Blue Moon Kiss

A mother and her 18-year-old son begin an affair after kissing on the dance floor of the Blue Moon Restaurant. Then the son's ex-girlfriend joins to create a threesome, followed by the mother's girlfriend, then the son of the girlfriend. Incest, and hetero and lesbian sex. Btw, this is a retelling of a short story I wrote a few years ago, with new characters and an expanded plot.

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Claire was a thirty-five-year-old single mother, navigating the uncertain waters of parenting a teenage son, Liam, who was sixteen. Her son had always been the center of her world, especially since his father, Eric, left them five years earlier.

They did fine financially after Eric left. She got the house and enough cash to send Liam to college when the time came. She also had a good job working as a loan officer in a bank.

What she did not have was a man in her life. Sure, she dated. She was attractive and did not lack attention from men. But she could not seem to find anyone she wanted to get serious with. She could not forget how she felt with Eric in the beginning, and she wanted that feeling back.

So there she was, lonely for a guy, missing the sexual fulfillment she used to have with Eric. After the split she tried casual sex, and it was not bad, but it was not enough to make it a habit. She missed that spark, that feeling of connection she felt with someone she loved.

She had settled into a pattern of dating a guy for a few months, then moving on. Her periods without a man in her bed tended to stretch for months.

She was discussing this with her best friend, Celia, one evening after dinner at Claire's place. She was sure she was being repetitious, but her friend was a generous listener. Talking about it gave her a chance to vent but also made her loneliness more acute.

After a little too much wine, they sat on the couch talking quietly while Celia absently stroked Claire's auburn hair. Liam was in his bedroom upstairs. She liked the gentle touch of her friend's fingers and moved closer to lay her head on her shoulder.

That night, she had not been with a man for six months and was starting to feel desperate. Celia, a beautiful thirty-seven-year-old from Mexico City, liked men but had all but given up on them. She had a job that demanded constant travel and satisfied her needs with women she hooked up with while on the road.

Claire liked the attention her friend always gave her when they were together, the little touches, the little kiss on the lips at the door. Celia was affectionate but did not push it. Claire knew Celia was bisexual and was grateful that her friend had always honored the sexual barrier between them.

Maybe it was the wine, maybe the loneliness, but that night Claire needed more than talk. She looked up at Celia and their eyes locked. She raised her hand to stroke her friend's face, touching her lips and neck.

Then they kissed--not the quick kiss at the door, but a kiss that meant something, that gently pierced the barrier between them. Experimentally, she reached to touch and hold her friend's breast, and the kiss deepened.

Celia reached under her friend's top. Claire was not wearing a bra, and a thrill shot through her as she felt the hand cup her breast and gently twist her nipple.

She whispered, "Maybe we should go to my bedroom. You could stay the night."

"That would be nice."

They got up, turned off the lights, and went upstairs. They stopped outside Liam's room before going to the bedroom.

"Liam, honey, I'm going to bed now. Okay?" Claire called through the door.

"Okay, Mom," he yelled back.

Then she said, "Uh, Celia's sleeping over."

"Okay," he replied.

As they walked down the hall, she wondered, Does he know we're going to be having sex with each other? I'm pretty sure he knew what I was doing with the men who spent the night. Funny, he's not a child, but he never mentioned it. I don't think he liked any of the men I brought home. Is he going to think I'm a lesbian now? Hmm, he probably wouldn't care if I was. He's pretty casual about the girls at school who have come out as gay.

In Claire's bedroom, they did not hesitate to come together in a passionate kiss, hands groping for each other. They quickly undressed each other and gazed at each other's bodies. Claire had been around naked women in the past, some of them beautiful, but not like this--not with one who wanted to be looked at and desired. She had never touched another woman's body the way she did as she undressed Celia.

They kissed, pressing their bodies together, then lay down on top of the covers in a loving embrace.

Celia was admiring Claire's curves as she said, "You sure you're 35? You look 25. Damn, you're a sexy mamacita."

"So are you," Claire replied. "Remind me, why can't we find a man who sticks?"

"No idea. But right now, I don't need a man. Only you," Celia whispered as they kissed again.

Celia tentatively reached to touch Claire's sex. Before she did, she asked, "Can I?"

"Uh... yes, I want you to. I've never made love with a woman," said Claire, "but I want to make love with you. Please be gentle."

Celia gave a little laugh. "And I've never made love with a virgin. This is exciting."

Claire gently played with Celia's genitalia as they kissed, then moved to suck and lick her nipples. At the same time, Celia was playing with Claire.

"This is nice," Claire whispered. "So much nicer than with a man."

"It sure is," replied her friend. "I love the feel of your fingers."

"God, I adore your skin," said Claire. "Such a lovely color. And no tan lines. And so soft. Not like some hairy guy."

"Are you sure you like guys?" asked Celia, chuckling. "Sure you're not a lesbian at heart?"

Claire chuckled too, sounding rueful. "Yeah, I like guys. And some hairy guys have been good lovers."

"I want to lick your pussy now," Celia said. "Can I? Is it too much for your first time?"

"Oh, please, yes, and I'll do you after."

From then on, the chatter stopped. Celia licked and played with her sex until Claire was creaming her mouth.

When it was her turn, Claire lingered a long time kissing the tender brown skin of Celia's inner thighs, enjoying the scent of her friend's arousal. Her tongue explored the dark folds of Celia's labia, wet and tangy.

"Hmm, I like the taste of you," she whispered to her lover.

"And I like the feel of your tongue. Do me with your fingers."

Claire did. "So wet," she remarked.

Then she moved on to the clitoris, and Celia began to breathe fast.

"Yes, that's how to do it."

Claire was lost in the act of giving her friend pleasure--the way Celia's pelvis pumped as if she was being fucked, the way her juices covered her fingers, the way she moaned low.

Claire fingered herself as she loved Celia with her mouth, tongue, and fingers. When her lover orgasmed, so did she.

"That was just lovely," whispered Claire as they kissed.

"It really was," Celia agreed. "The best climax I've had in a long time. Wanna do it again?"

"Yeah, but let's rest a minute."

***

From that first night, Claire and Celia were lovers. Every two or three weeks they would share a bed. Claire knew about the other women Celia hooked up with in different cities and different countries. But when her friend was home, they were exclusive with one another.

Neither dated men often, and as Liam approached his eighteenth birthday, they had begun to believe they would never find a man, and when Celia finally stop traveling they would grow old together.

They had also begun to talk about moving in together. Liam would be leaving for college, and Celia's son had already left. "So, why not?"

"You sound like you want to get married," said Claire.

"Well, I don't know. But do you really think you're going to find another man?"

Claire looked thoughtful, then said, "I'm still hoping. And what if either of us finds a guy..."

Celia chuckled. "We could do threesomes."

"Hmm, tempting," agreed Claire.

***

Around the time of Liam's eighteenth birthday, he was dating a girl from high school named Mia. She was often at their house, and she and Claire were friends. Liam said they loved each other and planned to marry right after high school.

They're so much like me and Eric, she thought. Hmm... but look how that turned out.

"What are your plans for your birthday?" Claire asked her son.

"I don't know. I guess some friends and I will go out," he replied.

"Can I make you a birthday dinner before you leave?" she asked. "Maybe you and I and Celia? A little cake."

"Sure, Mom," he agreed. "Can I bring Mia?"

"Of course, I love seeing her."

On his birthday, Liam answered Mia's knock on the door. He was already dressed to go out later and so was she. She wore a miniskirt that showed off her long legs and a top that did nothing but enhance her young breasts.

They kissed. "Hi, baby," she whispered in his ear, eyeing Claire and Celia, who were always curious to know more about his girlfriends. Mia had been with him for almost a year, and that made them even more curious.

"That's what I'm talkin' about," Celia whispered in Claire's ear, looking at Mia.

"Cradle robber," Claire whispered back.

Dinner, followed by cake, was cheery, but too short for Claire. It seemed that Mia had just gotten there when Liam announced they had to leave.

"Happy birthday," said Claire as she stood on her toes to kiss him.

"Happy birthday," said Celia as she hugged him, while a leery Mia looked on.

After Liam and Mia left to meet up with his friends, the two women sat drinking wine and talking about men.

"Speaking of men," said Celia, "that son of yours is genuinely hot. Call me a cradle robber, but your son--I'd hit that in a minute, even if I had to fight his little girlfriend to do it."

"He is handsome," Claire agreed. "Takes after his father. Hmm... his dad had a really pretty cock."

"Yeah? Tell me more," laughed Celia.

***

It was a week later, and graduation was approaching. "Are you going with Mia to a graduation party?" Claire asked her son.

"Yeah, she said she would," he replied. "There's going to be a huge party at the club."

That night, she could not stop thinking about Liam and Mia. She pictured them naked in his bed. Then she imagined them doing it.

God, what a slut I am, she thought. But she could not stop the images. Suddenly she was picturing herself joining them--being taken by him while licking Mia's clit.

She shoved her panties down to get at herself and was bringing herself to orgasm as the fantasy played on in her head.

***

Two weeks before the graduation party, Liam slumped into the house, a picture of despair.

"Mom," he began, his voice barely above a whisper, "Mia broke up with me. She said we need to see other people, and I think she's already found someone else."

Surprised, Claire rushed to her son and wrapped her arms around him, offering as much comfort as she could. He looked as crushed and forlorn as she felt. She said nothing, just held him.

All through dinner he either sat silent or mumbled mechanical responses to her. That night, in his room, Liam lay on his bed, looking at the ceiling.

"What the fuck!" he said to the empty space. "Who is she seeing? Who's sleeping with her now?"

He had no clue, but the image of some guy screwing her both pissed him off and aroused him. I wouldn't mind her doing another guy if I could watch and she was still mine.

He was aroused enough that he pulled off his pants and shorts to masturbate. The image in his head turned him on, but the thought of losing her shut him down.

He picked up his phone and pulled up some images that always got him off: his mom. She was often casual about how she dressed around the house, and he was sneaky. He had images of her bending over in a short robe, showing her bare bottom and intimate folds, fully nude sunbathing on the deck when she thought he was not home, and his favorite, her and Celia.

He had stumbled on them in the afternoon making love on her bed with the door open. He happened to have his phone in his hand and took ten pictures before they realized he was there. He managed to hide his phone before they saw it.

"Sorry," he said. "I was just on my way to the bathroom." His mom looked mortified and blushed, while Celia just smiled at him. Then, as he closed their door, he said again, "Sorry," and continued to the bathroom. Afterward, he went back to the bedroom and jerked off to the photos.

The photos reliably pushed thoughts of Mia to the background as he stroked himself to completion, staring at his mother's luscious breasts and Celia's perfect bottom.

***

Over the next week, Liam's mood did not improve. He was convinced that Mia had moved on, even though he had not seen her with anyone else. Claire watched him wrestle with his emotions, acutely aware of his sadness. One day he said that he had talked to her again.

"She swears she's not seeing anyone," he told her. "But she still doesn't want to get back together. I think she's lying."

It broke Claire's heart to see him like this. As high school graduation approached, she asked, "Are you still going to the graduation party?"

"No," he replied. "I don't want to go--see her there with whoever. I'll just stay home. I have this new computer game to play."

Two days before graduation, when Claire got home from work, she found him smiling.

Surprised, she said, "You look happy. What's going on?"

"Mia's a lesbian," he announced with a smile. "That's why she broke up with me. Someone heard her talking about a girl she's dating named Andrea. I asked her and she admitted it. Mia said she was sorry for not telling me. They're lovers, she told me."

Looking puzzled, Claire said, "I don't understand. Why does that make you happy?"

"Because I didn't lose her to another guy."

"Ah, that makes sense, I guess. So you're going to the graduation party?"

"Nah, I don't have a date," he replied, a little sadness returning.

"Well, if that's the case, why don't we go out and have our own party. Get dressed up. I'll be your date," Claire suggested.

"My date?" he asked, puzzled but interested.

"Sure. We can go to a place Eric and I used to go to when we wanted something special."

"Yeah, I guess that would be okay."

"You have to wear a tie," she warned.

"Sure, okay."

***

After the graduation ceremony at the school, she let Liam drive them both home as she gazed proudly at him. They had dinner reservations at seven, so they had a few hours before they had to get ready. Liam spent the time gaming while Claire answered some emails from work.

Later, as she was dressing, Claire found herself in front of her mirror, gazing at her naked body.

Still got it, babe, she thought. Full breasts, slim figure, and my pussy bare the way Celia likes it.

On the bed were fancy lingerie and an old cocktail dress --black and sexy. The last time she had worn the dress was at the same restaurant. It was a dress that reminded her of times before things started going badly with Eric.

