Driving along the interstate, Donna tuned her radio for the tenth time, looking for some entertainment to get her mind off of the remaining hours of tedium. To be honest, to get it off of the fact that she was taking her son away to college as well.

She took a look at the boy sleeping beside her in the BMW. He really wasn’t a boy anymore at all, he’d grown into a fine-looking young man. Brad was 19, and he had put some muscle onto his lean 6′ frame in the last year. His beard had thickened, though he rarely grew it longer than a stubble, and his gangly appearance had settled into a confident athletic build.

Although they were hidden in his sleep, his most striking features were his piercing blue eyes, and his dazzling smile, which brought out faint dimples. These features he had inherited from her, Donna was blessed with the same, she was a natural beauty. She enjoyed watching him around girls his age, as they were almost all enamored of him, and even some of the moms had a hard time keeping their eyes off of him when he wasn’t looking.

She sighed and turned back to the radio. She was going to miss him a lot more than he’d miss her in their first year apart.

Donna found a talk radio station; some psychobabble call-in show was on. “Family relationships with Dr. Susan.”

“This might pass some time,” she thought, as the scenery flew by.

The caller was a woman, upset by the relationship between her sister-in-law and her nephew. She considered it inappropriate and wanted the doctor to agree that she should confront her brother about it.

“Now, what do you consider inappropriate?” asked the psychologist.

“Well, at Thanksgiving, they went to get some groceries. They were gone for a while, and when they came back, my sister-in-law immediately went up to shower. I noticed that her blouse was rumpled, and she had a little pine straw in her hair. Later, when I was in the bathroom, I noticed that her panties were in the trash bin, and they were torn open and just soaked with semen!”

“So, you were inspecting her panties?”

“Well, that’s not the only time. Once when I was visiting them at home and my brother was away, I saw him sneak out of her bedroom early in the morning, he was naked, and he had lipstick smeared on his face. His penis was dripping semen! And later, he walked up and stroked my rear end as I was washing dishes. Before I could turn around, he had his hands on my breasts and was kissing my neck! I look very much like my sister-in-law from behind, but when he saw that it was me, he tried to pretend that he was joking around, but I had felt his erection between my cheeks! Now my son never does those things with me!”

“So, Teresa, how did you feel when your nephew began to touch you sexually? Were you excited?”

“Well, really I was just surprised, and…”

“And?”

“Well, my neck is very sensitive. So, when he kissed it, and pinched my nipples, I guess I kind of responded, a little.”

“Responded?”

“Um, well, I kind of leaned back into him, but I didn’t know who it was!”

“So, you leaned back into a man’s erection while he fondled you, and you didn’t know it was your nephew, you didn’t know who it was at all?”

“No! He called me ‘Mommy’!” She stopped cold; this wasn’t sounding like she’d meant it.

“Now, Teresa, we need to talk about this. When you realized that it was your nephew and not your son who was pinching your nipples and rubbing his erection against your ass, were you disappointed?”

“Well I was… I mean no! You’re turning my words around! It’s not right that my nephew is doing these things to his mother!”

“So, he’s sexually attracted to his mother. Could it be that you’re jealous that your son isn’t attracted to you in the same manner?”

“Yes he is!” she retorted. “My son…” Caught again, she went silent.

“Your son what? Go on Teresa, nothing to be ashamed about, this is all just relationship issues that we’re addressing.”

“Well, I know that my son is sexually attracted to me, but I have never allowed him to act on it.”

“And you know how?”

“I’ve found his computer on some pretty graphic pornography sites that focus on boys and their mothers having sex. I know that he peeks at me in the bathroom; both of our rooms share one bath, and it’s not hard to see through the gaps in the doors. And last week I walked into his room to get laundry, and I found a pair of my panties under his bed. They were a mess, they had semen smeared all over them.”

“Just to be sure, the next day I wore a pair of very skimpy panties and left them on top of the clothes in the hamper after work. He took them into his room, and I watched him smell them and then masturbate into them. He was looking at his computer with a video of a son licking his mother’s vagina.”

“So, Teresa, here’s the question that you need to answer. How did you feel…”

The caller tried to interrupt, but the doctor continued, “Listen to me and answer truthfully, how did you feel, physically, finding that your son fantasized about you sexually?”

