How Do You Spell Relief? Ch. 05

“How are things going with your mom, Tommy?”

“Um, they're good. Yeah, good.”

“Good, I'm glad. She obviously loves you very much.”

I nodded. “Yeah, I think she does too Ms...um, Becky.”

She smiled again. “What about you? Do you love your mom?”

“Yes, of course. She's my mom.”

“You know...” She shifted in her seat, leaning towards me. “I think the two of you have a very special situation. I've been thinking about this quite a bit over the last few days and I think your mom is a wonderful lady. It can't be easy for her, raising a boy by herself and having to work and all. She's provided for you all this time, given you a warm and loving home, supported you all through school and I wouldn't mind betting she's got a trust fund set aside for your college education too. Am I right?”

I nodded. Mom and I had talked about college a lot recently and she'd told me she'd been putting some money aside for me but I had always intended to work my way through as well. Ms Owens nodded in understanding.

“And I think that, given your...condition,” and she looked at me meaningfully, “she could be forgiven for making some special concessions in her life.”

I looked at her, confused.

“What do you mean, Becky?”

Her voice turned husky again.

“Tommy, I think something lovely has happened between you and your mom. Am I right?” She moved beside me and I jumped as I felt her hand stroke my cock under the table. A lock of dark hair fell across her face and she looked at me through it. Her eyelids lowered slightly and I noticed a faint pink blush appear on her cheeks as she squeezed my hard-on gently, rubbing it through my light shorts. “Am I right Tommy? A little while ago you told me you were a virgin but I don't think you are now, are you?” She squeezed my cock harder and it twitched uncontrollably in my crotch.

“Ms...Becky...what...why are you doing this?”

“Don't be scared baby. I'm not going to tell you it's wrong. I think the two of you need each other and I'm just trying to tell you that I think it's wonderful and I also want you to know that I want to help any way I can.”

“You do?”

“Yes! Would you let me? Do you think Carol would let me?”

I nodded slowly, smiling as I remembered what mom had said that morning.

“Yeah...yeah I think she would.”

“Why are you smiling, darling?”

I couldn't stop my smile as it turned into a grin. I couldn't believe that I was having this conversation.

“Mom and I talked about some of this this morning while...” I broke off, feeling myself blush, remembering that I had been buried in mom's vagina at the time.

“While what?” Becky looked at me closely. She lowered her voice to a whisper. “Oh my God! Did...did you fuck your mom this morning Tommy?”

Try as I might, I couldn't get the smile off my face. Becky still had her hand on my cock, rubbing and stroking the full length below the table.

“Oh my God!” she whispered again excitedly. “Your mother is so fucking lucky! Was it the first time? Tell me! Did you fuck her for the first time this morning?”

I shook my head, still smiling.

“No, we did it for the first time last night.” I said quietly.

“Oh baby, how wonderful! Was it good? Oh! And then you had morning sex as well! God, I'm so jealous! Oh I want to fuck you so badly! I hope we can get away together sometime soon.”

“Mom wants us to...she wants to be there as well.”

“When we...when we fuck?” Ms Owens stared at me with a look of disbelief on her face. “Oh...oh, well that's just perfect!” Her eyes were ablaze with excitement. “I've been so horny thinking about tonight. I had to go and have a play twice at school today.” For a librarian, she sure could talk sexy.

“Me too!” I said. “I came looking for you at lunch but you were out. I had to jerk off in the toilets.”

“Oh baby.” Her voice sounded regretful. “I was out buying this.” She plucked at one of the thin shoulder straps of her dress.

“Dinner's ready!” said mom as she stepped out onto the deck carrying a serving tray with the steaming slices of freshly-cooked fish on it. She placed it in the centre of the table and then smiled at us. “How's it going out here?”

“Excellent, Carol. I was just telling Tommy how I'd bought this dress today specially.”

“I asked you if it was new! It does look good on you, you know.”

Becky's smile was dazzling in the candlelight. The sky was beginning to darken and I suddenly realised why mom had suggested candles. It made the setting seem much closer and more intimate. I slid my chair out from under the table and stood up, turning away so the women wouldn't see the huge bulge in my shorts.

“I'll get the salad mom,” I said.

“Thank you, sweetie. I'll come and get the pasta.” Mom followed me into the kitchen but as I stepped up to the bench I felt her hand on my arm. She grabbed me firmly and twisted me round to face her, pressing her body against me as she pulled my mouth down to hers. Her kiss was hard and her tongue slipped between my lips as I felt her grab my hips, grinding herself against my thick cock, pressing herself against me.

