Mom's Lap Dance

A Short Story by J. K. Ermon (jokermon)

This is a work of erotic fantasy fiction for the entertainment of adults only. It contains explicit futanari (hermaphrodite) content. If this type of material isn't your thing, don't read it. If reading this type of material is unlawful where you reside due to your age or whatever, don't read it. All characters in sexual situations are over the age of 18 regardless of age portrayed for dramatic or narrative reasons. Please enjoy this story responsibly and do not repost without permission. This story is copyright©2014, the author.

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I never thought of myself as a particularly observant boy. Case in point: I was well into high school before I discovered my mother had a penis.

She had left her bedroom door ajar and when I peeked (I was a prurient little bugger), I saw her standing naked in front of the full-length mirror on her closet door. She was masturbating.

I remember being stunned, and not just about her penis. My mom is a beautiful lady with a great body. I'd always been entranced by her large breasts and that was the first time I'd ever seen them naked. The sheer size of them in the flesh, as well as the half-inch jut of her candy-pink nipples shocked me. Her slim waist spread down into a pair of wigglesome, hourglass hips, and a gently-rounded tummy in front launched an expansive pair of globular cheeks in back. I already knew her big, well-curved legs looked great in stockings, as I'd often seen her all dolled up to go meet the men she called her 'clients,' but that first time I spied on her, they were bare naked. As far as I was concerned, they looked better that way.

All she had on at all was a pair of black high-heeled pumps. They made the muscles in her calves plump up like apples. Her feet were planted firmly about two feet apart. Her skin was (and is) peach-toned and smooth all over.

My brain still hadn't stopped fizzling over her nude, voluptuous perfection when her penis registered. Her hand was moving on it. She appeared to be enjoying herself very much.

I blanked. I knew what women were supposed to have down there, and that wasn't it. She was erect, and its size staggered me; it projected about a foot from her womanly belly and filled her hand like the fat part of a beer bottle. She was uncircumcised, like me, and her foreskin alternately covered and uncovered a reddish-pink bell-shaped head as she pulled back and forth. The skin shone as it rippled over her ridges with each slow, luxurious stroke. Her large balls rocked with the movements of her hand.

My mother didn't notice me at first. She stared at the mirror in a trance. Her free hand roamed around caressing herself with light, brush-like strokes of her fingertips: now touching her belly, now her neck, and now squeezing a breast and pulling a nipple. Her lips were pursed, with the hint of a smile, like she was blowing her reflection a kiss. She had an excited flush on her cheeks as she admired herself through slitted eyes. Her other hand never stopped pumping up and down the length of that big, impossible member.

"Cunt," she said in a low, throaty croon.

I nearly jumped a foot in the air. She was talking to her reflection.

"Cunt... fuck... oh, beautiful... suck it... slut... fuck, suck, cummmm..."

My jaw dropped. Mom never swore. When I was little she would dock a portion of my allowance for the swear jar if I cussed within earshot. Hearing these dirty words drip from her mouth with such lascivious relish was almost as shocking as the fact of her penis.

She retrieved a pillow from the bed and placed it on the floor by the bedside. She lay down on the deep shag carpet with her head and shoulders propped on the pillow so she could watch herself in the mirror.

She spread her legs and resuming playing with herself. My mind went blank again at the sight of my mother's vagina. That, at least, was where it should have been. It was hidden by her big ball-sack at first, but when she began lifting and pulling and fondling her balls, all was revealed. There was nothing between her testicles and her vulva but unbroken skin.

My callow teenage mind refused to process it at first. Mom's vagina was pink and open and juicy. She fingered it, reaching under her balls to rub the little hooded nub at the top of the oval, which I recognized as her clitoris. Then she thrust her fingers in and out at the same tempo that she pumped her penis. Her fingers came out wet.

"Ah yes," Mom sighed as her dirty talk began again. "Fuck... yes, yes, make me come. Oh, let's make me come. Yessssss. Come. Fuck. Oh yes, come with me, come... come."

The husky way she spoke was incredibly sexy.

I was embarrassingly ignorant about sex throughout high school, and was a very late bloomer. I'm a lot older now, and all this took place a long time ago, well before the internet. Sex Ed just didn't exist in my school district. I knew, in theory, that sexual intercourse ended with some kind of climactic event called 'coming,' or an orgasm. I didn't know what it actually entailed. I hadn't even had one yet myself. Like I said, late bloomer.

All I could do was stare as my mother began moaning loudly. Her large breasts rose and fell faster and her face twisted up into a joyous grimace. She stroked herself faster. Her big cock pulsed, and then kept pulsing as thick milky jets of translucent fluid spurted up into the air and splattered all over her.

"Oooh!"

Her gasp came out as a high-pitched kind of squeal. She kept on stroking and her member kept flaring and spurting. It flung a strip of that strange fluid across her lips and chin, and slapped several long glistening strands over her neck and breasts. The last of it formed creamy pools on her belly. Her navel overflowed with the stuff.

I could smell it, I realized. A fresh, sweet-and-salty scent, like hot caramel popcorn. She let out a deep, happy breath, and let her penis go. It was less stiff now, but still plenty formidable as it flopped onto her stomach with a wet slap. Her fingers were laced up with stringy wads of her ejaculate. She admired them for a moment, and then began sucking each finger clean. She clearly enjoyed the taste; she licked her lips and smacked them, and even used her fingers to push the stuff on her face into her mouth.

She had just popped her spit-shined pinkie out of her mouth when she finally looked at me. She smiled (as though she wasn't surprised at all to catch me spying on her) and waved me in.

"Come on in, sweetie. Don't be scared."

An erection stuck the front of my shorts way out in front. She chuckled thickly as I approached, and then reached out and gave my bulge a gentle pinch. I yelped in surprise, but didn't pull away--it felt too good. And as much as that big, incongruous organ was making my head spin, I didn't want to move away from her soft, breathtaking nudity.

"Did you get an eyeful, sweetie?"

I nodded. I couldn't say anything. All I could do was stare at all that bare skin, all messy with that glittering white goo. My eyes kept rolling from one incredible sight to the next: the startling swollen pinkness of her nipples; the sparse coppery triangle of her pubic hair; the heavy log of her penis and the wrinkles of her sac.

"It's okay, honey. I've been meaning to tell you about this for a while, now." She gripped her penis and wagged it at me. Stringy little droplets flew from it. "Guess you know now your Mommy isn't like everybody else's Mommy, huh?"

I nodded mutely again.

"Well, there's nothing wrong with me," she declared, "or you either, in case you were wondering. It's perfectly normal for a woman to have a big dick. They don't tell you about this at school, but it happens more often than they like to admit."

She petted her large penis. "I love this bad girl. And I love this bad girl, too." She lifted up her balls and exposed her vagina to me. She used her thumb and forefinger to open it up. "Nothing wrong with that, either. I had you just fine. I can have as many babies as I want. If I could afford it, I'd have a dozen."

She stuck a finger in her vagina and then sucked on it, smiling at the taste. "Mommy's got good pussy."

She put a finger inside herself again and slowly thrust it in and out, until it was good and wet. Then she pulled it out and held it up to me. I smelled it. The spicy, sea-air funk made my nostrils flare. I liked it. She slipped her finger in my mouth, and I sucked it automatically. I liked the taste, too. Mom did indeed have good pussy.

"Now, it's time you learned a thing. Come on." She tugged at my shorts. "Take these off. Get naked, just like Mommy."

I obeyed like a good boy. I was flushed and hot all over, just like Mommy, and the air felt good on my bare skin. Her eyes softened as she drank me in.

"Oh, look at you, you're such a beautiful young man." She rose to her feet and hugged me. I loved the feel of her large soft breasts pressing into me. My erect penis pressed lengthwise into her belly. She ran her hands over me, from my calves up over my buttocks to my shoulders and down again. She kissed me on the lips. It was a hot, lingering kiss like she'd never given me before. She slipped her tongue into my mouth and played with my own. My mouth filled with a startling sweet and succulent taste. I realized it was her cum.

"It's time for me to teach you all about sex and naked bodies and coming, okay?"

"Okay," I croaked. I was so excited and stunned by everything I couldn't shake the idea I was dreaming. Only the solid, fleshy reality of my nude mother grounded me. Not only did I want to know more and see more, I never wanted this wonderful experience to end.

She got up onto the bed and lay down. She patted the spread beside her. I crawled up after her.

"Touch me, Billy," she said softly. "All over. Wherever you like."

I had to touch those big tits first. Each one was easily the size of my head, and I couldn't resist sinking my fingers into them. She watched my hands with a rueful smile, then grinned dazzlingly up at me.

"Boys just can't resist titties," she chuckled. "Go get 'em."

I pinched her nipples, gently, experimentally, and she nodded in approval. "That's good, sweetie. You can go a little harder. I like having them tugged, but not too hard."

I noticed I was salivating. I stared at those big cylindrical nipples in my fingers -- they were easily as thick across as a nickel -- and licked my lips.

"You can suck on them," she said softly. "You can do whatever you want."

I buried my face in my mother's breasts. I sucked on her nipples harder than a nursing infant.

"Use your teeth and pull on them," she whispered. "But do it gently."

I obeyed, and she let out long, low moan.

"Oh yes, baby. That's good. Like that." She petted my hair.

