then came together, her bussing
me on the cheek and giving me a passionate hug.  "Mi hijo, I am so proud of
you!" Rosalita exclaimed.  We held on to each other, her arms around my
neck while I encircled her waist and grinned a bit silly at each other
while pretending not to be kinda embarrassed to be together in public.
   We hugged again and then my heart beating madly, I kissed her on the
lips.  "I love you, Rosalita," I murmured as we embraced.  I wondered if we
were causing a scene with our display of affection but part of me didn't
care and the rest of me was just caught up in her glorious, loving smile.
   "Well, there you are!" I felt Rosalita stiffen slightly in my arms as I
heard my Mom call out from behind me.  Rosalita blushed and began to
untangle herself from my embrace.  I turned to see Mom standing there,
beaming at us.  She stepped up and hugged me, kissing me on the corner of
my mouth.  "I'm so proud of you, honey!" Mom exclaimed, her hand stroking
my cheek as she ended her hug.
   Mom turned and smiled at Rosalita.  "Hello.  I'm Cindy - Johnny's
mother. I have so been looking forward to meeting you!" Mom held out her
hand.
   Rosalita smiled back and bravely stepped forward.  "It's nice to meet
you, Cindy.  I'm Rosalita." Mom and she shook hands, taking their time
about it - sizing each other up with me standing in the middle.  I felt
both nervous as a hen at a party of foxes and as proud as a young man with
two beautiful women around him could be.
   Mom gave Rosalita a close look over and then turned to me and said,
"Your girlfriend is beautiful, Johnny!  I can understand why you fell for
her."
   I reached out and took Rosalita's hand.  "Yes, she is, Mom.  Rosalita is
a wonderful woman."
   Rosalita replied, "Thank you, Cindy.  You know you have a wonderful son.
I know you must be so proud." Then, maybe to show she wasn't intimidated,
she said, "I see that Johnny gets his good looks from you.  You look lovely
this evening - I wish I had your figure."
   Mom blushed and said, "That is so sweet.  I'm so glad we've finally
met." With her free hand, she again grasped Rosalita's hand and said, "We
have so much to talk about.  I was planning to take Johnny out to dinner to
celebrate graduation.  Could you please join us?"
   "I would love to, but I don't want to intrude - this is a family night,"
Rosalita replied.
   Mom shook her head and said, "Oh no, and let's be honest about it.  You
are as much family now as anyone.  I would really love to get to spend some
time with you and Johnny."
   And so that's how I found myself seated between the two most important
women in my life at Magglio's Restaurant, feeling a little like a cow
invited to a Bar-B-Q.  Mom and Rosalita chatted about mundane things for
the longest time.  The weather, my college plans, embarrassing stories from
my childhood and other inconsequential things.
   At one point, Rosalita placed her hand on the table and without
thinking, I placed my hand over hers and we instinctively let our fingers
intertwined.  Mom paused in mid-sentence to stare at our little display of
affection and then looked up and smiled at both of us.  In her eyes seemed
to be a mix of emotions at play - love, tenderness, regret and maybe
jealousy.  Under that powerful gaze, I felt Rosalita shiver and she began
to withdraw her hand from mine.
   "No, please - don't," Mom murmured.  "Please, Johnny - Rosalita, don't
be shy around me.  I think it's sweet to see two people so obviously in
love."
   Rosalita paused and I seized the moment to tighten my grip on her hand,
squeezing in encouragement.  "Thank you, Mom," I said, my voice tight with
emotion.
   Rosalita started to speak and then paused as if unsure what she should
say, lowering her eyes to look at our intertwined hands...  Finally, a
quiet little smile played across her lips and she raised her head and
replied to Mom, "Thank you, Cindy."
   Rosalita took a deep breath and continued.  "I have been very worried
about how you and your husband would react to what has happened with Johnny
and me.  Johnny has told me again and again that you were fine with us
being...lovers, but still, I know it has to be hard to understand, an
eighteen year old man and a forty-two year old woman..." Rosalita's courage
faltered and she was unable to go on.
   Mom shook her head and reached out and squeezed Rosalita's free hand for
a moment.  "I am completely fine with you and my son, dear.  Johnny and I
have already had this conversation - he's probably told you that I've known
for years his - um, preference for older women.  I've been readying myself
for this for a long time and the only thing I would ever be concerned with
is that my son falls in love with a good woman.  And I can just tell
already that you are that, Rosalita.  I'm happy for you - I'm happy for
both of you."
   Mom paused and took a sip of wine.  She seemed to consider something for
a moment and then continued.  "In fact, I suppose I'm a little jealous,
considering my current situation.  What I wouldn't give to find love with a
handsome young man that would make me smile the way Johnny makes you
smile."
   "That is so sweet of you, Cindy," said Rosalita in a voice that was
barely above a whisper.  "I feel lucky to have Johnny.  You have raised a
wonderful son." She hesitated for a second and then said in a rush.  "He's
more than wonderful - your son is a tender, considerate lover."
   Mom glowed with that compliment and replied, "Yes, Johnny is a handsome
sexy thing, isn't he?" She giggled as she took another sip of wine.  "If I
wasn't his mother, I would be all over him in a second." Mom giggled again
and her face turned red.  "I guess that sounds awful, doesn't it - me
talking about my own son like that?"
