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My mother's best friend, Vicky, caught her husband having an affair with his secretary. At least that is what Mom told me when I came home from school and got the news. After she spoke with my Mom about it, it was decided she would come to stay with us while she looked for a new place to live. Vicky, after speaking with my Mom, decided she had had enough of her husband being unfaithful.

I never imagined how much this event would change my life.

A couple of things immediately raced through my eighteen-year-old brain. First, where would she be sleeping since we live in a small two-bedroom apartment that shared a shared bathroom? Secondly, how would I hide my raging boners I knew I would get with her living here?

I've had the biggest crush on Vicky for as long as I can remember. She's about the same age as my Mom, Trish, and has a body to kill for. For the past two years, every time I took a sly peek at her luscious globes, my dick would throb. Of course, they were always under the short, low-cut shirts she would wear. Her long black hair and blues eyes caused my young mouth to water, and on several occasions, I wondered what it would be like to kiss her big, soft, pouty lips.

That evening after dinner, Vicky arrived, and Mom greeted her at the door.

"Chris, come help with the luggage," Mom yelled, and I immediately went towards the door. Vicky smiled as I approached, and my cock grew as I took in her sexy figure.

"Wow," Vicky exclaimed, looking me up and down, "What a nice-looking young man you've become. Let me take a look at you."

I stood in front of Vicky as she gave me a quick once over and a peck on the cheek.

"I can't believe how big you've gotten," I heard her say. But, as she said it, I noticed she was looking down at my crotch.

"Um... Thanks, Vicky. Where am I putting her stuff, Mom?"

"Well, in my room, of course," Mom replied. So I grabbed all her belongings and headed down the hall. As I walked away, I could hear Vicky still talking about me to Mom.

I put Vicky's things next to the foot of Mom's bed and had to wonder how they both were going to sleep. It was only a twin. That's when I had my first sexual vision that involved my mother. I imagined both of them embracing each other with their legs intertwined while they kissed.

"Chris! What are you doing in there?" Mom yelled, which caused me to take the shortcut to my bedroom, passing through the bathroom. I knew I had to keep away from them until my stiffness subsided.

"I'll be right out, Mom. I want to change," I said, not thinking it was still too early to put my pajamas on. However, I wasn't exactly thinking straight at the time.

Thankfully, Mom didn't question me about it, and we all settled in the living room while Mom and Vicky discussed her failed marriage. I turned the TV on and acted like I was involved in what was playing. But, in reality, I was more interested in checking Vicky out as she sat next to Mom on our small sofa. She had her legs crossed, and my eyes would glance over every time she switched positions. Her short skirt ended just above her knees, and I had hopes of seeing higher.

Mom and Vicky talked for a couple more hours, then rose, heading to their shared room for the night. I remained by myself on the sofa.

Over the next few days, that became our nightly routine.

In the mornings, Mom and Vicky would use the bathroom before me. They would then leave for work as I finished dressing and headed out to my classes. In the evenings, Mom would either order some take-out or cook supper. I would then do the dishes while they watched television and chatted about their days. Lastly, we would all sit on the small sofa and enjoy the tube before retiring in the evening.

That routine went on until the night I had lots of homework and had spread my papers out on the coffee table. I knew I would be staying up late to finish it all, and I think Mom did too. So when Mom finally got up to go to bed, Vicky said, "Do you mind if I keep you company for a while?"

Mind? Are you kidding me? I thought and replied, "Um... no, not at all."

For the first time, Mom went into her room on her own, leaving her sexy friend alone with me. Vicky sat on the sofa as I spent the next two hours finishing my work. When I finished, I sighed and announced I was done.

"Are you going to sleep now or watching some TV?" Vicky asked.

"I think I'll watch some TV. My mind is still racing from the homework."

With Vicky on one end of the sofa and me on the other, we watched a movie.

However, as the night progressed, the room became a bit chillier, and it wasn't long before Vicky reached for the quilt we kept under the end table for just such occasions.

"You want to share the blanket?" She asked.

"Yea, that sounds great," I said.

Vicky eased herself closer as she draped our bodies with the blanket. I was startled when she then leaned in and rested her head on my shoulder while she curled her legs up on the couch.

"OH! This is much better," she said cheerfully as the warmth and sexual awareness of her presence took hold of my body.

My heart began to thump loudly in my chest as I tried to think how I could get this to go further. Finally, after a couple of minutes, I nudged her as her head rested on my arm. In return, she lifted her head, giving me just enough time to make my play.