There was silence, then she meekly answered, “excited.”

“You purposely left a pair of sexy panties, wet panties, for your son to find. You purposely watched him masturbate with your panties, to your scent. You were sexually stimulated. You were excited, your vagina was wet, your heart was pounding, you felt flushed, and your nipples were engorged, weren’t they?”

“yes”

And you masturbated. You masturbated fantasizing about making love with your son.”

“Yes, I did,” she whispered.

The doctor was speaking in a low tone now, hypnotic, delving deep into the woman’s psyche. “What else did you do?”

“I wore the panties.”

“You wore the panties?”

“I waited until he fell asleep, and I took the panties with his cum in them, and I wore them.”

Donna realized that she was holding her breath, and she was starting to lubricate into her own panties. This was better than porn!

The doctor’s continued on to recommend that the woman consider seeing a therapist, but then she shocked Donna with her next comment, “You know, Teresa, incest isn’t the high crime that it’s been cranked up to be. Many of us are attracted to our sons, and in many cases a situation will come up where we may act on it. It can be a very loving and very natural and nurturing relationship between a mother and her young son, and it may set a good basis for future caring and loving sexual relationships.”

“Doctor, you said ‘us’, are you saying…”

Now the doctor was the one backed into a corner, and she hesitantly admitted to having a tryst with her own son during a camping trip when he was 20. They’d been trapped in a tent for a day due to heavy rain, and he had convinced her to smoke some pot, then a game of cards had turned into strip poker. She wasn’t sure how, there was a dare involved, but she had ended up on all fours with her son licking her from behind, and ultimately had felt him slide his cock inside her. But, though somewhat embarrassed to be admitting it on the air, she had no regrets about the 3 days of adventurous sex with her son that had followed, in the tent and in the outdoors in those woods. They had made love with their hands, mouths and, well, had made love over and over. She had allowed him to ejaculate in her each time without a condom, something he’d never experienced before; skin on skin lovemaking.

She felt that she’d been given an opportunity to teach and share a wealth of information with her son, grown incredibly close to him, as well as enjoyed unbridled passion with a young virile man. And, to this day, they would still find opportunities to be alone occasionally, away from her husband and his wife, and enjoy passionate intimate lovemaking.

Donna was breathless, and unexpectedly turned on. Jesus, had she really heard that? How could a tale of incest arouse her like this? She glanced towards her son, and gasped. He was awake, and had obviously heard at least some of the story, his mouth gaped open and his eyes were wide. He looked at his mother, and when his eyes dropped, she realized that he was looking at her breasts. She looked down, her nipples were engorged, her thin bra and sundress unable to disguise their condition. She moved her arm to cover them. Then, to make things more awkward, she saw him move his hand in his lap, unconsciously adjusting his erection.

As the radio doctor continued to talk about the love between a mother and son, Donna quickly switched the station, uncomfortably commenting, “the things you hear on the radio these days!” But as Brad looked out the window, she found herself again taking note of the bulge in his jeans, which he tried to disguise with his arm. It seemed to have subsided, she thought, then chastised herself. That was her son! But over the following two hours in the car, in the breaks in conversation, her mind wandered back to the image of the mother in the tent, on all fours, being licked and fucked by her son.

When Brad fell asleep again, not only did his erection return, she could see it move, and after a while a small wet spot appeared in his workout shorts. “He must be seeping pre-cum”, she thought, and if he could have seen her panties, he’d see similar evidence of her arousal. She imagined slipping her hand slowly down inside the waistband of his shorts, feeling the slippery juices for herself. Sneaking a taste of his cream.

Careful to watch him for wakefulness, she even slid her hand up her dress and checked herself, finding her panties slick with it. She snuck her wet fingers out and, having a moment of insanity, waved them under her son’s nose. She gasped as his erection surged immediately against his shorts, and his reaction had an immediate effect on her pussy. She fought the urge that came over her to smear her juice on his lips, realizing that she was really losing it over the story she’d heard.

The rest of the drive couldn’t go fast enough, she was eagerly anticipating a little alone time with the little electric travel companion in her suitcase. She might be sharing a room with Brad, but he could be counted on for a good long time in the bathroom showering before bed, she wouldn’t need long! But they still had a drive, as well as dinner to get through.

