Mom and I Watch a Family-and Bond

I was in the parking lot behind the office, unhooking the trailer, when my phone went off. I tapped the Bluetooth earpiece. "Harris Trucking, how may I help you?"

"My driver just walked out on me, and I have to get this truck back to my studio."

I hadn't heard from my mother in over two months. She's a sculptor, and a successful one, whose creations adorn the public squares of over ten cities and twelve entertainment venues. She lives in seclusion two states away, in the northern plains, to inspire her art. Proud and self-reliant, she never calls asking for help. Never say never, I suppose, but I knew right away she was in a tight corner.

"What do you need me to do, Mom?"

There was a pause in the connection. "' Mother,' not 'Mom,' remember? I need you to drive this truck back to the studio. It's been loaded by the team, and it's in a fenced lot, but I have no driver, and I'm not taking a chance on a new one. When can you be here?"

I shook my head. That was my mother. She sort of raised my twin sister and me alone; she never shared the identity of my father. To put it diplomatically, she would never be featured as a character in a Hallmark movie. A driven artist on her way up in an impossible industry, she'd never been warm and loving. That's not to say she'd been cruel. There'd been love there; it had just been very reserved.

"Text me a pin."

I didn't bother trying to reason with her because I already knew how it would end. She was Marcy McBride, renowned sculptor; she was also my mother. I couldn't tell you which of those two details made her feel more entitled to my unquestioning acquiescence, but it was surely both, and she surely did.

My phone pinged with her text on her location. I checked my maps. Wow, not a drivable distance.

"Okay, I'll book a flight and text you my arrival time."

***

My wife, Barb, laughed and said, "Of course you can go; nobody says no to Marcy McBride."

She was standing in our large bathroom, naked, just out of the shower. She's petite, with long, red hair and brown, nearly black eyes. Her breasts, though not large, are perfectly shaped, and her nipples, right then, were long and hard. She caught me looking.

"You may be away a few days. When's your flight?"

"Not till four."

Barb pressed her body against mine. "Take a shower; I'll get the room ready."

I washed in record time, dried off quickly, and stepped into our bedroom. The sun poured through the large windows, bathing the room in midday light. Barb was on the bed, on her back, naked, with her perfect round ass up on two pillows and a towel under her. She was sliding a large dildo in and out of her trimmed pussy. When you marry a redhead, pussy shaving is forbidden.

The video of our last get-together with Jack and Alyssa played on the sixty-inch flat screen. My penis, already half-hard from thinking about fucking my wife, sprang up as I watched Barb masturbate on our bed, and, on the screen, I watched myself fucking Alyssa while Barb lay under us, licking Alyssa's pussy and my cock while Jack fucked her. Barb nudged me with her foot as she tossed the dildo on the floor. "Let's go, Bob."

I crawled up between her legs and filled my nose with her lusty scent. "I love you so fucking much, Barb."

She held my head in her hands. "I know, baby, but show me. Eat me; fuck me."

I pushed my tongue deep inside Barb's vagina. Her fingers clenched my scalp. Barb isn't vocal -- more visceral. She growled and yelped when I sucked on her extended clit. The video of the four of us ran in the background. Just hearing it allowed me to visualize the action.

Barb exhaled deeply as she climaxed in my mouth. She lifted my head. "Fuck me, baby. I need you in me."

I moved up and over her. Barb pointed to the TV. "Oh, this is where Jack fucked me in the ass." Her eyes came back to me as I pushed my cock into her wetness. "Oh, fucking yes. So good."

I had to make a flight, so I couldn't enjoy marathon sex with my wife. Barb slipped her hand between us and rubbed her clit. "Go for it. I'll meet you there."

Barb and I are gym enthusiasts, and she has mastered control of her Kegels, a skill she called upon to help me get off quickly. It worked. In five minutes, I felt the tide of my climax cresting, and with a satisfied grunt, I orgasmed as Barb shook under me, her finger and my cock bringing her climax.

I leaned back and gazed at my wife. She lay watching me watch her. Her vagina was still open, a trail of our mixed love running out and down to the towel under her. She ran her finger up through her lips and then to her mouth, sucking it loudly. My penis twitched.

She pointed at my cock. "You've always had a quick reload."

I looked down. "Yeah, I guess I'm just lucky."

"Not as lucky as I am. Go wash before I put that in my mouth; you need to get to the airport."

Barb glanced at the TV where the four of us were in our huge shower. "Now that's the way to bathe."

***

The Uber dropped me off at the open gate of a large truck storage yard in Sioux City, Iowa. Mom was standing in front of an eighteen-foot yellow box truck, arms crossed, looking at her watch. She was in her usual outfit: worn-out baggy Carhartt pants and an oversized, tired, chambray shirt, topped off with a faded Caterpillar baseball cap -- a gift from me. I picked up my small duffle and walked over.

"Was the plane delayed?" she asked.

I replied as I walked around the truck. "Mother, I know you refuse to fly, and your impatience always thinks it goes faster than it does. It was not."

"Can we get going?"

I unlatched the doors to the cargo box. "I also know your show schedule, Mother; I looked it up. You do not have a show for another three months. I've been driving and owning trucks since I was eighteen. I always check the load."

"I've been watching this truck for a day. I'm exhausted and want to return to my studio."

I closed, latched, and locked the cargo box. Mom stood at the back corner of the truck. It was July in Iowa, and Mom's shirt was dark in the areas where her perspiration had soaked through. Her rich chestnut hair, which fell halfway down her back, had acquired a streak of grey. I thought it looked good, but kept it to myself. I walked past her and opened the cab.

"Let's go. It'll take about nine hours to get you back to Montana. We'll go as far as we can tonight and finish up tomorrow -- unless you want me to pull out my transmogrifier and get us there now, but you know what that does to our continuum."

Mom climbed into the other side. "Funny, son. I always wonder at your sense of humor."

I started the truck, and cool air filled the cab. The reason my mother 'wondered' was because she had no sense of humor herself, and had not known my father long enough to know if he did. At least, that had always been my impression, since she'd never shared that information with me.

It shouldn't come as a surprise when I say that my mother and I do not call and regale each other with the events of our lives. In theory, being stuck in a rental truck on the interstate was an opportunity to catch up. It was not. As I left the yard, my mother balled up a towel, leaned her head against the door, and fell asleep.

As I drove, I'd glance at her. Memories of my childhood came back to me. My sister and I were raised as part of our Uncle Charley and Aunt Sara's family. Parenting was not on my mother's list of life skills. We spent the weekends with Mom; she was more like that crazy Aunt than our mother, and we were okay with that.

Her life had revolved around her work, and still did. She'd never made mention of, nor had I ever seen any evidence of, any men or women sharing her space -- not that I'd ever cared with whom she might share a romantic relationship. I don't think she was celibate, just discreet.

***

Around four o'clock, near Kimball, South Dakota, the engine started losing power. I tried to nurse it to an exit, but it sputtered and died.

"Well, fuck," my mother said.

I looked at her. "Wow."

My mother glowered at me. "Just because I don't employ the coarse language you prefer does not mean I don't know the words. For this situation, there is simply no substitute. What is your plan?"

"My plan? You rented this truck and dragooned me into driving. I'm just the help." I got out and opened the hood.

"Do you know what's wrong?" she asked.

"Hell, no. You need a fucking degree to fix these things. I opened the hood as a universal sign of distress."

My mother was going through her phone. "Why else would somebody stop?"

"Well, mother, in my experience, it's usually because somebody has to pee."

Mom looked up. "On the side of an interstate highway?

I shrugged. "See it all the time. Are you calling the rental company?"

"How crude," she mumbled. "Yes, I'm calling them now."

As my mother was engaged in a heated conversation with the rental truck people — liberally salted with words she 'never' used, but with which she was apparently fluent — a white Cadillac Escalade pulled off the highway in front of the truck.

The doors opened, and four people got out. The driver was a man around forty, tanned, about six feet tall, and in excellent shape; his front-seat passenger was a woman about his age, tall and lean, with an above-average set of tits, and long, sun-bleached blonde hair. The back seat yielded a boy and a girl, somewhere in their late teens or early twenties, carbon copies of their parents. They all wore faded jeans, T-shirts, cowboy hats, and sunglasses.

I walked to them and extended my hand. "Thanks for stopping. I'm Bob."

"No problem, we do this all the time." The man took my hand; well, 'enveloped' would be a better word. "I'm Hank Conners. This is my wife, Melody, Hank Junior, and Anna. We have a little place up the road. Getting stuck out here can be dangerous. Um, your wife having a problem with the rental company?"

