Not Just Another Day

Doug stepped across the hall into the bathroom. Diane lay next to the toilet. She was also naked. Doug tried to lift her under her arms without squeezing her boobs, but she was unusually flexible. He couldn't avoid noticing her big tits with their large dark nipples and her unshaved pussy. If she hadn't been unconscious, she'd have been very sexy.

"You're going to have to help me Aunt Sue. She's not that heavy, but she's pretty limp."

They wrestled Diane back into Susan's bed. Doug glanced at Susan. "Do you think she'll be all right?"

Susan nodded. "She'll have one hell of a hangover, but she'll be okay."

Doug pulled the covers up and tucked Diane in. She mumbled something he didn't understand. He leaned closer to hear better. Diane grabbed his package and hung on. Doug's eyes spread wide as he looked to Susan for help. Susan giggled, but pried Diane's fingers off Doug's junk and slipped her hand back under the covers.

Susan and Doug went to his room and got into bed.

"That was a lot weirder than talking about her with you was," Doug said.

Susan smiled and stroked his cock. "She's just drunk. She won't remember it. I'll try to distract you for a while and maybe you won't remember it either."

"I'd sure like one of your blow jobs right now, but I don't think I'll ever forget Mom grabbing my dick and holding on like it was some sort of handle."

Susan chuckled. "Well, we won't mention it again. How's that?"

"Deal." Doug lay back and welcomed Susan's lips closing tight on his cock.

***

Doug pulled his arm from under Susan without waking her. He bent down and kissed her left nipple then gave it a quick little suck. It sprang to attention. Susan smiled in her sleep. Doug pulled the covers over her then went into the hall and glanced at Susan's bedroom doorway. He decided to check on mom then grab a shower.

Doug peeked into Susan's room. Diane was laying cross ways in the bed, but she was covered up and still asleep. She stirred and snored once. He retreated to the bathroom.

After his shower Doug wrapped a towel around his waist and went to the kitchen. He cleared the table of last night's glasses and put the remains of the tequila back in the cabinet then he fixed the coffee pot and stood there waiting for it to finish. He thought about the previous evening and how aroused he'd gotten during their group hug. Just thinking about it brought his manhood to semi-stiff attention.

The toilet flushed. He assumed it was Susan and wondered if he could get a quick blow job before going out to milk. Doug filled a cup for himself and got another out of the cabinet. When he turned back to the table Diane walked in wearing Susan's robe.

His mother's breasts were larger than Susan's and wiggled a lot more when she walked. He was certain she was nude under the robe and cursed himself for finding that exciting.

Doug turned toward the counter again, trying to hide his half a hard-on. "Morning Mom. How're you feeling?"

"Like a total bag of shit Doug. Thanks for asking."

His amorous mood receded enough he didn't think she'd notice. He turned to face her. "Want some coffee or orange juice or something?"

"Coffee please. With lots of sugar. My mouth feels like a dog slept in it."

Doug chuckled a little. He was dying to tell her I told you so, but he stifled that urge. He put a steaming cup in front of her then placed the sugar bowl and a spoon near her. He did his best to ignore the aroma of booze and sex that drifted from her.

"I've got milking to do so you can just relax for a while. Maybe grab a shower, it'll make you feel better."

Diane nodded. "I'm sure I reek. Douglas, I've tried real hard to avoid being too over bearing with you and I know sometimes I'm a real pain. But I've got some advice for you. Don't ever, ever mix wine and tequila. You do stupid shit and when you wake up you feel like shit."

Doug smiled. "I'll keep that in mind Mom." He cocked his head to one side. "Sounds like Susan's in the shower, missed your chance. Well I'd better get out in the barn before she gets in here and starts cracking the whip."

"You don't have to avoid Susan on my account. I understand you're infatuated with her right now and I think it's okay. I also know she abandoned my drunk ass last night and went to sleep with you. I'm thinking maybe you both need this...affair. For the time being anyway."

"Thanks Mom. I think Aunt Sue is really great and I like her company."

Diane smiled at her son. "I think you like having sex with her more than her company. You look so much like your father I'm surprised she didn't jump your bones last year. Susan can be horny little wench sometimes, trust me I know. I just hope she's got the energy to entertain us both."

"Mom, please don't talk about Aunt Sue like she's some kind of toy or tool or something. I care about her and know deep down you do too."