“Mom!” I protested quietly, not wanting Becky to hear.

“Baby, I've been watching her play with your cock the whole time! What have you been talking about?” she whispered excitedly.

“She just...she's happy we're...you know. She knows we've, like, done it and she wants to help, I think.”

“You told her?”

“She kind of guessed, actually.”

Mom quickly looked around the kitchen door out to the deck and then back to me again.

“The salad's in the fridge. I've got some bread rolls warming in the oven too, so you could bring them as well.”

“Okay mom.” As she stepped past me I slid a hand down her back and cupped one of her ass cheeks, squeezing it hard. She gasped and pushed back against me, smiling as she felt my grip tighten.

“Baby, we have to be good for now. I hope we get to fuck her tonight but if we don't I'm going to want your cock deep inside me before I go to sleep, okay?”

“Okay mom.”

'I hope WE get to fuck her...'? My mind began to spin as I started to think about what might happen before the evening ended.

My mom is a really good cook. The dinner was delicious; we all gradually relaxed and after about ten minutes the three of us were talking easily. Being quite tall, my legs got a bit cramped from sitting at the small table and after a while I straightened them out gently, trying to be careful not to bump anyone. Becky glanced at me and smiled slightly as I accidentally brushed against her leg. We were sitting on three sides of the table, mom and Becky across from each other, me with mom to my right and Becky to my left. I was just leaning forward to take another mouthful of salad when I felt a hand slide up my left leg, over my shorts and wrap gently around my cock. I paused and looked at mom quickly. She was busy breaking a bit of crispy crust off her bread roll. I glanced at Becky and she smiled again as she finished chewing a mouthful of food.

“This fish is delicious, Carol. The whole meal is, in fact. And the company is wonderful too. What a lovely home you have.”

Mom smiled. I could tell she was flattered and I felt proud of the fact that Becky was taking the trouble to compliment her.

“Thank you Becky. I'm so glad you agreed to come. I hope we can have a lot more evenings like this together.”

“Oh, that would be lovely. Would you like that Tommy, or would you rather not spend this much time with a couple of old ladies?”

“I don't think of either of you as old,” I said.

“But surely you'd rather spend time with girls your own age?” Becky pressed slyly.

I shrugged.

“At the moment, I'm quite happy spending time with you and mom,” I said truthfully.

“You were right Carol. He is smooth.”

Mom smiled warmly and I stiffened as I felt her hand on my other leg. Becky's hand was still stroking my cock and I began to sweat as I felt mom's slide up my thigh, higher, higher. The fingers worked their way towards the base of my hard-on and then the hands touched. I saw mom flick a glance at Becky and the two women smiled knowingly at each other. For the rest of the meal I had the two of them stroking and fondling me under the table. The tension and excitement was almost unbearable and several times I was sure I was going to cum in my shorts but somehow they both seemed to sense it and eased off their playing.

“Well,” said mom eventually, about twenty minutes later. She carefully put her fork down on her empty plate. “Shall we move into the lounge?”

“Definitely,” said Becky. “Let's get comfortable.” She gently pushed her chair back from the table.

“I'll get the plates, mom,” I said as I stood up. I'd been almost holding my breath for the last half of the meal because I was so desperate to get both of them naked. The two women had gradually talked less and less and looks had been passing between the three of us more and more frequently. By now I was absolutely certain it was only a matter of time before I was inside one of them so I figured there was no point in hiding my condition. My cock was rigid, bent over in my shorts across the top of my left thigh so that it pushed a thick bulge along under the elastic waist band. I noticed both women staring at it as I stood before them, gathering plates and cutlery. Mom cleared her throat.

“Let me help you darling.” She stood up quickly and picked up a couple of the serving platters.

“Yes, me too,” said Becky. “It's the least I can do after a wonderful meal.”

We trooped into the kitchen and soon every available surface was covered with dirty plates.

“Don't worry about tidying anything up,” said mom.

“Let me stay and help Carol,” said Becky.

I walked down the short hall and left them arguing good-naturedly about what Becky could do to help. The voices stopped abruptly as I reached the lounge door. I listened. A stifled moan drifted along to me. As quietly as I could, I sneaked back into the dining room and peeked through into the kitchen. My aching cock jumped in my shorts. Becky was leaning back against the counter with the top of her dress pulled down under her tits. Mom had her mouth locked onto the left nipple and Becky had her hand between mom's legs. Both of them were breathing hard. Mom broke off first.