"Here, I think this will be more comfortable," I said as I put my arm over her shoulder, leaving my chest for her to rest her head onto. To my overwhelming joy, that is exactly what she did.

Content I enjoyed the heavenly experience as I inhaled her perfumed hair, which awakened all my senses. But also became fully aware of the pressure of her left breast, which was pressing tight against my side, and felt my cock immediately starting to respond by slowly rising.

Several minutes passed as I enjoyed my newfound sexual bliss before becoming very accustomed to our embrace and then heard Vickie's breathing become heavy and slow.

Figuring she must have dozed off since the movie had just ended and the late-night news was about to start, I knew it wouldn't be long before she would wake up and leave to go to Mom's room. So I decided to push my luck.

With the hand that I had draped over her arm, I began to lightly stroke her skin, which caused barely audible moans to escape from her now parted lips. But then I heard footsteps from behind and knew Mom had come out of her room.

"Wow! Don't you two look cozy," Mom said, looking down on us.

Vicky stirred as she awoke and cooed, "Yes. This is very nice. I almost don't want to leave."

"Is there room for one more?" Mom said.

"I think we can make room," Vicky answered and pulled her legs in tight while scrunching herself even closer to me. Mom sat down on the other end of the sofa, and I felt the presence of Vicky's hand resting on my upper thigh. It was only inches from my stiff member, and without thinking, I squeezed her arm and was surprised when her hand did the same to my thigh.

With Vicky's hand only inches from my tool, it made me want to thrust my hips up, and I did my best to control my building urges. But as we watched the tube, I felt her fingers sliding slowly on my thigh. Gently, they crept closer to my cock until I felt them brush across my shaft. It sent a rush of sensual pleasure through my body, and I held my breath as her fingertips traced up and down the length of my shaft. Closing my eyes, I knew I would explode soon if she kept this up.

In my sexual state, I vaguely heard Mom blurt something about the news, and Vicky turned to answer. But as she did had also very slyly cupped my ball sack with her hand.

Surprised by Vicky's sexual aggressiveness, I glanced over at Mom to see if she was aware that her best friend would be making her son cum any second from toying with his nuts. But it appeared she was too engrossed in the news to notice what was taking place so close to her.

The sexual stimulation that Vicky was doing to me was too intense for my poor body to control anymore, and I couldn't hold back the hot sperm that raced to the tip of my pole. Quickly my hand clutched Vicky's arm as my ass lifted off the couch uncontrollably when my dick released a small portion of sperm. This only made Vicky tug on my balls harder, putting me over the top. My teeth ground tightly together as my eyes snapped shut when I exploded inside my underwear.

My cock kept pumping jets of sperm as she pulled and tugged on my balls, and I felt like I would pass out any second from the pleasure that was consuming my body. I don't know how Mom didn't hear any of my grunts I so desperately tried to conceal under my breath.

It was then I realized I had a problem. There was no way I could hide my sticky, soaked pants from Mom when I got up. But luck was on my side, and I gave a sigh of relief when Mom got up, announcing she was going to bed.

"Yes, I'm feeling sleepy myself," Vicky said as Mom got up from the couch.

As we watched Mom make her way back to her bedroom, Vicky turned, looked at me, and smiled before saying, "Now that she's gone, let's see what kind of a mess you made," and slipped her fingers inside my pants, causing my body to shiver once more in sexual delight from her touch.

Then, wrapping her hand around my cock, she gave it a couple of long tight strokes, and all I could do was enjoy the lustful state she was putting me back into.

My god, her hand felt so good stroking on my tool, but suddenly she stopped and pulled her hand out. Then with a devious smile, she blew my mind when she licked her fingers and said, "Mmm... I just love the taste of a young man's cum."

I was speechless and couldn't move. All I could do was watch as Vicky removed herself from the couch and strutted down the hall to Mom's bedroom without looking back.

The next morning my head was still spinning from the night before, and my dick went rock hard as I thought back how Vicky had made me cum while Mom sat right next to us and had to wonder how far this was going to go.

Would I get to see those wonderful globes she had? Would she let me fuck her? My hand went to my cock, and I stroked it as I envisioned myself pounding her succulent pussy while she told me to fuck her harder.

Just then, I heard Vicky in the bathroom, yelling to my mother she was going to take a shower. Quickly I sat up on my bed and listened as I heard the sound of the shower turning on. Ever so quietly, I tiptoed to the door and tuned in on the sounds coming from the bathroom and could tell she was already in the shower.

Now is my chance, I thought.

My hand began to shake as I grabbed the door handle. Slowly, I turned the knob and cracked open the door just enough for me to spy inside.