   Rosalita's face began to flush as well and in a quiet voice she replied,
"No.  I understand completely."
   Both Mom and Rosalita appeared shocked to have talked so forthright and
the conversation quieted down considerably, both women seemingly lost in
thought.  We finished our meal and I helped both lovely ladies into Mom's
car.  Once I was buckled up, I glanced at Mom in the rear view mirror and
at my lover next to me.  "Where to, ladies?"
   Mom smiled at me and said, "This is a night for celebration.  Why don't
you drop me off at home, Johnny and you two go have some fun?"
   Before I could protest, Rosalita turned in the seat and said, "Oh no! 
This is an important night for you too, Cindy.  Besides, we just met - I'd
love to talk to you more - get to know you better."
   Mom appeared pleased by Rosalita's suggestion but she shook her head and
said, "Oh no - you lovers should be alone and do what lovers do.  You don't
need a third wheel interfering with your love life."
   "No!  Please, stay with us," Rosalita said in an insistent voice.  She
turned to me and said, "Convince her, mi hijo." Rosalita reached out and
touched my shoulder, drawing my gaze into her eyes.  Her beautiful eyes
told me that she wasn't being just polite.
   "Please, Mom," said.  "We both want you to stay with us.  It's a
beautiful night - we could go home and maybe just hang out in the back yard
by the pool.  Maybe toast my graduation with some champagne." I put a
teasing tone in my voice.  "You have that bottle of twenty year old Dom
Perignon that Dad was saving for a big occasion.  Why don't we break it
open and celebrate?"
   Mom laughed evilly at the idea of drinking Dad's prized bottle of bubbly
and shook a finger at me.  "Well, maybe Rosalita and I could have a little
bit of champagne, but you're not twenty-one yet.  Remember, you're still
underage for drinking, young man."
   Rosalita laughed with her and said, "A little champagne sounds good to
me, Cindy.  We can always buy Johnny a coke."
   Despite the teasing, once we got back to our house, Mom did let me have
a little of the champagne (which I'll be honest - I'd have just as soon had
a beer), and we found ourselves relaxing in the lounge chairs by the pool.
Mom and Rosalita chatted while I mostly listened, still finding it
unnerving to be with both the most important women in my life.
   Mom talked about her childhood in Missouri and Rosalita talked about the
loss of her husband and son.  Some tears were shed by both women and they
hugged when Mom stood up and moved to sit with Rosalita.  They were both
getting a little tipsy from the champagne and I found myself with a hard-on
by the time they finished their embrace.
   "Oh Rosalita - I'm so sorry for your loss.  I cannot imagine life
without Johnny," Mom said, sniffling.  "I don't know how you managed to go
on."
   Rosalita wiped her tear streaked face and nodded, looking over at me and
letting the pain slip away as she smiled at me.  "For a while, Cindy, I
wasn't sure I would - but God sent a little angel to me to give me strength
and then he sent him back to me all grown up to remind me what love was
again.  Te quiero, mi amado hijo."
   Mom sighed at Rosalita's words.  "Awww, that's sounds so lovely.  What
does it mean, Rosalita?"
   "I love you, my beloved..." Rosalita paused, her eyes traveling from my
mom to me and back to Mom.  "Um - my beloved son."
   Mom shivered at the words.  She turned and looked at me and despite
being fully clothed, I felt like she was seeing me stark naked.  My cock
throbbed at her intense, longing gaze.  "That sounds sooo beautiful.  Te
quiero...mi...?" She looked at Rosalita for help.
   Rosalita licked her lips nervously and said, "Mi amado hijo - my beloved
son." There was unusual tension in her voice.
   Mom turned and looked at me with a fiery gleam in her eyes, "Te quiero,
mi amado hijo." We looked at each other for long seconds - desire written
in both our eyes and then Mom turned back to Rosalita sitting next to her.
"That's so lovely, Rosalita - it sounds sooo romantic, and," Mom's facial
expression went from dreamy desire to naughtily lewd, "Very sexy - you call
Johnny, son?  Does he call you Mom too?"
   Mom seemed to be breathing funny - her breasts, tightly wrapped in that
jersey dress were heaving noticeably in the dim lights by the pool.
   Rosalita had a funny look on her face as she replied softly, "Well,
Cindy - like I said earlier, I understand, I think, how you feel about
Johnny."
   Mom's eyes widened and I think she realized for the first time just how
much I confided in Rosalita.  "Oh my," she whispered and then she stood up
and fanned herself with her hand.  "Is it me or is it getting hotter out
here?"
   The tension in the air was so thick it should have been visible.  Part
of me wanted to suggest that Rosalita and I get on our way.  My cock was
throbbing and I never felt more hungry to fuck my Latina lover than I did
at that moment, but part of me didn't want this moment to end and I was as
surprised as anyone when I blurted out, "How about we all take a swim? 
Maybe that will cool things off."
   Mom laughed and the tension seemed to flood away.  "That sounds like a
wonderful idea, honey."
   Rosalita looked intrigued and nodded, but replied, "I'd love to, but I
didn't bring a suit."
