New Year's Eve Kiss

As the clock struck midnight and I felt my mother's soft lips on mine, I couldn't help but reflect on how we got here. The tension had been building all week, ever since Mom arrived on Christmas Eve, yet I never imagined things happening the way they did. I guess I have my wife, Amy, to thank for that.

Mom flew down to Miami for the holiday week. Being a teacher, the Christmas break was one of the few times a year she would get to visit. Mom and I had always been close, but when Dad passed away a few years ago, Amy and I made sure to be extra present to her.

"Thanks for having me down," Mom said as she started to unpack.

"Don't be silly, Jill. We love having you here. You are actually really lucky. The weather last week was horrible, but this week should be perfect for getting some sun," Amy smiled.

"Please, Amy, remember, call me Mom. I can't wait to get a tan. The sky in New York has been positively gray," Mom told us.

"Well, it is settled then. How about you get comfortable, and then we can head over to the beach? There is still plenty of time to catch some rays," I noted.

"Sounds great," Mom said.

As Amy and I left Mom alone to unpack, we couldn't help but comment on how good she looked.

"Is it me, or does your Mom look hot?" Amy observed.

"Amy!" I shot back at her.

"Oh, come on. Just because she is your mother doesn't mean you can't appreciate her beauty. Besides, what guy doesn't have a little thing for their mom?" she responded.

My wife wasn't wrong. For as long as I could remember, Mom had found her way into my sexual fantasies. While I didn't like to admit it, I compared every woman I had ever dated to her.

"She does look good. It seems like she has really gotten in shape since Dad died. I wonder if she is dating?" I said.

"Or fucking," Amy chimed in.

I smiled at the thought of Mom meeting some random guy on a dating site and bringing him home for some fun.

"Shit!" we heard Mom yell.

We ran back to her, worried that something horrible had happened.

"Are you okay?" I shouted while busting into her room.

"John!" Mom screeched.

I was shocked by what I saw. Mom stood there in all her glory, completely naked. While I had pictured Mom nude many times, the reality of it was so much better. Her full tits were topped with dark brown areola and nipples that were rock hard. As my eyes scanned her body, I was shocked to see that except for a small, neatly trimmed sliver of brown and gray hair, her pussy was completely shaved.

Mom tried her best to cover her tits and pussy with her hands, but my sudden intrusion didn't leave her a lot of time to hide her assets.

"Turn around," she shouted.

"Sorry," I sheepishly said.

Giggling, Amy asked if everything was okay.

"I was in the middle of changing, and I realized I left all my bathing suits at home," Mom explained.

"Oh, that is no problem at all. I have some bikinis that would look amazing on you," Amy said.

"That would be great. Sorry for yelling at you, John. I just didn't expect you, and well, I am naked," Mom chuckled.

"It's okay. I'll leave you to change," I said.

"I'll be right back. I'll grab some bikinis for you to try on," Amy added.

I left the two of them alone and went to change into my swim trunks. As I pulled off my shorts, my cock sprung to life. My dick was throbbing and begging for attention. Mom's nude body flooded my mind's eye as my hand gently stroked my dick.

Waves of guilt coursed through me, yet I couldn't stop myself from picturing Mom's tits while touching myself.

"Oh, Mommy. Suck my dick," I quietly groaned.

I lost myself in the moment, completely oblivious to everything around me. All I could think about was Mom's naked body pressed against mine.

While it had only been a few minutes, I was close to cumming. Unexpectedly, I heard Amy clearing her voice from across the room. My eyes shot open as I saw her standing there naked, watching me.

"Oh my god. Amy, how long have you been there?" I frantically asked.

"Probably around, "Oh, Mommy, suck my dick," my wife laughed.

"This isn't funny," I tried to say with a serious tone.

"Oh, come on. If you can't laugh about being caught masturbating thinking about your mother, what can you laugh at? Besides, she is hot," Amy smiled.

Despite feeling embarrassed by being caught, my cock still screamed for attention. I walked over to my wife and pulled her naked body into mine.

"Ooh, someone is frisky. Mommy has gotten you all hot and bothered. I bet you would love to fill my cunt up with your cum," Amy growled.

My wife's words were all the encouragement I needed. I spun her around, pulled her hips towards me, and pushed her against the wall. My cock was already covered in precum as I ran my dick up and down Amy's drenched labia. I was shocked to see how wet she was, but it was clear that teasing me about Mom was having as much an effect on her as it was on me.

"Do it," Amy grunted.