I went back and forth between each nipple, sucking until they felt like they had doubled their already-impressive size. Then I couldn't keep my curiosity in check any more. I looked down and saw that her prick was standing upright again, swollen to its full size. There was a dewdrop of clear fluid in its eye. I touched that broad stalk very tentatively. I had yet to have my biggest adolescent growth spurt and my hands couldn't fully encircle it.      

"Get a good look, baby," she said indulgently. "Yours will be just as big soon enough."

I sincerely doubted that, but I kept it to myself. I felt her penis all over. I pinched her foreskin and felt the softness of it, and then peeled it back to compare it with the rubbery solidity of her glans. I squeezed that flaring bulb between my thumb and forefinger. More of that clear sap welled up from its opening and ran down over my fingertips. I rubbed them together; the fluid was warm and very slippery.

"Smell it," she said softly. "Smell it and taste it. Just like you did with my pussy juice."

I did. It was more of that sweetly-alkaline scent I associated with her ejaculate. The flavor was blander than I expected, but certainly not unpleasant.

"Not bad, is it?" Mom asked with a wry half-smile. I nodded agreement. "Do you know what a blow-job is, honey?" I nodded. "You're going to get lots of blow-jobs, sweetie, from me and eventually other girls, too. You need to know what's involved."

"Do you..." my dry throat silenced me and I swallowed. "Do you want me to give you a blow-job, Mommy?" There was a large part of me that was very willing to do just that. The rest of me was just stunned by the enormity of this event. This was an important day, I realized. I would remember it for the rest of my life.

Mom shook her head and tousled my hair. "Oh, you're a sweet generous boy, but no, honey. You don't have to do that. Just keep on touching me. Explore all you want."

Part of me was relieved and part of me was disappointed. I kept going. I cupped her balls and hefted them in my palm, feeling their heaviness. I grasped her post with both hands and pulled down. Her foreskin slid back to expose her shiny-smooth bulb. I began a tentative up and down stroke, imitating how I'd seen her do it.

"Yes. That's good, baby. That's how it's done. Do you ever do the same thing with yours?"

I shook my head. I'd gotten lots of boners, and I'd played with them experimentally, but I still hadn't gone the distance, so to speak. Until I'd watched my mother, I hadn't yet figured where things were supposed to be going.

She lifted up her balls and showed me her vagina again. "Don't forget down here, baby."

I slipped a finger inside of her. It was moist and warm and soft and mind-blowing. Oh, man. That's pussy. I've got my finger inside a pussy. Mom's pussy...

It was so intense, I had to close my eyes, and they rolled under my lids.

I paused. I was just too stunned to proceed. I literally did not know what to do next.

"Pay attention, sweetie." Her voice was soft but firm. "You need to know this."

I opened my eyes and my mothers' fingers were down there too. "This is my clitoris." She drew a circle around the little hooded knob at the top of her vulva. "This is where regular women have all their orgasms stored. If you touch it, lick it, or suck on it for long enough, you can make any woman very, very happy."

"Do you want me to lick it, Mommy?" I wanted to lick it. Very badly, in fact. I wanted to lick and suck everything she had down there. I especially wanted to put my tongue in her pussy and taste more of that delicious juice.

"Soon, baby. For now..." She took my hands and put them back on her shaft and resumed the up-and-down motions. "First do me. So you can feel how it's done. Then it'll be your turn. Then," and she smiled, "we'll see."

Her hands guided mine. For a while, they moved together. Her penis swelled up and stiffened to its full size in our grip.

"That's it, baby. You've got it now." She removed her hands and I continued. Her cock was hot and sticky and throbbed in my hands. She smiled and sighed. "Ah, that's nice. You've got a good strong grip. Keep it up."

I kept on stroking. The slit in her bulb kept yawning and oozing all this clear, sweet-smelling juice. It trickled down and made my hands slippery. Mom really liked it as things got wetter. She reached under her testicles and rubbed her clitoris as I stroked her.

"Aw baby, you're good at this." She bit her lip. The look of relaxed pleasure on her face was incredibly exciting and beautiful to me.

"Oh baby, Mommy's gonna come. Watch how Mommy does it."

She groaned, and her penis pulsed in my grasp. My attention was riveted to her organ as it once again lofted long, high-flying spurts of that creamy fluid through the air. It felt like I was holding the barrel of a discharging machine gun. It was amazing. My hands shook, sending those big cords of sperm flailing every which way.

"Keep pumping, baby," she grunted, her face twisted with effort. "Ahhh yes, pump it all out. Keep pumping until Mommy's done. Ohhh, God, honey..."

I did as I was told with fierce dedication. The rigidity of her erection diminished a little as the last little dribbles ran out over my fingers. Her ejaculate--her cum, as I finally realized that was what that word meant--was hot and thick as fresh-cooked cream of mushroom soup. As I squeezed her thick, softening column, I delighted in the final bubbling emissions from her dilated little eye. She let out a long sigh and her whole body relaxed. Her eyes were soft and dewy and grateful. I took pride in what was clearly a job well done.

"Oh honey, that was so nice. Now it's your turn. Make yourself come."

At first I didn't want to let go of her. Then my body spoke to me and for the first time I became aware of aching, urgent needs of my own.

My mother gently took my hands and placed one around my own penis and brought the other to her lips. My hands were all sticky and dripping with her juice. She licked my fingers clean as I began to stroke myself. She placed my spit-shined hand on her breasts. I squeezed and hefted those big tits as I masturbated for the first time. Mom stroked my thigh and caressed my balls as my hand worked frantically.

"Do it baby. Shoot it for Mommy. Shoot it all over Mommy."

Most guys only produce a few drops the first time they ejaculate. Most guys need some time to get to the point where they can produce proper three-tablespoon loads. But most guys didn't have the kind of inspiration I did.

Mom sucked a finger, and slipped it up my ass. It was a knife thrust of exquisite pleasure. I had no idea I was so sensitive back there, or that being penetrated like that would feel so good. She worked her finger around in me, and I felt a rush of marvelous sensations taking me to higher and previously unknown plateaus. I didn't realize it at the time, but she was massaging my prostate. I felt an absolutely inexorable surge of pleasure rising up in me, and with a shocked gasp, my life changed forever.

I spurted with the sweetest and most intense pleasure I'd ever experienced. It shot out in abundant whip-cords all over my mother's curvy, generous body. Even after watching my mother ejaculate, I had no idea my body could do something like this, feel this good or produce this wonderful substance. It looked so similar to her own. I made glittering hash marks with the strands of her own semen already strewn lengthwise over her belly and breasts.

I saw stars. I nearly fainted. I had to plant a palm on the bed between her legs to prevent myself from falling face first across her. It was the most remarkable and wonderful thing that had happened to me in my life, to date.  

Her finger kept on thrusting and rubbing in my ass until every last spasm worked its way through me. Then she pulled her finger out and licked it.

"You have a sweet young ass," she said with a wink and a naughty smile. The look on my face must have been something, because she burst out into giggles. She gathered me into her arms. I remember all that warm wetness smearing against me. Her body was soft and warm and smooth. I felt so good and safe and complete after my first orgasm, I nearly went to sleep right there. She stroked my penis soothingly. She gave it a gentle squeeze, and I shivered. She put her fingers up to my mouth and there was cum on them - my cum.

"Taste it," she said softly. "A boy should know what his cum tastes like. He should always know what he's asking of a girl when she swallows his load."

I obeyed and sucked her fingers clean. My sperm was plain, not as sweet as my mother's, but with the same peanutty undertaste. I liked it.

"You need to know how to treat a woman right," she whispered in my ear. She kissed my earlobe, and inserted her tongue in my ear. "I will teach you. I'll make a great fuck out of you."

I loved hearing my pleasant and ladylike mother use those nasty words.

She patted the bedspread. "Lie down now, honey. Time for your next lesson."

I did as she asked, and she lowered her head to kiss me.

I had no idea kissing could be such an erotic art in its own right. Her lips and tongue were soft and sweet and sperm-salty. She taught me how to kiss back properly and how to use my tongue. My hands rose of their own accord and squeezed her boobs as we made out. My dick rose again. Hers was already up.

Mom kissed my neck and then sucked on my nipples. I sucked in a sharp breath and twitched. I hadn't expected that to feel so good. She kissed my belly and stuck her tongue in my navel. Then she took my penis in her mouth. I gasped.

Nothing in my life had prepared me for how good this was going to feel. She sucked on it, cleaning away all my cum. Her tongue worked busily under my foreskin and all over my glans. I moaned loudly. I grew larger and stiffer in her mouth. She mewled with approval as my swelling member opened the plush red circle of her lips wider.

Abruptly, she rolled over and rose up on all fours. She planted her knees widely, opening up her privates fully to my gaze.

"It's time, Billy. Go ahead." She wiggled her ass at me.

The view was incredible. Her round, fleshy ass was plumped up by her posture, and it jiggled enticingly as she moved. Her puffed vaginal lips were fully exposed for my inspection as was the pink bud of her anus. Her big cock and heavy testicles hung down; the knit of skin and tendons to her feminine loins stood out plain to see in all their miraculous glory. Her organ swayed as she wiggled for me, and I was reminded of an elephant's trunk, swinging ponderously as it walked.

She looked at me over her shoulder. "Let's go, Billy. Come on."

"W-what?" As dazed as I was, I wasn't sure what she was requesting.

"Put your penis in me." She reached under herself, around her balls, and spread her lips with two fingers. She was so pink and moist inside. The most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.