Unbeknownst to Donna, a similar scenario was playing out in a car just ten minutes behind them.

Taking the exit for the college, Donna told her son to pick a restaurant. There were plenty to choose from, and shortly they were seated in a small family diner waiting to order.

The door opened, and in a small-world coincidence in walked Greg Taylor, a teammate of Brad’s on his school lacrosse team, with his mother Cindy. Greg was the biggest kid on the team, he stood a 6’3″ and was solid and fit. He had his dad’s chiseled features, thick brown hair and classic good looks.

Cindy was a petite blonde, with deep brown eyes beneath thin shaped eyebrows. She wore her hair in a plain short retro bob, and very little makeup and, though she dressed conservatively, she obviously had a trim body. Her ass was firm and round, and her waist was tiny. She was one of the quietest moms on the team, she wasn’t unfriendly, just very reserved.

Donna smiled at them, and they immediately headed over to the table. Greg turned to see them approach, and leapt to his feet, giving hugs to both, and inviting them to join him and his mom.

“See, Mom, I told you that was Mrs. Devine’s car!” Greg laughed. “The Marshall lacrosse sticker gave it away.”

In no time the four were enjoying dinner, as well as each other’s company. The boys had been close for years and were looking forward to the college lacrosse tryouts. Greg was on scholarship but had plans to get his buddy on the field with him on the varsity team.

“Where are you staying, Cindy?” asked Donna.

“We’re at the Garden Inn,” she replied, “how about you?”

“We haven’t decided yet,” she breezily replied.

“Donna, it’s move-in weekend! You need to get on it, girlfriend!”

“Oh, you think it might be tough to get one tonight?”

Greg chimed in, “I know a couple of guys were really having a hard time, Mikey is staying at the Stay Inn, a real fleabag.”

“Uh oh,” Brad moaned. “I should have looked sooner.” He ran out to grab his tablet and started the search. “Mom, this is not looking good,” he reported after five minutes of looking. “I can’t find anything!”

“Well, how about that town we passed, Milton? Anything there?”

“All I see is a one-star, with one-star reviews. Sounds disgusting.”

Donna started to panic a little. Her plan to get vibrator time in was forgotten, they needed some luck on this one, just to find a habitable room. And the lucky meeting worked in their favor.

“Hey Mom, they can stay with us, right?” Greg queried Cindy.

Her immediate reaction was, “Of course!” but then she looked unsure. “I know we have 2 beds, but I don’t think they’re kings, they may even be doubles.”

But seeing the disappointment in her son, and the apprehension in Donna and Brad, she smiled and said brightly, “You know, we’ll make it work. Maybe we have a couch or can get some cots rolled in.”

“Are you sure, Cindy? We really don’t want to make you uncomfortable, and if it doesn’t work, we’ll be right out of there.”

“Of course I’m sure, Donna! You’ve put up this monster so many times during travel ball, we owe you.”

So it was settled, and they followed the Taylors to the hotel. But on check-in they were dismayed to find that their room indeed had two small double beds, and no couches or cots were available. Entering the room, the four stopped in their tracks. “Oh, Cindy. I don’t know if this will work at all. I don’t want to sound like a martyr, but we really don’t mind sleeping in the car, do we Brad?”

“Don’t be silly,” Cindy admonished. This will work, we’ll just have to get cozy tonight. Now, how are we going to do this?” she mused.

“Well, the boys can share a bed, they’ve done that enough times over the years,” Donna began.

“I don’t know, look at these beds. They’re pretty small.”

“Sure, Mom. We’ll be ok,” Greg told her.

“Hmm, ok, prove it,” she smiled, pointing at the bed. The boys looked at each other and laughed, then Greg tackled Brad onto the mattress. They tried to lay side by side on their backs, but they were obviously not going to fit.

“No problem, Greg doesn’t mind sleeping with his Mommy, do you?” Cindy asked in a joking baby-talk voice. Immediately, both mothers flashed back to a radio show from hours earlier and felt a tingle between their legs. Their sons had a similar reaction, a stirring in their groins from the sordid tales they’d all heard.

“Not a bit,” he answered sincerely. A little quicker than Brad would have for her, Donna thought.

“Ok, settled. The boys sleep with their moms.” Cindy said it matter-of-factly, but four hearts pounded just a little.