   "Oh that won't matter," exclaimed Mom, reaching down and pulling
Rosalita to her feet.  I'm sure we can find you something to wear." Mom
smiled at me and said, "Go put on your trunks, Johnny and Rosalita and I
will see what I have available."
   Just the thought of Mom and Rosalita in bathing suits made my cock throb
and I was sure both could see the bulge in my slacks as I climbed out of my
lounge chair.  "I can't wait," I said, unable to keep the eagerness out of
my voice.
   Both women giggled and Mom rolled her eyes and said as she led Rosalita
off, "I bet!  Well, we'll try not to disappoint."
   I think I was finished changing and back down at the pool in about four
minutes.  I was wearing regular boxer type swim trunks - knowing there was
no way I could get on my smaller, tighter swim trunks with the erection I
was sporting.  Several minutes passed before I heard the voices of Rosalita
and Mom coming from the house.  My cock hadn't softened a bit as I imagined
the two sexiest women on the planet upstairs in Mom's bedroom changing into
swimsuits.  All sort of naughty images swam through my imagination.
   When they stepped through the door, I realized I was in big trouble. 
Mom was wearing a light green bikini - its sparse material of the top
covering perhaps fifty percent of her large breasts.  It came with a
matching green bottom and I knew before she even turned around that it was
a g-string, her shapely, well toned cheeks completely bare.
   Beside Mom, holding her hand and looking a little shy was my Rosalita.
Mom had found her a white string bikini top that seemed to cover her
nipples and areolas and little more.  Her mountainous tit flesh jiggled and
swayed and threatened to break free from the scant few inches of material
that failed to cover her lovely breasts.  She wore what I assumed were her
almost sheer bikini panties that matched the cream colored dress she had
worn to my graduation.  Her thick pubic hair shadowed the material, doing
more than hinting at her luxurious and thick bush.
   "Wow!" I said.  "Now you two are definitely are worth waiting for!"
   Rosalita snickered despite her apparent embarrassment and said, "Would
you look at him.  Johnny is in hog heaven."
   Mom nodded and said, "Two sexy older woman - his greatest fantasies come
to life!" I was standing at the edge of the pool as they approached,
enjoying the sexy view my mother and my lover were giving me.  Mom turned
and said something to Rosalita, whispering it so I couldn't hear.
   I felt my heart pounding as they neared me.  Both grinned at me and when
they reached me, both Mom and Rosalita leaned in, their breasts brushing my
arms, and gave me a kiss on each cheek.  Then they pushed me into the pool.
   I came up sputtering, spitting out the chlorine tinted water.  "I - I
can't believe you did that - that was just mean." I said, attempting to
sound flustered, but laughing beside myself.  "You know, payback's gonna be
a bitch!"
   Mom snickered and said, "First you have to catch me!" Mom dove into the
pool, slicing through the water to emerge on the far side, hanging onto the
edge and laughing at me.  "C'mon in, Rosalita."
   I bobbed in the water close to where Rosalita was standing, looking at
the water uncertainly.  "What's wrong, sweetheart?" I asked.
   Rosalita bit her lower lip and then grinned.  "I'm not sure I should
jump in - I'm not sure this top will stay on." She ran her hands lightly
over her barely covered tits, emphasizing the shortage of cloth.  "This was
the only thing of your Mom's that came close to fitting."
   I giggled and said, "It's okay, Rosalita.  We're all adults here, aren't
we?"
   Rosalita decided to take the safe route though, walking around to near
where Mom was floating and then sitting on the edge of the pool and easing
herself down into the water.  "Mmmmm, this feels wonderful, Cindy!" my
lover murmured.
   I began to swim towards them, but Mom and Rosalita kept their distance.
"Watch out for him, Cindy - he's going to try something," Rosalita giggled
as they swam away from me.
   "What?" I protested, putting on an air of innocence.  "We're just all
hanging out, right?" I would edge towards them and Mom and my lover kept
slipping away.  We began to chat again - innocuous things as I tried to
lull them into complacency.  Eventually, they made their way into the
deepest part of the pool, hanging onto the edge, their breasts serving to
keep them buoyant and looking sexy at the same time - their luscious tit
flesh half in and half out of the water.
   I suddenly dived and paddled furiously through the dimly lit water,
targeting Mom for attack.  I swam up beneath her and took hold of her long,
shapely legs and pulled her down.
   Mom reached down to swat me, her legs and arms all akimbo underneath the
water and then we both came up, me laughing and Mom sputtering.  "You
monster!" she growled.  "Is that anyway to treat your beautiful, sainted
mother?"
   "Beautiful, yes, but sainted?" I waggled my eyebrows at Mom.  "Not many
saints could look that sexy in a bikini, Mom." I swam around her - keeping
a close eye on Rosalita who was trying to put a little distance from us.
   Mom blushed at my comments, but looked pleased.  "You are an awful,
naughty boy, aren't you?" Mom said, trying not to laugh.
   "Yeah, naughty to the core, Mom," I replied and dived again, swimming
swiftly towards Rosalita's kicking legs.  I swam upwards till I had my
hands on Rosalita's waist and pulled her down, her struggling and fighting
all the way.  Under the water, her hair slipped out the braid and spread
out wonderfully in the water.  I pulled Rosalita to me and kissed her under
the water as she struggled to get out of my grip.
