Tits Are Made For Sucking Ch. 07

Tits Are For Sucking -- Part Seven

Mothers and sons fuck away the weekend together as all secrets are revealed.

Author's note -- this story contains scenes of homosexual activity. All participants in this story are of legal age. Check out the previous six chapters for a lot more backstory and fun! Yeah, this thing has turned into novel-length proportions and you'll miss out on a lot if you don't start from the beginning. You won't be disappointed.

Gripping the handle of a small, beige overnight case, Mom stepped into the living room as Mike and I tried to act normal. What an impossible joke, with Mike's wet, drooping cock slung across his bare thigh, and me in front of him, sitting on my heels with his fresh ejaculate dribbling down my chin.

"Mrs. Busby!" Mike gasped, eyes wide. I wasn't much different, looking like a fool, caught in the act of fellating my best friend.

"Mom, what are you doing here?" Was all I could think to say. In spite of our amazing, and exhausting, journey into the world of incest in recent days, I wasn't sure what kind of reaction Mom would have to this homoerotic tableau.

"My, my..." She smiled, a gleam of approval in her eyes. "Cat's out of the bag now."

A voice sounded from the dining area, behind us.

"Phyllis, I told you these guys were getting it on," Mrs. Arden chuckled, her terrycloth bathrobe hanging open to reveal her plump, luscious body underneath. Her huge areolas peeked from behind thick cotton while her bush bristled unapologetically from between two full thighs. "Now you have proof!"

"Oh, I believed you, honey," Mom replied. "At their age, I have no doubt they'll fuck just about anyone or anything."

"Mom, please!" I objected.

"Relax, young man." Mom smiled again, placing her overnight case on the sofa, next to Mike. I was still sitting on the floor in front of him, my face inches away from his cock, as she approached me.

"Oh, look at your chin!" Mom reverted into "mother" mode. She knelt beside me, turning my face toward hers, inspecting the pearly, white goo. "Messy boy."

With that, she licked the semen from my mouth and chin. I quivered as her tongue did its work.

"You should learn to swallow," she added, smacking her lips, then kissing my mouth several times for good measure. I could faintly hear Mrs. Arden's moan of approval in the distance.

"I asked Phyllis to come over and share the fun," Mike's mother laughed, walking up behind her son, placing her hands on his bare shoulders, gently massaging them. Her fingertips almost touched her son's nipples. "I hope you guys don't mind."

"Yeah, you scoundrels!" Mom furrowed her brow. "All of this sex going on and you expect me to stay home by myself? Fuck that! Mom wants some, too!"

Both women laughed. I started to relax, and Mike managed to close his mouth.

"Jesus, how long has our secret been out?" Mike asked to no one in particular. Mom and Mrs. Arden eyed each other, waiting for the other to speak. Mrs. Arden finally broke the silence.

"It's a little complicated, but we'll explain..." Mike's mother paused. Her fingertips now brushed across Mike's pointed tips, making him bite his lower lip with pleasure. "...Later." She turned to my mother.

"Did you have breakfast, love?" Mrs. Arden asked. "I can get you something."

"I'm fine, thanks." Mom looked at the two of us, buck naked with our erections bobbing. "I wouldn't mind getting more comfortable, though."

"Be our guest," Mrs. Arden replied, walking past us to within inches of my mother. Mom shuddered as Mrs. Arden brushed her cheek, gazing deeply into her eyes. Then, to our surprise, Mrs. Arden placed a deep, lingering kiss on my mother's mouth.

"Mmmm..." Mom moaned as their mouths worked together. Even before the kiss ended, she was unbuttoning her white blouse. Mike and I looked at each other, amazed and pleased at the show.

"Fuuuck," I mouthed to my best friend. He nodded.

"Come to the bedroom so we can put your things away," Mrs. Arden said, retrieving the overnight case. She took Mom's hand and led her down the hallway.

Mike and I looked at each other again and got to our feet. Without a word, we followed our mothers into the bedroom.

"So nice to get out of this," Mom said as she handed her blouse to Mrs. Arden, who placed it on a hanger in the closet. Her breasts, while not overly ample, filled out the white, flowered cups of her bra wonderfully. A hint of areola peeked from underneath the sheer, upper part of the garment.

Mom's black polyester slacks slipped down her legs and she handed them to Mrs. Arden, who placed them onto another hanger, next to the blouse.

Anxiety switched to anticipation as more of my mother's clothes came off. Her bra slipped down her arms, revealing those beautiful, now familiar breasts. Her pink, silver dollar-sized areolas, while not nearly as large as Mike's mother's, accented her erect nipples wonderfully. Mom's panties slipped down her thighs, revealing a sweet, dark bush. It wasn't as thick as Mrs. Arden's, but still provided plenty to nuzzle.