The bathroom got busy as they took turns preparing for bed. Donna went first and realized that she had only packed a negligee for sleepwear. While it wasn’t Fredericks of Hollywood, it was a silky white above-the-knee nightie that accentuated her curves. Her full 34 D breasts hung heavy in the cups, and the fabric felt incredibly smooth as it slid across her ass. She knew that she’d need to wear her panties underneath, though their leopard print showed faintly through.

Brushing her teeth and hair, she glanced ruefully at the silver vibrator in her makeup bag, feeling the urge from the afternoon reappear. She took it out, and sighed, then gave it a quick rub against her panties. Feeling daring, she ran the water to disguise the noise and flicked it on. The excited mother sat on the toilet lid and propped one leg on the tub, pulled her nightie up and the panties aside and began to tease her pussy. She parted the thick thatch of brown hair, discovering the slippery wet lips bright pink in anticipation, but the smell of her arousal was so distinct that she quit immediately. She couldn’t leave that evidence in here. She sprayed on a little cologne, then a little more into the air to hide her scent. She even contemplated making a quick trip out to the car to “grab something”, but since she was already dressed for bed…

When Donna exited the bathroom, Greg was eagerly waiting. His knees were literally held together, he had to piss so bad. Donna laughed, “Oh Greg, I’m sorry. I should have let you go first!” But as bad as he had to go, he froze as his friend’s mom made way for him to enter. His jaw literally dropped as he took in the sexy blonde in her negligee.

As the door closed, she realized that her son was not in the room. Cindy explained that he’d decided to use the lobby bathroom, he’d get his shower in the morning. Donna felt a little self-conscious in the sexy nightie, worried about what Cindy might think, she explained that she expected a private room when she packed.

“Oh no, that’s ok Donna!” Cindy replied. “They’re our sons, they won’t even notice their old moms. Heck, I bet we could sleep naked and they wouldn’t bat an eye.”

Donna was not only sure that they would definitely notice, she was pretty sure that their cocks would take notice as well. And she was surprised to hear this from Cindy, who she always thought to be very conservative.

She was even more surprised at the next thing said. “As a matter of fact,” Cindy held up her own sleeping garment. Donna was almost shocked. It was a pink silk nightie, even shorter than her own. “I know I dress kind of frumpy, but we’re pretty relaxed at home. We’re family, we think nothing of walking around in our undies, and I think we all still sleep in the nude. I like to wear very feminine things, like teddies, and my panty collection is my favorite indulgence.”

“And,” she confided, “I’m pretty sure my son enjoys them even more than I do, if you know what I mean! I’m sure Brad is no stranger to your dirty undies either, I think all healthy teenage boys discover sexuality through their moms a little.”

Donna had nothing to say to this, she was just completely stunned. She thought about the times she had washed her own panties, feeling them sticky with phantom wads of cum. She’d always supposed that it was just a normal thing, for boys to explore whatever sexual stimulation available, but had never spoken of it.

Meanwhile, in the bathroom, Greg was looking in the mirror at his huge erection. He attributed it to Donna dressed in that amazing nightie, those magnificent breasts, but his general teen horniness was being stoked subconsciously by the pheromones floating in the bathroom air from between Donna’s open legs, as well as her seductive perfume. And in the back of his mind was the fact that he’d be sleeping in that little bed with his mom.

As he began to stroke himself, wishing he could share the small bed with Donna instead of his mom, there was a sharp knock at the door. “Are you decent?” Cindy asked as she began to open the door.

“Hang on, Mom!” he shouted, sticking his foot against the door. His erection wilted in surprise; his mom almost caught him red-handed. He pulled on his shorts and t-shirt and exited the room. Cindy gave him a smile and patted his ass as they traded places.

Now alone in the room with his buddy’s mom, there was an awkward silence. “You look really nice, Mrs. Devine,” he said without thinking, as he took in her curves in the nightie, then instantly flushed as he realized how inappropriate it might be.

“Well thank you Greg,” Donna laughed. He decided to climb into bed and turned on the tv for distraction. She took a glance at the building bulge in his shorts as he turned, his cock hung down his thigh, and from the shadow it created in his shorts she could easily see that he was hung like a horse. “What’s the matter with you today?” she asked herself.