She slipped on the lingerie, enjoying the look and feel, then the dress. Gazing at herself in the mirror, she remembered buying this dress and wearing it for the first time. She used to think this was a lucky dress, because whenever she wore it with Eric, things in their relationship seemed to perk up a little.

Yeah, I'd fuck me. Then, brow furrowed, she wondered, Why am I wearing this? It's just Liam. But she decided to wear it anyway.

When Liam emerged from his room, wearing the new suit he had gotten for the night, they stopped short and stared at each other.

Mom used to wear that kind of dress when she went out with Dad, he thought.

God, he's handsome, she thought. That Mia's crazy not to want him. And damn, if Celia saw him like this she'd jump him.

They went to a charming restaurant downtown, The Blue Moon, which had a small stage and a little jazz combo. He drove. The place had a cozy ambiance and seemed to be a world away from their normal life. It was a great place for couples.

As they settled into their seats, the atmosphere formed a cozy cocoon around them, which seemed to improve Liam's mood. As the night progressed, he started coming out of his gloomy shell. They talked about lots of things: his dreams, her memories, their favorite movies.

Claire called the waiter over and asked for a bottle of wine. "Just a little celebration for your graduation," she said to him.

He looked at her, a bit surprised, because this was the first time she had ever offered him alcohol at a restaurant. "Thanks, Mom. That's... nice of you." He poured each of them a glass, and they settled into their meals.

He began talking about Mia again, and his words spilled out, expressing both sadness and anger. "She was everything to me, Mom."

She listened. "Liam, I understand. I really do. Your dad and I... well, we had our moments too. In the beginning, it was magical, but as time passed, things changed, and he... he found others. I never knew why he stopped loving me."

Liam looked at her, his eyes sympathetic. "It must have been very hard for you, Mom."

She reached across the table, squeezing his hand. "Yeah, it was, but I got through it, and you will too. I had you, and that helped. Now you have me."

Things had gotten a little heavy, and Claire thought, We have to do something to lighten his mood.

Then she noticed several couples dancing in front of the little stage where the combo was playing. Her face brightened and she said, "How about we dance? It'll be fun."

He hesitated, glancing around the dimly lit room. "Dance? Here? With... with you?"

She laughed softly. "Why not? No one we know is here. And I promise I won't step on your toes."

After a moment, he shrugged and stood up, offering her his hand. They danced to a few up-tempo numbers, and there was a hint of cheer on his face as he seemed to relax.

There really is magic in music, she thought.

Then came a romantic old ballad, and he took her in his arms and swayed with her to the music. As they moved slowly together, Liam's arms wrapped around her. He was six-one and muscular, while she was five-six. She had a lean body, except for her breasts, which were a proud D-cup. She felt small in his embrace.

This really feels like a date, he thought. I like the way she feels in my arms. A little weird, but nice.

Claire did not know what to think, but she felt happy. She laid her head on his chest and enjoyed the moment.

"You know, Mom," Liam offered, a genuine smile playing on his lips, "I'm really glad we did this."

"I am too, Liam. This is so nice. God knows life is not easy, but a little booze, good food, and dancing help."

"Yeah, it does," he replied, his voice muffled as he spoke into her hair.

They swayed gently to the music, their bodies melting into each other. Then the slow song ended and they moved apart to dance through a couple more up-tempo songs, laughing together at each other's silly dance moves.

When another slow melodic tune began, they found themselves embracing again. Claire looked up at him, thinking, What a beautiful young man he's become. Their eyes met and held, and she thought, I love him so much.

He was looking down at her, thinking, She's so sexy.

Then, unexpectedly, their lips met in a kiss. It was brief, and afterward they continued gazing at each other as Liam's hands drifted down from her waist to her bottom.

They kept dancing, holding each other a little closer now. She looked up at him and then once again held her cheek against his warm chest.

Their bodies were pressed together, and Claire thought, I can feel his cock pressing against me, as she held him tighter, smiling to herself.

She has to know I have a hard-on, he thought. Fuck, she feels good.

As they parted, Claire said to herself, I don't know what that kiss was about, but we're not going to talk about it. Not with that raging erection he's got. That could lead to trouble. But it was a nice kiss anyway.

The night wound down, and as they left the Blue Moon, Liam seemed lighter, a trace of his usual self peeking through. The weight of his breakup with Mia felt less oppressive.

"Mom, tonight was... thanks, I needed it."

"It was nice," she replied, almost to herself. "I'm glad you had fun."

They drove home in comfortable silence, each lost in thought. At home, they settled into the kitchen, and Claire poured each of them another glass of wine. The soft clink of the glasses was a comforting sound in the quiet of the night.

"So, did you really have fun tonight?" she asked, hoping to see a glimpse of the cheerfulness he had shown earlier at the restaurant.

Liam took a sip of his wine, his gaze distant. "Yeah, I did, Mom. It was... it was nice," he admitted, but the edges of his mournfulness were creeping back in. They talked about the evening, skirting around the brief kiss, as if it were a delicate piece of glass neither wanted to shatter.

Finally, Claire stood up. "I should go to bed. I have to get up early tomorrow."

Liam looked up, his eyes soft. "Thanks again, Mom. For everything."

She bent down and kissed his cheek. "Anytime, Liam. Good night."

"Good night, Mom."

In her bedroom, the silence was a stark contrast to earlier in the evening. As she undressed and removed her makeup, her mind wandered to Liam, comparing him to Eric.

Liam is so like Eric at that age, when we first fell in love. He was so sexy, she thought. Then an image of herself and Eric flashed into her mind, quickly followed by one of Liam and Mia, naked, making frantic love like it used to be with Eric.

She pushed the image of her naked son out of her mind and got ready for bed. Still thinking sexy thoughts, she pulled out a small, nearly sheer nightie that Eric used to like.

In bed, feeling herself getting damp between her legs, she said, "Shit, I have to take care of this or I'll forget Liam's my son and go to him."

She reached into her nightstand and pulled out her toy. She was wet and it slid in easily. But thoughts of Eric and Liam kept popping into her head, and she did not want to masturbate to them. She brought up some porn on her phone and took care of her problem while watching a video about a young MILF and her horny son.

When she finished, she closed her eyes and once again started thinking of Liam and Eric, the kiss, and Liam's erection on the dance floor.

Just as she was falling asleep, she heard, "Mom?"

She opened her eyes to see Liam standing by her bedside, looking down at her.

"Mom, I can't sleep. I feel so lonely." His voice was barely above a whisper. "Can I sleep in here?" The pain in his words was palpable.

Without hesitation, she replied, "Of course, Liam. Slide in," and shifted to make room for him in the bed.

I hope I don't smell like sex, she thought as he crawled under the covers.

Soon, the gentle rhythm of his breathing told her he had found the solace he was seeking. Only after he was next to her under the covers did she remember what she was wearing.

Oh well, she thought to herself, I guess it's fine. Maybe he'll see a little skin, but that won't kill either of us.

In the morning, she awoke to find Liam still asleep. She lay there for a moment, watching him. Gently, she leaned over to stroke his hair, remembering those times when he was a young boy seeking comfort in her arms. Then her left breast fell out of the flimsy nightie.

What if he opens his eyes? she wondered. Slowly she cupped her stray boob and put it back into place. Quietly, she got out of bed, careful not to disturb him, put on a thin robe, and tiptoed out of the room.

In the kitchen, as she set about making coffee, the events of the evening replayed in her mind. The laughter, the dance, the kiss. Standing there, with the morning light filtering through the window, she could not get it out of her mind. They had always been close, but that kiss suggested intimacy.

Well, maybe it doesn't mean anything, she thought. Just a result of... what? His getting dumped, my wearing that sexy dress, wine, romantic music. Maybe I shouldn't have referred to it as a date.

In the middle of her brooding, Liam walked in wearing boxers and a T-shirt and looking surprisingly cheery. He lightly put an arm around her and kissed her cheek.

"Morning, Mom."

"Good morning, sweetheart," she replied, turning to greet him. "Coffee's almost ready. Did you sleep okay after you came in?"

He stretched and nodded, a hint of a smile on his face. "Yeah, I did. Thanks for letting me crash with you. I just... needed to not be alone last night."

She poured two cups of coffee, handing one to him. "Yeah," she replied, "I know the feeling. Don't be surprised if I ask to crawl into bed with you some night."

He gave her a funny look and said, "Well, yeah, if you want."

She blushed slightly.

"Anyway, Mom, about last night... uh, that kiss..." Liam began, a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

She reached across the table, covering his hand with hers, and said, "It was just... There's nothing wrong with what we did."

He nodded, a look of relief crossing his features. "Okay, thanks. I just... I didn't want things to be weird between us."

"There's nothing weird," she reassured him.

"Thanks, Mom. For everything."

***

A few weeks later, Claire walked into his room, smiling and looking excited.

"Guess what," she said as he was lying on his bed, reading.

Looking up at her, he asked, "What?"

"I won a prize from this lottery I entered at work. It's a week's vacation in Mexico, for two. Everything's paid for."

"Wow, Mom, that's great!" he noted. "Who are you going with?"

"Well, I thought about Celia. But I'd rather go with you. I know you're still upset about Mia. I hate to leave you alone. We'd have to share a room, but wouldn't it be great, you and me hanging out at the beach?"

"Kind of weird, though, hanging out with my mom at the beach?"

"Nobody would have to know I'm your mom. Maybe I would be a cougar with her handsome young guy."

She blushed, hearing herself say this, and realizing how he must have heard it. He just smiled at her.

"You could totally pull that off," he said. "You have a great body."

"Really?" she asked, surprised and a little embarrassed but pleased. "You really think your old mom is hot?"

"You're not old, Mom, and yeah, you look pretty good."

She gazed at him for a while, then said, "Thanks for saying that, even if it's not true."

"Believe me, Mom, it is true. All my friends say so."

"Well, anyway, would you like to spend a week on the beach with your cougar mom?"

"Yeah, I would."

***

Three weeks later, they walked into their room at the hotel, which was right on the beach.

"I'm going to take a shower and put on my suit," she said. "I can't wait to get to the beach!"

She showered quickly, wrapped herself in a towel, and walked back into the room. Liam had already checked out the minibar and was sipping a beer as he watched her come in. He was wearing tiny swim trunks that showed off his muscular body. He had been on the school swim team and did not have an ounce of fat.

"Can I have a sip?" she asked.

"Sure, Mom." He gave the bottle to her. She took a long drink and handed it back.

Still wearing the towel, she rooted around in her suitcase until she found her suit.

"Turn around, Liam, so I can put this on."

He did, and she dropped the towel. As she stood there naked, preparing to don her suit, she thought, What the fuck am I doing? I could have put this on in the bathroom. Do I want him to see me naked?

Shaking off these thoughts, she finished dressing and said, "Okay, I'm ready."

He turned around and looked at her, smiling.

"You look great, Mom."

She blushed, then said, "Let's go."

At the beach, they both got icy wine coolers and picked a spot midway between the refreshment stand and the water.

Sitting on the blanket, Claire applied sunscreen, and when she had done as much as she could, she asked, "Do my back?"

He nodded and worked from her neck down to her bottoms, thinking, Her skin is so smooth. How come I never noticed that?

Then she worked on his back.

He's so lean, she thought, and his muscles so hard.

Then they settled down to watch the sand, the sea, and the people. There were a lot of young women wearing thong bikini bottoms and skimpy tops. She watched Liam as his head and eyes followed them.

"Careful, Liam, I'm sure many of those ladies have boyfriends or husbands."

Looking embarrassed, he said, "I guess they do."

Then he said, "You know, Mom, you'd look great in one of those little suits. I mean, you look good now, but..."

"But I'm wearing a mom suit."

"I guess so, yeah. Sorry. I mean you're pretty, but they have shops..."

"You want to see me in one of those little things?" she asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Well... uh... uh, you'd look good," was all he could say.

She looked at him and asked herself, I wonder what's going on in his mind? Then she said, "Maybe."

An hour later they needed food, so they stuffed their things into a tote and wandered up to the shops that lined the road at the top of the beach. They picked up tacos, chips, salsa, and drinks, and sat at a little table, eating and watching.

After eating, they walked along, looking in shop windows, and finally found themselves in front of a place that sold swimwear. They looked at each other.

"Maybe," she remarked, and walked into the shop.

Claire and Liam picked through the selection. Liam pulled one off the rack that seemed to be all strings.

"How about this?" he asked.

She looked at it, then at him, saying, "Liam, that is actually pornographic. The bra wouldn't even cover my nipples."

She put it back on the rack and kept looking until she had three possibilities.

"I'm going to try these on."

Inside the small room, she tried the first one on, thinking, Mom suit. Not much different than what I'm wearing.

