Heaven Next Door Pt. 03: Taboo

"It was so fun to watch Gloria and Dianne drool when you took off your shirt today," she murmured.

"I'm glad it was fun for you," I grumped. "That was my mom and her married friend drooling." I shook my head. "I still can't believe I did that."

"Oh, relax," she chided me gently. "You know Gloria's husband has had diabetes and high blood pressure for six years, right?"

"Um, I knew he had diabetes," I replied. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"His medications give him erectile dysfunction," she said sadly, shaking her head on my shoulder. "And he can't even take Viagra or anything, because of his high blood pressure. She hadn't had a nice, hard dick inside her for at least five years."

"Oh," I replied. It was still tough for me to accept, though. "Why was it such a turn-on for you, though?" I asked. "Doesn't it bother you that I would let something like that happen? I mean, what if she feels guilty about it and says something to her husband?"

"Oh, relax," she murmured. "Nothing like that is going to happen. The three of us have been friends for a really long time. We joked the last couple of years that we should get some magnificent young stud to take care of all three of us. Well, it started as a joke. Gloria loves her husband dearly and would never want to hurt him or leave him. I'm sure she would love to have you again, if you're interested."

I nodded, and it was a little reassuring to hear that—wait a fucking minute! "All three of you?!?" I blurted.

"Mmm-hmm," she purred, reaching down to stroke my hard shaft.

"My mom is thinking about cheating on my dad?" I was stunned. Nothing had ever given me the impression that their marriage was in trouble.

"No, Greg, you're missing the point," Catherine insisted. "You know the crazy hours your dad works. He is really good at his job, but lately that has been his entire focus. Your mother has noticed you growing into a real man this past year. After your parents visited you at the college, she couldn't contain how excited it made her when she realized what a stud you had become. That was her word, 'stud.' Gloria and I couldn't miss it when she would talk about you." She leaned up and growled into my ear, "Your mother wants you to fuck her, Greg."

"That's so messed up," I moaned.

"Mmm, but you're completely hard just thinking about it, aren't you?"

I just moaned helplessly. There was no denying how hard my dick was as it throbbed in her hand. Catherine kissed her way from my shoulder down to my nipple as she stroked me slowly.

"To be perfectly honest, I was disappointed when you pulled up your swim trunks after you let me ride you in the pool," she murmured. "As incredible as it felt to have you inside me, I wanted to watch your mother take my place."

"Oh God," I groaned. I couldn't help but picture that moment from late in the afternoon, of my mother swimming toward me as Catherine slid off of my dick. I shook my head and tried not to think about what would have happened next if I hadn't yanked my swimsuit back up when I did. "I really wish you hadn't told me that," I whispered.

She sighed as she rolled on top of me and reached back to feed my dick into her molten pussy. "I'm sorry, Greg," she murmured. "It just turns me on way too much to think about you and your mom together."

She started riding me hard, then, and it was clear just how turned on she was. It really bothered me, though. At that point I really didn't want to think about my mother that way. It was bad enough that I had already been staring at her huge tits and fat, suckable nipples—particularly in that obscene little bikini top. I didn't want to think about actually fucking her. It was equally bothersome that Catherine got so aroused by the idea.

After she came hard and collapsed forward onto my chest, I felt like I had to ask.

"Why does it turn you on so much?" I asked softly. Her pussy squeezed down on my dick and she shuddered in my arms. "Doesn't it bother you...?" I blew out an annoyed breath but forged on. "You said Melissa and I were perfect for each other. Do you really want your daughter to wind up with a guy who fucks his own mother and has affairs?"

She sighed into my chest and made slow circles on my left shoulder with her index finger. "Kind of," she finally admitted.

She was quiet for a long while, but I knew there was more to come. I started softly scratching her back and waited.

"I want you and Melissa to wind up together, Greg, I really do," she finally whispered. "But...I know it makes me a bad mother, but I want you to keep fucking me once you and my daughter are together. At the same time, I was worried that we would fall in love, and that we wouldn't be able to hide our feelings when Melissa gets home. That would be worse, you know?"

"I know," I sighed.

