At forty-one, Mom was athletic and stunning. She had a tall, lean frame, dark blonde hair that always looked thick and lustrous, and a tight, shapely ass that had been earned from years in the gym. Her skin was smooth and glowing, and she always looked well-groomed. Since she was a personal trainer, she was into all kinds of sports that kept her so healthy looking.
After I broke my leg on a skiing trip to Aspen, my mother took care of me. She felt incredibly guilty since I’d never skied before, and she’d been the one who’d insisted that I tag along. Over those months, we grew really close.
It started with her giving me a simple handjob, then she moved on to sucking me off. For the first time in my life, I complimented how attractive she was, and it made her light up. None of us seemed to care how unconventional the situation was, and not long after, we had full-blown, raw sex, and it was the best experience of my life.
We were six months into this taboo relationship, and we’d kept it completely to ourselves.
Today, my mother invited her sister over for a barbecue, right in the peak of summer. I’d promised Mom I’d help her out, but I was already anticipating the challenges. Mom wasn’t shy about showing off her body.
She loved bikinis, and this one barely qualified as clothing. It was skimpy enough that it barely covered her smooth pussy and her perfect, perky tits. The top was nothing more than two tiny triangles of black fabric held together by thin strings that tied behind her neck and back. It barely contained her breasts, offering a clear view of her inner curves and the occasional peek of her areolas. The bottoms were just a narrow strip of the same material that hugged her hips, sitting low enough to reveal the subtle V of her pelvis. From the back, it was practically a thong, the string disappearing between the cheeks of her perfectly shaped ass.
“It’s not too much, Jake?” she asked with a flirty smirk, twirling on one foot so her blonde hair fluttered around her shoulders.
“No, it’s perfect,” I said, watching her with clear admiration.
She walked over and grabbed my hardening bulge through my shorts.
“You look worried,” she said in her caring voice.
“Well… I’ve got two gorgeous women in bikinis today, and we still have to keep this a secret.”
She leaned in and kissed me on the lips, her breath sweet and warm. Her freshly showered skin smelled faintly of roses, and she’d painted her lips red. She used makeup modestly, but when she did, it was like the cherry on top of that attractive woman.
“The day’ll be over before you know it,” she whispered, her eyes twinkling with mischief. She opened her arms and pulled me in a loving hug, mashing her boobs against my chest and breathing down my neck. My hands reached her ass which I loved to squeeze. It was impossible not to grow hard around her, and she felt it.
“We might have time for a quickie,” she murmured, her breath warm against my ear. “Just something to take the edge off.”
“Oh, please, Mom.”
She sank to her knees in front of me, her fingers tugging down my shorts. My cock sprang free, already hard from the sight of her in that tiny bikini. She looked up at me with that same playful spark in her eyes, then ran her rosy tongue slowly along the shaft, leaving trails of her forbidden spit along the length.
As she teased me with her lips and tongue, I reached down and cupped her breasts through the thin fabric of her bikini top. They felt incredible, full, soft, and naturally warm. Then she wrapped her lips around the tip and began to suck so her cheeks hollowed out.
Just as I slid my hand behind her head, ready to let myself melt into the moment, we both froze.
Tires crunched over gravel in the driveway.
Mom pulled back with a pop, her mouth glistening, eyes wide.
“Evelyn,” she said. She quickly stood, adjusting her bikini and wiping the corner of her mouth. I stuffed myself back into my shorts, and I’d never felt so hot and bothered in my life.
“Well,” she said, running her fingers through her hair and trying to regain her composure. “We’ll pick this up later.”
She gave me a wink before walking toward the front door, hips swaying as if nothing had happened. I took a deep breath and followed her, trying to calm down before she opened the door for her sister.
Evelyn was a couple of years younger in her late thirties with a slightly softer look than Mom, but no less gorgeous. She wore her dark blonde hair loose, and her bikini was just as skimpy and revealing as my mother’s. It was just enough to the imagination to drive me nuts all over again.
“Hey, Jake!” Aunt Evelyn said cheerfully, walking straight up to me. She threw her arms around my neck and pulled me into a hug. She’d also just showered, smelling like coconuts and vanilla. Her body was warm against mine, her bikini pressing right into my chest, and I felt her breasts mash all over me.
“How’s your leg doing?” Evelyn asked as she pulled back slightly, her hands still on my shoulders.
“Better. Almost good as new,” I said while forcing my gaze not to drop to the cleavage in front of me. Evelyn’s breasts were slightly bigger than Mom’s. While Evelyn’s tits looked like two perfectly shaped watermelons, my mother’s looked like two honeydews. Well-endowment ran in our family.
She smiled. “Glad to hear.”
“Come out back,” Mom said. “I’ve got drinks ready.”
I excused myself that I had to talk to my friend, but in reality, the heat between my legs was becoming unbearable. With a frustrated sigh, I headed upstairs to my room, trying to cool off one way or another.