The second one showed more skin.

Liam would like this one, she thought. But maybe a little smaller?

The third one she tried on wasn't a string bikini, but it bared most of her bottom and showed a lot of side boob. She was glad she kept her genitalia bare because the bottoms showed a lot in the front.

Could I?

Still wearing it, she opened the door. Seeing Liam waiting there, she asked, "What do you think?"

His eyes went wide as she turned around to model the look.

He likes it, she thought, feeling sexy.

"That looks good on you."

"I don't look ridiculous? An old lady trying to look like I'm seventeen again?"

"Hell no. You look like, you know, good, sexy."

She peered at him for a while, enjoying the expression on his face, then said, "Yeah, I can wear this. Why not. I like feeling sexy."

She bought it and wore it out of the shop. They got more wine coolers and went back to the beach. After finishing her drink, she lay on her stomach.

"Can you put more sunscreen on me?" she asked.

"Sure, Claire."

She looked at him in surprise. He always called her "Mom."

He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "I'm your young boyfriend, right? Can't call you Mom." Then he kissed her lightly on the cheek. She smiled and nodded and lay her cheek on the towel.

Liam straddled her and began rubbing lotion onto her back. His hands were big and strong, and she seemed to melt into the sensations. Her breasts were large and bulged out from the sides as she lay there. He had half of each breast in his hands before she realized what was happening. It startled her for an instant, then she relaxed and let it go.

He worked his way down until his hands were massaging the cream into her exposed butt cheeks.

How far am I going to let him go with this? she wondered. But damn, it feels good.

She spread her legs slightly, inviting him to work on her inner thighs. As he gently stroked the delicate skin, he thought, God, she's soft. Softer than Mia even. I wonder if she's getting wet?

When he finished her legs, she said, "That's good. Here, come lie next to me."

"Okay, Claire."

She watched as he lay down and saw his hard shaft outlined by his tight, thin shorts.

Hmm, she thought to herself. I did that. Then, smiling to herself, she closed her eyes and dozed.

An hour later they packed up their things and went back to their room. Claire headed for the shower, this time shedding her suit in the bathroom.

While she was in there, Liam quickly climbed onto his bed, shoved down his suit, and masturbated. I wonder what she's doing in there, he asked himself as he jerked off, imagining her soft body under the hot spray.

I wonder if her fingers are in her pussy? I think she was getting turned on the way I was touching her.

Her fingers were inside her as she remembered his hands on her. I can't believe I'm playing with myself thinking about him, she thought. But he is handsome, sexy... so young.

They were both chasing orgasms, imagining themselves in the arms of the other, as the waves of pleasure crested.

She got dressed as he took his turn in the shower. After he came out and dressed, they both left to explore the little seaside town. They walked along, hand in hand, enjoying each other's company. They stopped for drinks, explored some more, then went back to their room.

They sat in the spa on the balcony of their room and watched the ocean. They could be seen if anyone cared to look, so they wore their suits.

At seven that night, they left to eat. Liam put his arm around her waist as they walked to the restaurant.

I like this, she thought, leaning into him a little as they strolled along. She was wearing a small tank top and a short, light skirt, with only a thong underneath. As they walked, his hand drifted down to her butt. In response, she gave his hand a firm pat.

"Liam!" she said.

"Sorry, Mom, er Claire. Couldn't help it. This pretending to be your boyfriend is getting into my head."

In the restaurant they ate and drank and then found themselves dancing. A trio supplied the music, much of which consisted of slow Spanish love songs. They moved slowly, her cheek against his chest, her arms around his neck. Liam's arms held her tight, his groin firm against her, while his hands moved from her lower back to her bottom.

"Liam, what are you doing with your hands?"

"Sorry, I just... like the way it feels, you know, to hold you there."

She paused, then smiled, saying, "I kind of like it too."

She looked up at him, pulled herself up, and kissed him. It was not a long kiss but went well beyond a mother's kiss.

I love this boy, this man, and I know he loves me, she thought. If I want to kiss him, feel him holding me... I'm going to.

At around nine they looked at each other. "Time to go?" she asked.

"Yeah, probably. I'm pretty tired," he replied, smiling.

As they walked back to the hotel, she wondered, What's going to happen when we get back to our room? What are these feelings I'm having? She looked up at him. Am I having sexual feelings for him?

As they walked along, his hand was on her ass again, feeling the movement. She reached around and shoved her hand in his back pocket, thinking, Two can play at this game.

They were both very tired by the time they got back. She went into the bathroom to clean up and remove her makeup. Meanwhile, Liam stripped to his shorts and T-shirt.

When she came out of the bathroom, she was wearing a long T-shirt with a thong underneath. From his own bed, Liam watched her as she crossed the room to her bed and lay back against the pillows. He did not notice a panty line and wondered if she was nude underneath.

She looked at him and saw something in his eyes that was new. She returned the gaze, and for a few minutes, as they looked at each other, she was a woman, not his mother. It seemed that they had both taken on new roles.

Then she came back to herself and crawled under the covers. This broke the spell, and Liam rose and walked to the bathroom.

They watched some television, then slept. Later that night, she awoke to a small sound he made. Peering through the dark at his bed, she wondered what he was doing. Then it dawned on her that he was masturbating.

Is he thinking of me as he does it, she wondered. I hope so. Her mind wandered to an image of them making love with each other and she felt herself getting damp. We'd never do it, she told herself as she touched herself, holding the fantasy in her head. She pictured him entering her with what had appeared to be a large shaft.

Stop thinking about it! she ordered herself. It's perverted! But she kept thinking about it anyway.

He was thinking about her too while he took care of himself. He was thinking about her and Mia, making love together, with his mom sucking Mia's clit while he was taking his mom from behind.

***

The next morning, they had an outing planned, so she woke up early and got up to pee. When she got back, she saw Liam asleep on his back. The covers were thrown off him and his boxers were tented by a huge erection. Her sex was immediately warm.

She quickly crawled back under the covers and called over to him, saying, "Liam, time to get up. We have to be there in an hour."

He mumbled, "Okay," and stumbled into the bathroom.

He came out fifteen minutes later. Then she went into the bathroom to shower and do her makeup, and when she was done, they dressed and left.

They had booked a four-hour sightseeing trip into the desert. They would drive for a while and then stop to wander through the different parts of the desert. The guide was a local who seemed to be able to answer any conceivable question about the flora and fauna that surrounded them.

During the trip, Liam and Claire were holding hands a lot of the time--in the van, while walking around, and even when they sat at a table having a mid-morning snack. They were like a new couple who could not get enough of each other.

When they got back to the hotel, it was time for lunch and they sat next to each other. While they sat, she rested her hand on his thigh. He placed his hand on hers, and they did not say anything. She loved the sensation of touching him.

She wondered, What's gotten into me? All of a sudden I just want to touch him. Does he feel the same about me?

After lunch they had a siesta. This time they lay next to each other in her bed, fully clothed. She turned to him as she lay there, hand resting on his chest. When they awoke, she was lying on her side, and he was spooning her, with his hand on her hip.

They changed into swimsuits and spent the next few hours enjoying the sun. Liam once again massaged and put lotion on her back, paying special attention to her side boobs and bottom. She once again moved her legs apart and he worked on her inner thighs, coming dangerously close to her vagina.

She enjoyed his touch and was becoming aroused. I wonder if he knows. He's worked up, for sure. I can feel his hard cock rubbing against my leg. I bet he's doing that on purpose.

After sunning themselves for a while, they both ran down to splash in the waves. They were like children, having fun. Once he picked her up and tossed her into a wave. She came up laughing and saw him staring at her chest. She looked down and saw that one of her breasts had fallen completely out of the top. Blushing, she tucked it back in and smiled at him.

"Your boob is beautiful," he observed with a smile.

"Thanks."

Then she took off running and laughing, while he chased her. When he caught her, he held her tight, his hands holding her bottom. Then they kissed.

As he held her, his stiff rod pressed against her groin. I can't believe she's letting me do this. Does she want me to make love to her? Do I want to?

We're going too far, she thought as she enjoyed the feel of his manhood pressing into her. But would it be wrong if we gave each other a little pleasure?

Several hours later they were back at the restaurant from the night before. Once again, they ate, drank a little too much, and headed to the dance floor. It was the same group providing the music, and they held each other close as they swayed to the music.

After another tender kiss, she noticed he was aroused again, pressing against her, and without thinking, she reached between them and held it. Then she stroked it through his pants. She kissed Liam again while she did this.

I hope nobody can see what I'm doing, she thought. Probably not. Pretty crowded. Then she took her hand away and put her arms around his neck.

"I love you, Liam."

"I love you, too, Mom."

The little band launched into a cover of a rock song, and they stayed on the floor, laughing as they moved. She turned around and pressed her butt up against his groin, wiggling and shoving it into him to the beat of the music. She could feel his hard shaft each time she pressed her bottom against him. Not to be outdone, he held her hips and pulled her into his groin as he shoved his shaft up against her bottom. He kept doing this until he suddenly stopped dancing and stood rigid for several seconds as he pressed his groin hard against her.

When the song ended, he whispered in her ear, "I have to go to the bathroom."

Puzzled, she said, "Okay," and went back to their table as he hurriedly left the dance floor. She wondered what was going on and then started blushing as it occurred to her that he might have ejaculated in his pants. She smiled at this thought and then dismissed it as unlikely.

When he returned five minutes later, she asked with a laugh, "What happened? Did you come in your pants?"

He gave a sheepish look and said, "Yeah, that lap dance you were giving me on the floor..."

"I was not giving you a lap dance--was I?"

"You kinda were, Mom. It was great! Just messy."

She was a bit stunned. She had definitely crossed a line, she thought. But so had he. Still, she was the mother and was supposed to be responsible. They left a few minutes later. Liam was afraid of people noticing the wet spot in his pants.

When they got back to the room, Liam immediately went into the bathroom to clean himself up and came out wearing a T-shirt and fresh boxers. She had changed to some light shorts and a tank top, with no bra. She was lying on her bed looking at her phone and patted the space next to her for him to join her.

They were both still a little buzzed from the drinks at dinner. She put her phone down and turned to him, resting her head on his shoulder and her hand on his chest. It was not long before she fell asleep. A little later she opened her eyes and saw that Liam's shaft was sticking straight out of his shorts and he was stroking it slowly.

"Oh!" she said, surprised.

He quickly stuffed his penis back in his shorts, saying, "Sorry, I thought you were asleep."

All she could say was, "That's all right." Then the image of it came into her mind, and she wanted to see more. "You don't have to stop, Liam. I can close my eyes while you finish."

"You don't have to close your eyes, Mom; I just thought it bothered you."

"Of course it doesn't bother me. Here, go ahead and take your shorts off and enjoy yourself."

He did so, and she watched his hand slowly working his long thick shaft. She moved so he could put his arm around her shoulder and petted his chest as he stroked himself.

"Mom, can you take off your top? I'd really love to see your breasts again."

She considered this, wondering what it would lead to, then said, "Oh, hell with it, sure." She sat up and took off the tank, then said, "You too."

He sat up as well and took off his T-shirt. Now he was completely naked. She slipped off her shorts, leaving herself wearing only the little thong.

Liam's shaft seemed to grow larger, if that was possible, as he quickened his strokes. She took her hand off his chest and reached down to pull the gusset of her thong to the side and stroke herself. She was wet, and her fingers slipped easily into her hole. She fingered herself avidly as she watched him. Her thong was starting to get in the way, so she slid it down her thighs, feeling the thrill of being naked next to her hunky son.

Her eyes remained glued to his cock as he brought himself closer and closer to climax. Her fingers were deep inside her, as her vaginal cream started to drip down her thighs. She watched in awe as he erupted, and rope after rope of his lovely juice spurted in the air, some landing on her thigh.

Now her own need was urgent, and she said, "Hold me, please hold me."

He turned to her and pulled her toward him as she continued to touch herself. His large hand grabbed her ass as she reached up to kiss him. Then she felt his fingers between her butt cheeks pressing gently against her rosebud.

"Oh, Liam, Liam," she moaned as her climax took control of her body.

When it was over, they were kissing passionately.

Claire then lay back, staring at the ceiling, thinking to herself, What have I done? With my son! She got up, still naked, and went to the bathroom, where she washed, sat on the toilet, then cried quietly.

Oh God, oh God, what did I do? What am I going to do?

Ten minutes later and still not knowing what to do, she came back into the room and lay back on the bed, naked, next to Liam. He was still naked as well.

"You're upset. Should I sleep in the other bed, Mom?"

"Do you want to?"

"No, I'd rather sleep with you. Do you want me to put my shorts back on?"

"Only if you want to, but it doesn't really matter, does it?"