My mother had been young when I'd been born. "She's my mother, Marcy, and based on her language, I assume so."

Hank laughed and said, "Uh, referring to the rental truck guy as 'the soulless spawn of Satan's rectum' may not get you the help you need."

I sighed. "I agree, but you would have to know my mother."

My mother ended her call and, noticing our guests, walked over. "Hello, I'm Marcy, and this is my son, Bob. Thank you for stopping," She paused and looked at me. "The rental company will only get us a new truck."

Hank's brow furrowed. "That's what you need, right?"

My mother sighed. I knew the sign. She was not interested in explaining. I jumped in. "My mother is a sculptor, and the truck has her work in it. Experts loaded it."

Hank nodded. "Oh, I get it. May I call the rental folks?"

Mom shrugged and showed Hank her phone. "I have nothing to lose. Thank you."

***

Two hours later, we were in the lush leather seats of the Escalade, following our rental truck, which was being towed into Kimball City, South Dakota. Hank was my new best friend. He had negotiated with the rental company to have the truck repaired without having to unload it.

An hour later, things went from better to worse. The engine needed parts that were not available anywhere near the middle of nowhere we were currently in.

"Stay with us," Melody said.

My mother shook her head. "No. You have been amazing, and we have taken up enough of your time."

Hank Jr. spoke up. "You gotta stay with us. Nobody will speak to us if we let you stay in that ratbag motel. Out here on the prairie, we take care of each other. It's expected."

My mother and I shared a look. I shrugged, and she did, too. She looked at Melody. "Well, if you have room, that would be nice."

We left town. Hank drove at eighty miles per hour past an endless field of something green. He waved his arm. "This is our farm."

We kept driving; I saw no break in the field. "Did we miss the driveway?" I asked.

Anna snorted, and Hank Jr. jabbed her in the ribs as he replied, "No, our place is after the farm."

It was another two minutes until, off to our left, I saw a wide entrance. Hank turned in, taking the right when the driveway -- as wide as a two-lane highway -- forked. "The farm is ten thousand acres," he explained. "Been in the family for over a hundred years. We have a guy who manages it. We run a small horse-breeding ranch. We're here."

I smiled at Hank's description: "a little place down the road." The house was huge— two stories, white, wings, dormers, front porch, landscaped. My mother's polite "if you have room" comment amused me. Behind the house, I saw a large stable and the usual white board-fenced corral with two horses standing in it.

A half hour later, Melody was pouring lemonade on their enclosed porch. Mom and I were set up in the guest wing overlooking the large swimming pool. Melody apologized that there was only one double bed, as the mate to it had broken the previous week. I pondered the circumstances that would cause a bed to break and chastised myself for thinking that way.

Dinner consisted of fried chicken, a salad, and plenty of family joking. We were not allowed to help with the cleanup. Hank and Melody gave us a tour of the ranch, and my mother talked about her work, brushing off or ignoring all questions of a more personal nature.

Between the Conners stopping to help us, all the work getting the truck into the garage, dinner, and the tour, it was past ten. Mom and I thanked the Conners again and went to our suite.

My mother closed the door. "If you don't mind, I'll shower first." She looked at the bed. "This will be interesting."

"We'll be fine. I'll take the left side. It's only for one, maybe two nights."

My mother went to her bag, pulled out a kit and some clothes, and walked to the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

That innocuous act ended the normal part of our trip -- and our relationship.

Mom came back out wearing a long T-shirt. I'd never seen her at bedtime without some kind of robe. She's not skinny, but trim, I guess? I'd only seen her in baggy clothing; I had no idea she had a figure, and a nice one at that. Her breasts weren't big, so they didn't need a bra, and her nipples, stiff from the shower, made two points in the shirt.

Mom quickly braided her hair as I got out my shorts, a tee shirt, and my kit. She stood in front of a full-length mirror. I slowed my actions to watch. Something about watching the act intrigued me; Barb keeps her shorter, so I'd never had the opportunity at home. Mom, well-practiced in the art, wove two hanks of hair behind her back, the single band of gray highlighting one of them. She reached the bottom and held the braid as she bent over her bag to retrieve an elastic.

She had nothing on under that T-shirt. The hem moved up and over her curvy ass -- which I'd also never known she had -- and revealed her unshaven pussy. My mother was hot. She stood, and I saw her face in the mirror, looking at me. Feeling the heat of embarrassment on mine, I mumbled, "Excuse me" as I moved behind her and entered the bathroom.

A black lace thong and matching bra hung off a towel rack in the bathroom. I stared. They were the antithesis of my vision of my mother. On the outside, no care for her looks; inside, high-quality panties and bras.

I touched the garments, picturing her wearing just them. I'd never thought about that; it just wasn't her. I wondered what else I didn't know about her.

As I stepped in front of the sink, I saw my mother's cosmetic bag. A medium-sized, pink, suction-cup dildo lay in there, half-hidden by another expensive thong. I touched it; it was still wet from being washed. My mother does have sexual thoughts, and now I had them about her.

I showered with an erection. I didn't masturbate, aware that my mother was in the next room and remembering being teased by her once about taking a "'long shower.'" I turned the water cold at the end to calm my confused dick.

I stepped back into the room. The light was off, but the room glowed with the bluish hue of moonlight. The AC temperature was set a little high, and Mom lay under just the sheet. I got on my side, rolled to my right, facing the wall, and settled on the edge of the mattress.

On the cusp of unconsciousness, I heard splashing outside and felt Mom get up. I slowly rolled to my back and slit an eye.

Mom stood at the window. Somebody was in the pool. As she watched, I saw her right hand move in front of her, and the hem of that T-shirt shifted.

I rustled the sheets. Mom's hand snapped back to her side. Curious, I got up and approached her, standing to her left.

Melody and Hank Jr. were in the pool, bathed in the copious moonlight. I was guessing it was around eleven -- an odd time to be in the pool, naked, with your son sitting on the pool edge while you suck his nice-sized cock. To say I was surprised would be an understatement. Intrigued would be the correct word.

Mom did not acknowledge my presence. I glanced and saw that her nipples were two rigid points in her shirt, and I thought I caught the scent of female excitement. She didn't look away; she didn't voice any disgust or displeasure; she just watched.

In the pool, Melody's skill at fellatio yielded its reward as Hank Jr. pulled his mother's head against his hips and, ass flexing, climaxed into her willing mouth. She released him and pulled her head back. They talked and switched places. Melody, feet flat at the edge of the pool, leaned back on a folded towel and pinched and pulled her nipples as her son pressed his face against her pussy.

My rigid cock made an obscene tent in my loose cotton shorts -- the only clothing I had on. Mom's fingers toyed with the edge of her T-shirt over her pussy, and her nipples looked painfully hard.

The whole situation was nothing short of bizarre. I was standing next to my mother, whom I knew so little about, watching sex- not just sex, but incest- and neither of us was leaving or talking.

Melody had a beautiful set of tits. From the way they moved as her son ate her, they were original equipment. Her pussy was completely natural, just shaved at the edges. She had dark eyebrows, and, true to that trait, her pubic hair was also dark brown. Junior loved it. His hand slipped between his mother's legs and she grabbed his head. I knew what he'd done. He had his mouth on her clit while his finger went in deep and rubbed her G spot. Her hips undulated as she climaxed on her son's face.

My mother whispered, "That's wrong," in a non-committal tone.

"They would disagree," I whispered.

Mom looked over at me, her eyes focusing on my barely covered erection. "As would you, apparently."

I blushed and marveled that I had done so. I guess I had a splinter of shame, though I don't know why.

Melody stood as Hank Jr launched himself out of the pool. They grabbed towels. Assuming the show was over, I returned to my side of the bed. Mom kept her eyes on me and my cloth-covered erection until I got into bed, then went to the bathroom. If she masturbated, I didn't hear it. I was out in seconds.

***

At five-forty-five, I woke up. Knowing my mother preferred to sleep late, I slipped out of bed and the room.

As with everything in that house, the kitchen was expansive. As I entered, I caught the scent of coffee, saw the machine with mugs clustered next to it, and poured myself a cup. I assumed the machine was on a timer.

I heard motion and looked up as Melody walked in. She wore a long cotton robe and was barefoot. Her nipples made two tempting points in the light fabric, and my mind flashed back to the night before.

"Good morning, Bob," she said as she poured herself a cup of coffee.

"You're an early riser, like me," I replied.

Melody stood and leaned against the counter. "City boy. I'm the last one up. Hank, Deuce, and Anna have been working since five."