An old Brady Bunch sitcom was on, and Greg pretended to watch it, but couldn’t take his eyes off of his buddy’s mom, noting the skimpy leopard panties under her sheer nightwear. What he’d give to nuzzle up between those thighs. Or even get a chance to get a sample of her panties.
Just then there was a knock at the door and Donna opened it. Her son stood there in gym shorts and a t-shirt. Caught off guard, he dropped his eyes, running his gaze down and back up, taking in Donna in the nightie. Her cologne invaded his senses, musky and sexy. She felt naked for a second, his instant appreciation was so obvious. And as she turned away, his hand went to hide the rapid response of his cock in the flimsy shorts.

So now they were both turned on again, residual excitement from the radio show earlier having set it in motion. Donna had a sudden realization that sharing the room with the other family might be the only thing that stood between her and doing something dangerous with her son. Her son was thinking about returning to the lobby bathroom to retrieve something he’d “forgot” but remembered that there were a few other men using the bathroom. He’d just have to hold out.

“Hey, the Brady Bunch!” laughed Brad as he approached their bed. “Did you ever hear that Greg was sleeping with his mom on this show? I think I’d be after Marsha!”

“No way, dude, Carol was a total MILF…” Greg stopped suddenly, realizing that Donna was listening. “Sorry, Mrs. Devine.”

“You boys,” Donna laughed. But as she looked at the screen, Carol Brady, the blonde mom suddenly bent over to pick up something she’d dropped, and her shapely ass and blonde bob reminded her of Cindy. That was the hairstyle she wore! As Carol Brady went to her hands and knees on tv, Donna flashed back on the radio doctor’s story, her son taking her from behind. She pictured Cindy in that same position, wondered if she could handle that monster between Greg’s legs.

God, everything was turning towards incest today, what was wrong with her?

Cindy came out of the bathroom then, and the room went silent. Nobody was looking at the TV now, the petite blonde in the pink nightie had everybody’s attention. “Sorry everybody, this was the only nightgown I packed.”

Donna thought it was funny how quickly Brad responded, “no, that’s ok Mrs. Devine. No problem.” Yeah, no problem.

She laughed, “Cindy, you just stole their attention away from Carol Brady with that outfit! And”, looking at her son, Donna continued, “I think Brad’s vote just switched from Marsha to Carol!”

Both boys laughed, but she was completely accurate. Brad was completely enthralled by the little blonde’s sexy ensemble. It was just sheer enough to make out a shadow of her areolas through the silk.

“Well, shall we have a toast?” Cindy asked, holding up a bottle of wine. “I found some glasses in the bathroom.”

Greg opened up the bottle and poured out the four glasses. “Here’s to all kinds of new adventures,” Donna offered. The toast was to be a premonition.

They all clinked glasses, and sipped at the red. The next half hour saw the moms sitting on the foot of one bed chatting, and the boys watching TV and joking around behind them. They went through the first bottle and were well into a second.

“Dude, we heard the craziest thing on the radio coming up here,” Brad confided softly to his friend, as he poured out the rest of the bottle.

“Not the mommy on all fours?!”

“Holy shit, you heard it too? That was the craziest!”

“Yeah,” Greg replied. “My mom looked like she was catatonic. I couldn’t believe she didn’t switch the station.”

“My mom was almost as embarrassed as me! That was wild.”

“Yeah, crazy.”

They both fell silent, gazing at their mothers’ scantily clad bodies. Donna’s panties made a sexy accent, her breasts soft and lush, halfway visible from the side. Cindy had nothing beneath the pink nightie, and the shadow of her ass crack was tantalizingly obvious.

“Man, our moms…” Greg shook his head.

“Yeah, hot. Wanta trade? Just kidding. Ouch!” Brad laughed as Greg punched him.

“Ok boys, bedtime.” The moms each walked over to their beds and slid under the covers. Donna took the left side of the left bed, and Cindy the right side of the other. Greg slid into his spot, and his mom gave him a quick kiss goodnight. On the lips, Donna noticed.

Brad headed into the bathroom to leave a leak as Donna settled on her right side, her back to her son’s place.