But as I passed by the window that overlooked the backyard, I stopped.
They were lying on beach towels, laughing, stretched out under the sun. Mom sat up and reached for a bottle of sunscreen. Her sister rolled onto her stomach.
Mom drizzled the lotion slowly onto her sister’s back, then rubbed it in with long, slow, sensual strokes. Her hands glided over her shoulders, down her sides, and way too close to the curve of her ass. Mom’s fingers slid just under the waistband of the bikini bottoms like it was nothing.
“Still doing your tennis matches?” her sister asked.
“Yeah,” Mom said, straddling her to get a better angle, but she also gave me a better view of her jiggling cleavage. “I’ve been working on my serve. It’s still a bit wild.”
My cock throbbed hard at the sight of them, so casual, so close, so fucking hot without even realizing it. It wasn’t even intentional, and that made it worse. I shifted, frustrated and painfully hard, my shorts did nothing to hide it as I stood behind the blinds, completely locked onto my mother who I really wanted to have sex with.
After rubbing each other down with sunscreen, they laid their towels aside and moved to the grass for a round of yoga. Mom pulled out two mats and they started stretching, talking casually like this was just another summer afternoon. But to me, it looked like something out of a damn fantasy.
Evelyn bent forward into a downward dog, her toned legs straight and ass arched high in the air. Her bikini bottoms shifted slightly with every movement, giving me flashes of skin that sent another heatwave surging through me. Mom didn’t give me a chance to cool off either, moving into deep lunges and backbends that pushed her breasts forward and made her top strain against her chest.
They giggled as they flowed through erotic poses. Evelyn dropped into a deep squat, her knees wide, arms reaching forward, and gave Mom a playful smirk as she slowly straightened up again, her body moving like she knew I was watching.
And God, I was. I could barely breathe.
Just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse, or better, they hopped up and headed toward the pool. I watched as Mom dove in first, her bikini clinging tighter when she came up for air. Evelyn jumped in next, sending a splash toward her sister before flipping onto her back and kicking across the surface.
They splashed and laughed, water shimmering over their breasts, their hair slicked back and glistening in the sun. Evelyn climbed halfway out of the pool to grab her drink, and her ass practically hovered in front of Mom, who responded by smacking it playfully before pushing her back in.
That was it. I was rock hard, overheating, and straining against my shorts like I was about to burst. I couldn’t watch any more.
*****
By late afternoon, the sun was beginning to dip lower, and the smell of grilled meat filled the backyard. Mom stood by the barbecue with a pair of tongs, flipping chicken breasts and ribs, still in her tiny bikini. Evelyn sat nearby with a drink in hand, her legs crossed, her skin still glistening from the pool. I was trying my best to act normal, but the combination of heat, hunger, and lingering arousal had my nerves on edge.
We sat down at the patio table with full plates. Mom poured a glass of wine and raised it slightly before looking at me.
“You know, I’ve gotta brag for a second,” she said, her smile beaming with pride. “Jake finished the semester with straight A’s. Even nailed his final in that god-awful statistics class.”
I rubbed the back of my neck awkwardly which I usually did when Mom bragged about me.
“That’s impressive,” Evelyn said, turning to me with a warm smile. “You’ve really grown up, haven’t you? Smart, polite… and quite the handsome man now.”
Mom patted my thigh proudly. “He’s definitely turned a few heads.”
I didn’t know what to say. Two gorgeous women, both older, and confident, sitting at my sides, flattering me like I was their prize dish. My face was probably redder than the barbecue sauce. I muttered a thanks and focused on my food, trying to ignore how tightly my shorts still felt.
Evelyn excused herself to go to the bathroom, disappearing inside the house. Mom leaned back in her chair and took a sip of water. Then, as casually as could be, her hand slipped under the table and came to rest on my thigh.
She gave a knowing smile as her fingers slid along the bulge in my shorts, brushing it with just enough pressure to make me twitch.
“Still hard?” she whispered, voice low and caring.
I nodded once. “You two doing yoga together … it was hot.”
Her hand squeezed me gently, her eyes locked on mine. “Hang in there, baby,” she whispered. “Just get through the movie tonight, and then I’ll take care of you. Promise.”
She pulled her hand away just as Evelyn’s footsteps returned, and Mom turned back to her drink like nothing had happened.
After we’d eaten, it was time to watch a movie together. I was equally as horny. Mom had changed into leggings with the seam running directly up her ass crack, parting her beautiful globes. She also wore a comfy sports top that pushed her breasts out. Mom had even lent a matching pair to her sister. While we watched the movie, they insisted I sit in the middle, and I leaned a little closer to Mom, just subtly, since I didn’t want Evelyn to suspect anything. With the blanket draped over us, Mom kept stroking my thigh lovingly, always keeping me on the edge.
A little later, Mom brought some ice cream for us and “accidentally” spilled some on her upper boob, letting it trickle down slowly as I imagined it was my cum.