I peeked into the steam-filled room, and my eyes caught a movement in the mirror that hung over the sink. My mouth dropped when I found Vicky's fabulous bare body visible in the reflection.

Sexually stimulated, I continued to watch as Vicky ran her soapy hands across her naked wet flesh and couldn't help but pull my underwear down before stroking my super stiff cock as she lathered up her marvelous breasts with both her hands.

Then the unthinkable happened. In my sex-driven trance, I didn't realize that I had opened the door a little too far. To my horror, Vicky's eyes were looking back at me.

However, instead of saying anything or covering up her exposed flesh, she slowly slithered a hand down her body and began to wash her most sacred spot while her other hand playfully moved across her right bosom.

I think my heart skipped a beat when she pressed her back against the shower wall and began to masturbate, never taking her eyes off me. This was too much for my young soul to take, and I opened the door even more so Vicky could see me jerking off while I watched her in self-pleasure.

As we watched each other masturbate, my strokes began to match the rhythm her hand made while she dabbled with her pussy. Regrettably, I knew it wouldn't be much longer before we both brought ourselves to our voyeurs' orgasms since I could see Vicky's hand pressing harder on her mound while low audible moans echoed in the bathroom.

Faster and quicker our hands went until her hips and mine began to buck and thrust. Grunting loudly, I felt my legs weaken as my cum got ready to explode.

But as I tried to hold back from climaxing, I heard Vicky, in a low moan, say the words, "I'm coming!" and that pushed me over the edge. My cum spurted out in gushes and plastered the door, wall, and bathroom floor while watching Vicky's body trembling and writhing from her own orgasm as it unfolded.

To say the least, it was the most exciting thing I'd ever seen or done. Finally, as we both came down from our orgasmic highs, I saw Vicky smile before putting her finger to her lips and say, "shhh."

 All I could do was silently nod before softly closing the door and falling onto my bed.

Oh my god! I thought to myself.

It became clear that fucking my Goddess just might be within my reach. For the rest of the day, I was on a super sexual high and couldn't wait to see what might happen when I made it back home.

Maybe Mom will have to work late? I pondered.

My dick thickened as I imagined having time alone with Vicky. All the things I would love to do to her; run my nose from one tit to the other, play with her clit until she begged me to fuck her, lick her pussy and feel her juices flow across my face.

"Click... click... click..." I heard, snapping me back to reality.

"How was your day, honey?"

"Fine, Mom. I had a great day," I said with a big smile.

Mom plopped down on the sofa and replied, "What was so good about it?"

Caught off guard, I couldn't very well tell her it was from my morning sexual encounter with her best friend. Nevertheless, I was at a loss for words and tried to think of a reason quickly.

My only response was, "I... I don't know. It just started off being a great day."

A puzzled look filled my Mom's face, but thankfully, just then, Mom's attention was drawn to the front door.

"Oh my god! Vicky! You wore that outfit to work?" I heard Mom exclaim.

Of course, when Vicky popped into the room, I saw what Mom had reacted to since Vicky had on the shortest red mini skirt I had ever seen. She also wore a white ruffled button top that had short sleeves. It wasn't hard to miss that the top three buttons were undone, leaving a nice clear view of her incredible sexy cleavage.

"Wow!" I said aloud.

"See? Your son likes it," Vicky chuckled and winked.

"Well... well... I don't think that's something proper to wear to work. I mean... Vicky... it makes you look like a slut," Mom shouted.

"Take it easy, Trish. God! What are you, my mother? Besides, I think I deserve a little attention now and then."

"Well... I... I... just don't think it's right," Mom replied.

"You know, Trish, it wouldn't hurt if you didn't dress so conservatively and let your hair down once in a while. I mean, you do have a nice body yourself. I don't understand why you think you have to cover up what God gave you."

Vicky had a point. Mom always had her hair up in a bun and dressed like a librarian. Every day, she wore a long flat colored dark skirt to work.

"Don't you think your mom has a hot body, Chris?"

"Huh...? What?" It was hard enough for me to keep my dick from springing to life seeing Vicky dressed as she did. Now she wanted me to check out my own mother. I don't know why, but as I admired Mom from head to toe, my dick twitched, and as I ogled over her body more carefully, it grew in size even more.

I wasn't the only one to notice my growing appendage. Vicky also did and shockingly said, "See, he's getting a boner."

"Vicky!" I heard Mom say as she also gazed at my now full erection. I was flabbergasted and, in my embarrassment, scurried to my room.

