The Sitter Ch. 01

I surged forward, into Mom's arms, and buried my face between her tits. The vanilla scent of her perfume enveloped me. I kissed the slopes of her breasts, licked and caressed them. I pinched her nipples between thumb and forefinger, and then latched on to one with my lips and began to suck. Mom took my head in her hands and pressed me into her tit, running her fingers through my hair and moaning. I'd never heard my mother make that sound, and it excited me immensely, particularly the fact that it came in response to my actions.

I was surprised when Karen nudged up against me and grabbed Mom's free breast so that she too could suckle at Mom's teat. I started to pull away in wonderment, wanting to watch, but Mom pushed me back into her and I began sucking again. I could see Mom's other hand massaging and kneading Karen's head, just as she did with me. Wanting to be the good son, the favored child, I redoubled my efforts, trying to swallow Mom's entire breast in my mouth. My cock pressed against Mom's thigh, precum practically spraying from it, but washed away by the motion of the water.

Karen broke away from Mom's tit and moved upward, finding her lips and giving her a long, soulful kiss. One of Karen's own massive breasts pressed into Mom's, their nipples denting one another's flesh. I tried pulling away from Mom once more, and this time she let me go, intent on Karen. I sat back, trying to catch my breath and stave off the violent orgasm threatening to erupt from my body. The feelings, the scents, the sounds were all so overwhelming. I was still an eighteen-year-old kid, clearly out of my depth, living one of my deepest, darkest fantasies, once thought unattainable.

Mom and Karen parted, and both regarded me with some concern. "Are you okay, honey'"

"Yeah," I said. "it's all just a little. . . much to take in."

"Do you want to stop'" Karen asked, brow furrowed with worry. "Just say the word, Bill." Mom nodded intently.

"Are you kidding'" I said. "I just need to catch my breath -- I'm not stopping now, this close to the promised land." Both women smiled at me, and then at one another. Mom nudged Karen with her nose, a delicate movement that made me realize Mom probably felt the same way about Karen that I did. I would have been jealous, were they not both there in front of me, waiting to fuck me.

"Why don't we relieve some of the pressure, then," Mom suggested, "and then retire to the bedroom, where there's so much more leg room'"

"An excellent idea," Karen suggested. She cupped her hands before her, pointing in my direction. "Janine'"

Mom slid forward, the water swishing and bubbling around her thighs, and put her palms on my hips. "Up you go, honey. I don't want to get any water up my nose."

At her behest, I rose from the water, and she guided me down onto the lip of the tub. My cock jutted out from between my legs, swollen and throbbing, angling directly towards my mother's smiling lips. Her eyes were locked upon my girth, and she licked her lips. With one hand she swept hair behind an ear and with the other reached out to grip my hardness, her hand sliding easily over its slick length.

Time seemed to stand still as my mother leaned forward. Her lips parted, and she aimed my cock at her open mouth. Her tongue darted out to lick the swollen head, and my cock squirted precum into her mouth. Mom attacked my cock, latching her mouth to the tip of my dick and sucking hard. Her cheeks hollowed from the suction, and I lurched in her mouth. Slowly she eased her lips down the length of my cock, engulfing my entire hardness centimeter by centimeter. I groaned and put my hands on Mom's shoulders, resisting the primal urge to start thrusting. Mom buried her nose in my bush, swallowing my whole cock. Then she slid back until only the tip remained encased in her warm and wet mouth. Her tongue drilled into my pisshole, and her saliva and my precum leaked out from between her lips to slide down the length of my dick. Mom sucked me in again, her tongue undulating along the underside of my cock as she swallowed me. She released me once more, letting my cock fall from her mouth, and then began to kiss her way down its length. When she reached the base, she sucked each of my balls into her mouth in turn and then dragged her lips back to the crown.

She sucked and licked my cockhead, swallowing all the juice that sprayed from the top of my cock, and took my cock into her throat again. She released me once more, and looked me in the eye. "Let me taste you, honey," she said. "I want your cum in my mouth." She bent forward and engulfed me, sucking me deep into her throat. I felt the cum boiling in my balls, and again forced myself not to thrust.

