Breakfast With Mom

I woke up that morning from hearing the front door slam shut. The alarm clock on my nightstand was only half past seven, and I remember thinking it strange that someone was up and about, much less leaving the house, that early on a Saturday morning. I got out of bed and looked out the window, and I saw my father get into his car and drive off. Judging by the look on his face and his vivid movements, he seemed really angry. And he sure disappeared fast.

My name is Peter, and I am 22 years old. I was visiting my folks that weekend, since I had a short break from college at the time. My girlfriend had broken up with me the week before and I figured that spending a little time back home would help me get over her faster. I got back into bed but I just couldn't go back to sleep. Partly because of the rude awakening, but also because I couldn't stop wondering why my dad had stormed off in such a hurry. Seeing that I was already awake, I put on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt and headed downstairs to get some breakfast.

When I entered the kitchen, I was surprised to see my mom and brother already sitting at the table. Chris was two years older than me and he too was home visiting our parents over the weekend. Since he had a job on the east coast and I was studying in L.A., this was one of those rare occasions when we were both home at the same time.

It didn't take me long to realise that something was wrong. I could see that my mom had been crying, and Chris was holding her hand as if he was trying to comfort her. With dad's hasty departure in mind, things started to fall into place. I crouched down beside mom, placed my hand on her back and asked her:

"What's wrong, mom? I can see that you've been crying."

"Oh, Peter... It's your dad. We haven't had it easy since you and your brother moved out. He's been cheating on me with some tramp at his office. At first he tried to hide it from me, but in the last few months he hasn't even tried to be discrete. I know where he has been and what he's been doing. And he knew that I knew, but he didn't care."

I can't describe how mad I got with my dad! I had never seen eye-to-eye with him on much, and mom and I had always been much closer. It was the same with Chris. But no matter what, he was still my dad and I had never thought that he would cheat on mom. Like most kids, I had always thought that my parents would just stay together forever.

"Dad was out last night," my brother cut in. "He didn't get back until six this morning and I woke up from hearing him yelling at mom."

It seemed like my brother was a lighter sleeper than I.

"Are you ok?" I asked mom. I knew that it was a stupid question, but I just couldn't come up with a better line.

"I'll be fine, honey," she said with a strained smile. "I'm just a little shook up from all the things he said to me before he took off..."

"Tell me, mom. What did he say?" I asked as I took her hand in mine.

Mom wiped a tear from her eye, and squeezed my hand gently as she replied, "Well, I asked him where he had been all night. As if I didn't already know the answer... He told me that he had been with a real woman. Someone who doesn't bitch about where he's been and what he wants. Someone who isn't as cold as an icebox and doesn't want to put up when he's in the mood. You know what I mean..."

Of course I knew what mom meant, but I just couldn't believe it. I just couldn't understand how dad was willing to throw away his relationship with this beautiful woman! Sure, my mom was past her fortieth birthday, but she certainly didn't look like it. Her dark, brown hair was still silky and just barely reached down to her shoulder blades. She had brown eyes that accentuated the tone of her tanned skin and her body showed no signs of giving birth to two sons at a fairly young age. My mother was a beautiful woman, even this early in a cotton dressing gown, and I have to confess that I had been fantasising about her on more than one occasion while jerking off. And if you ever saw my mom, you wouldn't blame me!

I stood up behind mom and started to rub her shoulders through the dressing gown she was wearing. I could feel how tense she was, naturally all worked up from her rough morning.

"Am I really that horrible?" she suddenly asked with a sigh. "Could it be that your father is right about me? That I'm a cold, old woman who no one could ever feel attracted to?"

"No!" I responded almost as a reflex. "Mom, you are not cold. It feels a bit strange to tell you this, but if you don't mind my saying so, I think you're hot! You are still one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen, and if dad isn't smart enough to realise that, I think that he should..."

Suddenly, I was thrown off from what I was saying. When looking down on mom I noticed that she had goose bumps on her arms. I could feel her tension releasing, and her breathing was getting deeper. This caught me completely off guard, and I didn't know what to do.

"...that he should...?" mom asked, as if eager to hear me finish my sentence.

"Sorry," I blurted out. "...that he should find somewhere else to stay and let you get on with your life without him."