   Rosalita kicked for the surface and I followed, suddenly aware of a
strip of cloth in my hands.  As I surfaced beside my lover, her face
betrayed panic and surprise and she gasped "Mi hijo - my top - you tore off
my top!"
   I had the thin strip of fabric that was her bikini top in my hands.  I
looked at it for a second and then at my lovely Rosalita - trying to cover
up her mammoth breasts with her hands and stay afloat at the same time. 
"Give it back to me, Johnny.  I'm practically naked!" Rosalita extended her
hand for the bikini top and then jerked it back as she left exposed her
left breast - nipple hard either from the cool air or something else.
   "Uh huh," I replied.  "And what's wrong with that?" I held out the strip
of cloth and then threw it over her head - the wet piece of fabric landing
on one of the lounge chairs with a wet plop.  "I think you look fine," I
teased as I swam towards her, suddenly needing to kiss her.
   Rosalita's arms went around me as I embraced her - allowing her huge
breasts to pillow against my bare chest - hard nipples poking into my
chest. "I think you look beautiful, Rosalita." I kissed her then, ignoring
Mom's presence (or maybe because I knew she was watching), and kissing her
hard and passionately - my tongue probing into her mouth.
   We kissed for long seconds.  I became aware that Rosalita was tightening
her embrace, her arms wrapped tight around me and then I became aware of
the trap and it was too late.  I felt hands tugging at my swim trunks and
wrapped in Rosalita's arms, I was unable to fend off Mom who had dived
underneath and was dragging my trunks off over my kicking legs.
   "YESSS!" I heard Mom shout in triumph as she surfaced a few feet away,
holding my swim trunks up like a trophy.  "We women have to stick
together." Rosalita broke off the kiss, and pushed away - giggling like a
school girl.
   I treaded water as I assessed my situation - stark naked in a swimming
pool with my mature girlfriend and my mother.  Oh, and sporting a
significant erection.  "Um - can I have my trunks back, Mom?"
   Mom giggled and winked at Rosalita.  "Why, I'm not sure - why don't you
ask your girlfriend?" Mom said.
   Rosalita continued to giggle and her eyes had a strange look - akin to
the look she would give me when I was between her legs and about to plunge
deep into her wetness.  "No - I don't think so, Cindy.  Maybe they should
join my top in that lounge chair."
   "Good idea," Mom replied and with a flick of her arm, sent my shorts
flying over my head to plop down in the grass behind the lounge chair. 
"Oops - I missed," Mom said smugly.  "You can always climb out and get
them, son."
   I felt my face reddening even as my cock seemed to swell even more. 
"Geez," I said lamely.  "I'm naked in here."
   Mom laughed and said, "Oh really, let's check it out!" Mom dived beneath
the surface, followed by Rosalita.  Their distorted images were clearly
visible as they approached me.  I tried to cover up my aroused cock with my
hands, but Mom and Rosalita each took one of my arms and pulled them away.
I sank below the surface then and shook my finger at my Latina lover and my
mother while they stared at my erect penis.  I reached out to grab Rosalita
and when she moved out of range, turned to face Mom who had drifted closer
- her eyes on my cock.  Too late she reacted and as she turned to swim
away, my fingers grabbed onto her bikini top and it snapped as it was hung
on my fingers.
   We all surfaced and suddenly tension seemed to descend upon us and we
all hovered in place, my eyes taking in both women's breasts.  Mom broke
the silence finally, an evil, needy smile on her face.  "Somebody's got a
hard-on!" she said in a sing-song voice.
   "I think someone really likes big tits!" Rosalita said in the same tone
of voice.
   "The question is, what's Johnny going to do about it?" said Mom - her
voice suddenly sounding unsure.
   Rosalita suddenly pounced, swimming to me and kissing me, her nipples
rubbing deliciously against my bare skin as her hand descended to wrap
around my aching cock.  "No, it's what I'm going to do with it," she hissed
as she briefly broke our kiss.  "Make love to me, mi amado hijo.  I felt
Rosalita's legs come up and wrap around me, now clinging to me, hunching
her panty covered pussy against my erection.
   I kissed her back - our tongues dancing together as I worked us over to
the side of the pool, my hands reaching down and tearing her thin panties
apart to get to her furry mound.  In the back of my mind, a part of me
marveled at the fact I was about to fuck my girlfriend in front of my
mother.
   Mom realized that too - that her son and his lover had suddenly lost
their inhibitions and she stared at us hungrily as we kissed and touched.
Suddenly, as if she had awoken from a dream, she moved towards the other
end of the pool.  "Um, I think I'll just leave you two lovebirds alone,"
she said with longing and desire in her voice.
   Rosalita stopped her with a quiet, "No." She stared intently at my
mother.  "We want you to stay - stay and watch us, Cindy." Rosalita
supported herself by laying her arms on the concrete lip of the pool. 
Beneath the water, her thighs parted and she hunched her naked pelvis up
against my swollen dick.  "Please, watch your son and me make love, Cindy."