"Okay," he said. "I'll stay like this. I like being naked with you. I like looking at your body."

"I like looking at you, too. Am I a terrible mother? Perverted?" she asked as she curled up against him, feeling her breasts pressing up against him, as she laid her hand on his belly.

"No, you're great."

She looked up at him as she idly stroked his abdomen, then moved her hand slowly down to his pubic area. The entire area was shaved and smooth, just like hers.

When she touched the base of his penis, which was hardening again, it was as if she felt an electric shock, and she jerked her hand away.

"Sorry," she whispered.

"That's okay, Mom, you can touch it."

"Hmmm, better not."

Then she rested her hand on his chest and fell asleep.

***

Morning found Liam spooning her with one hand lightly cupping her breast. He had a massive hard-on, the entire length of which was lodged firmly between her butt cheeks. Her sex immediately started to moisten as she imagined him entering her from behind and filling her with sperm.

That can't happen, she thought to herself. I'm not on birth control. Maybe in my bottom? No! What we did last night was bad enough. His cock feels really good, but... She reluctantly got up to take a shower and masturbated to a climax that paled in comparison to the night before. It'll have to do. I really have to keep myself on a leash.

While Claire lay next to him in the throes of guilty desire, Liam slept on. He woke only when he felt her leaving the bed. Then it all came back to him and he grabbed his shaft and started stroking. Damn, that was sexy. I think she's guilty about what we did. Hell, she didn't even touch my penis! Maybe today we'll go further.

Feeling the need to pee, he got up and knocked on the bathroom door. Claire did not answer immediately. She was right in the middle of her orgasm.

Then she said, "Yes?"

"I gotta pee, Mom."

"Okay, come in."

He opened the door and rushed to the toilet. Only afterward did he look at her and see that she had been watching him.

Against her better judgment, she asked, "Join me?"

He nodded, opened the glass door, and stepped in. They embraced and he was at once erect. She reached for a bar of soap and began to wash him.

"I love being with you like this," Liam said, and took her in his arms to kiss her.

Her hands were all over him, washing, touching. But she stayed away from his penis. Then he washed her, all over--her breasts, her butt.

They did nothing beyond touching each other, and after that Liam stepped out of the shower, dressed, and left to pick up breakfast from the buffet.

While he was out, he mused, Maybe I'm nuts, but I think she wants to have sex with me. I should be ready. So he stopped by the hotel shop and bought a box of condoms and a bottle of lube.

When he got back, she was standing naked in front of the bathroom sink, door open, putting on makeup. She let him watch her as he munched his breakfast. She smiled at her own exhibitionism.

That day, their adventure was fishing. They were on a small boat with six other guests. That boat took them about a mile offshore to where they could fish for snapper. Neither of them was much of an angler, but catching snapper was easy, and they had fun.

After everyone had caught five or six fish, which took a couple of hours, they headed back to shore, where the owner and his wife cleaned the fish and served them grilled snapper covered in salsa, with tortillas, beans, rice, greens, and, of course, beer.

They got back to the hotel around 1 p. m. and headed to their room for a siesta.

"Can we take a shower together again, Mom?" Liam asked.

She looked at him, first speculatively, then with desire. "Sure, Liam."

They undressed, then stood close together under the shower. As the water cascaded over them, they caressed lightly, kissing while his body pressed up against hers.

Afterward, they lay together naked on the sheets of her bed. He was on his back with his rigid pole standing there. Looking at it, she asked, "Do you want me to help you with that?"

"Yeah, do you mind? Would that be too weird?"

"I want to," she replied. "It'll be nice, not weird."

"Even though you're my mom?"

"Does that bother you, that I'm your mother?"

"Yeah, I guess, a little. But... I still want you to do it."

I may be a bad mother, she thought, but I want to and I know he wants me. She reached down and took it in her hand. It felt heavy to her, and she could feel juices forming in her sex.

She gazed down at it as she slowly stroked it. One part of her kept saying, I'm his mother, I can't be doing this. But another part of her said she could, and that part wanted her to caress her beautiful son, to stroke his shaft, fondle his balls, make him happy.

"Oh, Mom, you're the best," he said as she stroked him.

He was on his side squeezing her breasts as they kissed. She took his hand and guided it down to her sex.

"Play with me. Make me come."

"Are you sure?"

"I have my hand on your cock. Of course I'm sure, baby."

He reached between her legs and touched her for the first time. "Nice," he whispered. "Really wet."

"You've been making me wet since we got here. Now it's time to do something about it."

They kissed as he slid his fingers into her.

"Hmm... that's my boy."

As she got excited, Liam wondered, Is she going to let me put it in her? Should I ask? Better not.

The same thought was in her mind.

It's been a while. Maybe Liam? Not right now.

Then they were both climaxing, with his semen coating her thighs as her own nectar dripped onto the sheets.

Lying there afterward and playing with his hair, she asked, "Do you think I'm a pervert, playing with my own son like that?" And then she laughed, saying, "Are you going to respect me in the morning?"

"You're cool. My best friend. But I didn't know you were so horny."

They napped a while, then put on their suits and wandered down the beach, finding tide pools. Roaming around a rocky area, they stumbled across a couple having sex.

"Sorry," they both mumbled, and quickly walked away.

"I don't think they minded us seeing them," said Liam.

"Maybe not," she replied thoughtfully. "Some people are exhibitionists."

That evening they went out for dinner, drinks, and dancing. On the dance floor again, Claire enjoyed feeling her son's penis pressing against her. She enjoyed covering it with her hand as they danced.

Walking home Liam shoved his hand down her back and under her skirt, holding it there against her bare bottom.

When they got back to the room it was dark and they used the spa again. This time they both slipped in nude, not caring if anyone saw them.

Liam loved watching his mother's big breasts seem to float on the foamy water.

While she watched her son, Claire said, "I found a new box of condoms in the nightstand. Are they yours?"

A little embarrassed, he nodded.

"Did you think we would need them?" she asked, sounding genuinely curious.

"I... uh... don't know. I guess I thought we might."

She looked at him thoughtfully, saying to herself,

We played with each other, and I felt guilty about it. Going all the way... But God, I haven't had a cock in me since...?

He was sitting across from her in the spa, and she extended a foot so that she could stroke him with her toes.

As he hardened, he leaned back and closed his eyes.

"I like that, Mom."

She giggled. "Do me."

Quickly, his foot was between her thighs and he was rubbing her clit lightly with his heel.

They kept this up for five minutes or so, then she got up. "Come shower with me."

In the shower they held each other tight while they masturbated each other to climax.

After that they each had a couple of shots of tequila, then crawled into bed.

"You're so beautiful," he said as he cupped a breast with his hand. Then he took the plump nipple in his mouth as his hand explored her bottom.

"Lie on your back," she ordered.

"What're you going to do?" he asked.

"You'll see."

On his back he looked up at her, sitting beside him.

Then she asked, "Can I suck your cock?"

"Really? Yeah, yeah!"

Claire knelt next to him and took his shaft into her mouth, letting it slide in until she had all she could take. Liam groaned with pleasure. Then she slowly pulled away, and it came out with a little pop.

She looked at him with a grin, saying excitedly, "I can't believe I'm doing this."

"Do you want to stop?" he asked.

"Hell no! I love this!"

And with that she swallowed him again and continued worshiping his shaft as he reached to finger her. He loved the way her breasts swayed under her as she bobbed up and down.

All of a sudden he was on the verge of climaxing, but he pushed it down.

I don't ever want this to end, he thought. But soon his need for release was too great and the pleasure was too intense. His semen shot hard into her mouth.

God, is he fertile! Claire thought as she tried to hold and swallow his seed. She gulped down a load, and it was followed by another and then another.

When he was done, she smiled at him, saying, "My beautiful boy. My beautiful sexy boy. So full of cum."

She moved to lie next to him, and they kissed. She had semen around her mouth and chin. He licked it off.

Then she said, "You do me now."

She lay on her back and he knelt between her spread legs, lowered his face to her smoothly shaven cat, and began kissing all around her hole. Then he ran his young tongue up and down the slit.

"Hmm... that's lovely," she whispered. "Put your fingers in me."

He inserted one and then two fingers into her and pumped as he sucked her clit into his mouth. She arched her body and raised her hips, pushing her sex up to meet his mouth.

"I love you, baby. I love how you make me feel. I love how your cock feels in my mouth."

"You taste good. So sexy. I'm almost ready to come again."

"Are you? What a horny boy. Let me sit on your face while I suck you some more."

They moved to a sixty-nine position and he had his hard penis back in her mouth again as he licked and sucked her sex. In this position her cream was dripping all over his face and neck as his tongue and lips sent jolts of pleasure through her.

She moved over his face, letting him lick all over. He pushed her butt cheeks apart so he could get at her little pucker and lick that too.

I can't believe this! she thought. My own baby boy is licking my pucker. Fuck, is this so sexy!

With that thought she orgasmed, and her juices were pouring into his mouth. She shook with the excitement and pleasure.

When she finished, she lay on her back as he knelt by her stroking himself hard until he was spraying release into her open mouth.

They lay holding each other, taking in what they had done. Then he asked, "When are you going to let me put it in you, Mom?"

"Hmm... are we ready for that?" she asked.

"Yeah. I mean I hope we are," he replied.

"Let me think about it. Actually doing it... that's a big step. No going back."

"What we already did was a pretty big step, Mom," he reasoned. "And you liked it."

"Yeah, I did. I really did," she said with a giggle.

With that she went to the bathroom, and he followed her. She watched him pee as she washed her face. Then he watched her pee, kissing her as he caressed her breasts.

Before getting back in bed, they both had a shot of tequila, then another. They started watching a movie but ended up falling asleep.

The next day, they woke late and got breakfast from room service. They meant to head straight for the beach but went back to the shops first. Claire bought another bathing suit--this one was all strings and small pieces of fabric.

It had been Liam's idea. When she tried it on, she was dubious, but he said, "I love it. So sexy."

"But I'm naked," she remarked with dismay.

"Yeah, you are. But you're beautiful. And other girls are wearing the same thing."

She looked at him, still dubious, then said, "Fuck it! I'm not going to have a good body forever."

She walked out wearing it, feeling the light breeze touch every part of her body. Liam loved it and loved the admiring looks his girl was getting from other guys, and from other girls as well.

Claire loved the feel of his hands on her bare skin as he put sunscreen on her. She also loved the feel of his finger as he sneakily slipped it into her sex.

Playing in the ocean waves, her top kept slipping to expose her nipples. They had seen this happen to other girls, and nobody seemed to care, so she let them be. She liked the feeling of her bare breasts against his skin as they stood kissing, buffeted by the incoming waves.

They ate crab and fish tacos on the boardwalk, washing the food down with beer. Then they went back to their room for a siesta.

They shared a shower first, most of the time kissing under the spray. By the time they were drying each other they were desperate for each other's bodies.

They lay holding each other, pressing their bodies together.

Panting, Claire said, "Can you get one of your condoms?"

"Really?" he asked.

"Yeah. I need you inside me."

He quickly pulled the box out of the nightstand. It was a box of twenty.

"Is this going to be enough?" he asked, grinning at her.

"Probably not," she said, sporting a wicked look.

He slipped the thing on, then asked, "Do you want me to lick you first, get you wet?"

"No, baby, Momma's wet. Just put it in me before I lose my nerve."

He got between her thighs. She lifted her legs and spread wide for him, then he entered her.

That was the last barrier, she thought to herself. Now we're real lovers. Incestuous lovers. God, I want him so bad!

With these thoughts she clung to him hard, feeling his shaft pound her. She grabbed his butt cheeks and squeezed them, feeling his hard glutes under her fingers.

"Your pussy feels so good, Mom. Damn, you're so hot," he said, gasping from the effort. "Wish I didn't have to wear this rubber."

"Yeah," she replied, breathing hard. "Fuck! Take it off. Take it off. I want to feel your seed in me."

"You sure, Mom?" he asked.

"I am. Take it off!"

He pulled out, quickly ripped it off, and plunged back into her.

"Oh, hmm... that feels fantastic," he said.

He went back to making love to his mother while she clung to him with both her arms and legs.

"Oh, oh," she cried suddenly, "I'm coming. Yes, yes, yes. Oh God, this is what I need."

He felt her shake under him, her nails scraping his back as his own orgasm took him. He could feel her vaginal muscles squeezing him as he let it all go inside her.

"Yeah, baby, yeah. Fill me up!" she cried.

They lay side by side, holding hands, taking it all in.

Her body is mine now, he thought. Whenever I want it, she's going to give it to me.

They did not leave the room for the rest of the day, nor did they put on any clothes. They kissed and caressed, sucked and licked, made more love, and talked. They put on robes when dinner was delivered but immediately took them off to eat.