Diane sipped her coffee. "You're right kiddo. I'll knock it off, but she is fucking my son. We may have to set up a schedule or something. I'm off work all next week and I'll be hanging out here."

"That's excellent Mom. We'll have a great time."

Diane smiled at him. "You really are a handsome young man. I'm glad you've turned out so well. You'll make a fine engineer."

Doug nodded. "Mom, Aunt Sue told me you and her have been, well getting it on for quite some time."

"What's your point?"

"I was just wondering...about what she said once. About you and her being with the same guy at the same time...I mean it was a long time ago right?"

"Yes it was, but it was fun. What do you want to know?"

"This is weird Mom, I mean talking about your sex life rather than talking in generalities that no one really understands."

"Just spit it out Doug, I've got a terrible headache."

"Well, I'm curious. How do you do it? I mean who goes where and does what?" Doug's face heated up and he knew he'd turned bright red.

Diane gave him a raised eyebrow and smiled. "We'll talk about this later. You'd better get dressed and get to work. I'll start some breakfast."

Doug was disappointed at being brushed off, but stepped over and kissed his mom on top of her head. "Okay Mom."

***

While the trio had fun visiting and playing cards and so forth over the weekend. Doug grew somewhat jealous. His mother and Susan excluded him from their bedroom games and he'd spent his nights alone.

On Monday he was left entirely to himself as the women went shopping in town. They were all too happy to share their bargains with him when he came in from the evening milking. He tried to express some interest in their wares, but in the end he wound up watching the evening news alone after the women retired to Susan's bedroom.

Tuesday it rained in the morning. At lunch Susan asked him to crawl up in the attic and bring down a couple boxes for her. He pulled himself up into the dusty room and poked around the various things until he found the boxes marked with a black felt pen. One read, Mardi Gras, the other Wedding.

The boxes were only slightly larger than a medium suitcase, he wrestled them to the access hatch and passed them down to Susan. She and Diane giggled with school girl glee and fled to the living room with their prizes leaving Doug to find his own way down from the attic.

The rain stopped. Doug announced he was going out to work on the water trough in the holding pen. He received some sort of garbled acknowledgement from them both.

"I'm the only one doing any work around this place these days." Doug pouted while pulling on his muck boots. He trudged out to the holding pen with a couple wrenches and went to work. It only took an hour or so to complete his job there. He sat on the wood fence for a few minutes watching the trough fill with water and wondering what the ladies were up to.

Doug crammed the wrenches in his back pocket then elected to sneak up to the living room bay window. He peeked in.

Susan and his mother were embracing and kissing with a passion only privacy would grant. Some pressed flowers were on the coffee table along with an open photo album. An incense punk was smoking in a brass holder at the center of the table.

Doug thought he was some sort of dirt bag for peeping at them, but he rationalized it by thinking they'd have closed the drapes if they didn't want someone watching.

Doug shifted his position a bit bumping into a carved wood garden gnome. He cringed hoping they hadn't heard him. He returned his attention to the women, they hadn't seemed to notice.

The women slid from the couch to the floor pushing the coffee table out of the way in the same motion. Susan unbuttoned Diane's blouse and pushed it off her shoulders without coming up for air. Diane returned the favor. They pressed their naked breasts together and clung to each other in what seemed almost desperation.

Doug's cock went from limp to hard in a nanosecond. He laid the gnome on its side and knelt on it to get a better view. The women alternated kissing and caressing each other's breasts for what seemed an eternity. Doug rubbed his aroused and throbbing cock through his jeans.

Diane ripped Susan's shorts open and struggled getting them down her thighs. They gave up their embrace long enough to remove the last of their clothing. Naked, they came back together, each of them sliding a hand into the other's crotch. Susan's fingers disappeared in his mother's pussy as the women kissed again. Doug was sure Susan was getting the same treatment from Diane. The front of his boxers grew damp with pre-cum.

The women fingered each other for several minutes. Their bodies convulsed and ground against each other. Their faces contorted in visions of wanton pleasure. Doug was struggling to maintain composure. Finally he gave up and fished his engorged cock from his jeans and stroked it slowly.

Susan broke their embrace and withdrew her fingers. She licked them, kissed Diane then jumped up and left the room. Her small tits bounced and her ass wiggled with every step.