Chris, still sitting beside mom at the table, agreed.

"Pete is right, mom. If dad can't see what a great woman you are, then you're better off without him."

Relaxing more and more from my massage, mom's voice was much calmer as she said:

"Perhaps you're right. Seeing how things have been between us the past few years, I might as well find someone else to love..."

As I continued to massage my mother's shoulders, I could feel her breathing getting heavier. I didn't know what to make of it but I could feel a bulge building up in my underwear. Trying to hold it back, I glanced at my brother, almost as a silent request for help or advice. But Chris was just sitting there, staring at mom with a fascinated look on his face.

"Oh Peter!" mom said with a low-key voice. "You really give a good massage. That was just what I needed."

She arched her neck backwards and smiled at me and as she did so she gave me a very good view down her dressing gown. I could make out the edges of a lime green satin nightgown underneath and her chest was heaving up and down beneath it all. I smiled back at her as I tried not to look down her dressing gown but it took all my mental strength to hold back the growing hard-on in my pants.

"I love you boys," mom said as she took Chris by the hand and gave him a smile too.

Then she suddenly got up and turned to me again. With a teasing smile she looked down at my groin, where my sweatpants were doing a lousy job of hiding my erection. Taking one step closer to me, mom said, "...and it looks like you have some strong feelings for me too, Peter."

I was so embarrassed that I just wanted to disappear through the floor. Knowing that mom was fully aware of my hard-on, I lost what little control I had left of it. Standing there with a growing bulge, I tried to blurt out some sort of apology.

"Mom, I'm sorry, I just..."

"That's ok, honey!" she interrupted. "As I said, I love my two boys, and I don't really think that there's anything wrong in feelings the other way around."

Those words surprised me completely, and I didn't know how to reply. I looked at Chris, but he looked as dumbfounded as I felt. My heart was beating faster and faster, as I stuttered, "O... of course not, mom. I... I... I just don't think that this is a good way of showing those emotions..."

"Nonsense, honey."

Mom took a few steps back from the table.

"That bulge in your pants only goes to show that you love your mother, and it's also a proof of me not being the cold woman that your father thinks. Let me tell you, that's one of the best compliments you can give a lady!"

With that she let off another one of those stunning smiles, and to my amazement she untied her dressing gown and let it slip to the floor. Standing there in just her green satin nightie, the vision of mom caused my already hard dick to literally ache in my pants. Chris was still sitting at the table, but from the way he was staring at mom, I knew that his cock just had to be swelling as well.

Mom stood there for a few moments, just smiling at us both, as if she wanted to scan the reactions of me and my older brother. She was so beautiful! The nightie went down to just above her knees, revealing a good portion of her gleaming, tanned legs. Her shoulders were nearly fully exposed, apart from the two, thin straps holding the nightgown in place. The morning sun was shining through the kitchen windows behind her, outlining every curve below that sexy satin. I could see that her nipples were getting hard, making two perky tips on the nightie.

I just didn't know what to do. I was so turned on by the sight in front of me, but this was my mother I was staring at! Then, almost as if she was tired of waiting for a reaction, mom suddenly approached me, and laid her arms around my neck. Looking deep into my eyes as she had never done before, she began whispering softly.

"What's wrong, honey? Don't you think that your mom is sexy? That hard-on in your pants seems to think otherwise..."

Almost paralysed I managed to reply.

"Mom, this is wrong... Sure, you're sexy. To be honest, I don't think that I've ever seen a more sexy sight in my life, but..."

"Then just let go!"

Almost before she had finished saying those four words, mom kissed me. She had kissed me thousands of times before, but not once like she did now. Those had all been a mother's kisses; this was a lover's kiss. Pressing her tongue into my mouth, she eagerly tasted me by licking and sucking mine. I couldn't hold back any longer and finally let go. This was no game and no dream. I started kissing her back, probing my tongue into her mouth, our oral juices mixing as we continued to explore each other passionately.

What happened from that point was pure instinct. I lifted my hands to her chest and started to caress her tits through that wonderful satin gown. The silky, shiny material was driving me wild and I loved the way mom's tits weighed into my hands through it. Standing there engulfed with each other, I continued to explore my mother's lips as I was fondling her breasts and hips.