   Mom was standing in the wading area - her eyes now wide, both with
desire and fear.  Her breasts, full and firm heaved as she tried to catch
her breath and her nipples seemed to swell before our eyes - appearing like
ripe berries about to burst.  "Stay, Cindy," commanded my lover.  I want
you to see how well your son makes love." The head of my cock found its way
between Rosalita's labial lips and she let out a small moan.  Stay and
watch - mi amado hijo wants his mother to see how good he makes a woman
feel."
   Mom staggered over to sit on the edge of the pool.  She gasped as I felt
Rosalita raised her legs and drive her heels into my ass cheeks, urging me
to slip deep inside her.  Rosalita's moan as my cock filled her fiery pussy
was met and matched by a moan from Mom.
   "Oh my god," sighed my mother, her eyes roaming hungrily over Rosalita
and me.
   Rosalita had her arms and legs wrapped around me and used me as leverage
to thrust herself back and forth on my cock.  I could feel Rosalita's heart
pounding against my chest as her hard nipples scraped my skin - her heart's
beats kept time with the throbbing pulse of her cunt massaging my erect
penis.  My lover's gaze moved back and forth, staring into my eyes and then
over my shoulders at Mom.
   "Isn't he beautiful, Cindy?" Rosalita gasped as I sank deep within her
fiery womb.  Isn't our Johnny, our lovely hijo beautiful?" She moaned as I
ground myself into her, my pubic hairs tangling with hers, her pussy
muscles flexing and caressing my hard shaft.  We kissed, our tongues
thrusting and probing and making love on their own as she held me tightly
within her, hunching herself against me, keeping my cock buried in her
loving cunt.
   "Ohhhh god, yessss," Mom sobbed.  "You're both so beautiful, making
love."
   Rosalita ended our kiss, wantonly licking my lips as she did so.  "You
want your son, don't you, Cindy?  You want mi amado hijo to take you, fuck
you, make love to you, don't you?"
   Mom groaned but didn't reply.  Rosalita pressed on as I stared at her in
awe and wonder.  "It's okay to admit it, Cindy.  I understand.  I used to
dream about my son - grown to be a man, a fine man like Johnny and I would
imagine him making love to me, making me his woman.  Johnny has brought my
dreams to life for me - I love him and I know he loves me..." Rosalita
sighed then as a pre orgasmic shiver ran through her.  She smiled at me
then, her love for me evident, both as a lover and a mother.
   "I know how you feel, Cindy - you love Johnny more than anything and
Cindy, he loves you too.  He wants you too - I can feel him inside of me,
not just hard for me, Cindy, but for you - for his mother!"
   "Yessss," Mom whimpered and I looked over my shoulder at Mom.  She sat
on the edge of the pool, legs spread wide and one hand fingering her pussy
- her bikini bottom pushed aside to reveal her shaved cunt.  Mom's nipples
were huge, her other hand fondling and pinching them.  Mom's face and chest
were red with a sexual flush.  Her eyes were glazed with sexual hunger and
need.
   "Out of the pool, mi hijo," whispered Rosalita in my ear.  I don't know
how we did it, but we managed to swim across to the shallow end of the pool
still joined together, cock and pussy and then I walked us out, Rosalita's
arms and legs wrapped tight around me as we emerged from the water.  Each
step seemed to drive my cock a little deeper into Rosalita's motherly womb,
eliciting little cries of pleasure from her.
   I lowered us to one of the larger padded lounge chairs and we began to
fuck frantically.  Mom had spun around, legs still spread, fingering
herself as she watched Rosalita and me fuck.  "Fuck me, Johnny!  Fuck your
Mama Rosalita, mi amado hijo.  I - I love you, love you MI HIJO!"
   Rosalita's orgasm exploded on her and she began to buck wildly
underneath me.  "FUCK ME, HIJO!  SHOW YOUR OHHHH GODDD, SHOW YOUR MOTHER
HOW GOOD YOU MAKE A WOMANNN FEELLL.  I LOVE YOU, JOHNNYYY!" I couldn't hold
myself back any longer and I felt myself explode inside Rosalita's womb,
spraying hot semen inside her milking cunt.  We both filled the night air
with moans and sobs as we seemed to cum and cum and cum, our faces cheek to
cheek as we looked at my mother frantically fingering her pussy, three
fingers plunging in and out of her wet, glistening cunt.
   As our mutual orgasm faded, between gasps for air, Rosalita hissed in my
ear, "Stay hard, mi hijo - stay hard for your mother.  She needs you,
Johnny.  Your mother needs your hard cock." Despite shivering from her
orgasm, my Rosalita managed to work her cunt muscles, massaging my cock,
urging it to keep hard.  Rosalita's words helped make that an easy chore.
"Look at your Mom, hijo - look how wet she is for you.  Look at your
mother, Johnny!"
   I did.  Mom looked like sex incarnate.  Her honey-blonde hair was
plastered wetly to her skin, her body glistening with pool water mixed with
sweat as she worked her fingers in and out of her pussy - her full breasts
heaving as she breathed hard.
   With her hands, Rosalita urged me off her, moaning as I withdrew my
still fully erect cock, her pussy releasing my swollen cockhead with a wet
plop.  A bit shakily, Rosalita sat up and then she slipped off the lounger
kneeling beside it with me standing beside her.