Diane watched her go then leaned back against the couch licking her own fingers. Her thighs were spread, her pussy on display, the lips pink, swollen and wet. Doug stroked a little faster. He felt he should be ashamed beating his meat while staring at his mom's pussy, but he couldn't deny the lust pouring through him. Diane seemed oblivious to his presence and massaged her heavy tits while she waited. She broke into a big smile when Susan returned.

Doug's eyes went wide when Susan displayed a massive dildo to Diane. She waved it as if it were a sporting trophy or something. Diane laughed and nodded at something Susan said. Doug was impressed and intimidated by the size of the rubber phallus. He knew he'd measure up poorly against it.

Holy crap is Sue going to use that thing on Mom? Where in hell did she get that? Doug stroked even faster.

Susan knelt next to Diane, but placed the giant toy on the coffee table. Susan pushed Diane's legs further apart and settled between them probing Diane's pussy with her tongue. Diane closed her eyes and laid her head back. Susan licked and fingered her while Diane squeezed and pinched her dark nipples in time with her writhing.

It wasn't long before Diane was fucking herself on Susan's fingers. Susan's tongue flicked out and teased Diane's clit on every thrust. Diane's pussy was flooded with her excitement. Doug thought sure he could hear slurping in time with her humping.

Doug's orgasm was approaching. He beat his cock mercilessly and just as his mother shuddered and her face convulsed in ecstasy his cum erupted and splattered on the vinyl siding below the window. Doug's head dipped below the window sill and he gasped for air. His cock jerked and thick white cum discharged time and again as his arm jerked to a halt.

Doug let his breathing return to normal then peeked above the sill. The women were embracing. Diane's pussy was still on display, drenched, inflamed and in spite of it being his mom's, he thought it looked inviting. Susan's pussy was hidden by her legs, but her tits were visible, the nipples distended like small berries.

Doug's cock hung limp from his fly, a single drop of semen oozed from the tip. He wiped it away absently as Susan moved to the couch. She placed her ass on the edge with her feet flat on the floor. Susan leaned back as Diane got on her hands and knees between Susan's. She started lapping Susan's pussy and before long was fingering her as well.

Susan's eyes opened and made contact with Doug's, she smiled. He snapped his head down below the sill again and hid there for a moment.

Damn, she always catches me doing stupid shit.

He stood the Gnome back up and crawled away from the window. Out of sight from it he stood, pushed his dick back in his pants and zipped up.

Doug walked toward the barn shaking his head. "Man I've got to find some work to do."

***

Doug managed to stay busy in and around the barn for the remainder of the day. He did the milking alone and turned the cows out for the evening then went back to the house. The absence of any sort of cooking aroma caught his attention. He went in the kitchen and made a sandwich before he heard giggling from the living room.

Doug found the women sitting on the floor. They'd opened the boxes and had their contents scattered about.

Both were wearing shorts and button up blouses, but no bras. They had on masks that covered the upper half of their faces. Susan's was purple with sequins around the eyes and outer edge. A small plume of matching feathers on her left temple. His mom's was yellow with a Fleur-de-lis in the middle of the forehead and a long red feather standing up from there.

They greeted him with a toast of their wine glasses.

"Gee nobody told me we were playing dress up today. I've actually been working," Doug said.

"Working? When you weren't watching maybe," Susan said. The women giggled together.

Doug chuckled red faced as he took a seat cross legged. "Well there is that." He dug amongst the souvenirs picking up a large wad of colored beads. "Looks like someone was showing off down in New Orleans."

Diane laughed. "Figures you'd know how to get those." She handed him a glass of wine. "We're drinking our supper tonight. Dig in."

Doug took a sip. "No tequila?"

"Absolutely not," Diane said.

Doug smiled and swung a single strand of beads on his finger. "So, who wants these?"

Susan laughed and handed him an unadorned gold mask. "Here, this is the one Ron wore on our trip down there."

Doug took the offered mask. He examined it. It was cheap with an elastic head band, there was a dry sweat stain near the top. He shrugged and put it on then resumed twirling the beads. "Well?"

Doug glanced back and forth between the ladies. Even though he knew exactly who they were, the masks seemed to lend a small amount of anonymity to them. He felt arousal growing.

He was mildly surprised when his mom pulled her blouse open and displayed her big tits for him. She covered them instantly and held her hand out. "Oh hell, give me those damn things," she said.