“We must go to the lounge,” she panted.

I retreated to the front of the house as swiftly as my hard-on would let me and was standing aimlessly in the middle of the room when Becky eventually walked in. She hadn't bothered to pull her dress up and her full firm breasts were hanging free. The nipples were dark and hard, glistening wetly in the lamplight.

“Wow,” I said.

“Baby, would you like to suck my tits too, like your mom?”

I couldn't do anything but grin.

“I thought so.”

She stepped right in front of me and pulled my face down onto the warm flesh. Holy shit! The pale skin of her breasts seemed to glow and her nipples were so hard they stuck out like two small thumbs from the swelling flesh. My hands automatically went to her tits and I leaned forward, burying my face in her cleavage, kissing and licking and squeezing, moaning in delight at the feel of them against my skin as I felt her run her hands through my hair. I brought a nipple to my mouth and she drew a shuddering breath as I sucked on it hard, pulling as much of her breast between my lips as I could. It was so huge I could barely get any of it in but I wasn't going to let that stop me. She tasted so good!

“Oh Tommy,” I heard her moan. “Oh...oh I want your cock.”

I wanted her to have my cock too. I took one hand off her tits, grabbed the top of my shorts and wrestled them off my butt, down past my knees to the floor and kicked them off as I felt her hands pawing in my groin. She found my shaft with no trouble and began jerking me with both hands.

“It feels so hard darling. So hard and long. All that time with us playing with it under the table...I can't wait to feel it inside me.” Becky's voice was thick and trembling as she thrust her tits into my face. My hands began to move on their own, down to the warm flesh below her breasts, across her stomach, pushing the rumpled fabric of her dress over her hips and down her legs. My hands went to her soft smooth inner thighs as she shifted, spreading her legs, making room for them.

My fingers touched fabric and I paused, surprised. It was wet. In fact, as I explored further, I found it was saturated. The whole front of her panties was soaked and my cock heaved and strained in her hands. Surely she couldn't be that wet? I slid a finger under the thin elastic at the top of her knickers and slipped my hand inside. Another surprise awaited me as I pushed down towards the cleft between her thighs; she had a patch of coarse curly pussy hair down there as well.

I lifted my mouth from her tits.

“Becky, you don't shave?!” I exclaimed.

“I do baby, just a trim. I like it to look neat. Would you like to see?”

I couldn't be bothered answering. She stepped back a pace, kicked off her shoes and then stepped out of her dress. Over her shoulder, I saw mom standing in the doorway. Her eyes were glued to Ms Owens and her lips were parted as she squeezed one of her breasts with one hand while the other was under the hem of her skirt in her crotch. Holy fuck! The hot librarian was standing in front of me in our lounge in nothing but a tiny pair of white panties and some black fishnet stockings! Her knickers were definitely wet; a patch of the fabric had gone a darker colour from the trimmed pussy hair beneath it, right in her crotch. As I stared, I realised I could see a bulge where her thighs came together and my head began to swim as I realised that it had to be her vagina lips pressing against the soaked fabric.

“Do you like?” she asked, looking at me.

I couldn't speak so I just nodded, hoping my mouth was shut.

“Becky! Oh darling...fuck yes!” Mom appeared behind Ms Owens. Her hands came around and tried vainly to contain the huge swollen mounds on her chest but it was just no use, they were far too big for her small fingers. Becky moaned and leaned back against her.

“Play with my tits darling, that's it. Oh...your hands feel so good. Do you like my tits? Do you? I want you to play with them...that's right...”

“Becky...” I heard mom pant into her hair, “Becky, I've wanted to play with your tits since I first saw you...God, you're fucking gorgeous. I couldn't believe how beautiful you looked when I saw you standing on the deck. I just about came right then. My cunt has been wet all evening thinking you and Tommy are going to fuck and I'm going to get to watch.” Both women moaned and Becky placed a hand in mom's hair, turning her head so they could kiss again.

I couldn't stand it any longer. Dropping to my knees, I scrambled forward, reached up and grabbed the thin elastic at Becky's hips. I pulled and her panties easily slid down her thighs and past her knees but I didn't see them hit the floor because my entire attention was focussed on the unbelievable sight before me. Her vagina looked amazing. She'd stepped out of her panties and spread her legs before me so I could see properly.

“Do you like it darling?”