"You need to learn how to do it right, and there's only one way to do that. Experience. Lots and lots of experience."

My young prick had never been so hard. I swallowed, and shuffled forward on my knees. I aimed my penis with one hand around the base and wiggled the head into her split.

She was soft and fleshy and very, very wet. I pushed, and actually let out a yelp of surprise as my prick slipped through that moist closure and penetrated her with no trouble at all.

She was so warm inside. Her interior gripped me tightly, and I could feel her vagina's muscularity through all the softness. It felt wonderful.

"Hump it in and out, honey. And work your hips around. Try not to come again for a while."

I did as I was told. The juicy, engulfing grip of her cunt was delightful. I pumped into it. The more aggressive I got, the more she liked it.

"Ooh! That's it, baby. Show your Mommy who's boss. Give it to me good. Whooo!"

Mom had one hand supporting herself on the bedspread, and the other underneath herself, flogging away at her large prick. The moist noises of intercourse blended with her wet-and-slappy handjob sounds. The bed springs squeaked, just like when she had overnight company. She began moaning, and I recognized that sound, too. I wondered if any of Mom's gentlemen callers ever had sex with her like this, with her on all fours and their hips clapping her springy butt cheeks. My mind grew fevered, and I wondered if she ever sucked their cocks until they came in her mouth. I wanted her to do that to me, too.

"Spank me, Bobby," she gasped. At first, I couldn't believe what she was asking. "I spanked you often enough when you were little. It's time to pay me back. Spank me, sweetie, hard!"

I didn't want to hit her. I really didn't, but I was a good boy, and obeyed. From the first authoritative crack of my open palm on her saucy buttock, however, something changed in me. I loved it. I no longer felt out of my depth. I felt powerful and in charge. It was an intoxicating rush.

I spanked both cheeks in a fury, until they were covered with red-hot palm prints.

"Oh God, baby, I'm going to come! You made me come!"

I could feel her balls swell up and ascend to hug her body. Tremors ran through her thighs, and her soaking-wet vagina began clamping on me rhythmically.

"Oh," she wailed, and her cock-stroking arm cycled fast and short in a blur. I heard the splatter of her jism hitting the bedspread, and I smelled it, too. It sounded like she was shooting another award-winning volley. It was all too much for me.

"Oh my God," I screamed. "Oh... oh..." I bucked as I erupted. I couldn't believe I had so much left over. I spurted as much into my mother as she did onto the bed. My orgasm was long and rapturous. Moreover, it was significant.

Things have changed, I thought fuzzily, as I drooped over my mother's back and pillowed my cheek on her left shoulder blade. Things are going to be different now. Different and awesome.

I let my arms encircle her; one hand cupped a bloated-nippled breast, the other grasped her drooping penis. I gave both a gentle, affectionate squeeze. We both sighed. Mom emitted a low, happy chuckle from somewhere deep in her chest.

Afterwards, my mother gathered me into her arms and we snuggled under the covers. We napped until suppertime and then went out to eat. It was a celebration of sorts.

When we got home, Mom let me sit in the big Lazy Boy recliner in the living room for the first time (the man's chair, she always called it). She did a slow, tantalizing strip tease for me. She would pause every so often so I could feel her breasts or her tummy or her buttocks as each was revealed. Once she was naked, I masturbated her to orgasm. I used both hands, only this time, at her direction, I stroked her cock with one hand and used the other to thrust into her vagina with two fingers. I rubbed her clitoris with my thumb. It took a while to co-ordinate, but I soon got the hang of it and she went wild. It was marvellous hearing her talk dirty again, this time right at me: "Oh fuck, fuck, jism, fuck, make me come, oh stroke it bitch, cunt, jizz, ah yesss, ohhh fuck."

I made her thighs tremble and her knees shake before she came. When she did, she ejaculated strongly all over my chest and face. I tasted it and liked it; I licked up all her gooey cum.   When I began licking the oozing head of her penis to get the last of it, she gently pulled away and knelt down. My naked mother gave me a blowjob then. It was the first of many. I petted her lustrous auburn hair as her head bounced slowly in my lap. She sucked me to an amazing climax. The third orgasm of my life went right into my mother's mouth and she swallowed it all.

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Everything did indeed become different after that. Different and awesome. My mother spent hours with me in her bed, naked, touching, loving, teaching. She taught me everything I needed to know about being a patient and knowledgeable lover.

I'm sure she never thought twice about her decision to sexually mentor me. She was like that. Her sexuality was too powerful to let piddling things like cultural norms and mores get in its way. She was a confident and carnal woman, even a little arrogant under her demure poise. I guess that's what having a massive Johnson will do for you. I wouldn't be surprised if she'd made the decision on the spur of the moment. She never had second thoughts and neither did I. She trusted her own judgement. She instilled that same self-confidence in me.

She was, however, very much a product of her time and place. She had reservations about teaching me certain things. I didn't understand it at the time, but I do now.

There was a huge stigma attached to homosexuality back then. My mother had no personal aversions to anyone's sexual orientation, but I'm sure she knew first hand how awful it could be to be socially marginalized. She didn't want that for me.

One day, she was teaching me cunnilingus, and I got a little carried away. I was fingering her pussy like she'd taught me and began sucking on those big, smooth balls of hers. They were salty and delicious and felt satisfying in my mouth. I rolled them on my tongue and savored them. I could tell she liked it; they swelled up and pulled a little closer to her body. I began kissing and licking her big, sticky shaft next. I had every intention of taking it in my mouth and giving her the kind of luscious blowjob she'd been giving me.

Instead, she gently disengaged from me.

"Billy," she said, "stop. Hold up."

I looked up at her. She did this from time to time, pausing the action to correct or clarify something I was doing.

"Sweetie, she asked, looking deep into my eyes, "do you like boys? Sexually, I mean."

I had given this question a lot of thought. I shook my head. "I like your dick a lot, but I really like girls, Mommy."

"Okay then. We won't need any practice sucking on the big girl, here."

It took me a moment to realize what she was saying through my sex fog. I couldn't give her blowjobs. I was devastated.

"But... I kinda want to, Mommy. I-I want to make you feel good..."

"I know, baby, and I love you for that. But this is not about me." She raised a finger, and spoke with unquestionable maternal authority. "This is about preparing you for your girlfriends. And hopefully, my future daughter-in-law. This is not about me training you to be my personal pleasure servant." She took hold of her cock and shook it at me. "You can touch this and stroke it all you like. It's good for you to know how to masturbate, and to try out new techniques, but that's where I draw the line. Those are my rules, Billy. Can you live with them?"

I looked down and bit my lip. Her cock was so big and throbbing and mouth-watering. I really wanted to suck it.

"Billy?"

"Yes, Mommy, okay," I mumbled.

"That's my good boy."

It wasn't so bad. I got to enjoy her in so many other ways. As I progressed through my training, sucking my mother's cock remained my most burning secret fantasy. It captivated me precisely because it was forbidden to me.

True to her word, my dick did get bigger later that same year, and I got taller, too. By the winter of my senior year I finally filled out to my full adult size. My dick never did quite surpass hers, but I still had quite the monster. I was proud of it. I enjoyed the stares I drew in the locker room.

To be honest, I did idly think about some of the other boys' cocks I saw at school every day, but never felt any real desire to pursue it. Mom's penis was the only one for me. I knew she worried about making a homo out of me, but even then, I knew she was worried about nothing. Once she'd made her mind up, though, there was no budging her.

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That was the year VCR's and X-rated video tapes became commonplace. Starting that fall, my mother often bought pornos by mail order and we would watch them together. We'd throw a blanket over the sofa, get naked and masturbate each other. Sometimes we would try out the things we saw.

It was fun watching fuck films with my mom. Moreover, they fascinated me. Seeing how the naked bodies were framed and presented in each shot first sparked my interest in photography. I got my first part-time after school job at the local Radio Shack to fund my new hobby. Mom let me turn the spare room in the basement into my own private darkroom. I can't describe the fascination the whole process held for me. Taking photos with my third-hand Leica, and then seeing them slowly appear in the developing trays under the red lights never failed to captivate me.

Needless to say, my beautiful mother was my favorite subject. At first, I just took family-portrait type stuff. Mom filled up the mantelpiece with framed photos of us smiling in our Sunday best, holiday shots at the beach (I still don't know how she managed to tuck away her stuff; her bikini bottoms were always bulge-free), and other innocuous snapshots.

When I suggested we try something a little more daring, she was hesitant. Once I made it clear that I would be developing all the shots myself in the basement, for our own personal scrapbook under lock and key in her room, she consented. In time, she became an enthusiastic participant.

I filled album after album with large crisp photographs of my nude mother in every stage of undress and tumescence. I loved taking shots of her big meat-zucchini hanging limp with her lacy garter belt and hose surrounding it. I loved taking shots of her standing tall in her highest heels and glowing nakedly in the afternoon sunlight as her erect member curved triumphantly. She loved it too. She would pose proudly with her bare breasts outthrust, shoulders back and hands on hips in a brassy challenge as her big prick waved in my lens.