"There, isn't that better?" Mrs. Arden purred, running her hands all over Mom's bare skin.

"Uh huh," Mom panted, her face flushed. I could smell her excitement.

Mrs. Arden pinched my mother's nipples and pulled up, lifting her breasts. Mom clenched her teeth and hissed with arousal.

"Sweet baby," she whispered to my mother, soft, red lips brushing her cheek.

"Oh, goddamn," Mom said, looking over at me, then Mike. "What do we do now?"

"Somebody needs to fuck," Mrs. Arden grinned, her eyes wide with lust.

For a few seconds, we all stared at each other, wondering who was going to fuck who, then Mrs. Arden spoke up.

"Mike," she barked, "take her from behind."

I was shocked! I couldn't believe she said that, but shit, if we were going to fuck, then it was time to fuck!

Then it started to get weird.

To my surprise, Mom's demeanor changed. She started to resist as Mike and his mother pushed her onto the bed.

"No...NO!!!" Her voice quivered with anger and fear. "You don't have my permission! You need to ask my permission!"

My best friend backed away, but his mother didn't stop. With his cock still bobbing and ready, Mike looked over at me, eyes searching for an answer.

This was getting more and more bizarre. Mom, obviously aroused and ready, resisted, just like she did a few days ago in our kitchen, when I took her by surprise by bending her over the Formica counter.

Mrs. Arden wasn't having any of my mother's protests.

"Son, don't listen to her," she growled to Mike. "Fucking slut needs a good raping."

What the hell? I thought to myself. This was really getting off the rails! Part of me wanted to defend my mother, but another part of me sensed there was more than meets the eye.

"I...I..." Mike was at a loss for what to do.

"Phyllis, get on your hands and knees, like a dog," Mrs. Arden commanded, totally in charge. The speed of Mom's response surprised me as she assumed the position, making her pussy totally exposed and vulnerable.

"That's it," Mrs. Arden hissed. "You obey me...or else!"

With a shrug, she let her robe fall to the carpet, revealing her plush, matronly body. The vision of her totally nude form distracted me. God, what a sexy woman. I couldn't take my eyes off her tits, with areolas the size of my palm and thumb-sized nipples erect and ready to suck. An added dimension of eroticism came from knowing Mrs. Arden was lactating, virtually a milk maiden for her son. They had what is now known as an Adult Nursing Relationship.

But Mom's continued objections snapped me out of my reverie.

"You fucking bastards," My mother said in a low, throaty voice. "You can't take me without my permission. That's rape! You don't have permission to rape me!"

Permission. Permission and rape. She kept using those words, as if they were the keys to unlock some yet-unexplored dark desire.

"Shut up!" Mrs. Arden slapped Mom's ass, making her yelp. "You're getting fucked by my son, whether you like it or not!" She took Mike's hand and led him to the bed, only inches away from Mom's upturned rear.

"Get up there and fuck Mrs. Busby!" She said. In a heartbeat, her demeanor changed as she looked at me, then back at her son.

"Don't be afraid, guys," she said in a hushed voice. "Trust me on this. It's okay."

Again, Mike and I glanced at each other, still somewhat uncertain. My mother spoke up.

"Is this all right?" She asked. Gripping the headboard, she looked over her shoulder at us. The tension in her voice vanished for a moment. Now she sounded docile and submissive, like a little girl.

I was beginning to understand, and I think Mike was, too.

Cupping her son's buttocks, Mrs. Arden guided him up on the bed, to where he knelt right behind Mom. My best friend was getting into the mood. With his cock at full mast, he placed his hands on my mother's hips. Mrs. Arden gripped her son's hardness and, her other hand still on his ass, rubbed the tip up and down Mom's glistening, wet pussy.

Placing the wet tip against Mom's swollen pussy lips, Mrs. Arden said, "push." Mike responded and, buttocks tensing, started to enter my mother. The response was immediate.

"Goddamn you, rapist!" Mom cried out, once again pretending to be angry and indignant, but the pure lust in her voice betrayed her.

Slowly undulating, Mike pushed deeper and deeper. The moment his cock was all the way in, his balls pressing against my mother's ass, she threw her head back and growled.

"Naughty! Naughty!" She wailed. "Naughty rapist!"

Mrs. Arden chuckled, watching my mother's face. She slapped her son's ass.

"Fuck her, son...fuck her NOW!"

Mike didn't hesitate. The next moment, he was slapping his body against Mom's sweet rump.

"Agggh!" He made a deep, guttural animal sound. Obviously, my mother's pussy was just what he needed.

"Fuck, yeah," Mrs. Arden said, rubbing her big tits and relishing the show. "Fuck her and let us watch."

