Oh. My. God.

Never in my wildest dreams did I expect to be on the receiving end of an incredible blowjob tonight. I watched my cock disappear between those red lips. This woman attacked it with gusto. She was enjoying it as much as I was.

Who was she? That person was my mom. Not only that, but my dad permitted us to have sex whenever we wanted!

How did this all happen? It still amazes me when I think about it.

It was another weeknight dinner with my brother, Jack, and me, plus Mom and Dad. Mom cooked up some chicken for our meal. Things seemed ordinary, yet both our parents looked a little ill-at-ease. We tried making polite conversation, but something was on their minds.

Finally, Dad spoke up. “After dinner, we need to talk with the two of you.”

Oh great, another lecture about some imaginary transgression.

“What did we do now?” I asked.

“Nothing, at least that I know of,” Mom answered with a nervous laugh.

“Then what do you want to talk about?” Jack asked.

“After dinner, Son,” my father answered.

Jack looked at me and shrugged. He had no idea what this was about, either.

A little while later, we all sat down in the living room.

Dad spoke up. “First, I want to emphasize that what we are about to discuss must stay within this family. I mean it. Is that understood?”

Puzzled, Jack and I both answered, “Okay.”

“Your mother and I have a big request for you guys.”

“What?” I asked.

“Just let me talk, Son. This is already difficult enough.”

He took a deep breath.

“Ever since my prostate surgery, I’ve found I can't perform anymore. I know your mom deserves more than cuddling in bed. She has her needs, as any woman does. Unfortunately, I'm unable to meet those needs.”

“What does that have to do with us?” Jack asked.

“Hear me out, Jack. I told your mother that perhaps she needed to find another man to please her in bed. She was hesitant at first. But after we talked about it, she accepted the idea.”

“So, who would that be? One of your golfing buddies?” I said.

“Your father put out a few names, but none of them appealed to me,” Mom said. “Then I suggested that one or both of you might help.”

“Initially, that shocked me,” Dad said. “A mother having sex with her sons? That's not right. I admit, I still don't like the idea, but it's a solution that can work for us with your assistance. So, I approve.”

“Have sex with Mom?” Jack said. “No, too kinky for me. I'll pass.”

“Okay,” she said. “But if you change your mind, it's a standing invitation.”

Turning to me, Dad said, “How about you?”

I found I was getting hard at the thought. Fantasies of fucking Mom returned after lying dormant for many years.
“Um, yeah, I'll do it.”

Mom smiled and hugged me. “Thank you, Son. I'm sure I could show you a thing or two. This will be good for both of us.”

“When do you want to start?” I asked. “I've got nothing to do tonight.”

“A little later,” she answered. She kissed my dad. “Thanks, honey. I love you for letting me do this.”

I was still stunned by what they asked.

“Are you guys sure about this?”

“Yes, you're young. You ought to be able to keep your mom happy with little problem,” said Dad.

“So, later, Mom, as you said?”

“Yes, son,” Mom answered.

Jack got up and said, “Well, have fun.” Then he left the room.

Mom said, “I'd like to freshen up beforehand.”

Dad replied, “You go get ready. I'll take care of the dinner mess. It was my turn, anyway.”

Mom kissed him and said, “Thank you, dear.”

She disappeared down the hall, and eventually, I heard the shower going.

A little while later, she reappeared and said to me, “Are you ready?”

“Um, sure!” I still felt a little nervous. It seemed hard to believe this would happen.

Mom took me by the hand. We headed upstairs to the bedroom.

“I'm so happy you were willing to help me out, Son.”

“Of course, this was a surprise. My father wants me to have sex with my mother. That's not something I'd ever expect to hear from either of you,” I said. “How often will you want to do this?”

“Oh, a couple of times a week, maybe more. Maybe a lot more. Before your dad had his problems, I felt I needed something beyond what he could give me.”

“You don't have toys to help you?”

“Honestly, Son, I tried that, but it's not the same. I need a real man in me. Your dad did his best. When we had sex, it was great. Yet, it wasn't enough. But it looks like you could scratch that itch.”

“Mom, any time you need me, just say the word.”

Once in her bedroom, we both disrobed. Mom sported a sexy bra and panties set. Thigh-high stockings and heels completed her look.

“Wow!” I said.

“Thank you, Son. Since this was a special occasion, I thought I'd wear something nice for you.”

“Mom, I can't believe I'm saying this, but you look hot!”

She laughed and pointed to my erection. “So I see.”

My cock was stiff and ready for this adventure.

“Oh, you have a nice penis. I think you and your father might be about the same size.” She knelt, but before she took it into her mouth, she said, “Mmm, I've missed this.”

Her tongue teased the head, then she took it all into her mouth. I watched her go up and down, slurping and sucking. Mom brought me almost to the point of cumming more than once but backed off. Then she stopped for a moment.

“Don't tell your dad," she said. "His ego is already bruised enough. But I thought about this before he and I ever discussed the matter. There have been a few whispers going around the neighborhood lately. Rumor has it that some of the mothers take their sons to bed. No one is admitting it, of course. So, I wondered what it would be like to have you or your brother here. Now, your dad's issues allowed me the opportunity to see if that could happen for real.”