Then, as if she had received an electric shock, mom flexed her entire body as she arched backwards and let out a low moan. Looking down, I saw Chris standing on his knees behind her. He had lifted up her nightie and was now stroking her ass through the pair of white, lacy panties she had on. Leaning forward, I started to kiss mom down her neck and between her tits.

"Oh, boys! That feels so good, you sure know what mom needs!" mom almost shouted as Chris and I were working on her trembling body.

"Come on, let's do this right!" she said and broke free of our grasp.

She went over to the kitchen table, climbed up and got down on her knees on it. Looking at Chris with an almost animal-like look in her eyes, she pointed at him and then on her rear end. Chris knew what she meant and pulled her panties aside, revealing a clean-shaven pussy. He gave it a few rubs with his fingers, but soon he started to lick her labia, twirling around with his tongue in mom's opening. As she started to squirm from his oral treatment, she turned to me, her eyes filled by an even hornier look than before.

"Peter, get over here and let me taste that hard cock of yours!"

Mom didn't need to ask me twice! I positioned myself in front of her and took off my pants and underwear. My cock, which was now at its full length, sprung free and mom just looked at it for a second or two. Then she bent down, grabbed my cock by the root and slowly lowered her mouth over it. This was almost too much for me! I was so close to cumming right there and then, but when mom felt me twitch she paused. Allowing me to calm down a little, she then looked up at me.

"Easy there, honey. We don't want this gun to go off too quick, now do we? We still have a lot of fun in front of us, and you wouldn't want to miss it, huh?" she said softly.

"No mom, I sure wouldn't. Now shut up and suck my cock like you have never sucked before!"

And she did. Mom gave me the most incredible blowjob I've ever had, working her way up and down my shaft while massaging my balls, which were pumping with lust. I couldn't believe the view I had in front of me; my own, satin-clad mom sucking my cock with my brother eating her pussy on the other end. My heart was beating so fast and I knew I was going to burst if I didn't get to fuck soon!

"Let's change ends for a while, huh?" I said to Chris.

"Sure!" he replied. "That doesn't look too bad to me!"

Pulling my cock out of mom's mouth, I noticed how disappointed she looked. I gently stroke her hair and smiled at her.

"Don't worry mom, I'll be inside you again in just a minute..." I said with a reassuring voice.

Mom swung around and changed position to lie down on her back. With that, I got my first good view of my mother's pussy. It was clean-shaven, with the exception of a small triangle of blonde pubic hair just above her slit. I caressed her white panties with the underside of my cock for a while and the touch of lace added even more to my already pounding shaft. After teasing mom like this for a while, I the pulled the panties down her legs and threw them aside on the table. Mom looked down at me and spread her legs wide, creating a warm, welcoming entrance between her thighs.

I grabbed my cock and pointed it to her pussy. But my teasing wasn't over yet, as I started to move closer, ever so slowly. When the head of my cock finally touched her pussy lips, mom gave out a small squeak and closed her eyes. Slowly I eased into my mother's dripping pussy and her breathing was getting faster as she started to moan louder and louder with every inch that disappeared into her.

"Yes! YES! Push that young, hard cock into your mother's cunt, Peter! Put it in there and fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME!"

Mom was screaming out words I had never even heard her use before. She was turning me on so much and when I had entered her with the full length of my cock, I started to drive it in and out. Slow at first but then picking up speed as I went on. Mom started to work with me and we soon found our mutual rhythm. With my balls smacking against her crotch, mom reached back towards Chris, who was standing behind her. He had already gotten rid of his pants and mom grabbed his cock as it stood out over her face. While arching and bucking in unison with my thrusts, she started to lick the underside of Chris' pole as if it had been a popsicle. Chris responded by bending over and putting his hands down mom's nightie, playing with her tits as she continued to lick and such his pulsating member.