   Rosalita crooked a finger at Mom.  "Come here, Cindy - your son has
something for you."
   Suddenly it was if Mom and I both woke from a dream.  I stared down at
my lover, amazed at what had just happened - amazed at what was about to
happen.  "Rosalita - no...I promised you I would always be faithful," I
whispered, a part of me astounded that I was trying to turn down something
I had fantasized for years.
   Rosalita looked up at me and shook her head, smiling that beautiful,
loving smile of hers.  "You are faithful to me - I want you to have this."
She turned and looked at Mom who was staring at us unbelievingly.  "I want
you both to have this.  I know what this means to Cindy and to you.  I know
how important it is for you both just as having you is important to me."
She reached up and took my hand, squeezing it gently.  "This doesn't mean
the end of us, mi amado hijo - it only means we are sharing it with someone
you love.  If my son was here, you wouldn't deny me his love, would you?"
   Her words hit home and I shook my head slowly, whispering, "No," as I
envisioned her Juan making love to her.
   Rosalita nodded and said to Mom, "Come here, Cindy - come share your
son's love with me.  Johnny loves you and you love him.  You've wanted him
for a long time, haven't you?  You want your son to make love to you - to
fuck you like a woman, no, a mother deserves."
   Tears ran down Mom's eyes as she slowly nodded.  Mom got to her feet,
tugging at the ties of her bikini bottom and letting the strip of cloth
fall to the ground as she rose.  Naked, my mother padded across the damp
concrete to stand before me.  She reached out a hand to me and I pulled her
to me.
   For the first time in my life, I kissed my mother like a lover.  Her
soft lips met mine and then parted, her tongue greeting mine - slowly
rolling it over and around mine.  Mom and I sighed as we tasted each other.
   "Touch him, Cindy," said Rosalita.  "Touch your son - your hijo.  Feel
how hard your Johnny is for his mother." I felt Mom's hand slip from mine
and find its way between our bodies - her wet fingers encircling my erect
penis.  Mom moaned into my mouth as her tongue began to dance frantically
with mine.
   "Isn't it lovely, Cindy?  Taste him; let your son feel himself in his
mother's mouth."
   Our kiss ended, me nipping at Mom's tongue and then watching Mom as she
slowly squatted down, her eyes not leaving mine as she guided my cock to
her mouth.  I had a naughty thrill shoot through me as I could see my own
semen and Rosalita's pussy cream still glistening on the shaft of my cock.
Mom ovaled her lips and took me into her mouth - her warm, delicious mouth
and her tongue dancing joyfully around the head of my throbbing dick.
   Mom shivered and gasped as she began to suck me - realizing secret
dreams of both of us.  I stroked Mom's cheek, brushing back a wet strand of
her hair from her face as she looked up at me with her beautiful blue eyes,
blazing with her love.
   I shifted my gaze to Rosalita kneeling next to me, staring in wonder at
the incestuous sight she had created.  A quiet, motherly smile was etched
on her face.  Licking her lips, she said in a husky voice.  "It's time -
lay back, Cindy.  Lay back and spread your legs wide.  Your handsome son is
hard for you and he wants to please his mother.  Johnny wants - needs to
fuck his mother now." Rosalita reached out and touched Mom's bare shoulder
and her mere touch registered with Mom and she slowly let me slide from her
mouth.
   Mom looked askance at Rosalita who nodded and whispered, "It's time,
Cindy.  Your son is about to make your dreams come true." Rosalita leaned
in and gave Mom a gentle kiss on the mouth and then guided her up and onto
the lounger chair.  Mom was breathing heavy, her breasts rising and falling
and her nipples visibly throbbed as she kept looking from me to Rosalita
and back again.
   Rosalita placed her hand on Mom's thigh and pulled it towards her,
lifting up Mom's knee as she did so.  Mom instinctively copied the movement
with her other leg and I had to remember to breathe as my mother lay spread
out before me, baring her bald cunt, now flowered and dripping with her
juices.
   "Mi hijo.  Your mother is waiting for you to make love to her.  Make her
happy, Johnny.  Make both of us happy," murmured Rosalita.  She placed a
hand on my ass cheek and gave me a little push.  Not quite believing what
was happening, I climbed onto the lounger between Mom's widespread legs, my
cock so hard it hurt.
   "I love you, Johnny," Mom whispered.  "Please, make love to me, son."
Mom lifted her arms to me.
   I leaned in, my cock slicing between Mom's thick labia lips to nestle
against her pussy as I lowered my body onto hers.  "I love you, Mom," I
said softly as I pressed my lips to hers, kissing her not just as a son,
but as my lover.  Neither of us moved - the moment almost perfect, Mom's
fingers digging into my shoulders as her raised knees tightened against my
thighs.  I could her pussy pulsing against my cock, her labia trying to
close around the length of my shaft, my cockhead throbbing against Mom's
slick shaved skin.
   "So beautiful," I heard Rosalita whisper.  She scooted a little bit to
one side, leaning forward to kiss me on the cheek and then bussing Mom's
cheek as well.  I felt her hand slip down my ass cheeks and then between
Mom's and my bodies.  I rose up a little as she took my cock in her hand
and guided my cockhead between Mom's cunt lips.