“Oh wow...oh wow...” I knew it was about the most unintelligent-sounding thing I could say but it was all I could muster. Her pussy was a neat stubby triangle sitting at the base of her tummy. The skin around it was smooth and clean and there was about a one-inch gap between the lowest point and where the cleft at the top of her vagina began. Her opening was incredible. The flesh swelled between her thighs and two thick pink pussy lips pushed out, wrinkled and soft, glistening wetly in the light.

“Come and sit on the sofa darling,” mom murmured.

“Yes...yes let me sit down Tommy, it won't be long.”

I knelt on the floor of the lounge, transfixed as she and mom moved to sit down before me. Becky sat in the centre, with mom at her side. The two of them turned to one another and kissed again, long and wet. Becky parted her legs again and lifted them so that her feet were on the cushions of the sofa. I noticed that the skin all around the inside of her thighs at the top of her legs, up to her pussy and even down into the crack around her wrinkled asshole was glistening wet. Man, she must be turned on! She broke off momentarily.

“Would you like to lick me, Tommy? Carol said she wants you to lick me like you did to her last night.”

“Mom? When did you tell her that?”

“In the kitchen darling, just now. Don't you want to?”

Don't I want to?

I couldn't be bothered taking the time to answer. I pivoted on the floor, moving myself into the ultimate cunt-licking position. With Becky watching and smiling on the sofa above me she was at exactly the right height. I placed my hands on the slippery warm skin either side of her opening and parted the thick lips as I plunged my tongue into her wet hole. We both groaned and I felt her stiffen as I made contact. She felt incredible against my mouth. Her lips were even softer than I thought they'd be and her taste and smell drove me wild. I licked and drank as much of her juice as I could, sucking each delicious lip into my mouth in turn, making her squeal and squirm on the cushions as mom kissed her mouth and played with her tits. I was panting furiously through my nose but I couldn't bear the thought of lifting my mouth to take a proper breath.

Becky's slit got wetter and wetter as I sucked and licked until I could feel her thick juice dripping from my chin. I wiped it off and stuck the fingers in my mouth, frantically sucking them dry before I went back to feasting on the source. Her clitoris was huge, much bigger than mom's. I ran my tongue the entire length of her incredible lips, sucking and kissing before I planted my mouth firmly over the hard bump of flesh, applied as much suction as I could muster and then flicked it rapidly with my tongue.

“Oh fuck, Tommy...oh fuck...” Becky was panting now, shaking and thrusting her hips forward against my mouth.

“Keep going darling,” mom called, encouraging me. “She's going to cum soon. Are you going to cum, sweetie?”

“Uh huh,” moaned Becky in a strained voice. I lifted my eyes to her face. Mom was kneeling on the sofa beside her now, leaning over with a hand on each of Becky's knees, holding her legs apart for me. I hadn't even felt her move. Becky's beautiful face was bright and flushed with sweat. Her huge tits heaved as she gasped for breath and she shook and trembled as she watched, her eyes glued on me as I pushed my tongue back into her silken hole and sucked and drank and kissed her clit and licked from top to bottom and back again, over and over. As I watched, her eyelids flickered and a small smile appeared on her lips.

“Oh Tommy...oh darling...I'm cumming...oh...oh...OH! OH FUCK! OH, OH, OH...”

I felt the muscles in her legs go rigid and suddenly thick juice flooded my mouth, overflowing down my chin. I swallowed and licked for as long as I could before I had to tear myself away. I straightened up between her legs.

“Becky I have to fuck you now!” I cried.

“Yes, fuck me Tommy!”

“Yes Tommy, fuck her!” ordered my mother. I ripped my shirt off over my head. Mom's eyes were on fire as she watched me.

“You must fuck her Tommy, now!”

“Yes, please,” moaned Becky, her face flushed as she recovered from her orgasm. Her eyes were glued to the thick rod that bobbed and swung in my crotch as I shifted to get closer. I moved quickly. Even with my limited experience, I could see it wasn't going to work with her the way she was on the sofa. I hooked my arms under her knees and dragged her bodily towards me about eight inches. When I put her back down it seemed a better position to me, with the fine curves of her ass hanging over the front of the sofa, lowering her to about the same height as my crotch. She took each of her knees in her hands and pulled them up and apart again. I almost choked with need; her cunt was spread wide right in front of me, wet and warm and inviting. I put one hand on the top of my cock and pushed the head down aiming straight for the lips in her crotch. Becky groaned.