After the movie, it was time to say goodbye to Evelyn.
“Text me when you get home safe,” Mom said, hugging Evelyn at the door.
“Will do,” Evelyn replied, giving me a final squeeze that pressed her soft breasts against my chest.
The moment the door closed, I turned to Mom with fire in my eyes. She recognized that look immediately. Six months of our secret relationship had taught her every nuance of how horny I could be.
“Jesus Christ,” I said. “Do you have any idea what you’ve put me through today?”
Mom’s lips curled into a knowing smile. “Show me.”
My hands found her hips, and our lips met in a hot tongue kiss. My hands were everywhere, pulling at her sports top, yanking down those tight leggings that had been teasing me all evening.
“Couch,” she whispered, already tugging at my belt while biting her lower lip.
We stumbled across the living room, shedding clothes on our way. Mom’s top came off first, revealing those perfect honeydews that had been hidden beneath fabric all day. Then her bottom. I gently pushed her down onto the cushions, drinking at the sight of her naked body as I stripped off my own clothes.
“You’re so sexy,” I said, my voice rough with need.
Mom spread her legs, revealing her glistening, well-lubricated pussy. She parted her lips with her fingers, revealing a wet, pink interior. “Take what you need, baby. I owe you one.”
I climbed on top of her, positioning myself between her thighs. With one powerful thrust, I buried myself inside her, groaning at the sensation of her wet vagina covering every inch of my manhood.
“Fuck, yes,” she moaned, arching her back and enjoying this incestuous sex as much as I did.
All the frustration and pent-up desire from the day fueled my lust. I pounded into her, gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks. The couch creaked beneath us, but I didn’t care. Nothing mattered except her pussy that I desperately needed and the climax on top of it.
“You did this to me,” I told her, driving deeper. “Walking around in that tiny bikini, letting me watch you with my aunt.”
Mom giggled like a naughty schoolgirl. “I know. Take it out on me now.”
Her words made me fuck her harder, my cock disappearing and reappearing rapidly into her pussy. Mom’s inner walls clenched around me like a ring as she reached her own climax, her body tensing and squirming beneath mine.
“Come inside me,” Mom urged me. We’ve had sex so many times she could feel when I was close. She wrapped her legs around my waist to pull me deeper. “Be a good boy and fill me up, Jake. Make your mommy proud.”
With a final thrust, sliding all the way inside her so our flesh smacked, I exploded inside her, pumping rope after rope of hot cum into my mother’s pussy. The release was so intense that my vision went white with pleasure and stars. I couldn’t stop myself from moaning her name as I emptied everything I had into her, my hips jerking with each squirt. The relief was overwhelming after hours of torment, and I sighed in relief while my cock still twitched inside her.
As I collapsed against her, breathing hard against her neck, Mom stroked my hair tenderly. “Was it worth the wait?” she whispered, a hint of amusement in her voice.
“God, yes,” I said, feeling my cock soften a little. “Better than anything I could have imagined all day.”
The sound of the front door opening made us both freeze.
“Amanda? Sorry, I forgot my—”
Evelyn stood in the doorway, her keys dangling from one hand, her mouth falling open as she took in the scene before her. Her eyes widened as they traveled down our naked bodies to where my cock was still visibly stuffed inside my mother.
“Oh my God,” she gasped, her face flushing scarlet. She quickly averted her eyes, looking anywhere but at us. “I—I’m so sorry. I just came back for my phone.”
Mom didn’t move from beneath me, didn’t scramble to cover herself as I might have expected. Instead, she remained perfectly still, her hands resting on my back.
“It’s on the kitchen counter,” Mom said, her voice remarkably steady.
Evelyn nodded jerkily, keeping her eyes fixed on the floor as she hurried past us to the kitchen. She fumbled with her phone, nearly dropping it twice before clutching it to her chest. “I’m so sorry,” she stammered, backing toward the door. “I should have called first. I—I’ll just go.”
The front door clicked shut behind her, and I rolled off Mom, grabbing a pillow to cover myself. My face burned with embarrassment.
“Jesus Christ,” I muttered, running a hand through my hair. “What the fuck do we do now?”
Mom sat up, surprisingly calm as she reached for her discarded leggings. “It’s okay, Jake.”
“Okay? Your sister just caught us having sex. How is that remotely okay?”
Mom touched my cheek gently. “I’m embarrassed too, but if anyone would understand, it’s Evelyn.” She pulled her top over her head. “We’ve always been close.”
Mom was right. The following day, she and Evelyn talked on the phone, and my mother admitted everything. Evelyn came clean too. She said she actually thought it was kind of hot. I had to admit that getting caught wasn’t as bad as I’d expected. It was thrilling, and it made the sex even more intense. Still, my mother and I agreed that from now on, we’d be more careful, even if we continued enjoying our sexual relationship every day.
The end.
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