Our living room faced the back yard and let in tons of light through a massive picture window. It, and our backyard (which had a huge privacy fence), became my favorite artistic playground. I took hundreds of photographs of my eager mother sucking my cock and being fucked by me in every conceivable position. I took tender shots of me nursing at her breasts, and rough shots of me spanking her over my knee with her hands cuffed behind her back and a ball-gag in her mouth. Mom liked that kind of thing. Her erection would push down between my thighs in that position. I would squeeze my legs together as I hand-painted her bum cheeks red. Often she would spunk off between my legs like that. Her sniffling, soppy-eyed kisses following such treatment would always be soulful, grateful, and heartfelt.

I took dozens of shots of my mother grinning up at me as I pushed my lubricated prick through the pushed-together mountains of her tits. She would brush my glans with firm and precise tongue-strokes as it reared up over her lips, and would positively beam as I ejaculated onto her face. She would laugh through mouthfuls of cum.

I took lots of shots of her ejaculating, too, of course, and plenty of them ended up with me being covered in her delicious semen. One hilarious shot has me facing the camera with a rueful smile on my jizz-covered mug with my gleeful mother kissing my sticky cheek.

I once set my Leica on a remote control and framed a whole roll of shots with my nude mother lying back on a pile of pillows. All you could see of me were my hands, entering the frame from the left, as I masturbated her to orgasm. I had her greased prod in a two-fisted grip. In the photos, her facial expressions are nothing short of heavenly. For the finale, I set the camera to take a whole bunch of shots in quick succession with a super-fast exposure to catch all the details.

It came out perfectly. In those priceless shots, my mother's seed erupts in a long translucent snake that undulates through the air. Beautiful. No blurring at all. You could even see the faint serpentine shadow of the fluid projectile over her body. Her sweaty brow is furrowed, and her mouth is open as though she's screaming in either pain or joy. When the cum splashes on her face, you can see the individual droplets flowering from each impact.

My camera became a regular part of our lovemaking. The more shots of her I took, however, the more I kind of wished that we could have other people involved. I knew better than to ask, of course, but I still would have given anything to see my mother fucking and sucking other men and women. I couldn't help feeling her sex life was missing out a little. She had her gentlemen callers of course, but I was expected to be neither seen nor heard when she brought them home at night. I would wonder if they got to suck her dick, and I would get a little jealous. Imagining my mother as a porn star and photographing her with many different partners quickly became tied with me sucking her cock for first place in my adolescent fantasies.

~~~

And about Mom's gentlemen callers: she made it clear from the moment I was old enough to understand that I wasn't to bother them or interact with them in any way. This usually wasn't an issue, as they would arrive long after I was asleep and be gone before I woke. A couple times I would run into one of them on my way to or from the bathroom. They always seemed embarrassed and really didn't want to talk to me beyond a nod and a grunt.

I finally asked her about it over breakfast one morning a few months after we started being intimate. She gave me an appraising look that I knew all too well. A Talk was approaching.

"Honey," she said, slathering butter on a freshly baked muffin, "how much do you know about what I do for a living?"

"I always thought it was real estate." I struggled to remember the proper expression I'd learned at school the week before. "Flipping houses. Wheeling and dealing."

She chuckled and took a bite of her muffin. "Wheeling and dealing, yes. Well, it's not real estate, honey." She smiled at me. "Those men pay me to have sex with them. Handsomely."

I was a little taken aback, but not really shocked. Sex with my mother was wonderful, and I could totally understand why someone would want to pay for the experience. While I'd always been a little jealous of her man-friends, I couldn't blame them for wanting to sleep with her. I always felt a little smug (and relieved) that she and I had a proprietary closeness they could never have.

I cleared my throat. "I always thought... you just slept with those guys because you liked them."

"Well, I do like them. And I would sleep with many of them anyway, if things were different."

She put down her half-eaten muffin and leaned toward me. Her breasts bumped the tabletop, nearly spilling out of her deeply scooped, diaphanous nightie. I tried to focus on her words and not the just-barely-visible shadows of her areolas and nipples.

"I know I don't talk much about your father and my life before you came along. I know you've been curious who he is. The truth is, I just don't know."

That was kind of an atom bomb. I was stunned. I didn't know what to say. Mom kept on calmly buttering and talking.

"I was a silly girl when I had you. I was out in the world, being passed from wealthy boyfriend to wealthy boyfriend. That was who I was back then, and I'm not proud of it. There's nothing wrong with being a whore, Billy, and never believe anyone who tries to tell you different. But back then I was something infinitely worse - I was a kept woman. A gold digger."

She took a bite of muffin and instructed me to close my mouth, as my jaw was hanging open. I obeyed.

"I had come up poor, and that's all I'm going to say about my childhood right now. I ran away, and I got away. I promised myself that no matter what it took, I would never live poor. Silly girl that I was, I thought that meant you had to attach yourself to a wealthy man. Like a remora battening onto a shark." She smiled wryly and shook her head. "My... upbringing hadn't prepared me for any other way to make a comfortable living for myself. So, I learned how to act and talk and net myself rich men who weren't averse to... my brand of special."

She smiled roguishly and I smiled back. I knew she was talking about her penis. I loved that it was a special secret we shared.

"Well I wasn't terribly careful, and I came up pregnant when I was about your age. After that, the sugar daddies all evaporated." She smiled drily.

"It wasn't all that bad. I knew people, other girls in the 'professional companion' game." She shrugged. "They knew what to do. All gold diggers become hookers sooner or later. They helped set me up in business, introduced me to the core group that became my regulars."

She smiled at me. "I like hooking, Billy. It's honest work. I make men feel very good, and I earn good money for it. I deserve my success. I didn't party my money away like so many silly girls. I provided for my baby, and I'm proud of that. I saved up, got this nice house, and what's more, a nice future for both of us. When my clients talk business and investments and such, I listen. I have a good portfolio going. I already have enough for your education. I will have enough for my own retirement by the time you graduate college."

She cast a fond-yet-steely eye upon me. "And you better not even think about not going to a good university and learning a good, respectable profession."

"I won't," I said quickly. "I mean, I will."

Her eyes softened. "I know, sweetie. I know."

She leaned back in her chair and pulled down the shoulders of her nightie. Her breasts popped forward, already-stiff nipples pink and projecting. She crooked her finger at me.

"Come here, baby, there's some things you still need to learn about nipples."

I was happy to learn them.

~~~

During my last semester of high school, I met a girl. She was a mid-year transfer from out-of-state. Everybody noticed her. She was an apple-cheeked blonde with a body like my mother's (sans penis, of course), only she was my age. The combination of that firm and massively ripe figure with that wholesome face that belonged on a box of girl scout cookies was mind-blowing. She was very mature for her age and gave an impression of having grown up fast and loose.

All the boys were desperately attracted to her, but also intimidated by her. I was not. Thanks to Mom I was a relaxed and confident stud at that age. If I didn't date much, it was because none of the girls at school could hold a candle to my mother. I didn't see much point in dating some inexperienced and unappealing teenager when I could stay home and have amazing sex with an infinitely more beautiful and skilled partner. Until June showed up, that is.

I offered her a ride home from school (Mom was a homemaker in the daytime and let me use the car). She accepted. She was like my mother: she made her mind up quickly, and trusted her first impressions. From the get go, we were kindred spirits.

We got to know each other. June was bright, practical, earthy and knew how to laugh. She told me her story: she was a transplant from Georgia. Her family there had imploded and she had come out west to live with her aunt. June's aunt let her do pretty much whatever she wanted. Fortunately, June was mature enough to handle it. I knew lots of kids who weren't.

By the time we'd gotten to her house, June had confided to me that her dream was to be a veterinarian. She loved animals and had no problems with the biology and science side of it, but sometimes struggled with math. I offered to help her out. I liked math. Successfully juggling details to solve a problem made me feel like a badass. Even when I screwed up, I liked that the point where I made the error was always clear. I rarely made the same mistake twice. For my part, I told her my intention to become an optical engineer. I hadn't even told my mom that yet. When we arrived at her home, she invited me in, and in I went.

An hour after she hopped in my car, we were in her bed. June didn't believe in wasting time.

I thanked my mother in my head a thousand times that afternoon. June looked startled at the ease with which I unsnapped her bra. Her big breasts shook delightfully as I pulled the cups away. When she groped the front of my pants, she glanced downward involuntarily.

"That can't be all you," she said.

I just smiled.

When I unzipped and took off my pants and boxers, June's jaw dropped. She was the first person other than my mother to see my erect penis. I have to admit, I preened a little. I flexed my pubic muscles and made it bob up and down.

"That's... oh my God. That's the biggest one I've ever seen."

I gave a self-deprecating shrug. "If you think that's big..." I bit my tongue. She looked up into my face (a little wild-eyed) and I cleared my throat.

"I mean," I said, "it's not that big, surely."

"Yes, it is! Jesus, I don't know if I can... I mean, look at the size of that thing."

What I was going to say there was, If you think that's big, you should see my Mom's. I caught it just in time.

I pulled off her panties. Despite her trepidations about my penis, she remained docile, and her vagina was very moist. I stared at it for a while, caressing her thighs and the undersides of her knees. She shaved completely down there. I'd gotten so used to Mom's privates over the years, with her pretty red bush, the sight of a standard cunt in the flesh was a different experience. Different and exhilarating.

I needed to make sure my dick hadn't spooked her, so we cuddled and kissed for a good long while. I sucked on those big beautiful breasts until she began to pant and squirm.  She was still pretty stunned, but Mom had taught me to be assertive with women. I kissed and stroked and tickled my way down her belly.

