August came quickly that year and the crushing heat of summer reigned over Hammersville.
It was Tuesday afternoon. Donna was sitting on her couch watching a talk show. Between her legs, her son Josh was eating out her pussy with long slow strokes of his tongue.
"Honey, you've been down there for forty five minutes," Joan sighed, "Haven't you done enough snorkeling already?"
Josh took his tongue out of her pussy to answer. "No mom!"
Donna giggled and ruffled his hair in approval. He sure was eager, she figured.
A month and a half had passed since they had commenced their arrangement and everything was going perfectly. Josh would service Joan twice a week and perform for his mother whenever she was available.
The cordless phone on the sofa cushion beside Donna rang. She muted the tv and answered it.
"Hello?"
"Hi Donna? It's Joan."
"Hey Joan, what's going on?"
Hearing his mother talking to his lover excited Josh so he began to eat his mother's pussy with more voracity. Despite his best efforts, his mother's voice didn't break once while she was speaking.
"Are you available this evening for a quick get together at my place?" Joan asked.
"Actually Joan, Derek is coming over tonight. My husband is finally coming home next week, so I might not be able to um, accommodate him until then."
"Call him and say something came up. It's very important we talk."
"What's so urgent that you can't tell me over the phone?"
"It's Derek." Joan swallowed, "I don't know how to say this, but I think he wants me to fuck him.
Josh noticed his mother's juices thickened as it flowed over his chin and wondered what Joan was saying that excited her so much.
"Are you sure? Wow. How do you know?" Donna tried not to show too much enthusiasm while she spoke. After all, Joan did seem really shaken up about this.
"He just keeps saying very inappropriate things." Joan continued. "Ever since he confronted me about Josh, he keeps asking me all this weird stuff like if I sucked Josh's dick, or how big my boobs are, or if I would give him a 'rusty trombone'. I mean, why would I give him a musical instrument? He never even touched that guitar I bought him two Christmases ago, but worst of all, something happened last night that really bothered me."
"What?" Donna asked.
"The bold little bastard came right out and said it! He came right into the living room, pointed at his hard dick in his pants and said, 'Mom, would you help me with something?'"
Donna burst into laughter. "You've got to be kidding!"
"Of course I'm not kidding! I asked him what he was saying and he said he wanted me to suck him like you do!"
"Oh my God!" Donna gasped.
"So I told him that it's incredibly wrong for me to do that because we're mother and son and in 21 years of life on this planet haven't I taught him that much? That's when he gave me one of those pathetic puppy dog looks he does so well."
Donna wrapped her legs around Josh's neck and pulled him tighter into her pussy. "How could you resist?" Donna asked, grinding on her son's nose.
"Well I couldn't completely, so I gave him a hand job. But I swear I didn't look at it once and we were both fully clothed! Well, except for his penis of course, it was sticking out through his fly."
"He's got a big one doesn't he?"
"Yeah, it's huge, at least, it felt huge, but this is crazy. I thought you were supposed to be the one taking care of him. The whole this deal was that we'd share our big cock sons, not become our grown kid's sex slaves!"
"Speak for yourself." Donna answered bluntly.
Joan was shocked. "You've got to be kidding. Like you'd try to fuck Josh?"
"Well," Donna slyly replied, "he is eating my pussy right now. Want to talk to him?" Joan handed the receiver to Josh. "Say hello to your auntie." Donna grinned.
"Hi Auntie Joan." Josh said, greeting her playfully. The stiffness in his jaw made it somewhat hard to speak now.
"And just what are you doing?" Joan asked, sternly.
"Well, Aunt Joan, Mom really likes her afternoon talk-shows and I really like eating her pussy. Guess we found a way to make it work for both of us!"
Donna took the receiver back. "Joan?"
"Yes..."
"Are you alright?"
"Just a little... shocked...I mean... he's your son."
"And he's an adult who can make his own decisions. Besides, it's very nice to have a big cock around the house and since I can't have any more children, I figured...." "You figured you'd go for it?"
"Look Joan," Donna said, "Greg has been in Thailand on business for two months and before that he was in Boston for three weeks. I have no idea what he does when he's away, but he calls maybe once a week. What am I supposed to do? Just ignore that my son is a stud when I clearly have a need for him?"
"Yes, but the plan was for you to use Derek."
Donna bit her lip. She knew Joan was right. "I'm sorry, Joan... I guess I just got lonely here when Derek wasn't around.
"I know something about that." Joan said.
In fact she did.
Joan's husband Dan had died in a plane crash five years ago.
Joan continued. "When we agreed to all this it was to help me get through the Summer. You know that's the worst time for me." The pain in her voice was palpable.
"I'm sorry about Dan" Donna replied. "He was a good friend to us and he was a wonderful husband to you."
"I don't want to fuck Derek, because I don't want to hurt him, but when he came into the living room last night, I don't know. I guess I saw some of his father in him."
Donna released her leg lock on Josh and shooed him away. She cupped her hand over the phone's speaker. "Honey, there's a twenty in my purse ok? Take it and go get us some groceries, just enough for tonight and tomorrow ok? And don't come back for an hour!"
Begrudgingly, Josh walked upstairs to his room to put on some clothes in preparation of his errand.
"I think you should come over." Joan said finally. "We can talk here. Derek was supposed to drop by around seven o'clock, but I'm free now."
*
Thirty minutes later, Joan arrived on Donna's doorstep. She had just had a new perm put in the day before, making her thick blonde hair seem even more thick and voluminous. Donna complimented the look as she brought Joan inside to the living room. Joan sat on the couch while Donna offered her a beverage. "Wine? Tea?"
"Wine would be perfect." Joan answered. "Red, please."
Donna disappeared into the kitchen and returned with two generous glasses of ruby coloured Shiraz.
"Now honey," Donna began, "what exactly is the issue? I sent Josh on an errand so he won't be back for a little while. You can talk."
Joan shook her head. "It's insane, Donna. My own son wants to fuck me and I think I want him to do it."
Donna gave her friend a gentle hug. She could feel Joan quivering in her arms as if she was fighting to repress herself.
"You can cry, honey." Donna whispered in Joan's ear. "It's alright."
Joan broke into tears. Donna gave her a tissue from the box under the coffee table. Joan wiped them away cleanly, even catching her running mascara.
