2 Moms, A Tale - Ch. 1-3
Patty's promotion proves the beginning of intrigue and danger for two best friends and their sons.
By Rae & Roger
This erotic adventure depicts explicit sexual encounters between consenting adults over the age of 18 and includes incest. Any resemblance to real characters is highly unlikely, but not outside the realm of reason. Adult language and situational erotic behavior may be offensive to some individuals. If that offends, stop reading now.
More than just a trim
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," gasping, arching, lifting her hips off the bed. Again, "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," a second thrashing orgasm. I checked my thoroughness with my tongue and fingers. Deliberate pressure with my tongue and fingertips brushing her now-smooth-as-silk-mons brings her writhing hips to a rigid tension. She pumps once. The quiet is deafening. She gasps, "holy shit!" Thighs spread and the unmistakable sound as her vaginal petals pulling free from one another. I peel back the hood covering her most delicious nubbin inviting the tip of my tongue.
Head back, mouth wide open again. This time a silent scream of rapture. Legs pumping like mad for a third, even more powerful orgasm. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." I barely keep my lips between her petals, suckling on her clit as she bucks to yet another massive orgasm. Gasping, she clutched at the sheets as fingernails ripped at the fabric and then on to my head. She's mashing my head into her super wet snatch as she floods my mouth with 'girl cum'. Wow, I love it. Still gasping, "holy shit! Incredible! That's the best I've ever had!" Sweat glistening on her thighs, belly, heaving breasts and beautiful face. She's flushed bright red and holding my head into her pussy. Ah, the rewards for doing a great job. She pulls me up and into a passionate kiss. All this for a simple trim with landing strip.
Chapter One -- Promotion Celebration
Forgive me for jumping ahead in my story. Here begins my tale:
I'm Robert (Rob) Ryan, single for seven months now (after my divorce), five-nine and fit for twenty-six. My mother, Patricia (Patty), a regular at the gym, a month short of fifty-one and a MILF according to my friends (honestly, me too). Mom is a bit over five-five and carries a few well-placed yummy pounds. She's my Aphrodite with silky smooth, lightly freckled skin sporting magnificent C-cups and a slim, athletic waist. My redheaded MILF of a mom has been on my mind as a sex object since my early teens. I get my light brown hair from my dad. Sadly, we lost dad when he perished with four other firefighters in an explosion six years ago. So, mom has been alone since then.
Patty has been working at the bank since dad passed and worked her way to teller supervisor a few years ago and has been promoted to operations manager. Her tellers and the VP of Operations (Cheryl Burke, another MILF) took her out for a celebratory dinner/party last Friday night. As mom described it, the ladies started dinner with wine and moved to the lounge for an after-dinner drink (more likely drinks). A few shots and the conversation turned to the topic of sex and how often they 'weren't getting any'. This led to how each wished they had a young stud to "scratch their itch." Most of the women are well past forty and not getting any lovin' (as mom put it).
As she put it; "the 'youngsters' left the party early leaving me, Cheryl and two of my 'mature babe' tellers behind."
"Cheryl insisted 'us grown-ups' head over to the male stripper club nearby for a final nightcap and some 'stimulation' before heading home to their respective BOBs or other massive device (Cheryl's words) they use." (Really mom?) Long story short, they went to the Ladies-Night-Out Strip Club, had entirely too many shots and as mom later explained it: "we bought us a coupla' stripper dudes." Too much booze; too many five-dollar bills in the dancer's g-strings; too close to the models' packages and they were asked to leave just before one a.m. You get the picture. It was time to call a cab. Instead, mom called me to say she'd be home soon.
Chapter Two -- Taking the girls home
Since my divorce I'd been living with Patty (mom) since my ex got the condo. Mom called to let me know she was on her way home and that she was a bit plastered (really? Can we say understatement?). I could hear hooting and hollering of "let's do this again" in the background. I insisted that I pick up all of them to be sure they were all taken home and not taken advantage of. Cheryl took mom's phone to say thanks and to give me directions. I hung up my cell with a smile on my face and couldn't wait to meet the woman attached to the sultry (and very drunk) voice.
The club is only a few minutes from home. Mom was out front with Cheryl and two other women. All were very inebriated. After piling into my SUV they loudly provided me with directions to their cars. Nope, not happening on my watch. I insisted I would take everyone home safely. Arguing they could drive was dismissed and they all finally allowed me to take them home. I escorted each to their door and got them inside. One husband thanked me and offered money for my services when he found out I was 'Patty's boy'.
"Thanks, but no. I'd hope you'd do the same for my mom someday." He shook my hand in thanks and helped his obviously horny, plastered wife into her house. I mention this because the loud conversations while I drove dealt mainly with what the women would have done to the contents of the dancers' g-strings if they had the chance.
Last beauty being dropped at home was Cheryl Burke, mom's boss. The last thing she whispered to me as she grabbed me into a mouth-to-mouth kiss was "why don't you come in and pound my snatch into submission" (her words). Wow, maybe another time I thought. Cheryl insisted I give her my cell number because, as she trilled; "I'm gonna' send you some pictures that will change your mind."
I gave her my number. Shame on me, but as she turned to go inside, I reached out and squeezed her butt. One nice butt I may add. She turned, giggled, mouth open slurring: "I liked that. I'm so sending pictures right now. Call me!" She gave me the hand signal for 'call me' and blew me a kiss.