"Wow," I replied. "Deuce?"

Melody smiled and cocked an eyebrow. "Hank the second?"

"Ohhhhh."

She sipped her coffee and put the mug down. "It's much easier than saying Hank Junior, and cooler and less demeaning than just 'Junior.'

Melody toyed with the tie on her robe. I tried not to stare as the knot unraveled and the robe opened, revealing her naked body underneath. She gave a slight shrug, and the robe slid off her shoulders and piled at her feet. I'm sure my mouth hung open.

"Better close up?"

I've only been with two women in my life, and they paled in comparison to Melody. She had a long, lean body; tight waist; those perfect breasts with a slight sag; and her pubic area, just shaved at the edges, forming a perfect triangle of curly brown hair. I looked up into her eyes.

"Ahhh, ummmm." Words would not form for me.

"I saw you watching us," she said as her finger traced around her rigid nipple. "Do you and your mother...?"

Melody moved closer, and I caught her scent. It was crisp and clean, with a hint of excitement. I looked her over from head to toe. She wasn't glamorous. She had natural beauty. I shifted in my chair, aware of my erection.

"No, we do not."

Melody cocked an eyebrow. "Interesting."

I watched her hand move and touch my knee. It was the hand of a woman who worked, like my mother's hands: calloused; they were not soft and smooth. She caressed my skin.

"How late does your mother sleep?" Melody asked, her eyes focused on my barely concealed erection.

"I'm married, as are you."

Melody's finger slipped just under the hem of my shorts, paused, and moved back. "Yes, I am, but Hank and I have an arrangement. We have no secrets."

I wanted to fuck that woman. I wanted to lick her, just like her son had. I wanted to cum in her mouth, fuck her tits, and cum on her face. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever met, but.

"My wife and I have an arrangement also, but it does not cover touching you."

Melody took her hand back and smirked. The corner of her mouth turned up. "'Touching.' Interesting. So, watching is permitted, obviously." It was a statement, not a question.

I nodded. "Yes."

Melody pulled out two stools and arranged them next to each other. She sat on one and lay back on the other, her legs wide, displaying her very excited and wet pussy.

"You don't mind if I masturbate, do you?"

"No. Not at all."

Her fingers trailed over her flat abdomen and through her fur, spreading her lips and sliding inside. "Ohhhh, yesss," she moaned.

I looked up from her pussy. She slid her tongue out over her lips. "Are you allowed to masturbate while away from home?"

I stood up. My erection poked out of the fly of my shorts. "Yes."

Melody tugged on a nipple. "Are you allowed to be watched while you masturbate?"

"It is not specifically forbidden," I replied. I was rubbing my cock.

Melody looked right into my eyes. "Take off your shorts."

I shoved them off and stepped out of them. I held my cock.

Melody stared at my erection. "Cut, just like I prefer. Jerk off with me, Bob. Cum for me. Cum on me."

I stood between Melody's long, lithe legs, stroking my cock while she rubbed her clit with one hand and fingered her drenched sex with the other. We were both panting.

"Tell me what you're thinking," she said.

I fought my rising climax as I spoke. "I want to move your hands and eat your pussy. I want you to fill my mouth with your climax."

"More," Melody growled. "Dirtier."

"I want to hold your legs back and shove my tongue into your asshole."

Melody grunted, and a wave of milky fluid poured out of her vagina. Her wild eyes urged me on.

"I want to kneel over you, lube your big tits with your cum and fuck them, shoving the head of my cock into your mouth on each stroke until I burst inside your nasty mouth and pull out, cumming on your face and tits."

Another groan and flowing climax. "More, you dirty fucker."

"I'll put you on your hands and knees, your face in the ground. I'll grab your hips and jam my cock in your cunt like I hate you."

While Melody climaxed again, I moved until I was next to her face.

"I have to cum. Your slutty fucking body is making me crazy."

Melody turned her head. "Do it. Cum in my slutty mouth and then all over me." She opened her mouth wide.

I huffed my breath as my orgasm rose. I forced myself to stroke slowly. Then it was there. "Cumming, Melody."

I held the tip of my cock inches from her mouth as I came. A long, hard shot right into her gaping mouth. I pulled back, and the second arc struck her face as I turned. I let the last one loose over her perfect breasts.

Melody swirled my load and swallowed. Her hand came to my belly and pushed me away; she was grinning. "Go -- now, or I swear I will rape you."

I picked up my shorts and left.

As I turned into the hall to our suite, I saw my mother, still in that T-shirt, entering our suite.

As I walked in, she had just pulled off the T-shirt. She looked at me and bent over to slip on a red thong while talking.

"I'm going to be cranky all day. I hardly slept. I've never shared a bed, and it was disquieting."

As she talked, she clipped her bra, unconcerned with the show she was putting on. "Would you like to ask Melody to put me in another room?"

Mom had her work pants and shirt on by then. She brushed by me and left, saying, "I'll be fine. I'll get used to it. Melody has done more than I ever expected."

I stood in the room, staring at the door. She'd seen us. I knew it. Is she mad because she thinks I'm cheating on Barb or something else? It was the something else that I couldn't get off my mind.

I returned to the kitchen, fully dressed. Melody was at the stove, wearing jeans and a T-shirt, cooking eggs and bacon. "Hope you're hungry," she said. "We eat big and work big here." It was as if the last hour had never happened.

Mom sat at the island. "I asked Melody if she would let us help with the chores. I don't know much about farm life other than the work never ends."

Melody had three plates on the island. She turned from the stove and divided the food among them.

"You're our guests, but we'd never say no if you want to help."

As we ate, Melody explained the routines of farm life. Many of the tasks -- in fact, almost all of them -- were low-skill and well-suited to my mother and me.

As we ate, Melody caught my eye and smiled. My mother watched me and Melody, reading us.

After we cleaned up breakfast, Melody gave each of us a pair of worn work gloves, a baseball cap, and a clean bandana, and showed us the list.

Mom and I divided the tasks between us. My first task was stall cleaning. Mom headed for the feed shed; I headed for the stable.

The stable had a center aisle, ten feet wide, with five stalls on one side and four on the other. A tack room at the far end replaced the fifth stall. Melody had said the cart and pitchfork should be by the tack room.

The only shoes I had with me were my sneakers, so my steps were soundless as I walked the length of the stable. The tools were leaning against the wall at the other end.

I heard voices from the room, and more. I slipped into the last stall to listen. The boards on the wall were rough-sawn and not well-fitted. I looked through a large gap.

Deuce and Anna were in the room. Anna's jeans were unbuttoned and shoved down to allow her brother's hand between her legs. Deuce's pants were around his feet, along with his briefs. Anna's hand stroked his erection. They were kissing, deep and hard, and moaning.

I stared and thought, Is the whole family having sex?

Anna broke their kiss and whispered, "This is too dangerous, Deuce. We have guests. Oh fuck!"

Deuce's hand twitched. "You like that, sis?" He nibbled Anna's neck. "City folk. They won't be up for a while."

Anna pulled away and turned, facing a saddle on a wooden horse. "You better be right. You hit my spot, and now I need you in me. Make it fast, brother."

She shoved her pants and pink thong down to her ankles and lay over the saddle. I caught movement at the window. My mother was watching them. Deuce and Anna were facing away from the window. I didn't think they could see her.

Deuce got on his knees behind his sister. "Gotta make sure you're wet enough."

Anna moaned as her brother's mouth contacted her pussy, "Ohhh, you liar. You like licking me."

With her legs still in her jeans, Deuce had trouble really giving the tongue to her. His fingers dug into her cleft and pulled her ass cheeks open.

"Do not lick your sister's asshole," she moaned. He did, poking his tongue into her star. "Ohh, that's good. Stop that, and fuck me,"

Deuce stood up and aligned his cock with her entrance. He held her trim hips and slid in. "Oh, so fucking good."

Anna huffed, "Better than Mom?"

Deuce stroked his cock in and out. I could hear the wetness. "Different."

"Good answer, brother. Faster, I need to get off."

I looked past the sexing siblings. Mom was still at the window. I left the stall and went out the far end of the stable, walking around the outside.

I peeked around the corner at the far end. Mom was at the window. Her work pants were unbuttoned, unzipped, and half down her thighs, her green thong with them. My mother was masturbating while watching incest.

I know so little about my own mother. She is a voyeur, but does she just like watching others have sex, and is ignoring the incest, or is it the incest that makes it worth watching?

My cock was a bar in my pants. I was conflicted. Do I go back and watch the siblings fuck, or watch my mother masturbate? Mom had the cutest ass, round and firm; I was captivated.