All Mike could do was look at his mother, nod, then go back to fucking.

"Ohhh, that's it," Mom shuddered, gasping with pleasure. "Fuck, yeah! Rape me! RAPE ME!!!"

Grunting, Mike dug his fingers into Mom's hips as he assaulted her pussy. I marveled at the sight of my best friend fucking my mother from behind, barely believing what was happening.

"Yes...yes," Mrs. Arden stood right beside her panting, sweaty son. "Fuck her...fuck her pussy good and hard." Beads of milk formed on her nipples. Feeding time was somewhere on the near horizon.

I watched, unable to speak. Jesus, this was fucking strange, but hot as hell as Mom submitted to the "rape".

I slipped off my underwear during all of this, exposing my own hard and ready cock. To his credit, I think Mike set a record for endurance. Usually, he would've already blown his wad. Perhaps it was the strangeness of the situation, but it worked out for the best. Both Mrs. Arden and I loved watching the show.

"Oh, goddamn," Mrs. Arden bit her lower lip, almost pleading, unable to look away. She kept repeating the same words, like Mom did only moments before. "Fuck her good and hard!" I could tell she wanted to participate.

As Mike pumped away, his mother circled the bed, slipping up on the top blanket. Rolling onto her back, she slid her face underneath my mother's belly, within inches of the action. She reached up to brush her fingers against Mom's bush, revealing a little, erect clit poking out from her fur.

"Mmmm..." Mrs. Arden smiled. "Sweet and wet." Then she did something that made my mouth fall open yet again.

In spite of the furious pounding Mike was giving my mother, Mrs. Arden pressed her face up against Mom's pussy. Right in the midst of the sweat and slickness, with her son's balls colliding against her cheek, she rubbed her face back and forth against my mother's bush. Mom reacted instantly.

"Ssssss..." she bared her teeth, trying to look down at what was happening.

Mike was in his own world, eyes closed, thrusting rhythmically. Mrs. Arden reached up to grip the swell of my mother's hips for leverage, covering her son's hands, and proceeded to lap at Mom's clit.

"Yes, Sylvia," she panted. "Oh, YES! Eat my pussy!"

Goddamn! I thought to myself. My teenaged brain fought to process all of this new information -- the sights, sounds and odors of unbridled carnality and perversion. This is fucking hot! My cock felt like it was about to burst. Dammit, I wanted some, too!

Carefully, I slid up on the bed, on my back like Mrs. Arden, only from the opposite side. Mike's mother, her face coated with sex goo as she buried it in Mom's sweet muff, barely acknowledged me as I positioned my face underneath Mom's dangling tits. With my head only a few inches from Mrs. Arden's, I flicked my tongue up and down one of Mom's nipples. The response was immediate.

"Oh...OH...damn, yes!" She huffed. "Jesus Christ, keep that up. Don't stop!"

By now, my mother's copious secretions dripped from Mrs. Arden's face onto the bed as she licked Mom's clit like a pro. Placing one hand on my mother's shoulder, I drew her nipple into my mouth and began to suck. My other hand squeezed Mom's free breast, tugging on the nipple. I thought Mom was going to lose her mind.

"Grrrrr!" She growled, bucking and thrashing, all the while fighting to keep still while we ministered to her sweet spots. "Oh, God, you fucking animals. Take me...TAKE ME LIKE THE SLUT I AM!!!"

And we did. Not much time passed before it all came to a climax.

"Goddamn it!" My mother panted, sweat beading all over her body. "Coming...COMING!!!"

With that, her body convulsed as she orgasmed repeatedly. Mike couldn't hold out much longer, and with my mother's contracting pussy milking his cock, he joined in with her, blowing his wad deep into her body. His teeth clenched as pleasure surged through his body.

"Oh...oh...OHHH!!!" Mom wailed.

Mrs. Arden broke away from eating my mother's pussy to hiss words of approval.

"That's it, Phyllis. Take his seed...TAKE IT!!!"

I released Mom's tits as she bucked and groaned, savoring the pleasure coursing through her body.

"Yes...yes..." Mom whispered as the violent "rape" subsided. "So naughty...sooo very bad and naughty." Still, she didn't stop gripping the wooden headboard.

Mike fell back, sitting on his heels on the bed, his drooping cock glistening with my mother's juices mixed with his own come. Mrs. Arden came out from underneath, her face coated with the same viscous, shiny sex goo.

"You're not done, Phyllis," she purred, licking her lips, tugging my mother's nipples aggressively. Mom yelped.

"You mean, there's more raping?" She asked, her voice once again soft and submissive.

"Goddamn right there is, you slutty cunt." Mrs. Arden pressed her open mouth against my mother's. As they kissed, Mom moaned and started licking the slick coating on Mrs. Arden's face.