I went down on June's pussy. It was tangier than my mother's, although every bit as sweet. I relished the differences. I inserted a finger while batting her clitoris around with my tongue.

I listened to her body and paid attention to what worked. I could feel her pleasure increasing when I did certain things, so I did them more. Her juices flowed and her breathing deepened. I tried similar things, some which worked better, and some that didn't. I kept doing the things that worked better.

Her hands were on my head, gripping my scalp with her nails. I knew she was getting close by the tremors in the muscles of her arms and thighs. She was less vocal than my mother, more of a panter than a wailer, but I could read her rapid, gasping breaths just fine.

I began sucking hard on her clitoris. I had two fingers buried in her cunt and began rotating them like the agitator of a washing machine. She got even more juicy and her insides began squeezing my fingers excitedly.

She was staring down at me, open-mouthed over those big titsy hillocks (now with very stiffly upright nipples). Her neck and chest were flushed dark red under her tan, her cheeks bright pink. There were flushed red patches on her belly and shoulders.

Suddenly, she stiffened, her teeth clenched, and then she came in an explosive release of tension.

"Ahhhhh," she moaned. "Ahhhhh..."

Her juices soaked my fingers to the wrist. She was delicious. I slurped up her orgasm like oysters on the half-shell. I loved making her come.

I gently extracted my fingers and sucked them clean. I licked and kissed her vulva all over, avoiding her now over-sensitive clitoris. After I felt she'd had a sufficient breather, I brusquely flung her over onto her stomach and pulled up onto all fours.

"Oh God," She whimpered. "Oh my God." She passively let me position her.

I gripped myself around the base and rubbed my dome up and down in her juicy pink slot. I felt her portal start to yield.

"June?" I asked softly. I gave her entrance a gentle but meaningful nudge. I rubbed round and around her perimeter. I let the eye of my urethra engulf her clitoris. I had discovered that particular maneuver on my own, and Mom loved it.

"Oh yeah. Ohhh, yeah. Oh please, just do it. Don't stop. Don't worry, I'm on the pill."

I inserted myself slowly.

"Oof! Oh, go slow, Billy, easy, easy! Ohhh... oh yes, like that. Like... ohhhh... oooh!"

She was tight, but very slippery. I had to slide into her one gentle quarter-inch at a time. I began shafting in and out. She had a hot little cunt, and I enjoyed it immensely.

I slapped her ass. I wasn't sure if she would be into it (it always drove my mother wild) so I didn't spank her full force; just hard enough to let her know it was an option. Her response was dramatic. She drew a great whooping breath and shot me a slack-jawed look of amazement over her shoulder. Her cunt tightened up and got a whole lot wetter.

"Do that again," she breathed. I did, harder, and her pussy just melted around me. Her whole body melted. Her upper body sagged to the bedspread and her arms flopped out to the sides. Her spine sagged as well, pushing her ass up into well-plumped ruttability.

And I rut I did. I humped her fast, with plenty of the pelvic gyrations my mother had drilled into me ("You need to scrub every inch of her insides, Billy. Every. Inch."). I cupped and squeezed her fat, hanging tits, and gave her nipples some hard pinches that made her whimper and juice up considerably. She got so wet, I could feel her dripping as I withdrew on the out-stroke.

"Oh God," she choked. "Oh guh--"

She grunted loudly, several times in succession; again, her body went into its spasms. Her sleek vaginal walls squeezed and sucked powerfully on my prick. Her juices flowed with her release. I knew what to expect, and didn't lose my cool.

That kind of self-control hadn't happened overnight. For a long time, every time Mom climaxed while I was inside her, I would shoot off almost by reflex. The event was just too exciting. Over the course of uncountable lovemaking sessions, I gradually earned my wings. I had a degree of control over my own release that few boys still in their teens ever achieve. It wasn't that I found my partner's orgasm any less thrilling (far from it), but now I could enjoy it without it triggering my own.

So it was with my first session with June. I slowed down after her climax and made sure my balls stopped striking her now-sensitive clitoris. I just ground on her, touched her shoulders and petted her hair until she caught her breath.

"Oh Billy, that was... oh wow." Her face shone with perspiration, and her white teeth flashed in a smile of such pure happiness that it touched my heart.

"Did you like that?" I asked softly.

"No, I hated it," she chuckled throatily. I laughed with her, and began a tentative rhythm with my hips again.

"Oh Jesus," she laughed. "You are dangerous. Oh, you... oh, that's good. Oh yeah, that's... that's... oh..."

I made June come four more times that afternoon. We were fortunate to have the house to ourselves; her Aunt worked second shift and didn't get home until after eight. According to June, sometimes they didn't see each other for days. We could relax and enjoy each other for a good long time.

When I pulled my dripping penis out after her last climax, she had me sit on her bedside. She knelt on the floor between my legs and sucked on my vaginally-frothed cock without hesitation. She slurped me to a marvelous orgasm. She did it furiously, like she was on a mission to show me that she had some bedroom skills, too.

And she did; she was good. Not as good as my mother, of course, who'd been fellating men for years, but still great for a girl her age. She knew a few things that surprised me, like sucking on my balls, and teasing my perineum with her tongue. When I came in her mouth, I spurted heavily, but she had no problems fielding it. She swallowed it all down while her soft and grateful eyes smiled into mine.

After that, we laid around talking in each others' arms until it was time for me to go home for supper. I can't stress how good I felt, how much I enjoyed my time with her. June was a sweet girl and truly gorgeous. She had a pretty face animated by character and a wry, naughty sense of humor. She had the kind of silk-skinned super-curves that boys dream about. To top it all off, I could really talk to her.

We connected, and not just sexually. She asked me where I learned what I know, and while I didn't lie, I told her it was kind of a secret. I said an older woman had taught me, but because of her situation, I couldn't say any more about it. June was sweet and didn't press me. I promised myself on the spot I would tell her the whole truth if things worked out and June proved trustworthy.

As it turned out, they did, and so did she.

For her part, June held nothing back from me. I noted she had nice clothes and an impressive record collection (I hadn't pegged her as a Gary Numan fan, but she even had the Tubeway Army imports) and she freely admitted that she worked part-time as a stripper at one of the less reputable clubs out in the sticks. She had gotten a fake ID and worked off-the-books. She made big money by giving nude lap dances. Sometimes, she admitted in a giggling whisper, she would provide the patrons with 'extras'.

I knew what that meant. Full-contact lap dances were a new and mostly unregulated feature in strip clubs back then. Wild things happened. My mother knew about it from other women in the business.

June needed to make a lot of money for veterinary school. She had no family to pay her way. I couldn't fault her for it. After all, my mother did the same thing. If anything, it made me more comfortable with her.

When I was curious about the details, June said that during VIP-section lap dances she would give patrons head for an extra forty dollars. For eighty, she would apply a condom and fuck them. It was easy enough to hide with one's ass grinding away in a patron's lap.

I cupped one of her titties and chuckled that those nasty old dudes probably went wild over her. She laughed with me, and said that was true, but that most of them weren't nasty at all. They were just lonely men looking for a good time.