Another thing I'd never noticed about my mother was that she had a 'thigh gap.' Most women's legs are a V at the top. Some women, however, like my mother, have a 'U,' making a gap between their legs. That allowed Mom to get her hand between her legs with ease, and, since she was bending over, I got a perfect view of her hand massaging her pussy.

I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, shoving my briefs under my cock. I could hear Deuce and Anna through the gaps in the outside wall while I watched my mother pleasure herself. I wasn't going to last very long.

Mom's body shook, and a milky fluid flowed over her hand. From the other side of the wall, I heard Deuce. "Cummin', sis."

Anna moaned, "Hold it. I want it in my mouth."

My cock twitched and then spurted as I heard the rustling and Deuce moan, "Take it, Anna. Take it all."

Mom came again, covering her hand with her cum. I backed up and around the corner, holding my pants up. Once out of sight, I got myself back in order and headed back to the far end of the stable to make a noisy entry and get some work done.

Anna and Deuce walked out of the tack room as I walked up the stable. Deuce gave me a nervous glance, and Anna just smiled.

I spent the rest of the morning cleaning stalls and re-running what I'd seen through my mind.

***

We were sitting at the picnic table by the pool, eating lunch. Melody, the perfect host, had made us sandwiches and lemonade. As we ate, she'd look at me and then at Mom. I couldn't help but blush, and neither could Mom. Hank and Deuce appeared oblivious, but Anna just smiled. I felt like I should be keeping a scorecard: who was fucking whom and who knew. -- Even more than that, I wanted to know what was up with my mother, whom I'd never known to have an interest in sex, and certainly not incest.

After lunch, I helped Melody clean up. We were standing in the kitchen. Melody closed the dishwasher and turned to me.

"Bob, I need you to walk the back trail. We've had a problem with trappers poaching foxes on our land."

She explained how to spot the traps, which, being disguised, would be tough to see from the seat of a quad. It all made sense to me.

Deuce had the pickup and was headed into town to get feed. Hank and Anna went to exercise the horses. Melody had office work, and Mom was checking the fences on a quad. It appeared as though my afternoon would be limited to work.

***

I'd been walking for about half an hour when I saw Hank and Anna's horses tied to a tree. I stopped and listened; I heard voices and a stream flowing. I maneuvered around so I would be downwind of them; wind carries sound. I stepped carefully to avoid making noise.

A line of bushes blocked my view. I could hear that Hank and Anna were on the other side. There was a small gap in the branches; I stepped up to it, and could see them through it.

They were sitting on the rocks at the edge of a pool, undressing, in no hurry, chatting about farm business as they disrobed. I thought Melody said there were no secrets, so I guess this is okay?

They pulled off their boots and socks. Hank peeled his T-shirt off and tossed it aside. He had a working man's body -- not cut up like a weightlifter, but definitely in shape. Anna threw her tank top on the growing pile. She wore a tan sports bra, which she peeled off. Anna had better tits than her mom -- big, but very firm. Hank stood up and unbuckled his belt, leaving it in the loops as he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. Anna stood and watched, her pants undone, open, and unzipped, with her hand down the front.

"I love watching you strip, Dad," she said.

Hank shoved his jeans down his legs and stepped out of them as he answered, "I like that we got away. It's nice to help folks, but it's cutting into the family fun."

Hank stood in just his white briefs, his erection filling the front and the head peeking out of the waistband. Anna slid her jeans down and kicked them off, leaving only her pink thong. She was a younger version of Melody.

She moved into her father's open arms. "Deuce and I got a quickie in the tack room this morning."

Hank hugged her, his mouth at her ear and his hands filled with her trim little ass. "That was risky. Mom asked Bob to clean the stalls. Hope he didn't see you."

Anna kissed Hank long and deep, her hand massaging his covered erection. She pulled back. "Marcy watched us. She was at the window. She watched till Deuce came on my face. I'd say she's a fan."

They had their hands in each other's underwear, shoving them down and kicking them off as they moved to a patch of soft grass. Hank lay down. His cock stood up. It was a little bigger than mine, and cut. Anna followed him, and I noticed that her pubic hair was lighter and shorter than Melody's.

"I'd agree. She wouldn't have stayed to watch if she didn't like it. You have your brother cum on your face so your dad could lick your pussy?"

Anna saw my mother? What is it with this family? Captivated by the incestuous display, I unbuckled my pants, unzipped them, and shoved them down along with my briefs. My cock was rock hard; I wanted to enjoy the show. Anna stood over her prone father's face.

"Oh, Dad, I know you don't mind, but yeah, I wanted to be nice and clean for you."

Hank ran his hand up his daughter's leg, lightly touching her pussy.

Anna gently bit her lip. "You're killin' me, Dad." Anna turned around, facing his feet. "I have a better idea."

She knelt, putting her hands on Hank's legs to steady herself, and nestled her pussy onto her father's mouth as she leaned forward, taking his cock into hers. They both moaned.

I pinched the base of my cock to hold back my climax. I had become a voyeur, like my mother— so much change in such a short time.

Hank's hands spread Anna's ass, and his finger massaged her hole. She gulped his cock like a pro. He paused and gently pushed her off.

"Baby, we've only got time for Dad to cum once. Where do you want it?"

Anna swung around until they were face to face. "In my pussy, Dad."

I stopped touching myself. I was so close to cumming. Watching real sex between family members you knew was intense. Anna reached between her trim legs and held her dad's cock, swiping the head along her pussy to lube it. She leaned down and kissed Hank as her hips dropped, and she took him in.

I cursed silently as I climaxed, hands-free. My cock spurted on the branch in front of me. Something that had never happened to me. I stroked my cock, coaxing out two more shots.

I tried to get off once more, but it had been a busy morning for masturbation. I settled for watching Anna ride her father on a swath of grass beside a burbling stream.

"Dad, I'm close, Anna moaned. "Give me the finger,"

Hank reached around her and wet his finger in his daughter's pussy, moved it back, and shoved it up her ass. She howled.

"Yesss! she yelled as her body shook, and I watched her climax flow over her father's hips. "Oh, Daddy!"

"Right here with you, baby," Hank said, shoving her hips down as he rammed up, cumming inside her.

Anna fell forward and rested on top of Hank. I heard leaves rustle and looked to my left in surprise. Ten feet away, Mom had snuck up and been watching Hank, Anna, and apparently her son. She was bending over, facing away, pulling up her thong and pants. I could clearly see her open pussy, the hair shiny and matted.

Mom never turned back. She walked away carefully, avoiding any sticks that might crack under her feet. I looked back through the bush. Anna and Hank were getting dressed. I slipped away, making sure to stay quiet.

I did find two traps, so Melody wasn't setting me up to watch; I guess I'd gotten lucky. As I walked back to the house, I had plenty of time to think about my mother.

We'd been the guests of the Conners for twenty-four hours, and in that time, I'd learned more about my mother than I had in the preceding twenty-six years. She was an attractive woman. She had sexual thoughts. She was not offended by incest -- maybe. I'd already considered the possibility that she was just a voyeur. But what if? I decided to watch and see.

As I walked, my cock grew, and I had to admit that I wanted to have sex with my mother; even at that I wasn't going to make a move unless and until she gave me a clear signal.

I went up to the guest suite to shower. I opened the door and walked in. Mom stood on the far side of the bed. She turned as I entered. She was naked and looked lovely. I hadn't seen her breasts clearly before. They were beautiful -- not large, but two perfect firm cones. Her nipples were fat and long, and centered on dark brown areolas.

"You don't mind if I go first?" she asked, making no move to cover herself.

"No," I replied. "Uh, you're a bit casual."

Mom shrugged. "We're adults and family."

With that cryptic remark, Mom entered the bathroom and closed the door.

I thought about stripping, but didn't think it was a good idea. I lay on the bed and looked at a magazine I'd found on the shelf. Then I heard sounds from the bathroom. I put the magazine down and listened. They were muffled, but if you had the right imagination, they certainly sounded like fucking. I remembered seeing Mom's toy, and my brain formed the image of my mother fucking her dildo in the shower. I stripped down to my briefs and rubbed my erection through the cotton.

The shower shut off, and I jumped up and put on loose athletic shorts to conceal my erection. The door opened, and Mom walked out in just a teal thong. Her body curved in all the right places, and that round ass of hers was captivating. I fought to avoid staring.

"All yours" was her only remark.

Her eyes went to the prominent bulge in my shorts as I passed. She gave my boner a good look and then went back to putting on her matching bra.