"That's it," Mrs. Arden whispered as Mom licked her chin, cheeks, nose and eyelids. "Taste your pussy juice mixed with my son's come."

"MmmmHmmm," Mom nodded, once again kissing her deeply.

Once the tongue bath subsided, Mike's mom turned back and gazed into my eyes. "Your turn, Neil," she commanded. "Time to rape your mother."

Eyes wide, I scuttled to my feet, climbing into Mike's former position as he fell away to the carpet. Mrs. Arden gripped my cock.

"Don't you move, you fucking slut," she growled to my mother, guiding me inside. Next thing I knew, Mom's slick pussy walls gripped my cock with anticipation.

"Oh, goddamn it!" Mom cried out. "Not more raping! No...NOOO!!!"

I didn't need any more prompting as I gripped her waist and started pounding away. One exceptionally hard slap of our bodies and the juices splattered on my lips. I licked it up with a grin.

"That's it, Mike." Mrs. Arden's still-wet face almost touched mine as she looked down at my cock thrusting repeatedly. I felt her breath on my neck. "Rape her good and hard!"

Good and hard. Goddamn right, I was. I glanced up to see Mike in the corner, sprawled out on the carpet, holding his spent dick as he watched us fuck. Mrs. Arden crawled up to look in my mother's face.

"Your son's raping you, Phyllis," she said in Mom's ear. "How does it feel to be raped by your own fucking son?"

Barely audible above the colliding of our bodies, Mom managed to squeak out "Yes...yes. Good raping. Shit, keep this up and Mama's going to come for her rapist son!"

Mrs. Arden moved behind me again, slipping her hands around my waist. Next thing I knew, her long, red-painted thumbnails dug into my nipples, sending arcs of pleasure straight down to my cock. Goddamn!

"Fill her with your incest come," Mrs. Arden said in my ear. "You know what you're doing to your mother is incest!"

"Uh huh, uh huh," I nodded, trying not to give up my load just yet.

Damn, so perverted, but so much excitement! I was really getting into helping Mom play out her rape fetish. Mrs. Arden was in it just as much.

I had hoped to last as long, or longer, than Mike, but there was no way I could, what with Mrs. Arden's ministerings. If was going to blow at any moment, I might as well play it up for everyone's pleasure.

"Yeah, rape and incest," I managed to parrot the words being slung about. "Rape! Incest! Fuck, yeah!"

Then, out of nowhere, Mike slipped up on the bed and planted a deep, probing kiss on my mouth. After several moments, he pulled away, but his mother continued tugging at my nipples mercilessly. The wave was building to a crescendo.

"Goddammit!" I rasped. "I'm coming too soon! No fair! No fair!"

"Who said anything about being fair, you fucking incest rapist!" Mrs. Arden growled. I felt her bare tits pressing against my back. "Fill your mother with come! Do it! NOW!!!"

Panting wildly, Mom grunted, "Oh, please, yes! Let's come together, son. Come with Mama!"

"Yes! Yes!" I answered. Mom's pussy started contracting as her orgasm hit.

My buddy slapped my ass and that did it. I shuddered and bucked against my mother as Mrs. Arden and her son gleefully watched the finale of our show. Mom and I orgasmed against each other, animal noises filling the room as we shared the ultimate, indescribable

pleasure.

Breathlessly, I clung to my mother for what seemed forever as I emptied my seed deep into her body. As the last spasm subsided, I slumped across her back, my face between her shoulder blades.

"Ohhh, my god," Mom whimpered, her pussy still contracting, milking out every last drop of semen from my body. "God, yes...yes, son. YES!"

"Fuck, yes!" Mrs. Arden said, never averting her eyes from us. Mike gazed at us from the floor, his face limp with wonderment.

Mrs. Arden gave us room as we rolled over on the bed in a sweaty heap. I crawled up between Mom's legs to rest my head between her glistening breasts.

"Mmmm..." I kissed her damp flesh, tasting the salt from her perspiration.

Wordlessly, Mom stroked my cheek, nuzzling the top of my head as our heavy breathing subsided. Her pussy was an absolute mess, with the copious ejaculate of two horny, young men oozing out of her well-fucked orifice. Before I had the chance to speak, she surprised me.

At first, I thought she was panting, but the pants turned out to be sobs. Taking several deep, sharp breaths, she melted against me.

"Mom, what's wrong?" I looked up at her, our faces only an inch apart. "Are you okay?"

"Oh, son," she wept, tears streaking down her cheeks.

"Did we hurt you?" I didn't know what else to say.

"Oh, my love, it was incredible." She looked down at me. "But your mother's such a perverted slut. Now you know how demented I am!"

Mike and his mother were silent.