   "Your mother had waited long enough, mi hijo," Rosalita said almost too
soft to hear.  "Fuck your mother, Johnny.  Fuck your mother now!"
   "I love you," I sobbed, not sure if I meant Mom or Rosalita or both and
I thrust forward, burying my cock in Mom's steaming, slick cunt.  Mom cried
out as I pressed into her pussy, her back arcing and allowing me to sink
even deeper.  She felt tighter than Rosalita - not better, but different,
but sweet and hot and buttery and I quickly sank the length of my cock
inside Mom, my pubic hairs scraping her slick, shaved mound.
   Mom raised her face and her lips found mine as her fingernails dug into
my back.  I felt her long legs cross over my hips and then her heels drove
into my thighs and she urged me even deeper.  For a long, sweet minute, I
was buried deep in Mom's womb, wrapped tight in her loving embrace by her
arms, legs and pussy - the only movement our tongues dueling feverishly in
our joined mouths.  It was the culmination of so many sleepless nights and
long days of teasing and fantasy.  Mother and son joined together in the
holy act of lovemaking.
   The sensation of having my cock wrapped up in Mom's incredible hot and
wet softness was almost heaven, transcended only by the new pleasures
produced by our gradual, instinctive movements as our bodies responded to
our incestuous needs.  Slowly, we began to make love, my thrusts in and out
of Mom's tight cunt matched by her movements, flinging her hips upwards,
too impatient to wait for me to bury my erect dick in her pussy again.
   Mom's first orgasm was almost immediate as her longed for yearnings were
finally realized.  Mom broke our kiss to sob, "Oh baby, Mommy's cumming!"
She tried to speak again, but all that came out was a long drawn out sob as
her first son induced orgasm swept over her.  I sank deep inside Mom,
resting my cock in her womb and hanging on as she bucked and writhed as her
incestuous ecstasy overwhelmed her.  I ducked my head down and caught an
erect nipple in my mouth, barely biting it with my teeth before sucking at
it hungrily.  This seemed to increase Mom's pleasure and she pressed a hand
to the back of my head to hold me in place.  I bit and sucked at her nipple
till her body, exhausted, ceased all movement except for trembling in the
afterglow of her orgasm.
   "Oh my god, that was wonderful," Mom gasped and then she began to cry,
hugging me to her.
   "I love you too, Mom," I said a little nervously - women crying from an
orgasm was still an unusual experience for me and I wasn't sure how to act.
   Rosalita reassured me, by leaning in and kissing me, her tongue snaking
into my mouth, allowing me to contrast her taste with Mom's.  Then she
reached out and stroked Mom's face.  "I'm so happy for you, Cindy - to know
the same joy your son has blessed me with, and..." Rosalita's smile grew
wider and took on a naughty tinge.  "And it's not over yet.  I've primed
Johnny to last a long time with you.  He's going to make you cum and cum
again, so hang on to him tight - mi hijo's wonderful cock is going to take
you to heaven!"
   Mom reached up and grasped Rosalita's hand.  "Th-thank y-you, Rosalita,"
Mom stammered.  "Thank you for sharing my son with me."
   Rosalita smiled and kissed Mom's hand and replied, "How could I deny you
this.  We mothers, we understand each other - we know what we need.  Thank
you for sharing your son with me." Rosalita turned to me and nodded.  "Make
love to your mother, Johnny - give her what she's been missing.  Give your
mother what she needs."
   I didn't have to be told twice.  Gently I began to slowly roll my hips,
moving my cock bit by bit, in and out of Mom's grasping pussy.  At first,
Mom moaned and shivered, still in the aftermath of her orgasm, her pussy so
sensitive that every minute movement was pleasure almost too great to bear.
Gradually though, Mom began to move on her own until finally we were moving
as one - Mom meeting my thrusts with her own, the intensity rising by the
second.  I let Mom control the pace.  When she wanted it fast and hard, I
fucked my mother fast and hard.  When she needed it slow and gentle, I
fucked her slow and gentle - our movements quickly matching each other as
if we had been lovers for years.
   Mom's pleasure rose and rose until she was again on the edge of orgasm.
Through it all, with each thrust of my cock into her fiery cunt, Mom never
let go of Rosalita's hand, keeping her close, allowing her to do more than
share the moment.  Mom bit her lower lip, her mounting pleasure evident.  I
glanced over at Rosalita and saw the same look of ecstasy on her face.  The
muscles in her arm and Mom's were bulging as they tightly, desperately
clung to each other.  I realized that Rosalita's hand had disappeared below
my line of sight and I comprehended that Rosalita was pleasuring herself as
Mom and I made love.
   Mom panted, "More, Johnny, more!  Fuck me, son, give Mommy what she
needs!  LOVE ME, JOHNNYYYY!" Mom's movements became more frantic, more
demanding - she was rising up off the lounger cushions to meet my hard
thrusts down while her pussy muscles clung stubbornly to my cock, massaging
them with her silk soft, creamy wet flesh.
   I felt my need building in me.  My mind reeled as I realized I was about
to put my own seed into Mom's pussy - giving back a part of me that had
sprung from her womb.  "I love you, Mom," I moaned.  I turned my head and
said, "I love you too, Rosalita."