Mom sort of corkscrewed her mouth as she drew back again, and somehow that triggered the orgasm that had been building for the last twenty minutes. My cock lurched between her lips and went off, jetting a wad of cum into her mouth. Mom's eyes widened and the corners of her mouth turned up into a semi-smile as she felt my cum splatter on her tongue. Automatically she tightened the seal so that nothing could escape as I continued to cum. But when I kept cumming, Mom couldn't help letting some leak out, dripping down her chin. When the flood subsided, I collapsed against the wall and my cock began to deflate. Mom kept me between her lips, however, sucking up the last few drops of cum sticking to the tip of my dick. Finally she released me, and used her fingers to scrape the cum off her chin and suck it into her mouth.

"Wow," Mom said. "I know you weren't backed up. Was all that for little ol' me'"

"What can I say, Mom'" I told her, gasping. "You bring out the best in me."

Mom's tongue darted out to lick cum off her lips. "I'm so proud of you, honey," she said with a smile.

"C'mon," Karen said, hopping out of the hot tub and grabbing a towel. She jiggled enticingly with each step. "Watching the two of you is the most amazing thing in the world. But I want to see the main event."

Mom smiled shyly at me. "What do you think, honey'" she asked. "Do you think she deserves a show'"

I surged to my feet, my dick already beginning to regain its stiffness. "You bet!" I exclaimed, and both women laughed at my eagerness. Karen batted at me with the towel, and I grabbed it, pulling her into me. Her plush breasts pressed against my chest, and she leaned down to give me a long, passionate kiss.

Mom drained the tub and picked up a towel of her own, drying her lush body with a few quick strokes. With a salacious wink at me, she darted into her bedroom, giving me a chance to stare at her bouncy, tanned ass. Karen broke our kiss and followed the line of my gaze. "I burn too easily," Karen grumbled. "You don't hold it against me, do you'"

In response, I tweaked a nipple. She laughed, and pecked me on the lips. Then she stepped back and used the towel to give me a quick rubdown. I tried to protest, but she insisted. When I was dry, she led me by the hand into Mom's bedroom.

Mom had turned down the bed, and now lay draped across it, a hand in her crotch tracing the lips of her soaking wet pussy. My cock bounced against my stomach as it thickened to its maximum length. I stumbled as all the blood left my brain and surged into my dick, but Karen caught me and kept me from landing on my face.

"Why don't you catch your breath, stud," Karen suggested. "I see a hot, juicy pussy with my name on it."

"Fuh'" I said sublimely, somehow finding a seat on the bed.

Karen shook her head slightly, and slid between Mom's legs, lightly running her hands over Mom's calves and thighs. Mom bit her lower lip and spread her legs. Karen chuckled throatily and placed little kisses up and down Mom's thighs; the muscles tensed and bunched as Karen's lips brushed against them.

I fought the urge to jerk off, and forced myself to put my hands behind my back and watch.

Karen blew gently against Mom's pussy and kissed her stomach, flicking her tongue against Mom's belly button. She still had not physically touched Mom's pussy, but Mom was panting, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, breasts, and thighs. Mom cupped her tits and tugged at her hardened nipples. Karen paused, flipped her long auburn hair away from her face, and gave me a sly look. Mom whimpered urgently, and my cock throbbed at the sound.

Karen pressed her lips against Mom's belly button again, and then kissed her way down Mom's pubic mound. When she reached Mom's pussy, Mom's whimper turned to a moan. Karen placed her hands on Mom's pelvis and used her thumbs to spread the lips of Mom's pussy apart. Karen's mouth pressed against Mom's cunt, her tongue lashing out to lick and taste Mom's juices. One of Mom's hands abandoned a breast and fell to Karen's head, kneading her hair and pushing her face deeper into her pussy. Mom's juices dripped out of her, coating Karen's mouth and chin, and creating a puddle on the sheets beneath them. Her prodigious chest heaved as she gasped with pleasure. Mom suddenly shuddered, and her thighs closed around Karen's head, muscles tensing all over her body.