Once she realized I wasn't going to judge her, disapprove of her job or try to 'rescue' her, June really relaxed with me. Her feelings for me deepened. So did mine for her.

~~~

We were in my basement darkroom about a month and a half later the day everything changed.

I was showing June how to develop photos. I had taken several of her wearing her aerobics leotard with leg-warmers and was looking forward to how they were going to turn out. She was holding up a freshly developed picture, shamelessly admiring herself. It slipped out of her fingers and she bent down to pick it up. To my shock, she stood up with two eight by ten photos in her hands. One was hers and the other was a nudie of my mom that I had forgotten had fallen under the shelf. She stared at it.

My mother was good and naked in the photograph, beaming impishly into the camera in a pair of strappy raised-heel sandals with a hand on a deck chair. She stood in a three-quarter stance, so the full length and girth of her erect penis was shown off to stunning effect.

Oh... shit.

"Is this... my God, Billy this is real! This is your mother!"

June had met my mother a few times. Mom really liked her. June got along with her well, too. Mom had especially liked it when June changed into her bikini and sunbathed in the backyard. June always lounged around in a skimpy two piece that left her almost as bare as Mom's photo. My horny mom's eyes would light up at the sight of her. I noticed her discreetly eyeing my sunbathing girlfriend several times from the living room picture window. We would trade knowing smiles when June wasn't looking.

I could see the realizations tumbling into place behind June's eyes. She had sunned herself on the same chaise-lounge she was looking at in Mom's photo.

One time June dozed off in that chaise, and I picked up her suntan oil and went inside. I saw my mother standing at the window with a huge erection tenting the front of her summer skirt. I smiled at her and tugged down the waistband, letting her raging thick penis swing free. I poured the suntan oil up and down the length of her. I then pocketed the bottle, grasped my mother's rigid post with both hands and gave her a nice slick handjob. We both stared at my voluptuous bikini-clad girlfriend lolling about on our backyard chaise-lounge.

"Do you like my girlfriend, Mom?"

"Very much," she panted. "Are you fucking her?" She glanced at me with dilated pupils.

I smiled. Mom's penchant for talking dirty never failed to delight me.

"Yes, mom. I fuck June all the time."

"Good. Because if you don't, I will."

I chuckled. "I'd like to see that." I made a joke out of it, but imagining June and my mother together now formed a three-way tie with my other two favorite fantasies.

"She has such beautiful boobies. Do you fuck them, like you do mommy's?"

"Yes Mom, and I come all over them. Her face too, sometimes."

"Oooh!" She moved her hips, putting greater friction on her shaft as it slid through my lubricated fists. "If you ever get tired of her, give her to me."

I smiled. I couldn't imagine getting tired of June, or a future without her in my life. I would, however, give my right arm to see what my mom would do with her.

"Maybe I'll let you borrow her sometime," I teased.

After that, it didn't take long for my mother to come. She gasped as the creamy fluid spurted. I took great satisfaction in the great volumes of sperm I was able to milk out of her and the force with which I made it spray. I kissed her and gave her my tongue as the last of her thick, hot goo flowed over my fingers. Together, we sighed as her ejaculate ran down the inside of the living room window.

I went back out and knelt by my girlfriend. She was still dozing. I smiled at my mother in the window and maintained eye contact with her as I put my cum-soaked hands on June's back and massaged my mother's still-warm sperm into her skin. Mom's pretty lips pursed in an appreciative O and her eyes made big circles, too.

"Honey?" June asked dozily.

"Just putting on a fresh coat," I said softly. I sprayed on some sunblock and worked it in to hide the smell. "You looked about a quart low."

Now June stood in my basement darkroom, staring at the photo with eyes even wider than Mom's had been.

Her lovely eyes careened from the picture to my face. "Is it... a trick Billy? Some kind of... trick photography?"

I shook my head. This was years before personal computers became commonplace and a good decade before Photoshop. I drew a deep breath and got my head right. I knew that sooner or later I'd be having this conversation with June. I wasn't about to keep my mother's uniqueness a secret from my future wife, and I had already begun to think of June in those terms. I just never thought we'd be having this talk so soon.

"It's all her, June. My mom... well, she's pretty darn special. She was born that way."

I bent down and unlocked a low-lying file cabinet. This was where I stored all the spare shots that didn't make the first string photo album up in Mom's bedroom.

Five minutes later I had a handful of photos spread out across the kitchen table. The light was better up there, and June could be sure her eyes weren't playing tricks on her. Plus, her knees had gone all shaky in the darkroom and she really did need to sit down.

Her hands trembled a little as she picked up each picture, studied it, and then reached for the next one. She stared at one in particular for a long time: it showed my mom masturbating with her legs spread wide and her vagina nicely opened by a fat plastic dildo. She was thrusting it into herself with one hand while the other hand blurred as it stroked her cock. The photo hadn't made the cut because of some focus issues here and there, but all the important parts were crystal clear. Mom's face was sweaty and her teeth were clenched. June stared at it as though mesmerized.

"She's... so beautiful." Her voice sounded faint and far away. "I mean," she bit her lip and her cheeks burned pink. "I've never seen a woman like her. Everybody knows they exist, of course, and you hear things, but..." She shook her head as though to clear it. "It's just incredible. Her... penis. It's... huge. I mean, it's even bigger than yours. And I thought yours was..." She trailed off.

I chuckled. "Where do you think I got it from?"

She shook her head and let out a long breath. She picked up another one, one she had looked at and set down earlier. I had taken it while Mom was sucking me off. Her big eyes danced good-naturedly up into the lens as she knelt there with my broad stalk filling her mouth. There was a whole conversation's worth of questions in June's eyes.

I answered them. "Where do you think I learned what I know?" I said gently.

June cleared her throat. "And... she's okay with... you and me?"

I chuckled. "She's my mother, June, not my wife. Why do you think she taught me so much about sex? So I wouldn't be a clueless idiot in bed with you. She wanted me to be a great boyfriend."

"Well." June's cheeks colored a little deeper. She looked down into her lap and spoke in a low voice. "Can't say she didn't get a good result, there."

I felt a warm piercing in my heart. I don't consider myself a sappy, emotional kind of guy, but right then I had to fight off a prickle of tears. I gave June a smile and took her hand in mine.

"I had every intention of telling you all about this, June. Every bit of it. At our three month anniversary next week." I shrugged a shoulder. "But... well, you know how life feels about schedules."

She nodded, understanding finally blooming in her eyes. We'd had this conversation before. She sat back in her chair and relaxed. "It doesn't respect them."

She drew a deep breath and laid her palms on the photographs. "This is... incredible. I can't even... I have so much to think about right now."

She was sexually aroused. I knew her well enough to know that. What I didn't know was where things would go from there.

I squeezed her hand. "Are you okay with this, June?" My heart was pounding so loud I was sure June could hear it. So much depended on how she took this. Our whole future together was at stake. To my enormous relief, she nodded.

"I... think so. I just need to... back off a little and get some perspective." She kissed my cheek. "I'll come over tonight, okay? Like we planned?"

It was my mother's birthday, and June was supposed to have dinner with us. I nodded, I hoped not too eagerly. "Sure. We'll see you at six."

~~~

I opted not to tell my mother about June's discovery. I figured if June wanted to bring it up, she would. I knew my mother liked and trusted June, not to mention finding her excruciatingly sexy. She wouldn't have any problems with her knowing. I was a little surprised my mother hadn't tried to take my girlfriend aside and get a little June-pussy herself, truth be told. My mother could be bold and persuasive when the mood took her.

June showed up wearing a breathtaking little tennis skirt, a pink tank top, and a matching pair of ankle-strapped stiletto heels that clicked on our tile flooring in a most provocative way. Neither Mom nor I could take our eyes off her from the moment she swept in the door. June arrived carrying a cake box and a bag of ice for the drinks. She had insisted that she provide my mother's birthday cake and wouldn't hear of Mom baking herself one.

There was no trace of her earlier disquiet. She chatted cheerfully throughout dinner. She wasn't wearing a bra and the deep décolletage of her tank top, not to mention the pokey imprints of her nipples, buoyed my spirits considerably.

We retired to the living room for drinks and to enjoy the sunset through the picture window. I had blended up a tall pitcher of frozen Margaritas and we slurped them happily. Mom beamed at June. My girlfriend's titillating outfit and the drinks had her all flush-faced and shiny-eyed.

June giggled as she regaled us with naughty stories from the strip club. She slowly crossed and re-crossed her long, strong legs as she spoke. I could tell she was flexing and showing off the tight bulges of her calf muscles. It was working; I had a hard and happy erection. I'm sure Mom did too, from the way she kept recrossing her own legs and tugging down and fluffing out her much more demure skirt.

My mother remarked that she'd never been to a strip club, and June stood up as though she'd been waiting for that cue.

"Well, then," she said brightly. "I guess it's time I brought out your present."

June skipped over to the stereo and dropped a record onto the spindle, then carefully lowered the needle arm to the spinning black edge. There was a puff of static from the speakers as the needle hit the groove, and then the quintessentially danceable sounds of Hot Chocolate's eponymous second album flowed into our house.

June began swaying her hips. She discarded the white hairband holding back her thick blonde mane and shook it out, tousling her hair sexily with her hands. She spun in a full three-sixty and the hem of her skirt flew up as she twirled. To my delight, and the delight of my mother, all June had on under that skirt was mind-boggling brief red G-string, and the firm, plumply bare cheeks of her bum flashed us both. She ended the spin with an arrogant showgirl's head-toss. My mother and I both whooped and applauded.

June strutted over to my mother, stepping high and swinging her hips in time with the music. She was showing her teeth in a gleeful, almost feral grin. She sported a roused, pink-cheeked flush as she planted her tall heels to straddle my mother's crossed knees.

June ran her hands over her body. She wriggled and writhed. She cupped and bounced those big, mixing-bowl breasts through her tank top and pinched her nipples to make them protrude even more strongly through the cotton. She ran her hands up and down her thighs, accidentally-on-purpose pushing up her skirt to intermittently expose the tiny red triangle covering her crotch. I got the strong impression she was teasing herself as much as my mother.

Without warning, June grabbed the hem of her top and pulled it off over her head. There was no bra or even a pair of pasties underneath. Her breasts bounded free with a meaty jiggle. They bounced around madly as June swung the shirt around over her head and then flung it into my face. Her nipples stuck out erect and vibrant. They drew circles in the air as June's breasts wobbled around.

June leaned forward and laid her palms on the back of the couch on either side of Mom's shoulders. She planted her knees on either side of Mom's hips to straddle her. She pushed her breasts right into my mother's face. Mom mushed her face right back into them, craning her neck forward, and swung her face from side to side trying to catch a nipple in her mouth. June teased her and pulled away. She sat back in Mom's lap and a comical look of shock came over her face.

I realized she had just planted that fine ass down on Mom's large, erect penis. I knew there could be no hiding it when it got that big. June looked Mom in the eye and slowly ground her ass down on her lap. She rotated that big, spherical booty in slow circles, and then swept it back and forth.

Without breaking their intense eye contact, Mom touched June's arms. She rubbed her thumbs in the crooks of her elbows. She grasped her waist and let her palms rest on the flanges of her hips. I kept waiting for June to remove her hands, but it looked like she was done teasing. Mom sensed the same thing; she swirled her hands over the soft mound of June's belly and then slipped them upward to cup her breasts.

I absolutely loved watching my mother's slender, dexterous fingers sink into the lush fullness of June's melon-like boobs. Mom bounced them in her hands. She palmed them to trap and squeeze those big stiff nipples between her fingers. June showed Mom her dimples in a happy smile.