I closed the bathroom door and got another surprise. Mom's suction cup dildo was still on the wall of the shower. I stared at the pink phallus and pictured my mother riding it. I assumed it was a mistake. I left it there, but it felt odd when I brushed against it during my shower.

Watching doesn't mean wanting. What I wanted would be crossing a huge line. I had to be sure.

Mom was gone when I got out of the shower. I dressed and joined them all on the covered porch by the pool.

The margarita machine whirred away, and everybody was one drink ahead of me. Mom reported that the garage had called, and the truck would be ready the next afternoon at the close of business.

Melody sipped her drink. "Well, good news for you, bad for us. You have been perfect guests and have made our dull life here just a little bit more exciting."

I responded to her statement, dripping with innuendo, with just a gracious "Thank you."

***

Mom had gone to check on the horses with Hank, Anna, and Deuce. Melody was in the kitchen, and I volunteered to help clean up.

I put all the remaining glasses and plates on a tray and took them to the kitchen.

Melody turned to the sink as I entered, and I saw she wore an apron -- and nothing else. I put the tray on the island. After that morning, I shouldn't have been surprised, but.

"Um, is this the approved attire for doing dishes?"

Melody turned and leaned against the counter. "When we don't have guests, it's the attire for everything."

"Is that why you haven't offered us the use of the pool?"

Melody untied the apron and slipped it off, letting it drop on the floor. She came to me, standing inches away. "We don't own swimsuits." She pressed her body against me, pinning me to the island. "I know, no touching. Let's call this a hug."

Her arms went around my neck, and my hands rested on her waist. She smelled clean, with a hint of excitement. She pushed her hips in, grinding against my erection as she touched her mouth to my ear, her tongue probing as she whispered.

"Have you fucked your mother yet?"

I wasn't thinking about my mother then. I wanted to fuck the woman right in front of me, and badly. I dropped my hands before they found their way to her ass.

"No. How did this happen? Your family?"

Melody backed up. "You have a lot more restraint than I expected."

I shrugged. Melody hopped up on the granite island and spread her legs. Her pussy was wet and open, the moisture glistening on her dark pubic hair.

"Deuce was the first. It was during the COVID lockdown. He caught Hank and I fucking. He didn't think I saw him watching us and masturbating. I'd never thought about incest, but seeing our son, well, it triggered something in me -- Hank, too."

Melody's right fingers toyed with her pubic hair and open pussy. Her left hand held one of her impressive breasts. She continued her story.

"The next day, I went into Deuce's bathroom while he was showering and joined him. He was a little, uh, freaked out? I told him I had seen him watching us while I masturbated him. He didn't last long, and his warm cum shooting on me felt awesome. He was still upset until I told him his dad knew what I was doing, and that he could watch us next time."

Melody reached out and took a cucumber off the counter. "Since you won't fuck me, and telling this story is turning me on, you'll have to watch me masturbate. Strip, Bob. I won't touch you, but I want to see your cock again."

I dropped my shorts and pulled off my shirt. Melody smiled. "This may sound odd, but I've only been with three men, two of whom you've met. I love your cock." She nibbled her lower lip as she slid the cucumber into her vagina. My cock flinched. Melody smiled. "I love to know I turn you on."

"Tell me more," I said as I stroked my cock.

"That night, we invited Deuce into our room. I'll keep this short. We told him to strip and watch. Well, that didn't go as planned. I was on my hands and knees, sucking Hank, when I felt Deuce's cock at my entrance."

"So, what did you do?"

Melody buried the cuke in her pussy and sighed. "What any good mother would do: I told my son to fuck me. Oh, and he ended up giving his mother a good fucking." Melody took the cucumber from her pussy and licked it clean. "We're having salad tonight. You good with that?"

"Looking forward to it," I replied.

Melody put the vegetable away and continued. "We thought we had it all under control until one night when, once again, I was on our bed on all fours, Deuce was behind me, fucking me, and I had Hank's cock in my mouth when the door opened. Anna walked in naked and said, 'What about me?'

"That night, we got to watch our daughter lose her virginity to her brother and get spit-roasted by her male family members. After that, our home was clothing-free and rule-free. It was months before we found out there was a phrase for our lifestyle: 'free use.'"

Melody turned and looked out the window. "They're headed back." She jumped off the island, colliding with me and taking my erection in her warm hand. "Go for it, Bob. She wants to fuck you." Melody let go and walked out the door as I dressed.

***

It was eleven when I followed Mom into the suite and closed the door. I went into the bathroom to pee and brush my teeth. Mom brushed by me as I came out, wearing that same long T-shirt, her nipples once again making two hard points.

I stripped, put on my cotton shorts, and got into bed. Mom had turned off the overhead light, leaving her bedside light on. I heard the sink running briefly. The toilet flushed, and the sink ran again for longer than it should have taken to just wash a pair of hands.

Mom stepped out of the bathroom and looked at the thermostat. "It was warm in here last night. Melody said the AC unit here is not working well." She turned to the bed and whisked off the light blanket. "We won't be needing this."

She pulled the sheet back, revealing me. She glanced as if checking to see if I was naked, then got into bed and pulled the sheet over her.

"Goodnight, Bob," she said as she clicked off the light and rolled over on her left side, facing away from me.

I lay there with an erection. Melody's 'suggestion' ran through my mind. Did she say that because she knew? Did my mother speak to her? Have the two of them had sex? I had no idea if my mother or Melody was bisexual, or if Melody was trying to instigate.

Was my mother just looking for a sign underneath the sheet? The casual nudity, the dildo, and watching me masturbate were all signs, but easily explained away by voyeurism and exhibitionism. I rolled onto my right side, facing the wall, and reminded myself again that watching isn't wanting.

I've read a lot of erotica -- no surprise there. How many times does the male character end up snuggled against the female, his hand holding her tit and his boner against her ass? It's comical, right?

I woke up some time later. The abundant moonlight that had illuminated Melody and Deuce the other night filled the room.

I was in precisely the position that I had so often mocked. I lay behind my mother, pressed against her, my right arm over her trim body, my hand full of a warm, firm, cotton-covered breast, and my erection -- still safely in my shorts -- nestled into the cleft of her ass. In my defense, it's a common occurrence with Barb, though we do not wear anything to bed.

I listened to Mom and determined that she was asleep. She felt good. I wanted to slip my hand under her shirt and caress her breast, but I took my hand off and carefully moved back to my side of the bed.

I lay there, trying to be as quiet as possible, enjoying the tactile memory of the feel of my mother's breast. I felt her shift next to me, and I crowded the edge of the bed to avoid contact as she moved the sheet off her. The room was warm -- not hot, but warm. I wanted to take the sheet off my side, but didn't want to let Mom know I was awake, fearing that she knew of my transgression.

The moon had set, leaving our room in deep darkness. I had done it again. I was against Mom, my hand holding her breast, and my hard cock, which poked out of the fly of my shorts, nestled in the cleft of her ass. It took a second for me to realize that my mother was naked. My hand held her breast, and her rigid nipple rested between my fingers. The sheet was on the floor, and I caught the scent of excitement.

As I moved my hand off and away, she covered it and pushed it back on.

"Touch me, please."

Mom's skin was warm and soft. We were both breathing deeply. The darkness gave us permission. I cupped her breast and pinched her nipple between my fingers. She sighed -- almost moaned -- and her trim hips pressed back against my erection.

"Move down a little," she whispered.

As I shifted my body towards her feet, she lifted her right leg, resting it on the other. My cock slid along her butt, leaving a trail of pre-cum until the head slipped forward, and I felt her pubic hair and wetness. Mom moved her hips until she had the head of my cock at her entrance.

"Do it."

I let go and rolled back. My mother gasped. "I'm so sorry, Bob. I thought..."

I reached over and turned on my light, then rolled back to look at her. "I'm going to make love to my mother, but I won't do it in the dark, like we are ashamed."

Mom's expression went from fear to desire. She reached out and cupped my face with her hand. "You have no idea what you have just started."

"Show me," I whispered.

Mom rolled onto her back. She placed her hands behind her knees and drew her legs up and out, displaying her pussy. Her pubic hair shone with her wetness. Her vulva was open, her clitoris, erect. A small rivulet of white trailed out of her vagina.

"Take off those shorts and come fuck your mother."

I stared momentarily, shocked by the change in my mother's demeanor, but my pause was brief.

I shoved off my shorts, moved over her, propped myself up on my elbows, and looked into her eyes. The head of my cock was once again nudging her wet entrance. Her legs were around mine; her heels rested on my thighs.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"I've been sure for years," she replied. "Stick it in me."