“He had the impression that I was reluctant for any of this to happen,” she continued. “But once I thought of you and Jack, I wanted to try it. Although your brother wasn't interested, I'm happy you were willing. It makes me feel naughty! Don't get me wrong. I love your father and never want to leave him. But I have another side he would never understand.”

"Well, Mom, since we're sharing secrets, let me tell you one. Doing this was sort of a fantasy of mine, too. In my late teens, I used to masturbate to the idea of screwing you. It hadn't crossed my mind in a long time. But as you can see, it hasn't lost its appeal.”

“I'm flattered, Son.”

She resumed sucking me for a while, then lay back on the bed. My hands caressed her as our tongues met in a deep kiss. Even though she was my mother, it felt right.

I kissed her beautiful breasts. My tongue licked a nipple that had nursed me as a baby. She sighed and softly said, “Oh, Son, I've needed this so much.”

“Mom, I'll be happy to take care of you whenever you want. Wait, won't we need a condom?”

“No, after I had you and Jack, I felt that two kids were fine. So, I had my tubes tied. I liked it better when your dad didn't have to use one. And now, I get to have you, too. Now get to work, boy!”

I moved down between her legs and began to lick.

“Oh, ohh, yes!”

I continued to work my tongue on her. It explored her folds and intimate spots. As I licked and sucked, she let out little whimpers of delight.

“Oh, that's great!”

And then, “Please, I can't wait anymore. Put it in me!”

I kissed her again and said, “As you wish!”

My cock brushed the lips of her pussy at first. She was practically leaking her juices.

“Come on, Son, please screw me. Stop teasing!”

Slowly, I guided my erection into her waiting orifice. It was warm and wet – just amazing. I began to thrust in and out of her. More noises, which became moans of pleasure, escaped her.

She rolled over and began to ride me. Her cries got louder. “Oh, oh, yes! Ooohhhh!” I briefly wondered if my dad could hear us. But, it didn't matter. He wanted me to do this for her.

Switching positions again, I took her doggy style. The room filled with the sounds of her moans and the slaps of my body against hers.

Finally, we returned to the missionary position. Mom wrapped her legs around my back as I kept thrusting.

She was almost incoherent and screaming by now. “Oh, oh, yes, do it more! Do it more! Harder!” I never guessed my mom would be such a loud fuck.

Mom was far better than any girl I'd been with before. Plus, I was going to get a regular diet of this from her!

I kept plunging into her. Eventually, I told her I was about to cum.

“Fill me up; I want your cum in me!”

My balls emptied themselves deep into her. I collapsed by her side.

“Wow, Mom. That was incredible. I can't wait until we do it again.”

She smiled and kissed me. “You were great, Son. I loved every minute of it. I'm already looking forward to our next time and all the times after that.”

I kissed her back and said, “I suppose I should thank Dad for letting us do this.”

“Let me talk to him, honey. Even though he gave his permission, I don't want to rub it in his face.” Then, she laughed and said. “He probably heard us, anyway.”

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It's been quite some time since I first got to fuck my mom. We still do it regularly. Sometimes, that's three or four times a week. On more than one weekend, she woke up early and came to my room for another session.

Dad accepts the idea of us having sex that often. Sometimes, he even encourages me to take care of her. It seems as if this sexual relationship with my mom has made their marriage stronger.

Mom fucked me for my birthday recently. As a special treat, I got to screw her in the ass. She enjoyed it. “Your dad was never much for anal sex. But we'll do that again, soon.”

Jack eventually changed his mind about being with her. He said it was nice, but he still preferred other women. That's fine with me. I love to fuck my mom, and she likes it, too.

The other day, she remarked about farming me out to other women in the neighborhood. One of her close friends lamented how she didn't get enough from her husband. Then that woman jokingly asked if she could borrow me.

To her friend's surprise, mom was open to the idea. She told her friend I was a pretty busy guy, but maybe I could spare some time upon occasion. She suggested her friend should find a reason to have me stop by, then seduce me.

Mom never spoke of our arrangement to anyone outside our immediate family. So, instead, she said to the woman, “You've heard the rumors about other mothers and their sons around here. I would be lying if I said I hadn't thought about that with mine. We might have to share him! If I knew someone who did it, I'd ask for her thoughts on the experience.”

Of course, she did a lot more than think about it.

Mom continued to relate her conversation. “Now, I know it's incest,” she told her friend. “But if you can get past that, consider taking your son to bed. Once he's older and mature enough, he could give you what your husband can't. You could teach him some valuable lessons for when he is married someday. Think about how you might talk your husband into agreeing with the idea. In the meantime, perhaps my son can fit you into his schedule one of these days.”

It appeared that her friend would give the idea some serious thought.

“Mom,” I said, “If you share me with someone else, I won't have nearly as much left for you. Our times together are good enough for me. But since you don't mind, perhaps she can find an excuse to have me come over one of these days.”

So pretty soon, I might have two women who want to fuck me.

It's kind of like a dream come true for me. Is this a sweet deal or what?