June reached down and tugged at the beltline of her skirt. It was a tearaway stage costume with a simple velcro closure (I should have known) and she ripped it off with a flourish. As easy as that, she was naked but for her heels and her g-string. She flung the skirt at me as well, and it landed in my lap.

Mom stroked June's thighs. She touched her neck and even reached up high to run her fingers through her long honey-blonde hair. June, in turn, unbuttoned Mom's blouse and flung it wide open. Mom was wearing a lacy purple bra. She stopped touching my girlfriend just long enough to shrug out of her blouse and to reach behind herself to unhook her bra. She held out her arms, and June reverently removed it.

I see my mother's breasts every day. I have yet to grow tired of them. It's not just that they are immense and jaunty and perfect. They just... make me happy. They're my mother's. They're special. And the sight of the two women I care most about in the world giggling with drunken sexual excitement and pawing each other's titties excited me so much I felt dizzy. I had never been so close to coming in my pants, hands-free, in my life.

June climbed out of Mom's lap and playfully turned her back to her. She planted her feet wide apart and bent over with her hands braced on her knees, sticking that beautiful ass right into Mom's face. She wiggled, and made the meat of her buttocks and thighs quake.

Mom reached out and squeezed a cheek. June glanced down over her shoulder and smiled in approval. She backed up and sat down in Mom's lap again. This time, she really gave her a proper lap dance and ground her butt in tight circles. Mom stroked her back. I saw shivers go through my girlfriend when my mother lifted her golden hair and fingered the nape and sides of her neck. Mom began gyrating her hips too, pressing herself against the softness of June's ass. Through the interplay of lap and buttocks I could see the enormous bulge of her erect organ stretching the front of her skirt to the ripping point. Somehow, June always kept time with the music.

My girlfriend slipped forward again, turned, and knelt down in front of my mother. She undid the tie on my mother's skirt and pulled it down.

Getting Mom out of her bottoms was a lot more involved than removing June's skirt. Mom's skirt wasn't a tearway, and she had a slip and a girdle and her sensible white cotton panties on besides. Finally, with a lot of laughing and rocking and weight-shifting, June yanked the whole business down to her knees. Mom's organ popped out and thwacked her stomach.

It was bigger than I'd ever seen it. It looked more than a foot long, almost freakish, but also sleek and pink and beautiful. She was so erect that her foreskin had fully unpeeled from her glans, and it bunched below her broad purple circlet in a fat roll.

June sat back on her heels and stared. The expression on her face can only be described as shock and awe.

"My God," she said. "My... God."

My camera was in my hands. I don't know how it got there. I didn't even know what I was doing until the flash went off. Startled, the two of them looked at me. I was looking back at them through the viewfinder. They were both perfectly in frame and I was lining up the next shot.

My Leica was never far from my hands. Apparently I had snatched it up from the coffee table and brought it to bear on the action on pure auto-pilot.

"My little shutterbug." Mom's voice was soft and full of love. She gave a throaty chuckle. "Make sure you get lots of good ones."

June reverently took hold of Mom's penis. Mom spread her legs, and June nestled between them. She pulled up until Mom's foreskin engulfed her helmet, then pulled down and squeezed until a clear drop wept from its little eye. June leaned in and looked straight into my mother's eyes as she licked it up. My girlfriend has a long tongue, and she let it play and probe about in Mom's urethra for a little while. Then she opened her mouth wide and took the top third of that huge cock inside.

With furious, nimble fingers, I disengaged the flash so it wouldn't distract my subjects and took picture after picture. My brain was working on two entirely different levels. On one cool, scientific level I evaluated the ambient light from the big window and found it would be sufficient to illuminate all the important details while leaving enough shadows to sculpt beautiful photographs by picking my angles. On a different level, my mind was howling and soaring like a horny fire-breathing dragon at the fruition of literally my wildest dreams right before my eyes.

I hit the shutter release again and again. June's head rose and fell over Mom's hips. My mother's whole body sagged into a sweet relaxation like she'd been drugged. Her mouth hung open with the faintest hint of a smile tugging the corners.

"Oh my," she said faintly. "Oh Billy. Your girlfriend really knows what she's doing."

Mom's broad column emerged from June's tightly-sealed lips glistening with saliva. As her head descended, those same lips swept down with a loud slurp. I was a red-hot cauldron of lust and envy.

June grabbed my mother under her knees, and lifted. She pulled her mouth off Mom's prick as her pelvis rolled up. Her head descended to suck and nuzzle that big lolling ball sack. She pushed it up with her nose and slotted her face in underneath. I could hear her licking and sucking at my mother's vagina.

"Take your legs," she ordered her hoarsely. Mother seized the underside of her knees to keep her legs pulled back and her hips elevated. June stroked her spit-shined penis with an underhanded grip and slipped three fingers of her other hand under her chin and straight up my mother's cunt. From the sucking sounds, I guessed she was giving Mom's clitoris some serious attention while pumping away at the chute that birthed me.

"Oh cunt," Mom groaned. "Oh... suck it, cunt... suck... oh, fuck... oh my... suck my cunt, you beautiful little bitch..."

The next photo I took perfectly captured the pop-eyed look on June's face as she discovered my mother's penchant for talking dirty. From the way she intensified her efforts, it roused her just as much as it did me.

June abruptly disengaged and stood up. She shoved down her gaudy red G-string and stepped out of it. She nearly pounced onto my mother, straddling her lap and reaching underneath herself to fit that enormous post into that soft pink entrance I so loved to penetrate.

I dove like a defensive tackle to hit the floor behind June; I wasn't about to miss a perfect low-angle shot of that timeless moment of entry. I captured it perfectly as the bell-plum of my mother's glans split her apart.

They both groaned, and both nearly hit the same note as June pushed down and Mom's juicy pole slid slowly up into her drenched insides. I kept clicking as the inches slowly passed into my girlfriend. June sucked in a sharp breath once, and paused. I saw my mother's hands stroke her back, and heard soft words. June moaned something plaintive in response, and sighed deeply. A moment later, she descended further, and didn't stop until the splay of her buttocks touched down on Mom's balls. They both breathed deeply. I could see June's vaginal juices trickle over Mom's squashed sac.

I realized my roll was empty. I scrambled like a maniac to the end-table drawer where I kept spares. I shot so much of our scrapbook in the living room that I made a habit of storing photographic supplies there. I nearly upset the lamp yanking the drawer open and reloaded without even watching my hands. By the time I was back in action, so were they.

June rose and fell on Mom's fat slippery pole like a slow piston. Her eyes were shut and her teeth were clenched. Her face was a strained mask of pleasure and pain. Mom's face was a smooth-browed cameo of almost holy ecstasy. She squeezed and played with June's breasts; she caressed my girlfriend's ass; every now and again she gave it a loud slap.

"Oh fuck it, yes, fuck me," Mom groaned. "Ohhh... fuck me bitch. Give me that cunt. Make me come in that cunt. Yes."

Suddenly June tensed up. "I... oh... ohhhhh..." Her voice rose in a vibrato moan. She'd never been this loud with me, ever. "Oh God... oh no, ahhhhhh...!"

It wasn't exactly a scream, more like an explosive release of breath. I could see the muscles jumping in her legs. Her face and neck were flushed dark red and the tendons stood out like white cables. I could see her orgasm cycle through her in successions of shakes. She would gasp and pitch forward each time, like she'd been punched in the stomach. Her spine would curl and her shoulders hitch as though she were crying.

"Ohhhh... ohhhhh..."

Suddenly Mom grabbed June's shoulders and held her down as she shoved upward with her hips. Mom planted her heels for leverage and thrust up into June hard and deep and fast. I could tell from her frantic, staccato plunges that Mom's moment was at hand.

June screamed. I could see the spasms start right over in her. She shook like a ragdoll in Mom's lap. For some juvenile reason, all I noticed was the jiggling of her breasts. The way they jounced around seemed like the most d erotic sight ever.

I saw the muscular spasms in Mom's thighs and her fingers tightened on my girlfriend. Her moans rose, choppy and expectant: "Ohhhh... oh... oh... oh, oh, oh -"

The moans terminated in a series of loud, crunchy grunts: Ugh ugh ugh.   Her hips jerked and trembled, over and over, and I knew she was ejaculating. I could see the brawny under-column of her penis pulsate, and I knew it was pumping buckets of sperm up into June. The power and volume of each spurt forced another grunt and pelvic jerk out of her. The juncture of their sexes foamed with their juices; thick creamy rivulets of the stuff webbed Mom's balls and soaked the couch.

"Oh, I can feel it," whimpered June. "Oh there's so much in me. Ooooh." She sighed and shuddered out her completion.

June's legs were still trembling as she leaned forward and cupped Mom's face with her hands. They kissed with a mixture of passion and tenderness that moved me greatly. My heart filled with love even as my lust filled my penis to the bursting point. My fingers trembled as I captured their sweaty faces and interlacing tongues. Mom's hands slid up June's slick back into the mass of her blonde hair to cup her head. She kissed her back.

Mom patted the couch next to her. "Lie down here, lover-girl."

June laughed weakly and gingerly rose to disengage herself. Mom's dripping-wet penis slapped down upon her stomach as it was released. A thick tail of sperm snaked from its head.

June bent at the waist, dipping her head down to lick Mom's fat python clean. She slurped up errant cum-strands like she was inhaling strings of spaghetti. She lapped up all the sticky whiteness clinging to its broad flanks and then took the whole thing into her mouth for a brief, farewell suck. Mom grinned and shivered and let out a lusty chuckle as my girlfriend teased and orally serviced her sensitive behemoth.