Mom sagged back, and Karen extricated herself from her embrace. Both women were grinning broadly. Karen crawled up Mom's luscious body to give her a kiss, allowing Mom to lick her juices from Karen's chin. They giggled, and both looked at me. "Aw, poor Bill. He looks so lonely over there," Karen said. "Janine, you'd better take care of him." She rolled across the bed, settling against the headboard on Mom's right.

Mom sat up, spreading her legs slightly and making her gaping pussy wink at me. "I'm feeling a little wrung out, actually," Mom said. "Mind if we fuck tomorrow, sweetie'"

My heart fell, though my dick throbbed between my legs, harder than ever. "I, uh, I guess so. . ."

Mom laughed and slid toward me. "I'm kidding, honey. The very thought of having you inside me gets me charged up and ready. Having you here, on my bed, your cock hard because of me, is making the pit of my stomach do cartwheels and my pussy ache with need." She kissed me, her tongue slipping into my mouth, her tits pressed against my chest and her nipples scraping against me. I returned her kiss with equal passion, tasting her, breathing her in, wrapping my arms around her and holding her tight. She broke away and looked me in the eyes. "I love you, Bill, in more ways than a mother should. It took me a long time to realize that and I hope. . . I hope someday you won't hate me for what we're about to do."

I kissed her again. "Mom," I told her. "I want this. I think I've always wanted this. I love you too, more than a son should."

"Well, then," Mom said with a hungry smile. "Come and get me." She reclined against the bed, pulling me with her. My hardness pressed against her belly, and our skin burned where it touched. Mom gripped me by the base of my cock and aimed me at her weeping gash. My heart thundered in my chest, and I could feel Mom's heart beating just as rapidly. Her breasts heaved, sweat trickling down the valley between them, as the swollen head of my cock nestled into her pussy. "Oh God," she said. Tears formed in her eyes, but she smiled. "It feels so good already," she gasped. "Fuck me, baby. My baby, fuck me."

So I did. With a groan, I levered my length into her sheathe, burying my cock in her pussy with one smooth thrust. I rested there for a moment, too amazed to move. My eyes widened in wonder as her heat enveloped me, washed over me, swallowed me. Mom bit her lip, eyes closing slightly, and I felt my own eyes mist over as well. A tremendous feeling of love, tainted with overpowering lust, welled up within me as I beheld my mother and the physical connection joining us. Mom broke before I did; her hips pressed up against me, trying to force me deeper, and I obliged. "Mooommmm," I cried out, pulling out slightly and driving myself back into her. Her pussy clenched around me, caressing my length as I rammed into her. She was so hot, so wet, and yet so tight as well. I could feel every pink fold with my cock, every ridge of flesh, and then the purple mushroom tip of my cock pressed against the roof of her cervix.

Mom's eyes widened. "Oh my God," Mom hissed. "My baby is so big."

I felt my cock throb and grow larger within her at her words, and I fucked into her as hard as I could. Mom fucked back with equal energy, tits bobbing with each thrust, her hips slamming into mine. Our pubic bones scraping together painfully, but the pleasure we felt was too intense, drowning out all other sensation. We needed desperately to become one flesh -- again -- and this was the only way.

Mom's long, bronze legs wrapped around my waist and her calves pressed into my ass, urging me on. Her arms tightened around my body, pushing me into her breasts. Her mouth sought mine, trying to kiss, but the force of our bodies colliding together kept our lips from meeting. I braced my arms on the bed beside her lovely head, and began to really pound into her. My lower back ached, my arms shook, my thighs and calves quivered with the strain, but I barely felt them. My mind was preoccupied with my raging cock, piercing into my mother's secret hole, filling her completely. Her pussy, a velvet vice, tightened around my flesh, her juices soaking into my skin and matting my pubic hair.