As he urinated, Brad noticed a small pile of clothing on the tank. It was the dress Cindy had worn, and he couldn’t help but lift it to his nose. It smelled so sweet and sexy, then he noticed a white scrap inside. He couldn’t believe it; it was his friend’s mom’s panties. And not much of them, a tiny white thong. Instinct brought him to pull it from the dress, and he held it gently in his palm. Little Cindy’s panties. If only he could see her in them.

Turning it over in his hand he found the cotton panel. The cotton that had snugged up against Cindy’s pussy all day in the car, absorbing anything that might have oozed from her. Brad took a deep sniff, the musk of the woman’s pussy electrified him. His cock responded, hard again, and he thought he’d go ahead and take care of it. Maybe everybody else was asleep. But as soon as he dangled the thong across his cock there was a knock at the door. Cindy called quietly, “almost done in there?” Brad groaned inwardly.

“Just a sec.” He flushed the toilet and hesitated. He was so tempted to take the thong with him, he took another deep sample of her scent, but she might notice. He put it back beneath the dress and, trying to hide his hard-on, let Cindy in the bathroom as he left. Cindy and that incredible nightie. He had to fight the urge to grab her as she squeezed by, but as they both turned, her hip, encased in that pink silk, dragged across his cock bulge.

The wine and all of the events of the day, the nasty incestuous thoughts, the intimacy of their predicament, and the undeniable sexiness of Cindy’s little body in the pink negligee came together for the couple, and they stopped just inside the bathroom door. Facing each other, inches apart they froze for a second. When Cindy looked down Brad’s body, his cock jumped, just far enough to slap against her tummy. That broke the spell, and they melded together, their bodies finding each other, his hands palming her perfect globes, hers around his neck as they kissed passionately.

Brad slid one hand down farther, his fingertips stroking the damp heat of her pussy through the silk, she moved her body back and forth against his cock. Both too intoxicated by lust and alcohol to think clearly, they struggled to sort out their next move.

A sudden sound from the bedroom broke the spell, and they separated, hearing footsteps approaching the bathroom. Brad left quickly, passing his friend stumbling in for a piss. “Just a second, honey,” Cindy warned. Greg stood outside the door, an unknowing sentinel protecting his mother. He was too groggy to have noted that his mom and friend had been in the bathroom together.

Brad thought he’d never be able to sleep now. As he softly settled into bed, he lay on his back listening to the deep breathing of his mom beside him. He sighed and squeezed his erection, struggling to think of a way to get that little Carol Brady naked.

He closed his eyes and let his mind wander. A minute later the bathroom door softly opened, and he peered in the dim light, watching Cindy tiptoe to her bed as her son entered the bathroom. As she passed the window, she was backlit by the glow filtering through the blinds, and her profile was undisguised. She was perfect, her little B-cups, the nipples visible perched high on her firm titties, her mouth-watering ass… Just perfect.

She settled into the far side of the bed, and peered towards him, her eyes adjusting to the darkness. Brad sat up and she smiled and blew him a kiss, whispering, “good night, sweetie.” Donna moved suddenly, and they both lay back in their beds.

Neither thought they’d be able to sleep, both were wrong. By the time Greg had returned to bed, the other three were deep asleep.

Sometime very early in the morning, Donna drifted from a deep sleep. Her dreams had been fed by her imagination; in them she had been playing strip poker with Brad’s lacrosse team. She was being held by several boys, their hard cocks against her as she stroked them, one-by-one. Greg was in her hand, she ministered to his giant cock as it pulsed, then erupted, spraying his semen against her body. She turned, and the next to be tended to was her own son. They smiled, no hesitancy. She kissed him lightly, as a mother would, then reached down to slide her hand around his cock. It was already lubricated. She smeared the pre-cum around the head and began to stroke it down his shaft. Slowly down, squeezing the base.

The other boys disappeared, she was in a teddy now, and they lay down on a bed. She was on her left side, spooning up against her son, her right hand reaching around to masturbate him. His hips thrust forward, fucking her hand. Fucking her hand, his ass rubbing against her. Her leg was over his now, her pussy leaking against his ass cheek. She was awake. She was stroking her son’s cock. She was awake, awake.

Oh my god, she was awake! Donna was lying on her side, her son fucking her fist as she ground her pussy against him. It wasn’t a dream, not a fantasy. It was real. Brad’s cock responding to her touch. Her pussy against her son. But she didn’t withdraw her hand in a panic and roll away from him. She was stroking him. She had to think, what should she do? Still stroking his hard cock, pre-cum oozing from his slit. Smelling his male scent. Should she stop?