When it got dark, they dressed and went for a long walk on the beach, returning to their room at around nine, and immediately fell onto the bed.

Suddenly, she wanted to end this day in the most memorable way possible. She said, "Liam, would you like to do me in the bottom? I want to feel that big thing in me, and I want to feel your seed inside me again."

He looked at her with surprise and wonder.

Who is this woman? Why did Dad ever leave her? She's so amazing.

"Yeah, I would. I never did it with Mia or anybody. You have to show me."

"Okay, baby. It's been a long time, but I remember how."

She straddled him in a 69 position, meaning to get him really hard, and for him to get her really wet. Fifteen minutes later she was on her side with him spooning her while he worked lube into her butt.

"Use lots of it, honey, and go slowly 'til I get used to it."

Liam applied a good bit of lube to her rear entrance and then she said, "First your finger. Two fingers. Stroke me with them."

He inserted one finger and then two.

"So tight," he said.

"Tight, yes. Fingers take a while to loosen me up. Yes, just like that. Oooh, feels good."

While he worked in her, she played with herself.

"Yes, yes, oh honey. That's right. That's right."

A few minutes later she said, "Fuck my pussy a while. Get really hard for me."

He entered her vagina from behind and screwed her. "God, that feels good," he whispered. "I'm ready. Can I put it in your ass now?"

"Yeah, do it, baby. Take me now."

He positioned the head of his shaft at her pucker and slowly and carefully entered her. She remembered to push against his shaft, which eased his passage.

Slowly, slowly he pushed it all the way in. Then he started to stroke her. He was gentle at first, but that did not last long.

"Harder, harder," she whispered, and he obeyed. He did her from behind for a long time as she rubbed her clit. Then they switched and she was on top. In this position she quickly brought herself to orgasm. They switched again and he was between her legs, pumping her rear entrance hard as her big breasts wobbled and shook beneath him.

Soon Liam was grunting softly as he drove to his own climax. She felt his rod pulse as he released everything he had into her bottom. This brought her to another climax.

They did not move as they lay there and his cock slowly softened and fell out of her. He bent down to kiss her and said, "Thanks, Mom. That was the best I ever had. You're so great, I love you so much."

"It was wonderful, my beautiful boy. I love you, too."

The rest of the week passed quickly. It was a whirl of sand, sun, and non-stop sex, with occasional pauses to eat and sleep.

When they returned home, he moved into her bedroom, and they began living as a married couple.

***

At home, Claire had to return to work but called him several times a day to hear his voice. They were like newlyweds. When she got home she immediately jumped into bed with him. They existed on take-out food, wine, and love.

He had little to do. He was signed up for an online course to get a start on college. With plenty of time on his hands, he masturbated to his collection of pics he had taken of her in Mexico, nearly all of them naked, and a lot of them pornographic.

After a week, Celia came to visit, planning to stay the night. Liam and Claire had talked about it.

"Now that we're lovers, I don't want to shut Celia out. She and I are lovers too."

"I know, Mom. But what about me when you two are with each other?"

"I think you have to join us, baby. Don't you want to? Won't it be exciting watching her and me do it? She already told me she wants to watch you and me."

"And... me and Celia?" he asked.

"You want to... do it with Celia?" asked Claire, sounding uncertain.

"Well... I mean, will you feel bad if I do?" he asked.

"I don't know, honey, maybe. But I guess you should, I mean if she and I..."

Celia arrived wearing a miniskirt, looking as sexy as Liam had ever seen her. First she kissed Claire, with more open passion than he had ever seen. Then she kissed him--with an intensity that surprised him.

When the kiss broke, she smiled at him and said, "Very handsome."

At dinner Celia had a lot of questions about Mexico. Claire had already filled her in, but she wanted to hear from Liam.

"I still can't believe you and Claire are lovers," she said. "Makes me wonder if I should have made some moves on my son before he left for college. Probably too late now."

"You never know," said Claire.

"Anyway," she continued, "tell me about it. Are you two in love, or is it just sex?"

Liam looked at her, unsure. "I love Mom, I truly do."

"But as your mom, or as... Claire, a woman?"

He thought about it, then took Claire's hand. "Both. When we're making love, I guess sometimes she's Claire, sometimes Mom. I love both."

"Yeah, I can see that. I'm trying to imagine me and my son. Hmmm. And me? Tell me how you feel about me."

He looked at her, uncertain, then said, "I like you a lot, ever since you started coming around."

"And what about you and me?" she asked. "Together, in bed."

"Well, when I think of it, I... I'm a little afraid."

"You like the way I look? Do you imagine me naked? Do you think you can please me?"

Liam just stared at her, not knowing what to say.

Claire glared at her and said, "Celia, you're embarrassing him. Stop it."

"Sorry," said her friend. "I was doing my old hot cougar thing." Then she got up and sat on Liam's lap. "I'm not used to young guys."

Then she kissed him. Her tongue was in his mouth as she began unbuttoning her blouse. The kiss broke and they looked at each other. The blouse came off and she reached back to undo her bra.

"Suck my breast, Liam."

He did as she asked while she stroked his hair. Across the table, Claire was undressing and tossing her clothes on the floor, never taking her eyes off the couple.

When Liam came up for air, she asked, "Do you like that, my dark hard nipple?"

"Yeah. You're still kind of scary, but I like it a lot."

She laughed and stood up. Her skirt came off along with her panties. She left on her heels and thigh-high stockings. Then she sat back down and they kissed as he explored her mocha-colored body.

"I feel your shaft," she noted. "Maybe it's time to take it out."

She undid his pants as he threw off his shirt. When his boxers came off she took him in her mouth.

Liam looked over at his mom, who was naked, still sitting on her chair, one foot on his chair, fingers deep inside her while she rubbed her button.

"This is so sexy," she panted as she watched her friend bob up and down on his shaft.

Then Celia raised her head. "Not sexy enough."

She got off her knees, straddled Liam's hips, and lowered herself onto his shaft.

"Hmm... perfect," she said, and started to ride him as they tongued each other, his hands holding her bottom.

Claire was the first to climax, screaming, "Fuck," as she threw her head back with the pleasure. She staggered over to hold Celia's boobs as her friend rode her son. Then Liam bit Celia's shoulder as he released into her, followed soon by his new lover's scream of pleasure.

Naked, the two women cleaned up the table and put the dishes in the dishwasher while Liam watched them, hard again at the sight of the two naked bodies. Then they all grabbed fresh glasses of wine and climbed the stairs to Claire's bedroom.

***

Two weeks after Liam and Celia became lovers, he got a call from his ex, Mia, who wanted to come for a visit.

"I need to talk to you about something," she added.

"About what?"

"Well, about us. But I can't... talk about it over the phone," she said softly, sounding upset.

"Are you... what? You sound like you're in trouble?" said Liam, with a worried voice.

"I said, I can't talk about it... over the phone. I need to see you."

"When? I can't do it right now. I'm out doing something," he lied, trying to delay her.

"Can you do it later? It's really important," she returned, sounding more upset.

"Maybe tonight? I don't know. I have to ask Mom. I'll call you back in a few minutes."

She sounded disappointed but agreed. "Call me back... soon."

He was at home doing nothing.

But I can't let her just come, he thought. Not with the way things are with me and Mom and Celia.

He called Claire.

"And she didn't give any hints?" asked Claire.

"No, but she sounded really upset, maybe crying."

She's a manipulating bitch, I'll give her that, she thought to herself. She knows how to tie Liam in knots.

Then she asked, "Well, what do you want to do?"

"I should see her. Maybe she is in trouble, I don't know," he replied.

"Okay, tell her to come over for dinner. Uh, 6:30. Tell her we won't be home till then. You go get Thai food," Claire said, decisively.

"What if she wants me to come to her?" he asked.

"Tell her, uh... tell her you can't. Tell her I said so."

He called Mia, who reacted badly to the news. "Look, I need to see you, now! Who's more important, us or...?"

"Us?" he replied, starting to get angry. "There's no us. You dumped me!"

Then she was crying.

He felt guilty hearing this, but thought, What have I got to be guilty about?

Then, in a quiet voice, she said, "See you at 6:30."

Liam went out to pick up food and got back a little before 6.

"Thanks for getting the food, Liam," Claire said.

Then she kissed him, thinking, We've got time before she arrives for me to remind him who his lover is.

She led him to the living room, sat him down, and pulled off her top. Then she pulled down his pants and took him into her mouth.

She smiled up at him, saying, "I'm your lover, your only lover--except for Celia once in a while."

"Yeah, you are," he replied, and sat back to enjoy the ride.

She had learned to play out her blowjobs, making them last. She could keep him on the edge for half an hour. That's what she was doing. It was nearing 6:30 when he finally filled her mouth with his semen.

When Mia's knock came a few minutes later, he opened the door to find the girl he used to love standing there, looking forlorn.

"Hello, Mia," he said, guiding her into the house. If she was expecting a kiss, she was disappointed.

Claire walked in, eyeing her warily, and said, "Hi, Mia, dinner's in ten minutes."

When they were alone, Mia said, trying to look calm, "I'm pregnant."

Liam looked at her, shocked. Then he said, "Is it mine?" He was not surprised by how hurt she was by this question.

She snapped back, "Who else's would it be?"

"I don't know. You were off screwing your new girlfriend and I don't know who else."

"No one else! Just her."

"Well, I don't see how it could be me. You were always on birth control."

"Doesn't always work," she mumbled.

"So what do you need from me? Money for an abortion? Can't your girlfriend help?"

"I don't have a girlfriend anymore, and I don't want an abortion. I... I just want you back."

"Well, you can't have me back," he offered, letting pent-up anger spill out. "I'm with somebody, and we love each other."

Before Mia could respond, Claire walked in, smiling.

"How have you been, Mia? I've missed seeing you," said Claire.

"Good, I guess," she answered hesitantly, eyes glancing over at Liam.

It was obvious something serious had taken place between the two, but neither said anything. All Claire could do was say, "Well, dinner's ready. Come in."

Liam and Claire followed her to the dining room and they all sat down.

Then Mia said, "I have to go to the bathroom," and rushed out of the room.

"What happened, Liam?"

"Mia's pregnant. Found out a couple of weeks ago. She wants to keep it."

"So she wants you?"

He shook his head. "I don't know. She wants something."

"So, she didn't actually say she wanted you back? Do you want her back?"

"I used to think I loved her. We were together for over a year. But maybe I just loved having sex with her. I don't know."

"Did you tell her about us, honey?"

"No, Mom, but I did say I was seeing someone else. That's when you came in."

When Mia came back, they went on with dinner. It was quiet the whole time, and Mia refused the wine.

"Oh, yeah, sorry," said Claire. "I forgot, Liam said you're pregnant. I'm still trying to comprehend that I'm going to be a grandmother. Congratulations."

While she said this, she eyed the girl warily, thinking, That lezzy bitch isn't going to get him back. Not when I only just found him.

"Thanks," Mia mumbled.

They talked about things as they ate, though not about what Mia came to talk about. Mostly it was Claire talking--about their college plans, their trip to Mexico, omitting any mention of sex.

It was uncomfortable. Claire finished her wine and poured another glass. Liam noticed her drinking and looked concerned, but didn't say anything.

They finished dinner and went into the living room. Liam and Mia sat on the couch, and Claire took the armchair opposite.

"I'm sorry to spring this on you," Mia said to both of them. "I've known for a while but couldn't decide what to do."

Then Mia opened up about what happened to split her and Liam up.

"I know I screwed it all up. We were great together, and I know you loved me. It's just, I was at this party, before I was pregnant. Drank too much and, I don't know. This college girl, Andrea--she's like, 22 or something. So, we started making out, and then we went to her place and fucked."

"Was that your first time with a woman?" Claire asked.

"It was," she replied. Then she looked at Liam. "You and I were still together, and she and I were screwing each other a couple times a week. It was... exciting. But I was still with you."

"The last couple of times we made love," said Liam, "I thought something was different."

"Different," Mia murmured. "Yeah, different. I don't know, Andrea knew about you and said I had to choose. So, I chose her. I realized almost immediately that I messed it up. I missed you so much. Then I found out about the baby, told Andrea, and she dumped me right there."

She sat there, tears in her eyes. "I treated you like crap, I know, and I know you're seeing someone. I just thought, you know, maybe we can be friends. You can be a father in the baby's life. Then, if things don't work out for you with her... maybe."

Liam looked at her, thinking, I still love her, and there's the baby.

"Mia," he noted, "I have to tell you something." Then he looked over at Claire, who nodded to him.

"But you can't tell anyone," said Claire. "You have to promise not to tell anyone. Can you... promise?"