I pushed forward, thrusting my throbbing cock into her. We knew this had to be quick and quiet, but I was still determined to make my wife cum.

With one hand, I reached around to rub her clit, while my other hand muzzled her mouth to keep her silent. Amy shoved her hips back against my cock, meeting my every plunge. Our bodies moved in unison as the two of us inched closer to orgasm.

"You are so bad. I can't believe how much you liked seeing me touch myself thinking of Mom," I panted.

Mentioning Mom seemed to set something off in Amy. Her body began to shake uncontrollably, and a flash of wetness engulfed my dick. Sweat dripped down my forehead as I fucked my wife harder, hoping to join her in her orgasm.

My hand slipped off Amy's mouth, allowing her to speak freely.

"Do it, John. Cum in me. Think about Mom's wonderful, succulent tits as you fill my cunt," Amy teased.

Lightning shot through me as spurt after spurt of cum, filled my wife's pussy.

With a slight plop, my now limp dick slipped out of Amy, leaving behind a creamy mess.

"That was intense," Amy smiled back at me.

"Wow. Yeah. About what you said..." I started before being cut off.

"Don't think about it. That was a lot of fun. We better get dressed before your mom begins to suspect what we are doing," Amy said before going to the bathroom to wash off and change.

Twenty minutes later, the three of us were in a cab as if nothing had happened. With a case of beer, some towels, and tanning oil in hand, we set ourselves up on the sandy shore.

The beach was full of college co-eds on winter break. It was hard not to notice all the sexy young bodies in barely-there bikinis. My libido was working overtime as I watched them prance around practically naked.

Yet, when Amy revealed her bikini body, all my attention turned to her. Amy wore a simple black string bikini. The suit was basically a few triangle pieces of cloth held together with some strings. The suit barely contained all of Amy's assets, leaving her body fully on display.

Amy reveled in the stares by all the onlookers. She worked hard on her body and she loved the attention she got when she showed it off.

Mom, on the other hand, seemed less sure about undressing in front of all the hard Miami bodies.

"You know that bikini isn't going to magically show itself," Amy said.

"I'm fine. I don't know how I feel about wearing your bikini in public. Hell, I mean, look at all those college girls over there. I feel silly wearing a bikini like this so close to them," Mom remarked.

"You are beautiful, Mom," I earnestly said.

Mom looked at me, slightly bemused. She was clearly shocked by my comment. However, something about it must have changed her mind.

Our gaze met as she reached for the bottom of her white coverup and slowly pulled it over her head. My eyes must have bulged out of my head because Mom suddenly seemed self-conscious. Yet, I couldn't stop myself from ogling her.

Mom's bikini was the exact same one Amy wore. While the bikini was the same, the way it fit her was completely different. The top was a size or two too small, leaving the bottom and sides of her tits barely contained, while the thong bottom disappeared into her ass and left the faintest of camel toe.

"Whoo hoo," Amy hollered, "You look like a fox, Mom."

"Shush you," Mom sneered.

Amy and I just smiled at each other, enjoying the view before us.

"If I am going to wear this silly thing, I am going to need one of those," she said, reaching for the beer.

I handed Amy and Mom a beer and joined them for a drink.

"To a wonderful vacation," I cheered.

"And to wild adventures," Amy added.

The three of us sipped our beers while enjoying the refreshing ocean air.

"We better put on some protection if we don't want to get burned," Mom said.

"Always the mother," I laughed.

"I brought tanning oil with SPF. I hope that is okay. I can help you put some on after I am done if you like," Amy offered Mom.

"That would be great," she said.

Amy splashed a generous amount of oil into her hands and gingerly glided across her golden skin. Starting at the top of her neck, Amy's hands caressed her skin, leaving behind a shimmering glow. Oil dripped from her hands down to the top of her bikini, leaving a shiny trail in its wake.

She ran her hands over her large chest, down her stomach, and over her hips. Each gesture seemed deliberate as if she were putting on a show for Mom and me.

As she made her way down her legs, she spread them wide, exposing her crotch. Gracefully, she lifted each leg, massaging the oil from her feet up to her muscular thighs. Her fingers trailed the outline of her thong, gently stroking the sensitive skin around her vulva. Amy's head flung back, her eyes closed, as she lost herself to her touch.

I couldn't look away, and I wasn't the only one. At this point, Mom was openly gawking at my wife. Mom was shifting around while she subtly touched her chest. I was gobsmacked! Mom was getting turned on by my wife.