Then in the darkness she saw a shadow, a shape. It was Cindy, little Cindy. Her head was silhouetted above her son’s body, was she watching? She was watching her stroke her son! She should stop! But, wait. Cindy moved to pull the sheet back from her son. Her head turned and then lowered. Now her hair hung down around her son. Her head was facing down, moving towards him. Now it was moving back up. Could she, could she really be… My god, was Cindy sucking her son’s cock? No, this was a dream.

Donna closed her eyes, enjoying the darkness, the feel of the hard cock in her hand, her clit finding stimulation in the friction from her panties. It wasn’t a dream. But she didn’t care, it felt so right. She was taking care of her son, making him happy, giving him relief. Isn’t that what a good mommy did? Cindy was a good mom, she loved her son too. She was showing her love to Greg. It was all right. It was just love.

It was Brad’s moan that brought her eyes open. She could easily see in the dim light. Cindy’s breasts were now outlined against the window, she almost looked naked. Just a light shadow where her nightie hung around her. And Greg’s cock, oh god that cock. It was huge, thick and long. Cindy licked around the head, then would take in inside her mouth. Only a few inches would disappear, and she would lift back off.

Brad seemed to still be in dreamland, but Greg was now obviously awake, and fully enjoying his mother’s mouth on his cock. His hands now rested on her head, his hips thrust, and Donna heard Cindy gag. But she made no effort to escape as her son erupted into her mouth. Donna could barely see the cum and drool escape around Greg’s cock, as Cindy tried to swallow around the bulbous head in the back of her throat.

Greg fell back, his hands now caressed his mother’s face as she finally pulled off his cock. Cindy moved a leg over his and slid up to lay against her son now, one leg between his, her head snuggled into his neck, she faced the other bed. Her face shone with the slick fluids, she smiled contently. Then her eyes opened, and she looked directly at Donna. No shock, no surprise even. She nodded solemnly, one mother concurring with another. For some reason that soothed any doubt that Donna harbored.

“It’s so beautiful,” whispered Cindy. “Loving our sons is so wonderful.”

Brad now rolled towards Donna, she slid over his leg and lay on top of him. She was in almost the same position as Cindy, except her legs were spread apart, one on each side of her son. Her soaked panties were cooling in the evening air. Her lips were gaping open, and she could smell her own arousal. She felt his cock sandwiched between their stomachs, hot and wet and sticky. She felt it move, and now she lifted her head to look at him. He was still asleep, and she kissed him, her hair hanging around their faces like a soft curtain. She moved her lips against his and wormed her tongue between his lips. Now as he came awake, he began to kiss her wetly, passionately. She slid her lower body back and forth, moving his cock with her.

“Mommy, I love you,” he murmured. “I love you so much.”

“I love you baby. Want Mommy to show you how much I love you?”

“How much do you love me?”

“Let me show you, baby.” Donna sighed. Sliding her hand down between them, she grasped his cock, and moved her body up to free it. It pulsed and flexed in her grasp, and she rubbed it against her pussy through the soaked leopard print panties.

“Oh my god, mom. That feels so good.”

Her sopping panties were all that separated her son’s cock from her willing pussy, and she whispered to her him, “take Mommy’s panties off.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m so sure, honey. Let me show you my love.”

He reached for them and slid them to her knees. She brought one knee at a time up along his chest to allow him to slide the leopard skin panties over her feet, and left the second leg there, her pussy so exposed, spread so wide open. Her pubic hair tickled against his stomach.

Her son couldn’t resist the tantalizing garment and took a deep smell of her damp undergarment. “Mommy, I can smell you. You smell so good. Can I taste you too? Can I lick you?”

Donna groaned in arousal, then slid her knee farther up, then the other, over his shoulders. Her nightie fell around Brad’s face as she settled on his upper chest, then lifted up. Just enough. Just enough to bring her soaking pussy to her son’s tongue. When he slowly licked up the inside of her labia, she squirted a little, dribbling on his chin.