"Wait! Don't go!" I heard Vicky yell as I closed my bedroom door to hide my shame.

I crashed on my bed and covered my head with my pillow while both women kept talking in the other room. I was so confused now. I couldn't understand why my dick sprung to life looking at Mom.

It had to be from Vicky's attire, I thought.

But as I pondered on the subject, I must have dozed off because when I finally lifted my head, the room was filled with darkness. Turning my head, I checked the clock, and it said 10 o'clock, and the house was also quiet, so I figured it was safe for me to escape from my safe haven. Getting out of bed, I headed towards the kitchen since I needed to quiet the growling sounds my stomach was now making after missing supper.

Quickly, I made a sandwich before sitting myself down on the sofa to watch some television while I ate. But just before I took my first bite I heard footsteps coming down the hallway. It was Vicky, and just like the previous night, she plopped down on the couch before reaching for the quilt.

"Care to cuddle?" she said with a pouting look.

I didn't say a word, just kept watching the television and finishing my sandwich.

"Aw! Are you still upset about what happened earlier?"

Again, I didn't respond and just set my empty plate down on the coffee table.

"Well, I'm sorry if I embarrassed you. But you do know it's only natural for a young man like yourself to get hard like that."

That comment irked me, and I blurted out, "But... it happened when I looked at Mom."

"And what's wrong with that? That just proves my point that she is an attractive woman. That her body can make a man stiff."

"But it shouldn't have happened to me. I'm her son!"

Vicky nudged herself closer and said, "It's okay, honey. I understand even if you don't."

"What do you mean by that?"

Vicky looked cautiously down the hallway leading to the bedrooms before resting her right hand very close to my manhood. She then turned and moved her face next to mine just before she grasped my cock through my pj's and whispered, "That you want to fuck your mommy."

"Holy fuck!" I gasped as my dick twitched in her hand while the pleasure of her touch overwhelmed me. Almost against my will, Mom's face and body flashed through my mind. My dick was growing harder and harder as Vicky's touch released these sinful thoughts.

"Wha... wha... what!" I said as images of Mom danced in my brain.

"Shhh... It's okay, sweetie. All boys want their mommies," Vicky said while I felt her fingers fumbling around the opening of my pj's, freeing and exposing my steel pole. Vicky then stroked her fingers up and down my cock, whispering all kinds of nasty things to me - things that had never come to my mind before. But now, those pictures were becoming quite clear and vivid.

"You can imagine it now, can't you," Vicky kept on, "your mother's sweet nipples being suckled by her little boy?"

"Oh my god," I groaned as my body went into sexual overdrive. Vicky was making me yearn for my mother, and I was letting her. Wicked images of my mother doing unthinkable things with me were getting me hotter and hotter, and my sinful urge to cum to those images was building fast as Vicky stroked my cock with outstanding talent.

"Just think what it would feel like to slide this big hard cock you have deep inside your mommy's warm wet pussy."

My mind pictured Mom lying on her back with her legs spread wide; I was lining my cock up to penetrate her for the first time and could hear her say, "Take me," just as the tip of my dick touched her pussy lips.

"No!" I yelled and quickly stood up. "This is wrong," I announced and quickly dashed to my room.

As I lay there in the dark, I tried to shake the images of Mom lying underneath me. But I kept hearing her say, "Take me, honey. Fuck me," over and over in my mind. My dick had never felt so hard as these sinful images played out in my mind.

Just when I thought I would lose my mind, I heard the door that leads to the bathroom softly creak open. I could just barely make out a female form, slowly creeping toward my bed in the dim light.  I was just about to speak when the woman finally reached me, but she rapidly pressed a finger to my lips and whispered, "Shhh, we don't want to wake your mom, do we?"

Vicky sat on the bed next to me, and before I could even protest her intrusion, she skillfully had my cock in her hand once again. It was useless for me to try and fight her off since my dick and mind were more than willing to accept the sexual encounter.

Vicky leaned in and playfully nibbled at my ear and whispered, "I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you," and lightly pressed her lips to mine.

I was in heaven and was no longer thinking of Mom but now how wonderful Vicky's soft lips felt. Actually softer than I thought lips could be, and as our kisses went from soft little pecks to hard and passionate tongue exploring, my lust for her grew by the second.

Our breathing became heavy as the heat from our bodies melded together, adding to the sexual stimulation.  Then Vicky began to moan softly into my mouth while she ever so skillfully started to work on my manhood. I took that as a sign and gingerly moved my hands to her glorious breasts. I was in awe of how great they felt to the touch. So nice and firm, and I felt her moan in my mouth when her nipples got hard when I flickered my fingers lightly over them.