Doug fished another string out and swung them in Susan's direction. Diane dropped her string over her head.

Susan sipped her drink then opened her top for him. Doug smiled and handed her the string. She didn't bother covering up, she just looped the string over her head.

Diane lunged forward, her tits wiggled free of her blouse, tantalizing. She seized a handful of beads and split them between her and Susan. "We're not going to be the only ones showing what we've got here tonight." She swung a string on her finger and stared at Doug.

Doug stared back. Those were his mom's lips and her eyes, but the mask was weaving some sort of a spell, hiding her true self from him. Her eyes reflected playful lust. He pulled his tee shirt off being careful to avoid pulling his mask off. He wondered if his disguise was having the same affect on the ladies. He cast the tee shirt away and took the string from his mom.

Wine glasses were refilled and over the course of the next few minutes the two women sat naked and Doug remained clad only in his boxers. The pile of beads had been reduced to a just few strings. Susan swung one on her finger. "Show us the prize Lover."

Doug glanced down at his crotch. His cock was rigid, tenting his shorts. He suddenly felt embarrassed and reluctant to display his naked hard-on for his mom's perusal. "Maybe we should play a different game now," he said.

Susan and Diane shook their heads. "Come on now, we've both seen you naked before. Don't be a spoiled sport," Susan said.

Doug glanced over at his mom's yellow disguise. She smiled and continued to swing a string of beads on her finger.

"Last time mom saw me naked I was six."

"Well, it's long overdue then. Show us what you've got Baby," Diane said.

Doug's heart leapt into is throat and he breathed rapid and deep. What the hell, things were are about to get really weird. He decided to try to accept the disguise and pretended she was someone else.

He stood up, took a final deep breath and whipped the underwear down to his ankles. The women beamed and Susan tossed a string onto his stiff cock. He couldn't help it, he laughed, a little nervous. The humor did nothing to reduce his throbbing hard-on. A glistening drop of pre-cum leaked from the tip. He rubbed it off. Unsure what she'd do, he presented his erection to his mother.

Diane smiled. "A chip off the old block I see." She tossed a string at him. It landed on his cock and slid next to the first. Within a minute the women were laughing in hysterics and six or seven strings of beads hung from his cock. He stepped out of his boxers and flung them away.

Susan grabbed his cock, removed the beads and stroked it using long slow movements. Diane cleared the coffee table and dragged it into the center of the room. She gestured for Susan to lay back on the table, her ass near its edge and her feet on the floor. Susan dragged Doug along, not releasing her grip.

Diane engaged Susan in a long kiss while she fondled the smaller woman's breasts. Susan pulled Doug up to her rubbing the head of his cock up and down her drenched lips. Doug looked around for the giant dildo before he dropped to his knees. He didn't see it anywhere, so he pushed into Susan's pussy with a groan. If she'd had the dildo used on her, it hadn't stretched her out. Her pussy was as tight as ever.

Diane continued to kiss and caress Susan's upper body while Doug worked his pole in and out of Susan's pussy. Doug was certain he couldn't last long after all this fore play, so he grabbed Susan's hips and slowed his thrusting.

"That's really good Baby, but I need to eat some pussy too," Susan said moaning.

"That's my cue," Diane said. She stood and straddled the table facing away from Doug. She lowered her sex to Susan's masked face.

Doug stared down at his mother's naked ass resting just above Susan's tits. Tremors ran rhythmically across her cheeks. He nearly lost it right there. Her ass was so round, heart shaped and sexy. In spite of her disguise, she was his mom, he shook his head. He tried to distract himself by watching his reflection in the window. He commanded the words of a children's song to run through his mind.

"Oh God, that's so good Sue," Diane said between her sighs and tremors. Doug, in spite of his wishes, increased his pace knowing he was going explode any moment. He was distracted by his mother standing back up and turning to face him. She lowered her pussy to Susan's lips again and threw her arms around Doug's shoulders.

"Don't let it go yet Baby," Diane said. "Try for all of us together."

Doug groaned and leaned forward and kissed the woman in the yellow mask. He struggled not to think of her as mom. Her lips parted and he tasted her tongue and her passion. He couldn't take it any longer. He cried out and came deep inside Susan's pussy. Diane held him up, caressing and kissing him as he gulped in air, panting.