Donna lifted her lingerie to watch as her son made love with his mouth. His tongue entered her then, digging deep inside his mother’s canal, feeling the ridges made to please him, the wetness designed to ease his entry. He forced his mouth against his mother’s pussy now, sucking her clit, licking her lips, nuzzling into the soaked mat of fur, her oils soaking his face and neck, his nose invaded by her scent. As her arousal built, she began to buck against his face, her pussy spreading around his mouth, her vaginal walls weeping fluids and a squelching noise grew as she approached climax.

Donna wasn’t sure why, but as her orgasm erupted inside her she turned to the other bed. Cindy still lay against her son, smiling at her, but her hand was reaching down, grasping Greg’s still-hard shaft, manipulating it against her entrance, soaking it with her own lubrication. Cindy nodded, Donna felt her orgasm wash over her, she groaned a deep and animalistic release as she came on her son’s tongue.

Brad was overcome by lust now, he drove his mother off of his shoulders, shoving her down towards the foot of the bed, toppling her to her back. As she lay there, her bright pink pussy spread wide, her nightie up around her waist, he leaned over her and tore it open, releasing her breasts.

He attacked his mother’s nipples, sucking and nibbling, even as he took his cock in hand and aimed for her precious hole. He stabbed blindly, desperate to enter Donna’ sweet pussy. Her knees were spread wide, her feet in the air, she was completely open for his entry. She pulled his hand off of his member, and grabbed it herself, pulling it deftly towards her opening. “Here, baby, let Mommy guide you.”

In only a second, even as aftershocks from her orgasm still flexed within her, she had the head of his cock against the opening to her womb. She pulled, urging him inside. “It’s ok, baby, come inside Mommy, I want to make love to you.” He began to press against the spongy flesh, “gently, very gently. Go slow, I want to feel every inch of you.”

A moan came from the other bed and they both turned. Cindy sat upright astride her son, her head back and mouth wide. “Oh my god, Greg, oh that is so good baby.” Her son’s huge cock was obviously buried inside her tiny body. Slowly she began to slide her hips back and forth, stirring him inside her.

Donna needed her son now, needed him filling her. As he inched inside, feeling the flesh part as though he was splitting her with his erection, she groaned loudly. That groan continued and rose in pitch as he slowly eased deeper and deeper, his fat cock riding over the ridges inside her, an agonizingly slow burrowing through the juicy layers until he had buried his entire shaft in his mother’s juicy pussy. He pressed as though trying to get even deeper, crushing her clit between them, and her orgasm came in waves. Her hips rocked up, exposing her full pussy to the other bed’s occupants. It was amazing to see and hear, and the animalistic tone of her cries sent Cindy into an orgasm of her own.

She collapsed against Greg’s chest, and he immediately rolled their joined bodies over, now crushing his tiny mother beneath his bulk. Cindy couldn’t breathe, but the physical panic added to the intensity of her climax. Her arms and legs were tightly wrapped around her son, and he began to pump his second load of semen into his mom, feeling her tightly clench his cock deep inside. As she gasped he realized that he was crushing her, and rolled to his side, still stroking deep inside her.

“Oh god, yes, cum in me baby,” Cindy groaned. “That’s it, god I love my son.”

Brad was trying to delay his own orgasm, but it was impossible. “Mommy, I have to cum,” he warned sweetly, and began to withdraw, intensifying the feeling as her walls clung to him.

“Oh, no baby, it’s ok, don’t pull out,” she cooed. “You can cum inside your Mommy, I will let you do whatever you like. That’s it baby, go ahead and shoot your sperm inside me.”

Her pleas put Brad over the edge, and he felt the rush of cum. As the first spurt splashed inside her, she whimpered, “Oh god, I can feel it, it’s so hot in my pussy! Fuck your mommy, baby, cum in me.” With a roar he gave up all control, pumping shot after shot of semen into his grateful mother.

The two mothers lay feet apart, committing acts of incest neither ever dreamed they would consider, feeling nothing but total love and satisfaction with their sons filling them with their virile young seed. The perfection of their sons’ cocks, their vaginas molded tightly around them, squeezing them with the rapid contractions of their muscles in orgasm.

The fluids generated by the four lovers soaked them and the beds they shared. And as they relaxed and gently kissed, deeply and wetly, they fell asleep as two couples, perfectly joined together, only to awaken in time to find the sons’ cocks already swelling within their mothers, beginning to make love once again.