Mia looked at her, paused, and said in a serious, puzzled voice, "I promise."

He studied her for a moment, then said, "Okay. Well, the woman I'm seeing is... Claire... um Mom. We're lovers."

"What?" gasped the girl. "How? Why? When?"

He continued, "In Mexico. I was lonely, hurt. Mom took me to Mexico to cheer me up. We were sharing a room and it just... happened. It's not normal, I know. I'm sorry."

"So am I," Claire said softly.

"You're actually sleeping with each other?" she asked, disbelieving.

They both nodded.

She was crying again, crying like her world had ended. Claire started crying as well, feeling the girl's misery. She moved to the sofa and took Mia in her arms, letting the girl sob against her shoulder.

"Oh, Mia, it's okay. Everything will be okay."

"Can't you guys just stop?" she pleaded after she could speak again.

"I don't want to," Liam replied. "We love each other, not just as mother and son."

Claire kissed the girl's head and stroked her hair as she continued to cry. Liam followed her lead and moved closer to her, holding her around her shaking shoulders.

After fifteen minutes or so, Mia was quiet and seemed to be responding to their affectionate touches. She raised her tear-stained face and Claire kissed her on the cheek. Then Liam kissed her as well.

"Mia," he added, "I still love you. I never stopped loving you."

She looked at him, eyes pleading. Then she kissed him passionately, desperately clinging to him, while Claire was stroking her hair.

"You're such a lovely woman," Claire said. "So sexy. I love you, too."

Mia turned to her. "What?"

"Yes you are," continued Claire. "Maybe... maybe there's a place for you in our... relationship?"

Looking surprised, Mia said, "What do you mean?"

"She means," said Liam, "be with us. Make love with us. Maybe live with us."

"You like making love with women, don't you?" asked Claire. "Well, so do I."

Mia, stunned, asked, "You mean, the three of us, in a relationship?"

"Well," Claire replied, "you and I both love Liam, and he loves both of us. Maybe you and I could learn to love each other too."

"So, you're bisexual, like me?"

"For a long time now," Claire replied, then gently kissed the young woman on the lips.

Liam smiled and nodded, thinking, I get to fuck Mom and Mia at the same time?

Mia did not turn away from Claire's kiss but looked into her eyes, saying, "I've always thought you were really nice, beautiful. I've masturbated thinking of you."

Then they kissed again, passionately. Mia's hand moved to cup the other woman's breast as the kiss lingered. When the kiss broke, they all sat looking at each other.

Liam said, "That was cool." Then he leaned over and kissed Mia, drawing her hand to cover the bulge in his pants.

Mia said, "I don't know what to do. I want to be with you again, Liam, but now you're with Claire, and she's so beautiful... and, do you both really want me?"

"I still love you," he answered, "and I want you, and I want Mom. Join us, please. Let's all be together. Can't we be a... threesome?"

Mia looked at them both, trying to sort it all out. "What? And you really want me to join you?"

They both nodded.

"So, I know this is all shocking," said Claire, "but, do you want to try? Are you up for a little girl and guy sex? Tonight?"

Bewildered, she thought about it, then slowly nodded with a growing smile, saying, "Yeah, I think I'd like to try."

"Good," Claire said. "Now, I would just love to see those beautiful mommy titties of yours."

Mia smiled at this and allowed Claire to pull her top over her head. Then the bra came off.

"They got bigger," said Liam, approvingly.

"They're supposed to," Mia observed with a smile. "Careful, they're sensitive."

Claire also took off her top and bra and Mia immediately moved to take a hard nipple into her mouth as Claire petted and stroked her hair.

Liam watched the two of them for a while and then got on his knees and started removing Mia's jeans. She looked down and smiled at him, then raised her hips to allow him to pull her jeans and panties all the way off. He did the same for his mother. Next, he removed his own clothes and knelt before them, watching and stroking himself.

Both women seemed eager for him, because they stood up, pulled him onto the couch, knelt before him, and took turns sucking his shaft. It was not long before he was filling Mia's mouth with his semen.

"I missed the taste of your cum," Mia said.

Then Mia and Claire, now fiery with desire, moved to the floor and into a 69 position and sucked each other. Claire was on the bottom and after ten minutes with Mia's tongue inside her she climaxed.

"God, that's good. You have a heavenly tongue, girl. Now I think you need my son's cock inside you."

She looked up at him. "Is that what you want, Liam?"

"Oh yes. How about get on your knees?"

She did, and he immediately took her from behind. She turned her head and smiled at him, sending him an air kiss, then bent her head and went back to eating Claire.

"God, I love this," said Mia as she squirmed with pleasure under his thrusts.

After a while, they changed positions, and while Claire watched, she was on her back, arms and legs wrapped around him as he pounded her. Then she was coming as her nails raked his back.

He was not through and he kept making love to her as Claire moved to straddle her face. Eagerly, she lapped at the older woman's sex as her climax built again.

"And I love you," Liam cried as he released his load into her. He moved to take her in his mouth until she was coming again, followed closely by Claire's orgasm.

They did not bother with clothes that night but settled themselves in Claire's bed with snacks and wine, and more sex. By morning they had decided that Mia would move in with them and they would all share the bed.

She talked to her parents the next day, telling them that she and Liam were getting back together, and she was moving into his house. They asked about her and Liam getting married. She said they did not know yet.

***

They put off telling Mia about Celia for a several days, allowing her to settle in and get used to the arrangement. They wanted Mia to know she was loved, cherished, and did not have to worry about the other woman.

When they told her she was not surprised. "I met her several times. She's very beautiful. I always suspected that you might be lovers. Is she planning to move in with us?"

"No," replied Claire. "She's had chances, and we talked about it, but she's pretty independent. And she travels a lot. Gone for weeks at a time. She likes the companionship, and the sex, when she's around."

"Anyway," Claire continued, "she wants us to visit her this weekend. Says she hopes you want to join us... I think you'll like her."

"But she's so... Why would she want to have anything to do with me?" asked Mia.

"Because you're beautiful," replied Liam. "And she likes young women."

"So you all do each other. Damn, you guys really like sex in this house!" Mia exclaimed.

"Yeah, I guess Celia and I are a couple of slutty MILFs. But she's a good lover. Right, Liam?"

Looking at Mia sheepishly, he admitted, "Yeah, she is."

They arrived at Celia's enormous house just before lunch the following Saturday, carrying overnight bags. It was a warm day and they decided to eat on the patio, next to the pool.

When they returned from Mexico, Claire brought with her a selection of micro bikinis, and all of the women decided to wear them. Liam wore his tiny Speedos.

In the center of the table were a huge tossed Southwest chicken salad, hand made tortillas, and an icy pitcher of margaritas.

Damn, thought Mia, Celia is just walking, talking pure sex. I hope I get to taste her.

Meanwhile, Celia was whispering to Claire, "You whore, you've had this delicious young thing to yourself for weeks?"

Claire just gave her a look and poured another drink for herself.

After lunch, they played around a while in the water. Standing together in the cool water by the side of the wall, Mia and Celia were talking about pregnancy.

"Still puking a lot?" asked Celia as she gently petted Mia's belly.

"Not so much," Mia replied as she gazed into the dark liquid pools of the other woman's eyes.

Then Celia's eyes roamed over the girl's taut breasts. "So firm. I loved my boobs when I was pregnant. Now they're all mushy."

She pushed aside the tiny patch of fabric covering her breast and brought Mia's hand up to touch it.

"Still feels nice," Mia offered. "I love your dark nipple. So sexy. Can I... suck it?"

"Of course, baby."

Mia cupped the breast and brought the big nipple to her mouth while the other woman reached down to grab her butt cheeks and pull her close.

Then they were kissing, while fingers were groping at each other's groins. Seeing what was going on, Claire said, "I think it's time for the bedroom."

After showers, they all piled onto Celia's bed, and Celia and Mia were quickly wrapped up in each other, kissing and touching while the other two watched with interest and lightly masturbated each other.

"You're such a sexy girl," Celia whispered as she licked and sucked Mia's breasts.

"Oh, oh, I love your tongue," said the younger woman. "Oooh," she moaned as Celia sucked her tender nipples while making love to her vagina with her fingers.

Liam got behind Claire and spooned her while gently caressing her breasts and kissing her neck. Then he entered her sex and they moved together while they both watched the other two.

"You're so beautiful," whispered Mia to her new lover.

"And so are you. So young. You feel almost like a virgin. So delicate. Make me come with those beautiful lips."

Mia laughed, "Definitely not a virgin."

Then she moved between Celia's spread legs and tasted her for the first time. She looked up at the her. "Your pussy is heaven."

"And so are your lips, muchacha. Oh, yes, your fingers, your tongue. Qué rico, qué rico!"

And then Celia peaked, squeezing Mia with her thighs as she climaxed.

Mia moved to kiss Celia, smiling over at Claire as Liam slowly moved in his mother from behind. Then it was Celia sucking Mia's clit as she fingered her.

Mia stroked and petted the woman's thick, dark hair, which was spread over her thighs, while arching upward as the pleasure she was receiving coursed through her.

"Yes, yes, yes. Oh, Celia, that's good. Oh please, put your finger in my bottom."

The other woman looked up at her. "You're a naughty one, baby girl. Yes, I can do that." Then the woman took a sex-slicked finger and gently fingered her butt, while tonguing her clit. This drove Mia to the edge, making her squirt her juices into Celia's mouth as she climaxed.

That evening, Claire watched as both of the teenagers made love to Celia, with Liam doing her from behind while Mia spread her legs and let herself be eaten.

That night, the foursome paired off with Liam and Mia in one bed and Celia and Claire in another.

Celia had to leave early the next morning to catch a flight to Chicago. Claire made herself breakfast while the other two slept on.

***

A couple of weeks later, Liam asked Mia to marry him and she eagerly said yes. She was both surprised and relieved.

"I know we've been talking about it since we got back together," she said, "but I was afraid, you know, with these other women in your bed."

Looking at her, surprised, he said, "This baby needs a father, a real one. How could I not ask you?"

"Is it just the baby? Do you just feel you have to?"

"I told you before, I never stopped loving you. We talked about getting married when we were still in high school. Now we will."

"That's what I hoped you'd say. Listen, let's go to bed so I can really say yes."

Mia did not want to stand at the altar with either an obvious baby bulge or a newborn child. So they skipped the big wedding and all the planning, much to the relief of everyone. The wedding and reception took place at Celia's big house. Sitting on an acre of land, with a pool, tennis court, huge lawn, and surrounded by trees, it was the perfect location.

Despite the rush to organize things, it came off well, with a nonsectarian minister and about thirty guests. Everyone was pleased, and there were lots of pictures of Mia in her white gown and Liam in a tux.

Mia's wedding gift from Celia was a three-week trip to Italy.

"This may be the last time you get to do this kind of traveling for a while. That baby is going to want all your attention," Celia said.

The couple was already packed, and they left for the airport while the reception still had hours to go.

***

Mia delayed starting college to have the baby. Both decided to stay local and go to a state school only thirty-five minutes away. Liam started in the fall, and Mia would start the next summer and catch up with him. They would get a nanny to take care of the baby while they were in class.

The baby, a little girl named Ophelia, was born without any problems. But their school plans fell apart in the spring term when COVID shut everything down. Even Celia had to give up her perpetual travel schedule.

"Maybe it's a good thing," said Mia. "Now I don't have to worry about whether the nanny's looking after the baby when I'm at school."

"Yeah, I didn't much like the idea either," agreed Liam. "Now she has you and me, and the two grandmothers."

"Grandmother? Me?" laughed Celia, though she seemed pleased.

Then Celia said, "I'm glad to get to stay home. Travel was easier when it was just me. Now... now I have a family to share this house with."

Claire reached over and took her hand, squeezing it while she kissed her cheek.

"You do have a family, Celia," said Claire, "and we miss you when you travel."

Thoughtfully, Celia said, "My last trip, I was in Mexico City for three weeks, working on this deal. I got so lonely for you all."

"And horny," put in Mia.

"And horny," admitted Celia. "But really lonely."

Then she said, "So, I already told Claire about this. There was this girl, really sexy, young. An intern. Anyway, I'd had my eyes on her since I got there and finally decided to ask her on a date. We ended up in bed and she was wonderful. In the middle of the night, though, I looked at her sleeping beside me and wondered why I was doing this. Why, if I had all of you at home?"

"Well, you do like young pussy," laughed Claire. "You like variety."

"I do, but not at the cost of missing you all. Anyway, I just got a big bonus for closing the deal. So I've been wondering, why not give up that lifestyle? And now COVID is giving me the excuse to do just that."

"Well, that's great," said Liam and Mia together.

