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
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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
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   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 my 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 “verboten” 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