"I guess it's crazy, but I thought if I could share you with my two best friends, and you could keep that to yourself, maybe you could keep taking care of me. I don't want to lose you, but I don't want to fuck this up for Melissa, either." She sighed softly, and then chuckled a couple seconds later. "I guess I thought that 'keeping it in the family' didn't make it cheating," she concluded.

I thought about it for a bit before I shook my head. "That's pretty messed up," I murmured into her hair.

"I know," she sighed.

I wrapped my arms around her a little tighter so I could roll us over on the bed. Catherine moaned and spread her legs as I started fucking her. "The worst part is, I think everything's going to work out exactly the way you said," I said, shaking my head as I drove my dick in and out of her. "If Melissa is really interested in me, I won't be able to say 'no' to her. I've been in love with her my whole life. If we wind up together, there's no way I can stop enjoying this," I punctuated that with a solid thrust into her, making her moan.

"God help me," I continued, "even though it makes me feel guilty for even thinking it, I just know I'm going to wind up fucking my mom."

"Oh, fuck," she gasped, and then she was coming.

I loved the way her wet pussy squeezed me when she came. All too soon it triggered my own intense orgasm. Unbidden, I pictured my busty mother lying in bed beneath me as I came in her tightly-gripping sheath. I tried to get that image out of my head, but if I'm honest about it I know it made me come even harder. As my dick bucked and pulsed inside her, I leaned down to bury my face in her neck.

"Are you thinking about your sweet Mommy right now?" she growled in my ear.

"Oh fuck!" I gasped into her neck. We both shuddered when my dick lurched inside her and shot out another thick wad of sperm.

It took me a long time to fall back asleep after that. I lay awake, wondering how things would have gone differently if I hadn't snuck into the wrong bedroom three nights earlier. Now I had to wonder if Melissa could possibly live up to her mother in the bedroom. And I couldn't stop thinking about my mother.

* * *

In the morning, I was awakened to the vision of Catherine above me. Her eyes were clenched shut and her mouth was open wide as she shuddered and came all over my hard dick. It surprised me that I hadn't awakened earlier. Clearly she had ridden me for a while before she reached that point.

I sat up and greedily sucked her hard right nipple as her pussy trembled and squeezed down on my shaft. She stopped me after just a minute.

"Sorry!" she gasped. "I really have to go to the bathroom!"

I thought about following her in, but heard her lift the lid on the toilet and knew she wanted her privacy. I headed to the downstairs bathroom to relieve my bladder. Afterward I washed my hands and face, and ran my wet fingers through my hair to straighten it out a bit. As soon as I walked in the bedroom door, Catherine flashed me a sexy grin before rolling over onto her knees and presenting me with her horny, lubricated asshole.

It was a hell of a way to start the day.

As I listened to her arousing little moans and grunts, I savored every stroke into her sexy ass. It was just perfect for me, and I knew how much she loved it. Some of my thoughts from the previous night returned to haunt me then. What if Melissa doesn't like anal? I shook my head and grinned, knowing damned well her mother would eagerly take care of me if I had that urge and Melissa wasn't interested.

What about Mom? Do you think she likes it in the ass? I frowned and shook my head again, driving that unwanted thought from my head and looking down at Catherine's sexy little backdoor stretched around my thick cock. She cried out into the sheets as my pistoning cock forced another orgasm out of her. You're in heaven right now, dude. Stop worrying and enjoy it!

I grabbed Catherine's hips and fucked her even harder, watching her ass as it took every thrust. It felt incredible and looked just as hot. In minutes, I felt my balls clenching up and I watched the base of my shaft pulse as I came inside her. Again, it felt as incredible as it looked.

"Yes!" she cried out. "Oh, God, I love that so much!"

We shared a quick shower before she kicked me out. She loved it when I fucked her ass, but she did not want me watching when she washed it out. I got dressed and lay on the bed for a few minutes to gather my strength before we got to work.

* * *

We painted and sealed the crown molding and baseboards in Melissa's bedroom first. Then we put on a fresh coat of paint on all the walls. Once that was finished, we were able to remove the drop-cloths from her bed and the other furniture and cleaned up the room entirely. It made a huge difference. Her bedroom looked great, and like we had done a lot more work than we had. We stood in the doorway after we had finished and Catherine rubbed my back.

"Just think," she said, "The next time you're in this room, you'll be in that bed fucking Melissa."