   Rosalita nodded, her own orgasm threatening to overwhelm her.  "Te
quiero, mi amado hijo," she sobbed.
   A whimper escaped Mom's lips and she gasped, "Oh, Johnnnyyy - you're
making me cummmm.  I love you, sonnn!"
   And then it was as if a bomb composed of pure pleasure went off.  Cries
from all three of us exploded at once as Mom's pussy tightened around my
deeply buried cock, triggering my ejaculation - an orgasm that overwhelmed
me in its intensity and length.  I felt my cock throb as I shot jet after
jet of hot semen inside my mother's pussy - her muscles contracting
powerfully as she writhed beneath me.  I leaned forward to kiss her, our
tongues licking each other's face sloppily and then joined by a third as
Rosalita leaned in, her tongue insinuating itself into the delicious tangle
of Mom's tongue and mine.  I sensed more than saw the seizure like quaking
of Rosalita as she fingered herself to orgasm along with us.
   Our orgasms seemed to feed off each other, the knowledge of all three of
us being present, being part of this incestuous, wonderful moment, spurring
our pleasure to unexpected heights.  My cock actually ached from the
intensity of my ejaculations - it seemed as if my dick had become a fire
hose, gushing forth an unbelievable amount of sperm in response to the
flood of Mom's hot pussy cream that coated my cock.
   I collapsed on top of Mom, feeling incredibly satiated and exhilarated,
if not a little exhausted.  All three of us were crying and laughing,
touching and kissing and embracing in a drunken whirl of ecstatic delight.
I felt as if I had experienced perfection and was intoxicated by it.
   Somehow, arm in arm, we managed to retreat into the house where we
tumbled naked into Mom's bed, talking and chatting late into the night, me
in the middle between the two most beautiful women in the world.  I felt so
lucky and in love and so horny.  Mom and Rosalita kept me showered in
kisses and their hands rarely left my body.  Over the next few hours, both
felt completely comfortable in going down on me while the other watched and
talked me through it.
   It is an indescribable delight to have your mother urge you to cum in
your lover's mouth or to have your lover tell your mother how much she will
enjoy the taste of your semen.  We fell asleep in a tumble of arms and
limbs and all had the best rest of our lives, picking up in the morning
after refueling on a big breakfast of bacon and eggs.
   As I made love to Rosalita and Mom, a potentially mind-blowing
possibility kept offering itself as I watched Mom and Rosalita interact
with each other.  Both had literally lowered all their inhibitions in so
far as making love to me, but I could sense the underlying erotic tension
as they related to each other.
   Rosalita was the most overt, unhesitatingly touching Mom or kissing her
as one or the other made love to me.  They shared intimacy with me as the
conduit - never quit succumbing to the desires they may or may not have
discovered for each other, but still intimate in a sexual way that kept me
erect more than I would have thought possible.
   Sometime in early afternoon, I was flat on my back, Mom straddling me,
riding my cock, making her magnificent breasts bounce as she slid up and
down my cock.  I felt Rosalita's weight suddenly as she straddled me from
behind Mom.  Resting her head on Mom's shoulder, her long black hair
falling all about, Rosalita teased and urged Mom to fuck me hard, to enjoy
my big cock.  Mom leaned back, resting herself against Rosalita's lush
body. Rosalita would give her little kisses on the cheek and neck and then
as Mom rode herself to orgasm, Rosalita helped her along as her arms came
around Mom and cupped my mother's breasts, tweaking and teasing Mom's
nipples as she began to cum on my cock.
   When I had recovered and Rosalita had lowered herself onto my throbbing
erection, Mom returned the favor.  I cannot adequately describe the erotic
picture of seeing my mother with her arms around Rosalita, her light
skinned hands cupping and kneading Rosalita's brownish-reddish colored tits
as she kissed Rosalita's neck and urging me to "Make Mommy proud - fuck
your lover like you fuck Mommy - make Rosalita cum, son!"
   Later that evening as my endurance began to wane; both Rosalita and Mom
took turns riding my cock while the other rode my face.  My imagination ran
wild as I could only envision my two lovers facing each other as I gave
them pleasure.  Did they play with each other's tits?  Did Mom and Rosalita
kiss each other passionately, tongues dueling as my cock and tongue made
them cum and cum again?
   As I lay exhausted in bed with them, my cock temporarily spent, they
would look at each other and giggle when I gave them a questioning look. 
The only thing I was sure of was my discovery that is possible to love two
women equally.  Having realized my long secret desires for my mother had
only increased my hunger and love for her, but at the same time, my love
for Rosalita had increased ten-fold.  I was in awe of her courage and
heartfelt desire to make me happy and to give me the gift of completely
knowing my mother's love.
   We spoke vows that night, Mom, Rosalita and I, that what had begun on my
graduation night was the beginning of something great and lasting between
all three of us.  That whatever might lie waiting in the future, we would
all face it together - that our lives would indeed be spent together.  And
so it has - a wonderful life that has surprises yet to be realized and
which daily makes me proud and thankful to be a son and a lover to both Mom
and Rosalita.  Our story isn't over - it is just beginning.
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