I had to break our kissing to say, "Oh my God!" As both my hands grasped her bosom, while her body now pressed into me.

Only my fondling didn't last much longer because Vicky slowly slithered down my body pecking my skin along the way as she went.

With deep inhales, I kept still and watched as the girl of my dreams stopped briefly right above her rigid cock and groaned loudly when she lowered her head and engulfed my cock in her mouth for the first time.

"Vicky! Oh... Vicky!" I said as my blood rushed to my head. No way was I going to last much longer, and I couldn't even begin to describe what her mouth and tongue were doing to me.

But while she sucked my dick so skillfully, I noticed her squirming around removing her pants, leaving only her white panties on. Again, I took that as a sign and moved my hand in hopes of sliding a finger under her remaining garment. But I was stopped when my finger just broke past the elastic hem.

Halting her assault on my cock, Vicky held it tightly in her hand while she repositioned herself by swinging her leg upward and straddling it over my hips. Still grasping my cock, she lowered her body down until my shaft was brushing against the gusset of her panties exactly where her pussy was.

"Mmm. Ohhh..." She moaned, pushing my cock tighter against her mound while she rubbed her body on it slowly to and fro.

"Yes! Oh yes! That's it. Keep doing that!" Vicky said, coaxing me to thrust and match her move as she quickened her pace.

Fuck, my cock was begging to enter her sweet snatch every time I felt the tip push deep into the crevice of her soft, panty-covered slit. Finally, Vicky's torturous teasing brought me quickly to the point of no return. She knew this also because she grasped both my hands while rocking her body even faster, forcing my shaft hard against her covered wetness until my ass lifted high off the bed.

"Oh, Vicky..." I moaned, feeling my entire shaft rake completely over her covered folds.

"That's it, Chris. Come with me. Let yourself go, baby. I want to feel you come with me."

I heaved upward, pushing more of my cock into her slit. God, I wanted to feel her warm pussy wrap around my cock now but could only grunt loudly when my dick started to release.

"Oh, oh oh!" I heard her hiss just as I exploded fully while feeling her own body quivering above me as my cum spurted between us and over my chest.

Panting loudly, Vicky leaned over once again, and we passionately kissed for a few moments until our breathing settled to a slow pace.

Then very tenderly, Vicky leaned into my ear and whispered, "Good night."

Sexually satisfied, I just watched as she rose from me and admired how her sexy silhouette sashayed back through the door.

I awoke the following day with the sound of water running. With my eyes blurred, I lifted my head and tried to focus on the door into the bathroom and noticed Vicky must have teasingly left the door ajar by a tiny sliver. Reminiscing over our morning fun the day before, I rose out of bed and went over to peek inside and gasped when I saw Mom's naked figured stepping into the shower instead of Vicky.

Only that wasn't my only surprise because before I could step away, I felt a hand cover my mouth.

"Shhh. She'll hear you," I heard Vicky whisper.

She must have come through the hall door without me hearing her, I thought.

"Doesn't she look scrumptious?" Vicky softly asked, holding me in place until Mom's body was in clear view of the mirror.

Stunned, all I could do was watch as this strange unthinkable feeling consumed me from seeing my mother's naked body being sprayed by the flow from the showerhead. Yes, I was in shock, yet, sinfully, I found I couldn't turn away either as she began to lather her milky white breasts with her soapy hands.

With Vicky's hand still forced across my mouth, I felt her other hand touch my semi-erection I now had from viewing my Mom's naked body while she slowly soaped up her perky tits, sending a shiver up my spine.

Vicky palmed her hand over my meat, and in no time at all, my dick, whether I wanted it to or not, had become fully erect.

I have to stop this, I desperately thought, trying to end the sinful ideas that were popping into my young brain after realizing I was witnessing my mother's sultry body in a new light.

But alas, this unthinkable thing I was doing was turning me on, and Vicky wrapped her hand around my cock and whispered, "Look at her, Chris. Tell me you don't wish that was your hands rubbing her nipples like that."

Vicky's hand then slowly stroked up and down my shaft as Mom washed down to her smooth tummy. The soapy water trickled down and converged around her dark bushy mound, causing my blood to boil. I felt my heart race as dark, unthinkable thoughts entered my mind and engulfed my soul. I could no longer control the strong sexual drive that had awakened in me and found myself hopelessly lusting over the woman who once gave birth to me.

Vicky's hand jerked my cock faster as she whispered, "You want to fuck her now, don't you? You want to fuck your mommy. Tell me. Tell me, Chris."