I angled my head, and our open mouths met as I entered my mother. The wrongness and her tight, wet warmth both pushed me to the edge, but I held back my climax as I slid my cock all the way inside. Her arms wrapped around me and pulled me tighter; her heels dug into the backs of my thighs; her tongue fought with mine as she panted around our kiss. I broke it to breathe and looked into her wild eyes.

"Faster," she said. "Harder."

I held her head in my hands for leverage and fucked her faster. I drove my cock into her; our bodies slapped together. Her pussy squished with her wetness. The bed slammed against the wall. I knew I wouldn't last, and she did, too. She saw it in my eyes.

"In me," she panted as she climaxed.

I felt my orgasm rising. "I love you, Mom," I grunted as I released.

My mother gasped. I felt her vagina flex as she came, moaning, "I love you, son."

I continued to fuck her until I felt my erection fading. I rolled off her and onto my back next to her.

"The circle is complete," she whispered.

"What did you say?" I asked.

Mom rolled towards me, and moved her leg over my left as she put her lips against mine. "That was worth waiting for."

I ran my hand through her hair. "I'm honored."

Mom's hand moved up and gently fondled my cock. "I hope you don't think that's it. Your mother is very needy, and I'm just getting started."

Those words, spoken against my lips, had my cock growing again.

Mom hummed in satisfaction. "Yes, nice to know you're still interested in an old lady after you've cum."

I ran my finger down her side and over. She moved to her back as my finger traveled over her belly and navel, to the edge of her pubic mat.

"You're not old," I said. "You're hot, and I've got plans."

Mom spread her legs wide. "What kind of plans?"

"I shouldn't be crude. You don't use those words."

Mom stroked my renewed erection. "When I fuck, all rules are gone. Tell me."

I put my mouth against her ear and extended my tongue as I whispered. My hand moved down and cupped her drenched sex. "I'm going to eat your pussy, lick out all of our cum, then finger your G spot while I suck your fucking clit. I want you to cum all over your son's face."

Mom shook, and I felt the flow over my hand. She growled, "Do it you dirty fucker. Eat momma's pussy. Make me cum."

I had an instant of introspection. Where the fuck did this person come from?"Get a pillow under your ass," I said, and Mom had it done in a matter of seconds. I got between her trim legs and enjoyed a close view of her pussy. I reached up and, as my mouth touched her sex, I pinched her nipples.

She gasped and pressed her hips up against my mouth. "Oh, fuck, more. Eat me, son."

My cum, mixed with her cum and natural lubricant, made a heady sex cocktail. I licked her starting from her anus, then up over her vulva, pausing to suck on her clit.

I moved one hand to her belly -- my palm flat against her, holding her down -- and the other between her legs. I slid two fingers inside her as I captured her clit with my mouth. I turned my hand, and my fingers found that spot just behind her hip bone. I pressed on it while I sucked her rigid bud.

My mother gasped. "Oh fuck, more, more, more."

Her body shook. She was climaxing. I pulled out my fingers and pressed my mouth to her vulva as she gasped, and the wave washed into my mouth. She convulsed, and a second wave followed.

She pressed my head away. "Oh, fuck that was good. You're better than... Enough, my turn. Roll over. Your mother is going to suck your cock."

The way she talked, it was evident that she was into the incest aspect of our sex. Mom got between my legs, took half my cock into her mouth, slathered her tongue over it, then released it.

"I cum a lot, huh?" she asked.

I gently touched her hair. "Yes, you do, and I love it."

Mom licked my cock. "How 'bout you?"

"I don't compare notes, but Barb is pregnant, so I cum enough."

"A baby? Oh my. We'll talk about that later. Can you cum three times?"

"Do I have to tell the story if I say yes?"

"No, just let me suck your cock and cum in my mouth. Then fuck me once more."

She looked into my eyes as she slowly slid her mouth down my cock, taking almost all of it inside. I gently held her head. Her tongue glided around the tip; her hand held my balls. She was in no hurry to finish me off.

I lay, propped up on pillows, and savored her skill at fellatio. She looked up at me as she suckled the head of my cock while stroking the shaft, then nibbled her way up and down my shaft while fondling my balls.

"You're good at this," I said.

"That's because I love you and I love sucking cock," she replied, "and now I'm going to make you cum."

My mother took me back in and sucked me in a nice rhythm, stroking the base as her warm, mouth slid up and down. She never stopped looking at me, which was the most exciting part.

After a minute or so, she moved her hand off my cock and between her legs. Then she nudged mine open.

"No, Mother," I said.

She ignored my weak protest, and I felt her wet finger at my anus, massaging her orgasmic fluid into the tight ring. She paused in her sucking and spoke around my cock. "Does Barb do this?"

"Yes," I said in a breathy moan.

Her finger pushed in, opening my ass, sliding in until I felt the pressure on my prostate.

"Does it make you cum?" she asked, smiling.

"Like a fucking cannon. Suck me, Mother. Make me cum."

She did, and I did. She took me deep as her finger massaged my prostate. I felt the wave overcome me, and my climax burst into her mouth.

I ejaculated twice more. She coughed but kept sucking. I tapped her head, and she released me, letting my fading erection drop as she moved up and lay on top of me.

I wrapped my arms around her, one hand on her perfect ass. She moved in, but paused. I pulled her in and we kissed, deep and hard. Yes, I tasted myself and didn't care. I had committed an act that was considered wrong, and I'd loved it. We were both adults.

Mom pulled back from our kiss. "Regrets?" she asked.

I clenched her firm ass. "Only that this didn't happen sooner. I had no idea."

She moved next to me, still half lying on me. "I am a terrible mother. I've thought about this for a long time."

I caressed her back. "How long?"

She sighed, "Since you were a teenager."

I stared at her. "Really?"

Mom blushed. "I became aware in your senior year of high school. You were a cute young man. I peeked in on you showering more than once and fingered myself. Do you think I'm a pervert?"

I kissed her forehead. "Little late for that, don't you think?"

Mom put her hand on my face. "Don't patronize me, Bob. I need to know if you're okay with this."

"Mother, I never saw you as a woman -- just my slightly disheveled, clay-smudged mother in baggy old clothes. That first night, when you came out of the bathroom, I saw you as a woman -- an attractive woman, even though you were my mother. I should have been surprised that I'd see you that way, but I wasn't. Then you watched Melody and Deuce. You didn't turn away, and when I joined you, you stayed. We watched sex and incest and got excited. It was then that I knew, given the opportunity -- and if you wanted to -- I would make love to you."

"You should know that, even though I was watching them, I was picturing my son putting his mouth on my pussy, drinking my climax and then pushing his cock into my forbidden cunt -- fucking me -- fucking his mother." Mom ran her fingers through my hair. "Why didn't you make a move? You watched me masturbate at the stable and the stream."

Mom rolled back, and I gently fondled her breast. "Because I felt watching wasn't wanting," I said. "Maybe you were just a voyeur. I saw your dildo in the bag, and I kept rubbing against it in the shower when you left it there. I pictured you fucking yourself in the shower, hopefully thinking of me. Watching you masturbate was more exciting than watching Deuce and Anna, and Anna and Hank. But, if I was wrong, our relationship would be damaged, and the possible pleasure was not worth the risk."

"Pinch them, son," she said. "It goes right to my pussy. I love the way you touch me. So, tonight? That was an accident?"

"Yes. I end up like that with Barb all the time. My body didn't know it was you."

"You were very hard," Mom whispered.

"Which time?"

Mom's hand slid over my abdomen and captured my growing penis. "The second time. I felt your cock twitch when you figured out that your mother was naked."

"Your hand feels nice. I was very excited to be next to your naked body, but still wary. When you asked me to touch you, I knew that my desire was shared."

"What about Barb?" Mom asked.

"We have an arrangement," I replied.

"An arrangement?" I rolled towards Mom. She rolled onto her back and reflexively opened her legs. "Again? So soon?"

I was over her again, the head of my cock at her lips. "I want to make love to you."

Mom rested her hands on my shoulders. "Please."

We started slow and gentle, but it ended up with me behind her, ramming her head into the headboard as I fucked her, my thumb deep in her ass, and her loosing a string of filthy orders to as she came all over my cock.

We collapsed in a sweaty mess.

"Shower?" Mom asked

"Together?" I replied.

We bathed each other tenderly, but did not fuck in the shower. We were spent. After carefully drying each other, we collapsed into bed. We had a long conversation during which Mom told me many things about her life I had never known.