Moments later, Amy finished up and offered to help Mom apply the tanning oil.

"Um, ugh, that would be great," Mom uttered.

Mom seemed nervous. Like she was seeing my wife in a new way for the first time.

"Just relax. This is going to feel great," Amy reassured her.

Amy drizzled tanning oil along Mom's clavicle, allowing it to flow down her front. The glistening oil made its way down Mom's chest, bringing attention to her overflowing tits. Amy grazed her fingers along the upper part of Mom's breast, subtilty touching her tits.

Mom's breathing became shallower as Amy made her way down my mother's body. Splashing a little more oil into her hand, Amy glided her slippery digits along Mom's torso.

I stared openly at the sight before me. The two most important women in my life were lost in each other, no longer caring that anyone else was around them.

Mom spread her legs, inviting Amy to apply the tanning oil to her most sensitive of areas. I couldn't tell if it was a conscious move or not, but my wife didn't wait to find out.

Amy dripped the oil into Mom's crotch and down her thighs. The oil ran along the edges of Mom's tiny bikini bottom before trickling into her asshole.

My wife kneaded the oil into Mom's thighs, making them glisten in the Miami sun.

Mom loudly sighed as Amy's hand brushed against her bikini bottom. Amy had a devilish look on her face, and I knew she was purposely teasing Mom pussy.

Yet despite Amy's intrusion, Mom said nothing. She even spread her legs wider, welcoming Amy's touch.

I was already one beer in and felt my inhibitions disappearing. I openly watched Amy massage Mom's bikini covered crotch with the back of her greasy hand while continuing to caress her legs with her other hand. Amy's right hand was practically seared onto Mom's pussy, teasing it and making Mom writhe in pleasure.

Mom's breathing quickened, and her chest suddenly turned beet red. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Amy was bringing Mom to the verge of an orgasm.

"Oh my god. Ugh, I think that is enough. Thank you, Amy," Mom stammered.

Amy looked at Mom and saw how flush she was.

"You should drink some water. You are looking pretty red there," she teased.

The rest of the afternoon, the three of us drank and caught up on our lives. Throughout the day, Amy was particularly affectionate with me. Teasing Mom turned her on a lot, and she wasn't shy about being touchy with me in front of her.

The alcohol and hot Miami sun really had an effect on the three of us. By the time we left the beach and called a cab, we were sloshed.

During our ride home, all I could think about was the image of Mom tanning in Amy's string bikini. My pants tented, demonstrating just how turned on by Mom I was. I tried to hide my hard-on, hoping that the women wouldn't notice my discomfort.

Despite my best efforts, Amy noticed my growing erection and ran her hand up my thigh.

"It looks like you had a great time at the beach," she winked.

"Who wouldn't have a good time surrounded by two of the most beautiful women in the world," I replied.

Amy's hand crept ever closer to my crotch as I sat there, increasingly uncomfortable with her forwardness.

"You have a good time, Mom?" I asked, trying to distract her.

"It was just what I needed. It has been forever since I felt the sun on my skin. Although, to be honest, the suit left me a little exposed," Mom said.

"Don't be silly, Mom," Amy pushed back, "you looked great in that bikini. Everyone on the beach was checking you out," Amy gushed.

"Oh, trust me, I noticed. I don't think you could have given me a smaller suit," Mom retorted.

"That sounds like a challenge to me," Amy cackled.

Mom and Amy laughed away, teasing each other like long lost friends. Throughout the conversation, Amy's hand never left my leg, leaving me in a constant state of arousal.

When we arrived home, the three of us decided to wash up before we ordered takeout.

"I'll shower first if that's okay?" Amy said.

"Sure. The shower will probably ruin my buzz anyway," I told her.

While Amy showered, I lay on my bed, gently stroking my cock over my trunks as I pictured Mom in her room showering. A twinge of guilt shot through me as Amy exited the shower, wrapped in her towel, catching me jerking off.

"Someone is horny," she teased.

"You would be, too, if your wife looked as sexy as you did in her bikini," I lied.

"Are you sure it is me that has you so randy?" Amy said.

She wasn't wrong. I couldn't get Mom out of my head, and it was driving me crazy.

"Go shower. Maybe it will help calm that beast down," Amy said while smacking my ass.

While the shower felt refreshing, my mind was still racing with dirty thoughts about Mom.

As I entered the hallway, I noticed Amy standing outside my mother's door with her hand down her shorts. While I knew Amy thought Mom was hot, I couldn't believe that she was masturbating outside her room.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Shhh. Come here," Amy whispered, her hand never leaving her pussy.