All I could do was nod yes.

I lost it when Mom's hand finally reached her mound and went back and forth across it. Even though she wasn't masturbating, it was too much for me, and Vicky clutched my shaft firmly when my hips jerked.

Groaning into Vicky's hand while she tugged on my dick, my sperm started to splatter all over the place. My legs went weak as my muffled grunts behind Vicky's hand were kind of loud, and then I noticed Mom looking out of the shower before saying, "Chris?"

Quickly, I closed the door and hoped Mom hadn't caught us. Again, I heard my name called, this time a little louder. Vicky removed her hand from my mouth, and I turned my head away from the door before saying, "Yeah, Mom."

"Just making sure you're awake. I wouldn't want you to oversleep."

"No. I'm awake," I said as Vicky giggled quietly next to me, giving my spent pecker another quick tug before letting it go.

Mom turned the water off just as Vicky tiptoed down the hall, leaving me standing there stunned once again with my dick dripping on the floor.

The rest of the day, my head was in a daze. I kept picturing Mom rubbing her pussy in the mirror, but my brain added more details. Before long, it wasn't Mom washing herself. She was jabbing three fingers deep inside her cunt and moaning loudly. I almost came when I pictured her having an orgasm.

You're a sick fuck, I thought.

But am I? Or was what Vicky said true. Did boys really want their moms?

Mom shook me out of my thoughts later when she walked into the house and asked if I wanted to go out with her and Vicky.

"Out?" I said.

"Yes. She's been pestering me to go clubbing with her, and I would feel better if you came along. I think if we go once with her, she'll let me be."

"Oh? Well, I agree with Vicky. I think a night out would be good for you, Mom, and I wouldn't mind keeping you company."

Just then, Vicky came home. "What are you doing standing around? Hurry up and change before we miss happy hour," she said.

"Change? I think I look fine."

"Oh no. We're dressing you up tonight," Vicky said and pulled Mom towards the bedroom. But, before Mom was in the room, I heard her announce that I was coming along.

"That's fine with me," Vicky said just before the bedroom door closed.

It didn't take me long to dress, and I sat on the sofa waiting for the girls to finish dressing. When they emerged about twenty minutes later, I swear my mouth dropped. Mom had on the same little red skirt Vicky had worn the other day, but she also had on a tight, white tee shirt under a black fishnet top and I felt a lump in my throat when I noticed her nipples were hard pressing the shirt fabric through the netting.

How did Vicky get her to wear that? I ponder as I then admired Vicky's outfit.

Vicky wore a matching black short skirt with black stockings and a white long-sleeved lace blouse. Her nipples were visible through her bra underneath it.

Honestly, they both looked so fucking hot I couldn't help but admired them both as they walked towards me in their black high heels. I almost didn't hear Mom when she asked, "Well, how do we look?"

"Oh my god, Mom. You look incredible."

"See?" Vicky said. "I told you he would like it. Now let's go have some fun."

We took my car since I would be the designated driver for the night, and I held the door open as the girls got in. Vicky was first and slid into the backseat while Mom took the front seat.

I watched as Mom climbed in, noticing how high the skirt rose up her thighs as she sat down, causing me to wished I could see her panties that I knew had to be only an inch away from view.

We made some small talk, and Vicky was truly excited as she explained how it had been years since she had gone out like this.

Once at the club, we found a booth by the dance floor, and Vicky wasted no time ordering Mom and herself a mixed drink while I settled for a tall glass of soda.

While the girls sipped their drinks and chatted about their day, I gave the place a once over, checking out the people on the dance floor. The bar itself was well laid out, with the house lights dimmed to see the dance lights, and thankfully the music wasn't so loud you couldn't hear yourself think.

I was getting into the vibe when Vicky said, "Enough sitting. Let's dance," pulling Mom out of the booth and onto the dance floor.

Taking a sip of my soda while they danced, I became fixated on how their sexy bodies would shake and bounce to the beat of the music, and after a couple of hours of dancing and drinking, I noticed how they both appeared to be tipsy from the alcohol.

Over the music, I said in a loud tone, "Listen, I think we should head home."

But Vicky disagreed and replied, "Hey, it's still early." Then, she grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet and onto the dance floor.

Vicky definitely knew how to move her body, and I did my best to keep up. Honestly, it felt great to be doing this with both of them, and I looked over at the booth and saw Mom watching us with a big smile while she sipped her drink and cheered us on.