***

When I woke up, Mom was gone. It's not the standard story where the mom wakes her son with a blowjob. However, I was not disappointed, I knew Mom and I were just beginning. I threw on a pair of shorts while looking at the destroyed bed and smiling. It had truly been an amazing night.

As I approached the kitchen, I heard Melody and Mom talking. I stopped and listened.

"Marcy, you look -- how should I say it -- satisfied this morning. Did something happen last night? I know you're aware of our unique family relationship, so you can answer freely."

There was a pause in the conversation. I think Melody was letting the silence work. She was aware of and had enjoyed us watching, and she'd let Mom know.

"Bob and I, last night... we, um..."

Melody finished for her. "Fucked. You and your son had sex, right?"

I assume Mom just nodded, because Melody continued, "That's amazing. I knew you were watching us; I talked to Bob."

"What? You and Bob...?"

"No sex, Marcy -- well, unless masturbating together counts. I know you both watched my son and me, and Anna told me you both watched her with her brother and father."

There was a pause; I think Mom was processing all this information.

"Marcy, since we are now all in the club, you might say, do you mind if I, um, get comfortable?"

"What do you mean?" Mom asked.

I heard rustling. I think Melody was taking off her clothes.

"Well, you're aware that our family has a sexual relationship, and, as such, we do not bother with clothes. How do I look?"

"You are a beautiful woman," Mom answered, "but I'm not interested in any sort of group sex thing."

"Not on the agenda," Melody replied. "We don't share -- or I should say, we have no plans to, since you are the first people to know about us."

"So, the nudity?"

"After we all began our sexual relationship during COVID, we gave up clothes. Marcy, you and Bob may do whatever you like, literally. You are our guests. As you know, we appreciate you watching us, and I'm sure opportunities to do so will arise as soon as the rest of my family arrives."

"So, if I'm naked?"

"We will admire your delicious body, but that is all. As I said, we don't share."

There was rustling, and I pictured my mother removing her clothes.

"You look amazing, Marcy. Are you comfortable?"

"When I work, I'm naked. It helps my muse, so yes, but until I came here, I've never been naked for others."

"Do you mind? You don't have to."

"No, Melody. I like this. It's going to be interesting."

"Oh, Marcy, you nailed it."

I stepped around the corner. Melody wore a smug smile; my mother was blushing.

"Well, good morning," I said. "Have I interrupted something? I can come back later."

Melody laughed, and my mother's mouth hung open. "Bob, no, we were just talking... I've never..."

Melody jumped in. "Good morning, Bob. I apologize. I kind of interrogated your mother and she admitted that you gave her the best fucking she'd ever had, and then I conned her into stripping."

"Melody, I did not say that."

I waited. It was fun to watch Melody make my mother squirm. She caught Mom's eye. "But it was, wasn't it? The first time Deuce was inside me, it was beyond awesome. It's the wrongness, you know; that's what makes it so intense."

As Melody and I waited for Mom's response, I took off my shorts. Melody was texting on her phone. She looked up.

"Mmmmm, looks like your son is ready."

Mom looked at my erection and then at Melody. "Yes, Melody, you're right, it was the best ever. I've only had two partners, but the wrongness made this so much more intense."

The three of us stood in the kitchen, naked. I felt comfortable. I had experience being naked -- and more -- with Jack and Alyssa. Plus, I'd already had fun with Melody.

"So, Melody, how does it work in your family?" I asked, mainly to allow Melody to reiterate the explanation she had given me.

"Bob, Marcy, we're a free-use family. The guys haven't done anything together, but Anna and I have -- first time for both of us. I texted them to let them know that you two had joined the family love tribe. They're up at the stable and will be here shortly. None of us has had sex since yesterday, so it's going to be fun. We love having you watch, and if you feel comfortable, you can have sex, too. We'd love to watch you."

Melody opened a drawer and took out a container. She opened it, shook one of the famous blue pills into her hand, and offered it to me. "Hank and Deuce have them up in the stable. They'll be good for a long run."

I took the proffered pill and glass of water. "Thank you, Melody."

She laughed and said, "It's Marcy that should thank me." Melody walked out of the kitchen, and we followed her to her bedroom. She yanked off the covers on the bed, leaving just the bottom sheet, and got on it as we heard the other three enter the house.

I stood behind Mom and held her around her waist as Hank, Deuce, and Anna walked in, naked and dripping water.

"We all showered in the horse bath," Hank said. "Wanted to be ready. Welcome to the club, you two!" Hank offered a flat raised hand, and I gave him the high-five. Both Hank and Deuce were fully erect. Anna noticed my observation.

"I was sucking them both in the shower. Wanted to make sure they were ready to put on a show."

Melody lay on her back on the bed, legs spread, rubbing her clitoris. "Will somebody please me?"

Deuce moved between his mother's legs and pressed his face against her pussy.

"Oh yes!" Melody yelled. "So fuckin' good."

"This is so strange," my mother said, "but so intense." I slid one of my hands up to cover and massage her breasts. The other was between her legs, exploring her soaked pussy.

"Your cock is so hard, son."

"That's because I want to fuck my mother while the Conners watch."

Mom gasped as I pressed on her rigid clit. "I want to be watched, too."

Anna lay on the bed next to her mother. Hank had his mouth on her pussy. The scent of excitement suffused the room.

I released Mom and sat in the big armchair in the corner.

"That's the watching chair," Anna said. "Sometimes we take turns."

Mom came over and backed up. "Oh, we're going to do more than watch." She leaned over, reached between her legs, and held my cock.

"They're gonna fuck," Anna said.

The Conners rearranged themselves so that the women were on all fours. Hank was behind Anna; Deuce was behind his mother. They all had ringside seats to our display.

Anna moaned as her father sank his cock into her pussy. "Oh, fuck yes. Do it, you two."

Melody had her hand between her legs. "Yes, please fuck for us. We've been hoping."

I reached around and captured Mom's breasts as she settled on my cock. Her vagina was drenched, and I slid right in.

"You're very wet, Mother."

Mom posted on my cock. "I've never been so turned on. I hope you can last."

I wasn't sure I could. Jack, Alyssa, Barb, and I had had group sex many times, sharing partners. It was different here. Here, we could only watch the Conners, and that increased the intensity.

Mom's hands rested on my thighs; she moaned as her fingers dug in, and I felt a warm wave as her vagina clenched on my cock. That was one.

"Oh, son, this is so exciting."

I pinched her nipple as Anna cried out and climaxed. Hank and Deuce shared a look and changed partners. I had to close my eyes and concentrate on not cumming.

"He's fucking his sister," Mom moaned.

"Yes, I am," Deuce said as he leaned over and held his sister's large breasts. "I fuck her every day. Sometimes, I fuck her tits and cum all over her face."

"I love it," Anna moaned as she climaxed again.

"I love watching them fuck," Mom moaned as she came again, "and they're family. How are you not cumming?"

I could see past my mother. Melody was on her back at the edge of the bed with her head hanging over. Hank fed her his cock. Anna had her mouth on her mother's pussy, and Deuce was fucking her.

"Oh fuck," I growled. "I am now, Mom." My climax roared through me and deep into my mother even before I'd finished speaking.

"Oh, Bob!" Mom cried, and I felt her vagina tighten as she came with me.

True to the promises of the drug companies, my cock stayed hard. Mom and I got up, and she sat. I knelt between her legs, but the angle wasn't great.

"Here, we'll make room," Melody said, and the Conners rearranged themselves.

I wish I'd taken a picture. Melody was on her hands and knees; Mom was on her back under Melody, her face inches from where Deuce's cock was sliding in and out of his mother's pussy. I was on the floor, on my knees, licking our cum out of Mom.

"No touching, Marcy," Melody teased.

"Oh, Bob, Mom said. "Deuce has such a nice cock. Ohhh, yes, lick there."

"I'm cummin, baby girl," Hank said.

"On my back, Dad," Anna replied. "I want Bob to watch."

Hank pulled out and, with two quick strokes, climaxed. Arcs of semen splashed on his daughter's back as she used her hand to finish herself.

Hank and Anna got off the bed, and we rearranged ourselves again — Mom and Melody on all fours and Deuce and me behind.

I looked over. Deuce held his mother's trim hips. I watched his cock slide in and out, shiny with his mother's cum. I looked away, embarrassed that I was looking at his cock.

Deuce looked at me. "S'ok, Bob. Lookin' don't make you gay. We're just a couple o' motherfuckers."

I had to laugh at that.