Inching closer to Mom's door, I was in disbelief as to what I was hearing.

"Oh, John. Your hands feel so good on Mommy. Don't stop touching me," Mom moaned.

Mom groaned loudly as the sound of her vibrator echoed throughout our hallway.

Amy looked at me with a mischievous grin.

"Is she?" I trailed off.

Amy licked her lips and nodded. She reached for my crotch, embracing my already growing cock. My wife's hand on my dick was almost too much for me.

"Amy," I softly whimpered.

"What are you doing?" I nervously asked as she began unzipping my trousers.

"Let Mommy take care of you," she said before twirling her tongue around my cock head.

Amy engulfed my cock, taking as much of it down her throat as she could.

I did my best to stifle any sounds, terrified that Mom would hear us. Amy held no such concerns as she sucked my cock with abandon.

"Fuck, John, I'm so close. Make Mommy cum," Mom groaned, unaware of what was happening outside of her door.

The sounds of Mom's moans, along with the softness of Amy's lips, were too much. I blew my load deep down Amy's throat, practically drowning her with my seed.

Amy swallowed as much of it as she could before licking her lips, making sure to savor any drop of cum that was left.

Moments later, we heard Mom whimpering, and the hum of her vibrator disappeared. It was obvious that Mom had orgasmed, so Amy and I slunk away to our room, hoping Mom was oblivious to our presence.

As the week progressed, we found ourselves in a familiar pattern. Mom would find an excuse to adjourn to her room for the evening. Within a minute, the humming of her vibrator would fill the hallways, beckoning Amy and me.

Amy and I would take turns cumming while listening to Mom. Some nights, I would go down on her, and other nights, she would go down on me. I was stunned by how much Amy got off spying on Mom but welcomed the added dimension to our sex life.

As we approached New Year's Eve, I noticed Amy increasingly flirting with my mother. I was initially uncomfortable with the idea, but as time went on, I noticed Mom flirting back.

"Mom, John, and I were invited to a New Year's Eve party at this pretty cool club. I think you should join us," Amy said.

"Don't you think I am a bit old for a club, dear?" Mom pushed back.

"You also thought you were too old for my bikinis, and look at how that turned out. You are hot and still young. You should come," Amy insisted.

"Are you sure you want your old mom at a club with you, John?" Mom asked.

I wanted to scream, "Of course I do. I would do anything to dance with you and hold your body close to mine," but I simply said, "I would love to spend New Year's Eve with you, Mom."

"It is settled. Now let's go shopping and get you some clothes for the occasion. John, you stay here. This is a mother-and-daughter type of outing," Amy winked at me.

I took the opportunity to relax while the women were out shopping. As I lay on the couch watching TV, I wondered what kind of trouble Amy was getting Mom into. It was clear that Amy was up to something, and I worried where her adventurous spirit would take things.

After hours of waiting, Amy and Mom burst into the living room, practically falling over each other.

"I still can't get over how hot that guy was," I overheard Amy say.

"I can't believe you made me give him my number. He was like 20 years younger than me," Mom laughed.

"Oh, I am sure you could tire him out," Amy teased.

It was clear the two of them had a lot of fun, but I was shocked to hear that Amy was trying to pimp Mom out to some random younger guy.

"So, who is the lucky guy?" I asked.

I was intrigued, yet also oddly jealous.

"Don't worry, sweetie. Amy and I were just being silly," Mom replied.

"No, I am not. Your Mom is hot. She needs to be out there and have fun," Amy insisted.

"Oh, hush. Thanks for the fun day. I should go put all my new clothes away," Mom said.

"Not yet, you don't. Wouldn't you love to see what we bought, John?" my wife asked.

"I wouldn't want to bore him with that. Besides, John shouldn't see some of the stuff you insisted I buy," Mom pushed back.

"Trust me, he won't mind!" Amy grinned.

My face turned red with embarrassment. It was one thing for Amy and I to flirt using Mom as a prop; it was another thing altogether for Amy to hint at it in front of her.

"I'll start," Amy said while pulling her t-shirt off.

I was surprised to see that she wasn't wearing a bra, but I welcomed the view. Mom looked startled by Amy's sudden nakedness, yet she never looked away.

My wife slipped on a black sheer cropped top. The shirt left Amy's tits on display for all the world to see. While I enjoyed the sight, seeing Amy like this in front of my mother took some getting used to.