Over time I was actually getting better at dancing with Vicky until she spun around in a half-circle and ground her ass into my crotch. I don't know why, but my hands dropped to her hips and kept them there as she moved her ass side to side and up and down on my member.

My god, her ass felt so great rubbing against my growing member, and I felt my heart sink when Mom yelled out it was her turn to dance.

Reluctantly I let go of Vicky's hips before I moved to go sit down. Only Vicky quickly grabbed my arm and said, "I think it's you; she wants to dance with big boy."

She was right. Mom was already dancing in front of me when Vicky walked back to the booth. So now it was my hot Mom dancing with me while Vicky cheered us on and watched.

Mom also knew how to move, and after Vicky's grinding, I very well knew my dick was still stiff and caught Mom several times looking down at it as we danced, which, of course, only kept it rigid.

Mom must have been even tipsier than I thought because she then leaned in while dancing and said, "I think it was hot how you and Vicky were dancing."

"Oh really?" I answered.

"Yeah, I do. I always wanted to try that."

"Oh... then, well, what's stopping you?" I boldly asked.

Mom stopped dancing and paused for a second before giving me a love tap on the arm and giggled, "Stop being so fresh. I couldn't do that with you."

"Why not? I bet you'd be good at it."

"Because silly, you're my son," Mom said and went back to dancing.

I became brazen then and moved closer to Mom. We were only inches apart when I pulled her by the waist closer to me and pushed my right leg between her thighs, swaying our bodies in sync with the music.

Mom was startled at first but put her arms on my shoulders while she pushed herself into my leg. The low skirt she wore acted as a safeguard, and it was impossible for me to grind my thigh into her snatch.  But then Mom turned around as Vicky had done and whiffed her ass lightly over my stiff wood.

The sinful feeling of having my mother graze her firm rear over my groin sent a shiver up my spine, and I pulled her tight into my hardness while pushing my cock fully against her ass.

Mom paused for a second before she started to slowly move her ass up and down my groin while I held myself tight to her.  Mom's tempo slowly built over time, and like Vicky was now willingly grinding her ass hard and fast against my meat.

In my crazy state of mind, my hands began to wander up her sides until they were nestled under her breasts. That's when Mom lifted her arms over her head, pushing her back into my chest while grinding her ass slowly up and down on my pole. I couldn't help myself. My hands went on autopilot and grasped Mom's luscious globes.

"Oh..." I heard as I leaned in and kissed the nape of her neck.

Still, with her arms high, Mom reached over her head and pulled me tight to her neck while I massaged her beautiful breasts. My fingers toyed with and touched her nipples, making them harder and causing them to poke through the netting. Mom moaned as I played with her tits while my cock was begging to be set free. I wanted to fuck her right then and there, not caring that we were on the dance floor with people watching.

In my lustful state, my right hand slithered off her breast and down to her stomach. Then, still kissing her neck and grinding my hips into her ass, I worked a finger under the waistband of her tight skirt.

Obviously, Mom was as hot as I was because one of her hands rested on top of the hand I was working to get inside her skirt while her other reached back and palmed my rock-hard cock. Now I was moaning in her ear while Mom grasped my cock through my pants just as I got all the fingers of my hand inside her skirt.

This is it, I thought and wriggled my fingers under her panties, pushing my hand even deeper inside her skirt. My fingers were just above Mom's slit when she suddenly stopped.

In a panicked voice, she said, "Wait! We have to stop!"

I pulled my hand out of her skirt while she let go of my cock and said, "But why Mom?"

"Because. It's wrong," she announced, rushing off the dance floor.

Vicky was smiling when Mom met her at the booth, and both girls were chatting up a storm.

By the time I made it back, Mom spoke and said, "I think it's time to go."

"Are you sure?" Vicky said with a puzzled look. "It sure looked to me like you were having a lot of fun out there."

"Well... Well... " Mom stammered, "that's enough fun for one night."

"Okay, Mom," I said, figuring that would calm her down.

I could hear the distress in her voice, so I finished my soda, and we left the club.

The short walk to the vehicle was tranquil. Then when I held the door open for Mom, I was expecting Vicky to get in the back, as before. But Mom dashed into the back seat instead, and I knew then she was still very upset. Vicky just looked at me and gave me a shrugging "I don't know gesture" with her hands.

The drive home was just as silent as the walk to the car. Looking in the rearview mirror, I could see Mom had her head resting upon the window with her eyes closed. I wasn't sure if she was sleeping or just going over what took place in her head. However, the silence was broken when Vicky began to talk.

"I think your mom is upset with what happened, Chris."

"Yeah, I got that."