I didn't disagree with her, but I knew the next time I was in that room with Melissa it would just be so we could show her all the work we had done. I turned off the light and left the door slightly ajar so the paint fumes could escape. Then it was on to the dining room so we could repeat the process.

We were getting close to finishing when the doorbell rang. It was my mother. Catherine smiled and let her in. I was still crouched over painting the baseboard, but I glanced over and nodded before returning my attention to what I was doing. It was too easy to make a mess and I was trying to be careful.

Mom came over and stood behind me. She waited until I had finished that section before she said anything. Her voice was petulant and I hoped she was kidding.

"I can't believe you, Catherine," she pouted. "You steal my son away from me, and don't even send him over to make me a nice breakfast today."

That made me glance down at my watch, and I realized it was already almost noon.

"Did he make you breakfast?" she demanded. She asked Catherine, but she was looking at me so I shook my head.

"No," Catherine replied. "We just got right to work early this morning and kept rolling. We finished Melissa's room and we're almost done in here. Dianne, I am really sorry about breakfast. I'll tell you what, though. I will be able to make dinner for all of us tonight, and I will send Greg home to serve you breakfast in bed tomorrow. Does that sound fair?"

I couldn't miss the way my mother's eyes lit up at that, but she quickly hid her excitement. She looked like she was considering the offer carefully as she turned and appraised Catherine. She nodded. "I think that sounds fair," she replied magnanimously.

I let out a snort. How was this fair? I had spent all morning busting my ass to work on Catherine's house, and now they expected me to serve my mother breakfast in bed? Then I looked up at Catherine and had to recall her groaning sexily as she gave me her ass. Yeah, that's more than fair.

After I had finished the last bit of painting on the baseboards, Mom stuck around to help us get the room cleaned up. Catherine's dining room was ready for service, and she happily got to work in the kitchen making us a nice lunch. I thought about sitting down to take a break, but realized I had some paint splatters all over myself.

"Hey, I'm going to head home to grab a quick shower and change clothes," I said. I kissed Catherine on her cheek and then turned to give my mother a quick smooch. "I'll be right back."

I felt like a brand-new human after that quick shower. I still hustled to head back over, since I didn't want to keep them waiting and wanted to have that delicious lunch before it got the chance to get cold. My mother's face was flushed when she opened the front door to let me in, and I knew I had been away too long. Oh, the lunch was still hot and delicious, but Catherine had said something to her.

Every time she looked at me, Mom could not hide her aroused response. Catherine saw it and giggled. I turned to her and shook my head, frowning slightly. Why did she feel the need to push this thing? Why did it turn her on so much?

I thought about just packing my things, hopping into my car, and taking off for a few days to let the situation cool down. The only problem with that plan was I had nowhere else to stay. The dorms would be closed for another two weeks, and I didn't have any close friends I could stay with. I looked down at my plate and realized I had eaten everything. I blinked and looked at my mother and then at Catherine.

Honestly, it was just because I worried I had used bad table manners and wolfed it down. They were both looking at me with obvious arousal, so I guessed my table manners hadn't been bad enough to turn them off. Then I got annoyed again, and opened my mouth when I shouldn't have.

"What did you say to my mother, Catherine?" I demanded.

Mom blushed and Catherine got a wicked grin, and I knew I had fucked up.

"I told her you were thinking about her when you came inside me last night," she replied.

"That's enough," I said brusquely. She looked like she had been about to say more. I shook my head and looked back and forth between them. Finally I just felt the need to get out of there. "I'm sorry Mom," I muttered. I stood up and said, "I'm going for a ride. I'll see you later."

Both of them got wide-eyed at that, but I hurried out the front door before either of them could protest. I don't know where I was planning to go, but I realized my keys, wallet and phone were all up in my bedroom. Before I could grab them and leave, my mother came in the front door and blocked my escape. She wrapped her arms around me in the living room, behind the couch, and hugged me desperately.

"I'm so sorry!" she sobbed into my chest.

I was still angry, but that anger wasn't directed at my mother. I hadn't meant to hurt her and it broke my heart to see her like that. I wrapped my arms around her and held her as she cried and shook against me. Then I had to swallow heavily. Her big, soft tits were pressed against my belly and I could feel her hard nipples even through her bra and her top.