"Anyway, I'm thinking about it."

***

A few hours later, she got a text from her son. Oh fuck, she thought, and went at once to find Claire, saying, "Roberto wants to come and live with us starting next week."

With four adults and a baby all home most of the time, it was already a full house. But when his school shut down, that was the place Roberto wanted to come.

"What am I going to do? He doesn't know about... us," she told Claire.

"Well, he's visited us three or four times. He must know something."

"Yeah," Celia replied. "He knows that you and I sleep together, and Mia and Liam. We've always been chill about the rest when he was here."

"He says he's straight," Celia continued. "I'm afraid that the way we are here will drive him crazy. What's he going to do when he finds out we are all sleeping with each other? What are we going to do?"

The two went to talk to Liam and Mia.

"We could cool it until he leaves," suggested Liam. The three women looked at him like he was nuts.

"Okay, yeah," he conceded, "that's not going to happen."

"We could ask him to join us," suggested Mia. "He's cute."

"You'd be a hotwife?" asked Liam. "I'm not sure I want to be cuckolded."

"C'mon, babe," laughed Mia. "When we watch hotwife porn you get turned on. You even asked me, shithead, if I'd like to screw another guy while you watch."

"Yeah, I guess. Yeah," Liam muttered.

"But what's he going to say when he watches Liam have sex with both me and you, Celia?" asked Claire. "I guess you'll let him do it with me. Won't he want to make love with you too?"

"You think he will?" asked Celia.

"I don't know," answered Claire. "But with all the incest going on around here..."

"He probably will," Celia admitted. "I guess I'll have to let him."

"What do you mean you'll have to let him?" said Claire. "You want to. You know you want to." Then, taking Celia's hand, she said, "You won't regret it. You have to talk to him about it, or send him to live with his dad."

Rob was watching TV when he got her call, about an hour after he sent the text. He was tall and handsome, dark-eyed and dark-haired like his mother. His girlfriend had already gone home. They formally broke up when they parted, figuring they would both find new bedmates. So he was hanging around the campus in a general state of horniness.

"Hey Mom," he replied.

"Hi, Rob. So, about you living here. I want you here, but it's complicated."

"Huh? Why?"

"Yeah... it's... I have to explain, but you have to keep all this to yourself... everything I'm going to tell you."

"Why?"

"Because... because some people wouldn't approve of how we live."

"What do you mean?" he asked, sounding genuinely puzzled.

"Can I trust you not to say anything? Not to your dad, your friends?"

"Uh, yeah, Mom, sure."

"Okay, now I'm trusting you. The four of us have a polyamorous relationship. We all love each other and make love with each other."

He paused, then asked, "You mean, you have sex with Mia, Claire, and Liam?"

"Yes, and Liam has sex with me, and Mia, and Claire."

Rob sat there, slightly stunned, with an erection growing in his pants. Then he asked, "With his mother?"

"Uh-huh. How do you feel about that?"

After making sure his door was shut, Rob had his shaft in his hand as he replied, "It's pretty hot."

"It doesn't gross you out?" she asked.

"No way. Claire's really pretty. I don't blame him."

"And if Mia or Claire wanted to have sex with you...?"

"You mean, if I lived there, they'd want to do it with me?"

"Yeah, they both think you're cute."

Rob was stroking himself, moving quickly to an orgasm. "And... and you, Mom. I mean Liam's doing it with his mom. Would you and I...?"

"Make love with each other? Would you want to?"

"You're really sexy," he said, his hand moving fast, getting ready to pop. "I... I... aahhh! Yeah... I think so."

"What's going on, Rob?"

"Uh... nothing," he replied as his semen painted his pants. "It's just hard to take in."

"So, Mom... I mean, do you want to make love with me? Do you really? Have you, like, fantasized about doing it... with me?"

"Well," she said, slowly, "when Claire started up with Liam, I was jealous, because she was my girlfriend and... Then I imagined you and I doing it."

"Did you play with yourself, you know, while you imagined it?" he asked.

"Robbie! That's pretty personal. I mean, do you masturbate thinking of me?"

"Uh... yeah, I do... sometimes... you know, you're pretty sexy. Anyway, did you?"

How can I admit to him that when I am with Liam I sometimes close my eyes and imagine it's Robbie's cock in me?

"I... yes, I have imagined it," she was finally able to reply. "You think I'm a pervert now?"

"No, Mom. It's natural. I took this, like, human sexuality class. It's pretty common, mothers attracted to sons, sons to mothers. I guess we're all just natural perverts."

"So you still want to come? Live with a houseful of deviants? You could stay with your dad or get your own place instead."

"I want to come, but what about me and Liam?"

"You and Liam?"

"Yeah. You ladies are all bisexual. Is he? Will he expect me to sleep with him?"

"I don't think so," she replied, wondering about this herself. "Are you... like, bisexual?"

"As far as I know, I'm straight. But, living there... with all the sex going on, I don't know what will happen."

"Let's not worry about that now," she said. "If it happens, I'm sure it will be fine with everyone."

"Hmm... Anyway, I still want to come."

***

Liam and Celia picked him up late at the airport a week later. He shook Liam's hand and Celia made to kiss his cheek. He had something else in mind and met her kiss with his lips.

Surprised but pleased, she kissed him back. When they got home, they all sat in the kitchen, nibbling crackers and cheese and sipping wine.

When it was time for bed, Celia said, "So, we talked about it and thought it was best if you and I slept together tonight. You know, so you're not jumping into bed with a stranger. We don't have to do anything. Or you can sleep by yourself. What do you think?"

"I'd like to stay with you, Mom, if that's okay."

After saying goodnight to the others, Celia led her son up to her bedroom. It was awkward at first.

"So, do you want to take a shower?" she asked.

"Together?" he responded.

"Uh, maybe not," she replied. "I'm still... adjusting to us, together."

He stripped to his briefs, nervous as she stood taking off her jewelry, then her pants and shirt. He stole a glance at her as she stood in her lingerie, pulling a nightgown out of a drawer.

God, she's sexy, he said to himself.

Then he went into the bathroom.

Are we going to do it tonight? he wondered. She sounded like she would if I wanted it. But, shit, it's Mom. How do we... how do we even start this? I'm not going to ask for it. That's treating her like... I don't know.

He had not seen her naked, but what he saw of her in lingerie was enough to stir him. He masturbated, as he imagined scenarios. Most of them started with her on her knees, taking him into her mouth.

In the bedroom, Celia finally chose a conservative light blue nightie. Nothing too sexy, she thought. Comfortable, but nice.

She wore nothing under it--no panties, no bra.

If he's really horny I'll offer to give him oral. It's too soon to go all the way. But what do I want? I'll just have to deal with it.

He came out of the bathroom wearing boxers.

"Feel better, Robbie?"

"Yeah, better," he said, softly, as he took in the sight of his beautiful mother, sitting at a little table, removing her makeup.

Glad I took care of myself in the shower. Man, do I want to...

He couldn't think what he wanted to do. All he knew was he wanted to be with her.

She got up and walked to the bathroom.

"I just need to wash my face. Be right out."

She was in the bathroom for ten minutes, then came out looking fresh, but nervous. He was sitting back on the bed, still in his boxers, wondering, Now, what's going to happen?

As she approached, she thought, So young, so handsome. My son. What am I going to do?

She sat beside him, not paying attention as her nightie moved, nearly exposing what was between her thighs. He glanced down, and she quickly tucked the delicate fabric between her legs.

I should have worn something that covered more, she thought. Too bad the only things I have cover less.

"Room light off, side lamp on," she spoke to the room, and the lighting changed, becoming more intimate.

"I'm so glad you came," she said to her son, taking his hand. "Is this okay? Are you nervous? I am."

"Yeah, nervous. I didn't know what to expect here," he replied.

"Did you think we were all going to rip your clothes off and ravage you as soon as you walked in the door?"

"Well, maybe, something like that," he said. "But you are all pretty normal. Except for now. We've never been like this."

No, we never have, she said to herself. And I like it. I like being close to him like this. Even if we never make love. But he is expecting it.

"Like me sitting here in this short nightie? Holding your hand? No, we haven't. But is it okay?"

He turned to her. I really want to kiss her, touch her. And as he sat there he was getting hard. Does she notice my erection?

Then he asked, "Can I kiss you? I really want to. Not a mom's kiss, a..."

"A real kiss? Yes, if you want to."

She turned to him and their lips met in a long kiss. His shaft was pulsing as she reached to touch his chest and he reached to feel the underside of her breasts.

When the kiss broke they gazed at each other. Then she noticed that his penis was getting ready to burst from his shorts.

"Oh, honey," she said, reaching to lightly touch it. "Someone needs to take care of this. You're never going to get to sleep. Can I?"

He looked dazed, thinking. It's going to happen. "Could you?"

"I'll do anything for you, baby."

She moved to kneel beside him and pulled his shorts down and off.

Staring at it, she said, "Mmmm, bigger than I expected." Then, with a smile, she took it into her mouth while she held the shaft and gently cupped his balls with her hands.

"Mom, oh God, Mom," he moaned. "Can I touch your breasts?"

In answer she immediately pulled her nightie off and over her head, and then went back to work on him, as he took a breast in his hand and squeezed it gently.

Ten minutes later, his semen was pulsing into her mouth. The sound she made swallowing it was the sexiest thing he had ever heard. When he was done, she crawled up next to him and laid her head on his chest.

"Was that okay, Robbie? Was it weird for you?"

"It was great. Not weird. Really great."

"I'm glad. I like being naked with you. Is it okay if we stay this way?" she asked.

"Yeah, I like it too."

They lay like that for a while, then watched a little TV. Before they slept, she sucked him off again, this time taking much longer. She let him touch her sex but was too nervous to come. They cuddled and slept in each other's arms. In the morning she woke him with another quick blowjob, then they both went down to breakfast.

They put on light robes and were greeted by Mia, sitting with her chest bare, nursing Ophelia as she sipped coffee and scrolled her phone. Embarrassed, Rob tried to look away from the sight of an engorged nipple, still dripping milk, as the baby greedily sucked at the other one.

Mia laughed and said, "You can look, Rob. Everyone here has seen my boobs like this. You're part of the family."

Rob blushed as the baby released the breast and looked at him.

"Hold her," Mia said as she handed the baby to him.

He took the baby and held her firmly as Mia wiped the milk from her breasts. Then she settled back, watching Rob cradle her baby. She did not bother to cover her breasts because it was obvious Rob liked looking at them, and she liked being looked at.

That day he did not do much. Everyone else was busy. So he watched a movie. After lunch, his mother invited him for a swim, and when she stripped naked and dived into the pool, so did he.

They had a great time splashing around for a while. Then Celia started doing laps, which was one of her favorite exercises.

She looks so sexy, he thought as he sat on the steps leading down into the pool, with water up to his belly, watching her lean body cut through the water. And I get to make love to her. Damn.

After twenty laps, she swam over to where he was sitting, took his hand, and led him to a mat on the patio where they could lie next to each other.

After a few minutes of touching each other, she noticed his erection and whispered, "My baby is horny again? We have to do something about that. Let's go back to bed."

When they went back into the house, she saw a message on her phone, then turned to him, saying, "Sorry, I have to take a meeting."

He nodded and went off to find Liam. The two played video games for the rest of the afternoon. When Rob started to get hungry, he wandered down to the kitchen, where he saw Claire standing by a counter, her back to him, naked except for an apron.

"Oh, hi, Claire," he said.

She turned around, and he saw the bulge of her large breasts, which were barely contained by the apron top.

"Hi, Rob. Hope you don't mind how I'm dressed."

"Do you always cook naked?"

"Sometimes. When I want to feel sexy."

He watched her cook, the sight of her naked body giving him an erection.

"I... I uh, sorry, I have to go to the bathroom."

She watched him go, smiling. Too bad we promised to leave him alone for a few days. Otherwise, I'd offer to... Well, we can't jump him all at once.

That night, as Celia walked her son back to her bedroom, he asked, "So, I haven't done much for you yet."

"I don't mind," she replied. "I love giving you pleasure. What did you want to do?"

"Well, I'd like to lick your... uh pussy."

Then he stopped talking, turned red, and thought, I can't believe I just said that.

She looked at him, a little embarrassed, and said, "Well, I'd like that too. You're so sweet. Come take a shower with me first."

They stripped each other, kissing, and touching, then headed for the bathroom. They washed each other all over, and he at once had an erection that needed tending.

She took hold of it, asking, "Do you want me to...?"

"Let's get in bed first. I want to take care of you first," he answered.

She smiled and kissed him, then they quickly finished the shower.

Celia climbed onto the bed, lay back, and spread her legs for him. Smiling, she said, "I'm ready for you."