With each thrust, Mom grunted in a mix of pleasure and pain, and I echoed her. Her nails dug into my shoulders, her pussy melted around my cock. Mom's eyes widened even more, and her mouth dropped open. She sucked in a deep breath and released it in a high-pitched whine at the same moment that she went rigid beneath me. The walls of her pussy clenched around me, almost pinching me, and her body began to shake. I paused, still rigid, within her, and when her climax subsided, I kissed the hollow of her throat, then her chin, and then her lips. Her eyes were closed, but they opened, bright blue and shining, when I touched her lips.

"That was. . . that was. . .," she gasped.

"I told you he was a natural," Karen chimed in. I started, surprised. I'd completely forgotten she was there.

So had Mom. "Jesus, Karen, you're still here'" Slowly, I began to thrust into Mom again, and she gasped. "Baby is still hard, isn't he'"

I nodded wordlessly, picking up the pace once again, seeking the rhythm we had momentarily lost. Mom found it again with a lusty grin, her hips jamming against me once more. Karen started clapping.

"We better fix that," Mom added huskily. "Have to take care of my sweetie." Her words made my cock throb and kick within her, but I'd already cum enough times that night to stave off the flood for a little longer. My first fuck with Mom was going to be one to remember for all time, I promised myself. Well, actually, that's implying I had any amount of lucidity at that point. Really, all I wanted to do was make my mommy feel good before I let go.

She grabbed my head with both hands and held it steady long enough to kiss me. I tasted her salty tears on her lips as she sucked my tongue into her mouth. Her head fell back suddenly; the second orgasm had come quicker than the first, but this time Mom kept moving through it. Her grip tightened on my shoulders, her legs pressed against my ass, driving me deeper into her, and her eyes rolled back in her skull. She cried out again, her hips on auto-pilot, and I maintained my speed, thrusting into her.

Karen later told me that, at that point, she had half her hand up her cunt and she was dying to jump into the action with us. It took all her willpower to simply watch.

"Oh God," Mom moaned again. "Don't stop, sweetie, don't ever stop. Fuck your mother, fuck me," she gasped. A good son, I did as she asked, driving deeper and deeper into her. Again and again I butted against the roof of her cervix, and her pussy tightened and tightened around my pistoning prick. We fit so well together, almost as if my cock were designed to fit into her socket. Mother and son, locked in an incestuous embrace, connected more tightly, more perfectly than anything else I had ever known. This was the woman who had carried me inside her, given birth to me, raised me. She kissed my skinned knees, taught me right from wrong, held my hand crossing the street, taught me how to read and ride a bike. And now, she was teaching me how to fuck.

Sex with Karen was fantastic, beyond question, both the physical sensations and the fact that a long sought after fantasy had come true. But sex with Mom was more than merely fantastic. It was beyond amazing. It was perfect, so good that it hurt. Fucking Mom was transcendent.

As that realization hit me, Mom's third orgasm crested, and she thrashed beneath me, driven mad with pleasure. Her pussy squeezed me, coaxing my own climax. My toes curled and the muscles in my thighs and back bunched up. My cock rammed deeply into her, the swollen head butting up against the roof of her cunt, tight and juicy, hot as a furnace. My balls contracted and my cock throbbed, bucked, and shot it's first wad of incestuous sperm into my mother's cunt. Another followed behind it, and another, a tide of cum that soaked the inner walls of Mom's pussy, a drop in the ocean as Mom's cum poured out of her and stained the bed and my thighs. And still I came, charge after charge jetting from my cock, my body rigid, my heart hardly beating as my totality centered on my erupting cock.

At last, spent, I collapsed upon my mother, gasping, body limp. Mom cooed in my ear, rubbing me head and back with her hands, and my ass and thighs with her calves.

My whole body ached, most especially my rapidly deflating cock, still embedded in my mother. I was dazed and losing consciousness, but I felt the bed shift as Karen sidled close to us and wrapped her arms around me. She laid her head against Mom's shoulder, giving her a little kiss, and the three of us drifted off to a much deserved sleep.