June collapsed onto the couch next to her with no grace whatsoever. She just flopped out like a sack of potatoes. Mom heaved herself up and wriggled onto the floor between June's legs. She gripped my girlfriend under the knees and lifted and opened her legs widely. I leaned it to take a close-up shot.

June's vagina was puffy and distended and absolutely choked with sperm. It looked like a large cone's worth of melting vanilla soft-serve oozing out of her. My mother stared at it, licking her lips, just drinking in the awesome sight of the wreckage she had wrought. Then she plunged her face down and began slurping up the mess. It was June's turn to laugh and quiver as her partner lapped and sucked at her smarting, juicy post-orgasmic tissues.

Mom's face was all sticky when she rose. I bent down and kissed her. Her tongue pushed into my mouth, thick with her cum and the taste of June's pussy. I sucked it.

I reached down and took hold of my mother's cock. It was firm and squeezable and hot and slippery. I gave it a good, gentle squeeze, and felt the spine start to come back into it. It swelled, curled upright and stiffened in my grip. June rose on her elbows and stared.

Mom reached down with both hands and opened June's labia with her thumbs. I aimed her missile at its target and nudged June's sweet pink oval with Mom's glossy fuchsia warhead. June bit her lip, but nodded assent as I rotated Mom's knob in the soft clasp of her portico. Mom's hips eased forward. I took the shot one-handed with my camera and caught Mom's slow, solicitous entry.

June's eyes rolled up into her head, and her head fell back as she groaned through my mother's slow, deep readmission. I removed my hand just as she hit bottom. I couldn't believe how easily she had engulfed my mother all the way to her brassy pubis. I rubbed June's clitoris as Mom started a slow in-and-out rhythm while torquing her hips in gentle circles.

"Ohhhhh..." June moaned out load. Her eyes rolled beneath their closed lids. "Oh damn. I wondered where Billy had learned that."

Mom chuckled throatily. "I still know a few tricks he doesn't."

Mom lay down on top of her and they kissed again. I had to remove my hand again. Her hips moved gently. She looked over her shoulder at me and smiled. She planted her knees further apart on the carpet. She reached back with one hand to grasp and pull one generous buttock away from its fellow. Her auburn-furred vagina yawned pinkly. Its juices glistened on her testicles as they swung with stately, majestic grace.

"Put that camera down, silly." She said. "It's time you got into this."

All three of us laughed (June's sounded a little hysterical) and I stripped naked to kneel down between the two sets of splayed legs. Contrary to my mother's wishes, I kept my camera in one hand as I guided myself into her with my other. I was careful to record before, during and after shots; firstly with my over-swollen penis poised at her vulva, then as it slipped between her wet pink petals, and lastly, buried deep with her dewy labia stretched in a wide band around my trunk. I ran my thumb around the gooey-wet choker of flesh encircling me, and once it was good and slippery, I thumbed her ass hole.

Mom and June moaned in unison. My balls rested on my mother's balls and they moved together as we both fucked our respective partners slowly and gently. June seemed to be taking Mother's cucumber with no strain at all now. I took a few shots of her face over Mom's shoulder, and her face registered nothing but intense pleasure. Their kisses were passionate but caring. Several clicks later I realized I was out of film, and since I wasn't about to disengage to rustle up more rolls, I finally surrendered to the inevitable and set my Leica aside. I grabbed big handfuls of my mother's sumptuous ass and lost myself in the pleasure of her tight, well-lubricated vagina.

"Oooh," Mom moaned. "Oooh, fuck Mommy, both of you. Ahhhh... cunt... dick... oh fuck it. Give Mommy that dick, give Mommy that cunt, oooh..." Her voice grew a raw, urgent edge. "Oh fuck Mommy. Just keep fucking Mommy..."

June and I both began working our hips faster. Mom burrowed her hands under June's arms and gripped her shoulders for purchase. She held herself buried as deeply as she could and moved her hips in quick, clipped hunches. She pressed her face to the side of June's neck and wailed. I felt her balls swell up and hug tight to her base, and her well-muscled legs went into spasms against my own. June's face reflected great satisfaction as she welcomed the powerful jets of my mother's orgasm back inside of her. She sucked my mother's earlobe and tongued her ear. Abruptly, June's face tightened, her nostrils began flaring, and she gripped my mother's shoulders as a sudden orgasm of her own answered my mother's.

I came last, deep inside my mother. It was beautiful. I took deep breaths and felt high and in love and wonderful. I bent forward and craned my neck to kiss June. Mom stirred and turned her head to face us. We included her in a three-way meet of lips and tongues. Our union was electric. It was another significant moment, I think, for all of us - we could tell this was a turning point in our lives.

For me, the most important part of that night happened a few hours later. We had all retired to the master bedroom to continue our sex party. June loved watching my mother take me in her mouth. She masturbated as my mother sucked me. June reached orgasm as she watched the ropes of my sperm drench my mother's freckled face. Mom and I both fucked my hot blonde girlfriend eight ways from Sunday. We even double teamed her once--I took her in the ass while Mom took her in the pussy.

As for me, I loved watching Mom and June kiss. I loved watching Mom's huge cock go in and out of June's mouth, vagina, and then finally and most memorably that night, her ass hole. June nearly bit through the sheets as Mom's big, well-oiled knob popped through her well-reamed backside.

"I love it, oh God, I love it," she babbled, even as tears of pain rolled down her cheeks.

I loved watching Mom tit-fuck my girlfriend, and watching June's tongue anxiously tease Mom's glans until the thick, sweet ejaculate exploded all over her face.

I loved crouching by their heads as they screwed in the missionary position and sawing my penis between their kissing lips and working tongues. I started to come, and they took turns sucking it out while they joyfully humped. I'd shoot a few spurts in June's mouth, then let Mom have some. My orgasm was so intense, I went back and forth four times before I was done. I let them tongue-fight for the last creamy oozings.

But the best part was when June and I knelt before my mother. I was buggering my girlfriend, and she had my mother's penis in her mouth. She pulled off to go down on her balls, and I dipped my head forward as natural as you please and took my mother's cock in my mouth.

Mom's eyes widened, and her mouth opened like she was going to say something, but as I sucked and tongued and basically employed everything I'd learned from both her and June, I could see her letting go of her objections. She relaxed and sighed and put her hands on my head. She stroked and petted me and said, "Oh, you naughty thing. Go ahead. Suck Mommy like a good boy."

I'd waiting for this moment for ages. It didn't disappoint. I felt such incredible pleasure sucking that delicious meaty prong, and not the least of it was a sense of triumph at this last hurdle conquered. I immediately understood why both June and my mother enjoyed doing it to me so much. I also understood how they could do this so easily and happily for money, even with complete strangers. Sucking cock was splendid. I stroked her shaft and finger-fucked both her pussy and ass hole while I suck-pumped her swollen Johnson. With June worrying away at her nut-sack, it didn't take us long to work her over the finish line.

If I hadn't already come so many times that night, the instant all of Mom's hot creamy stuff flooded my mouth would have made me spontaneously erupt. It was a phenomenally exciting and fulfilling event. I took great satisfaction in pleasuring her, just like I always did, but this was something special that had long been denied me. I blissfully swallowed down the great mass of foamy sweetness she fed me and promised myself I'd do this a lot in the future.

And true enough, after that night, Mom let me suck her cock anytime I wanted. As much as Mom loved pleasing others, she found a side of herself that adored lying back and being orally pleasured by her son and his girlfriend (later daughter-in-law). "I feel like a Queen," she'd often declare, laughing.

June practically moved in. A few months later I put an engagement ring on her finger and she officially moved in full time. I wasn't about to let a good thing like her go. Mom was in complete agreement. It became a private joke that June was marrying my mother as much as she was marrying me. It really wasn't that far from the truth; they'd bonded deeply and passionately, and their bond only grew deeper over time. Most mothers-in-law see their sons' wives as interlopers; Mom gained a lover, a female confidante, and a friend for life.

June did eventually become a veterinarian. She had to quit the strip club when one of my mother's contacts advised her that the county would be cracking down on the shadier establishments. The place she worked got raided the week after she quit. She financed the rest of her education by working with my mother. They earned some staggering sums conducting private shows in swanky hotel rooms for a very select and high-paying clientele. They would entertain their clients with smoking-hot live sex shows and then have their audience join them for the finale. Everyone went home happy.

Whenever they worked up new elements in their act, I, of course was the lucky test audience. Much of my input went into shaping their show. I would drive them to and from their bookings and make sure nothing went wrong. We were fortunate - nothing ever did.

Mom retired once June and I entered college. Her investments had borne fruit ahead of schedule and our educations were not only paid for, but we all had enough to support us. We had a comfortable life. Once June and I began working full time in our respective fields, our lives grew more comfortable still.

Our days are full and busy. June and I have our careers, and mother spends her days managing what's become a very impressive financial portfolio. She also does a lot of work for the various charities at which she volunteers. Our nights are even busier. The three of us enjoy each other sexually in every way possible. With the inclusion of June, our family photo scrapbook has grown exponentially over the years. To save space, we went digital a while ago and it now encompasses several external hard drives. We add to it nearly every night.

We are, all of us, as happy as anyone can expect to be.

The End