"Mom, I'm close," I said, feeling my impending climax.

Mom rolled over and knelt. "In my mouth, Bob. Cum in Mommy's mouth."

"Oh, fuck!" was spoken almost in unison by our host family members.

My cock was inches from my mother's open mouth as I climaxed on her extended tongue. My cum pooled there as she looked into my eyes.

As my final ejaculation ended, Mom closed her mouth and made a show of swallowing.

Deuce growled, "Cummin', Mom," as he pulled out and sprayed Melody's back.

Mom and I got off the bed, picked up a towel, and laid it on the chair. Mom sat on my lap and we kissed.

"Awwwww," Anna said.

The rest chuckled. The Conners toweled off and sat on the bed in a row, all of them leaning against the headboard. The room reeked of sex, and we were all covered in a sheen of sweat.

Melody took Hank's hand. "So, you two: talk to us."

Mom actually blushed, which I found amusing. "To say that meeting your family has been a life-changing event would be inadequate," she said. "Just you helping us with the truck would have been more than enough, but taking us into your home was more than anyone could have expected." Mom paused for a moment, gathering her courage more so than her thoughts. "And then there was all this." She waved her arm. "Thank you so very, very much for everything."

Deuce had his hand between Anna's legs, just touching. "I guess we helped open a door for you two?"

Mom pushed her hair back. "Well, sort of. That first night I heard people in the pool... We knew little about your family, and then I'm watching Deuce and Melody," Mom trailed off.

Melody finished for her. "Sucking my son's big cock and having him lick my cunt."

Everybody laughed.

"I thought it was a bad idea," Hank said. "Reckless. Anna agreed with me, but, as you saw, Deuce sided with his mom. Melody said she sensed something about the two of you. So, nothing like this between you two before?"

I looked at Mom; she looked at me. "No, never," I said.

Melody stared at both of us. Her lips parted as if to speak, but then closed. She got up off the bed. "So you don't get the wrong idea about us -- well, any more wrong than we already are -- we do not spend all day having sex. Your voyeuristic opportunities were tests, which you obviously passed. Today was special. You two will be leaving soon, so in the finest traditions of farm life, we need to get as much free work out of your city asses as we can. Get your boots and gloves and let's go."

Mom got up. "Just boots and gloves?"

"Yup," Anna said as she walked out of the room. "We work nude. saves a ton on water and detergent." The rest of the family laughed.

The morning passed quickly. We worked on our chores and behaved. I enjoyed watching Melody and Anna work; there's just something about sweaty women with muscles and furry pussies. I caught Mom watching Hank and Deuce. All us men stayed flaccid. It's tough to get hard working your ass off.

Around eleven, the garage called. The truck was ready to go.

"Okay, family and friends," Melody said, "let's all shower, have lunch, and get these two back on the road."

Mom and I turned to head for the house. Deuce held his hand up. "Nope -- the stable. Follow us."

I remembered Hank had mentioned the horse bath when we'd had our sex party. Mom and I followed the Conners to the stable. Behind it was a concrete pad, ten feet by five feet, with two large shower heads and a third attached to a hose that hung from a wall hook -- the horse bath.

So, this is where the lines got a little blurred. We started as two groups: Mom and I at one end, the Conners at the other. Melody bumped into me with a handful of soap intended for Deuce. She looked at Mom. "May I bathe your son?" she asked.

Mom surprised me when she said, "Sure, I'm okay with some mutual bathing."

I got the sense that 'bathing' -- as in touching -- was her limit, at least with the Conners.

It got interesting. Melody and I washed each other. I'd never been much of a big-tit guy, but I loved her round, firm breasts. She washed and pinched my nipples, giggling when I got hard. It took her a long time to clean my cock and balls.

"Melody, if you keep washing me, you're going to need to clean something up."

She released me. "Can't have that. Your turn."

Exploring Melody's mature, toned body was exciting. Farm work had shaped her taut muscles. She leaned against the wall and spread her legs.

"Cleanse me, young man," she said, laughing.

Anna leaned on the wall next to her mother. "I'm next. Take your time."

Hank and Deuce were washing Mom as if she were one of her sculptures, adoring every inch of her body. I took turns between the girls, enjoying Anna's firm, young body. I left the 'good parts' for last. I put one hand apiece on Melody and Anna's pussies and just clenched. They both moaned.

"Not fair," Melody gasped.

"Do it again," Anna said.

I let my finger slip into each of them. Melody clenched her vagina around my fingers, then gently pulled my hand away. Anna did the same.

"Now watch us," Anna said as she turned, leaned over, and placed her hands against the wall, next to her mother.

Hank and Deuce took their hands off and out of Mom. Hank moved behind Anna, and Deuce behind Melody.

"Ohhhh, that looks like fun," Mom said, and she assumed the same position next to Anna. I, of course, got behind Mom, and all three of us men slipped into our women at once.

"This is so outrageous," Hank said as his daughter climaxed. "I love sharing our secret with you."

"Thank you for taking the chance." I replied. "You have changed our life."

"Our pleasure," Deuce said as he pulled out of his mother and ejaculated on her back. "We loved corrupting you."

We all laughed as he de-coupled and showered.

***

Mom and I waved at the Conners as we pulled away from the garage.

"That was the most intense couple of days I have ever experienced," Mom said.

"Just to make everything clear," I replied, "my only regret is not seeing my mother as a woman sooner in my life."

Mom leaned against the truck's door and put her left knee on the bench seat. She wore loose shorts. I could see that she was pantyless, and her nipples were two hard points behind the borrowed tank top.

"I would have been receptive," she replied, letting her finger trail up her thigh.

"You're quite a distraction, mother," I said.

Her hand flew out and she turned forward. "There will be no distractions. You are responsible for my life's work."

I stared out the front of the truck at the two other vehicles sharing the road with us. "I will concentrate, mother, but I will have to stop and rest."

My mother looked straight ahead. "What happens in the rest area, stays in the rest area."

And it did in every one between Kimball and Miles City, Montana -- three of them. At the first one, we fucked in the cab. We had to clean the steam off all the glass. The second one was at an overlook. We fucked on the bench and almost got caught. At the third one, we took a walk down a trail and exchanged oral sex by a stream.

***

I backed the truck up to the loading dock at her studio.

"Come inside, Bob. I have one more task for you."

Mom laid out some furniture blankets on the circular raised platform in the center of her studio, where her models pose. She activated a video camera on a tripod next to the platform.

"I need you to love me here. That way, the recording will inspire me every day." She flicked a switch, and the platform revolved slowly.

We began by embracing and kissing. Each of us undressed the other, raining kisses on the newly exposed flesh.

I took off her bra and sucked loudly on her nipple.

"Oh fuck. So good, son."

In just my briefs, I knelt and slid her soaked thong down her trim legs, my face inches from her pussy. As she stepped out, she intentionally pressed her sex against my face. I responded by clutching the backs of her thighs and burying my face in her sex, nibbling her clit as she gasped. My mother climaxed on my face.

Her hands under my arms prompted me to stand as she took her turn on her knees. Looking up into my eyes, she slowly slid my briefs down my legs, pulling the waistband out to free my erection. I stepped out and kicked them away as Mom took all of me into her mouth while she masturbated. She stroked my first climax onto her face. The woman was an amazing lover.

My second climax was under her as she rode me. For me, that was the best sex of the entire trip.

We made love for an hour—the longest I have ever done so.

She promised to send a copy to my wife.

***

I parked my car in the driveway after ransoming it out of the airport parking. I'd been texting with Barb for the whole trip, swearing her to secrecy. Seeing Jack and Alyssa's car in the driveway did not come as a surprise.

I walked in as the three came in from the pool. Of course, nobody was wearing any clothes. Barb ran to me and hugged me. Her body felt so good.

"Welcome home. Your timing is perfect. Go shower and meet us on the bed."

I stepped into my bedroom from the en suite. My wife was on our bed, on all fours. Jack was behind her, sliding in and out of her as his wife watched.

Alyssa waved me over; I took a few steps to stand directly in front of her. She leaned over and took my rising cock into her mouth, bringing it to full hardness. She paused and looked up at me.

"And how was our demanding artist mother, big brother?"

I ran my hand through my sister's hair. "Horny and satisfying. I'm the second man to fuck her."

Alyssa's mouth fell open. "What?"

I smiled. "She's coming to visit next week."

Alyssa shook her head. "You and Mom? Did you tell her about us?"

"She knew. She used to watch us. Suck me, sis."

Alyssa took me deep into her mouth and gagged when I added, "Uncle Charley was her first."