"It's not your fault, Mom," I murmured into her hair.

"Yes it is!" she protested, and her body shook with a fresh round of sobs. "You're my son, and I shouldn't have been thinking about you that way." She sniffled a bit and then added, "I definitely shouldn't have mentioned it to Catherine and Gloria. How could I have been so stupid?"

"They are your best friends and you thought you could trust them," I countered. "There was no way you could have known how much it would turn Catherine on to think about it, or that she would try so hard to make it happen."

"No," she whispered. "I did know. I thought Catherine would try to seduce you if I told her about you, and that she would plant the idea in your head so you would want me."

I pulled my head back and stared at her. She looked back up at me with shame in her eyes. It was heartbreaking to see my mother in so much despair, such obvious pain. I hugged her tightly and rocked her from side to side.

"Please, Mom, don't cry," I whispered.

Well, that was fucking stupid. As soon as I said it, she was sobbing again. She continued crying in my arms for the next fifteen minutes, and I just felt worse because I couldn't say anything right. I stopped trying and just held her until my legs started to ache.

"Can we sit down?" I asked gently.

Mom looked down and saw how my legs were shaking, and she nodded. I walked around the couch and plopped down in the center cushion, stretching my legs out as my mother watched me. She swallowed visibly, and her voice was a soft whisper when she asked, "May I sit in your lap?"

I glanced down at her loose khaki shorts, and figured it would be safe. I nodded and she slid into my lap facing me. She sighed and wrapped her arms around my head, pushing her breasts right against my jaw. Then I felt the moist heat of her crotch pressed against the underside of the shaft of my dick, and groaned softly as I started getting hard.

"Oh!" Mom breathed, "Am I hurting you?"

"No," I groaned.

I stopped because I was afraid to say more. It didn't matter. She could feel my shaft hardening against her and she let out a soft gasp.

"I'm so sorry," she murmured, sliding out of my lap. "This was a bad idea."

She stood in front of me, and couldn't help but look down at the obvious bulge my erection made in the front of those cargo shorts. It wasn't comfortable for me, but I couldn't bring myself to adjust my boner with my mom looking right at me. Instead, I was looking at her with those huge, mouth-watering tits and the obvious hard points of her nipples.

"Dammit!" I groaned out loud, making her jump. Her eyes flashed quickly up to mine. "Why do I have to be so fucking stupid all the time?" I muttered angrily, shaking my head.

"Greg!" my mother gasped.

"Sorry, Mom," I murmured. Then I blew out a frustrated breath. "I was mad at Catherine, for pushing this so hard. It felt like I was being backed into a corner; like I wasn't being given a choice. I just wanted to get away so I could try to clear my mind and think, but the way I stomped out was...it was just really immature. So I made you feel bad, I probably made Catherine feel bad, and I felt like the worst son ever when I made you cry."

Mom frowned, and the heavy way she swallowed, I knew she was on the verge of a fresh round of tears. I shook my head and spread my arms helplessly.

"Now I've backed myself into another corner, and I feel like an idiot," I said, blowing out another angry breath. "I'm not mad at you, Mom. I'm just mad at myself."

Her brow creased and she cocked her head slightly to her right. "What are you talking about?"

"Well, you said you wanted me," I replied. "You couldn't stop thinking about it, and you hoped Catherine would help make it happen. I can't help but get turned on whenever I'm around you because you're so damned sexy." I nodded down at my lap, where my lumpy shorts showed her exactly how turned on I was. I stood up and held out my hands, and she put her hands in mine uncertainly. "If I had just told you 'Mom, I want you so bad. I just feel like it makes me a bad son to think about my own mother that way,' then you wouldn't have cried."

She sucked in a breath when I said that last part.

"Now it's obvious that we'd both be happier if we just had sex, but I blew it," I continued, shaking my head angrily. "If we have sex now, you'll think I'm just doing it out of pity, and that will make you feel worse. And if you're sad and feel like a bad mom for letting me have sex with you, it won't be any good for me, either. It could have been incredible, but I ruined it."

"Wow," Mom breathed, looking into my eyes.

"What?" I asked.

"I want you so bad right now, I can't believe it," she moaned.