By now, I had picked up quite a pace. I was fucking my mother at a furious tempo, and she followed whatever rate I set. I could feel that I was close to cumming and I bent over and grabbed her firmly by the hips. She was still wearing that amazing satin nightgown and as she started to shake from an orgasm, the feeling of that silky material against her throbbing body brought me to a climax. As I felt my juices come rushing, I pulled out and came all over mom's beautiful body. It was amazing! I have never shot such a load in my entire life! Mom was shaking in an overwhelming orgasm as I draped her satin nightie with my cum. She kept on blowing Chris' cock as she came around from her orgasm, but soon spat it out and looked at me.

"What a shame honey, I wanted to feel you cum inside me. Do you think you have more where that came from?" she said with a smirk.

Without a word, I simply gave her a confirming look, and mom replied with a smile.

"But now I have to get out of this messy thing," she said and stood up.

Mom eased the shoulder straps of the nightie aside and let it slip to the floor, giving my brother and me a quick, but arousing striptease. Kicking it aside, she then stood there buck naked in the glistening morning light. But she was nowhere near satisfied yet and as she went down on her knees in front of me, she looked up and whispered, "Let's see if we can't get some more action out of this beauty..."

With those words she swallowed my cock again. Slurping up the last of my load, mom skilfully worked her way up and down my dick and I could feel it getting hard again. I grabbed mom by the back of her head and decided the rhythm for her. After a short while, I was all ready to go again.

"Lie down on the floor, honey!" mom said as she stood up.

I had a feeling of what was coming up, so I wasn't late in doing as she had told me. I lay down with my hard cock pointing up into the air. Looking down on it, I could see mom's saliva gleaming in the morning sunlight. Then she straddled me, got a firm hold of my dick and guided it to her dripping mound. As she slowly lowered herself onto me, I could see my cock disappearing into that soft and warm tunnel again.

When she was all the way down, mom started to ride me. Up and down she went, and just like before we quickly found the rhythm together. With every lowering she did, I pushed upwards to reach as deep as possible. In a wild and passionate ecstasy, I was fucking the very pussy from which I had once been born, and it was driving me crazy! I reached up and started to play with mom's naked tits, which were bouncing up and down as she continued to fuck me.

"I can't take this anymore!" I suddenly heard Chris say.

He came up behind mom and kneeled down. Mom realised what he was up to and leaned forward just a little more to give him easier access. Chris stretched out his hand in front of mom's face and she licked his fingers until they were all wet. Oiling his cock with mom's saliva, he then positioned himself at her asshole and grabbed her hips. As he pushed slowly into her ass, mom was getting almost out of control, throwing her head back and forth, screaming loudly.

"Oh, God! I love you boys so much! Give your mother what she needs! Come on, drive your cocks deeper inside me! FUCK ME!"

Chris and I picked up our speed while mom was still riding up and down my shaft. Every time that she lowered herself onto me, she gave out a grunting, almost primal sound. Mom was lost to her animal instincts, just as my brother and I were. I felt my juices rushing again and I couldn't hold back a loud scream of pleasure.

"Mom, I'm cumming soon! Oh God, I'm going to cum again!"

"Don't you dare pull out again!" she grunted back at me through her teeth. "I want your cum inside me, I want to feel it fill me up!"

Chris was still pumping mom's ass and he too was nearing his climax. Mom looked back at him over her sweaty shoulder.

"And I want your juice in my face, Chris! Got it? Get over here and squirt it all over my lips!"

Chris just kept humping but as he started to shiver from his orgasm, he pulled out and came around to mom's face. As I kept thrusting into her, he shot a full load over her lips and cheek. Mom opened her mouth and tasted his cum, but quite a bit of it dripped down her tits and stomach and onto my chest. As mom rubbed it into my skin, I gave her my final thrusts before shooting my second load, this time right into her womb. I could feel mom quake from her orgasm again and then she fell down on me, exhausted.

We stayed in that position for a few minutes, just catching our breaths. My cock was still inside mom and I could feel some of my warm cum trickle out of her and down the length of my now slackening dick. Finally, she rolled off me and the three of us just lay there on the floor for a while more. None of us said anything; we knew we had done something strictly forbidden. The one who finally broke the silence was mom.

"Thank you, my beautiful boys. That was just what I needed. I love you, and the things we just did can't be wrong. I don't want your dad back, I just want you two to promise to come and visit me as often as you can. Will you do that for me?"