"I tried to explain to her that it was okay, Chris, but you know how prudish your mother is about things."

I saw Mom then lift her head and lash back at Vicky.

"I'm not a prude. What we were doing was wrong."

"I still don't see the big deal, Trish. I mean, let's face it. Your son does have a huge cock. I mean, let's be honest, Trish, wouldn't you want to see what it looks like?"

"Jesus, Vicky! He's my son!"

"Well, I know I want to see it," Vicky said and reached over and undid my pants.

Then Vicky looked into the backseat and hissed, "You can turn your head if you don't want to watch."

I didn't know what to do. I was still so horny from before and just let Vicky free my manhood to the night air.

"There... Wow... It's bigger than I thought," Vicky teased knowing full well she had more than seen it before as she began to stroke her hand up down my shaft long and hard.

Within seconds, I was at maximum girth and looked in the rearview mirror to see Mom watching Vicky jerk me off and could help but get turned on even more.

"Oh!" I moaned and found it hard to drive. So I turned down a dark gravel road and pulled the car over to the side.

"What do you think, Trish? Isn't it big?" Vicky said as she pointed my cock towards the back seat.

Mom didn't say a word, just continued to watch as Vicky slowly stroked up and down my cock.

"Wouldn't you want your mom to do this, Chris?"

I kept my eyes on Mom in the mirror and slowly nodded, letting my unthinkable feelings I had for my mother overtake me once more.

"What do you think, Trish? You want to touch it?"

Mom had a blank stare on her face while she kept watching Vicky stroke me. However, I think my heart stopped for a second when I saw her slowly nod yes. Vicky let go of my wood and opened the car door.

"Trade places, Trish," she said and pulled Mom out the door, helping her into the front seat.

But instead of getting into the back, Vicky also squeezed into the front and closed the door. As a result, Mom was almost on top of me, and Vicky didn't give her a chance to change her mind.

Quickly, she said, "What are you waiting for?" and took hold of Mom's hand, guiding it to my stiff member.

Mom let out a soft, "oh," when her fingers touched my steel pole while Vicky enclosed her hand around Mom's and worked it over and around my shaft.

"Oh fuck..." I groaned as I leaned my head back and just watched this sinful incestuous act unfold.

Vicky looked at me and smiled while she helped Mom stroke up and down until she was doing it independently.

"Oh. Oh yeah, Mom. Oh, god..." I moaned and closed my eyes when she gripped my cock tighter and went faster on me.

With my eyes closed, I enjoyed how Mom's hand went up and down faster and quicker, working her magic on my dick until I was sinfully lost in the desire to have her.

"Oh fuck, Vicky..." Mom whimpered, and I opened my eyes in time to see Vicky was now sucking on Mom's neck while her right hand was tucked under her top and was playing with her breasts. But that wasn't all Vicky was doing with my mother because I also noticed her left hand was deep under  Mom's skirt and was toying with her pussy.

"Oh my God," I groaned while my ass lifted from the seat and met Mom's downstroke.

I was so very close to exploding but held out when Vicky removed her hand from Mom's top before taking hold of my mother's hair and easing her head forward.

"Taste your son," Vicky whispered.

Mom was hesitant and said, "I... I can't."

However, Vicky firmly moved Mom's head closer and hissed, "Do it."

Mom opened her lips and sucked my cock into her mouth like a popsicle causing me to thrust up, sending my entire shaft into her mouth.

My god, I felt such a rush of sinful please when I heard and felt Mom gag as her nose touched my belly while Vicky croaked, "That's a good girl. Take all of your son's cock down your throat."

Mom held still as I relished in feeling her velvety throat around the head of my cock for the first time. But Mom slowly eased some of it out before taking it all the way back down.

Over and over, she did this, gradually building up her pace until she was humming on my dick while bobbing head feverishly up and down as Vicky worked faster on her pussy and said, "That's it, honey. Make your son come. Just like I'm going to make you come."

Mom was now moaning and thrashing around as her head went faster on my meat. Finally, I couldn't take anymore seeing and feeling my mother excited as she skillfully sucked on my cock had pushed me right to the edge and when I heard Vicky very seductively hiss, "Come together."

That was it for me, and I exploded, grunting, "Oh fuck, Mom!"

Mom's body quivered next to me as she took me deep in her mouth, catching all my juices, even as Vicky made her cum on her fingers.

Mom pulled away then and sat up, panting loudly.

Vicky slowly removed her hand, and I watched as she licked her fingers and said. "See? I think both of you needed that."

"That was so wrong, Vicky."

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