He gazed at the still-damp dark slit between her legs as she gently spread her labia for him.

It's like she's inviting me to put it in her, he thought. But then decided, No, not yet.

He got up and lay between her legs, his face inches from her sex, just looking at it, as she still held it open for him. He looked up at her, smiled, then lowered his face to gently kiss the moist inside.

When he tongued it, she moaned, "Oh, that's heavenly."

"Thanks. I want you to feel good."

He kept it up until she climaxed. Then he crawled up next to her and they kissed as she lightly stroked him. A few minutes later he was spilling his seed all over her thigh.

The next day she was in meetings, one after the other, with barely time to talk to him.

They ate late, and after they were done, Claire said, "This has happened before. Why don't you take her out to the spa. No sex. Just hold her and let her come down from the stress."

That's what they did. Afterward, he stood with her in the shower, as the tension continued to fall away. They climbed naked into bed, and he cuddled her, his hard shaft pressed against her bottom.

"You're so sweet, honey," she whispered.

"Can I do anything else, Mom?"

"Yes, there's one thing. If you want, fuck me. Not hard, just... gentle, easy. Just like we are now. I want to feel my boy inside me."

"Uh... okay. Right now? Are you... wet enough?"

"Uh-huh. Just slip it in from behind."

She opened her legs a little, then said, "Here, put it between my legs and I'll guide it in."

With her fingers guiding him, he slowly pushed and felt himself enter her warm sheath.

"Hmm, that's it. Slowly, gently," she said.

He moved in her, enjoying the heat, the closeness.

I'm really doing it with Mom. I can't believe this. What if Dad knew? Probably beat the hell out of me. He's never going to know. Only the people here. My new family.

While he slowly moved in her, he reached around and gently rubbed her clit.

"Is this okay, Mom?"

"Yes, wonderful."

As soon as he entered her he wanted to come, but he held it off for a long time. Only when it was unbearable did he release his semen into her.

Afterwards, he asked, "Did you come, Mom?"

She turned to him, and replied, "No, baby, I'm too tired to come. I just wanted to feel you in me. I just wanted my boy and me to finally be lovers."

Mom and I are lovers. Wow. Real lovers.

"Tomorrow, when I'm rested, we'll do it again."

"Can we do anal?" he asked, eagerly.

"Of course," she replied, kissing him. "My body is yours, like yours is mine."

"I've never done it," he said. "What about you and Dad? Did he take you in the butt often?"

"No. Never. My first time was with Liam. Claire's first time too!"

"And you like it?" he asked.

"I do, a lot," she replied. "Now, I have to sleep."

Rob slept very late the next morning. It was nearly eleven when he wandered down to the kitchen. Nobody was there. He ate, then wandered out onto the patio where he climbed into the spa. He sat there staring at the clouds.

Last night we made love, and Mom said we'll do anal next. And Claire wants me. And I guess Mia too. I can't believe any of this.

"Rob, lunch!" came a call from the house.

"Okay," he called back.

He grabbed a towel and found Celia there, wearing shorts and a tank top.

"Nobody here but us," she said. "They've all gone to the park."

They ate together quietly, each lost in thought. Celia seemed recovered from the day before.

After lunch she kissed him and said, "Let's go back to the bedroom. Still want anal?"

"Yeah, Mom. Do you?"

"Yes, I do. I want to feel you in me again."

Back in the bedroom they stripped and she led him to the shower, where they washed each other. Celia said, "Stick your fingers in my butt so you can clean me out."

He did so, pumping her with two fingers until she said enough.

They crawled into bed, kissing and embracing each other.

"I love you so much, Mom, and I want you all the time," he said as he squeezed her.

"Hmm, me too," she replied, and pushed him onto his back. "Let me show you how much."

She took him in her mouth until he was pouring his seed into her and watching her swallow.

"Now you'll last longer when you put it in me."

She made him pleasure her slit and clit with his mouth until she was panting with desire and he was hard again.

"Sure you're ready for this?" she asked. "I'm not going to traumatize you for life?"

"No, Mom, this feels, I don't know, kind of natural. I can't explain," he replied, looking thoughtful.

"Like, we were meant to do it?" she asked, with genuine interest.

"It's not that. It's... We truly love each other. We should... love each other with our bodies as much as our hearts," he replied.

Tears came to her eyes as she looked at him. He's telling the truth, and he's right, she told herself.

Then she kissed him fiercely and said, "Love me any way you want! Take it all!"

Then she lay on her side waiting for him. He was eager but awkward. It took a little time to get it right, but finally he was sliding into her rear entrance as she moaned with pleasure.

When Liam had taken her in the rear for the first time, it hurt and she refused to do it again for a week. Then she relented and, knowing what to expect, it wasn't so bad. The next time was kind of good, and from then on she was the one asking for it.

This time, she savored the pain and pleasure as he filled her up.

"God, this is so tight," he said.

"It is," she agreed. "And you feel so good in there. My ass is going to squeeze that cum right out of you. Now, reach around and play with my pussy while you fuck me."

"Okay, Mom. Damn, you really talk dirty when you're getting ass-fucked."

"Oh, you don't know how naughty I can be."

He moved inside her rear while his fingers worked inside her sex, and soon she was moaning with pleasure. This was the first time he had gotten this reaction from any girl.

"You like this, Mama?" he panted, sweating with the effort.

"Oh, yes. I love this--my baby's big cock."

He kept at it, hard, the pleasure overwhelming him, the feeling of love for his mother making him want her more and more.

Then she was shaking in his arms, crying, "Hmm, yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm coming, baby, I'm coming!"

As her body reacted to the orgasm that was rolling through her, he kept pushing deep into her as his own climax took over, and he "Screamed, oh yes, Mama, Mama, Mama!"

They lay quiet as his shaft softened and fell out of her.

***

Everyone was busy the next day--schoolwork, online meetings for Celia and Claire, and caring for the baby. Rob found it fascinating to watch Mia use a breast pump, allowing someone else to feed the baby while Mia was busy. Even Rob took his turn, enjoying the little thing in his arms.

That night, with the baby fed and sleeping, Claire and Mia eagerly entered the bedroom where Rob was waiting for them. Liam and Celia were in another room. The two women stood eyeing him, as he lay there in his shorts, grinning and unable to believe his luck.

They undressed each other as he watched, then climbed into bed, one on either side of him.

"Well, hi, Rob," said Claire, kissing him. "How do you like it here so far?"

"It's... uh... great. Are you guys like this all the time? Fucking each other?"

"Yeah, pretty much," said Mia. "With the pandemic, you know, not a lot else to do besides study, work, and take care of Ophelia." Then she kissed him deeply.

"Hmm," she murmured. "Nice to have another guy here. We're pretty much wearing Liam out."

Claire, pulling down his shorts, said, "Let's meet your friend. Celia says you're learning fast."

He watched as she tossed the shorts onto the floor and took his shaft into her mouth. Then Mia moved to offer him her nipple, still red and puffy from Ophelia's last feeding.

He took it into his mouth and sucked as he squeezed her breast. Then he let go, surprised. "Milk came out!"

"Of course," she laughed. "What did you think was going to happen?" Then she gave the breast a good squeeze and a thin squirt of milk painted his face.

He took it again and sucked. "Tastes kinda good."

By this time, he was as hard as he was going to get, and Claire straddled him. Before she lowered herself onto his shaft, she asked, "Okay?"

"Yeah," he said, sounding happy, and she took him into her with a sigh.

As Rob continued lapping at Mia's nipple, he reached down to stroke her sex and found her already wet. She squirmed under his touch, obviously enjoying it until Claire climbed off him and said, "From behind," as she got on her knees.

"In your rear?" he asked.

"Hmm, soon, but not now," she replied as he knelt behind her.

As Rob entered her, Mia slid under her face, saying to Claire, "Lick me."

He had never seen women make love with each other, not right in front of him, anyway. The sight of it was so erotic that he at once came inside Claire. But he did not stop.

He watched Mia lying back, legs spread, pressing the back of Claire's head into her groin, moaning from the pleasure of her tongue. The show was so sexy he was soon stiff again and moving hard until she was climaxing under him.

After her orgasm subsided, Claire moved so Mia could take her place. Mia pleasured Claire with her mouth while Rob moved inside her.

They wore each other out and staggered naked into the kitchen. They found tequila, chips, and salsa, and sat chatting happily until the sound of Ophelia crying called both women away as Rob sat there, finishing his drink, unable to believe his luck.

***

A week later, at breakfast, Liam asked Rob, "What about you and me doing your mom tonight? I've never done a girl with another guy. I know she wants to. She's never been with two guys at once."

Rob looked at Liam, whom he liked, even though he was sleeping with Celia, which made him a little jealous and uncomfortable. "I... I don't know," he replied. "It kinda weirds me out thinking about you and Mom. I know you've already done it with her a lot, but..."

"Yeah, I get it," returned Liam. "Me sleeping with your mom. But, hey, you're getting it on with my mom and my wife, so..."

"I guess, yeah. Hard to get used to it is all. But how do you know Mom wants both of us?"

"She told me last night. She's excited about having double penetration. She's never done that. I haven't either. You?"

Rob shook his head.

"So, you, me, and her tonight?" asked Liam.

"Hmm, sounds really great. Yeah, if she wants it. Who gets her bottom?"

"We'll probably take turns."

The other women knew what the guys had planned, and when they said goodnight, both said, "Have fun. We're next."

Celia had a huge shower, so all three fit in it. They took turns slipping their fingers into Celia's rear to clean her out, and both sported erections.

Peering down at Rob's erect penis, which was uncut, Liam wondered, Is it bigger than mine? Maybe a little longer, but mine's definitely fatter.

In bed, Celia had a huge smile on her face as she sucked both boys to orgasm.

Then the two worked on her as she lay on her side, leg raised so one could pleasure her sex while the other teased her rear with his tongue.

When the boys were ready again, she made Liam lie on his back, then she climbed on him and took him into her vagina.

"Hmm, feels good, really good," she whispered.

"Now, Robbie, slip that beautiful shaft into my butt--all the way in."

He did as she asked, and they all started moving together.

"Yeah, that's right, boys. That feels great."

I can't believe I'm doing this, treating Mom like a porn actress, but she loves it! And Liam's shaft! Shit, my balls are rubbing against it!

Later they did it again, this time Liam taking her rear.

The next morning, Celia woke early, needing to pee, and left the boys sleeping. Coming out of the bathroom, she decided she was hungry and, kissing each on the cheek, put on a wrap and went to the kitchen.

An hour later, Liam woke and found Rob right next to him, with his hand lying on Liam's erect penis.

This is interesting, he thought, kinda nice. He placed his own hand on top of Rob's and closed his eyes.

***

The months passed, and Rob became a permanent part of the household. Celia found she liked working at home, and when the COVID shutdown ended and she started getting calls to come back to the office, she thought she might want to retire. She was not yet forty, but after receiving her latest bonus and cashing in her stocks, she decided she would be rich enough to take her money and do something else.

She talked about this with the whole family as they were sitting at dinner. That afternoon, she had found out she would have to spend the next month in Mexico. She hated the idea.

"Are you really rich, Mama? I mean, I know the house and all are expensive, but rich?"

"Yeah, the company got lucky with its investments this year. So I got lucky."

"What do you want to do with yourself?" Claire asked.

"I don't know," Celia replied. "Maybe you can quit your job too so we can travel?"

Claire asked, "We could really do that?"

"Yeah, we really could."

Then she took Claire's hands and said, "I can give up those hookups on the road, and it will be just us."

"Really?" asked Claire. "That would be wonderful!"

The two women said goodnight, and wandered off to spend the evening together, making plans.

***

Several weeks later, the two left on a long cruise, while Rob, Liam, and Mia stayed home and continued going to school online.

When the women got back, they had a surprise for everyone. That first night at dinner, Celia announced that she wanted to have a baby.

"I'm still young enough. Seeing Mia with her baby made me feel something. I missed being around Ophelia while we were gone and realized I want one too. I got pregnant with Rob when I was still in college. I planned to have another, but my career sort of took over my life."

Then she turned to Liam and asked, "Would you like to be a daddy again? You and Mia made such a beautiful child. Maybe you can make one with me?"

Liam smiled and turned to Mia. "All right, babe, if I knock Celia up?"

She thought about it and replied, "I kind of like the idea. And I like the idea of more babies."

Then Liam caught Rob's eye and asked, "You cool with it, Bro?"

"Yeah," Rob replied. "But if Claire wants a baby too... would you mind if your mom and I..."

"I'm good with that, Rob, if Mom wants to."

Amused at them planning her future pregnancy, Claire smiled indulgently at them, and said, "We'll see."